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There was something wrong with Daraya’s drink.
She’d tasted it as she soon as she took a sip, and very nearly returned the drink to the bar as spiked. The only reason that she didn’t is that Porrim interrupted her before she had a chance, fingers wrapping around Daraya’s wrist as she leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“I know what’s wrong with your drink. In fact, I put it there. Be a good girl and drink up.” She could’ve said no. Maybe she should’ve. Drinking a spiked drink, even if it was her partner that spiked it, didn’t seem like a good idea.
Daraya, not exactly known for her sense, downed her entire glass in one smooth motion the second Porrim let go of her. If this was what Porrim wanted from her, she was more than willing to do it.
Besides, something about the mystery of it all was really turning her on.
A couple of minutes later, they were joined at their booth by Elwurd and Bronya. Even though Daraya had known they’d be coming, it still bothered her. It was nothing against Elwurd. In fact, Daraya rather got on with Elwurd. The problem was Bronya.
Porrim was of the opinion that it would do Daraya some good to have a better relationship with the other Jade. If Daraya had thought she was wrong, she’d never have gone along with her attempts to encourage that. Much to her own annoyance, though, she couldn’t actually disagree. And so there she was, spending her evening in a lesbian bar Elwurd had recommended, with two trolls she rather liked, and one she could barely stand.
Elwurd had sauntered off to the bar almost as soon as she’d dropped her coat, Porrim joining her under the excuse of getting Daraya another drink. That wasn’t the real reason, though, and Daraya knew it. The point was to leave her alone with Bronya and see if she could behave herself.
Stony silence probably wasn’t what Porrim was hoping for, but it was what Daraya was willing to give. She didn’t even hate Bronya, not really, she was just totally insufferable in her promotion of stupid rules. Any time they were in the same room, Daraya couldn’t shake the sense that she was about to be told off.
Bronya didn’t tell Daraya off, though. In fact, she didn’t speak at all. If it wasn’t for the pronounced feeling of tension, it would nearly even have been pleasant. As it was, it was just a more tolerable kind of awkward.
Elwurd and Porrim returned fairly quickly with a round of drinks. The bartender was a friend of Elwurd’s, she’d told them (in a tone that implied they’d been much more than friends), and had let them cut the queue. Daraya wasn’t going to complain. Anything for less time stuck alone with Bronya.
Her second drink didn’t have the same weird taste as her first. Whatever Porrim had done the last time, she clearly didn’t feel the need to do again. Maybe that meant it was already working? But Daraya didn’t feel anything, so probably not.
She was so distracted by trying to work out what Porrim was up to that she nearly missed the commotion at the other side of the table. Nearly, but not quite. She had missed the start of it, but she started paying attention around the time where Bronya made to stand to leave the booth.
Before she had a chance to go anywhere, Elwurd pulled her back to sitting with an arm around her waist and leaned in close to talk to her. Over the noise of the bar, Daraya had no hope of hearing them, but she didn’t need to. She was completely certain of what Elwurd was saying.
Just like her own, Bronya’s drink had been spiked, and now Elwurd was convincing her to drink it anyway. That was interesting. Daraya hadn’t considered in trying to work out Porrim’s plans that the other couple might actually be part of them.
Much to Daraya’s surprise, Bronya did indeed drink her drink regardless. Not at the same pace as Daraya had, by any stretch, but she did pick it back up and start sipping. Beside her, Porrim gave a hum, probably pleased that her plan was going as expected.
Daraya kept waiting for something to happen, but for the longest time, nothing did. The four sat around the table chatting, Bronya and Daraya pointedly never directly addressing each other. Somehow, though, with the help of Porrim and Elwurd, the conversation actually managed to be comfortable.
Engrossed in the conversation as she was, when Daraya did start to grow progressively more and more horny with zero provocation, she didn’t even attribute it to the drink spiking, at least not straight away. She’d just assumed that the quantity of hot women in the bar was doing something to her. If it hadn’t been for the knowing look Porrim gave her as she readjusted to deal with her growing wiggly, she might not have connected the dots at all.
She did, though. She wasn’t totally stupid, and the look from Porrim was enough for her to figure out what was going on. The drink had been spiked with an aphrodisiac. On any other night, she’d have assumed Porrim just did it to tease her, to make her squirm, but that wouldn’t fit with Bronya being similarly spiked. No, this plan was more complicated, and she was probably going to have to wait and see exactly how.
She didn’t have to wait too long. Knowing what she was watching for, she noticed almost immediately when, around 10 minutes later, Bronya started to shuffle awkwardly in her seat. It had begun for her too.
