Christmas Present #8 (Grill and Tenebra Wrapping Paper)

Christmas Present #8 (Grill Wrapping Paper) v1.00
Part A (Part B is below)
tags: GrillxLinda, dragongirl, kissing, comedy

Request:
hmmm. grill wonders what this plant is, linda tells her about the tradition, grill kisses because dragons have honor and she cant back out of it.

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	“Hey, dork,” the blonde-haired dragon girl, affectionately called Grill, said as she walked through the woods alongside the wind serpent in human form named Linda. “What’s that plant up there, growing off of that tree?” she asked, pointing a red scaled finger up at it.

	“I have a name!” Linda the Raindancer said with no small degree of frustration, waving her hands around furiously, but her display of impotent rage failed to impress or intimidate the curvy, toned dragon girl before her. After a moment of awkward silence, she sighed, ran a hand through her shiny black hair, and looked up to see the plant Grill referred to. “Ah, that’s mistletoe. It’s a parasite that grows on certain trees. Many animals feed on the berries that grow from it, though it does harm the trees it lives on. There’s a tradition-“

	“Don’t care. Bored now,” the lovely hybrid-creature said, her long, scaled tail whipping around, reflecting her annoyance at her companion’s tendency to talk too much. But Linda was not amused. Immediately, an idea to get back at her grumpy friend spawned in her head. The dragon girl was extremely superstitious. That made it easy to manipulate her.

	“You should care. As I was saying, there’s a tradition about it: they say it is terribly bad luck not to kiss anyone who you share a mistletoe with! In fact, I’ve heard several stories-“ the wind serpent began, only to suddenly be silenced by Grill planting her lips right against hers. The blonde’s lips were warm, slightly damp, and exquisitely soft, which came as no surprise.

	The pair held together tightly like that, with Linda going from surprise to indignation to reluctant acceptance to gentle reciprocation in a matter of seconds. She began to wrap her lips around those of the dragon girl’s, who naturally responded in kind, and a soft moan escaped the wind serpent’s throat as the kissing quickly grew more and more passionate. Tongues met and clashed. They were both dragons, after all – as one escalated, the other could not help but match them.

	Grill’s hands gripped Raindancer’s hips tightly, while the serpent deviously slid her hands down the hybrid’s bare back until her hands cupped her round, pert rear, sensually groping her. After a few raw, sexual moments of this, their bodies practically grinding together, the blonde dragon girl broke away, a trail of saliva hanging between their mouths. “You just had to make it gay, didn’t you, you big dork,” she muttered, wiping the spit off her face with the back of her arm.

	“I – but – you – the kiss,” Linda stammered, flustered and hot and bothered. She would have been lying if she had tried to claim she wasn’t extremely aroused. The nipples of her modest bosom poked right through the sheer fabric of her dress, and there was a familiar dampness in her loins. She glanced at Grill, whose body showed the same signs of excitement – flushed cheeks, hard nipples, and a vulva that had flushed red and gleamed with moisture.

	“Yeah, I kissed you to avoid bad luck, what about it? Jeez, Raindancer, you were the one who told me about it. Don’t tell me you’re going senile!” the dragon girl roared with laughter, dispelling the thick sexual tension, much to Linda’s dismay.

	“Yeah, right, you know me, all scatter-brained,” the wind serpent in human form giggled nervously, doing her best to quell the lewd thoughts swirling around in her head. Stupid sexy Grill. On some level, she could understand how Simmer felt now. She chided herself for falling prey to her own urges like that, and spun on her heel and moved on.

THE END

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Christmas Present #8 (Tenebra Wrapping Paper) v1.00
Part B
tags: comedy, kissing, yaoi, goblins

Request:
i-iim not good at short requests; tenebra hangs up mistle toe hoping to get someone to make out with francis; two other henches walk under instead and have to kiss

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	“Hear ye, hear ye! The Queen of Darkness, Tenebra Lorelei Kingsfolly the Third, Ruler of All Evil and Despoiler of Heaven, has issued a royal decree! If any two individuals are caught underneath the mistletoe, they must pay their respects to the gods and goddesses of nature and share a kiss! Failure to do so is punishable by a day in the stocks! You have been warned!” shouted the goblin court herald to all who passed by on their way to their daily jobs.

	Meanwhile, at the highest room of the tallest tower in the castle, the Queen of Darkness herself could not help but giggle at her newest, most fiendish plot yet. She carefully hung the bundle of mistletoe on the ceiling above her personal chambers’ doors with her magic, a sinister smile upon her lips. Footsteps neared on the stone staircase, and she quickly trotted over to her chair facing the doorway and sat in it, her plan already in play.

	Sure enough, her soon-to-be victim walked into view, pausing as he stepped into the room to bow with a flourish. “Good evening, mistress. Do you require anything at the moment? No? Good. Let us go over tomorrow’s schedule. Now, as you know…” Francis the assistant said, yammering on and on about boring royal duties that Tenebra did not bother listening to. She was far too excited about the possibility of her plot coming to fruition. As she nodded and mmmhmmed the minutes away, she awaited the sound of footsteps again, growing more and more impatient as they did not come. Surely someone, anyone, would come to her chambers? A handmaiden? The Captain of the Guard? The chef? Anyone?

	“Mistress. Mistress. Mistress! Are you paying attention?” the orc seneschal asked, folding his arms grumpily when the dark-haired woman could only stammer and blink in response. “Mistress! I’m telling you of important matters!”

	“I know that, Francis, I apologize, I am merely a little preoccupied.”

	“Preoccupied? With what, exactly?”

