One Cold Night

[Warning: FEMDOM.]

[🎶 Something Real – Post Malone.]

IT HAD BEGUN TO SNOW AGAIN AT DUSK. Rafel gathered himself and his curvaceous succubus vassal to his tent and shut the flaps to keep out the cold wind.

Supper had been eventful. Their little company of witches and warriors had settled to a fine dinner of his delicious soup, steak on the side, and the pressed virgin wine of the grapes. Rafel could still taste the untainted pleasure of the purple liqueur as he settled himself by a corner of the large tent made into a sleeping area. It was like the snow had been waiting on them to finish their dinner, because as soon as Giselle lowered her licked plate to the pile, it began trickling down from the night sky as a drizzle.

Northern lights dazzled as gray and lilac spectrums above. Out of the four tents in the small camp, Giselle took one with her Lieutenant. Yemaya and the others had one. Rafel, a canopy to himself. And Cora and Aya Naamah were to share the last one—but somehow the beautiful dark-haired girl found herself taken by the hand into her Lord Master's clave.

She didn't object. Not one bit.

Cora would have to sleep alone tonight.

"Goodnight, babe!" Cora had waggled her eyebrows meaningfully at her, grinning in the twilight.

Aya had tried not to blush too much.

She lay first on the spread bedding. It was thick in quilts and even softer than a mattress. A hammock floated on the opposite corner of the tent, a glowing orb of rare gold [Magic Lamp] granting sweet candlelight to the interior, and whenever the wind whistled higher, Aya felt the urge to pull under the blankets and snuggle into the bedding.

Rafel had purchased a dozen of the lamps for the entire camp from the Arcane Shop at a fresh price of 1 100 [Soul Coins].

At the moment, Aya watched the handsome stature of her Lord Master zip up the tent flaps, locking them in. He turned around. The lamp cast his giant shadow over the side. Aya was on her side on the thick quilts. She patted the side, the empty space beside her.

"Come to me, Master," she implored him.

Even if Rafel wanted to take the hammock, her sexy violet eyes would not let him. Quietly, he padded across the warm tent to her. Rafel dropped to his knees and lay beside her on his back. Aya put her hand into his red hair, loosened the mane and caressed the gilded strands in her lovely fingers.

"It's been a while since we had time to ourselves, Naamah," he said. "As much as I love battle and conquest, these feeble mortals sorely remind me of life worth living. And it doesn't help that we lost a few good men in the vale."

"Then let me make it up to you, My Lord."

At Aya's soft entreating, Rafel turned to peer up at her. He was on his back and she leaned from his left above him. Her pink lips were full and her fair skin was rich and supple. Her hands stopped moving in his hair and she sat up a bit.

She moved those hands to her succulent body. She cupped her firm, generous breasts, shaking them slightly in Rafel's face. Reflexively, he licked at his lips. Aya's nail were painted a violet blush, matching her eyes. She raised one hand behind to the tied straps at her nape, keeping up her black cashmere shirt. She pulled at a single string and the ropes loosened.

She gently pulled down the shirt and her bosom spilled into the saintly light of the lamps.

Rafel growled in the tent.

His slave was beautiful everywhere. Her boobs were shaped for a man's touch. His touch. Her body was sensuous and ripe. She was soft and alluring. Her breasts were twin peaks on her chest, large and supple. Her areolas were wonderful pink and her nipples a touch paler.

How he would love to manhandle her?

He gave another appreciative growl in the back of his throat and Aya bit softly on her bottome lip. His cock raged to the challenge. She beckoned him to suck with her supernatural violet eyes. In the warm glow of the tent, the snow whispering outside, Aya grasped herself and offered to him her breasts. She leaned over on his face, pressing them together and submerging his nose in the scent of her cleavage.

"Suckle, my Lord. Take your reward."

Rafel kissed her swollen nipples first. She gasped and squeezed her boobs.

"Ohh, Master. I want your tongue. Bite on it."

Rafel pulled one topped nipple into his mouth, sucking wetly and drawing back. Her pink flesh popped out his mouth. Aya groaned to keep back her desire to smother him. She had fallen completely over Rafel now. His whole face was in her cleavage. She panted above him, slapping her boobs over his lips.

Rafel took her fair neck in his grip. She bent back for him and he licked wide across her boobs. Her breasts were large and heavy now. He could smell the sex on her. She was getting primed up. He lapped up both nipples and Aya quivered on top of him. A trail of slobber connected his lips to her tip as he leaned back to stare at her big breasts.

"Fuck." Aya rasped at the wet contact. She shook her breasts in his face.

