The Lady’s Hand (A Dickings & Dalliances Adventure) - (Closed Except By Invitation)

[Nouh_Bdee]

Mellavia smiles at Sprite as she enters the room. “I don’t mind an audience at all.” Her hands reach down to spread Arx’s asscheeks. “Especially with a partner as beautiful as Verigge. She’s really something, isn’t she?”

Then she cocked her head against the pillow. “Oh we were inside the ruins. We made it into the anteroom when the guards arrived to escort us back to the city.”

 

[justspitballing]

“Being banned from such a thing could not have been easy. The Lady of Rionne is being rather foolishly strict I would say. She can’t really prevent everyone from seeing the ruins. On our side of the river we haven’t put in such restrictions. She don’t honestly think she has say over the people of Qelaz, does she?” Sprite said in response, trying to display a sense of control and business, but of course her eyes darted away slightly. Looking at these two women playfully seduce one another would quickly turn her into an aroused mess, best to find out what they needed before that happened. Maybe after the information was obtained, then she could have some fun.

Sprite knew little of the Lady of Rionne or the land she ruled. She honestly had a hard time sorting out which area owned which parts of the many ruins across the land. The harpy ways were so much more simple. You owned what you, yourself, built and you wore what you, yourself, skinned. They had a leader of course, but she earned that place through skill and combat prowess, not through marriage or by being simply born into it. Humans, elves, dwarves, they were all so silly.

But Sprite was still a being of law. She still respected her fellow warrior, even if their ways were silly. She didn’t want to challenge the guards of Rionne, but she had an agreement and she wanted to prove her worth all the same. If she needed to fight them off she would.

“As you can guess, we’re a bit curious about the ruins. If you could go over what little more you know, we would be thankful. I’m sure Verigge can ‘reward’ you for your knowledge. Maybe nice to be given what you want for a change instead of always serving others.”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

A bitter chuckle slipped past Mellavia's lips. "Well, I agree that she's being too strict, but I don't think we can do anything about it." Her face set in a grim expression. "And she may not rule Qelaz, but I wouldn't put it past her to have agents here. That's why I'm saving to get out, go somewhere else, maybe Gratigne."

Mellavia slipped one hand around Arx's legs and cupped her sex. Her gaze burned as she whispered to the woman on top of her. "Is that true, Verigge? If there's anything I can tell you, will you 'reward' me?"

 

[Poprockz]

It seemed she misunderstood, but she was glad for the the revelation that she had in-depth info for them. Arx was from the city by the sea, so she wasn’t as familiar with the politics of this region. It sounded like the leader of the city from across the River really didn’t want anyone getting into the ruins for some reason, which only made Arx more curious as to why the city official cared.

She widened her legs a bit and winked, “I might be able to give you something nice for your trouble… something you might like.” Her pussy was still slick, still wanting.

“Tell me a bit more about your expedition first though, lovely.”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

“Hmmm…” Mellavia hummed as she slipped a finger inside Arx’s glistening cunt with a broad smile. “Alright. There were four of us, working with the college in Rionne, documenting everything we could about all the ruins on their side of the river.” Mellavia’s excitement was clear in her voice. She had been an archeologist because she loved it. “It was all fascinating, of course, the carvings, the architecture, but it was the little things that were really exciting, you know? I found a clay pitcher with cocks engraved on either side so it looked like what you were pouring was cum. A jewelry box carved into a vulva with space for a special ring right on the clit. Did you know the Delathi swords had hilts with bronze testicles on them? These people loved pleasure, loved nejoying each other’s bodies, and they weren’t afraid to make it clear with everything they owned. Gods, can you imagine what their lives must’ve been like? Were there just orgies in the street? And joyful ones! Not the debauched shame-fucks a lot of us Rionts and Qelazi would have.”

Her fingers, which had been twisting in circles inside Arx’s pussy, stilled for a moment. “Oh dear, I’ve gotten off track, haven’t I?”