	“Just, er, a spell I’ve been working on. I’ll listen from now on, I promise!”

	“Very well. As I was saying, the duke of Birmington declared…” he continued, and time once again wasted away until, finally, the sound the Dark Queen had been waiting for came. Footsteps coming up the stairs of the tower.

	“Yes!” she exclaimed loudly, interrupting the orc, who paused and raised an eyebrow.

	“I didn’t ask you a question, mistress.”

	“Oh, er, sorry. Don’t mind me. Continue.”

	“You’re up to something, aren’t you?” Francis asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

	“What? No, no of course not!” she said, shifting around in her seat nervously. Who would be the one to spring the trap? Who would Francis be forced to kiss?!

	“Then, are you feeling alright? Are you running a fever?” he asked, stepping closer to her out of concern and leaving the radius of the mistletoe. She cursed under her breath. The trap was ruined. And at that exact moment, the pair of goblin men who were carrying a small chest full of various spell components up for Tenebra stepped underneath the parasitic plant. The handsome orc glanced over his shoulder at them and spotted the plant. “Ah, you two, wait for a moment. Please kiss, as per Our Highness’s decree,” he said in a tone that made it clear how taxing such frivolities were upon him.

	The pair of workers glanced up, their eyes widening, then back at each other, swallowing nervously. They set down the chest and, looking nervously at their mistress, slowly inched towards each other, struggling not to lock eyes with each other. The queen noted they were fairly cute for goblins, and even though she was disappointed that her plot to make Francis kiss anyone failed, the cute awkwardness between the minions was starting to make up for it. She crossed her legs instinctively, watching in amazement as they neared each other and began to lean in.

	Their lips met, and they both froze, tasting each other’s flavor with bright red blushes. Tenebra’s index finger went to her chin, then slowly traveled up to her lips, and she began to nibble on the tip as the expression of perverted pleasure on her face deepened. To both her and her majordomo’s amazement, the goblins did not simply stop after having finished, but continued, one of them eeking out a high-pitched whimper as the other began to take charge, forcefully grabbing his partner by the waist and twisting his head to get their pesky noses out of the way for a properly sloppy kiss. The reluctant one squirmed and struggled for a moment, but quickly gave in, eagerly meeting his friend’s assault with his own.

	“Oh, my,” the Ruler of Ruin mumbled, feeling gooey excitement and a light stirring of her loins as she watched things go from awkward to steamy. Francis or no, this was starting to become much better than even she had expected.

	“Er, I think you’ve done enough to uphold the law,” the orc tried to tell the henchmen, only for his boss to flick her finger at him and silence his voice with a quick little charm. He realized that this would only end when she was satisfied, and sighed exasperatedly, though no noise came out.

	Eventually the tongue-y make-out session came to an end, and both of them opened their eyes and pulled back slowly, passionate looks shared between them. Then they glanced at their mistress, as if suddenly realizing where they were, and jumped to attention with jittery salutes.

	“No, no, don’t stop on my account,” the dark-haired villainess said in a dark, lustful tone. “Please, continue. Forget about your task, it’s already taken care of,” she said, flicking her finger at the box and then tugging backwards, propelling it across her chamber until it smashed into the stone wall behind her, most of the components ruined by the impact, but she hardly cared. All of her attention was focused on the two minions, and the duo of cute goblins looked at each other and gulped, more than a little lust for each other evident. Yet, they hesitated, as if unsure what to do next.

	“First timers? That’s cute. Incredibly cute. Here, let me show you what to do,” the queen said in a giddy voice, unable to contain her excitement. She snapped her fingers and the clothes came right off both of them as if spectral hands had pulled them off. Now nude, she eyed them both up as they covered their crotches with their hands in embarrassment. She flicked with both her fingers and the goblins were pulled into the room and the doors shut behind them, granting privacy of a sort. “Now one of you bend over and the other one will stick it in your bum!” the lascivious woman said with a completely serious face.

	The goblins glanced at each other again, and within a few words, the submissive one volunteered to be the bottom, partly out of shyness and partly because he could not take his eyes off of his partner, whose hands were unable to completely cover his growing erection. He walked over to a chair and nervously bent over it, sticking his rear out with a needy expression directed back at the other one. The dominant goblin’s eyes widened at the sight, slowly approaching as his hands fell away from his package, revealing his length. Tenebra could barely hide her arousal, her thighs shifting uncomfortably, trying not to do something improper like start masturbating or, even worse, go join in.

	Francis had given up on the situation entirely and began moving for the exit. As the top goblin began to penetrate with a groan, Tenebra could no longer sit still. She hopped up out of her seat and trotted over to the doors to get a better look from another angle at the same time that Francis reached them, and then the orc froze, recalling the mistletoe right above them. As his mistress stared at the slow, passionate sex, a sudden tapping on her shoulder made her turn, and the orc directed her vision upwards. She saw the plant hanging from the ceiling, and looked back down at her assistant, a look of shock on her face.

	Part of her was afraid of losing a measure of respect from the majordomo if she backed down from her own law. But she also felt a strange anxiety about the prospect of kissing him, with the moans and groans echoing in the background reminding her what it could lead to. The orc stared at her blankly, unamused and somewhat curious as to why she was acting so catty. In an act of desperation, Tenebra leaned in, unsure what to do but, unwilling to surrender. At the last moment, the orc elegantly skirted around her lips and planted his on her cheek, then walked away down the stairs with a wave.

	A part of the villainess felt almost cheated, but she also felt greatly relieved. The sounds of lovemaking drew her attention back to the pair of goblins, and the incident quickly vanished from her mind, replaced only by desire.

THE END