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The early afternoon sunshine hung in shimmering sheets above the bed, a welcome change from the cold fall weather, as Imoen tiredly stripped back the covers. She huffed and ran a delicate hand through her red hair as she arched her back and groaned as she felt the tight muscles in her shoulders ache.
"How many of these sheets do I have to change?" she complained to the empty bedroom as she began to fetch a fresh set from her cart, unaware of the figure creeping in through the open door and closing it behind them. Imoen leaned over the bed, her firm and athletic bottom pressing against the fabric of her breeches. She had just begun to tuck in the new set of sheets when she was pushed onto the bed and felt someone straddling her back. "What the-?" she blurted out as someone pushed her face into the mattress and began to pull up her shirt.
Imoen rolled over and pulled her assailant down onto the bed beside her, ready to call for help if it turned out some drunken noble though he could have his way with her. Her cry stilled in her throat when she saw the laughing face of one of her closest friends.
"Your reflexes are as good as ever," Amalia giggled as Imoen slapped playfully at her shoulder. The young elven girl stretched out on the feather mattress and sighed. "Why don't I get to sleep on something like this?"
"Because you're not a paying customer," Imoen said as she rolled over to lay beside the elf. "So why are you here?" Imoen asked as she brushed a long strand of reddish-gold hair from Amalia's face and ran the tip of her finger across the elf's pointed right ear.
Amalia shuddered in pleasure as Imoen continued to stroke her ear, the human girl's finger sliding down the curve of Amalia's jaw to trace over her lips. Amalia smiled impishly and lightly licked Imoen's finger before sucking it into her mouth.
"Mmmm, but what if old Puffguts catches us?" Imoen whispered as she slid her finger out of Amalia's mouth and kissed the elf girl.
"He's asleep right now," Amalia whispered back as she stood up from the bed and walked over to the door. She peeked outside for a moment and then shut it and locked it behind her. "He'll be out for the afternoon," she said as she leaned against the door. Her right hand slowly went to the laces of the long blue peasant dress she wore and began to toy with them as Imoen walked towards her slowly.
"Are we going to need all afternoon?" Imoen whispered in a husky voice as she moved up against Amalia and ran her hands up the elven girl's legs. Their breasts pressed together as Imoen leaned forward and kissed Amalia deeply, sucking on the girl's lower lip slowly before slowly pulling up the skirt of Amalia's dress.
"That depends...ahhhh...on what you have in mind," Amalia moaned as Imoen slid a hand up her dress and began to lightly run her fingers over the elf's quim through the fabric of her underwear. She moaned louder as Imoen tugged on her underwear, sending the lacy bit of fabric to puddle around her ankles.
Imoen kissed Amalia again and then dropped slowly to her knees, looking up at the elf girl with mischievous eyes as she ducked under the girl's skirt and kissed her thighs. Imoen slowly ran her tongue up the inside her Amalia's thigh, leaving a glistening trail of saliva, and listened as the elf girl gasped in pleasure.
"On the bed," Imoen ordered as she stood and tugged on Amalia's shoulders. The elf girl smiled back and slinked over to the bed, her hips swinging sensuously from side to side as she glanced over her shoulder at Imoen. "Now," Imoen said as she grinned and tapped her finger against her cheek. "What should I do with this naughty elf girl who interrupted my chores?"
"Whatever you want?" Amalia said in an ingenuous voice. She laughed in delight as Imoen pushed her over until she was bent over the bed, her elbows resting on the sheets and her bottom in the air. Amalia tossed her head, her hair flashing in the sun, and looked over her shoulder as Imoen advanced on her.
Amalia shuddered in pleasure as Imoen flipped her skirt over her waist and drove two fingers deep into her quim. The elf girl's high-pitched gasps filled the room as Imoen leaned over next to her, one hand reaching under to caress Amalia's breasts, the other busily driving in and out of the elf's quim.