She started fingering “Verigge” again. “Anyway, I assume you’re talking about the Rear Temple of Oklut, right? That was the first site I was going to be a part of the dig for. It’s only just been discovered, you see. All the other ruins I’ve been to had already been explored; we were just picking up things people had missed. But Oklut’s Rear Temple? That was virgin territory, which I think the Delathi would’ve been pleased by. We spent weeks digging out the antechamber, and with a couple more loads of the wheeled barrel we would’ve been ready to open the door!”

She frowned, but her fingers kept up their work. “That’s what’s so frustrating about all this! The most important work of my career, and I’m marched away from it at spearpoint with no explanation!”

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

Gristak was late.

Well... late was a difficult term to properly use in this case, as no one was truly expecting him. The cleric, rather, had been delayed. He, unlike his companions, couldn't just waltz up to the Tulip and expect a warm welcome. He doubted, of course, that whoever was manning the reception desk would have even known who he was, or treated him as anything else but a customer. But others would, most importantly the Matron and the owner would, and both would be cross with any of Pheela's devoted showing up annanounced through the front door. Which is why he'd split away to go in through the side. It didn't take any more time than it otherwise would.

What was delaying matters was that the half-orc had to wait to be dealt with. He'd made his presence known, of course, to any of the various men and women that scurried about handling this task or that, quietly informing them that he needed to speak with either the Matron, the Owner or, failing any of those, one of the Tulip's Flowers. What had happened instead was that he'd found himself relegated to one of the backrooms, told politely to wait till one of the requested could find the time, and then promptly ignored. Not an unusual situation, or even an unexpected one, but it was frustrating all the same. Gristak would liked to have things Nilisa or Javi would have been able to find the time to go through the motions of welcoming him, both were usually far to eager to flaunt their "power" whenever possible, but it seemed they were indisposed. He growled at no one, not really angry but annoyed all the same, though given Arx's antics, even given only a half a day, he could almost guess that he wasn't missing much.

It was the sound of movement nearby that drew the cleric's attention back to the door, gaze waiting for whoever might enter the room, the half-orc forcing his body to relax and present a calm front.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

“What do you want, Pheelite?” The melodic rumble of Nilisa Whorekeeper’s voice announced her arrival at the door to the room Grastik had been stashed in. Her nearly seven-foot frame bent low, even though she didn’t strictly need to, to slide through the doorway.

“I’ve got a dozen Flowers blooming for their clients right now, and ten more waiting for their appointments.”

Her stone gray skin shone in the warm candlelight, her rippling muscles and heaving bosom casting shadows across her body. The warmth of the river valley was sweltering for her, so she wore only a narrow loincloth and one long strip of leather that tentatively covered her nipples.

“This had better be important!”

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

"Pheela's whispers comfort you. I am presenting myself as the agreement demands." A traditional greetings, at least among those who were both in the know and at least somewhat beholden to the Night Maiden, mixed with the simple declaration agreed upon by the devoted of Pheela and the Tulip's workers. It would be wasted on Nilisa, it always was, but Grastik would play his part regardless. "I'm one of those appointments, Nilisa. Part of a party at any rate, one I'm certain is already taking place. But I'd questions regarding the... individual, among others."

Despite his earlier musings, he couldn't help but hide a grimace. While Nilisa was quick to throw her weight around, she was an abrasive sort, disrespectful to the Goddess. It didn't help that his orcish heritage reacted to her far more readily than some others, the near naked display enough to set blood boiling. Some primal piece of him wanted to break her, set the strong women on her knees. She was a symbol of strength given form, a rarity among the "civilized" races and rarer still among the likes of the men and women of the night, and one the orcs of old would have enjoyed dragging through the mud. Some might even find her intimidating, almost frightening. Grastik had, the many years ago when he'd first met her. Since, butting heads with her upon his visits was almost commonplace, the cleric's unfailing politeness against the Matron's almost insulting manner. Neither had broken over the years, though he'd hazard it wasn't for lack of trying upon Nilisa's part.

"I'm willing to act in accordance with the agreement, provide my services for one who requires it, whether the healer's arts or... others. As I recall, it's been some months since Pheela has made her presence known here."

