Smiling in response to the complimentary quip, Kavika silently took up the decanter of wine on command and then waited as Tamonten took a seat in front of her. The brief stream of kisses against her stomach drew a series of light gasps, her abdominal muscles fluttering lightly under the swordswoman's lips, and Kavika watched through her cleavage as she took up the position in accordance with her schemes. On command she leaned back slightly, planting one hand on the table on which she sat while slowly tilting the decanter with the other.
Gasping again as the cool liquid hit her skin, staining the pale creamy a bright violet as rivulets began to trail down her body, Kavika carefully poured a stream of wine down her chest. Her stomach continued to flutter slightly under the kisses and licks that the swordswoman used to gather up the fluid trailing down her body, but other than that Kavika remained as still as possible while providing her pale conqueror with the desired stream. Her belly tightened as Tamonten began to ascend towards the lower curve of her breasts, but the strange woman would stop her pouring before she began to travel up that curve. Stopping on command, the huntress would let her lips part in expectation of the kiss that inevitably arrived, her tongue launching into the pool of wine in the swordswoman’s mouth and settling into a dance that she allowed her former opponent to lead.
The sharing would only last for a short while, however, and when Tamonten broke the kiss Kavika simply stared back at her expectantly, waiting for further orders. Her conqueror seemingly had plenty of ideas, and when she started descending towards an all too familiar target of her partners’ attention Kavika bit her lower lip and tensed slightly. That tension only served to press her impressive bosom further outwards for Tamonten’s enjoyment, however, and when the pale woman’s lips closed upon one of her leaking peaks Kavika moaned earnestly. Her mouth closed, teeth digging lightly into her own lower lip as her chin tilted upwards and her canine ears flicked, the outcry of pleasure cut off midway through as that first bout of suction offered her a burst of intense stimulation and earned the swordswoman a modest burst of her nourishing milk. Sweet, rich and warm, the initial suction drew out only a taste, but the second extracted a modest squirt and broke Kavika’s concentration, causing her lips to part in a sound that combined moan and gasp. Her ears continued to flick randomly, and her tail straightened and puffed slightly.
Arching her back to better press her chest into her former opponent’s lips, each further bout of suction would cause her to yield a large burst of her milk and emit a heady moan of both pleasure and relief. Five such efforts would leave the swordswoman’s mouth full of her milk, but after that Kavika’s bounty proved easier to extract. No more than three and often no more than two bouts of sucking would prove sufficient to extract a mouthful of her milk from then on. Shuddering softly as she felt Tamonten swallow only to begin suckling softly anew, Kavika intermittently allowed herself to express her pleasure and tried to suppress her moans, but each time her resistance held it would inevitably break on Tamonten’s next effort upon her sensitive chest, and after the second portion was swallowed her hand would rise of its own accord to settle on the back of the swordswoman’s head, urging her silently to continue. She would tilt her gaze back down when Tamonten finally released her nipple, barely suppressing the urge to demand that she continue but failing to suppress a needy whimper that expressed similar sentiment, albeit in a far more submissive manner. Whether or not her moment of rebelliousness was detected, however, Kavika hardly cared once the swordswoman proved willing to repeat the gesture on her as yet unmolested breast. This one was already leaking more copiously, as if in wanting for similar attention to what its twin had received, and the busty huntress did even more poorly at suppressing her groans in this second bout.
By the time Tamonten pulled away and sat down again, Kavika would be bright faced and panting heavily, her frame trembling lightly. She glanced down towards the seated warrior with an appraising look; even with her relatively simple attentions, she’d proved fairly good with her tongue. There was no telling what other surprises she might have in store… But the next one wouldn’t be long in revealing itself. She hadn’t been able to see the pale woman’s crotch from where she was sitting on the table, but when she leaned forward to obey she paused as she spotted what was growing in the pale girl’s pants. Her lips spread into a knowing grin, and a confident one; this she could deal with. This, she had dealt with before.
Kavika’s eyes flicked over the crowd they had garnered, but to her it hardly mattered; she had fought in a wrestling arena in which sexuality was not only a weapon, but the primary one. In front of a crowd of thousands who had often called for her to be raped and tossed into the pits for public enjoyment. And she had won there, too. A few gawkers staring at her tits was not only nothing new, but it was almost tame compared to her more recent encounters. Ears tilting sideways, Kavika would murmur; “As you wish… It seems that I’m not the only one with surprises.”
With that she would slide forward off of the table, directly towards her recent competitor. It probably would have been easier to shift to the side next, but instead Kavika turned around, essentially giving the pale woman a faceful of her bubbly rear. Planting her hands on the table, Kavika slowly lowered herself via a squat, tail swishing all the while, that ultimately thrust her plump rear into the swordswoman’s lap. That left the appendage freshly conjured onto her opponent’s crotch rubbing against her meaty rear through their respective clothing, but even through the tight leathers she wore and the lighter material of the swordswoman’s trousers, that conjured cock would be smothered in the softness of her embrace. For a few seconds she rolled her hips gently into Tamonten's lap, before continuing downwards to ultimately crawl under the table following her brief buttjob.
