by Eden Redd
The words from Kavan and Zellee floated through the room, blending with Lorta’s moans. Onka opened her eyes wide, her mouth clamped on Lorta’s dripping womanhood. Each word from Kavan’s lips triggered something deep. The goblin stared at Lorta’s stomach as her mouth drank and licked from the troll’s slit. Wetness bloomed further and Onka’s own honey dripped onto the floor from parted thighs. Nails dug into Lorta’s thighs and the troll shuddered. Lorta’s head whipped forward and looked down on Onka. The goblin stared up at her with intense eyes. The moment their gazes connected, Lorta let out a whimpering moan, unable to stop the third string of orgasms as they exploded along her soul.
Zellee let out a small cry, her willpower breaking and her body moving closer to a climax. She looked up to Kavan as he lazily stroked his member to her. The sight of his confident eyes and relaxed, commanding demeanor cracked the arachnix’s resolve. Pleasure whipped at her until the very chains of her spirit snapped. With a finger swirl, magical explosions cascading along her nerves. Zellee gasped as she couldn’t hold back the tide of bliss. It crashed into her so hard, her body shuddered. Spider legs weaved and the arachnix nearly fell toward Kavan. She stopped herself, trying to stay upright as a deluge of wetness dripped from her slit, along her fingers and onto the floor.
Kavan crawled back onto the bed until he was in the middle. His member stood as he leaned back on his hands. Zellee looked down on the dragonkin, unable to stop rubbing her clit.
“Take your seat,” Kavan commanded.
Zellee crawled onto the bed. Bent legs moved until she was over him. She looked down at his throbbing member under her. Wetness continued to drip onto his standing cock. The arachnix lowered herself until the tip of his member touched her valley entrance.
“Take your proper place,” Kavan said with sly confidence.
Zellee lowered her gaze to his strong stomach before she lowered herself a little more. The thick head touched her pink, wet lips. A little lower and the head of his spear pushed into her tight slit.
Zellee gasped as Kavan’s thickness spread open her inner world. The empty pit within her began to fill. Wetness dripped down the shaft before she slid down further. The throbbing pulse sent shivers up her body. When she reached the hilt, she stayed there and squeezed Kavan.
“How does it feel?” Kavan asked.
“It feels so good,” Zellee whispered.
The arachnix’s body began to betray her. She started to move, barely a few inches, but enough so to cause deep pangs of pleasure.
Kavan sat up and licked at the skin between her breasts. “I didn’t say you could move.”
Zellee’s eyes widened, but she continued. “I… I can’t help myself.”
“Must there be a punishment?” Kavan asked with a dark voice.
Zellee gave a small nod as her body moved on Kavan’s member, increasing the tempo.
“I must be punished,” Zellee whimpered.
Kavan pulled away the robe to fully expose Zellee’s breasts. Her chest heaved as she looked down. Kavan licked at a nipple. Zellee let out a long moan when her hands clamped on Kavan’s shoulders. The dragonkin’s lips peeled back and sharp teeth gently took hold of Zellee’s erect nipple. He gave it a tiny tug, not to hurt but to let her know he was in charge.
A sharp gasp and a long moan followed. Zellee looked down, knowing she could barely move with her nipple between Kavan’s teeth, but her body wanted more. She found the small space where she could move, thick inches throbbing deep within her.
Onka pulled away from Lorta. The troll was trembling like a leaf on the seat. Wetness dripped from her slit as she was lost to the throes of paradise.
The goblin stood up and turned around. She watched, and to a lesser degree, felt what was happening on the bed. Kavan looked up with knowing eyes and Zellee could barely contain herself. Between them, Kavan’s cock appeared slightly and disappeared between the arachnix’s pink lips.
The goblin sauntered over and climbed onto the bed. She stood up and moved behind Kavan. Green hands touched his shoulders as she and Kavan watched Zellee struggle in his toothy grasp.
“She will make a good slave,” Onka said with a faraway voice.
Kavan gave a small nod, pulling on Zellee’s nipple. The small movement caused the arachnix to gasp.
“Master… I’m… getting close,” Zellee whispered urgently.