"Ooo, oh, Sune," Amalia gasped as her head fell forward onto the bed, leaving only her bottom in the air. Her gasps were cut off suddenly as Imoen pushed her head into the bed and pulled her fingers out of Amalia's quim. Imoen kissed the creamy skin of Amalia's bottom, nipping the skin with her teeth, and buried her face in the elf girl's quim. Imoen reached up to grasp Amalia's bottom with both hands, kneading and caressing the girl's flesh as she slid her tongue deeper into the elf. Amalia's bottom rocked in time with Imoen's licks, the elf girl's muffled cries filling the room. Her legs spread further as she pushed herself back onto Imoen's mouth, her quim rubbing against the human girl's lips and tongue.
"Yes! Oh, gods, gods, gods!" Amalia's sweet voice cried out frantically as she furiously pushed her hips back against Imoen's mouth. She bit the sheets between her teeth as she felt Imoen's dexterous fingers dancing across her clit before firmly stroking it. "Imoen!" Amalia yelled into the bed as she felt herself climax.
Imoen's fingers tightened in Amalia's bottom, leaving red marks as she laved her tongue over Amalia's quim. She felt Amalia's quim tightening around her tongue as she thrust it deep into the elf and then tasted the flood of sweet honey as Amalia came. Imoen hummed in pleasure as she lapped the nectar from Amalia's quim, swallowing it down greedily as the elf girl trembled and whimpered in pleasure.
"You're a mess," Amalia said as Imoen collapsed on the bed next to her, the human girl's face shining with Amalia's honey.
"Then help me clean up," Imoen said with a smile. Amalia smiled back and leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to lap her own honey from Imoen's face.
Imoen sat bolt upright at the sound of heavy steps coming down the hallway towards the room. She glanced to towards the window and gasped at the sight of dim red sunlight shining through the panes.
"Amalia! Get up! We fell asleep!" she said in an urgent voice as she shook the elf's shoulder.
"Hmm?" Amalia said groggily as she rolled over and rested her head in Imoen's lap.
"Oh no, we're going to be in so much trouble if Puffguts catches us again," Imoen said as she began to look frantically for her clothes.
"-my best room," a deep voice from just outside the door said. "I hope you enjoy-" Winthrop the innkeeper froze as he opened the door and saw Imoen and Amalia naked in the bed. "What are you two brats doing here?" he roared as he stomped into the room, his considerable bulk shaking the floorboards.
"Winthrop!" Amalia gasped as her eyes snapped open. She looked past him towards the noble couple standing in the doorway and blushed as she ducked underneath the sheets. "We're not dressed!" she cried out as Winthrop stomped over to the bed.
"This is what I pay you for, Imoen?" Winthrop yelled as Imoen shrank back against the headboard with the sheets pulled over her breasts.
"I'm really sorry," Imoen said. "I was just taking a break."
"A break? A break?!" Winthrop shouted. He growled and threw his hands up in the air. "Bah, get your clothes back on and finish your chores. I'm sorry about this, my lord, I'll make sure that you get the best room in the inn," he said as he turned back towards the nobles.
"I say, do they come with the room? Because I'm quite willing to accommodate them if they wish to stay the night-" the noble began, his words cut off sharply as his wife rammed her elbow into his stomach. "Yes, yes," the noble wheezed. "Show us our room then."
"I'm going to be in so much trouble," Amalia whimpered as she peeked out from under the sheets. "Gorion is going to kill me."
"Oh, no he won't," Imoen said as she slid out of the bed and stretched languorously, her naked skin glowing in the light of the setting sun. "Just be glad that he never found out about those Sunites."
Amalia blushed as she tried to snag her dress from the floor without exposing herself. She still couldn't believe that she had agreed to spend the night with Imoen and those priests. What they had done for most of the night certainly didn't seem priestly. "Oh, stop," Imoen said as she picked up the dress and handed it to Amalia. "Why are you so bashful around me? It's not like this is the first time we've done this."