Rafel softly smacked her cheek.

"You have such nice titties, slave! Fat and milky."

Aya couldn't help herself and went on her knees beside Rafel. It put out more of her ample flesh on display. Her fat, shapely ass went shooting out right behind her. Rafel leaned up an inch to grab at her huge bottom. He smacked her with a fleshy thwack and sucked her back into his mouth. He rolled her nipple with his tongue and Aya's back caved as she arched above him.

"Oh fuck, Master! Fuck yes, Master. Suck those tits. Mhmm, just like that. Shit! Oh fuck yes. I'm gonna make it up to you. I'm gonna fucking make it up to you. You want some milk? I can conjure up milk so you suck—"

The zipper on the tent flaps abruptly droned down.

Aya Naamah froze over Rafel.

They both watched in flushed states of passion as the intruder pulled in, in a mild burst of snow. This person quickly leaned back to zip up the tent. In the bent posture, a distinctly feminine figure was revealed. This woman's ass was round and pert.

The intruder turned and golden eyes shimmered out brighter than the [Magic Lamp].

"Y–Your Majesty?" Aya croaked.

[🎶 Maniac – Sound Of Legend.]

"Don't stop on my account." Giselle ordered.

Aya lifted up slowly from Rafel. He sat up to stare at the fey Queen. Aya tried to pull up her shirt over her naked boobs. Giselle sent her a look.

"What did I just say, succubus. Don't you fucking dare! Leave those tits out. I just want to have a few words with your Master. You have a lovely body. It's a nice distraction. Don't let me repeat myself!"

Aya, who was a goner for a true dominant partner, be it male or female, flipped back her long dark hair and rested back on her calves, kneeling in a compliant pose. Her violet eyes blinked warmly and her breasts swayed deliciously in the golden light of the tent.

It took a great effort for Rafel to turn his gaze to Giselle.

"What do you want?"

He was curt.

Giselle strode to stand above him. Her sleeping robes did nothing to hide her figure. Rafel could see up to her legs and pale thighs. The hot, annoyed Queen was fuming.

"Why didn't you tell me you had gotten married? And to fucking Yemaya?"

Rafel pinched the bridge of his nose. "Here we go."

"Yes! Here we fuckin' go!" Giselle didn't let up. "The war is over. So is your lame excuse to evade a conversation. Talk to me, Israfel. Why? I thought you didn't like rings and attachment. If you just wanted a union with a Queen, you could have come to me. You could've—"

"I COULD'VE NOTHING, GISELLE!" Rafel said.

His dark voice was so quiet, but it still made the women shiver. Rafel was coldest when his tone dipped. Shadows danced over the lamp, starting to creep across the carpeted floors of the tent to him. He stood to his great height. He dwarfed the fey Queen. His warm infernal pupils peered into Giselle's with understanding.

"It was a marriage of convenience, and she sprang it up on me. I didn't want a Queen then and I don't wife now either. It was a favor to her. Yemaya only brought it up because she knows how much it riles you. AND GISELLE...NEVER SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY AGAIN."

Giselle stepped up to him.

"Or what?"

Rafel was very, very surprised. Actually stunned. He loved the Queen's fire—and crazy above every thing else about her. She knew he did. And Rafel was not now imagining her thigh stroking softly the massive curve poking his crotch. She was daring him. In the lampshade, her soft Fae beauty was revealed underneath her kimono.

Giselle reached up more. She lifted up on her tiptoes, and still came up only to his broad chest.

"Or what, Your Grace? What are you going to do, huh?" She poked him. "I am Regent from here to the Cold Sea. I am Queen of the greatest Empire in the continent—"

"And you're a fucking slut!" Rafel finished blandly.

Giselle executed a perfect doubletake.

"EXCUSE ME!" Her lips puckered. "Say that again, I dare you?! SAY IT, YOU FUCKIN' DEMON!"

WHACK. . .

Rafel slapped her across the face.

It was a playful smack—otherwise Giselle would be flying out the tent—and her head only turned the other way. The fey Queen slowly turned back. Her gold iris was full of rich, brimming Fae flames.

"You motherfucker!" She gritted.

Rafel smirked. "I thought I was a demon."

"You dare raise a hand to your Queen?"

"Uh, My Queen turns out to be a whiny, little slut. Anyone ever tell what a sexpot you are? You are so fucking hot when you're angry. Now, tell me QUEEN... what's the real reason you barged into my tent this cold night?

Is it to really scream at me, or you just want some dick?"

Giselle put her face close to his and breathed in his face.

"FUCK. YOU."

"I thought as much."