Kavan said nothing, teeth gently holding onto her nipple.
“Master… please… say something,” Zellee begged.
Kavan remained silent, watching the agony in Zellee’s dark eyes.
“Master… I… don’t know… if,” Zellee tried to say when her inner world cracked and an ocean of bliss slammed into her.
Zellee’s valley held Kavan in a vice-like grip, moving along Kavan as her eyes rolled into her head. A deep string of magical explosions whipped her soul into submission. Kavan let go of her nipple and she sank down to the hilt. A stream of wetness squirted, the arachnix letting out a shrill cry. She leaned forward, grabbing Kavan and holding him to her, her body continuing to move, milking her own orgasm as she was lost to its power.
Onka looked on Zellee’s lost expression with loving desire. She bent down and kissed the arachnix on the lips, over Kavan’s shoulder. Their tongues slipped over each other in a playful dance. Zellee moaned and Onka drank it in like sweet nectar.
Kavan took hold of the arachnix and shifted his body and hips. Zellee fell onto her side, long spider-like legs slipping under Kavan. The connection between them never broke as they laid on their sides. Spider legs encircled Kavan as his hips began to move, pushing his thick spear to the hilt.
“You want to help Master come, don’t you,” Kavan said as his hand grabbed at her and kept her close.
“I do,” Zellee said as she remained close.
Onka moved behind Kavan, one hand on his shoulder and another between her creamy green thighs. The scent of Kavan and Zellee’s connection pushed the goblin to the edge of madness. She rubbed at herself with hips moving to her own, loving caress. She watched and touched Kavan as he drove his spear deep into Zellee. His snout and cheek moved against Zellee's soft breasts. A pink tongue slipped out to lick at her as his hips moved with thunderous need.
“Kavan… don’t stop,” the words drifted up from Onka’s lips.
Kavan felt the goblin’s gaze on him as his hips thrust with slow power. Zellee held onto the dragonkin, her eyes sliding up into her head as nirvana caressed her soul. Kavan’s fingers slid down along her smooth side, enjoying the warmth from the arachnix’s body. Spider legs clutched him to Zellee, her body moving with the tempo and motion of Kavan’s body.
A deep growl filled Kavan’s throat. Hips moved with urgency as Zellee fought to keep the climax at bay. The connection dripped between them and from behind, Onka moaned.
Zellee’s eyes widened, unable to last. Another storm of orgasms thrashed her body and she shuddered violently. Kavan kept at his steady pace, driving himself to the hilt and pulling back just enough for her body to squeeze him and slow an imagined escape. Kavan had no intention of leaving, driving himself deeper. Orgasms caused Zellee to whimper, unable to fight the flood of bliss. It overpowered her reason, a demonic smile forming.
Kavan’s cock thickened. Zellee let out a long moan. Heat flashed and thick spurts of seed filled the tight, snug space between them. Zellee moaned incoherently as Kavan drove himself deep. The arachnix milked his member with each squeeze as she lay on her side.
Onka felt the flash of heat and her own orgasm rippled through her. The fingers on her hand touching Kavan curled as she moaned her delight.
White filled Zellee’s vision. Her body surrendered and she passed out. Wetness surged and squirted between them, the arachnix unable to stop herself. Her body relaxed and her legs uncurled slightly.
Kavan let out a small grunt, another spurt filling Zellee. He pulled back and fell onto his back. He looked over to her, her body trembling and her eyes closed.
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nka crawled over and onto the dragonkin. Kavan looked up as she moved to his chest, her knees touching the bed over his shoulders. Her goblinhood glistened with wetness and dripped on his chest and neck. The scent was intoxicating, Kavan nuzzling his snout to her slit.
Onka looked down with endearing eyes, her hand running along his scaled cheek. “There’s the monster I felt. There’s the thing that cannot be denied.”
Kavan looked up to the goblin. His tongue snaked out and licked at her womanhood, tasting her sultry desires.
“A dragonkin with a demonic soul,” Onka whispered as she gently caressed Kavan’s cheek.
“A goblin that tastes like a goddess,” Kavan said before pressing his snout against the goblin’s womanhood.
