"You’re gonna need to get his number," Ainsley shrugged. "My hips can't move that fast. I'd definitely break something. "
She squeezed his hand, grinning up. "Yeah, well . . . your cock is a lot bigger, so it's a trade-off."
Heads had turned in their direction as they moved through the room, a flutter of self-consciousness shivering through her. They were the only two of their species in attendance that she could see, and it was no surprise to her that a tall, handsome orc would stand out like a sore thumb.
"Ready, Nanaya?"
She tugged the front of his shirt until he bent, smiling as she stretched up on her toes to reach his mouth. He tasted like the cinnamon gum he chewed and his clove cigarettes, and she pressed her nose against his jaw for a moment to breathe him in.
"Don't let go of my hand," she whispered.
"Don't let the pig-heads get me," he smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. "Game plan?"
"Game plan."
♥ ♥ ♥
So far, they had watched. Watched and circled and watched some more. The hostess had sidled up to them at one point, running a long, French manicured nail down the center of Ainsley's chest without asking permission to touch him, prompting Ris to insert herself between him and the she-wolf.
"We're actually only watching right now." She had given the woman a sunny smile, but the words had been uttered in her best herd resources voice, and she did not step away until the blonde had moved on. "So much for taking their consent policy very seriously," she muttered. "I guess that's just for other people."
He was still the only orc in attendance that they had seen, and she was the only elf, not in itself a surprise. Still, the scarcity made them a novelty. They’d been approached half a dozen times already by single men and couples both, and even though Ainsley didn't possess the enormous bulk of some of his fellows from the resort town, he was still very muscular, and very, very tall. She would decline demurely for them both, and he would give a tightlipped smile, and that was enough of a deterrent for anyone to push their luck.
"My hand is getting sweaty," she whispered, earning a stifled snort of laughter from him and that big smile that she loved, glancing swiftly down.
"Yeah, I know. I'm the one sliding around on it. I'm not sure which one of us is making it worse at this point. Are you aware this werewolf has your scent?" She looked up sharply, seeing the wolf in question. It was the man from the front door, the blonde’s husband, their host. "I guess it's not surprising that neither of them understand boundaries, right? He’s been trailing us for the last ten minutes. Either that or he’s looking to pee on me. Okay, how about the next person who propositions us, we try a soft yes?"
They had watched and circled and had seen everything there was to see in this main room, and she agreed it was time to either do more than watch, or cut their losses for the night and leave.
She nodded in acquiescence. "Table stuff only."
"Table stuff only," he agreed, grinning.
It didn't take long.
"Can I touch you?" The young man appeared to be some sort of Sylvan sprite, with wide, glossy dark eyes that reminded her of a forest creature, and a graceful bearing. She glanced at Ainsley, who gave her a small shrug and a squeeze of the hand with a smile.This is it.Pulling down the straps of her camisole, folding the top hem down to her waist, she gave the young man a nod in the affirmative.
Her eyes fluttered closed at the first touch of his hand, warm and gentle, tracing over the small, firm mounds of her breasts, cupping her in his palms. She let out a soft sigh as his fingertip circled her areola with a whisper-soft touch until her nipple hardened. She didn't need to tug Ainsley’s shirtfront for more than a second until he bent, catching her lower lip in his teeth. When the young man asked if he could use his mouth, she nodded again, biting Ainsley’s lip when the young man’s blunt teeth scraped over her pebbled nipple, reaching down to rub the bulge at the front of the orc’s snug jeans.
"Can I touch you?" The young man asked again, his mouth freed from her breast, his breath warm against her throat. At first, Ris wasn't sure what he meant, for he hadbeentouching her, the cooler air of the room tightening her nipple further without the heat of his mouth around it. She didn’t understand until she felt the drag of his fingers over her cleft, over the material of her thin skirt.