"I'm sorry," Amalia said as she ducked back under the sheets to pull on her dress. "I-I don't know why I came here. I was just passing by when I got the urge to see you." Imoen heard the elf girl sigh. "I'm acting like a whore."
"What?" Imoen said in dismay as she sat down next to Amalia and kissed the elf girl on the cheek. "No, you're not."
"But I do things like this and-"
"You only do something like once a month at most," Imoen said as she brushed a stray lock of Amalia's reddish-gold hair from her forehead. "Maybe not even that much. In any case, I don't think just having sex makes you seem like a whore."
"But that time with the Sunites-"
"Only one time! And they do that sort of stuff all the time, it's holy or something. You're probably like an honorary priestess or something now."
"I-I guess," Amalia said hesitantly. She gave Imoen a small smile and pecked the girl on the lips before hopping out of the bed. "Now can you help me find my spectacles? I thought I had them in my pocket."
*****
Amalia bolted upright, her face shining with sweat in the moonlight. She looked around her small room and ran a trembling hand through her reddish-gold hair.
"Oh, what, what's happening?" she whispered to herself as she looked down at the sweat soaked nightgown that clung to her slender figure. She moaned to herself as she ran a hand down her chest and under the covers. "Why-?"
Amalia gasped to herself as she felt her fingers dancing across her clit. The elf girl shook her head as she fell backwards onto the bed, her hair fanning out across her pillow as she began to slowly pull up the hem of her nightgown. "Stop," she whispered in a faint voice as she felt her fingers slowly slide into her quim. "Ahhh, gods," she moaned as her legs spread further and she bucked her hips upward.
Her free hand moved to the bodice of her nightgown and pulled sharply, tearing the diaphanous cloth and exposing the elf girl's breasts to the cool night air. Amalia thrashed, her legs tangling in the sheets as she ferociously clutched and squeezed at her breasts. Her sweat damp skin shone in the moonlight as she jerked her legs apart and moved her hand down in one sudden rush.
The elf girl's eyes widened as she felt her fingers sliding into her quim and began to jerk her hips upward. Her fingers began to pump furiously as her other hand slid over her body, roughly squeezing and pinching at her breasts and nipples before sliding down to rub at her clit. Amalia whimpered and turned her head to bury her face in her pillow as she dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips from the bed in a series of rapid jerks. The muscles in her slender thighs and taut belly tensed as she shrieked out her climax into the pillow before collapsing back to the bed. Sweat still sliding down her flushed skin, Amalia stood on shaky legs and stumbled to the door, barely managing to close it as she walked into the hallway beyond.
*****
Imoen giggled and kissed Terus deeply, their tongues lightly dancing as they lay side by side on Imoen's bed. Terus slid his hand further up Imoen's shirt and cupped her bare breast, his fingers lightly stroking her nipple as he used his other hand to pull her shirt up. Imoen raised her hands above her head as the guard pulled her shirt off and dropped it onto the floor with the rest of their clothing.
"I love you, Imoen," Terus mumbled as he took one of Imoen's breasts into his mouth. His tongue slid around her already stiff nipple as he sucked on her sweet flesh. His hands were busy clutching and kneading the soft flesh of her other breast as Imoen ran her hands through his hair and moaned in pleasure.
"Shut up," Imoen giggled as his teeth grazed over her nipple. "I don't care, just fuck me now."
Terus grinned as he slid up her body to kiss her again as she spread her thighs apart for him. He lifted himself above Imoen's shapely body before pressing himself against her quim. Imoen moaned in approval as she pushed her hips towards him, her hand reaching down to guide him into her. They both groaned again as he slowly sank into her quim.
Imoen's hands reached up to grab Terus's back as he slowly inched his way into her quim. Finally, with one more push of her hips, she felt him all the way inside her. He paused above her for a moment, smiling down on her, and then began to pull out slowly. Imoen panted and kissed him again as he began a slow, steady motion of his cock in and out of her quim. She felt herself nearly there when he reared back and began to grunt with each increasingly hard thrust.
