Natasha the Halve

Alyssa tightened her fingers around Pokora's neck and resumed tormenting the Elf's clit with her tail.

The Archer gasped and her hips buckled.

“Take a deep breath for me,” Alyssa whispered, licking an ear.

Pokora complied, breathing in to max capacity, then letting it out.

“Grab my tail, now,” the healer requested.

Pokora moved her hands to the limb between her legs and grasped it.

“Good girl,” the Luzo praised. “I'll stop when your let go of it, got it?”

“Okay...” she breathed out, excited to the brim.

One would be innocent to a fault to believe Pokora had never masturbated in her 49 years of life. The last year alone she did it more times than when she lived on Earth.

Still, the moment of realization came to her when she saw Yolin choke Natasha. The memory of the futa choking her in the forest while the two fucked rushed back to her, and, despite their first meeting was definitely violent, she had requested it in the spur of the moment to overwrite it.

Was that a coping mechanism? Nobody knew for certain. The mind is a complex construct, after all, and preferences are more varied than what imagination can come up with.

Regardless, that short moment of having fingers around her neck under the secretive cover of night felt exhilarating in ways she couldn't properly describe.

There was something deeper still, however.

People could behead others simply by choking. The thousands of tonnes per square centimeters people had the ability to exert- especially warriors and tanks at high levels- made her mind go wild. It was the rush of adrenaline of giving her trust to someone who could easily kill her... and chose not to because they cared for her.

Pokora had been close to dying multiple times in her chase for power. It wasn't entirely exciting. It was also scary. Dying was painful. She knew that very well.

She never experience such rush while masturbating. That delicious rush had been missing, and her heart beat faster at the idea of it.

Claps of skin against skin made her look at the two women going at it.

Natasha's golden cock went in and out of Lapia, getting moans, grunts, gasps, and sighs back.

The sight was hypnotic.

Wet, sweaty, hot, exhausting sex.

Alyssa's tail vibrated against her clit.

Pokora gasped and shivered.

Her eyes were glued to the fornication in front of her.

She wanted it. Desired it. Craved it.

The Archer's mind gravitated to the red woman lying on the bed... and her fingers.

Those thick, strong fingers.

What Pokora truly wanted was the Oni to pop her cherry.

Yolin was the one she liked the most, after all.

The very thought of Yolin fingering her sloppy wet pussy made her face burn like a supernova. To be made to cum like never before... while being choked.

Pokora's breathing quickened, her body heated up, and her moans increased in volume.

She felt warm, cozy, safe, and cared for in Alyssa's embrace.

The tail was a fascinating novelty. It vibrated against her pussy while rubbing her clit.

“Yolin,” Pokora called with a gasp.

The Oni turned to her and smiled. “Give me a sec, Lapia,” she requested. “The toy isn't doing it for me.”

The Wizard replied with an unintelligible moan accompanied by a nod, then pulled the diamond dildo out of the woman's pussy.

The tank made her way to Pokora and licked her lips. “You called?”

Pokora's eyelids fluttered, and she gasped in pleasure at having her most sensitive spot played with. “Finger me, please,” she urged with a pant.

Being a Cleric, Yolin understood what Pokora meant. She shared a look with Alyssa.

The Luzo nodded and removed her tail from between the Archer's legs.

The Oni produced a towel and placed it right beneath Pokora's butt just in case. Then, she covered the younger woman's body with her own. “Do you want to cum first?” she inquired and kissed her.

“After,” Pokora replied, embarrassed with her words.

Alyssa released her fingers around the white neck and guided her hands to the modest chest.

“Choke me, please,” Pokora requested, looking into Yolin's blue eyes.

The Oni nodded and complied, wrapping her red fingers around the Archer's neck.

“Hmmm....” the Elf sighed. “A bit tighter,” she giggled.

Alyssa chuckled, then whispered, “It wont hurt, Pokora. I'll heal the discomfort away, too.”

So convenient! Pokora thought with a big smile.

“How's this?” Yolin asked after gripping tighter, but not much.

“Perfect,” the Archer replied and hugged the Oni's neck.

The two kissed.

Alyssa licked Pokora's ears and nape. “Want me to stay?”

The younger woman nodded. “Yes,” she whispered between kisses.

Yolin put two fingers inside her own pussy and rubbed around until they were lubricated enough, then used the same fingers to rub around Pokora's labia.

She had two orgasms at that point, and Alyssa had brought her to the brink of pleasure but never delivered. Her pussy was soaked.

The woman moaned and pressed her lips harder against the Oni. “Do it,” she gasped.

Slowly and gently, Yolin inserted a finger into Pokora. Then, even slower and gentler, the Oni expanded the small opening.

The Elf felt her pussy heat up and Yolin's fingers prod her insides with care.

After a good while, the tank broke the kiss and smiled. “Done,” she announced.

Pokora's eyebrows joined in confusion and she looked at her crotch.

Nothing seemed any different. Yolin's fingers were red... but that was the color of her skin.

“What?” the Archer blurted out in surprise. “No, but... where's the blood?”

“Blood?” the Oni repeated in confusion. “Why would there any?”

Alyssa chuckled. “Natasha asked the same thing, but her case is different. If you do it gently and properly, there wont be any blood or pain,” she explained. “A bit of discomfort is normal, but Yolin did it perfectly.”

Pokora blinked a few times. “No, no, wait...” she nervously chuckled. “There's supposed to be a lot of blood and pain, though?”

“What?” the two Clerics spoke at the same time.

“Yours was pretty thin and small,” Yolin revealed. “Do you mean that?”

Pokora shook her head, a little incredulous and embarrassed at hearing that information spoken out loud. “But when something goes in, shouldn't it be torn? And that makes it bleed?”

Alyssa and Yolin shared a look of concern.

“Did you have the same body before?” Yolin inquired. “Back on Earth, I mean.”

“No,” the Elf denied. “I was as tall as you, and well... I was Human.”

Alyssa shrugged. “Maybe it was thicker and covered more when you were a Human?” she offered.

Pokora didn't know for sure. “So I can...” she moved a hand to her pussy and slowly put a finger inside. “Yooo....” she breathed out and pressed around.

There was no pain, discomfort, or anything.

“What the fuck?” she whispered in disbelief.

Alyssa and Yolin were confused with her reaction.

The problem was knowledge.

3 million years of progress in medicine can't be compared to a few centuries.

The people of Galeia had a greater basic knowledge about things. If Pokora had ever taken the time to read Labana Kosim's “The ABC's of Vaginal Pleasure” (available at every Church near you!), she would have known better.

But she had put all her effort in finding people from Earth and increasing her individual might.

A tragedy, some would say.

“This is amazing,” the Elf muttered, fingering herself.

“For sure,” Natasha spoke up, having heard the exchange. “This world is the best!”

Lapia was facing down on the bed, breathing heavily and spent. Her pussy oozed transparent cum and she had a satisfied smile on her face.

Pokora turned to Yolin and grabbed her hand, then guided it to her pussy. “Don't stop now,” she giggled with newfound excitement.