“Mmm nnng?”
“Oh yes, your body is that of an equal or a superior giving herself to me. It is exciting, no, a thrill beyond measure.”
With that, she presses her mouth against Tik Tik’s cheek and disappears again. “Now, then, let’s move on, shall we?”
Clap!
The slap echoes through the chamber, swinging the kobold like a pendulum, her butt stinging as she hangs, only to bump up against a warm and fuzzy body, grabbed by the soft paws of a professional and her legs lifted, resting on the kitsune’s unclothed shoulders.
“Now then, Tik Tik, I think it’s time that I indulged myself,” Jun says, purring before her warm, long, wet tongue presses against the glistening wet kobold slit.
Tik Tik tenses when that wriggling muscle presses against her wanting flesh. There’s a great deal of detail and care in every motion and every utterance. Even so starstruck as she is, Mistress Jun radiates the erotic charm as she flicks over the kobold’s folds.
Tik Tik shudders, sighs, and squirms, huffing and puffing as she dangles in the room of the kitsune’s desires. Her eyes roll back, her mouth agape, and her body tensing, untensing, and jerking about with each pulse of delight that arcs through her.
That tongue flicks and laps before finally rolling and pushing inside, wiggling in waves of delight, teasing the kobold with hits of pure pleasure up and down her canal.
Teasing the kobold, the kitsune pulls back, a toothy grin upon her snout. “You like it so far, Tik Tik?”
“M… mmmmm!” Tik Tik whines, arching her back and rocking her hips.
“I’ve done so much research on kobold anatomy, trying to get into your mindset. I’ll spare you the story of how I got this information for now, but kobolds have so many erogenous zones… it’s almost as if the gods designed them to feel nothing but pleasure. Isn’t that fascinating?”
Tik Tik tucks her chin, trying to catch a glance of the kitsune as she works her magic, only to be shocked back into craning her neck, gasping as the ministrations continue.
A flick of the tongue here
A stroke of the tail here.
Seemingly random actions are part of a secret language of desire, and Jun takes Tik Tik through the entire alphabet.
“Mmm, this is all so delightful,” says the mistress, “but really, all I am doing is teasing you by hitting your most primal of pleasure spots. Let’s end this, shall we?”
“Ha... Ah… end?”
When Jun presses her nose against Tik Tik’s sensitive spot, the kobold immediately freezes up, but only for a moment. Immediately afterward, her back arches and she screams with a fury of orgasmic delight. Her entire body shudders and shakes, twisting in convulsions of joy.
And Jun stumbles back, her face drenched in the kobold’s delight, her eyes widened at the thrashing figure before her.
“T… Tik Tik?” she gasps, stumbling up to her.
The kobold slumps forward, her chest rising and falling slowly, her tail dangling, her wrists limp.
Jun flicks the bonds away from the kobold, the golden ropes falling to the ground, while the slumping body falls into the kitsune’s awaiting arms.
“I’m so sorry! Did I do too much? Did I overload you? I hadn’t tried those techniques together before on a kobold and-”
A trembling hand reaches up, pressing against the vulpine’s lips. Tik Tik growls, a grin on her face as she lifts her head and whispers. “That… was incredible.”
Jun sighs in relief, lowering the kobold, but Tik Tik grips her shoulder and pushes up, whispering to her ear. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Y… your turn?” Jun says those words to Tik Tik with a sort of indigence.
Tik Tik steps away from the kitsune and rolls her neck, stretching her arms high and standing on her tippy toes. She sighs, long and luxuriously, her tail shuddering at the end of her stretch. “Mmm, yes, my turn, but it’ll have to be done in something much more comfortable.”
With that, Tik Tik spins around on one foot, glancing over her shoulder and fluttering her eyes. The sway in her step and the curve of her body as she walks one foot in front of the other is enchanting or a bit silly. Either way, Jun cannot take her eyes off of her.
Stretching out her hand, the kobold summons a flask of bubbling liquid from one of the shelves of memorabilia. “Tell me, Jun, how close have you gotten to replicating the effects of the Dragonweed elixir on your own?”
“I could deduce what you used to create the potion using all the viable techniques, sure, but I never had a chance to test out the reactions of the key ingredient on anything practical.”
“The dragonweed is notoriously difficult to come by, yes. The only place it could exist is in that one temple.” Poking her finger into the cork, the kobold pulls it out with a pop. She wafts the contents her way, sniffing gently and nodding, “or in the imagination.”
Jun steps forward, about to say something, but Tik Tik holds up a hand. “No, no,” coos the kobold. “I trust you are experienced enough to have imagined a fully working potion. You are quite a brilliant mind to make all of this.”
“Ah… thank you, Mistress Tik Tik,” says the kitsune, lowering her head slightly, slumping her shoulders, and placing her hands behind her back.
Tik Tik smirked and threw back the drink, gulping down the potion with the hungry taste and excitement of touching water after vigorous exercise. She throws her arm to the side, exhaling and leaning forward, licking her lips, her eyes flashing with the bright, magical light. “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff!”
“Are you… alright?” Jun asks, her fingers twitching. Magic is already rumbling between her digits.
Tik Tik gasps, falling to her knees and wrapping her arms around herself. She shifts left and right, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut. Her shoulders stick out, and the muscles flex and expand, the definition throughout her back tightening. Her head rises as her legs lengthen. Her horns spiral and elongate, her snout snaps further out, pointier, and soon, when she finally stands, she turns towards Jun, revealing herself to be taller than the other mistress.