The black and purple blur cut through the hot air of the forge and, in the next instant, she was behind the succubus once more — pressed close, possessive, starving.
Her agile hands slid down Passiora's sweaty back and went straight to that colossal ass. With a firm, possessive grip, Noctra sank her fingers into the soft, abundant flesh, spreading the thick cheeks apart with force, completely exposing the drenched pussy and the tight little asshole.
— Fuck… what a delicious ass — Noctra growled against the back of her neck, her voice hoarse with desire. — So big, so soft…
She squeezed even harder, fingers sinking deep into the generous meat, making the heavy cheeks tremble and spread open. One hand delivered a sharp, loud slap to Passiora's right asscheek, making the heavy flesh jiggle hard. The sound echoed through the forge along with the succubus's loud moan.
Noctra didn't stop.
With the same absurd speed, she moved again — reappearing crouched behind Passiora. Her hands kept gripping the enormous ass, spreading it shamelessly while her mouth pressed directly against the dripping pussy. Her tongue plunged deep in one long, violent lick, sucking the swollen lips with hunger.
Passiora was trembling all over, her legs weak, her heavy breasts swinging uncontrollably.
— Look at how you're squeezing my fingers… — Noctra whispered, biting the lobe of her ear. — This greedy pussy doesn't want to let go. And this ass… fuck, how I love feeling it tremble in my hand.
Passiora could barely breathe properly, her entire body shaking as Noctra moved around her like a hurricane of desire.
— Noctra… fuck… — she moaned, her voice rough and broken, when the elf reappeared behind her and dug her hands into that huge ass again. — You're getting me so fucking horny… your mouth… your fingers… so fast… ahh!
And then, in a movement so fast the air seemed to tear, Noctra simply undressed.
There was no delay. No visible effort.
In the blink of an eye, the black leather that covered her body disappeared as if swallowed by her own speed. The tight blouse, the clinging pants, the boots, the gloves — everything vanished in a dark and purple blur, as if the clothes had been ripped away by the wind created by her absurdly fast movements.
In less than a second, Noctra was completely naked.
Noctra held her face with both hands and kissed her.
The kiss was hungry, deep and wet. The elf's tongue invaded Passiora's mouth without asking permission, twisting around hers with urgency, sucking, biting the lower lip while they moaned into each other's mouths. The kiss was loud, full of saliva, raw desire and ragged breathing.
While devouring Passiora's mouth, Noctra's hands quickly slid down the succubus's sweaty body. One hand grabbed one of the heavy breasts, squeezing hard, while the other slid straight between the thick thighs.
Passiora moaned loudly into the kiss, the sound muffled by Noctra's mouth.
Noctra didn't stop kissing. Her tongue kept dancing against Passiora's, sucking, licking, while her fingers fucked the succubus's pussy with fast and deep movements. Her thumb found the swollen clit and began rubbing it in firm, rapid circles, without mercy.
— Cum for me while I kiss you… — Noctra whispered against her mouth, her voice hoarse and full of lust, never stopping the movement of her fingers. — I want to feel you squeezing and squirting on my hand while my tongue is in your mouth.
Passiora was trembling violently, her thick thighs clenching around Noctra's hand, her heavy breasts swaying against the elf's body.
— I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum… — she moaned into the kiss, almost crying with pleasure. — Noctra… don't stop… kiss me while I cum… please…
Noctra intensified the kiss, her tongue fucking Passiora's mouth at the same rhythm her fingers fucked her pussy. Her thumb pressed the clit hard, spinning fast.
— Cum for me — she ordered against the swollen lips, never pulling her mouth away. — Cum on my hand while I kiss you. I want to feel you squeezing, squirting… cum now, Passiora.
The orgasm exploded.
Passiora screamed into Noctra's mouth, the sound muffled by the deep kiss. Her entire body convulsed, her pussy clenching hard around the elf's fingers while a hot jet of honey squirted against Noctra's palm, running down the thick thighs.
Noctra didn't stop kissing or moving her fingers. She kept fucking slowly, prolonging the pleasure, while sucking Passiora's tongue, moaning low in satisfaction at every spasm.
When the orgasm finally began to fade, Passiora went limp against Noctra's body, panting, legs trembling.
Noctra slowly pulled her mouth away, a thin string of saliva still connecting their lips. Her fingers were still inside Passiora's pulsing pussy, moving slowly.
She licked the succubus's lips one last time and whispered, her voice low and full of desire:
— Delicious… but I'm not done with you yet.
Her fingers slowly slid out of the drenched pussy, glistening with Passiora's honey. Noctra brought them to her mouth, sucking them slowly while looking into the succubus's green eyes.
— Now… — she murmured, smiling with hunger — I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that hot, heavy body on top of me.
Noctra pulled Passiora with force and let herself fall onto her back on the hot stone floor of the forge, her pale, slender body contrasting against the dark rock still warm from the heat of the metal.
