Her Parched Lips
by Rafaela Valdez
Riding through the desert is no sweat for the one that bears Fyrshala's kiss upon their fair skin. Fire is their touch, and passion is their soul. Proudly sat Lady Siofra on the back of her bronze-furred wolf, Lanzo, her left hand holding on to his reigns as she gripped the shaft of a glaive in her right. Over her face was a gold bandanna, protecting her from the fierce, sharp sand that would push against her from time to time. You couldn't see it, but a wide smile sat under it, as usual. Every act she did was one full of pride and pomp, and every bit of her reflected it constantly.

However, these reconnaissance missions out in areas others refuse to go to, for whatever lazy or self-serving reasons they had, always paid a bit more. Most likely due to the large amount of sheer boredom they induced. Hardly anyone would come with her. Not that they needed more than her might, usually, but a curvy companion or two to help while away the long, dull hours with behind some guard tower would not be unwelcome. Really, any lady more of one than the handle of whatever she was armed with would do at this point. There's only so many ways one can screw with that, and they don't even moan or grab your hair or call your name.

“Hey, Mistress Fyrshala, I'm dyin' out here! My body thirsts and warms, not just for the coolness of water to parch my dry, sand-stung tongue with, but to soothe my aching flesh with! Let justice be done to my yearning cunt and eager tongue, and I shall call thy name as I cum loud enough to echo throughout the sands!” cried out Siofra, her frustrations peaking, grumbling up to the sky. The only one around her to hear her was Lanzo, who merely snorted disdainfully in response. Which one of them was supposed to be the wolf again? Seems even the protection of the Goddess of Flames and Passion didn't quite account for her followers getting thirsty from her warmth.

The knight rolled a map out of a pack on the side of her mount, smudging the current trail marks off and redrawing it to head for the nearest oasis, because really. Who's bright idea was it to not add any pit-stops on this trip? She pat Lanzo on the side of his face and pointed her glaive in their new direction, the two plodding on towards their first stop. If anyone asked why she tampered with the map when they returned, she would respond with a hearty fuck you. And if the questioner be a lady, perhaps she would mean it more literally than figuratively. Maybe that really hot tactician in the leather bodice that shows up to every meeting demanding a higher budget. She'll fill her purse up with riches someday, if she gets her drift. Which she better.

Sand would shoot up and try to sting at what bit of flesh she did have exposed, situating itself warmly and comfortably near her eyes and trying to dig near her nostrils as far as the bandanna would let it. When she returned, she'd have to invest in a better mask for her mouth and eyes, but if she could find a willing lass, perhaps she could convince them to let her use their panties instead as a temporary solution. Fyrshala would soon grant her the freedom and relief she desired, though, as a glistening, cool, silvery lake appeared on the horizon. The two began to rush to it like the dogs they were, Siofra almost panting more than her pet, for the closer they got to it, the more it looked like there were people there. Civilization. That meant women. And that meant ultimate relief.

With a proud stride and a showy stop, Siofra parked her mount at the edge of the lake, both of their eyes wide as they eyed it, drool escaping their tongues. If it weren't for the fact one was clearly not hairy, you'd not have been able to tell them apart. Then again, not many women could once the lights went off. There's a reason why most who knew her bedside manners called her a she-wolf. The two practically shoved their faces and tongues in, the knight tossing her bandanna aside, guzzling deeply and letting it trickle down their chins and necks. It wasn't quite as sweet or as filling as a lady's nectar, but you wouldn't know it by the look of satisfaction Siofra now sported, sighing a bit as she remembered she noticed people. Time to go say hi to the natives and hope they didn't see her acting a slob, though she could always entice their women by saying that's how she'll drink them up.

Speaking of, as she looked up from her thirst-quenching, two figures emerged from around a tree on the other side of the lake. Tall, tanned, with curves in all the right spots, with barely a scrap of clothing on them to make themselves even remotely modest and not showing off everything at once. Their faces showed a mix of curiosity and amusement, laughing a bit as they watched the water drip and hang off the paladin's lips, prompting Siofra to quickly pick her bandanna up and wipe her mouth with it. Not the most graceful of entries, but at least they took notice. This was a good sign.

