A Sapphic Inn-cident
by Rafaela Valdez
These things started out the same way they ended. Usually with a lot of alcohol and a side serving of egoism that slowly devolved into an immense sense of regret, with neither party willing to let their pride go long enough to admit such shame. A glance is cast from across the room, the two parties begin to talk, and the conversation rapidly goes from verbal to physical. It's a tale as old as time itself, and one almost everyone is familiar with, whether they want to admit it or not.

However, a certain paladin had discarded her shame long ago, finding it no more than a needless nuisance, keeping her up too many nights pondering whatever depraved act she just committed and cried out the name of her goddess in ecstasy during. It's really hard to enjoy yourself when your nagging conscience tries to guilt you into making penance for every single one of your sins. The warrior long since figured that if she were to pay her debt for every one, she'd never leave her temple, ass paddled raw constantly and unable to sit ever again. Besides, it's not like they had to know everything. She could fake her reports, easy as faking orgasms, she knew they never checked every individual claim. So with that guilt gone, she was free to work as she pleased.

Which is why, when an elven thief with long, silver locks and large, tan tits that were barely held back by a skimpy silken top gave her a look over, the paladin returned it with a wide grin, taking a seat at her table. Her hands reached in a pouch on her belt, taking out gold enough for drinks and dinner for the two of them, placing it in the middle of the table and crossing one leg over another under the top boards. 

“Figured I'd lay out all I had before you could steal it and use it to buy more drink. Besides, drinking's more fun with company, isn't it?” said the paladin before the elf could even react.

The elf looked back, laughing sharply. How amusing. But how arrogant was this warrior woman to just spout off some cheap, shitty line like that? She responded, scoffing, tossing her hair back from over her tits and tapping her fingers on the table. Her eyes took note of the sacred symbol on the paladin's necklace, making sure to use it against her new friend. “Oh, surely, holy one, you've more gold on you than this paltry sum? How else do you intend to recompense me if I drink too much?”

“Oh, don't you worry, milady.” the paladin began. “I've my ways.” The paladin then snapped her gloved fingers and called the bar wench over, ordering the most expensive brandy they had for both her and the elf, grinning as she tipped her server a coin by flicking it deftly into her cleavage. Someone had obviously been practicing that one, the serving  girl letting out a dreamy sigh as she received it.

As she focused on her coin shot, the elf took her hand under the table and tried to make her way to the coin pouch on the other woman's belt, instead grabbing a handful of loincloth and scowling a bit. The warrior looked at her, partially in shock, mostly in amusement, grinning as she continued drinking. 

“Now, isn't it a bit early for that, milady? I said I'd repay you, and you obviously knew what I meant, but I'm not about to bed a lady whose name is unknown to me. That would be rude, how else am I going to know what to moan out as you toy with me? Haven't you ever gotten laid?” the paladin finished off her share of the booze, her face tinted as red as her skimpy armor. She flipped her long, chestnut brown hair behind her as her silver eyes pierced the gaze of the elf who sat increasingly flustered across from her.

“Ahh, don't you talk to me like that! Ain't you a holy knight? Shouldn't you be pure and ashamed of even seeing my tits on accident, not sounding like some fucking vile succubus? I ought to rob you and pry your stupid tit armor off for the whole world to see! Then pawn it off and have it melted down and turned into something useful, like anything else ever. Who told you that you look good in that garbage?” the elf screamed, standing up from her seat and pressing her face towards the warrior, not caring who's attention she was drawing. She lifted her glass up and chugged her brandy in one go, coughing a bit as she snarled, golden eyes still on the coin pouch.

Not one to let a window of opportunity close on her face like this, the paladin leaned in and stole a firm but sweet kiss from the elf's lips, making her glow warmly and fidget. A quick tongue lapped up a drop of brandy she forgot to guzzle down in her frustration, tailed by a light, teasing mmm sound escaping the paladin's throat. Her gloved hand went to stroke the thief's face and run gently under her right ear, outlining it as she leaned back, a sly look spreading across her face. The thief gasped and snarled, taking a dagger out and pointing it at the other woman.

“Don't you dare touch me!” she yelled, hand steady, her body betraying her words, showing nipples perked up and excited under her top, lips quivering in want of more.

