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“Hey, Hunter. Alma dine and dash again?”
“Nah.” Erika replied. “That's for before the hunts, not after. She's busy with Commission stuff. I just wanted to suck on these fat fucking tits today.” She hooked a finger round the hem of Gemma's top and yanked it down without hesitation.
The Avis Unit smithy made an exaggerated O-face in mock surprise as her breasts bounced into view. “Awfully forward of you, you know.” She said. “You're lucky I like you so much.” She straightened and hummed as Erika reached into her pants and took a firm grasp of her pussy.
“Damn right you do. You wanna head to the tent, or can we fuck on the anvil?” Erika made the smithy arch with a finger curling up inside. She'd always fantasized about pounding her on the anvil.
“I'll stop liking you real fast if you get cum all over my forge again, Erika.”
“Tent it is.” Erika scooped the smithy up with a hoot and whirled on the spot. The villagers and commission members gave them both a wide berth, having learned very quickly not to get in the way of a horny monster hunter.
“You know,” Gemma said, “Your tits are just as big and bouncy as mine.”
“It's not the same when I play with them myself.” Erika replied.
“Then allow me.”
“Never you mind that. I've got something else for you to play with.” Erika tumbled Gemma onto to their makeshift bed and loomed over her, fierce and lustful. Already her shoulders rose and fell with excited breaths. Gemma felt a wave of heat wash over her as the hunter's big brown cock sprung free, and her eyes went wide. They'd traveled together for weeks and still she was awed every time by the sheer size of it.
“So big for me...” Gemma crooned, while Erika clambered out of her eccentric armor. The appendage had a hypnotic draw... Already her mouth was watering, her loins throbbing hot. Erika was halfway done shimmying out of her chestplate when Gemma's lips magically found their way to the tip of her dick.
“Gog, I needed this!” Erika groaned. Gemma was absolutely lost in the taste of cock and sweat. She lashed the hunter's rod with her tongue like her life depended on it, all the while pushing more and more of it down past the back of her throat. “Ffffuck!” Erika shivered and nearly fell before the smithy clapped both hands against her ass for leverage.
Gemma's eyes were fixed on the length in front of her, but when there was no more left to see, when her lips had crested the summit and kissed the smooth bronze skin of Erika's crotch, the smithy looked up and winked.
“PUAH!” Erika's cock came free like a sword unsheathed as Gemma surfaced. She'd throated it effortlessly. Hot, ragged breaths vibrated the spit-strings bridging the two women. “Sorry. Just had to get a good taste.”
“You little slut. You're just showing off.”
“Like what you see?” Gemma giggled, leaning back and pushing her tits together.
“You're gonna look so hot with my cum all over you...” Erika advanced on the smithy, clambering on hands and knees until she was eye-to-breast with the blonde's beautiful bounty. She planted her tongue at Gemma's sternum and licked all the way to the hollow of her neck, tasting skin and sweat like it was water in the desert. The Hunter squeezed both tits with both hands and hummed with satisfaction as she trapped Gemma in an intense, hungry kiss.
The only thing that stopped the two women from tongue-wrestling the night away was the insistent throbbing of Erika's shaft against the smithy's belly. She was rutting instinctively against Gemma's abs. It was the perfect setup for the blonde to yank Erika up by the thighs, falling back as she did, until the Hunter straddled her chest with that fat cock nestled between two buttery, heaving breasts. “Fuck my tits, baby,” Gemma husked.
“I'm in love.” Erika gazed at the marvel of Gemma's breasts ensconcing her cock completely. The smithy giggled when the tip of it bumped against the underside of her jaw.
“Should I give the three of you some privacy?” Gemma wiggled her assets and winked.
“It's hotter with a voyeur.” Erika squeezed both breasts tight and crooned as she rocked back and forth in their pillowy embrace.
“I'm getting-” Gemma paused to kiss the tip when it bumped up past her lips, “-a little jealous, you know. It seems like you really only like me for my tits.”
“Nonsense.” Erika grunted. “You have a killer ass,” She replied. “Softest fucking lips...” Punctuating every line with a thrust, she continued, “Thighs for days,” She whined with delight when Gemma licked her crown, “And pussy to die for.”
“Anything else?”
“I guess I like it when you make me crazy new weapons.”
“Aww, that's sweet, baby.”
“And when I get to come all over you. I still have wet dreams about that time I just walked up and jacked myself off against your abs. If I wasn't always so busy fucking you properly, I'd do it way more often. I got rock-fucking-hard right then and there when you just went back to hammering with my cum dripping down past your belly button. And don't even get me started on how fucking sexy you look after I bust all over your face-”
“Damn, girl. If I didn't adore this cock so much, I'd almost be offended.”
“It's a good thing you're such a little slut then, isn't it?” Erika stopped humping Gemma's tits to bend down and kiss her.
