The Dungeonrunners - ch.6
Added 2018-04-16 00:16:47 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: 'Sup.
You know why we're here.
Why we're all here.
I ain't gonna waste your time with notes.
Time for Dungeonrunners.
[futa/futa] [virginity/teaching/comforting] [MILF] [big boobs] [thighfuck] [frotting] [hotdogging] [anal]
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“Why did we decide to fight a whole fucking village, again?” Ellivieve shouted out to her comrades, backing up a little until she felt her rear press into the harder, taller body of her night elf ally and resident meat-shield, Marastaris. With the chief of Zul’Farrak nearly down, swarms of trolls had advanced to protect their leader, their captives, and their way of life, clustering around the dungeonrunners and forcing them to form into a single unit, back to back, fighting for their lives. Elli herself sucked in a fresh breath of air in through her nostrils, focusing before casting forth a massive gout of fel flame, setting a clump of the masked, tan-skinned desert trolls alight and screaming for their lives, scattering.
“Why do we do anything?” came the panting reply of the high elf, Alora, exhaustion clearly sinking in deep as she continued to emanate waves of healing sufficient to keep the entire group alive, her pearly staff clutched tight between slender fingers. “For the... loot...!”
“And the gratitude, of course,” Mara chuckled, ducking into a squat and whirling her staff in front of her in a broad sweep, sending several trolls tumbling and allowing her to charge forward, spitting out a stream of fortified pandaren rice-wine, igniting as it burst from her lips and creating a geyser of fire aimed straight for Zul’Farrak’s chieftain, Ukorz Sandscalp. This offered little more than a distraction, but it was the distraction she needed. “Lua! Up top!”
The searing bolt of hot, shamanic magma that Luasha sent forth from her fingertips made its way cleanly above the monk’s head, colliding firmly with Sandscalp’s chest. “Like this?” The alcohol he was doused with gave it even better hold and drew an agonized shriek from the Sandfury leader, who wobbled a few steps back before having both ankles grabbed onto by a pair of ghostly wolves.
“If there are children present, I wouldn’t look too closely,” Nianei grinned, taking a moment to catch her breath and admiring the work of her summoned beasts as they finished the job of bringing the burning troll chief low. Another few forward smashes of her twin maces helped to scatter the thinning ranks of the tribe’s onslaught, but with their leader fallen, screaming, it was clear both to the group and to the rest of the Sandfury that this fight was quite over.
Only a few more minutes of waning battle passed, though it felt exhaustively long to the weary group, having already fought evil priests, water monsters, a giant basilisk, and whatever else the trolls could throw at them. When those minutes finally passed, however, what remained of the Sandfury uprising was either dead, unconscious, or wounded, and the group made their way back to the pyramid at the desert city’s far end. Pulses of healing radiated out from Aloradelle, slowly mending and cleaning the cuts, bruises, burns, and other wounds that the group had sustained.
“I do wish that hadn’t needed to happen,” Luasha murmured as the quintet reached the top of the steps, her full, heavy chest rising and falling as she took a moment to catch her breath. Strapping her large, inscribed shield across her back, she continued to lament as she watched her daughter rush to the cages holding the trolls’ (former) captives. “They’re still people, after all....”
“Even if they do want to take over the world, sacrifice us to their gods, and eat our corpses,” Alora replied sarcastically. “But sure. They deserve mercy.”
“What’s done is done,” Mara shrugged, admiring Nianei’s perky rear from behind while the teen draenei struggled to unlock the cages of the captives, a group of explorers and mercenary bodyguards that had very much come to explore the wrong place. “If we hadn’t come to clean this up, someone else would have. Probably someone less gentle than us.”
“Oooh, Horde versions of us? That’d be hot, actually.”
“Do you always think with your...?” Lua began, frowning and nodding below the belt of the high elf’s scant white robe. “...You know?”
“If you were going to say ‘dick,’ no. Almost never,” the priestess paused, then allowed herself a wide, predatory grin. “I usually think with my asshole.”
“What did I expect,” the shamaness sighed, then blinked, looking around. “Wait, where’s Elli?”
“Still down below,” Mara answered. “She found something she likes, and she’s been playing with it-- ooh, looks like Nia got the cage open.”
“I’m going to go check on her and make sure she’s okay,” Lua said worriedly, taking a deep breath and slightly lifting the skirts of her form-fitting leather-and-mail robes, preparing herself for the descent back down the steps.