“I see your point. Well, not just your dagger's point. You're not very good at this, are you?” the warrior laughed. “Relax and put that down before you hurt yourself.” she said as she took the elf's armed hand and turned it down, kissing it and bowing a bit. “Lady Siofra Whelan, the Swordarm of Fyrshala, at your service, milady.”

“Tch. Fine. I'm Nadia. Now you going to be a good knight and finish the job you started or am I gonna have to rat you out to your church?” the elf dropped her dagger and shook her wrist free from the grip it was in, sheathing her weapon and crossing her arms under her ample tits so nobody else would get a peek of her obvious arousal. “Because I sure as shit don't think they teach you anything like that in any of your temples.”

“Ahh, Nadia, your name rolls off my tongue almost as easily as I'm sure something else will be soon.” chuckled Siofra, not ever one to know when she should leave well enough alone and shut her trap. Her hand called for the wench again, asking her to bring a bottle of red wine over, paying her with affection this round. Siofra's hands groped the wench's chest from behind, snorting warm as she pecked sweet kisses down her neck. “I'll come back for you later, milady, to pay you in full for the bed I'm about to stain. Until then, keep my glass clean as I work, alright?”

The serving girl turned bright red and nodded, returning to her work, her heart racing at what else could possibly be done to her, taken by such a roguish paladin. Siofra took Nadia's hand and held the wine up in the other, grinning as she eyed the nearby staircase. “There's room upstairs for us, nobody will come knocking. They can try to eavesdrop all they like, but you're mine as I am yours until dawn. After all, doesn't a knight live to serve?”

The elf got up and chuckled back dryly. “Ah, damn, you sound stupid, using all these cheesy lines on me. Why not shut your lips and show me what else they're good for? Or are you gonna chicken out and leave me with no choice but to steal what coin you do have anyways and leave me unsatisfied and embarrassed? What good's your chivalry then?”

This just got a scoff form Siofra, making her heft Nadia up over her shoulder, ascending the staircase as her hand went to grope the elf's ass and slit, doing a quick inspection of it. The knight grinned a bit as she made her way to the room, opening it with her boot and laying her lover on the bed before them, opening the wine and setting it down. “You're wet already. By my goddess' tits, you really do need to get laid, huh? So why put up that tough act? You could have avoided a lot by just admitting it. Even whores hide it better.”

“I said you talk too much, you holy cunt.” Nadia pouted, pulling on the knight's hair and forcing her into a kiss of her own, biting on her lower lip and snorting, her free hand working on unlatching the breastplate from Siofra's torso. Her fingers were just as quick as one would expect of an elf and a thief, getting it off quick and placing her thumb under the knight's left nipple, toying with it a bit and feeling it harden under her touch.“If we're going to fuck, then fuck me good and raw. Blab all you want and stroke your ego after you're done stroking me.” 

Siofra returned the favor, helping the elf wiggle out of her top and climbing up on her, removing her gloves and placing her warm hands on the thief's shoulders. Her lips pressed back, tongue slipping in Nadia's mouth and tangling with hers. Shivers ran up and down her spine as the two played with each other and got familiar with the others' body, their eyes straying from the others' face as they eyed the body clashing with theirs.

And my, what mighty curves did those two possess. Nadia's tits were quite massive and soft to the touch, making one wonder why she chose to be a thief when those things would surely get in her way more often than not. Her nipples perked out, a darker tan than the rest of her, hard since the knight took that first kiss from her, a faint heat coming off of all of her as her lover dusted her chest and kissed the side of her lips. Siofra was shamed in size but what she lacked in it she made up for in firmness and shapely hips that straddled the stomach of the elf, her mouth nibbling at the thief and working her way down her neck, raising a hand up to gently brush at the outline of her long elven ears. She knew from being with elves before that if you tapped them there just right, they'd beg you harder to ride them until they were dry, tugging on them now and again to watch her squirm and groan under her power.

Nadia fought back, trying to yank at the holy knight's nipples and make them blush brighter, the warrior's pale skin glowing with sweat and tinged red from her arousal, a couple of freckles on her shoulders catching the elf's eye. She sat up and pushed the knight over, placing her teeth on those dotted arms and bit down hard, making her prey yelp loudly in surprise. A warm surge pulsed through her loins, making her grow quite noticeably wet, the dextrous thief hands on her removing the loincloth that barred her entry to her lover's reddening slit. Hairs just as fine and chestnut hued covered her cunt, palmed neatly in the hands of the elf, who was licking her lips and eying the knight's heaving tits. 