"That's not what I meant and you fucking know it!" She was pushing at Rafel's chest. He didn't even flinch. He just absorbed all her punches and comical rage. ". . .I hate you! I hate that you got married. I hate—"

Rafel cut out her next words in a drowning kiss. He grabbed the back of her next. It was a hard kiss. It was angry. Fierce. Full of repressed fire. Giselle found her lips parting. She moaned slightly before catching herself and wrenching her mouth away.

"You slapped me!"

"And it made you wet." Rafel returned.

"Fuck you!" Giselle spun around to walk out.

But Rafel grabbed at her wrist and dragged her flush into his warm body. He was big and totally male. Their heated argument was quickly spinning into heated 'something else'. Rafel kissed her again, and this time Giselle was powerless to stop herself from giving in. She met his lips with equal passion. Their tongues tangled. It was a fury of clashing mouths. A frenzy. Raw need churned on display. It was full of saliva and dirty. Rafel claimed her mouth and Giselle parted wide her lips for him to possess her.

She was still angry. But she channelled it into the passion of their kiss.

Rafel clutched to her blond hair and ravaged her breathless. Giselle grappled with his shirt. She was shivering in his arms. When his rough lips skittered to her neck, Giselle thought she might pass out from wanting too much. She panted and licked feverishly at Rafel's jaw. The corner of his lips. His five o'clock shadow. She kissed every inch of his golden skin her lips met.

She was an extremely aroused female.

Fury and horniness were a hot mix. It made an irate whore of her.

All the places he touched her were like burn marks. She was frenzied on her feet, unable to stay still. Needing more. Desperately.

"Please give me your cock," she whispered as she sucked the enticing skin of his neck.

Her small hands were shaking around the loose buttons of Rafel's shirt, fingers clamped hard into the brick ridges of his abs. They shook so much her fingers knocked together.

"Please, Rafel." Her soft plea hit him again. Rafel caressed her warm bundle in his arms. Giselle was like a taboo. It made him so fucking hard to touch her. And when she begged like that...

"Fuck."

Rafel brought her in for another hard kiss before letting her dropped to her knees before him. She kissed a path down to his solid pecs, licking at his six-pack of glorious battle tan like icing.

"You are so big."

She kissed.

"So strong and warm."

She kissed again.

"I'm going to make you forget your wife."

Giselle dropped quietly to the Arcadian rug on her knees and roughly got to unbuckling Rafel's pants. She was panting.

"Yes, give me this big cock. I want all of you in my mouth. This fucking tasty, huge dick. Give it to me, Rafel. Ohh god yes!"

His cock sprang free at a very delicious curve and Giselle grabbed at his thighs firmly. Veins ran down the sides of his shaft and Giselle hissed, her gilded eyes in wonderment.

"Fuck! It's a fucking huge cock. Tastes so good." She ran her tongue wantonly up the dense pipe, smelling his dick and slurping all over it. "Such a nice view from here. Such a—"

Giselle couldn't finish as she could not tease anymore and promptly swallowed Rafel's cock. She took him way down into her throat, gagging herself. Rafel feared for her. But she would not let him go. Grabbing his thighs, she went up and down on him furiously. Wet spot gathered at the corners of her mouth and dribbled down to the carpet. Rafel stood above her on the bedding as she sucked ravenously. He was a naked god with a wonder shooting out his loins she eagerly worshipped.

Rafel had to pull out when he feared her proactive fellatio would make him come too soon.

His mighty erection bobbed out practically dripping with her saliva. The fat head of his penis was connected to her lips by a long trail. Rafel pulled back, leaned low and kissed her.

But Giselle was turned on too much for vanilla.

"Give me. Give me your cock." She choked back. "You wanna go off and get fuckin' hitched? I'm gonna show you what you'll be missing."

She took him into her hands and began rubbing him off. His wet dick slipped easily in and out of her closed fist. She joined her mouth to the handjob. Rafel had begun bucking into her hands and mouth. She just wouldn't stop.

"Oh fuck yes! You've got the most beautiful cock. I love seeing my saliva wet this dick. I want to wet it with my pussy too."

Giselle bent under Rafel to smell his ball. She smudged her pretty face all over in the sticky fluid running down. She sucked the heavy sack into her mouth, careful with the pressure she applied. All the while, she jerked him off on her face.

"Stop, Giselle. Fuck. Stop! I can't take it any longer. I can't—"

She didn't stop. She sucked his balls, smelled them, played with the powerful shaft in her grip. Rafel's head fell back with a wolf's night howl and he poured as a fountain on her. Seeing him coming, Giselle quickly took him once more into her mouth. She deepthroated him and felt all of his pale seed rushed down into her. He ejaculated kegs and parts of his release flooded her mouth and spilled out to her cheeks.