“Have fun,” the night elf called back, making her way towards the cage-fulls of grateful explorers -- specifically one of them in particular, an orange-haired human girl with small spectacles and breasts threatening to burst free of her tan, buttoned top. Time to see just how ‘grateful’ these ladies really were. “I know I will.”
o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Neat hoofprints were left in the sand as Luasha made her way back to the core village of Zul’Farrak, where much of the final battles had taken place. Ellivieve, the group’s warlock, was nowhere to be seen -- though footprints were easy to follow to one of the nearby huts. Noteably, the spurred, cloven hoofprints that would designate that the succubus, Devah, was following behind were nowhere to be seen. Elli must have dismissed her newly-bound demonic minion once the battle ended.
“Elli, sweetie?” Lua murmured as she pushed aside the doorway of hanging beads that Elli’s footsteps had vanished behind, leading into a troll tent of decent size. The place was pretty sparsely furnished -- strange totems and fetishes decorated the walls, warding away evil spirits or inviting good luck. Their exact nature was foreign to Luasha... but the shaman understood the use of totems on a fundamental enough level that they all still made sense, in their way. Sitting on the bed at the tent’s far end was Elli herself, her dark hair hanging in her face as she examined a large, flat object in her lap, translucent violet in color, as if it were made of colored glass. “Are you alright?”
“Oh, um, hi, Nia’s Mom. Yeah, I’m... fine,” Elli choked out a startled greeting, trailing her fingertips over the strange edges and spade-shaped tip of the object laying across her soft, pale thighs. “I, uh... found this with the chieftain’s stuff, I’ve been working on figuring out what it does. I think it’s a sword.”
Luasha blinked, gazing back down over the weapon. It was immense in size, over half as long as Elli was tall, with a broad blade -- and yes, a twisted, black iron handle at one end, strangely small for how large the sword was. “You don’t use swords, though, do you? None of us really do. Well, Mara could, I suppose. She just... doesn’t.”
“I can, actually. I used to, sometimes, during training,” Elli clasped her fingers around the weapon’s hilt and lifted it up easily, the massive slab of transparent material seemingly so light in her hand it was as if she was holding up a dagger. “Not ones this big, though. If none of you mind, um... could I keep it around and figure out what it does? Instead of just... like, selling it?”
A little smile curled Luasha’s lips, the draenei putting both hands at her sides. “I’d say the others will be too busy to notice, and I don’t mind. Besides, it’s been a while since you found anything too useful on one of our runs.”
“True. Last thing I got, you made for me,” Elli returned the smile shyly, plucking idly at the leg-holes of her dark mageweave one-piece, then gently setting the sword on the table beside the bed, back inside of its black leather sheathe, the mysterious inscriptions on it nearly smoothed away by sand. “Wait, what are the others busy with?”
“Ahhh... if I’ve learned anything about them by this point, they’re ‘fraternizing’ with the freed explorers. I’m surprised you haven’t gone and joined them.” Tucking her tail behind her, Luasha sat down demurely on the bedside next to Ellivieve, her body tilted so that her chest faced the human teen.
“Eh, I mean...” Elli shrugged, fidgeting a little and picking again at the legs of her outfit. “I don’t know how comfortable I’d be with that. I mean, I just don’t know what to... what I’d do.”
Luasha arched a brow. “What do you mean? I’ve seen the way my daughter looks at you. Are you saying you two haven’t...?”
“N-no! I mean... yes? Kind of? We just sort of fooled around, I guess. I’m afraid to really... do it. And I keep thinking about practicing with Devah, but she always makes fun of me, and... yeah. I just...” the young warlock ran her tongue lightly along dry black lips, clearing her throat, and then trailing off completely. Her dark, burnished eyes flickered away from the draenei’s, down to her own hands laying in her thighs.
“You just what, honey?” Luasha insisted, wrapping one arm comfortingly around the young human’s slim shoulders.
“Nothing,” Elli mumbled, then let out a little sigh as she leaned into the older woman, her head on Luasha’s shoulder. “I just wish I could... like, practice. Where I could be comfortable. Because I do want to... you know. But I’m just really nervous.”
Lua looked down at the young human for a long moment, leaning in to nuzzle the top of her head, laying a gentle, motherly kiss on her raven hair. Her eyes flickered down then, to those adorable hips, the white skin of Elli’s thighs peeking out above her leggings. The small bundle between them, nestled snugly in the narrow strip of black mageweave that rode up the warlock’s soft, pale butt. The idea of showing Ellivieve the “ropes” was not a new one to Luasha’s night-time thoughts, alone in bed. Thoughts of what her daughter would think had always prevented her taking any action on those thoughts... but if interfering in Elli’s sex life made things easier for the human girl, wouldn’t that ultimately benefit Nia?