But two could play at that game. Siofra grinned and exhaled confidently, sitting up and pulling her lover up with her, running a softly glowing hand through her hair and back on those ears, her other one slowly yanking the lower robe bits off the elf and tossing it aside, making her fingers there glow as she palmed her slit in return, welcoming Nadia's hand upon her own. Siofra sighed a bit and closed her eyes, concentrating slowly on sucking and nibbling the tits heaving before her, tongue rolling along the nipples and caressing under them, one finger slowly tapping at the elf's clit and stroking the soft, silvery hairs below. 

Nadia sighed loudly, not content to lose this duel going on, taking one of her hands and groping Siofra's round, tight ass with it, pressing her fingers in deeply and getting a good handful as she yanked on the knight's clit in return, daring to stick a finger slowly inside Siofra's waiting, wetting cunt and digging around as she would in someone's pocket for treasure. The warrior moaned deeply into the elf's tits as she bit down harder, sucking and placing her own fingers inside, glowing even more gold and warming her form the inside out, using her holy aura to turn her on in ways she had probably only ever read about. Siofra just opened her eyes long enough to look up and give a sly grin as she began to lower the thief down onto the bed, stroking her finger in and out as she helped her release her grip, flicking her clit and reaching for the wine she had set down moments ago.

All this grinding and sucking had left the knight with a dry mouth, taking a swing from the bottle before drizzling a bit onto Nadia's body, slowly swirling it around and painting her with it. She took her warm, glowing fingers out of her and fed the elf her own slick cunt juices laced with wine, slowly pressing them in between her lips and giggling softly.

“Fucking...You're good, knight.” Nadia scowled, savoring her own taste upon her tongue, looking at her lover and picking up some of the wine off her own body to paint the warrior's pale tits with. “Haven't had anyone teasing me like this in a good long time. They all go straight for my slit and end it as soon as it began. But can you keep up?”

“Of course I can, you've no idea what kind of endurance training we paladins go through. Just lay back now like a good slut and let me drink up.” Siofra chuckled, allowing her tongue to hang out all the way, the tip of it just past her chin, kissing the elf's neck and ears and letting her own cunt throb at the ideas swirling about in her mind. Nadia turned as red as she could, her eyes widening a bit at how long the knight's tongue was, wondering if she was perhaps part Lamia, her legs instinctively spreading at the very sight of it.

“You're a fucking devil. Gods forsaken succubus is what you are! Mocking your church with a tongue like that---” Nadia huffed, her words cut short as she felt that tongue pressing down along her shaking tits, nipples, and stomach, a groan replacing the rest of her taunt. Her body clenched up and her hands clawed at the air eagerly, clinging a bit as the knight slurped off every single ounce of wine from her flesh, paying special attention to her fingertips and thighs, making them all quake before her. Each finger was taken in and left to linger on her lips, tongue tip pressing into them lightly until they curled and hooked into her mouth, making her feet and toes scrunch up as well and digging into the bedsheets below.

“Oh? You want to taunt me now, huh?” Siofra spoke up after a minute of only sharing groans and mms, letting her tongue hang out again. “I'll show you some holy disciplining then, oh filthy, whorish rogue.” A drop of wine fell off the knight's tongue as she placed the length of it along Nadia's warm, eager, open slit, lapping up as slow and gentle as she could, the mass of it covering her whole hole. The elf sat up and held Siofra's hair, gripping hard and pushing her face into her own cunt, encouraging her to continue by all means necessary, growing impatient and snarling. Unfortunately for her, the holy warrior only saw that as a challenge, taking her time and savoring how sweet and musky the thief tasted upon her tongue, humming lightly on her clit and sucking at it. Nadia's cunt grew ever tighter and her clit peeked out from its sweet, tan hood, taking in the whole length of the knight's tongue as she pushed in and darted out quickly. Once. Twice. Three times. Each one with more force and speed than the last. It was then Nadia's nails dug into the knight's hair and head hard, snarling a bit.

“Don't s-stop....I'm gonna....Urrrgh.” The elf groaned out, her head and neck arching back as her hips and slit bucked forward, feeling close to cumming and losing control of herself. Of course, Siofra took this as a signal to let go and back up a bit, reaching down for her belt and pouch and digging in it, keeping a finger pressed against Nadia's lips as she did to keep her from saying anything other than grunts. After a moment, she produced a shining, red dildo, polished and curved perfectly, big enough to stuff the elf with and leave a bit out to tease her with. It was enchanted, warm to the touch, swirling with faint fiery magics and arousing to the touch.

