A New Alliance

Literotic asexstories – A New Alliance by RavenDaas,RavenDaas
“It was a tactical choice of yours I presume, having this little ritual of yours be in our bedroom of all places.”

It’d been three days of work to reassemble their chambers just so they’d have enough room for the ceremony, a few hours of work for their servants, but Anastasya had been adamant of the necessity of secrecy. Theresa had whined throughout the entire venture, but had never actually gone as far as to drop a chair or a table in protest and refuse her queen. Even if she wanted to, any objections would’ve had to be done in a carefully worded note of disapproval rather than simply refusing the order. Theresa’s family had a long and complicated history with Ana’s, one involving curses and pacts in blood and trials that, when explained to her in her lessons, Theresa had practically slept through.

None of it was terribly important since Theresa was stupidly in love with the golden-haired human maid, and she wouldn’t have told her ‘no’ to anything she asked.

‘Not so much a maid anymore,’ Theresa thought from their bed, eyes locked onto the queen’s ass as she moved about the room, occasionally flicking her eyes towards the window, the door, or bending her elven ears to better hear anybody sneaking about that wasn’t supposed to be. When Theresa wasn’t guarding Anastasya or fucking her, Theresa was killing people for her, allowing for her girlfriend to wave her scepter around and order people about without any worries in her pretty head of being murdered herself. Nobody ever got close, demons or elf or human, and she was proud of that fact — not that she was worried. Her queen was a formidable, capable woman all on her own, possibly the only other person in the world Theresa would be afraid of in a fight.

It’s also why she was afraid that what Anastasya was doing now was terribly stupid.

Anastasya hadn’t answered her question, continuing to flutter around the room to make minute adjustments, shifting paintings, rubbing chalk off the ground, narrowing her eyes at the faintest mistake.

“What if it turns out to be a demon?” Theresa asks, crossing her arms over her plump chest. “Or a minotaur. Or…”

“You’ll kill them,” Anastasya answered, with a commanding tone that made the elf’s heart flutter. “Or I will. Or we’ll both die. It has to be done.”

For the realm, Anastasya thought, raising her eyes up to the strange elf in her bed, quietly including them. Anastasya’s beauty was what any parent would hope to see in a princess; regal, flowing with authority, with the accompanying beauty of a swan, with the swelling hips and body to match it. Theresa was… like a firestorm. Anastasya had never seen the woman grow her hair out past her ears, and it was a stark red she’d only ever seen members of her household be capable of, with a hard, muscular body meant for laborers all packed inside her small, compact body. Their presence was as reassuring as it was a disaster on her nerves, either assuring their safety or their mutual deaths at the hands of whatever stepped through the portal she’d created.

The threat posed to them would demand far greater sacrifices than just their lives however, which left whatever would come through the chalky pentagram on the floor as their single, last hope. It was just one final line away from completion.

Anastasya shared a smile with her friend, for confidence.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

-=-

This was an unfamiliar feeling for Keith. Starfield was as distracting as he’d hoped it’d be, but the motion in his chest hadn’t stopped since he’d woken up that morning. It wasn’t… unpleasant, precisely. More than anything else it felt like he was perpetually at the height of a rollercoaster seconds away from plunging down. For hours. By now he was certain he was having a heart attack because the feeling had risen all the way up to his throat, all that pressure feeling like it was moments away from pressing his heart out through his throat.

It doesn’t, but his hand doesn’t manage to reach his phone either.

He doesn’t recognize this place or the people inside it.

Keith’s one of few people that could recognize the smell of sulfur, it’s the very first thing he notices, followed up shortly by the heat on his skin, on his clothes, and then the pair of women presented before him. One a wheat-haired blonde in a cotton shirt and trousers, the other bound in some half-assed, lazily thrown on chainmail and a pair of plain pants beneath it. Her ratty, messy hair of fire nearly enough to distract from the shocked look on her face and the tall, pointed set of ears on each side of her head. The blonde may have been as equally surprised if not for the proud expression on her face, radiating something between delight and wonder on her untarnished, lovely face.

“Eat it, Theresa!”