“Mmmuah! Kissing's no fair!” Gemma protested breathlessly. “And you're the slut here, thinking with your cock all the time. It takes two of us just to keep your sex drive in check!” She saw an opening and took it, grabbing Erika's hands and sitting up to make the hunter fall back on the bed. Erika went down with a hoot, then moaned musically when the smithy sank like an anchor with her favorite cock between her lips. The sudden deepthroating took Erika by surprise. It was all she could do to endure. Gemma had her in a wrestler's grip. She'd have to wriggle awkwardly away to escape the vacuum-seal lips dragging along her dick, and there was nowhere left to wriggle to in their messy little tent. Just like that, the tables had turned. Gemma bobbed her head furiously back and forth, tickling her tonsils with cock unrelentingly till she felt the sticky hot spurts of victory sailing down her gullet. Erika's groan of pleasure turned shrill and sweet, a musical sound that signified Gemma's victory in this first round of a long, long evening.
The sight of the smithy pulling free, red-faced and hazy-eyed, with a dozen strings of spit and cum connecting her mouth to Erika's cock, was enough to bring the hunter back to full mast within moments. Gemma's hot, hurried breaths against her wet shaft sent goosebumps all along her skin. The night had hardly begun. All the tenacity and superhuman vigor it took to swing colossal weapons and slay titanic monsters was going to be poured into pounding Gemma absolutely senseless till the sun rose.
“Gonna fuck me yet, Hunter?” Gemma husked, and the thread of Erika's consciousness snapped taut. She growled like a beast in reply. In the blink of an eye she bowled the blonde bombshell over, and gave herself over to primal instinct. “Attagirl!” The smithy hooted as she was flipped. Both heels went high in the air and far apart as Erika searched for her sopping-wet mark.
“Fffffuuuuck!” Erika growled as she parted Gemma's folds. The heat and the tightness were overwhelming. It was all she could do to go steady, shivering, inch by inch instead of spearing the blonde blacksmith in one savage motion. Gemma hissed at the overwhelming pressure, the fullness of that huge cock scraping her insides so sweetly. Her fingers dug into Erika's skin, and her brow was furrowed with the strain of holding herself together. A fulgurous tingle passed through her entire body when Erika ran out of cock to stuff her with. When the Hunter pulled out, Gemma saw stars.
“Give it to me, you beast! I can take you!” Gemma squealed. Erika grinned at that, momentarily sensate, before grabbing her throat and pinning her in place. Gemma's legs shook like twigs as Erika took her pussy that much faster than before. Her thighs were glistening. Both hips collided in a sticky, blissful clap that made drops of her quim spatter the sheets. The sound of it was like a signal. Erika pulled out, then dropped down heavily again, listening for the rippling clap. The next one came quicker, and quicker still, and soon the Hunter was making rhythm with skin against skin.
“So tight!” Erika groaned.
“Yes, baby. Stretch me out!” Gemma put her arms around Erika's neck, gazing up through half-lidded eyes. “Slay this pussy, Hunter!”
“Rrgh! Fuck!” Sweat gathered on Erika's brow and spilled down into her eye. She was tense, her whole body dedicated to making her lover scream. She slid a hand beneath the small of Gemma's back and hoisted, angling the smithy up to get at the spots that made her moans go louder. “Gonna make you HOWL!” Erika grunted. Like a machine she hammered back and forth, faster and faster, every muscle taut with exertion. Gemma moaned with every impact, and soon she moaned and didn't stop. The sound trailed into one long wail that hitched with every tremor against her cervix, growing higher, louder, faster. Despite it all, she had the impeccable presence of mind to breathe in deep, just moments before the explosive finale.
After all, it wouldn't do to come with a whimper.
The sound Gemma made when orgasm hit could've put a Zinogre to shame. Thunder shot from her pussy to her toes, then back up all through her fingertips. Flashflies danced in her eyes as her legs twitched and spasmed in the air. The hot, liquid rush of seed splashing her womb soon followed, as did Erika's guttural growl of satisfaction at a deed well done.
It took an age to recover. Erika collapsed in place, seemingly spent. She rested her head between the blacksmith's heaving breasts and marveled at the sound of her pounding heart, and the rise and fall of each labored breath. Everything below the waist felt so drenched it may as well have been underwater, and a pleasant, warm soreness traveled through every sinew and muscle.
“I love that cock.” Gemma wheezed.
“I love these tits.” Erika replied, squeezing one and licking the other.
“You're crazy, Hunter.”
“So are you.” Erika shimmied up till she was eye-to-eye. “...Love you.” She kissed Gemma softly, slowly.
“Love you too, baby.” The smithy grabbed a hold of her hair and pulled her down to kiss some more.
“Mmh. I think that's the loudest you've gone.”
“...Maybe. I think it's the loudest yet.”
“Oh yeah? Think I can make you come harder?”
“I dunno, baby. You can certainly try.”
“Wouldn't want to make my smithy scream herself hoarse.”
“Wouldn't you?”
“...Turn over, you little slut. I want your ass in the air this time.”