“If you wanted, honey, I could... show you some things. Just between us. No pressure, no shame,” Lua whispered into the top of Elli’s head, lightly caressing her fingers through that silky, coal-black hair. Her other hand stayed around the warlock’s shoulder, dipping down to caress up tenderly from Elli’s hip, to her side, brushing up along the swell of the side of her breast. “Just practice, right?”
“I--!” Elli stiffened, swallowing. “M-Miss Nia’s Mom, I don’t t-think I... I mean, I’m not sure if w-we--mmmnn...!” the human girl’s protests were cut off when Lua tilted her head down, pressing her lips slowly and softly to Elli’s creamy black ones. Not an aggressive or lustful kiss, but a comforting one, more like one a mother might press to a daughter’s forehead. This kiss, though, was accompanied by a hand sliding up farther, taking gentle hold of Elli’s breast and massaging it between outspread fingers, drawing an uncontained moan from the gloomy teenager.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” Lua whispered, stealing another soft kiss, still caressing her other hand soothingly through the warlock’s hair. “I’ll go as slow with you as you need, honey. And you can ask any questions you want the answers to. Okay?”
“I...” Elli swallowed hard again, leaning in almost on impulse and nuzzling her nose back to Luasha’s, her heart racing in her chest. “O-okay. Just... really slow, alright?”
“Really slow,” the draenei assured, nuzzling back softly. “Can you take off your clothes for me, sweetie?”
“If... you do?”
“Of course I will, hun,” Luasha smiled, stealing one more small kiss and then sitting back, keeping her gaze on Elli as she began to unfasten and peel away her armored robes, dropping her axe and shield along with them. Left in only modest white undergarment, Ellivieve couldn’t help but stare back, lost in the valley of abundant cleavage barely contained by the draenei’s brassiere. Her throat suddenly dry, the warlock swallowed again as she started to wiggle out of her own black mageweave, trying to power through the pounding in her heart as she stripped the skintight fabric away.
A moment later, Elli was naked but for the black stockings that reached just above her knees, one arm folded shyly across her firm, youthful chest while her small, swelling girlcock remained trapped between those thighs, throbbing eagerly between them but hidden from view. “Can I touch your...?” the human asked quietly, voice cracking slightly, eyes still locked on the glorious display of Luasha’s chest while the shamaness shimmied carefully out of her panties.
“Of course, sweetie. Just be a little careful with them too, okay? They’ll leak if you get too rough.”
The comment only made Elli suddenly thirstier, but she crawled forward as Luasha popped the back of her top, peeling it away and letting her massive azure orbs bounce free, her deep blue nipples already so thick and firm. Swallowing hard once more, she climbed up and gently straddled the draenei’s lap, placing both hands over the soft, smooth mounds of Lua’s chest and letting her fingers slowly sink into the tender flesh, rubbing them gently back and forth, testing their size, their weight. Finding both utterly intoxicating as her thumbs rubbed and teased along those perky buds. “They’re... so big....”
“Having a baby can do that to you,” Luasha smiled comfortingly, nuzzling the warlock’s neck and jaw while she let Elli play. “Not that I was too small in the first place, to be honest.” Caressing her hands along Elli’s back and hips, the older woman let out a few soft breaths, her own excitement starting to rise. Even if she was playing the role of the comforter, the teacher, she couldn’t help but feel her own heart rate picking up -- she’d had a few wet dreams about how Ellivieve’s soft, pale thighs and butt would feel in her lap, and she wasn’t the slightest bit disappointed in how the squirming, cooing human’s undercarriage shifted and rubbed along her... and along the swelling member that was quickly rising to full life and size. “You... feel really nice, sweetie.”
Letting out a little sigh of contentment, Lua drew her hands back downward, lightly palming the soft globes of Elli’s rear and holding them, giving them an adoring squeeze and slightly adjusting the girl’s position in her lap, spreading her own legs just enough for the thick member between them to rise upward. Trapped now between her own thighs and Elli’s, the motherly draenei used one hand to draw the warlock’s head closer to her chest, almost smothering her between her big, soft breasts and crying out with excitement when she felt those black lips close down around one of her nipples, licking around it, then starting to lovingly kiss and suck. It should provide plenty of distraction, too, for Luasha to shift her hips up, sliding her aching cock up and between Elli’s creamy thighs. Her cry became a moan as she felt her precum-slick head rub along the human’s smooth balls, the upper half now aligning along Ellivieve’s much smaller girldick while the lower portion was nestled in the heavenly grasp of the human’s pale thighs.
“A-ahh~! Miss... M-Miss Nia’s Mom... your dick’s t-touching mine...!” Elli gasped out, Lua’s dark nipple slipping from her mouth as she just nuzzled desperately between the flesh cushions of the shaman’s milky blue tits.