-=-

Theresa’s finger prods the side of his glasses, green eyes narrowing into disbelieving slits at the glassware. At him. They managed to recover most of the furniture from the room to form something of a dining set for the three of them, except the elf had chose instead to stand, and then kneel beside him, examining him for signs of treachery. She hadn’t found any yet, but that hadn’t discouraged her.

“So,” Keith started, ignoring the woman plucking the glasses from his head, quietly enjoying the way they looked on her confused face. “You need my help to stop this demon of yours, I get all of that. Why me, though?”

The taller of the two, Anastasya, shrugged.

“The portal made the choice. Fate guided you here for a reason, and I am not one to question these things. You have something to provide to us, and I can only speculate what that may be.”

“You don’t have any magic?” Theresa asks, carefully anchoring the too large spectacles to her face. Keith shakes his head, “No. Not… that I know of. And even if I did, I can’t help you. I have responsibilities.”

The queen nods, looking serious, but not in a way that said, ‘Wrong answer, time to gut you with this sword while my friend drinks your blood.’

“To return you from where you came will not be any trouble. Our crises are not your own. However, if you choose to stay, it will not be without reward. To simply make you king without any fanfare would be a disaster, but–”

“King?” Keith asks, eyes turning into saucers, like he’d just burned them from looking at the Californian stun too long. “You’d make me a king?”

She smiles, obviously pleased to see his reaction.

“Amongst other things, yes.”

Before Keith can even ask the question, Theresa stands, eyes flaring a new, impossible shade of green through his glasses as she suddenly drags his chair back with a strength unforeseen in her limbs. He nearly barks out an objection before she’s swept one leg over him, making herself comfortable on his knees. Her weight feels perfect in his lap.

“She means she’ll fuck you,” she says. Theresa’s job seems solely to turn everything Anastasya says from implicit to explicit. “And I’ll fuck you too. Because that’s what good girlfriends do.”

“If you want,” Anastasya chirps. “We don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh yeah,” Theresa grins, rolling her hips into the budding erection in the visitor’s jeans. “He feels real uncomfortable. Whaddya say, handsome?” She leans in, hooking her fingers around his neck, pulling herself in closer by the nails now digging into his neck, the elfstruck woman’s eyes brighter than before as she grinds her groin into him. “How uncomfortable are you feeling?”

Things were moving faster for Keith than he was used to. Usually he didn’t have any dangerous-looking elves throwing themselves over his lap, but this one was close enough to his face that he could count every dimple off her tanned features, and he found himself wondering whether there were dimples on the finely-clad ass currently rolling over his cock. And its accompanying friend. Hell, what would they feel like when they were both rolling over him like Theresa’s was?

His cock hardened in response to his thoughts and Theresa’s friction on him, making her laugh and then purr happily when his hands, strong as they were, settled on the woman’s hips and assisted her along, letting out his own happy sigh as he set a pace more to his liking. She wiggled the valley of her ass to and fro while he dragged it across, putting on a pressure unlike any other as the elf squeezed him whenever she had the chance.

“Not very,” he said, more breathless than he intended, making him blush. “But maybe we could find somewhere better for this? There isn’t a lot of room…”

Keith’s eyes flash to the bed, and the assassin follows them. Anastasya steps over to the dry-humping couple, looking pleased over his consent. Hopefully this would be enough to get the young man on board with her plans, at least for a little while. She offered the couple a pale, dainty hand. “Agreed.”

-=-

A threesome wasn’t what he was expecting to be caught up in today, but he couldn’t have asked for better partners for one.

Laid down on his back, both women were on their knees above him, just as naked as they’d made him, a pile of daggers that he hadn’t noticed laying on the floor from when Theresa had disarmed herself. He wasn’t sure if it was reassuring or not just how well she could hide weapons from him while they were practically melded together. Theresa’s body was just as muscular as it looked before, with a pair of abs and spectacular growth on her arms that he wouldn’t want to challenge, with small, arrogant tits between them. Anastasya’s body wasn’t as impressive in the same way, with old muscles giving away to a new sedentary life with just enough fat to compliment the large, swaying breasts in front of his face.

“Nice cock,” Theresa comments casually, taking it in with the profoundness of a scholar, clearly knowing what constituted a ‘bad’ and ‘nice’ one, meaning he really ought to be complimented. Anastasya seemed equally interested, but uncertain of how to approach it. He’d been eager to get into bed, but felt as lost as she did on what somebody was supposed to do at this point.

