“Seven thousand, all counted.” Kadda said, she fumbled for the straps of her jerkin. Shesayne was already on the cushions, her hand in her cutoff breeches, watching Kadda reveal her tiny, conical breasts to the dim light of the room.
“Fuck that…” Shesayne tasted the bittersweet juice of the Black Lotus tablet dissolving under her tongue. “Lick my ears.” The inside of her breeches felt like a swamp. She giggled at the thought that she might have wet herself.
“Oh, I’ll do better than that…” Kadda threatened with a mock growl. She pulled off her boots and began peeling down her leggings.
Shesayne giggled and ran her free hand under her top to press against the engorged berries of her nipples. She writhed on the bed, feeling her need course hotly between in her loins. A pipe-shaped like a tulip sat on a low table, belching red Fire Orchid smoke. “Oh, wow, you halflings really have to fight to the death with your hair, don’t you?”
Kadda grimaced. She preferred to strip her legs and underarms clean, but no razor, magical or otherwise, was going near her sex. A rich thatch of raven-dark curls crowned the plump mound of her sex. “Only ‘cause you Elf-sluts make such a fucking fuss about it.” Kadda shot back.
“Aw, c’mon, I’m super-sorry, let me make it up to you…” Shesayne eased her top off and drew her foot enticingly over Kadda’s thigh.
Kadda pounced. She was light, so she could easily be supported in Shesayne’s arms. Their lips flowed together in a wet, violent kiss. Shesayne continued to rub her clit under her breeches, her free hand now around Kadda’s back, fingernails digging into the halfling’s firm shouder. Kadda growled and nipped at Shesayne’s ear.
Shesayne felt another rush, whether from the Black Lotus or from Kadda’s tongue in her ear she did not know. Shesayne reached for another tab, crushed it between her teeth and kissed Kadda once more, transferring a mouthful of the narcotic fluid into the halfling’s mouth.
Kadda pressed Shesayne against the cushions. Her skin smelled of leather from the jerkin. Shesayne smiled – Kadda’s nipples were like two, light brown bullets, hard and begging to be suckled on her delicately curved chest. Kadda murmured huskily, “Y’like halfling cunt?”
“Love it, love it, love it.” Shesayne replied dreamily.
Kadda straddled Shesayne’s shoulders and thrust her slick pussy against the half-elf’s face. Shesayne mewled, finally extracted her hand from her breeches and held Kadda’s pussy open. Slick, black hairs gave way to a rich, powerfully musky sex – dark pink and glistening with thick come. Shesayne licked hungrily. Her fingers dug into the silky, swollen surface of Kadda’s nether lips. Her tongue flared against the tiny, gleaming jewel of the halfling’s clit. Kadda rolled her hips and thrust forward. Shesayne’s tongue was much bigger than a Kadda’s, so that her licks went from the base of Kadda’s sex to the tip of her clit in one motion. Kadda’s taste was certainly not diminutive. Her pussy was fragrant with salt, earth and womanhood, her taste richer even than a human woman.
Shesayne licked while Kadda groaned and took intermittent drags from the Fire Orchid pipe. Kadda did not even try to delay her climax. She needed it. Shesayne grasped the halfling’s hips and held her still as Kadda entered the spasms of her climax. Her moans were high, sharp and wailing – music to Shesayne’s ears.
They rolled on the pillows, kissing, mingling Black Lotus juice with Kadda’s thick nectar. Kadda pulled down Shesayne’s breeches and tossed them aside. Shesayne spread for her halfling lover, knees wide, hands around her ankles. Kadda knew what to do. Shesayne was bracing to be fucked. Her hand was small, so a quick squirt of aromatic oil from a dispenser in a jerkin pocket and she was ready. Shesayne briefly considered taking a drag of Fire Orchid, but, then again, Kadda was not that big.
