Natasha the Halve

Alyssa helped her get out from under Natasha, then gave her a smile.

It all clicked in Pokora's mind! The answer was-

The healer took the Archer's face in her hands and sealed her lips, interrupting every thought in her mind.

Soft, full lips hugged hers in a serene embrace of warmth and tenderness. A welcoming sensation of acceptance and affection. A healing connection of relaxation.

A forbidden temptation took hold of Pokora's heart and mind.

The kiss conveyed both confidence and comfort.

For a split second, Pokora didn't know what to do. The feeling didn't last long, however, replaced by burning arousal.

She had made a choice, hadn't she? Unlike those harem anime protagonists that did nothing for 12 whole episodes! Sometimes 24 if the studio had the resources. The worst offenders were those that did nothing for 25 fucking volumes only to end up choosing the worst choice whose only purpose was gaslighting the protagonist!

She had picked up a new series to read, went to compete on the Olympics, then caught up only to see no progress had been made!

Atrocious!

No! Pokora knew better!

She wrapped her arms around Alyssa's waist and returned the kiss, pressing their bodies together.

Bountiful breasts pressed against her humble bosom, increasing her arousal even further.

Envy? Those thoughts are for the petty and the narrow-minded.

Pokora was a self proclaimed woman of culture, after all.

Their tongues met and danced, their lips nibbled and suckled.

The Luzo's split tongue was a novelty for the Elf, feeling both tips rub here and there inside her mouth.

She didn't let up, though. Her hands explored the scaly back she was embracing, feeling the hard surface against her palms.

The woman in her arms let out soft sighs of delight, caressing her body in return.

They separated and looked into each other's eyes.

“That's a good girl,” Alyssa whispered in her deep voice, narrowing her eyes a little to deliver the critical hit.

Pokora's face blushed to the limit, feeling it become a furnace. “Y-You're pretty,” she stuttered in embarrassment, confused with the change of energy between them. Her eyes escaped Alyssa's.

Alas, her determination crumbled so fast...

The healer took the Elfs chin and lifted her face. “Can you tell me why you called Natasha 'daddy'?” she inquired.

Suckling sounds reached Pokora's ears, and she glanced at the bed.

Lapia was kneeling on the ground in front of Natasha, and her head was moving up and down.

She couldn't see what was happening, but she could make a pretty good guess.

Didn't she just cum? She wondered in amazement.

“Look at me,” Alyssa purred, gently moving Pokora's head by the chin.

A soft and warm something snuck between the Elf's legs and pressed against her pussy.

Her tail? Pokora ventured with a sharp intake of breath, which made the healer's breasts move as well. She looked into Alyssa's eyes and let out a slow, shuddering sigh at a small realization.

Evelynn Heart had met a lot of people during her life on Earth. Lesbians, bisexual women, straight men, and bisexual men. Her romantic life was far from boring despite the global circumstances. She always took the appropriate precautions to avoid catching something, too. She did a pretty good job at it, even when taking into account her cause of death.

Pokora then understood why Alyssa made her feel a little odd ever since they met.

She had never once met a woman like her. She had searched for one, though.

A mommy.

Not a female parent, but a romantic or sexual partner who is soft, caring, accepting, and healing while also being dominant.

It was her first time meeting one, and as such, she didn't know how to act. Pokora was, despite her usually monotonous voice and emotionless face, a bottom. Not to the point of residing at the lowest point of the planet's crust, but when push came to shove, Pokora was at the receiving end of both.

“Won't you tell me?” Alyssa requested with a smile, rubbing her thumb on Pokora's lower lip.

The Elf gulped and smiled. “Make me,” she challenged with a bright red face.

Alas... she was a brat, too.

“Oh?” Alyssa uttered, arching a scaly eyebrow and smiling wider.

Thus, Alyssa punished her for the following minutes.

Whenever the Elf was about to cum, Alyssa stopped, ruining her orgasms.

The room was once again full of the sounds of sex.

Lapia was blowing Natasha. Natasha was eating Yolin out. Alyssa was tormenting Pokora.

A few mommy's escaped the Archer lips throughout the process, increasing her embarrassment and arousal.

Right before a really big orgasm, Pokora spoke, “Alright, I'll tell you!” She conceded while panting. “Just... please make me cum already!”

Alyssa chuckled. “I'll make you cum after you tell me... so start talking,” she instructed and hugged the Elf from behind, then used her legs to spread the Elf's. The Luzo used a hand to expose the younger woman's clitoris and placed her tail against it. “Go on, tell mommy,” she whispered into her ear.

Shivers of pleasure ran up the Archer's spine.

“I also wanna know,” Natasha spoke, fucking Lapia from behind.

Yolin was beneath the two, moaning from a dildo the Wizard was holding.

Pokora met the Halve's eyes and felt her face melt with even greater embarrassment. Holy shit, this is so good! She took deep breaths and spoke, “Natasha is a femme daddy,” she revealed.

“A what?” the woman in question... questioned with confusion.

Alyssa's tail moved, flicking Pokora's clit from side to side.

“Agh!” the Archer moaned. “Don't tell me... Mgh! You haven't realized?”

Natasha clicked her tongue. “You zoomers come up with the wildest labels to give others,” she grunted, changing the rhythm of her thrusts. “Always making up words.”

“I'm... hnng! Serious, here,” Pokora argued, shivering.

“So, what's that?” Alyssa pushed, pinching a nipple with her free hand.

“Augh!” the younger woman moaned. “It's... like, a woman who has shit under control, a provider who will take care of you. Really good at sex and... nnngh! Takes charge of the room she enters. Is a badass, but doesn't brag about it. Haa... haaa... Covers expenses like it's the most natural thing in the world for her in a way that doesn't make you feel like you're imposing or leeching off... Everything she does radiates a confidence that puts you at ease and makes your tummy tickle for her fingers deep inside you... or in Natasha's case her huge cock. I could go on but you get the point...” she breathed out. “Alyssa, you stopped,” she pointed out.

The Luzo's face was that of confusion. “Isn't that just a tomboy?” She clarified.

“Here, yeah,” Pokora panted. “But on Earth we called that femme daddy,” she explained.

Natasha scoffed, “See? Made up shit.”

“No, no,” Yolin joined the conversation. “She has a point.”

“See?” the Archer chuckled. “So, calling you daddy fits really well.”

“I'm really close, again...” Lapia muttered, slowly going limp on top of Yolin. “Blow your load inside me, sunshine...”

“You got it, Lala,” the Halve replied and changed rhythm again. She turned to Alyssa and smirked. “By the way, Pokora likes being choked,” she informed her.

The Elmari Elf's eyes widened. This bitch realized before I did? Oh, daddy!

Alyssa wrapped her hand around Pokora's neck. “Is that so?” she inquired, licking the woman's ear.

The bratty bottom nodded. “Yes, mommy,” she whined as if regretting to answer, but she didn't one bit.