Onka closed her eyes as heat touched her green cheeks. Hips moved as the top tip of Kavan’s snout rubbed against her engorged clit and his tongue explored her sacred, inner world.
Kavan licked, explored, and drank from the goblin. Her green thighs nearly enveloped the sides of his head as he rubbed and licked at his own discretion. Honey flowed and the dragonkin’s long tongue basked in her taste.
Onka fell forward. Her hands were on the bed and her breasts touching Kavan’s face. She kept her eyes closed, unwilling and unable to break away from his masterful tongue. It moved, slithered, and licked all the right places, sending her further and further into a blissful frenzy. The wet sounds between them caused her body to twitch, barely able to keep her sanity.
Lorta’s eyes slid back into place. A weariness touched her face as she blinked. She turned her attention to the large, side bed. She glanced at Zellee passed out on the side and Onka riding Kavan’s face.
The troll stood up on shaky, thick legs. She crossed the room and crawled onto the bed. Her gaze fell to Kavan’s cock standing straight up. It was wet from intimate moments and glistened in the dim lantern light.
Lorta’s own desires pulled her entire form closer. She glanced at Onka letting out small moans. It became a dreamy symphony, her ass and hips moving to Kavan’s mouth and tongue.
The troll took hold of Kavan’s member. She stroked as she licked the end. The taste of seed and wetness caused her own body to tremble in need. She sucked on the end while watching Onka moan louder and louder. The troll let out a muffled whimper before pulling her lips away and crawling onto Kavan. Her size shifted the bed slightly. Her hand held Kavan’s cock, rubbing the end against her clit and dripping opening. With a small moan, she sat on the thick member. Gravity pulled her down until she reached the hilt. The full sensations pushed her body, moving on Kavan and riding his impressive member.
Kavan lay on his back. The weight of Lorta on his hips caused his cock to stiffen until it was diamond hard. He raised his hands and took hold of Onka’s slender waist. He held her in place as his tongue stabbed deeper and licked against a small spot of ridges within her tight valley.
“Praise the goddess,” Onka hissed before her world exploded into stars.
Lorta moaned as she watched Onka shudder.
Kavan kept his eyes closed, the taste spilling into his mouth changing. He didn’t stop, licking and caressing her, coaxing out her string of orgasms. It played on like a song, drowning him in lust.
Kavan’s cock thickened. Lorta looked down with helpless eyes as Kavan’s member spread her tight walls to nearly the breaking point. She moved with urgency. Hips slammed down and her tight valley squeezed, trying to draw his soul out of his cock.
Kavan’s cock throbbed before seed spurted. Bliss swirled along the dragonkin as Lorta milked his member.
The troll looked down as white seed spilled from their union. She sighed happily as he showed no sign of wilting. Lorta moaned with heavy breath, driving herself on the dragonkin and moving closer to her own release.
Onka opened her eyes and looked down on Kavan as he continued to lick and stab her with his tongue. She twitched again, not wanting to leave the beautiful moment, their souls singing to each other. From behind, the goblin heard a sharp gasp and a long exhale as Lorta reached her climax.
The goblin touched Kavan’s brow with a soothing caress. He opened his eyes and looked up at her like he saw her for the first time.
“Don’t let the song die,” Onka whispered and moved her hips to his tongue once again.
Kavan watched the beautiful goblin as she moved with primal desires and the moans from Lorta behind her adding to their private symphony.
Nineteen
Warmth glowed as Kavan lay on the bed. Eyes slowly opened and blinked as the dragonkin looked at Onka’s sleeping expression. She was serene, her face close to his. Emerald green skin glowed in the morning light coming through the curtains. A peace filled her expression and she snuggled closer to him, her breath gently touching the dragonkin’s neck.
Kavan turned his gaze slightly to see Zellee and Lorta already up, out of bed and dressed. They looked down on the dragonkin and goblin with endearing eyes and smiles.
“We didn’t want to wake you,” Zellee whispered. “We were just getting ready to leave.”
“My bolids will be worried sick,” Lorta said with an edge, her gaze clearly speaking to wanting to stay longer.
Kavan nodded. “It was fun last night,” he whispered.