Kadda held Shesayne’s pussy open with one hand, light-pink lips heavy with dew. For all Shesayne’s boasting that she was going to get a clit-stud like Faenya, Kadda noted wryly that the half-elf had yet to pluck up the courage to follow through. Shesayne strummed her nipples and watched, eyes delirious with Red Orchid. Kadda nodded and entered her.
The first thrust was agonising. Kadda went in with five bunched fingers. Shesayne braced herself, digging her nails into her ankles. Her belly rolled, tensed and finally relaxed. Shesayne cursed and gritted her teeth. Kadda waited for the indignant spasms of Shesayne’s pussy to subside and then began to work her knuckles into the spread half-elf. Shesayne’s nether lips opened, parted stretched and rolled to accommodate the halfling’s hand. Shesayne felt her agony melt into a low, rhythmic throbbing in her sex. Kadda was inside her.
“Move your fingers…” Shesayne hissed.
Kadda smiled and traced her name in halfling script against the inner walls of Shesayne’s stretched canal. The half-elf whimpered. More heat, more fire stirred in her. Kadda had found her sweet spot. Each time the halfling flicked it, Shesayne felt the colours of her vision burst into an ocean of brightness.
Kadda paused. “Wanna take two?”
“Only ‘cause you’re a halfling…” Shesayne tried to put two logical thoughts together and failed, “whatever, go slow…”
“On your belly, then.”
Shesayne shifted and buried her face in the pillows, hips raised, pussy obscenely spread, drooling nectar. With a hard, dominant thrust, Kadda entered her sex again with her hand. Shesayne grunted and dug her toes into the pillows. Her thighs were taut with tension.
Kadda spread the pert globes of Shesayne’s bottom. The tight little rosebud nestled in that musky valley winked at her. “Sheeria’s Mercy, I love Elven ass,” she purred and dipped her tongue against Shesayne’s nether portal. Shesayne moaned and spread her knees wider, her sex convulsing around Kadda’s hand.
Kadda reached for her canvas oil pouch, tore the stopper out with her teeth and thrust the dispenser into Shesayne’s bottom. Shesayne bit the pillow. Kadda squirted the entire contents of the pouch into her. Cool oil flooded her insides. It was divine. Kadda watched Shesayne’s rosebud tense, pout and bubble out some oil, so that the surface of the sweet little muscle was covered in fluid.
Kadda shook her head in admiration. “I know half-elves are legendary slatterns, but you are something special.”
Shesayne chuckled, putting on her ‘poor little orphan girl voice’ she said, “What’s a poor, cute half-Elf to do in Sigil without a trick like that…?”
Kadda gave Shesayne’s firm bottom a quick, playful bite and moved three fingers against the half-elf’s rosebud. Shesayne breathed, relaxed, and let Kadda slide in. There was no pain. Just in case, she reached for another drag of Fire Orchid. Kadda screwed her fingers in and added her thumb.
Shesayne felt a sharp jolt of pain. Her sex contracted again around Kadda’s fist. Kadda took her time, thrusting, testing. Her hands were small and nimble, but she still had to proceed with caution. After a few, exploratory thrusts, Kadda slipped the fifth finger in and quickly ran her hand down the blooming rosebud of Shesayne’s bottom.
Shesayne gave a low, moaning sigh. Kadda reassured her, “Almost done.”
Shesayne steeled herself and rocked her hips back against Kadda’s hands. Seizing the momentum, Kadda gave a last push. Shesayne felt a burst of light from her loins. Kadda was wrist deep in her pussy and bottom. She could feel the halfling’s quick fingers at play between the thin membrane that separated Kadda’s hands, pressing against her sweet spot, exploring, testing.
Shesayne simply allowed herself to be swallowed by her climax. A tide of molten ecstasy spread through her. Her pussy and rosebud contracted spasmodically around Kadda’s wrists, but to no avail. She was defeated. The halfling owned her.
Kadda thrust and Shesayne could not stop the jarring swells of release that overcame her. It was merciless. Shesayne pressed her nether ring around Kadda’s wrist, desperately trying to expel the invading hand. Kadda ignored her.
“Please, pretty please…” Shesayne whimpered.