The figure on her left was a short and lithe, toned lady with two perky, fuzzy cat ears poking out of her messy brown hair, carrying a basket with fruit picked from the tree she was behind. A small strip of red cloth sat across her ample chest, barely in place, with a small matching loincloth. Her tail wagged in a welcoming manner from behind, almost beckoning the paladin to come hither. Her eyes were full of curiosity, shining like a pair of desert topaz. Her tanned skin glistened with sweat against the sunlight beaming down on her. A few whiskers sat on either side of her playful smile and a few patches of fine fur ran on the backs of her arms and fronts of her legs. Fyrshala knows how much Siofra likes pussy, after all.

The figure on her right was much taller and had a bit of muscled bulk to her. Her skin was as golden brown as her friend's, with a matching few cloth strips of modesty about her body. A pair of strong leathery wings shot out from her shoulderblades, matching the wine-red tone of the small scales that dotted her flesh. Her tail was a bit shorter but fatter and spiked with long black hair flowing from her head. With eyes like desert roses that gave a hungry, sly look and what appeared to be piercings pressing against her top hooked through her nipples, Siofra was almost ready to give in and play damsel in distress to her. Odd elf ears and a feral hunter's gait were on her, letting the paladin know she was in for a rare treat; Flintlocks only kept to deserts, after all.

Siofra then took her hand to her mouth and cleared her throat quite audibly, pointing back up to the sky and making a spectacle of herself, grinning wide and giving off a satisfied snort. “Ahh, oh mighty Mistress Fyrshala, how auspicious a find you have given me! Again my words have fallen on thy ears and you have heeded my prayers! Rest assured I will keep my end of the bargain, and will sing your name extra upon my return home! Your temple will know a fat donation from this mission's pay! Glory be unto thee!” she shouted, her eyes going between the heavens above and the two pairs of tits down below here, dancing in place to show her excitement. It was really by divine influence she got this mission for nobody else could appreciate the rare bounty before her but her. At least not in the manner she was planning on enjoying them.

Giggling a bit, the two girls pointed at Siofra and whispered to each other. A bit miffed she was being left out of the conversation, especially since they were pointing at her, the paladin pat her wolf on the head and beckoned him to follow her, walking around to them with a swagger and giving them a big, toothy smile. Lanzo sat down and stood taller than his rider, snorting and barking friendly, both of them trying to get their attention.

“Oi, ladies, please contain your excitement. I know I'm quite the sight to behold, but there's more than enough of me to go around! Besides, I could use the break, I've been working all day long in this hot, vast desert and could certainly use the company while I refresh myself.” said Siofra, her tone teasing as she winked at them both. 

However, this fell on almost deaf ears as the two girls went to pet Lanzo instead, booping him on the nose and admiring him over his owner. “Aww, what a handsome boy you got here!” said the drake, acting as if Siofra didn't even exist. Her smile turned to a sneer as she showed her teeth, baring them like a beast and glaring. The only steed that was going to get rode that day was going to be her, thank you very much. She huffed a bit, cheeks puffing up as she squint and fumed, thinking of a way to get them to notice her. After all, no woman could resist Siofra that long, no matter what they thought. She cleared her throat and spoke up again, watching the two brush out Lanzo's fur happily, offering him some of the fruit in their basket.

“Oi, ladies, I hate to interrupt you, but I'm overheating and need you to guide me to a cool, shaded place and help me get this hefty plate armor off me. I won't last much longer! Please, shower me in your local hospitality and I will return the favor!” said Siofra, trying her best to look sweaty and dizzy, fanning herself with her hand and hunching over. “Don't worry about the wolf, he'll be fine and you can pet him later, but please, offer unto me your refreshment!”

It was either how melodramatic she was, how anachronistic she sounded, the fact they really didn't want to deal with a heat sick woman vomiting all over their oasis, or some combo of, but it worked and the two girls nodded to each other, the drake taking her hand and leading her towards a nearby tent. Lanzo followed behind, remnants of his snack sticking to his fur, happily waiting outside the entrance and yawning, settling into a nap. 

Inside was enough room for a few to lay in and eat or work, the drake setting Siofra down in the middle with a bit of force. In that shove alone, Siofra could tell she was in for a good time if her hands were that strong and warm now. In fact,s he already felt a good, warm throb between her legs as she looked up, panting a bit and letting her face flush red at the site of their tits leaning in to her. The catgirl went and fetched a bowl and filled it with water from the oasis, coming back to lift it to Siofra's lips, making the paladin put on a show once more of lapping it up and savoring every bit, making sure every pant exhaled the hottest, driest breath she could muster.