Once she was on her knees, Kavika would reorient herself to face towards her recent opponent, crawling closer until her head was between the pale girl’s knees, raising her hands to rest on Tamonten’s thighs as she got into position. There she waited for a few seconds, tail swishing back and forth while she nuzzled into her former opponent’s legs, before ultimately asking; “So… Where’s this treat you promised me?” Her tone was playful, and her cheeks brushed against Tamonten’s legs - first one, then the other, and then back and forth - as she slowly swayed forward, inevitably drawing Tamonten’s legs apart, leaving her shaft drawn down one of her pant’ legs, and planting her own head in the pale warrior’s lap.
“Is it here?” She murmured playfully, rubbing her head against the opposite thigh and slowly nuzzling forward, until her chin gently rested just over the base of Tamonten’s conjured shaft. At the same time, the hand on the knee nearer the swordswoman’s shaft drifted until it was stroking along the top of that trapped cock, just the fingertips glancing against the head of her opponent’s rod. “Mmmm… I think I’ve found it,” Kavika murmured, lowering her chin to nuzzle her cheek against the stem that she had just reached, “but it’s in here…” Kavika retracted slightly to view the object on which she worked, sliding her spare hand to join the first in drifting up and down the swordswoman’s length from below as well. At first those motions were discordant, moving at different paces and along different portions at any given time, but over the course of a minute or so Kavika’s fingers gradually harmonized until the pads of her digits were sliding back and forth across Tamonten’s rod through her trousers, moving painfully slowly but adding pressure as she progressed towards the tip and then softening again as she moved towards the base.
“These will have to come off,” she declared after another few minutes spent with her slow stroking, moving her hands to the waistband of Tamonten's trousers, hoping that the teasing would be enough to allow her partner to ignore any concerns she had about showing off her own goods for the audience they’d gathered. Even though the swordswoman hadn’t seemed to care about sucking on her tits in the middle of the feast hall, that didn’t necessarily mean that she would have no problems with showing off her butt for whatever remained of the audience they’d accrued. If she was allowed to, she would drag the swordswoman’s pants down from her hips all the way, leaving them pooled around her ankles. Whether or not Tamonten bothered to step out of her pants entirely, when her erect shaft finally bobbed free Kavika gave a pleased coo and leaned in towards it, letting her warm breath assuage any discomfort created by its sudden exposure to the feasting hall’s air. Even so, she didn’t touch it directly just yet, letting it bob freely as she just barely didn’t kiss various portions of it, enjoying it with her eyes. The pale girl’s skin was actually quite pleasant to look at, smooth and unblemished despite her militant lifestyle as it was, and it let the blood vessels that were pulsing visibly just beneath the surface plainly visible.
“Oh my… This might take a little while! There’s just… So… Much of it!” Kavika purred brightly, and in the meantime her hands drifted up Tamonten’s legs. They crawled, spiderlike, over her subject’s kneecaps and up her thighs, ultimately closing to cup the base of her opponent’s conjured shaft from either side. She gave a light squeeze momentarily around the trunk of that shaft, but the huntress didn’t hesitate much longer before starting to deliver some proper stimulation.
Her lips finally brushed over the surface of that cock a second or so after her hands reached their new home, making first contact about midway down the shaft, and they quickly parted to let her tongue slide out across a bit more of the warrior's engorged cockmeat. Flicking strokes gave Kavika her first taste of what she expected she would become quite familiar with, but a very satisfying one if her demon-blessed partner knew at all what to do with the massive dick that she now sported. Her cupped hands slowly stroked the shaft, remaining near the base while she ran her tongue back and forth over the the nearest portion of the foot or so of dick that she was working with. “Mmmmm~” Her pleased moan came as the swordswoman’s flavor flooded her senses, and led her to drift finally towards the tip, though as she neared it her progress slowed.
For several seconds she alternated between kissing the portion of flesh just beyond it and running the tip of her tongue just behind the ridge, all while her hands continued their insistent stroking. The mushroom tip itself remained untouched, however, and instead Kavika tilted the woman's shaft downwards so that she could dribble some of her gathered up spittle onto it, only to spread that lubrication down the upper portion of Tamonten's shaft with a few full strokes. With that done, she shifted to the other side to repeat her efforts in near perfect symmetry from where her mouth had first met the pale swordswoman’s member, still at an entirely leisurely pace, but again she would stop just shy of offering the sensitive cap any attention.
