Worthy Core

The Ranger pair weren't the best at hiding their intentions as they made their way back to Tassa's tent - the party was already out of the main tree line, and Laksha at the least got a pretty clear view of how the two were behaving. But the Fighter just gave them a wink, and Tassa couldn't help giving a bit of a giggle as she closed the tent flap behind her. "Haha! I've been getting spoiled by all of our solitude lately, I haven't had a feeling like I was trying to 'sneak off' somewhere in...well, years, probably!"

Ragrush gives a deep chuckle as he leans back on Tassa's bedroll. "Hey now, that time at the training yard was only, what, four months ago? Though I suppose I am somehow a little nostalgic, now that you mention it. Remember the good old days, when my father would have to go hunting in the woods for us because we'd stayed out too late?" Tassa releases a full laugh at the thought.

"Pffft, and we would wander out of the bushes acting like we just got lost or forgot the time or something?" As she retells the story, the minotaur is already on her knees, pulling Ragrush's pants loose. The two have done this on such a regular basis that they barely need to discuss each other's desires anymore, and can get straight to the action. Primarily, they both know that they like it better when Tassa is running the show. "Gods, and we thought we were actually getting away with it, too! Do you think he bought it even once?"

"Probably not even a single time, no." Ragrush's voice trails off for a moment as Tassa's vest is pulled loose, revealing her impressive brown-tipped chest. Despite the minotaur's diminutive height - even Ragrush was taller than her at his six and a half feet - her quarter-dwarven genetics hadn't cost her anything in the curves department. Hells, it may have even helped, dwarven women didn't do too badly for themselves either when you considered their proportions. "...You know, it just occurred to me that a few of the times, he was the one signing us up for the evening training sessions, the ones no one else wanted to share. And to think I thought he was being hard on us."

"Instead, it was just you being hard on me, hehe." Tassa leans down and begins to get Ragrush ready for his next mission, using another of her fortunate assets - as it turns out, the snout of a minotaur contains room for a whole lot of tongue. They joked that her tongue was actually what had brought them together - they had met in the Ranger training program, Ragrush had made a joking comment about her height, and she had stuck out her tongue at him in response. It had shocked the young orc into silence immediately, and ever since Tassa would kid that Ragrush loved her tongue more than her. That relationship proved strong again tonight, with Ragrush quickly brought to full attention as Tessa bathed him clean of the day's sweat - or at least a not-inconsiderable portion of him, in any case.

"Hnnggg...you taste awful tonight, Ragrush." The orc has trouble arguing the fact, considering how far they are from a bath, but the twinkle in Tassa's eyes as she makes sure to reach every nook and cranny of his manhood means he doesn't feel particularly offended.

"Is that so? Well, why don't you come up here and give me a chance to see how you compare yourself, then?" Tassa smirks, but doesn't actually agree to the challenge for a few minutes more - freshly bathed or fresh from three weeks in the woods, the minotaur always seems to find herself having trouble pulling herself away from her favorite treat. Eventually though, she does work to remove the rest of her leather armor and climb her way up Ragrush's reclined body. The moment they're within reach the orc latches on to one prominent nipple with his teeth, gently, as his hands tease and pull at the other...rather less gently. Tassa groans, but focuses her own efforts on guiding Ragrush inside of her. As often as they've practiced the move, her own curves and Ragrush's hesitation to let her go always means it takes a bit of effort, not that Tassa has ever minded.

Eventually though the two are joined, and Tassa redirects the orc's hands down to her waist, letting her focus on staring into his eyes as she begins to lift herself up and down. As good as it feels, it's always the looks on his face that she enjoys the most - even years later, at moments like these he still looks just like the teenage orc from the training program, experiencing bliss for the first time. The wild-eyed wonder...and the way he has so much trouble looking away from her generous chest...those will never get old for her. "Hrng! You know, for a while there I was worried we wouldn't have time tonight to - "

"Ranger Tassa, I was won - OH!" Tassa's thoughts are interrupted by a voice from behind her, and the pair snap their attention to the tent's flap. Standing there is the drider Mage, Grizza, his eyes clearly locked on to Tassa's curvaceous rear end, though considering how much of the tent is taken up by the view from his perspective, there's not much else the man could be looking at. "I'm - I'm sorry, I just...I'll leave - " This time, Grizza is the one interrupted by a curt suggestion from Ragrush.

