Story Codes (highlight to read):  (F/F)

The early afternoon sunshine hung in shimmering sheets above the bed, a welcome change from the cold fall weather, as Imoen tiredly stripped back the covers. She huffed and ran a delicate hand through her red hair as she arched her back and groaned as she felt the tight muscles in her shoulders ache.

“How many of these sheets do I have to change?” she complained to the empty bedroom as she began to fetch a fresh set from her cart, unaware of the figure creeping in through the open door and closing it behind them. Imoen leaned over the bed, her firm and athletic bottom pressing against the fabric of her breeches. She had just begun to tuck in the new set of sheets when she was pushed onto the bed and felt someone straddling her back. “What the-?” she blurted out as someone pushed her face into the mattress and began to pull up her shirt.

Imoen rolled over and pulled her assailant down onto the bed beside her, ready to call for help if it turned out some drunken noble though he could have his way with her. Her cry stilled in her throat when she saw the laughing face of one of her closest friends.

“Your reflexes are as good as ever,” Amalia giggled as Imoen slapped playfully at her shoulder. The young elven girl stretched out on the feather mattress and sighed. “Why don’t I get to sleep on something like this?”

“Because you’re not a paying customer,” Imoen said as she rolled over to lay beside the elf. “So why are you here?” Imoen asked as she brushed a long strand of reddish-gold hair from Amalia’s face and ran the tip of her finger across the elf’s pointed right ear.

Amalia shuddered in pleasure as Imoen continued to stroke her ear, the human girl’s finger sliding down the curve of Amalia’s jaw to trace over her lips. Amalia smiled impishly and lightly licked Imoen’s finger before sucking it into her mouth.

“Mmmm, but what if old Puffguts catches us?” Imoen whispered as she slid her finger out of Amalia’s mouth and kissed the elf girl.

“He’s asleep right now,” Amalia whispered back as she stood up from the bed and walked over to the door. She peeked outside for a moment and then shut it and locked it behind her. “He’ll be out for the afternoon,” she said as she leaned against the door. Her right hand slowly went to the laces of the long blue peasant dress she wore and began to toy with them as Imoen walked towards her slowly.

“Are we going to need all afternoon?” Imoen whispered in a husky voice as she moved up against Amalia and ran her hands up the elven girl’s legs. Their breasts pressed together as Imoen leaned forward and kissed Amalia deeply, sucking on the girl’s lower lip slowly before slowly pulling up the skirt of Amalia’s dress.

“That depends...ahhhh...on what you have in mind,” Amalia moaned as Imoen slid a hand up her dress and began to lightly run her fingers over the elf’s quim through the fabric of her underwear. She moaned louder as Imoen tugged on her underwear, sending the lacy bit of fabric to puddle around her ankles.

Imoen kissed Amalia again and then dropped slowly to her knees, looking up at the elf girl with mischievous eyes as she ducked under the girl’s skirt and kissed her thighs. Imoen slowly ran her tongue up the inside her Amalia’s thigh, leaving a glistening trail of saliva, and listened as the elf girl gasped in pleasure.

“On the bed,” Imoen ordered as she stood and tugged on Amalia’s shoulders. The elf girl smiled back and slinked over to the bed, her hips swinging sensuously from side to side as she glanced over her shoulder at Imoen. “Now,” Imoen said as she grinned and tapped her finger against her cheek. “What should I do with this naughty elf girl who interrupted my chores?”

“Whatever you want?” Amalia said in an ingenuous voice. She laughed in delight as Imoen pushed her over until she was bent over the bed, her elbows resting on the sheets and her bottom in the air. Amalia tossed her head, her hair flashing in the sun, and looked over her shoulder as Imoen advanced on her.

Amalia shuddered in pleasure as Imoen flipped her skirt over her waist and drove two fingers deep into her quim. The elf girl’s high-pitched gasps filled the room as Imoen leaned over next to her, one hand reaching under to caress Amalia’s breasts, the other busily driving in and out of the elf’s quim.

“Ooo, oh, Sune,” Amalia gasped as her head fell forward onto the bed, leaving only her bottom in the air. Her gasps were cut off suddenly as Imoen pushed her head into the bed and pulled her fingers out of Amalia’s quim. Imoen kissed the creamy skin of Amalia’s bottom, nipping the skin with her teeth, and buried her face in the elf girl’s quim. Imoen reached up to grasp Amalia’s bottom with both hands, kneading and caressing the girl’s flesh as she slid her tongue deeper into the elf. Amalia’s bottom rocked in time with Imoen’s licks, the elf girl’s muffled cries filling the room. Her legs spread further as she pushed herself back onto Imoen’s mouth, her quim rubbing against the human girl’s lips and tongue.

“Yes! Oh, gods, gods, gods!” Amalia’s sweet voice cried out frantically as she furiously pushed her hips back against Imoen’s mouth. She bit the sheets between her teeth as she felt Imoen’s dexterous fingers dancing across her clit before firmly stroking it. “Imoen!” Amalia yelled into the bed as she felt herself climax.

Imoen’s fingers tightened in Amalia’s bottom, leaving red marks as she laved her tongue over Amalia’s quim. She felt Amalia’s quim tightening around her tongue as she thrust it deep into the elf and then tasted the flood of sweet honey as Amalia came. Imoen hummed in pleasure as she lapped the nectar from Amalia’s quim, swallowing it down greedily as the elf girl trembled and whimpered in pleasure.

“You’re a mess,” Amalia said as Imoen collapsed on the bed next to her, the human girl’s face shining with Amalia’s honey.

“Then help me clean up,” Imoen said with a smile. Amalia smiled back and leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to lap her own honey from Imoen’s face.