Alluva Lovedrake was naked, glimmering with moisture in candlelight cast by two dozen candles crafted of violet wax. Her raven black hair was matted to her forehead, sticking to her slender, tapered back, but otherwise a mess of rich, hand-tousled hair. Her breathing was slightly elevated from her escapades of the night, which also explained the glisten on her tanned skin. Shapely, with just enough muscle beneath her soft curves, she cut a regal and seductive silhouette.
Something the elven pleasure-lass—called Litissa, professionally—reclining on her sturdy, wide bed couldn't seem to take her eyes from. The woman was facing away from her, and the elf found herself drinking in every curve, every detail from ankles to neck. Few humans could moisten her thighs the way that Alluva Lovedrake did. Fortunately for her, the woman had taken a shine to her many years ago when she had actually been living in Neverwinter. The elf was delighted to find that she remembered her.
"Do you thirst, me sweet?" Alluva asked without looking over her shoulder. She was standing next to an armoire that contained many rare liquors and wines, magically preserved—naturally. Even now, the raven-haired woman was sipping a Cormyrean brandy, making delightfully sexual noises with every sip.
"I thirst," the elf said, "but only for the nectar between your thighs, my lady."
Alluva looked over her shoulder, her black hair covering her eyes in a way that was meant to be coy, but came off only as ravenously sexual. "Wine, then?"
"Please," the elf said, and Alluva smirked. She unsheathed a black bottle with spider webs designed right onto the glass. There was no label, but that was no matter. Alluva knew every beverage she owned by heart. She waved a hand over the stopper and it disappeared. The elf drank in Alluva's form as she came toward the bed. She'd seen the woman naked for the last six hours, but the generous swell of her breasts, capped with deep brown areola and nipples, the tightness of her abdomen—and the amethyst thrust through her navel—and the taper of her hips down into her sex never ceased to incite the lust burning within Litissa's gut.
Alluva mounted the bed with her knees, walking herself over the elf until her neatly shaven labia was right over the pale-skinned elf's mouth. "Drink," she purred, casting a cantrip as she poured the wine in short spurts between her large breasts. The cantrip kept the wine in a fine river that flowed over her pierced navel and right down over her labia, to fall right into the elf's waiting mouth. She drank eagerly, savoring as best as she could before more of the dark, burning liquid tainted her throat.
"What is that?" she asked her lover.
"Drow mushroom wine," Alluva said. "From Ched Nasad, before it fell decades ago."
"It's delicious. Pungent, but burning my throat in a way that makes me hunger for more. It feels like sweet bliss and the darkest corruption."
"Not unlike the drow," Alluva said slyly, taking a drink straight from the bottle before conjuring the stopper back within the bottle. She set it aside and shared the half-mouthful of wine with her elven lover, hardly lamenting the loss as the deep violet liquid stained Litissa's cheeks and her pillow cases.
"Decadent, deviant," Litissa said after the kiss. "Not unlike you."
Alluva grinned, licking wine off the elf's neck, then moving lower, suckling at her petite breasts that were just large enough for her palms. The pale pink nipples had been achingly hard since she'd stripped the slender courtesan of her evening gown; the black silk was crumpled at the foot of the bed, stained from their earlier dalliances.
Litissa moaned hoarsely into the empty, opulent bedroom. Magical starlight filtered in from a ceiling that only appeared to be open. The illusion was part of the charm. Litissa's back arched as Alluva kissed lower, over her slender abdomen, pausing long enough to suckle the dangling chain of rubies hanging from her navel into her mouth and swirl her tongue around them. The sensation of the piercing made her navel tingle and sent little spasms of delight right down her spine and into her swollen, pinkish mound.
Both of the women had been rubbing at each other vigorously all night, and they were both on the edge of being
too
sensitive for pleasure. But that was no moment to them. They would ride each other until their cunts bled, as long as they were still getting off from it. Alluva was a woman of excess when it came to her pleasures, and Litissa had made a career of excess. It had been a long night, and there was no end in sight.
Before long, Alluva's mouth was clamped over the tight, petite little vulva between Litissa's thighs, licking and suckling at the elf's clitoris, tongue prodding into her canal, which had taken everything from Alluva's vast collection of sex toys, her entire hand, and even a magical attachment that the sorceress had thrust into her cunt to fuck the elf with. This was just a warm up though, she knew. Alluva's hands grasped the elf's thighs just behind the knee and threw them back, doubling the elf over and revealing the pristine, pallid pucker between her cheeks and below her pussy. The sorceress attacked it with lascivious abandon, her tongue swirling around the elf's asshole and thrusting in and out repeatedly.
Alluva tongue-fucked Litissa's asshole with abandon. And once she felt the tight ring of muscle relax and loosen up, she took the bottle of wine she'd set aside, poured it liberally over her hand and the elf's loins, using it as a makeshift lube as she began working her fingers into the elf's anus. Litissa's eyes rolled up into her head and she cried out loudly as her asshole was slowly, gradually stretched by the woman's hand. It was no mean feat, but the elf was able to take three wine-drenched fingers into her asshole.
Moreover, the alcohol was absorbing right through the thin membranes of her rectum, and she felt the effects much more keenly. Her elven constitution had slowly been whittled away by liberal amounts of alcohol all night, and this was the icing on the cake. She finally felt a bit tipsy, her head spinning as her asshole relaxed further.
And then, her first anally-induced orgasm of the night shook her body into convulsions that made her gasp and pant for air like a fish out of water.
Alluva was giggling like a young girl when she pulled her hand out of the elf, licking the wine from her digits as she kissed her way back up the senseless elf's body. They locked lips, their tongues dancing lazily as Alluva slid her more voluptuous body up and down the elf's, her harden nipples scraping against the elf's soft, pale flesh.
Finally, the elf recovered and twisted around, mounting the woman slowly, her hands groping at Alluva's breasts. She pinched the woman's dark nipples between her fingers as she squeezed and kneaded the woman's breasts. With a grin bordering on deviousness, the elf laid atop her lover, hands reaching around the bed sheets as she kissed and bit at Alluva's face and neck until her fingers closed around the thing she'd been hunting for.
Making a show of things, she stood up, standing with legs spread over Alluva's face. She took the dildo that Alluva had conjured and thrust the stubby, thick end into her pink pussy, going slowly so Alluva could watch as her dripping snatch took the prosthesis in. Then she knelt, letting the stiff, almost rubbery object slide over Alluva's face and between her breasts on her way down between the woman's thighs.
"My turn with this thing," she said, grinning. She slid the broad, round head of the smooth object up and down the woman's slit, letting her juices lubricate the shaft, then aligned it with the woman's asshole.
"Oh, bloody hells, yes," Alluva groaned when she realized the elf's intent.
Litissa entered her without subtlety, quickly, with a sharp stab of her hips. Alluva cried out, her back arching, her hands immediately grasping her own breasts. Litissa held the woman's thighs up, hooking her legs over the elf's shoulders, as her hips pumped furiously back and forth, fucking the woman's asshole with every ounce of power she could muster in her slender frame.
Alluva reached down and mauled her cunt with fingers so at home between her thighs that they knew without thought what to do. Tight circles ground her clit into her mound, twisting it around and around while the elf plowed her asshole. Her breasts wobbled merrily back and forth with every furious thrust the elf gave her, and her orgasm shook her into a quivering mass of flesh and wine.