Though for no lack of prayers, no doubt. Among the whore's of the Tulip, there were only a handful of worshipers, with visits from the priesthood few and far between thanks to the establishment's usual hesitation to bring "criminals" onto it's premises.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Nilisa’s booming laugh nearly shakes a nipple loose. “Finally getting that dick wet, eh, half-orc?” The amusement lingers on her face throughout Grastik’s speech. “And am I supposed to guess what these questions are? Don’t waste my time, healer. If it’s some ritual greeting, find Marika or Lourelle next time, will ya?”

Marika and Lourelle were experienced Flowers here at Tulips, and among the few truly faithful to Pheela. Nilisa leaned back against the door frame and crossed her arms under her large tits, making the only soft parts of her body spill over her forearms. “Well? Spit it out, short-tusk”

 

[justspitballing]

-Back at the talk with Mellavia-

Given Mellavia’s statements about how she was removed from the ruins just as they were starting to be explored Sprite assumed the rest. The magic item the nobleman had hired them to get was far more powerful then he let on and The Lady of Rionne knew of it and was trying to get to it first, thus banning people from the area. He wanted it too and it was a mad dash between the two parties to get the thing. The item was likely far, far, FAR more valuable then the small amount of change they were being given to get it. They were being had.

Sprite came to this conclusion and assumption after they were done talking to Mellavia, right now though the furthest she could ponder was, 'just how wet were these two? What would they do to one another’s pussies next? I need to… I need some… release.'

Sprite slid off the skirt of her armor. Masturbating with it on was tempting but she still wasn’t accustomed to wearing it, so it could cause her to cut into her hand if she did. So instead she sat down on the floor and fully removed the bottom skirt. She took her fingers to her sex and mimicked as best she could Mellavia’s movements. The woman was skilled, even hastily copied the finger play was deeply arousing.

“How humiliating,” Sprite said trying to act like she was still involved in the conversation. But when she did the ‘hu’ came out of her like she was a high pitched squirrel. She was again being taken away by her ecstasy.

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

Her amusement might have grated on his nerves had Grastik not long since lost any need for the word "finally". Pheela was his Goddess, after all, and she was hardly one to preach a celibate lifestyle. Some of his fellows might be less restrained than him, but dealing with an orcish libido during the day to day was hardly the most fun of experiences, especially surrounded by any number of others who would happily take advantage of it given half a chance. A few had, when he was younger and dumber and more eager to prove his "manhood". But if she wanted him to discard pleasantries, so be it. She knew just as well as he did that "finding" anyone wasn't something he was allowed to do. Rather, whoever found him first, or more likely, was sent to deal with him. Marika and Lourelle were among the least likely to be chosen for the task, too likely to simply give in to whatever he said.

"Mellavia. She would be a new girl within the Tulip. How'd she come to the Tulip? This isn't the sort of place to just pick someone up off the street." That was more the Sword and Sheathe, or for someone truly down on their luck, one of the other two. For the Tulip they had to be someone of worth sponsoring them. Whoever that someone was could mean a lot of trouble, even more if they were being asked to cross them without knowing it. "What's got the Tulip so invested in putting some random woman up in their halls?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Nilisa scoffed. “What’re you on about, cleric?”

The mirth was draining out of her face, in favor of an arrogant impatience. “This is no halfway-house. It’s a brothel. She’s here because she makes us coin.”

A slight upturn of her lips. Happy recollections. “Lot of it, too. Half-succubus, that one, so we knew she’d pay off the day she walked in.”

The smile turned to a suspicious scowl. “What’re you asking about her for, anyway? If you booked her for the night, didn’t you already know of her?”

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

"No. Some noble wanted us to talk to her. Find something out." Grastik wouldn't volunteer more than that. He'd forgotten that, as much use as Nilisa had for the Tulip, brains were not one of them. Either she didn't know or didn't realize that a high-class establishment like the Tulip wouldn't just pick up someone off the street. Not without someone vouching for her, half-succubus or not. Succubus were barely worth the hassle as it was, their particular talents not quite so all encompassing as people realized. "He's the one that handled booking things. That he did is what's got me... curious. Especially if he's willing to use 'lowlifes' to get his work done."