“Yer a bit over-armored for the desert, aint'cha, pretty lady? No wonder yer breath is like the sands themselves, mrow~” said the catgirl, her tail finding its way around to the clasps that closed Siofra's armor and trying to undo them. She was surprisingly dextrous, making sure not a drop of the water was  wasted, setting the bowl aside and using her hands to unbuckle her top plate. Her drake friend came over and set it aside, putting it in a neat pile.

“Ahh, I work for Mistress Fyrshala, so I thought for sure I'd be okay from such scorching heat! Maybe I should prepare better next time, so as not to shame me or her, though I have to say it was worth it if I could find two ladies as hot as you are. That's worth bearing such heat for~” said Siofra, almost singing as she panted a bit more, her lightly freckled tits and arms fully exposed and smelling of the salty sweat that clung to her slightly flushed pale flesh. Her tits unfortunately gave her intentions away, turning hard and pointed and refusing to go back down, snorting a bit as she noticed them herself. “Ah, hell, you two would get excited over anything, wouldn't you? Suppose there's no use in hiding it now.”

“Heh, I told you she'd try something like this, Kyai. You don't just get wandering soldiers eying the locals because they're dying; you get them because they're desperate.” said the drake, a few embers snorting out of her nostrils. “Well then, I think we should show our guest here some extra thorough hospitality, right? She seems willing enough.”

“Yeah, you're usually pretty good at sniffing the lustful out, mrow~ I was gonna hop on her anyways whether she cooperated or not, I mean she did sneak into our oasis without asking. You read my mind, as always, Dazi! But I suppose that's why we work so well together, seducing these hapless lost souls. This one just made it easy on us for a change, mrow~” said the catgirl, her tail turned to prod at Siofra's tits, exciting the already aroused paladin even more. 

“You can't really conquer what's willing and able, now can ye, you two?” Siofra said, her eyes growing a bit unfocused as she tried to eye their faces and tits more. A wide, ridiculous smile was on her face, quickly working at her boots and gloves so she could remove the rest of her outfit, snorting every few breaths and watching her own tits shake as she worked, making sure not to leave an inch of her unshown or hidden. There was no shame here today. “Though you're still free to try whatever it was you had planned, just know I go in it willingly. Come now, refresh your captive, if you dare.” Soon she stood before them in nothing but a paltry bit of red tinted silk that covered her cunt, and even the only barely. Her hands pressed against her hips as she slowly thrust them forth, taunting her captors into making a move.

For someone usually clad in so much steel, Siofra had never been good at playing a defensive role. Her provocative language and tone just made the two women before her grin as wide as she did, Kyai taking her by her right arm with Dazi wrapped herself around the left, using their weight to pull her to the ground. Their claws curiously snuck over, each one grabbing one of her ample tits and rolling it around, thumbing the nipple and tickling it in circles with their nail tips. Their warm, bestial breath hit Siofra's neck and sent slow, subtle waves down her spine, every inch of her tingling and tensing more so than it already was, her slit giving another good, hard throb from under her cloth.

Were she with any other human, it'd not be noticeable right away, but with two beast ladies on her sides, they picked up on the sweet, sweet scent of Siofra's juices already churning, wafting up to their noses and making them throb in their loincloths in turn. Their eyes grew a bit slimmer, almost as tight as their own slits, showing just how feral such smells made them. Siofra grinned and let out a happy groan in response, driving them to claw a bit harder at her, scratching and tickling her all over her chest as their tails poked up, wagging slow and steady.

“Seem's the pussy's caught the scent of one of her own kind on the wind while the dragon here's sniffed out the flames of lust within me. Can't say I'm not surprised you're enjoying it. Bitches always do go into heat once they smell a good mate, especially in a place as heated as the desert. Or my clutches. Come now, you two, show me your primal urges! I don't want you playing gentle and pussyfooting around now~” said Siofra, entirely serious, her two hands reaching around and sliding down far enough to grope the clothed asses of her two mates.

