Emmy in Action ch.8

Author's Notes: Woo, sorry for the long wait this time! Lot going on this month! But, we have a chunky new chapter of this, with another project already a good part of the way done -- and after that, a Star Wars thing I have some really neat ideas for! Anyway, enjoy, and of course, Happy Holidays to all my wonderful tentacles!

[story] [combat/action] [fu/fu/F] [more below]

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‭“We’ve got sahuagin!”

The roar from the crow’s nest sent the crew of the Kamadan into immediate high alert. Some knew what to do in the case of an emergency like this, while others – largely newer crewmates or paying passengers – quickly went wide-eyed with uncertainty and dread. The time for panic, fortunately, never came.

Before the very first scaly, webbed hand could make its way onto the ship’s railing, Captain Rook had burst out of her cabin, drawing her pair of matching sabres from their sheaths at her sides. Both of the single-edged blades were decidedly oversized, enough so that the term ‘sabre’ barely applied – moreso, they resembled a curious hybrid between scimitar and bastard sword, each sporting serrations along the spine and nautical, tentacle-like etchings along the handles. “Second crew, get noncombatants belowdeck and get back here with crossbows!” she barked, nodding towards several closeby crewmates. “First crew, hold the line and start funneling them to the prow, don’t let them outflank us!”

After a moment to ensure her orders were being followed, Rook glanced back to the few passengers who had yet to run – namely an eager Emeera, an uncertain-looking Orchid, and a heavily-scarred male svirfneblin that Emmy had seen around, but never made the acquaintance of. “As for the rest of you,” the marble-skinned captain glowered, “every sahuagin body part you leave on the deck of the Kamadan is a gold piece off your fare. You die, you get a sailor’s burial and we’ll all have a swig of rum in your honor. Now let’s send these scaly fucks to the bottom of the Vagabond!”

Utilizing the extraordinary speed and grace taught to her at the Edisseion, Emeera dashed to her cabin, scrambling past other passengers and members of the crew, snatching up the Tranquilizer and immediately hurrying back. Despite being away only for an instant, upon arrival on deck she was greeted with a sight more grisly – over the carrack’s railings crawled a small horde of creatures, tall, lean, and long-limbed, encrusted in a sickly motley of green, blue, or silver scales. They wore little more than kelp loincloths or bits of netting, with the occasional piece of shell or driftwood worn as armor, their heads and bodies alike a horrid cross between man and shark. A few carried harpoons or tridents, though most simply lunged out with awful claws or snapping teeth, immediately setting upon the upper deck of the Kamadan with murderous intent.

“Ooohhhh crap,” Emmy’s eyes widened for a moment as she took in the sight – it was already evident that the crew’s combatants would be outnumbered as these salty marauders laid sudden siege. This would be a battle won only by superior skill… skill Emmy would have to do her best to provide. “Alright, here we go! Hero time starts now – adventure!”

Dashing into the fray of battle, the monk went into all-out offense. Not her usual tactics, but in a fight with this many participants, it seemed the smartest. Doing her best to follow Rook’s earlier instructions, she lashed out at those creatures farthest from the ship’s prow, thrusting forward brutally with her enchanted staff and following with a barrage of spinning kicks and flying knees, attempting to provide some support in funneling the creatures towards a narrow point where they could be more effectively handled.

A side-smash from her staff narrowly saved the life of one of the crew, sending a lunging sahuagin scattering backwards and over the rail. An instant later, Emeera leapt nimbly onto the same rail, then jumped again, descending with a swift double-stomp kick on another of the creatures before drilling her staff downward onto the prone body. There was a sickening crunch, and at last another of the humanoid sea-creatures fell still, but the monk was increasingly concerned about how powerful and durable they were – at her level of skill and experience, she was used to most enemies (especially ones that attacked en masse, as these did) to fall in a matter of a blow or two. These required her to go all-out and focus fire with each attack, even then needing four or five solid hits for her target to be neutralized.

Pushing forward with another storm of attacks, Emmy nimbly side-stepped an incoming trident, then ducked a bite, though she did get caught in the side by a clawed hand – a minor wound, ripping through little more than her robes, and one repaid by a series of brutal hits that left her gnashing, shrieking attacker far worse for wear. Parrying another oncoming attack with her staff, Emmy snapped out a series of hard-hitting side kicks, with the intention of not just damaging, but pushing, tightening the clump of attacking creatures into a smaller and smaller area.