Imoen arched her back and wrapped her legs around his waist as he furiously thrust into her. With one final thrust, he groaned and Imoen felt his hot seed filling her quim. He continued to thrust as best he could, trying to bring her to climax before his cock became soft. Imoen was gasping with each motion as heat filled her body and she shuddered with a delicious climax.
"Mmm, that was great," Imoen said as she kissed Terus. He was about to say something when they both heard the door to Imoen's small room open. Terus looked up in shock and tried to pull out of Imoen while she tried to pull the sheets up over their sweating bodies. "Amalia!" Imoen yelled as they made out the person walking up to the bed. "What are you doing?"
They both stared at the elven girl when she let her sweat soaked nightgown drop to the floor with their clothes. Imoen noticed how stiff Amalia's nipples were and how flushed her skin was as the elf knelt on the bed beside them. Both were frozen with shock as Amalia pushed aside the sheets and stared at Terus's cock, still shining with Imoen's juices and his own seed.
"Amalia, you aren't going to tell anyone-" he started to say before groaning in pleasure as Amalia leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
"What are you doing?" Imoen yelled again as she watched Amalia slowly take Terus's entire thick length into her mouth and throat. The elf girl seemed to have no trouble taking the human's cock into her throat, something Imoen had never been able to do. Imoen watched in amazement as Amalia pulled back and let Terus's cock fall from her lips before licking it one last time to catch the last trace of his seed. The elven girl smiled faintly and wiped her lips before she turned and stared at Imoen's quim. "Amalia, jeez, why are you here?" Imoen said as Terus fell back onto the bed.
Amalia looked up at Imoen with hooded eyes, was it her imagination or did Amalia's blue eyes seem more purple, and said nothing as she pushed Imoen's thighs apart and knelt between them. Imoen bit her lip in anticipation as Amalia stuck out her delicate pink tongue and lapped at the seed dribbling from Imoen's quim. Amalia's head bobbed slightly as she licked Imoen's quim clean and then pushed her tongue deeper into it.
Imoen fell back against the headboard and closed her eyes as she savored the feeling of the beautiful elven girl pleasuring her. When she opened her eyes she saw Terus kneeling behind Amalia, his cock hard once again. The man grabbed the elf girl's hips roughly, spurred on by nearly uncontrollable lust, and pushed himself in to the hilt. Imoen felt Amalia's gasp and felt her fingers tightening on Imoen's thighs. The human girl looked down and saw Amalia's head moving faster as she continued to lick Imoen's quim. Imoen reached down and buried her hands in Amalia's mane of golden-red hair, urging the girl on as she began to moan with each motion of Amalia's tongue.
Terus looked up to meet her eyes and they could both see the stark disbelief at their own luck. The guard looked down at the smooth curve of Amalia's back and ran his hands over her soft skin before reaching down and cupping her small, perfectly shaped breasts. He squeezed them roughly as he leaned over Amalia's back and continued to pump his cock into her.
Imoen began to cry out again as she felt herself rising to her second climax. Her hands tugged at Amalia's hair as she pressed her quim against the elf girl's tongue and lips. Behind Amalia she could see Terus hunched over the girl, his hips moving rapidly as he pumped into the elf's quim. He reared back and grabbed her hip with one hand, her shoulder with the other as he slapped his crotch against her bottom, his seed shooting into her quim. Imoen felt Amalia scream as she came and soon she was coming too, her hips jerking as furiously as Terus's until she collapsed back against the headboard with Amalia still between her thighs.
Imoen watched in a daze as Amalia crawled up her body and kissed her, tasting the mingled seed of Terus and her own juices on Amalia's lips and tongue. Imoen reached behind Amalia and wrapped her arms around the elf girl as Terus moved up to lie beside them, his hands stroking Amalia and Imoen's sweaty skin. Imoen noticed that Amalia had already fallen asleep on her and grinned at Terus.
"Do you think we can do this every time?" the guard said with a wide smile.