“Virgins,” their elven third mocks. “If you aren’t going to take charge and act all kingly, how about I give you a show, and you can jump in whenever you feel like?”

Without giving her lover time to register those words, Theresa grabs Anastaya’s face, blue eyes flashing with concern before Theresa closes the gap between them, pulling their lips together across his body like a bridge. Theresa is a fierce kisser, and one clearly experienced with the blonde who seems happy to play along with their more aggressive pair’s game, kept in place with a steady hand at the back of her head that clutched her blonde locks while the other shifted downward, cupping one plush ass cheek and dragging it forward before settling on the small of her back. Anastasya kept one eye opened, training it on the man beneath them and using his enraptured interest as encouragement to pick her hands off her sides and plant them on Theresa’s tits, going in slow, generous circles with her forefingers and thumbs pinching the cherry-red nipple between them.

Feeling the queen’s hands on her body makes the elf coo and feel the sudden desire to pick things up, darting her tongue out and forcing it into her liege’s mouth and forcing her tongue to action. Shifting back, she brought the ‘battle’ between them between their lips, assuring a beautiful sight for Keith as their tongues interlocked between them. Evidently experienced, Theresa was making short work of the young queen, pressing the tip of her tongue underneath Anastasya’s and massaging it in such a way that has the monarch’s muscles giving out on her.

It wasn’t hard to tell which was the submissive between the two of them.

‘Kingly, huh?’ Keith thought, pushing himself with his elbows, making just enough room for himself until he was upright and taller than both women, drawing Theresa’s attention, who’s quick to withdraw her tongue away from Anastasya’s, leaving the queen mewling inattentively. ‘If this is going to be my queen…’

Keith’s hands rested on her shoulders, turning the woman until they were facing one another and leaning in to take what Theresa had set up for him. Her lips, like the rest of her, are soft like clouds, easily molding against his own and getting a recognizing hum from her as she realizes the change of pace and texture from Theresa’s. Her heavy breasts act as cushions between them as one hand cups her cheek while the other finds a safe place on her fleshy hip, squeezing it tenderly and picking up where the elf left off, finding the taste of both women on her lips while they kissed. He’s not quite as decisive as Theresa, but he’s close, meeting her own tongue with an overexcited jolt that makes her giggle into his mouth, one hand lifting his cock and giving it a series of slow, soft jerks that makes his thigh jump at the sensation. With one thumb rubbing the tip of him and her other hand smoothing over his hair, he decides to let a hand fill itself with one of her creamy breasts, proving they were as soft as they looked and filling in his ample grip.

He lets out a sudden hiss, nearly biting down on his own tongue as a sudden heat engulfs his cock down below.

Both glancing down, only one of them is shocked to find the elf’s head ducked between them, using the elevation Anastasya offered to bring the tip into her mouth and having given it one powerful suck. Keith winced as her tongue rolled across his tip, letting out a single, heavy pant.

Her bobbing head doesn’t say a word, only winking one of her eyes at them before turning their full attention back to the cock she’d referred to as ‘nice’ before, gliding her tongue effortlessly across him and filling her taste buds with the texture of him. He wasn’t aware of it, but Elves had a unique connection to the world around them, one where sensation and passion meant more to them than any of the other races. A finely cooked meal was something to be remembered, or a well-crafted song.

Or a cock.

Nice as it may have looked, it tasted much better, and she was happy to put it to memory, closing her eyes and listening to each beat of his heart as she rubbed the breeding tool against her tongue, gliding the flat side of her tongue across his tip in a slow, sensuous circle that had the man it belonged to clench hard on the woman he’d been kissing moments before, Anastasya’s own attention locked on watching her girlfriend worship a nearly unfamiliar cock.

Theresa opened her eyes just long enough for Anastasya to catch the challenge in them, recognizing the look and nodding.