The arachnix and troll nodded.
“We should do it again,” Zellee smiled brightly. “We can talk about it later. Enjoy your morning and we’ll have another date soon.”
Zellee turned to leave. Lorta looked down on Kavan and Onka, her eyes betraying her thoughts. With a frustrated turn, she followed the arachnix out the bed chamber door and gently closed it behind them.
Onka opened her eyes and stared into Kavan’s slitted eyes. “Alone at last.”
Kavan’s arm was still around the goblin. He pulled her closer, their naked bodies pressing against each other.
“No running off before I wake?” Kavan chuckled.
Onka closed her eyes and sighed. “No running off.”
“Is that okay?”
The goblin nodded. “It’s more than okay. I like where I am. I like who we are.”
Kavan smiled. “What are we?”
“Friends. Close friends,” Onka said and kissed his neck.
Kavan held her close. “I have to run a few errands today, but Priest Raine and Priestess Misty will be coming over tonight for dinner and a talk. I know you wanted to come. I would love for you to be there as we discuss religion and faith. It might help me understand it a little more.”
“I’ll be there. I am your guide after all,” Onka grinned before she licked at the dark red skin along his neck.
A hardness could be felt between them and Onka let out a sarcastic gasp.
“I see someone is awake. Can’t let the moment slip away, now, can we?” the goblin said in a sultry whisper before moving down and under the blanket.
“No, we can’t,” Kavan grinned before lips wrapped around his dragonhood in the calm, sunny morning.
***
Kavan stood on North Street. He looked up at the majestic entrance to the town Library. Unlike many of the other buildings in town, this one was made completely out of stone. Stairs led up to a wide landing. Gray pillars filled the front and stone overhang roof. Solid oak doors with a stained dark color stood. Wide windows graced the sides, and thick curtains were drawn to keep the morning light out.
Kavan climbed the stairs and made his way to the doors. Once he took hold of the handle, he pulled and stepped in.
The dragonkin looked around as the scent of books filled his slitted nostrils. The interior of the library was one giant chamber with many shelves of books. Between the shelves were tables and chairs. Lanterns hung from chains throughout the library, their light conducive to reading. A coolness washed over the dragonkin as he looked down the wide aisle to see a solid desk and an orc sitting behind it.
Dura’s eyes widened a hair before they settled down. She stood up and smiled at the dragonkin as he approached.
“Welcome to the M
oonvale Library, Lord Cynder,” Dura said with a bow.
Kavan eyed the beautiful orc. She wore a white dress that covered her from her neck down. Her green skin contrasted against the white, but did nothing to diffuse it. Her smile was warm and welcoming. Her dark hair was tied into a bun and her small, pointed ears graced the sides of her head. High cheekbones gave her an elegance and mingled with a sense of self-worth and confidence entwined with her demeanor.
“Thank you, Dura. I have been meaning to come here. Libraries have often been my escape since my youth. It’s nice to be in one again.”
Dura nodded. “The doors are always open, from sunrise to sundown. How can I help you today?”
Kavan nodded as he stood before the desk. “I’m looking for a few things. I need a book on the many religions across Voldor, a book about xykks, and a book or books about any histories concerning the undead and liches in the region of Moonvale. Do you think you can help me find anything on those subjects?”
Dura gave the dragonkin a confident smile. “I live here at the library. It shouldn’t be much trouble. Follow me.”
The orc left the desk and made her way down an aisle. Kavan followed. They passed several sturdy shelves, Dura looking at rows of books. She slowed down to a shelf, raised her hand and glided her green fingers across book spines.
“I’ll have to go to the private collections of books on deities of Voldor. The ones we have here only pertain to the dragon gods. We here in Moonvale have an appreciation for the old gods, but the dragonkin of the Spire Cities frown upon such books being available. If their paladins saw any books, other than the dragon gods, they would pull them out and burn them on the street,” Dura said and pulled out a book.
The orc handed the book to Kavan and he looked down on the leather cover.
“This is a history and biology of the Xykk. It may put you to sleep, but it is very informative. It will help you with your research.”
“Thank you,” Kavan said.
Dura moved on, the dragonkin following in her wake.