— Here… lie on me — she ordered, her voice hoarse with desire. — I want to feel all that heavy body of yours on top of me while you fuck me face to face.
Passiora didn't hesitate.
She mounted Noctra immediately, her thick, soft thighs spreading wide around the elf's hips. Her enormous breasts swayed when she leaned forward, bracing her hands on the floor beside Noctra's head, looking straight into those crimson eyes.
Their two pussies met face to face, hot, wet and swollen.
When their slick lips touched, both let out a long, trembling moan at the same time.
— Ahh… Noctra… — Passiora moaned, her voice thick and full of lust. — It's so hot… so wet against me… I'm gonna fuck you so good right now, with you lying on the floor just like you want…
She started moving.
Rolling her wide, heavy hips in slow, deep circles, making their pussies grind against each other. Passiora's swollen clit pressed directly against Noctra's, sliding wet and slippery.
— Look at me… — Passiora whispered, looking into Noctra's eyes while she rolled her hips. — Can you feel how I'm fucking you? My pussy is all wet grinding against yours… it's pulsing against you…
Noctra grabbed Passiora's enormous ass with both hands, squeezing hard while looking up.
— That's it… grind harder — Noctra growled, her voice dirty. — I want to feel that hot pussy fucking me face to face. Move those gorgeous hips on top of me, Passiora. Fuck me while I'm lying on the floor of your forge.
Passiora accelerated the rhythm.
Her hips began rising and falling with more force, scissoring face to face with hunger. Their pussies slapped wetly, swollen lips spreading and closing, clits colliding in fast, slippery thrusts.
— Fuck… it feels so good… — Passiora moaned, face flushed, her heavy breasts swinging heavily above Noctra's chest. — Your pussy is pulsing against mine… you're driving me crazy… I want to fuck you faster… harder…
She leaned even further forward, almost pressing her breasts against Noctra's, and started short, brutal movements — hips slamming fast, pussies grinding hard, clits rubbing without stopping.
The sound was deliciously obscene: wet skin slapping and sliding, mixed honey dripping between their thighs and onto the hot forge floor.
— Can you feel it? — Passiora moaned, looking straight into Noctra's eyes. — Can you feel how I'm fucking you face to face? How my pussy is all wet rubbing against yours? I want to cum like this… looking at you… grinding so fucking good until we both cum together…
Noctra dug her nails into Passiora's ass, pulling her deeper against herself.
— Faster… — she demanded, her voice broken with pleasure. — Grind harder on top of me. I want to feel that swollen clit smashing against mine without stopping. Fuck me, Passiora… fuck me face to face while I'm lying on the ground.
Passiora obeyed, accelerating her hips with brutal force. Their pussies rubbed violently now — clits battering each other, slick lips spreading and closing, honey pouring nonstop.
— Noctra… I'm almost there… — Passiora moaned, her voice trembling, breasts bouncing out of control. — It feels so good… your pussy is so hot against mine… I'm gonna cum… I'm gonna cum grinding on you… looking at you…
Noctra held Passiora's ass even tighter, helping her move faster.
— Cum with me… — Noctra growled, looking straight into the succubus's green eyes. — Cum so fucking good on top of me. I want to feel you squirting on my pussy while I cum on yours.
They sped up together, pussies grinding with raw force, clits smashing nonstop.
Passiora threw her head back and screamed:
— Noctra… I'm cumming… I'm cumming on you… ahh!
The orgasm hit them both at the same time.
Passiora convulsed on top of Noctra, her pussy squirting hard against the elf's cunt while she trembled violently, moaning loud and uncontrollably. Noctra arched her back against the floor, nails digging deep into Passiora's ass, cumming hard against her, their moans mixing together.
The two stayed there, pussies still pressed and pulsing against each other, mixed juices dripping between them, sweaty bodies glued to the hot forge floor.
Noctra sat up first, her slender, pale body glistening with sweat and the remnants of their shared orgasm. She stretched like a cat, crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. Without a word, she moved with that impossible speed again — a blur of black and purple — and in less than a heartbeat, her discarded clothes reappeared on her body as if they had never left. The tight black leather hugged her lithe frame once more, every strap and buckle snapping perfectly into place.
Then her hand darted to the side, fingers closing around the hilt of her sleek, dark dagger that had been lying forgotten near the anvil. She twirled it once with casual grace, the blade catching the orange glow of the forge flames.
Passiora watched her, still lying on the floor, chest heaving, thick thighs glistening with their combined mess. She propped herself up on one elbow, green eyes narrowing with curiosity and a hint of playful suspicion.
— What are you going to do with that dagger? — she asked, her voice still rough and husky from moaning.
Noctra paused, turning to face her fully. She leaned down slowly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Passiora's flushed face with the back of her fingers. The elf's smile was pure sin — teasing, secretive, and full of dark promise.
— That's a little secret, my dear — she purred, voice low and velvet-smooth, leaning in until her lips ghosted against the succubus's ear. — But don't worry… you'll find out soon enough.
In the next instant, she vanished without a trace.