His apparent wife-to-be’s weight shifted, making him blink back into reality away from the heat of the mouth surrounding his dick and instead allowing him to watch, enraptured, as the human pressed him down with one hand, not quite paying him any heed as she joined her partner at being roughly eye-level with his groin. As fun as it’d been to play with her mouth, it’d be hard to imagine…

Keith’s mind went abuzz with white as the queen’s lips made contact with his shaft, pressing those same lips that had been on him against the stem of his cock right beside Theresa’s, the corners of their mouths touching but growing further away as Anastasya left a trail of wet, loving kisses as she went downward towards his testicles. Meanwhile, Theresa continued her work, mumbling something through the dick in her mouth and collecting what precum she could with a languid swap of her tongue across his tip, making a show of looking him in the eyes whenever she damn near audibly swallowed, rewarding herself with a taste of him.

“You’re still fine with this, yes?” Anastasya asked suddenly, earning a confused look from him that must’ve made her look stupid, because she looked relieved just before she opened her lips just wide enough to let one of his balls roll into her mouth, letting it gently slip across the bridge of her tongue while her lips surrounded it, suckly gently once, twice, and a third time while the tip of her tongue continued to tickle and dance across his scrotum, putting the man somewhere between giggling, agony, and bliss. Theresa wasn’t helping much either with the way she was shifting her lips downwards, arching her back and lifting her tight ass in their as she slowly let more of his cock into her mouth, the length of their bodies hovering in view, side-by-side as they began their respective worship of both parts of him. By the time Theresa began dipping the tip of him down into her throat, Anastasya had finished one teste and moved onto the next, offering it the same loving work with a bit more eagerness to it, her own arousal slowly dragging her into the same pit that Theresa seemed perpetually locked into.

Wagging her ass in the air, Theresa’s throat locked onto his cock, near-gagging as she held her breath, digging her nails into his thigh as she set herself to see just how long she could keep him wedged inside her, closing one of her very necessary pipes for breathing — and somehow becoming even more of a challenge once one of Keith’s hands deliver a heavy smack against her ass.

Ears still burning from the heavy thwack and her nerves alight with life from the pain, she glances up at him, unrelenting, swallowing him down and earning a hiss from her attacker along with another lovely crack of his palm against her other cheek. It’s satisfying in a way Anastasya can’t quite muster with her good-naturedness, and she’s eager to see just how rough she can get the man, so she begins the long process of withdrawing his cock from her mouth as a threat only to receive another swift, harsh punishment that leaves her toes curling.

‘Fuck,’ she thinks, smiling. ‘He’s spanking me like he wants to kill me.’

He isn’t, and she can’t see any true malice in his eyes, but that doesn’t stop her from having fun and imagining it, the heavy weight of his hand on her ass almost its own reward as she lifts her lips from his tip, making a show of kissing the tip of it as a sign of surrender, her expression holding him off from delivering a fourth strike, as much as she might’ve loved it.

“Hold it, tiger. Got a better idea.”

Close as he is and looking forward to pumping the woman’s stomach with his cum, he’s eager to see what the wild woman can come up with. He isn’t disappointed.

Lifting Anastasya’s head up from her drunk reverence of his balls, Theresa rolls her eyes at the former knight’s expression.

“You were a knight once upon a time, weren’t you? Get a hold of yourself.”

Somehow, Thereas’s insults are an instant way to make the blonde’s attention sharpen, sending her a glare that turns gentle once Theresa grasps Keith’s cock in her hands, cutting off whatever the softer one of the two was going to say.

“Shut it, and rub this thing between your tits.”

Leaving it in Anastasya’s capable hands, the elf turns her attention towards Keith; respectfully, this time, since she shifts closer to his face, filling his eyes with her strange, impish ones.

“Hiya,” she greets, impromptu, just before meeting him in their first kiss since they’d met, squelching whatever noises he makes once Anastasya manages to fit his cock between the ludicrously soft pillows of her breasts, nearly too large for him to even catch sight of his cock between them. He might not have even believed it was there if it wasn’t for the luxurious pressure on him, or the rippling of her tits once she pumped herself on him, slapping the underside of her breasts against his crotch. With both hands on either side of her breasts, she set a pace, the tip of his cock occasionally just barely managing to peek out from the top of her cleavage and leaking more pre that Theresa hadn’t managed to swallow herself. That same woman was enjoying a kiss with the man that had set her ass a pleasant shade of red, one she was hoping to see turn into even more shades of red and see shared with her girlfriend.