Daraya’s attempts to figure out what was about to happen were promptly scrapped at the feeling of a hand creeping up under the edge of her skirt. It was Porrim’s hand, of course, and it had a goal in mind. It made straight for her bulge, albeit in slow enough movements to not be too obvious, until it was gently rubbing her through her panties. Suddenly she was thankful that she was in the corner of the booth, Porrim’s body shielding her from the view of the rest of the room.
That did, however, leave her completely unshielded from the view of Bronya, about the only person that she really wanted tgo hide from in the moment. Or she did until she braved looking up from her own lap and immediately knew that Bronya was receiving a similar treatment.
Everything clicked into place. This had been the plan. To get them horny, so achingly, desperately horny, and toy with them directly in front of each other when they were too turned on to complain. It was devious in a way that Daraya had to respect, even as she fought the urge to hide her face in Porrim’s neck so that Bronya wouldn’t be able to see her reactions.
The urge to hide faded quickly, though, as Porrim kept toying with her, dissolving under the need for more. Porrim’s hand on her still hadn’t gone any further, still hadn’t moved under her panties, still hadn’t even really pressed down, and the fight to avoid openly rocking into it was increasingly becoming a losing one.
She was about to finally give in and start moving against the hand when Porrim finally shifted focus from her conversation with Elwurd to whisper to Daraya. “How are you doing there, darling?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Feeling needy? Desperate?” Daraya gave a quiet whine, trying her best to keep it from Bronya’s hearing. “Well, that’s a pity. I have no intention of getting you off.” The whine she let out that time was nowhere near quiet, and she was sure Bronya must’ve heard it.
Expecting to find Bronya with a smug smile on her face, Daraya glanced across the table, only to be met by an entirely different picture. Bronya was staring at her, that much was correct, with Elwurd whispering into her ear, but instead of smugness, she had an expression of pure need, and it seemed to be directed straight at Daraya. That made no sense.
Or at least, it made no sense until Porrim spoke again. “If you’re wanting to get off, you’re going to have to get Bronya’s help.”
Oh.
Daraya couldn’t tell if she loved the idea or hated it, but that didn’t really matter, because either way, it just made her growing feeling of need get even worse. Increasingly, she didn’t care about the complexity of her relationship with Bronya. If she needed her cooperation to cum, then so be it.
Though Daraya didn’t say anything, Porrim seemed to understand that she’d made a decision. She pulled her hand away, ignoring Daraya’s attempts to chase it with her hips, and stood, beckoning the rest of the table to follow.
The four of them together moved through the bar, Porrim holding Daraya by the wrist just in case she tried to wander off. Honestly, that was probably a good idea. There were so many hot women there and if it wasn’t for that grounding hand, Daraya couldn’t have been totally certain that she wouldn’t have tried to make out with one of them, or worse. She could feel her logic dissolving under the pressure of her desire.
Elwurd led them all through a door at the back of the bar, leading straight into what looked like the reception area of a particularly shitty hotel. There was a desk, but it was unstaffed, and Elwurd just kept them moving, off to a corridor full of doors and then into a room.
It was one of the strangest hotel rooms Daraya had ever seen. There were no cupboards at all, nor any shelves. There wasn’t even a desk. What there was, however, was a frankly enormous bed. It was larger than any bed Daraya had ever seen before, not that she’d seen many of them. Porrim led her over to it, sitting on the edge and laughing as Daraya started kissing desperately at her neck. That wasn’t fair! It wasn’t her fault so was so needy and that Porrim’s neck looked so kissable.
For a moment, Daraya managed to completely forget that they weren’t alone, until she felt the bed sinking behind her. Right, Bronya and Elwurd existed. At this point, she didn’t even really mind that. As her thoughts melted away, she was very quickly forgetting why it was that she’d been bothered about Bronya’s presence in the first place.
Even so, she startled when a hand fell on her waist from behind, pulling away from Porrim’s delicious neck to see who it was. She was even more surprised to find that it was Bronya, standing there awkwardly smiling at her. Daraya was torn. Some small part of her mind remembered what a distaste she had for the other troll, but a larger and much louder part only cared that this was the person who could do something about the need she was feeling.
The need won out. Daraya turned fully to face Bronya, leaned down, and kissed her. That first brush of their lips was gentle, each testing how it felt, and then something in Daraya snapped and she couldn’t hold herself back.
She bit down on Bronya’s bottom lip, drawing a moan from the cloister leader. In return, Bronya stuck her tongue forwards, into Daraya’s mouth, deepening the kiss. It was good, great even, and Daraya couldn’t help but wonder why she’d waited so long to do this. She could’ve been doing this for years now if she hadn’t been so stupid.
Here, unlike every other aspect of her life, Bronya didn’t try to take control. She allowed Daraya to set the pace she wanted, which in this particular case was mostly about getting more of the stuff that felt best. It was ideal.