“Do you like it, honey?” Lua whispered back, nibbling the corner of one ear tenderly, her hands shifting positions -- one brushing up along the teen’s side to thumb affectionately over Elli’s stiff pink nipple, the other drifting lower to curl her fingers around Elli’s stiff, pulsing girldick and the top half of her own, binding them tightly against one another. “When we touch like this? Does it feel good?”
“Y-... yes...” Elli whispered softly, almost panting now, her hands having not left Luasha’s chest -- clinging tightly to both breasts, kissing and nuzzling into the soft valley between them, she began to slowly undulate forward. Little winces and whimpers escaped her each time her hips moved, keeping Lua’s dick squeezed tight between her thighs, sawing her entire body up against that big blue rod, trembling when she felt the whole thing slide against her cock and along her small balls. “Light, I feel like I’m going to explode....”
“Don’t hold it back, baby,” the draenei cooed back, nuzzling her face into Elli’s hair again now, tenderly gripping and rolling that stiff nipple between two fingers now while she kept their cocks bound against each other with the other hand. Letting Ellivieve set the pace, letting her pleasure both Luasha and herself, exactly how she needed to, letting her get comfortable with the feeling of being close to another woman and being... vulnerable. Whatever had rendered Elli so shy, Luasha didn’t know, but nor did she ask. She was here to give the girl the space and comfort she needed.
“Nnn... nnahhh, hahh, hahh... o-oh m-my--!” the warlock’s tense whimpers rose to a cry as she began to rut and shift forward harder, keeping her legs tucked by Lua’s sides so she could keep her soft thighs anchored around Lua’s slowly, rhythmically thrusting shaft, grinding her own dick hard against it, feeling her breasts squish and bump against the draenei’s far larger ones. Precum was mixing with Luasha’s, forming a slick sheen along both aching members, visibly throbbing and hard as adamantite. Faster, faster, and then that cry rose to a crescendo, a shriek that grew so high in pitch it became completely silent -- a wheeze of ecstasy muffled by the huge, warm globes of blue flesh that Elli’s face was buried between.
One splurt, then two, then a third coated Luasha’s stomach, before a few smaller globs dribbled down both joined shafts, making an even greater mess of them than they were already. A long pause followed while Elli caught her breath, her eyes then turning up to the older draenei, wide with shame and panic. “I... I’m, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--!”
“Shhhh,” Lua whispered, leaning in for another gentle kiss, first on the warlock’s dark lips, then onto her forehead. “You’re doing perfectly. And look how much you came; you covered both of us.” She smiled warmly, stealing one more little smooch on the lips, releasing the young human’s dick to caress soothingly along her back again.
“But... you didn’t,” Elli murmured, chewing her lip softly.
“We don’t have to be done if you don’t want to, darling,” the draenei’s fingers slid lower, along the dimples at the small of Elli’s back and to the cleft of her round, pale rear, pressing one finger gingerly against the pink star between those smooth globes. “Now that you’ve relaxed a little, do you think you’d like to find out how it feels to have someone inside you?” Despite her attempt to be purely altruistic, time seemed to stand still for Lua while she waited for the answer she was desperately hoping for: Yes.
“Would you...?” Elli’s currant-colored eyes widened in anticipation. “You’re... I mean, you’re so big, but... do you think you could...?”
“I’ll be careful,” Lua whispered, leaning in to press her lips back to Ellivieve’s, holding the kiss for longer this time, letting the warlock relax and appreciate the feeling of their breasts pressing and squishing into each other, the human’s perky pink nubs bumping blissfully against Luasha’s larger, darker nipples, their tips wet with Elli’s saliva and a trace of the creamy content within. “Lay back.”
Breathlessly, Ellivieve obeyed, her black hair spilling out around her as she laid down against the surprisingly soft woven blankets that padded the scavenged Sandfury bed. She closed her eyes for a long moment, swallowing hard before looking up at Luasha again, the curvaceous draenei gorgeously naked and looming above her, her hard cock glistening with her juices, her incredible breasts rising and falling with her excited breathing. Leaning in, the shaman slowly spread Elli’s legs apart, leaving the warlock’s girldick to lay across her pale, sticky stomach.
“Relax,” the draenei whispered once more, leaning down to take a gentle lap of her tongue along the pink star of Elli’s rear entrance, twirling the tip around the quivering rosebud and drawing a helpless moan from the human. Another lick, then another, then a tender kiss at the pale hole -- and Luasha pulled back up, pinning her hands at Elli’s sides and aligning the thick pillar of her sapphire shaft with that virginal entrance, rocking slowly up against it, grinding between the warlock’s spread cheeks as she slathered the slickness from her cock against the place it would soon be invading.