It was rare that she had a moment to take stock of her surroundings beyond getting eyes on new targets, but she did get occasional glimpses of what was happening elsewhere on deck – Captain Rook was bringing down enemies swiftly with wide, savage swaths of her twin swords, shrugging off attacks from all angles like some sort of rampaging, scantily-clad bulwark. Orchid had her long daggers drawn, and skittered around the battlefield looking for distracted or compromised targets, focusing on quick, killing blows rather than drawn-out duels. That odd little gnome sprinkled in minor tricks or spells in between swift, tried-and-true attacks, wielding a small mace with which he was clearly plenty experienced. Jex had discarded his knife for a scavenged trident, though his limited experience as a city guard wasn’t setting him terribly far ahead of the Kamadan’s ordinary sailors – who, while they were doing their best, didn’t hold a candle to the trained warriors present. Everyone was playing their part, and it finally seemed like the main body of the enemy creatures had been effectively concentrated into a narrow area.

“Everyone, fall back and get down!” Rook roared, quickly following her own instructions after another deep, killing cut. “Second crew, take aim and fire!”

Having reappeared from belowdeck, a small throng of sailors arrived with crossbows in hand, taking careful aim as the front-line scattered and dropped. There was the sound of many taut strings being loosed, and a rush of air as a fusillade of bolts shot forward, fanning out into the remaining cluster of attacking sahuagin. The effect was obvious and immediate, with most of the battle-weary monsters dying and falling overboard, viscous, reddish-clear ichor seeping from bolt-wounds, while the few survivors either tumbled overboard or were quickly quashed by the remaining fighters at the front.

A long moment passed, then, with the second crew reloading their crossbows and the vanguard taking a moment to catch their breath – waiting to see if any more of those shark-folk planned to crawl back on board. Long seconds of silence passed into a full minute, and finally, Captain Rook nodded her white-locked head. “That’s that, then. Casualties?”

For a moment, sailors looked around at each other, seeking out anyone who might be missing. Finally, one of them, an aarakocra with distinctly macaw-like plumage, chirped up. “Doesn’t seem so, boss. Few wounded, but nothing a day or two belowdeck won’t help with.”

“Good,” Rook nodded, her heavy breathing finally falling back to normal as the fervor of combat lifted itself from her senses. “Extra helpings of rum for everyone who fought! As for the brave passengers who put their lives on the line… come to my cabin at nightfall, I’d like to share a toast with you.”

“If it’s all the same to you, ma’am,” the deep gnome spoke up, wiping blood and ichor off of his mace, looking grimly unperturbed by any of this, “I don’t partake. ‘Preciate the offer, though.”

“Just the two of you, then, it would seem,” Rook nodded in the direction of Emmy and Orchid, and… strangely, it seemed like her expression had softened from every other time the Monk had seen her. A sort of respect shined in those lavender eyes – a hard respect, but a genuine respect nonetheless. “Tend to your injuries, if you sustained any. I look forward to seeing the two of you later.”

“Oh – um, ah – yes, of course!” Emmy stammered. She wasn’t exactly a big drinker, but a little shouldn’t hurt, and she found herself oddly excited to get better acquainted with the big, rough captain of the Kamadan.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Orchid smiled, already sauntering back towards the forecastle. Unlike Emeera, it seemed like she hadn’t sustained any injuries of any sort – a perk of preying primarily on the already-weakened.

“Alright, shrimp-dicks, that’s all the hug-and-kiss you’re gettin’ from me!” Rook roared back out to the crew as she made her way towards her cabin. “Drink, rest, think of your bitch back home – we survived one more day on the Vagabond Sea!”

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It had only been a week or two aboard the Kamadan, and while Vath-Raya had been improving very marginally, she had been sick every second she’d spent on the seafaring carrack. Emmy visited her occasionally, bringing snacks, water, or words of encouragement, but the wizard was, if possible, even less pleasant to be around – she had turned terse rudeness into nothing short of an art form. Not only was she miserable, she seemed to see her ‘incurable’ ailment as a sign of weakness, making her even more angry, and even more insufferable.

