Two She-Devils update (Patreon)

“What—what are you doing, worm?”

“I’m taking these off. So they won’t be in the way.”

She threw the loincloth into the corner, leaving Sonja wearing only her armored brassiere. She was frightened to ask what Belit could possibly be thinking.

“Come down onto your knees,” Belit told her, “and join me. Come! You have to do it!”

“What for?” Sonja demanded. “What does your debauched mind have planned?”

“I’m still one of the few to have beaten you. If you’ve returned to me, it must be so that I can make you come once more. Very well—you do the same to me and I’ll fulfill your need.”

“Oh no! You and I? Together?” Sonja asked, as Belit pulled on her hands, getting her to kneel down in front of her.

“I know I can make you come,” Belit said. “Can you make me? Just do what I do, Hyrkanian. I won’t be difficult to please while knowing the touch of one comely as you!”

“Wench!” Sonja gasped, but she moved her hand between Belit’s pale thighs.

“Yes, a wench indeed, for the proper set of fingers.” Belit crooned happily as Sonja pushed her fingers in deep. “Another’s fingers are always better than one’s own! And it’s far better to caress between another’s legs than within your own! Oh, yes, I can tell you’re enjoying yourself! Do you like the feel of my quim, Hyrkanian? Isn’t it better when it’s another woman’s?”

“It is!” Sonja panted, rubbing Belit’s hot, wet pussy faster. Moving closer to Belit and opening her knees so that the favor could be returned. “Nothing else can feel as good as this!”

“Except a thick cock and a strong man to stab it inside you!” Belit breathed. She thrust her pert breasts against Sonja’s and grabbed the other woman’s quivering ass. With her lips almost touching Sonja’s, she spoke again: “Wouldn’t you like to be impaled right now? Or to feel your sex being tongued and know it’s a man down there, worshiping you with a mouth silenced by ardor!?”

“Yes!” Sonja cooed, though what she saw in her head was Belit kneeling to her, licking and kissing her sex. She rubbed Belit’s womanhood passionately.

“We shall enjoy a man together, won’t we?” Belit insisted. “The next time we see Conan, he won’t enjoy us! He will be our joy, our slattern!”

“Yes! I want to! I’ll do it with you!” Sonja swore, as giddy pleasure swept deep into her body. “Conan, you bastard, you’ll serve us this time! You and your prick and your tongue and your hands! All of you!”

She could see it as clearly behind her closed eyes as anything she’d beheld with her eyes open.

“Sonja!” Belit spoke wildly. “Sonja, it’s about to happen! You’ve almost made me come, Sonja!”

“I’m going to do it too!” yelled Sonja, pushing her sex against Belit’s rubbing hand.

Breast to breast and lips to lips, working their fingers into each other’s slits, they desperately brought each other closer and closer to the precipice. They gasped their hot, dirty need to each other—even more aroused by the prospect that they would both come together.

“Fuck!” Sonja gasped.

“Sucking cock!” Belit heaved.

“Big cock inside me! All the way in!”

“Eating pussy! Tasting pussy!”

“Your fingers! Shades of Erlik, your fingers!”

“Yours too!” Belit cried out, forcing her damp fingers deep inside of her redhaired lover. She keened, feeling Sonja’s fingers going equally far up her own cleft.

“I’m coming!”

“So am I!”

“GGGHHHHH!”

“YESSSS!”

“Why so much noise?” said someone at the empty tavern’s door.

As Sonja fell into a writhing heap with her orgasmic lover, she saw Conan looking from her to Belit like a man at a feast, trying to decide what to eat first.