“Aren't you lucky? I like you enough to use this on you to finish my work. You best be grateful, slut.” Sirofra's tone was domineering, Nadia not having enough time to respond before she found the length of the toy swiftly pushed into her, the magic inside making her feel hotter than she had in ages. It was an unreal force pulsing in her, making drool escape her lips as she panted, feeling on edge just from that alone. 

“Y-yes! Grateful slut, w-whatever, just finish me before I do it myself!” Nadia snarled back, resisting the urge to just fuck herself into a stupor with it. Siofra grinned and obliged her request, climbing on top so her own cunt met the small bit poking out, clits touching, one hand upon the elf's chest and the other giving the side of her ass a sharp slap, making her buck up and fuck both of them with the toy, calling out as she tried to contain herself.

“Ride, my slutty steed. Ride!” called the knight, tapping her again and grinding down, her own face as red as her toy, grinding in and out with the full force of her wide hips, looking as happy and unfocused as a drunk as the magic took hold of her too, making her groan loudly and give her lover a sloppy kiss. And in just a few good, strong, deep thrusts, the elf found herself in the warm, blissful embrace of orgasm, bucking and throbbing below as she moaned her loudest into Siofra's lips, eyes wide open as her cunt squirted out a sizable amount of slick juices, dripping down the toy. She couldn't even form the word 'cum' she was so sapped, body heaving forth.

“Good. That's good. But I'm not done with you yet, whore!” grinned Siofra, taking the toy out and sitting on the edge of the bed, toy nestled under her slit and rocking on it, letting it poke out like some fool's prick would, proud and wet and mighty. “Clean up this mess you made on it and I'll let you clean up and sleep beside me.” To get her point across more, Siofra tugged on the elf's ears, making her bolt right up and get on her knees to admire the toy once more. “Come on now, don't be afraid, I bet a slut like you has sucked on worse.”

“You just....shut up...fine whatever, don't know nothing about what's been in there, just jealous...” the thief grumbled as she took the end of the dildo in to her mouth, blushing as she bucked and sucked on it. Her tongue ran across the end of it slowly, sending magic pulses up Siofra's cunt and making it throb, her freckled face blushing as she looked down, trying to look as strong as before, shaking a bit and making sure her groans were exaggerated. As the elf took more and more of it in, the surges got stronger, hotter, making the knight rub and fuck herself on the other end, her clit showing strong beneath her hairs and leaking profusely over her own toy, trying to steady her strong buckings as she felt her body tense up. 

“H-hurry, slut! Hurry!” the holy knight commanded, latching on to the  thief's ears and pushing in and out a few times, tapping the back of her throat with her toy as her clit met with her lips to be sucked upon. Almost at once, the knight laughed again and groaned out, feeling herself orgasm and push forth, leaking down her toy and pushing it out, slick and juicy, for her lover to finish lapping up. Her body pushed into the elf's lips and wet her face, emptying her body of all its desire, flumping back on to the bed, sweaty and musky all over, catching her breath. Nadia polished off the rest of it and put it down, curling up beside the knight, feeling a warm, glowing hand stroke her hair gently, a smile looking back at her. 

“You're not bad, knight.” Nadia sighed, happy, relaxed.

“And neither are you, my cute little steed.” Siofra teased, the dominant personality that had taken over during playtime receding entirely. 

“It's late, you took a lot out of me, what with that stupid magic cock of yours. I'll wash in the morning, just let me sleep here.” the elf mumbled, resting her head against Siofra's tits and closing her eyes, embracing her lover wholly.

“Rest all you want, thief. Not the first time I've had a pair of sweaty tits against me all night, especially not a pair as big and warming as yours.” the knight said, stroking the elf's hair and smiling. “I just have one request.”

“What is it?”

“We invite the bar wench up for a threesome before breakfast.”

Nadia turned bright red again, just nodding in response, passing out snug against the holy one's tits after mumbling good night. Siofra could swear she could smell the tell-tale sounds of arousal again coming off her body just from the mere thought of getting rode again, let alone with a third to join in.

Lady Siofra couldn't wait for sunrise.