The two girls growled a bit as they felt themselves get felt up, their eyes turning to each other and ignoring their prey. They would not be had that easily, taking their claws and pressing them in her shoulders and her thighs, not quite enough to make her bleed but one false move would cut the poor paladin open. She was pinned down and shown the fangs of her captors, both of them hissing at her playfully, their tits swinging in their tops to taunt her. Siofra tried to reach for them, knowing if she struggled too much she'd be caught.

“That's quite enough out of you, you little human slut!” said Dazi, snorting a few small embers at Siofra's face, making her sweat a bit as the drake's tail thumped into the ground, shocking the paladin into silence. “Why don't you suck on something to shut you up and let the big girls go about their business? You came to us, don't be picky and demanding now, or else you're going to leave her more exhausted and red than when you entered! Now close that mouth of yers unless I direct you to otherwise and be a good little slut pet now, you got it?” Her voice practically shook the tent they were in, sending chills down the paladin's spine, making her throb again in anticipation. 

It'd been some time since she was treated so roughly, and oh by Fyrshala's tits did she miss it. Siofra nodded and turned red herself, her smile crooked and eager to see where things would lead next. “And knock it off with that look, already! Yer drying up my cunt faster than the air out there!” shouted Dazi, taking off the bit of clothing that covered her crotch and stuffing it into Siofra's mouth, sweaty side against her tongue. “Suck on that a while instead! And remember, no moving those lips of yours until I want them worked!”

Dazi took it upon herself to turn her attention to Kyai, nuzzling her face and horns against hers and teasing her friend by giving her a lick on the cheek and down the lips with her forked tongue, hissing a bit to tickle her. Kyai blushed a warm, soft glow and smiled, returning the kiss and nibbling on the drake's lips. The two continued, slow and soft, the drake petting her friend's hair slowly and scritching at her ears, making Kyai's cat tail shoot up and wag quickly. She invited Kyai's curious paw to thumb at her drake cunt, exposed, sitting it on Siofra's stomach and rubbing against them both, an approving shot of embers meeting Siofra's tits and making them shake a bit. The paladin tried to gasp, only to be met with her tongue rolling against her gag, tasting nothing but the remnants of orgasms past. The paladin's eyes at least reflected what she wanted to say, making Dazi smile down at her and use her free hand to remove the cloth surrounding Siofra's cunt, tossing it aside and wiggling her hips down until their cunts met and kissed, the drake's tail prodding under the brave warrior and stroking at her ass, her lips not once breaking their lock on Kyai's and getting her all too well worked up.

Siofra could smell the cunt on that catgirl glistening and warming, sending her own into multiple hard throbs inside and out, slicking up with thick, clear juices and instinctively rubbing back against the drake. Her eyes showed a bit of frustration, wishing she wasn't so pinned down and locked up, her body thrashing and rolling all over as she fought back the only way she knew how; by getting the other woman as wet as possible and making them beg for her. After all, in stories, the knights slayed dragons, what made this any different?

Turns out quite a bit. While Siofra had an incredible amount of experience, especially for her age, the drakes and beastmen tend to live much longer, resulting in Dazi knowing ahead of time what Siofra was attempting, her claws digging in just enough to not cut the knight's shoulders and tits, thumbing her nipples for every bit of rebellion, her lips licking and nibbling at the neck of her feline friend. She pushed her own clit lovingly against Siofra's and prodded at her belly button, tickling it with her tail and making the poor girl squirm hard, her laughs stifled by the cloth in her mouth. Seems the knight should have known that some dragons were just too good to kill, instead fighting herself for wanting to give in, drooling a bit down the corners of her mouth where the panties allowed, her tongue coated in aged girlcum and piss.

While the paladin experienced new levels of orgasm denying torture, Kyai came up and took the panties out of Siofra's mouth, using her fingers instead to keep her quiet, pressing down on her tongue and keeping it there just hard enough that anything she said came out gagged and weird. The catgirl began to move her body over right next to Siofra's, giving the knight's tits a pet alongside Dazi's hand, still kissing her, her tail helping the drake's tickle and punish the warrior for her indiscretions. All the while, Dazi was grinding her slit happily into Siofra's, tapping her stomach and belly more, tickling it and making her flush red, stirring the urges deep inside her cunt and bladder. The knight wanted to burst, in more ways than one, knowing full well now why they were so happy about giving her so much to drink just moments before.