Her hand managed to undo the first several of Ainsley's long button fly, but she wanted him free, wanted him out, wanted him in her hand. She nodded yes to the young man again. The first stroke of his fingertip against the outside of her cleft made her shiver, and he stroked her there for a few long seconds — back and forth, back and forth, before cupping her entire pussy in his palm, feeling the heat of her core, squeezing gently. She had worked Ainsley's cock free by then, her thumb slowly circling over the edge of his foreskin, where a small circle of his shiny cock tip peaked, as the Sylvan man's finger pushed through her lips, sliding through the slick folds of her sex, coming to alight on her clit. Ris gasped when he began to roll the little bud of nerves, the long middle finger of his hand pushing into her until the meat of his palm was flush against her body.
"Can I play with you?" The voice was feminine, and she opened her eyes to find a kitsune in a short skirt similar to her own, three dark red tails pushing out from beneath the hem. The girl's top had been discarded, and her heavy breasts swung with her movements. Ris realized the question had been directed at Ainsley, releasing her hold on his thickened shaft. She had put the cock ring on him herself before they'd left his apartment; a snug, black leather strap she'd fastened at the base. She didn't even have a plan or reason why, she'd simply found it in the drawer of his bedside table, questioning if it was in fact what she thought it was before dropping to her knees gleefully. She nodded at him, and he in turn gave the Fox girl an affirmative. The Sylvan continued to finger her, and now she had the added pleasure of watching the way Ainsley's cock had begun to swell beyond the black strap, and the way the fox tailed woman skillfully manipulated his foreskin, sliding it up and down the length of his shaft until she released his cock head with apop!
"Can I lick this pretty pussy, pretty girl?"
Her breath hitched and Ainsley's smile stretched, nodding at her. It occurred to her that they had gone way pasttable stuffat that point.So much for sticking to the game plan,she thought. The Sylvan man had long, tapered ears, and she ran her fingertips up them as he dropped to his knees, wasting no time before he pushed his chin in between her thighs. She heard a small grunt from her side, the fox girl begining to stroke him in earnest, just as the Sylvan man's tongue pushed through the lips of her sex in a long slow lick, from slit to clit. She enjoyed the way he nibbled and sucked on her, almost as much as she enjoyed the short grunts and groans from the orc beside her. They were facing outward, side-by-side, his long pinky hooking around her fingers as they were pleasured separately, together.
It was then Ris realized: they had a bit of a line forming. There were several men of varying species lined up behind the Sylvan, presumably waiting for their turn to lick her, and two women behind the kitsune waiting for their turn to grip and stroke Ainsley's cock. The long-eared man raised his head, nose and tongue glistening with her slick, grinning sharply.
"I suppose I should let someone else take a turn."
"Don't go far," Ris ordered him. She liked the young man's gracefulness, the way he'd asked permission each time he wanted to progress, and she wouldn't mind him taking another turn.
The next man who knelt before her was some sort of shifter, his tongue wider and wetter than the Sylvan's had been, licking her messily. A human stroked Ainsley, her hands barely able to span his girth. Her clutching fists moved one after another in a continuous stream, twisting as she went, and Ris knew from experience that he liked that particular move, although the girl's grip seemed weak.Like jerking off with a fish.She bit back a snort of laughter, and the shifter between her legs raised his head in offense.
The next woman in line had bluish-green skin and ears that resembled fins, and it wasn't long before Ris heard her asking if she could use her mouth. When the girl received her consent, she dropped to her knees, quickly joined by another woman who could have been her twin, were it not for the deeper blue of her skin, and a third a man had taken their place between her thighs, the overeager lashings of his tongue not quite finding their mark. She wondered if it would be rude to say that she had had enough.We don’t owe them anything, right?The repetitive movement against her without finding that spot that curled her toes was becoming slightly numbing, each mouth a little wetter and sloppier than the next. When she looked over, one of the fin-eared women was attempting to suck one of Ainsley's testicles into her mouth, like swallowing a particularly juicy plum from the vine, tugging on its twin, as the other continued to suck and stroke his cock, and decided she’d let things continue for a few minutes longer, for his sake..