It didn’t take long for the kissing to stop being enough, at least for Daraya. She needed more, and she needed it fast. Lips still pressed to Bronya’s, she moved them the couple of steps over to the bed, spinning to push Bronya down first. She went easily, sliding properly onto the bed, not even complaining as Daraya crawled up over the top of her. This really was nothing like how Bronya was usually, and Daraya was pretty sure it was an improvement.
Bronya tried to undo the buttons of Daraya’s shirt for a whole minute before giving up and just pulling it open, sending buttons flying. Destruction of cloister property, oh dear, how uncouth. She’d given Daraya detentions for that one more than once, and now there she was, doing it because she was too impatient to just wait a minute for Daraya to open her own shirt. She was never letting her live that down.
Her musings about how best of menace Bronya later were interrupted by Bronya grabbing her tits through her bra, kneading the flesh in her hands. The touch was brilliant, everything Daraya needed, and she moaned loudly. Her hips rocked from the increase in desire it caused, and Bronya echoed her noise of need as their bulges rubbed together. This was amazing.
Again, though, it didn’t take long before it was too little again, before the desperation once again became too much. Daraya tore off Bronya’s t-shirt more as retaliation than anything, surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra under it. Well well, Bronya really was just as rebellious as Daraya, wasn’t she. That too she filed away as blackmail material for later before taking one of her nipples into her mouth, pinching the other between her fingers.
Bronya let out a new noise at that, higher in pitch than those she’d made before, and her fingers fell to tangle in Daraya’s hair, not giving her the room to pull away. Fine, if she wanted more, Daraya would give her more. She scraped her teeth across the sensitive flesh, lightly at first, and then harder when Bronya seemed to enjoy it. So strong was the response she received at that that she even dared try a soft bite, that too pulling another moan from Bronya.
Daraya’s ability to cope with having her bulge go untouched was increasingly dissolving, and with her free hand, she reached down to worm herself free of her skirt and panties. It was difficult with only one hand, but she managed it, and then set to work on getting herself seated inside Bronya’s nook.
Her surprise at Bronya’s tendency for rule-breaking only grew when she pulled up her skirt and found her bulge just hanging free in the air, completely unrestricted by any underwear. It must barely have been hiding under her skirt once it unsheathed itself, long as it was and her skirt wasn’t, only just not being revealed to everyone.
She didn’t dwell on it too long, though, more interested in finding her way inside. If she didn’t do something about her bulge soon, she might actually explode. She let go of Bronya’s tit, leaving her with both hands free to position herself. Bronya made it easy for her, spreading her legs further apart, wrapping them around Daraya’s hips and pulling her in closer.
The feeling as that first inch of her slipped inside of Bronya was painfully intense, but painful in the way that only made Daraya more horny, more needy, more determined to seat herself fully. With Bronya’s feet pressing into her back, she slipped the rest of the way in one smooth stroke, shuddering at the overwhelming pleasure.
She actually had to coax Bronya to let go enough to be able pump in and out of her, but once Bronya did let go, that was exactly what she did, dragging moan after moan from Bronya’s lips as they rutted against each other.
Daraya came first, with the help of the tight pressure of Bronya’s nook, her seed spilling out of her and into the other Jade. She slumped slightly, too exhausted to do anything but watch as Bronya jerked her own bulge, cumming herself only a handful of strokes later, coating both of them in Jade cum.
For a moment, Daraya thought that would be it, that cumming would’ve been enough to work through whatever it was that Porrim had laced her drink with and oh, she’d forgotten about Porrim. For the first time since her and Bronya had started, Daraya looked up to consider her surroundings.
At the top of the bed, both looking over at them, were Elwurd and Porrim, both seeming mostly unphased by what had been going on at the other end of the bed. By the looks of it, they’d just been chatting as they enjoyed the show.
Looking at her partner, Daraya very rapidly realised that the desperate need hadn’t gone anywhere at all. In fact, it might even have gotten worse from the orgasm, oversensitive as she now was. With a pained hiss, Daraya pulled out of Bronya and crawled her was slowly up the bed to collapse her head into Porrim’s lap.
Fingers reached down to stroke her hair gently, and even though it wasn’t what Daraya was really wanting, she still practically purred. She could feel the bed shifting beside her as Bronya too moved up, settling beside her.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Daraya managed to speak. “Need more, Mistress.” The title fell from her lips easily, without any of her usual anxiety about using it where she could be overheard. At this point, it really wasn’t like Bronya was in any place to judge. “Still horny.”
It was Elwurd who replied, not Porrim. “Watching you guys was pretty fun. I’m feeling pretty horny myself. Why not you come over here and do something about that, hm?” Daraya looked up at Porrim for permission. She wouldn’t do it without permission, even as desperate as she was.