Those hands inside of her were so delectable they hurt. Each time her climax caused a contraction, Kadda would stand firm, refusing to yield to the spasms that overtook Shesayne’s canal.
Kadda remained unmoved. Only when Shesayne’s hips finally slumped and the half-elf’s cries turned to softer, ragged breaths, did Kadda relent. She slowly, carefully withdrew. Shesayne must have come at least two or three times. She had the Fire Orchid to thank for that.
Shesayne fell onto the pillows, her sex deliciously stretched, her slack nether portal trickling out oil. She turned onto her back and before she knew it Kadda was in her arms. “Nice celebration, huh?” the halfling teased.
“Three-five a head, right, since Faenya’s volunteering her share.” Shesayne repeated.
“Yeah, that’s right.” Kadda smiled and kissed each one of Shesayne’s nipples in turn.
“I don’t know about you, but I really, truly, definitely need the bathing chamber.” Shesayne moaned, sitting up unsteadily. It was definitely going to hurt in the morning.
“Well, there y’see the advantages of having a halfling lover, right?” Kadda quipped. She trailed her delicate foot slowly between Shesayne’s breasts. “And this halfling lover says that you’re not going anywhere.”
“Makes sense,” Shesayne purred, kissing the tips of Kadda’s toes.
Kadda groaned and began to diddle her clit. Halfling feet were almost as erogenous as Elven ears. “How ‘bout you get it ready for a second round,” Kadda suggested.
Shesayne cocked her head pensively to one side and flicked the tip of Kadda’s big toe with her tongue. The last time Kadda had persuaded Shesayne to take a foot in her pussy, the soreness the following morning had been unholy. Still, there was no harm in trying again. “Sure, yeah, just let me take another drag of…”
The door burst open. Kadda scrambled for her daggers. Shesayne dived for her hand crossbow. It was too late.
Civic Security flooded into the room. Xixchil – big, infernal-red upright mantises standing on tall, bent legs, like a raptor with the scaled, muscled body of a reptile. Immune to humanoid toxins, they were generally employed in narcotics raids.
A low, unpleasant, buzzing voice came from the lead guardsman’s mechanical voice-box, “You are under arrest by authority of the Great Council, throw down your weapons, put your faces to the floor, cooperate, do not oppose resistance – resistance will be met with lethal force.”
Kadda groaned and complied. Shesayne followed. They were manacled, hauled to their feet and the premises inspected. Shesayne could not help but laugh, the Xixchil looked like something out of a bad dream.
“Silence!” a voice box buzzed. “No talking, no communicating.”
“The stuff’s for personal use only…” Kadda volunteered.
“Silence!” the droning, insectoid voice repeated. “We have ascertained your intention to profit from the sale of banned narcotic and hallucinogenic substances, we have ascertained your guilt, we have witnesses who will testify to your guilt.”
Incomprehensible chittering followed. The lead Xixchil spoke to one of its subordinates. A strong, acid smell followed – pheremonal communication.
The lead guardsman spoke, “You are in possession of Red Orchid?”
Kadda tried to draw enough breath to respond, “Yes…”
“This is a Category Seven banned substance – environmental, psychotropic and social hazard. You will be escorted to a detention centre. If you do not possess adequate resources to employ legal counsel, such counsel will be provided. You may now stand up. Follow the path set out for you. Do not speak. Obey.”
“Fuck this!” Kadda protested, “Let me put something on, it’s freezing out there…” a pike butt to the belly silenced her.
“Do not argue with the competent authorities. You will be provided with standard detention attire at such time as is deemed appropriate. Comply.”
Outside, the revels were being wound down. Most partygoers had made a swift escape. The staff were more indifferent. They knew how things worked. The Celestial Ring would offer monetary incentives in the right direction and the lower level would be re-opened in no time. Scapegoats could always be found. Unfortunately, Shesayne realised as she was paraded ignominiously out into a mobile containment cell, this time, she and Kadda would be the scapegoats.
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