The implied insult had him growling low, that a noble would throw him and his to the wolves in hopes of getting his hands on something useful from some old ruins. He'd see this through, but that didn't mean much if the only end they'd reach was as a pile of corpses. Still... if Nilisa didn't know...

"Never mind then. Should've known they wouldn't have told you anything." A subtle dig, but it wasn't anything that would truly get him in trouble unless she wanted to start something in his own house. Besides, he doubted he was wrong, she likely didn't care for the particulars. "May I be on my way, to this Mellavia, or have you some task you need done by the priesthood?"

 

[Poprockz]

Those graceful fingers of hers felt heavenly as they expertly rubbed and plunged into her sex. She could hardly believe that Mellavia used to be an archeologist, seeing that she seemed to have fingering and holding down a conversation a piece of cake. Arx herself was listening intently, even through her soft murmurings of pleasure.

So the thing they were supposed to get was in a never-before-explored temple, and it was something only whispered about in history books? Not only that, but their client was in direct competition for it, and it was important enough that political figures were going after it? 400 gold was a lot of money, but Arx got the feeling that it was petty change compared to the true value of the item.

This pissed Arx off immensely. If there was one thing a thief hated, it was being short-changed for a job. She had half a mind to go back to the brothel and teach him a lesson, but she figured that could wait until after she had cum with her purple mistress.

The changeling turned on her side slightly and a leaned over, seeking out the tiefling’s nipple with her long tongue.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Nilisa’s face scrunched up. “Do I need anything from you? You’re the one that fuckin’ *sent* for me, ya lunkhead!” The goliath stood and started for the door. “Have fun being a customer for once, halfwit.” With that last insult, the muscular woman walked out into the hallway to resume her regular duties.





Upstairs, Mellavia moaned and arched her back, pressing her tit into Arx’s face, trying to get more stimulation. Her cunt dripped, and ached for more contact: friction, pressure, anything and everything.

She turned, too, before quickly rolling over and pinning Arx underneath her. “Fuck.” She growled in her ear, her body swaying in the warming room. “You feel so wet. I want to taste you.” Mellavia swiveled her body, aligning her face with Arx’s crotch, and lowering her own purple pussy until it hovered over the changeling’s lips, well within reach of her tongue. Mellavia’s tongue dipped into Arx’s slit, lapping up her juices. “Mmmmm,” she hummed in satisfaction.

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite was grateful that the informative conversation between Arx and the Tiefling had stopped and they had fully embraced their needs. Trying to stay in the conversation but also give into the pleasure was like spinning plates. It was in no way an easy task. So much better just to be fully embraced by the pleasureful madness.

Sprite now became properly intoxicated by what she saw and was drawn to it like a moth to the flame. She still had no want to participate, but getting a better view of Mellavia being eaten out was much wanted. She got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the bed like a dog, placing her face close to the pussy of Mellavia. She knew that her hovering around Arx could be seen as annoying by some, but she also knew Arx was well wanting all of this.

Sprite secretly hoped that when Mellavia climaxed she would squirt on both Arx and Sprite. That would be the extent of her involvement, but it made her head spin in all new ways.

 

[Poprockz]

Once again Mellavia surprised her with the speed and efficiency with which she could bend Arx's body to her whims. As such, she was unprepared to resist such an action. Though, even if she had seen it coming, it was unlikely she would have resisted such a hot entanglement. The changeling soon found herself on her back with a purple pussy in her face, her own pussy being besieged by the tiefling's tongue the next moment.

She moaned, her legs spreading wide for her, propping her legs slightly up by keeping her legs bent with her feet on the mattress. After all, she wanted her to have all the access her salacious heart desired. It was clear what Arx needed to do- what she ached to do. Reaching up, she gripped both of the woman's ass-cheeks before pulling her toward her mouth. Her head lifted to meet it, finally tasting the sweet nectar of the whore's snatch. It was lovely, and she couldn't get enough of it. Her tongue slipped into that sweet valley and wasted no time in exploring its various hidden alcoves and recesses.

Arx was aware of Sprite crawling toward them, especially when she was practically oggling them both in very close proximity. She figured she could probably spit Mellavia's pussy juice right in the harpy's eye if she wanted to. It was a funny thought, but she had no desire to waste the juice given, and she found that she liked the close attention. It was as if she was putting on a show, and she did love performing.