It was for such reasons that Emeera opted to skip her daily check-in, and instead, spend the few hours before her… date…? with Rook to tend to her wounds and make herself presentable. The few injuries she’d sustained were terribly minor, consisting of a scratch along her midsection, a few bruises, and a bite she’d ‘blocked’ with her forearm, rather than her staff. The teeth hadn’t made it far past the skin, but it was still something that needed to be fully wrapped.

Finally, bandaged and hydrated, Emmy made her way out onto the deck, taking in the salty sea air and turning her eyes to the sky, watching the blazing light of Naeran set behind the waves, and Acrypharia’s majestic moons begin to rise. It promised to be a bright night; not only were the Blue Prince and Pink Sister both beginning to become visible, but the third moon – Gallia, a small, white one sometimes known as the Phantom – was cresting up over the horizon, something that only happened every three weeks or so. It was beautiful, enough to cause a strange sensation to swell in the human’s chest, something akin to wanderlust, a gratitude that her life had once more brought her away from the Edisseion, out on an adventure where she could have this sort of experience. The opportunity to see three moons dance across the waves of the Vagabond Sea.

“Don’t want to be late, do you?” came Orchid’s teasing voice from behind her, jarring Emmy from her rare moment of introspection.

“Oh, no, of course not! Sorry, I just got… euh, y’know, I mean,” Emmy gestured awkwardly at the sky, not clarifying, but the hobgoblin offered a slow, knowing nod.

“It’s beautiful. Reminds me of why I left the warrens, left everything behind. There’s so much more to the world than… home,” Orchid paused, looking pensive for just a moment, then shrugged and jerked her thumb towards the Kamadan’s aftcastle. “Best not keep Rook waiting. I get the impression this isn’t an offer she extends with much regularity.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Emmy let out a small chuckle, then skipped along behind the taller woman, towards the door to the captain’s cabin. Knocking delicately, she awaited a reply, one that came – after several long moments – in the form of the door swinging open boisterously.

“Ah, s’you two, good,” the tall, muscular sailor offered a smirk that didn’t show teeth. “Hope you don’t mind I got started without you. Come on in.” Nodding back into the cabin, she ushered the other two women inside, revealing a surprisingly lavish living quarters. It seemed to approximate bedroom and office alike, with a desk, bed, table, several chairs, and even a small rack of swords, daggers, and axes. Almost everything, of course, was bolted to the floor, ensuring that rocky waves didn’t turn the cabin into a tempest of flying objects and weapons, and like the passenger’s cabins, it was lit with small, magical lights, though a bit more brightly and thoroughly.

“Ooh, this place is really nice!” Emmy beamed, kicking her sandals off and letting her feet squish into the deep blue rug thrown over the floor. “Thanks again for inviting us over!”

“Least I could do,” Rook chuckled, sitting down at the little table upon which was an array of tools and ingredients. Lifting a metal carafe filled with caramel-colored liquid, the captain several fingers-deep each into a trio of squat wooden cups. Then, snatching up a knife, she slashed a lime into quarters, dipping each one into sugar before dropping it into the cups, then lengthening each with a bit of water. “You two gonna sit down, or do I gotta knee-cap ya?”

“I prefer my knees as they are, thanks,” Orchid smirked, sitting down across from the captain and taking her cup, with Emmy mirroring the gesture a moment later. The hobgoblin lifted the cup, air-toasting before bringing it to her lips for a drink. “Mmn, not bad. Dagger Coast?”

“You know your rum,” Rook offered a crooked smile, taking a sip from her own cup. “I’m grateful for what the two of you did, out there. It seems like I underestimated you – both of you, but you in particular,” she nodded towards Emeera, who blushed immediately. “You handled yourself well out there. I don’t know what kinda shape the Kamadan would be in now if we hadn’t had people jump in and kick some ass.”

“Oh, haha, well, yeah!” Emmy said, a flush of sudden shyness heating her face. As alluring as she found the Captain, she wasn’t terribly used to accepting compliments – it seemed like all the time she’d spent training and adventuring was finally paying off somewhat! “That’s what a life of adventure’s all about! Being a hero, beating up monsters! No way I was gonna just sit back and watch those scaly things climb on board.”

“And I appreciate it more than you know,” Rook mused for a moment, draining her cup, beginning to pour herself another. “Perhaps I shall make you my journeywife.”

“Your…?” Emeera went still, a shade of color draining from her pace. Beside her, Orchid was doing her best to stifle a cackle, hiding a fanged grin behind her hand – it seemed like she, at least, understood the reference. “I-I’m – I’m sorry?”