After a couple of minutes, Kavika would draw her head back to align the tip with her lips, but she still wouldn’t quite touch it just yet. Instead, her hands shifted, her left forming a tight grip around the base and her right starting to slide back and forth in long strokes that ran from base to tip and back. “It’s so big… I can barely get my fingers around it… Mmmm~” Kavika murmured softly, and following her pleased coo she raised Tamonten’s shaft and leaned in to lay a kiss against the underside that turned into a lick that ran all the way back to the tip. For several more minutes, she would repeat that motion over and over, lapping at the underside of the swordswoman’s shaft over and over and over, and after the first pass she paused near the tip to give the sensitive zone just behind the head a series of languid flicks every time she reached it and gave the shaft a series of slow jerks while she was drifting back towards the base to start it all over.
Her efforts would continue with dedicated purpose; the first globs of her opponent’s pre might have already been visible upon her initial explanation, but Kavika wanted a proper taste of what she was working with. Every motion was made as much to draw out more of the woman’s pearly goo, and it wouldn’t be until enough had gathered that it began to ooze down her shaft that Kavika finally offered the domed tip any attention. The very moment that the flavor profile shifted from pure cock to the salty presence of the swordswoman’s pre, Kavika’s flicking tongue flattened against her shaft and ran all the way up, gathering the released cum all the way to the helmet. Her tongue rolled over the tip as her lips sealed around its head, after which her cheeks dimpled inwards as she sucked lightly to extract every bit of the gathered pre. All the while her tongue kept on rolling, and Kavika moaned as the pungent flavor of her victorious opponent’s pre-cum danced constantly across her senses.
After spending a few seconds at that, Kavika pushed herself a little bit forward, allowing her to slowly slide her tongue back and forth across the pale swordswoman’s frenulum while Tamonten could enjoy a bit more of the warmth of her mouth. There she remained for over a minute, her tongue never stopping in its fervent attention to that sensitive zone while her cheeks dimpled inwards to embrace the tip whenever she drew upon the bit of shaft she’d claimed. Once those few moments were spent, she slid forward until the head of the member she was worshipping threatened her throat, paused for a moment as a soft moan rumbled up to tease further, and then slid back to release the shaft with an audible pop. “You taste good…” she murmured quickly before leaning back in to lather the tip of Tamonten’s conjured rod with the attention she had long denied it, kissing and licking all across the fattened dome to stoke the vulnerable nerves nestled among the hardened tissue. “So… Potent...”
After that breathy muttering Kavika leaned in again, the defeated huntress lapping playfully at her conqueror’s tip for another few moments, before her girding was finished and she launched forward, swallowing fully half of the pale warrior’s shaft in one go. She paused as her throat objected to such a massive intruder, but Kavika had grown used to well endowed partners by then, and forced her muscles to adjust with practiced ease. She withdrew, letting her gag reflex relax while her tongue dragged across the other side and then rolled over the once-ignored helmet once it was all that remained in her mouth, but after that roll she slid all the way back down Tamonten’s drool-coated rod to meet her earlier stopping point. She would claim just a little bit more of the swordswoman’s shaft with every descent, and with every slurping retreat the drool coating it grew thicker. Her view might be blocked by the table, but the deeper she went the less her view was obstructed, and as she passed the two-thirds mark she flicked her eyes up to meet Tamonten’s and let out another soft, muffled moan around the woman’s conjured shaft.
From then on her technique essentially didn’t change, barring a very short pause when finally her lips met the fingers holding Tamonten’s shaft aloft at its base. Kavika would slip her lips gracefully backwards and forwards across the demonic woman’s rod, over and over and over, going deeper with every descent. Bit by bit the swordswoman’s shaft was drawn into the warmth of her mouth and embraced by the tightness of her throat, and during the whole process Kavika deftly controlled her gag reflex to provide the upmost pleasure in her dedicated servicing; squeezing when it was deepest and relaxing as she withdrew.
Kavika would more or less continue steadily bobbing, pausing briefly to lap lovingly at the tip and sensitive region beneath it only occasionally, until Tamonten forced her to do something else or was clearly about to cum. Only when she felt clearly that the pale swordswoman about to hit her peak would Kavika deliberately slow, forcing her subject to hang on the edge of it rather than letting her finish fast. Seconds stretched to a minute as she carefully serviced her near-orgasmic partner to keep her on edge. Tamonten could, naturally, have forced her down on a whim to finish things up, but if she didn’t Kavika would take a moment to enjoy her momentary position of power before she withdrew her mouth, letting a bit of drool ooze down her chin while she sighed and looked up past Tamonten’s shaft, to her face. “On me? Or…” she purred softly, leaning forward to slide her lips back over the swordswoman’s sensitive helmet, letting her tongue circle over it twice before she began to slide back down. If Tamonten didn’t bother to answer, Kavika would resume her bobbing at an even faster pace, intent on drinking down as much of the warrior's liquid gift as she could and moaning as soon as she felt her partner’s first spurts.