Porrim nodded with a smile, and that was all the encouragement Daraya needed. She clambered over Bronya, nudging her aside to find her way between Elwurd’s legs. The cerulean hadn’t made any specific requests, only to get her off, and Daraya took that as her excuse to do whatever she wanted, and right then, what she wanted more than almost anything, was a taste of cerulean bulge.
Getting a bulge out of trousers was more difficult than getting it out from under a skirt, but Elwurd seemed more than willing to help once it became clear that the task was too intricate for Daraya in her fucked-out state.
She took a second to admire Elwurd’s bulge once it was free of its cloth prison. Unlike any Daraya had seen before (an admittedly small pool), it was slightly barbed, with a handful of little hooklike protrusions branching off it along its length. She just had to know how those would feel inside of her.
Daraya gave a last glance to Porrim for confirmation, who nodded even as she guided Bronya to her own bulge, and set to work. Very carefully, she took the tip of Elwurd’s bulge into her mouth, enjoying the difference in taste between the different colours of bulge. She guided Elwurd’s hand to her head, desperate for some instruction to make sure she got this right, and she got it.
Elwurd seemed to like a slower pace than Porrim, pushing Daraya down on her bulge in a manner that could have been described as positively languid if Daraya could remember any words in that moment. The barbs were less noticeable than she’d expected as she slid down, barely even scraping. That made sense, she supposed. They were still just soft flesh.
On the return stroke, they pulled a little more, but still not enough to be uncomfortable. Daraya found that she liked the slower pace more than she’d though she would, happy to have more time to run her tongue over the head and tease with her teeth.
She just couldn’t get away from the insistent need to cum. She knew that a second wouldn’t even be entirely pleasant, overstimulated as she was, and yet she still could not stop herself from wanting it. Eventually, she gave in, tapping on Elwurd’s thigh and pulling herself off once her head was released.
“Fuck me?” It came out more desperate than she meant it to, which was still somehow less desperate than she felt. Elwurd gave a hungry smile.
“I’d be happy to.” And then Daraya was being pushed onto her back and Elwurd was moving to fill the space between her legs. Her rough jeans, barely slid down enough to let her bulge out, were harsh against Daraya’s thighs, but she couldn’t bring herself to mind just so long as she hurried up and got inside her.
As if she could sense Daraya’s complaints, Elwurd thrust into her, the barbs much easier to feel as they dragged along the sensitive flesh of her nook. She squirmed, half wanting to pull away from the pleasure-pain mix and half wanting to push into it further. She settled for doing neither, instead just purposefully fluttering the walls of her bulge in the way she’d taught herself, a wave of pride rushing over her when Elwurd moaned in response.
She could feel her second orgasm creeping up on her already, the pleasure mixed with the horrible aching that told her this one was going to hurt. Elwurd reached a hand down to rub against her pleasure-nub, and that single touch was enough. Daraya fell over the edge of her second orgasm, the walls of her nook contracting involuntarily this time as she lost herself in the pleasure, doing her best to ignore the pain. Reality fell away, leaving only the mix of sensations.
Daraya re-entered reality as Elwurd began to pull out of her. She must’ve cum whilst Daraya was still coming down, if both the look of pleasure on her face and the feeling of genetic material seeping out of her were anything to go by. She winced as Elwurd left her nook open and empty, but managed not to whine, something she was rather proud of herself for.
From the other end of the bed, she heard the rather distinctive noise of Porrim’s orgasmic moan. Ah, so Bronya too had achieved here goal, brilliant. Daraya felt not even a tiny pang of jealousy, she realised, completely unbothered that the bane of her existence had just gotten her partner off.
This time, the feeling of need didn’t resurface, leaving Daraya just boneless and exhausted. With difficulty, she moved the distance back to her partner, managing the extra it took to get her head onto her shoulder.
Porrim’s arms wrapped around her, hand stroking gently along Daraya’s arm. “How was that, dear? Not too much?” Words were difficult, but a nod or shake would both be just confusing, and so Daraya spent the energy it took to compose a real sentence.
“Was good. A lot, but not too much.” Porrim gave a relieved sigh, and only then did Daraya realise that her tone had been worried. That made sense, she supposed. When Daraya had said that she wanted to play with aphrodisiacs some time, she had very much not mentioned Bronya, and when she’d agreed that sex with Bronya might do her some good, they hadn’t discussed mind-altering substances.
Still, Daraya thought, as her mind began to clear up enough to allow her to properly assess what had just happened, she didn’t mind at all. It had turned out better than fine, and she trusted Porrim to make the right decision with things like this. She’d never have drank the drink if she didn’t.
That said, maybe she should try fucking Bronya sober some time, just to be sure that she likes it. She wouldn’t want to be wrong about that, after all. Best to test further, just in case.