The changeling drew back from her treat for a moment, letting a strand of liquid drip into her open mouth for the harpy to see before licking her lips suggestively. "My neck is tired, Sprite. Would you grab me a pillow to prop my head up?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Mellavia's tongue danced in and out of Arx's cunt, paying just as much attention to slurping up her juices as it did to flicking the changeling's clit back and forth. It was clear she wasn't just performing the duties of her job. She smiled, her lips mashing with Arx's, when she felt hands dig into the meat of her purple ass. She felt Arx's tongue and squeaked into her cunt. She wriggled her slit against Arx's face, her breath hitching.

Mellavia's tongue kept up her work at a high level, at least until Arx's efforts eventually had her mind foggy with lust. She propped herself up on one elbow so she could use the other hand to work Arx's dripping hole a little more consistently, fighting through the distraction, unsuccessfully. Her pleasure mounted, her climax looming. She had no idea how well good a job she was doing on Arx, but Arx was doing a fantastic job on her...

 

[justspitballing]

In any other circumstance Sprite would be annoyed to no end by being bossed around, even with such a blatantly silly quip as Arx had just said. But to argue meant for the lust to stop and she was far to deep into the infatuation to resist anything. She far to into the scene to really register anything either. She nodded lightly, not even knowing what Arx said for a moment as her right hand started to slide two fingers into her ass.

She moved the digits in and out of herself several times before she even realized she had been given a task. Once she did she shot up and grabbed a fluffy pillow from beside the bed with her left and free hand. She placed the thing under Arx head gently.

“Better?” Sprite asked, her voice light, her head spinning a bit.

She then kneeled back down, grunting out as she pressed her full right fist deep into her ass. Her left hand then started rubbing the clit of her pussy. She really hoped she wouldn’t be given more tasks now, she no longer had any hands to spare.

 

[Poprockz]

“Ah- thank you…” she huffed to Sprite, though she doubted very much that she was listening at this point. How she managed to fit her fist into her ass with such ease was beyond her understanding, and she was quite frankly impressed with Sprite’s elasticity. It seemed to suggest that the woman did it frequently, keeping her ass stretched and ready to be filled when she so desired.

Mellavia required her full attention though, so she turned her thoughts and efforts back to her. It would have been hard not to, what with that slurping mouth making a meal of her pussy. It felt so good, though she soon got the feeling that the tiefling was going to beat her to the finish line in regards to their crescendo. There was twitching, restless movements, and the ever-flowing juices to thank for that deduction.

It only made her want to urge it on more, her efforts redoubling. Her hands squeezed her ass tightly, gripping it with urgency as though it was a bubble-butted buoy in the ocean that she needed to cling to for survival. Her cheeks and chin glistened, her face rosy from arousal. The currently elvish tongue of hers moved with purpose, the changeling feeling a bit competitive in their little game. It lavished her clit, circling around it and titillating its sensitive nerves. While she couldn’t afford to stop, she moaned all the while, her own hips rocking with need against the fingers she was barely aware of. Holding the flat of her tongue against Mellavia’s clit, she shook her head side to side quickly, almost vibrating her tongue against her with a vengeance.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Mellavia could barely focus on anything beyond the swelling bliss in her cunt. That growing heat had become a blazing fire. As Arx pulled her closer by the ass and buried her face between her legs, it was all she could do to keep her own face aimed at Arx’s slit and hope for the best.

Her lips mashed against Arx’s in a lewd version of a kiss, and the tip of her nose pressed against the center of the changeling’s asshole. Arx was still receiving some stimulation, entirely from Mellavia’s gradually intensifying convulsions, but there was no thought, no consciousness behind it.

Clients had made her cum before, in the few weeks she’d been at Tulips, but never like this. As it built, she knew it was going to be a big one. Once it finally hit her, she was anything but disappointed.

Her body stopped shaking so much as vibrating, her thighs clenching around Arx’s head. Her back tried to arch, but she felt so heavy that she couldn’t lift herself. Instead, she ground herself into Arx’s body, the friction sending pulses from her nipples to her clit and back. She felt something building, even as release and relief flooded her. She noticed a whine coming from her mouth just as it changed to a squeal, and she squirted.