“Do they not have them where you’re from?” the captain chuckled. “Among my people, each journey at sea is as its own life lived. Months can be spent trying to learn a new skill, attempting a new diet – and, often, committing oneself to a romantic partner. The journey ends, and everyone goes their own way, a life lived and left behind. This is the freedom of the waves.”

“That’s, um… I… well, wow, um…” Emmy swallowed hard again, trying to think of appropriate to say to so odd a comment. Was it a proposal, an offer, merely a comment? Should she accept, brush it off – wait, accept? What in the world was she even thinking? Clearing her throat, she reached down to the little wooden cup, just touching it to her lips at first, but then draining the whole thing when the strong notes of sugar and citrus filled her senses. “That’s so crazy, right? Haha.”

Before Emeera had a chance to dig herself deeper, properly offend, or wiggle free of the situation, Orchid wormed her way into it the conversation, one leg draped over the other as she cradled her own cup in the palm of her hand. “It’s a fascinating tradition, from what I know of it. Anything is permitted so long as it’s temporary, allowing for so much room for…” she paused, golden eyes flickering to Emmy before settling warmly back on Rook, “...experimentation. Bright One, I’ve even heard of a captain taking two or three journeywives at once, then never wishing to turn back.”

“The way you say it, it almost sounds like a suggestion,” Rook pondered aloud, though her expression implied she was taking the suggestion quite well. “Perhaps I could be… persuaded, to claim both of you.” Her look of consideration twisted into a wolfish grin, her predatory gaze scanning back and forth between the two women she’d invited to her cabin. “Both of you are strong, competent, attractive, and – I can only assume – open to the many perks of being a ship captain’s one and only. Well… her two and only, I should say.”

“H-hold on, I don’t remember saying I wanted to – not that I don’t want to – erm, I mean, not that I do either, of course–!” Before Emeera could have a full-blown panic attack, Orchid reached across and under the table, laying one warm hand on the monk’s thigh.

“Don’t mind Emmy, captain,” Orchid purred, “she plays innocent, but she’s perhaps the thirstiest human I’ve ever met. I’ve already seen the way she looks at you.”

“I don’t–!”

“Oh, as have I… and you as well, strange elf,” the muscular, tattooed sailor allowed herself another chuckle. “Now, tell me. Were I to claim you for my own…” – despite not being addressed directly, the wording of that phrase sent a shiver of excitement down Emeera’s spine – “...how would you make it worth my while?”

With that, the captain made herself well and truly plain, no longer dancing even a crude dance. She stood, fussing roughly with the leather belt that held her striped pants in place, and unfastened the front of the baggy garment – unleashing a thick white python the likes of which Emeera had never seen. The closest she could remember to Rook’s colossal girlcock was Kydozi’s, and though it’d been some time since she’d laid eyes on the latter, she was unsure if even it matched the captain’s sheer, dizzying size.

“By all the Siblings,” Emmy breathed, abruptly transfixed, though her hyperactive mind positively raced with questions. What would happen if she refused? Would Rook be offended, would Emmy be keelhauled? More importantly – what would happen if she accepted? As much as this situation made her heart do a jig in her chest, Orchid hadn’t been wrong; Emeera was incredibly attracted to the captain, and a great part of her saw this as much of an opportunity as it was a dilemma. Though, of course, it would be wicked of her to go against her monk teachings and let herself fall prey to instinctive lust, to lose her self control… but to refuse would be to dishonor the culture of her host, right? So she had to? Or at least had a really, really good excuse.

Orchid, predictably, suffered no such conflict. “Oh, I think I have a very good idea of what,” she purred, downing her drink and shifting forward from her chair – not standing, but immediately lowering herself onto all fours, crawling towards the captain. Whether it was her goblinoid nature or simply her physical grace, she looked oddly natural as she clambered forward, balancing on her fingertips and the balls of her feet, only using her knees to pivot or pause. In only a moment, she was brought before Rook’s imposing figure, nuzzling upward to press her nose and lips against the seafarer’s hairless sack.

“And what a good idea it is,” Rook grinned, backpedaling a half-step and sitting down on her bed, planting one foot at the edge while letting the other powerful leg dangle off, providing a wide, inviting view of her remarkable member. Orchid reflexively followed, easing the other woman’s pants off completely before Rook could fully sit, tossing them aside and bringing her lips to the end of the captain’s stiffening rod, letting it slip into the wet warmth of her mouth.