Rafel held her head. And she let him fuck her mouth endlessly.

POP!

Giselle finally pulled back, licking at her fingers.

"You, slave, what are you doing over at the corner?"

The fey Queen signalled over to Aya who still knelt in the same submissive poise. She beckoned the succubus near with a finger.

"Come here!"

Aya Naamah crawled across the rug to the Queen.

"Perfect. Stay there. Just like that!" Giselle instructed.

She bent back and rested on one elbow. Aya watched silently like a good slave as Giselle tore off her slip. She cupped her boobs and pinched her own nipples, hissing like a serpent. She hiked up her sleeping gown, kicked off her knickers, and roughly pushed her black satin panties to the side.

"Mhmm."

Giselle bit her lip at the sight of her own pussy. She licked at her palm and lowered it to her slit. With one hand, she held her panties tight to the side so it wouldn't get in the way. With the other, she rubbed her pussy. It was fat and dripping cream; needing a good pounding. Lewdly, Giselle dipped a finger and felt herself clench.

"Oh fuck."

She pulled the finger out and sucked the wetness clean off.

"Here, slave. Come here!"

Giselle directed Aya to where she wanted her—with her face poised right over her wet slit.

Aya Naamah inhaled deeply the Queen's sex musk and rooted her eyes squarely on the blond curls at the apex.

"You have such a pretty pussy, Your Majesty."

"Shut up, slave," Giselle ordered lustily. She only half meant it. "Shut up and don't move."

Giselle licked her palm and patted her pussy with it. She pushed her underwear more to the side and spread her labia. She moaned to Aya Naamah.

"Look into that pussy hole, slave. Yes! Fuckin' look into it."

She patted her clit some more. Spread her pussy more, and then she began pissing.

The trickle started out slow and Giselle lifted up inches from the floor. The angle was perfect to collide with Aya's face.

"Don't you fucking blink, you sexy bitch. Stay right there! Ohh. . .uhh yes, mhmm. Stay right fucking there."

Giselle's piss was warm over Aya's face. It soon gained momentum and was dribbling over her violet eyes and nose to the rose peaks on her chest. It ran down Aya's delicious cleavage, down her fair belly, down to the lush dip between her legs. The beautiful Succubus could see how much pleasure it was giving the Queen. And she promptly opened her mouth.

"Oh, by the Martyr!" Giselle gasped. The pissing didn't stop until Aya's pink mouth was full.

"There you go, slave. That's for being too fucking pretty. I should ban you in my kingdom." Giselle playfully petted Aya's cheeks. "But we're not done yet."

She dragged Aya down to her pussy, forcing the girl to munch on her muff. But Aya didn't need to be coerced into anything. She eagerly put out her tongue to Giselle's puffed slit. She ate her pussy ravenously, slurping and lapping her up. Giselle forgot clutching to her panties and grabbed the ends of Aya's raven hair into schoolgirl braids. She proceeded to ride her face like a pony.

Aya's pretty face was all up in her cunt.

Giselle drowned out her happy moaning in her thick milk thighs. The fey Queen herself was gasping and reveling in the thirsty ministrations.

"Ohh god!" She stared down at Aya who had grabbed to her thighs and was going crazy in her heat. "Yes, eat that fucking pussy. Fuck yes! Mhmm. Fuuccckkkk." Giselle was on her toes, riding Aya's face with an sinful glint in her gold pupils. "Your slave licks pussy so fucking good."

These words were meant for Rafel who slowly dropped down behind Aya. He dragged down the small shorts framing her love-shaped ass. He smacked her several times, in different angles. Aya squirmed at the gentle pain but Giselle kept her face drowned in her pussy juices.

"Taste that fucking piss!" ordered the Queen. "How does that pussy smell, huh? Bitch! How does that fucking pussy smell? Mixed in sweat, piss and cream. You're gonna let me ride your beautiful fucking face, aren't ya? AREN'T YA?"

Aya nodded between Giselle's clamping legs and Giselle lowered a hand to grasp her tits.

"Good girl!"

She lifted up her eyes to look at Rafel next.

"Fuck her. I want to watch you fuck your slave."

"With pleasure, love," he replied darkly.