Liquid bliss shot from her pussy, absolutely drenching Arx. Mellavia assumed Sprite took some as well, but she didn’t have the wherewithal to notice for sure. It was copious, and thick, and as it left her body she melted, liquid, onto her lover’s victoriously prone form with eyes closed and purple lips smiling.

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite was in a state well passed dazed when Mellavia did climax. Her eyes had started to roll up into her head and her mouth stood slack jawed, rugged breaths coming out of her at a constant pace. The juices that shot out of the Tiefling lightly went over Sprites lower lips. She ‘just’ tasted the sweetness of the woman before her, but the suddenness of it and the intensity of it snapped her body to its last extreme.

Sprite groaned out so loudly like a wild animal that the people three rooms away from them could hear her well. She stood herself up as she felt the need to cum. She didn’t know what fully came over her body and mind, but she too wished to drench the face of Arx. A gift for her hard work and dedication. She and the Tiefling had aroused her so in their actions.

“You taste so good!” Sprite said as she came intensely, her juices spraying out over Arx’s face and Mellavia’s pussy. She drained herself out on the both of them and then collapsed back onto the ground.

“You taste so good…” she whispered as she bathed in the after glow of her climax.

 

[Poprockz]

Arx soon found herself drenched in copious amounts of lewd liquid, first from Mellavia and then from Sprite. In a sense it was kind of like the female version of a bukakke, each of them cumming on her as though she was some kind of dirty slut. The changeling had become the receptacle for their bliss, coated in it.

She liked it. Very much.

Like her feathered companion, her eyes rolled up as the scent of different cum and pussy juices overwhelmed her, filling her nostrils and making her entrenched in the moment. Her face was wet, the liquid dripping into her mouth and over her tongue. They tasted sweet and tangy, delicious and oh so right. Despite Mellavia having stopped her attentions a moment before, she was still pushed over the edge by it all. The changeling's eyes flashed different colors as her body went as taut as a trembling bowstring for a moment before she fell apart. She groaned a sound of relief, her toes tingling as she came hard.

When the wave of bliss stopped, she too slumped, panting softly and looking up from between the tiefling's legs at the ceiling. Her eyes were slightly glazed, her chest gently rising and falling as she rested.

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite rested softly on the floor. Time dragged on as she breathed out deeply, her hand slowly sliding out of her butt. Her ass was fully satisfied, as was her whole body, so she was able to pull the hand out easy enough. It wasn’t clamping down hard like it was before.

After sitting up for a moment, taking another long breath, she did then see to getting her skirt back on. As she stood up and pulled garment back on she looked over the two women before her. She wondered if they could get Mellavia to come with them and show them where to go directly. The woman would likely give them a much better idea of the value of the item they were after then the noble ever could and if she was going with them it would be far easier to have their bearings.

Sprite couldn’t be sure, but Mellavia was seeming like she could be turned into podding in Arx’s hands. There was no harm in asking and it was the better strategy. Heck, the noble would likely thank them for it because it would seem like Mellavia was their employer, thus getting eyes off of him if they were caught.

“Mellavia, thank you,” Sprite said. That she was honest about. She could not describe how thankful she was to be able to enjoy herself before these two and feel so welcomed while doing it.

“…Do you wish to come with us? Back to the temple you were dispelled from? We could use some help on our quest, I hate to say it, but we really could.”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Mellavia’s purple legs felt like they were made of pudding. She hadn’t come that hard in years. Her mind was blank, lips slid into a contented smile. She lay there, hoping Arx didn’t mind being smothered by limp and satisfied tiefling, until Sprite broke the silence.

She purred at the harpy’s thanks, but then tensed at her question. Of course she wanted to go back, she wanted to so much it nearly drove her to tears, but it was much too dangerous. She hung her head.

“No,” she mumbled into Arx’s pussy. “I can’t. I can’t.”

Her hands squeezed the changeling's thighs. “I wish I could help. Do you know where the temple is?”