"Hold on now, Mage. Don't go just yet." Tassa looks down at her partner, but when she sees him grin and tilt his head in the drider's direction, she turns back for a second look. Driders aren't known for being big on fashion - their anatomical layout means traditional pants are out of the question, and many settle for a simple sash, belt or loincloth around the bottom of their humanoid torso where it meets their more spiderlike half. As it happens though, sashes aren't particularly good at hiding the signs of burgeoning arousal, and Tassa quickly sees what Ragrush did. "Wouldn't want to turn a party member away, now. Care to join us?"

Grizza's blushing is apparent even through his pitch dark skin, making him perhaps the cutest spider Tassa's ever seen, and the image isn't hurt by his stammering. "No, I mean - not that I wouldn't, or that I'm not - you...wouldn't mind that?" The minotaur leans back and spreads a cheek with one hand, doing her part to convince the young mage.

"Ragrush and I aren't exactly a vowed pair, for...personal reasons. But we know how to relax the stresses of a long day together. Shall we show you?" Grizza turns away, and for more than half a moment, Tassa believes she pushed the embarrassed drider too far, and that he would skitter away as fast as he arrived. But instead she can see the moment he decides the other way, and he gingerly steps one long leg into the tent.

"If...if you don't mind, then?" Ragrush decides to help out, pulling Tassa down to his torso with one arm while pulling at her other cheek with the second, fully presenting the minotaur to the Mage.

"To the contrary - we insist." The drider hesitantly makes his way further into the tent, as much as he can, which to be honest is probably something of a comical look from the outside. By time he's reached the pair his rear two legs are still sticking out of the opening of the tent, and it's doubtful the other party members would mistake what's about to happen were they to glance in the tent's direction. But if they do, they can settle matters between themselves if they care to do so - this tent is now full. At the least, it takes very little time for the Mage to strip himself, with the sash quickly falling to the floor.

It's not the first time Tassa's seen a drider's manhood, but they always manage to surprise her. While minotaurs and orcs both tend towards thick, gnarled things, driders are strangely smooth and curved, a rare bit of pink flesh in an otherwise black or gray body. While as long as Ragrush's, it's quite thinner at the tip, but leads to a girthy base where it meets his humanoid and spider halves. Tassa relaxes herself, expecting him to aim himself at her rear end, but is surprised to find him gliding his way up Ragrush's partially-buried member. "Would it be okay if I...here? Or is that, ah, too much?" Ragrush laughs at the question.

"Too much? My friend, Tassa here is part dwarf, you know?" The blank look on Grizza's face says he doesn't get it, and Tassa can feel herself flush as she has to explain.

"...It means I can take a lot more than it looks. So...yeah, if you want, help yourself." Grizza nods, his hands joining Ragrush's on her sides, and slowly he tests that statement by pushing forward. The thin tip does help, but Tassa can feel it widen out faster than she expected, and she gasps a bit once she experiences both party members halfway inside. Sensing that Grizza's about to pull back however, she quickly turns back to him. "Keep going! I want to...I want you to show me what you've got, okay?" Grizza nods once again, and this time he gives the minotaur a full thrust, making her gasp once again.

Grinning, Ragrush waits for Grizza to set the tempo before resuming at an alternate pace, making sure that Tassa always has one of the two pressing deep inside her. While she surely could handle both at once, it allows her the rare experience of being able to feel fucked while also always feeling filled - something the pair know from experience that the woman enjoys. The trio keep it up for a while, but after a few minutes Tassa can feel Grizza's slender torso resting against her fur-covered back. It's not surprising, she supposes, the drider is hardly built for long days of hiking, and the man was probably almost exhausted before he even came in here. He never stops thrusting though, and Tassa and Ragrush share another smirk as the Mage wraps his arms around her, clinging to her like a lost sailor clinging to a lifeline.

Whether it's despite the exhaustion or because of it, Grizza is the one who finishes first, filling Tassa with a thin cum. It somehow always surprises her that driders don't produce something more sticky, but as far as she's concerned she's just here to enjoy biology, not understand it. It does however act as an excellent lubricant, allowing Ragrush to speed up further which drives Tassa to her climax not long after. Only then - having long learned how to control himself until Tassa got her share - does Ragrush finally unleash, a veritable flood in comparison to Grizza's issue. Not that Tassa minds either sort, after all, variety is the spice of life.

When all are spent, Tassa finally allows herself to relax against Ragrush's chest. "Gods, that was a good one. Definitely worth the mission and having to hike all the way out here, I'd say."

"Agreed. ...Except for one part." Ragrush nods at the Mage's head hanging over Tassa's right shoulder. "Any idea how to drag a sleeping drider back to his tent?"