Rafel patted Aya's slit from behind with his heavy cock. She shook her ass and Rafel smacked her hard. He heard her moan into Giselle's hot flesh as he slowly pushed into her. She was tight and she was hot. Rafel clutched to her fat ass, smacking, pounding, fingering, rolling.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

The sound of his engorged cock slamming inside her, his groin slapping against her big behind. Rafel leaned back on his palms and raised both legs to place his feet flat on the rug. He began drilling upwards in a new angle. Aya screamed and tried to pull up but Giselle promptly dragged her back to her pussy.

"Did I tell you you could rise? He fucks you so good huh? Well, you have to be quiet and just enjoy it. Your tongue? Give me your tongue!"

Giselle raised Aya's head up a moment.

"Such a beautiful face!" She complimented the succubus. "Now lick that clit. Uh-huh. Yep! Exactly like that. Good girl. Good slut. I want you to come like that for us. Come with you Master's cock inside you while you eat my pussy. I know you love his deep drilling. That's good. Yes, come for us. Fuck yes!"

Behind, Rafel felt Aya go stiff for a second, and then begin to shiver. Her entire body quaked and her inner walls held him in, stroking his cock with her liquid heat. Giselle grinned and pulled up Aya's head from her sex by her tousled, dark hair.

She reveled in watching the alluring slave pant through her plump lips and roughed cheeks.

"I'm coming for you, Mistress. I'm coming for you, Master. I'm coming... Oh fuck, don't stop fucking me, Master. You feel so good."

"Yes, fuck yes. Come for us." Giselle spured her on.

Sandwiched between the Queen and the giant Demon, Aya felt her whole body explode. Giselle felt herself on the verge of toppling over too and began to fuck herself looking into Aya's shut eyes and screaming pretty face. Her fingers plunged quickly and deeply into her pussy, making wet sounds to arise with Rafel's persistent pounding into the tent.

For the second time, Rafel tensed and poured with a great flood. He fell on Aya Naamah with a devil's true roar, banging her so hard she rocked up several inches. It was a wild thing to see. Giselle had lost it in front and was squirting in Aya's face. She doused her in fresh love juices and the slave succubus opened her mouth to accept all they both had to give.

Rafel filled her with his hot seed from behind. And Giselle, fucking herself, sprayed in her hair, neck, and face the musk and beauty of female orgasm.

Rafel collapsed with Aya to the quilts.

She pulled near to Giselle and the Queen shut her legs and turned on her side as Aya moved in to lap up her entire slit, one leaking hole to the other.

Giselle smiled coyly.

"Oh you dirty slut! You want that ass, huh? Well then, lick it! Lick it good."

She sat on Aya's face until they were both out of breath. Eventually, the two women crept to the natural warmth Rafel's big lupine body offered. He was extra hot for being a demon.

"Are you still angry at me?" said Rafel. "I want you to know I would never outrightly hurt you."

Giselle chuckled in the quiet. Her fingers twined with Aya's fingers over Rafel's chest. "Is that an apology?"

She quickly added, "You don't need to answer that. No, I am not still angry. How can I be, after some session like that. And I know you'll never hurt me, not unless I want you too. Besides, I don't have a problem with Yemaya as long as she's not a stingy bitch with you."

"Oh, she's not stingy," Rafel grinned, amused. "She probably heard us fucking. Her tent is just a foot away. Probably wondered about all the colliding shadows."

"Hah!" Giselle laughed. "This is why, Lord BlüdThïrste, no marital vow can keep us apart. We will always have this thing between us."

Rafel didn't fall asleep until after he heard the young women pace out. It was mostly the slowing of their heartbeats. He pulled the quilts tighter about their sensual forms. It was a cold night out.

At dawn early the next day, the morning sun rose light and smiley—like the Eldorian Queen. She had not bothered with the walk of shame. No one questioned as she emerged from the tent with Rafel and Aya. The others made warm greeting and even more regard for the demon Earl entered the small company's eyes.

"Lucky bitch!" Cora chirped under a breath as Aya passed by her. "—you must surrender all the juicy details later."

"Oh I will, babe," came the lilted reply.

Giselle's Griffin chomped nearby on the remnants of last night's roast. She saddled the beast and Ser Romulus helped her onto the giant bird, before joining her also. Cora drew in a couple of reindeers grazing nearby with lulling witch magic to pull the silver chariot. She mounted it with Aya. Rafel ascended his powerful winged steed, Agamemnon. And they all took to the snowy skies.

It was a good morning for a sky ride. Clear and golden. Riding through the heavens was much faster than galloping across the tundra. Soon, the vale of Magvath, the battle of Skyfall, and the recovered lands of Rumbrun were left behind.

Soon, the elegant beatific skyline of the Capitol came into view. More than one heart in the clouds soared to be back home.