Kyai took her fingers out and placed her own wet, hot, throbbing, fur covered cunt over Siofra's mouth, commanding her to drink further and deeper. Siofra had no choice, digging her tongue in and out, slurping slow and hard, then faster and faster, rolling the tip of it against the catgirl's sweet perky clit as her body clenched up all over. She wanted to warn the two beastgirls what was about to happen, but found she could only moan and growl into the folds she was feasting on, her hands too busy and distracted by Kyai's hips and ass to form coherent words in her. Her whole body was screaming for release, her clit poked out and rubbing hard and deep against the drake's, kissing and nibbling and slurping at the juicy, musky feast that sat on her, watching what bit she could of Kyai and Dazi kissing each other deeply and groping at the others' fat, tanned tits.

Siofra couldn't take it anymore. She had to cum and go.

All at once, in a torrent of gold and silver almost, Siofra began to thrash her hips against Dazi's, her body throbbing as her cunt spurt and came. Sheer, orgasmic bliss at the rule of her captors, along a gushing, golden spray of piss from her teased bladder, making her sticky and wet all down her own legs and the Drake's cunt and thighs. The two tormentors above sat and laughed at her plight as the piss pushed against Dazi's clit, making her thrust back and cum in return, further causing a puddle to form on the ground before them as her wings shot out stiff, a few embers leaving her nose and scorching their ceiling with a black mark. Kyai followed suit and began to mrowl and purr as her cunt spurt across Siofra's lips and mouth, making her drink it up to replenish what she just lost.

Dazi and Kyai rolled off after looking their prey in the eyes and picked up another jug of water, splashing it on themselves and guzzling it, letting it trickle down their faces. The two of them laughed, showing just a bit of rare mercy and dripping a bit onto Siofra, letting her gurgle and guzzle as she slowly came to, sitting up and snorting.

“Heh, suppose that's what I get for not asking what kind of meal comes with the refreshments.” said Siofra, laughing a bit, a smile creeping across her face. “Though I have to say I feel a lot better than I did coming in here.”

“Haha, listen to this little liar, Kyai! You saw that stamp on her ass when we stripped her and heard her ridiculous prayers. She's one of Fyrshala's brats, there's no way she was that overheated! Fucking fire goddess wouldn't allow that! Still, not bad for a brat, right, my pussy?” laughed Dazi, putting her arm and a wing around Kyai and grinning, fangs bared.

“You're right as always, Dazi! She got what she was looking for, maybe a bit much, but she stuck with it! Too many would have fought and fled or just resigned themselves to their fate! At least this fiery brat puts on a good show!” purred Kyai, stretching and watching as Siofra stood up and tried to gather her clothes, the paladin's face bright red.

“Er, seems you've caught me! Sorry for making shit up about how thirsty I was, but ahh, you two are so hot you would've made Fyrshala herself sweaty! It was worth putting on a show to get you to rub me down and rub me off, can't say I regret it. Siofra can't say no in the end, after all.” said Siofra with a smirk, feeling her cape tossed at her by Dazi's strong hand. “Oi, I'm a-getting out, don't worry you two!”

“You're coming back this way once your mission is done, right? Our tent will be open if you want to brave us again, oh foolish human!” Dazi laughed, kissing Kyai and watching the knight get dressed and head out. Siofra just nodded and grinned, bowing in thanks as she finished cleaning up and headed out to where Lanzo had long since passed out.

In fact she was sure he was still snoring, prodding his side and patting his nose to wake him. As he slowly came to his feet, the paladin looked around, watching the sun set and grinning, packing her bags and getting on top of her mount, pointing to their destination not far off.

“Thanks for waiting for me, boy. I'm sure we'll find you something just as good as I did when we get to our job!” said Siofra as she pat his head and got back on the trail, waving behind to Kyai and Dazi. Before she could escape past the horizon, she shouted one last thing at her two lovers. “Next time, if you want to see a real worthy burst, bring me at least twice as much to drink! I ain't leaving this desert until I show you just what Lady Siofra can do!”

The drake and catgirl laughed, waving back, rags in hand to clean up the mess. They'd be getting started on filling those extra jugs right away.