Ugh! Brazen! Emeera stood paralyzed, knowing she couldn’t simply watch forever – she was very much past the point of ‘seeing how this would unfold,’ thanks to Orchid’s total willingness to sleep with anyone she had even passing interest in. Now Emmy could add peer pressure to the list of excuses – err, reasons! – to go over there and see how that cock tasted. She was almost trembling with conflict and uncertainty, but finally, her desire (and the many cooked-up reasons why it was not just acceptable, but preferable to give in to that desire) won out. Sitting up, she bit her lip and started unwinding her sash, letting her robes loosen and open, showing off a hint of shallow cleavage as she, too, fell to her knees in front of the captain.

“Mmn, I knew she’d give in quick,” Orchid teased, licking up the side of Rook’s stiffening cock as Emmy did the same on the other end, both tiny hands winding around the base, making the tremendous shaft look even larger. “Why don’t you take over a moment, dearheart… I’ll get you more comfortable.”

Emmy let out a quiet, confused murmur as Orchid slipped away, but took the opportunity to get a better taste of Rook’s cock, taking the entire thing into her mouth and starting to slowly descend. It hurt her jaw a little, until she got used to it, and she had to admit that getting the massive thing down her throat was going to be more or less a total impossibility… but just sucking on it was its own reward, feeling it finally reach full hardness in her mouth as her tongue lapped and swirled around it. Big blue eyes looked up at Rook as the captain casually discarded her shirt, freeing full, firm breasts just as alabaster-white as the rest of her, a metal ring piercing one nipple, while a bar made from what looked to be bone laced the other. Almost instinctively, one hand reached up to gently grab and fondle one breast, testing its soft springiness while she bobbed eagerly up and down on the other woman’s outstanding girldick.

From behind her, she could feel Orchid’s hands, massaging up along her slim sides to grip at the soft lavender of her robes, starting to peel them down around her shoulders. Emmy shivered as the garment was mostly removed, bundling around her waist and baring her nearly-flat chest, nipples already perked with arousal and excitement. “Mmmn, there we go,” the hobgoblin cooed, caressing her hands up the monk’s tummy to cup over her tiny breasts, giving them a loving grope and press.

“Mrrh, she’s a petite one, is she not?” Rook clucked approvingly, laying one hand gently at the back of Emmy’s head, more feeling the rhythm of her slow, eager bobbing and sucking than actually holding her in place – for now. “I like that. Small and durable, perfect for lifting up and pinning against things…” with that, she did tug a bit at Emmy’s hair, though gently, just enough to coax her upwards. Uncertain but enticed, Emmy followed the captain’s lead, standing up and, in turn, allowing Orchid to draw her robes down her waist and all the way off, leaving the human girl more-or-less entirely nude.

“H-hey, that’s my–!” Emmy squeaked as she was disrobed completely, only to find herself silenced by a long, possessive kiss. Rook had brought her close and pulled in the risk of the way, planting those lips directly on the human’s and stealing her breath with the embrace. The captain tasted of rum and lime, as was to be expected, though beneath that was something more mysterious and floral. Emmy’s focus, though, lay elsewhere, very much preoccupied with the sensation of the other woman’s tongue slipping into her mouth, of those strong hands clutching to her petite hips and backside, holding her with a sort of dominant confidence that only Orchid tended to exhibit. A rush of warmth flooded her chest, and she found herself already growing wet with need.

Her silence rose into a soft moan as she gave in, one hand reaching up to gently cup and massage one of Rook’s breasts. She could hear Orchid rustling about behind her, likely up to something, as she usually was, but her attention was very much on the captain, surrendering to her strong, warm embrace. Emmy’s tongue flickered out to stroke and massage along the other woman’s, the two tangling together for a long moment as Emeera simply let her senses take hold of her, enjoying the closeness and the intimacy as she pushed and squished her naked body against Rook’s.

“Mmn, there we go,” came Orchid’s voice from behind her, and Emmy took the opportunity to glance behind her, lazily breaking the kiss to steal a peek at the hobgoblin. Like Emmy and Rook, she was now entirely nude but for a few bangles and her piercings, her own girldick half-hard, though it didn’t look like she had immediate intentions to put it to any use. Instead, the ruddy-skinned scoundrel lowered herself back between Rook’s spread legs, this time bringing not her mouth to bear, but her chest. “Emmy, darling, can you give me a hand down here?”