“Light... i-it’s so hot... it feels so good...” Elli mewled hoarsely, tucking her legs back against each other and wrapping them around Lua’s hips as a pair, presenting herself side-saddle so that the alien beauty could more easily rub and press between her cheeks. Each slick, sliding motion of that hard cock against her ass, teasing her sensitive anus, drew another eager moan from her, each hotter and more desperate than the last, until she couldn’t wait another instant. “Put... put it in....”
Luasha wasted no time in complying with the request, leaning down to press her lips back into Elli’s in a long, adoring kiss while she eased the crown of her glistening ladydick past the human’s resistant asshole, the lubricant between them ensuring that said resistance would be futile. The teen’s round entrance was slowly pried apart by the invading crown of Lua’s rod, carefully stretched until more could sink in, inch by inch, each bit of progress increasing the height and volume of Ellivieve’s blissful squeal. “Aaaahh... aa-hahhhHhaAAaAhhHH!!” she wailed out, eyes rolling upward as she felt that huge thing drill into her, filling her so sweetly with so much throbbing warmth.
“Is it too much, sweetie? Do you want me to sto--”
“No! P-please, N-Nia’s Mom, I mean... L-Luasha... keep... keep going... o-oh fuck...!” Elli clenched her teeth together, hands at her sides, fingers digging into the bed beneath her as the draenei pushed inward, then slowly back, finding a rhythm that was easy to maintain and wouldn’t be too rough on the young human’s virgin hole. “Yes yes yes yes....”
Smiling a little again, Lua leaned in, pressing her lips around one of the human’s hard nipples while her tail wound around, slowly coiling around Elli’s still-stiff dick and sliding smoothly around it, curling and uncurling in tempo to the shaman’s easy thrusts. Even those, though, were starting to get a little quicker, picking up pace to the tune of Elli’s lustful squeals and whines. Slowly spreading that hole apart, then giving it a rest before it was invaded again, the muscles of Elli’s asshole clenching down tightly before struggling to relax. After a few long, breathless moments of thrusting and panting and moaning, the human let out a strangled groan of joy when she felt Luasha’s hips press into her butt, signalling that the draenei was as deep as she could go, that Elli was as full as she could get. And she cherished every single inch.
“You’re... unnn... you’re so tight...” the shaman whispered, her thrusts growing still more rapid, more uncontrolled, giving in to her own lust now that it seemed Elli’s reservations had broken down. Drawing back out, she rammed her hips forward again, spreading the human’s legs apart once more so that she could watch that pale little dick bounce and wobble with each thrust, watch it flex when Lua would push or strike against the teen warlock’s prostate and drive her ever closer to a second orgasm. An orgasm that Luasha herself was close to following.
“Harder, harder, that’s it, right there, r-right-- t-thERE--!” Elli’s eyes flew open wide, reaching out to clutch around Lua’s shoulders as she was wracked by powerful spasms, a shriek echoing out across the tent’s clay-and-leather walls as she made another mess of herself, her ass clenching down tightly and trembling around the throbbing, thrusting, rutting invader. Another few jets of hot spunk fanned out across her smooth belly and soft, perky boobs, covering herself in her own seed -- only to suddenly find herself pumped with more as Luasha’s own climactic wail eclipsed her own.
She felt almost paralyzed as the draenei’s shaft pulsated inside of her again and again, unleashing its own contents straight into her butt, filling her tight little ass with so much hot, burbling cream, making a sticky mess of her trembling inner pleasure-tunnel. Another sequence of splurts overfilled the hole, squirting out of it in a pool of white cum that slowly spread out around Elli’s rear.
Once she had finished, Luasha let out a soft puff of air and rolled to the side, back onto the bed, keeping her arms tight around Elli and staying buried deep inside the young human, kissing her once more as she cradled her, comforted her. “There you go, sweetie... there you go....”
“Th-thank you...” Elli panted back, touching noses for a moment before shifting back down, her own arms tight around the motherly alien’s waist as her lips found a nipple once more, latching on and kissing it, licking the tip, then starting to softly suck at it as she relaxed. Her asshole slowly clenched and released, adjusting. “That was... incredible.”
“Any time you need me to, honey,” Lua whispered, holding the girl to her chest as Elli started to suckle a little harder, comforting herself with the older woman’s body. “Just come and ask me, okay? I can show you a lot of things, if you want.”
As the young human was cuddled and cradled close to the shaman’s chest, something on the bedside table, unseen to either, began to shimmer. Translucent, barely-visible figures danced under its rosy, transparent surface, shifting like shadows. Crawling.
Watching.