Emeera licked her lips, nuzzling into Rook for a moment longer and looking down to Orchid, who had let her breasts fully envelop the majority of the captain’s cock, though its remarkable size left a fair bit of it sprouting up between the hobgoblin’s cleavage. It took only a moment for Emmy to realize what she was meant to do, and she nodded as she began to clamber back down and around – not getting back on the floor, but fully reversing her current positioning, setting her knees on the bed and leaning in around Rook’s waist. As Orchid firmly squished her tits together around the thick, heavy shaft, Emmy brought her lips back to its tip, kissing and licking at it once again, struggling to get the entire head into her mouth.

“Unnhh, something tells me I’m gonna have my hands full with you two,” the captain stifled a chuckle, the sound quickly becoming something more like a moan as Orchid started to massage her breasts up and down the lower portion of the sailor’s cock, even as Emmy’s saliva began to stream down from the tip. “Perhaps I should see what my fingers can do, while both of you are down there….” Rook’s hand caressed down along Emmy’s back, keeping herself balanced with the other while her fingers traced slowly towards the young human’s backside. Giving one buttcheek a firm squeeze, she hooked her fingertips around and under, stroking them with surprising dexterity along Emeera’s warm, wet slit.

Emmy shuddered, a little rush of pleasure shooting through her even as she tried to shove the captain’s cock as deep as she could into her mouth – but she was denied the ability to give any feedback when she felt Orchid’s hand plant on the back of her head, keeping her rooted on the thick shaft. “She’ll never ask for it, but she prefers it in her ass,” the hobgoblin purred, looking up at the captain and offering her a wink, still rocking her chest slowly up and down, massaging Rook’s marble rod between her perky red tits.

“Is that so? What a lucky little human,” Rook offered a grin, trying to keep her composure even as her breathing grew more and more heavy and heated. “So do I.” She rubbed her fingertips along Emmy’s pussy for only a moment more, getting her fingers slick with the girl’s juices, before bringing them just a bit upwards, pressing her powerful digits against Emmy’s eager rear entrance.

Emmy felt the captain’s cock throb in her mouth as she swirled her tongue around it, her face all but buried in Orchid’s chest. She wanted to make some sort of protest, but Orchid’s hand on her head made that impossible without considerable struggle, and it wasn’t like Orchid’s comment hadn’t technically been correct. She continued to push, bob, and suck as she felt those fingers press against her ass, then finally inside of it, easing in deeply and smoothly – it was only two digits right now, but as far as fingers went, these ones were definitely on the larger side, and it took a moment for her backdoor to adjust to them. The young monk let out a weak moan, squirming and pushing her rear back against the other woman’s hand, eyes drifting shut as those fingers began to rock and shift inside of her. In a moment, though, she was going to have something else to worry about.

As soon as it was obvious that Emeera had surrendered to the sensation of being anally invaded, Orchid’s hand left her head, putting both back to work at the sides of her breasts. She shuffled her breasts up and down more aggressively, with greater speed and tighter grip, pumping back and forth along Rook’s shaft with an eager certainty, one that seemed it would imminently bear fruit – the captain’s soft moans now grew tense and heated, and Emmy could feel her throbbing inside of her mouth.

“Nnggh… h-hraaagh…” Rook growled through gritted teeth, throwing her head back, fingers still pushed deep into Emmy’s ass but no longer actively thrusting. Finally, the combination of Orchid’s tits and Emmy’s mouth proved too powerful even for the thick, pulsing blunderbuss Rook sported between her thighs, and the human girl was treated to a hot pump of salty stickiness shooting against the back of her throat, followed by a second, then a third, then a fourth, forcing her to relax her throat and just try to swallow it all at once. She partially succeeded, letting out a sudden cough, some of the gooey whiteness dribbling past her lips to coat Orchid’s chest, and after a moment, she finally pulled back to gasp for air.

“Hahh… hahh… h-how was that…?” Emmy said, head swimming somewhat from the limited airflow she’d been sustaining.

“Mmn, oh, I think I’m really going to like the two of you,” Rook flashed a wide, lazy grin, pushing her fingers a little deeper up Emeera’s asshole, drawing a whimper from the girl. “You two ready for your reward?”

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