Consulting Work

[00:58 PM] Hawthorne Arnell: Let me brush you

[01:00 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein could be talked into it.

[01:00 PM] * Hawthorne Arnell brandishes a brush

[01:01 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein inspects the brush carefully. "You haff cleaned it? I vill not accept brushes from a second hand brush."

[01:03 PM] * Hawthorne Arnell smiles. "Cleaned it? I haven't even used it yet. Brand new, never touched anyone else's hair." She waggles the brush enticingly.

[01:08 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein allows a small smile to cross her lips, her exquisitely heeled boots clicking with authority as she pushes Hawthorne into a chair and occupies her lap. "You may brush."

[01:12 PM] * Hawthorne Arnell makes a little 'oof' as she's sat upon, eyes wide with surprise but she quickly shrugs and doffs her hat, setting it on the side table. Setting her free hand brazenly in the general's lap she reaches up with the brush and starts to run it smoothly through her hair, making sure her fingertips brush her ears with each stroke. "Goodness, me, you have a lovely head of hair here. I would expected a lady with your fearsome reputation to be...coarse? This is just the smoothest..." Hawthrone grins and gives her left ear a good rubbing, grabbing it between thumb and forefinger and stroking softly

[01:14 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein shivers just a touch from her ears being played with, but makes no sound. Regardless, the fur and hair is gorgeously smooth, silky, soft, and thick despite being so short. "I take great pride in my appearance. It vould not be proper to be coarse or unclean as a General." She says simply, leaning back a bit more, pressing the leather skirted curve of her rump against the necromancer's groin.

[01:19 PM] * Hawthorne Arnell is honestly trying her best not to get engorged by the woman sitting atop her. She clears her throat and moves to the other ear, stroking it softly, watching for a reaction to judge where to focus. Beginning to hum tunelessly, she takes the brush take to her hair, working diligently to make sure she's ready for even the harshest inspection. Not a hair out of place. "Well, I'd say that pride shows. You are a magnificent woman, general. Now, if you'll consent, I'd like to work on that tail of yours. I must admit, I have been eying it for some time. Do you mind?"

[01:24 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein ponders this request, but the results truly speak for themselves. Her hair and ears are PERFECT, the Fox holding up a mirror to inspect herself. "... Adequate. You may brush my tail." She says, sliding her thick overcoat off, exposing that luscious bare back of hers, her gloves revealed to be short, stopping just past the heel of her palm, Lucia presenting that lovely tail of hers for similar attention. "Keep zhis up and I'll have to reward you for your efforts, Hawthorne."

[01:30 PM] * Hawthorne Arnell swallows hard, eyes locked on her back. "O-oh. Oh! Uh, not...really necessary. A good brushing is it'd own reward, that's what I always say, ha ha..." She trails off, face twisted in regret for the awkward comment. Deciding to forge ahead, she slips a hand under the fluffy tail and lifts it, setting the brush in towards the base and pushing outwards, making a wonderfully satisfying swishing noise as it glides through the hairs. Showing the same dilligence as before, Hawthorne quickly falls into a nice, smooth rhythm, wiling the minutes away with stroke after stroke, her attention gradually focusing on the bare, enticing back presented to her. Biting her lip, she decides she has to try. It's one of those moments she'd regret forever if she didn't seize it. Still brushing, she lifts her free hand up, extends a finger and slides it softly down the valley of her spine

[01:33 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein might have shivered before, but the moment finger met spine, well... That drew out a reaction that most certainly resembled something closer to Lucia melting into the necromancer, sighing softly in the process. "Smart girl..." She cooed, licking her lips and sliding a hand up Hawthorne's thigh, walking her fingers higher while her other hand took the brush, setting it aside. "Very smart girl... And come now, I saw how you treated zhat elf slut... You love sex, and zhat is nothing to be ashamed of."

[01:37 PM] * Hawthorne Arnell smiles broadly and gives up trying to control herself. A few moments after Lucia's hands brush the bare skin under her skirt, her member stirs, filling with blood and quickly standing ready for action, a clearer indicator of her desire than even her wide eyes and flushed face. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she nods once and gives Lucia's back another stroke. "I uh...well I definitely do. Kind of a uh...constant when I was growing up." Hawthorne shrugs, the finger on Lucia's back curling and joining with two others to lightly drag the nails down the sensitive skin. "Not usually so open about it, though. You know how elves are. Are we uh...Are we gonna have sex? I'd like that a lot, actually."

[01:41 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein shuddered so powerfully at just one touch, but the second, and that curl of her fingers to drag nails now the extra sensitive, bared skin... It was inevitable when the luscious moan slid past those perfect lips of hers. "Haaah... Ve may... Tell me vhere... Mmmm... Vhere you vant to stick your fat girl cock." Her accent emphasized that last word, her fingers darting under to grip the pulsing girldick in her gloved hand, stroking slowly while Lucia glanced over her shoulder, her glasses sitting low on her nose and smirking. "And do be honest."

[01:48 PM] * Hawthorne Arnell gives Lucia a look that screams 'I am in love.' Swallowing hard, she puts a hand on Lucia's stomach. "Oh, I would just love to stick my cock in your cunt, ma'am. Honestly, nothing would make me happier right now." Testing her luck yet again, she leans in and presses her lips against Lucia's in a kiss, her eyes wide open, locked on her partner's. Having discovered the secret to making the general moan, Hawhtorne presses all five fingers against her back and drags the manicured nails downward, from between her shoulder blades to just above her tail before reversing the motion and doing it all over again. "I'd be extremely grateful if you let me do that. Anything you want. I just..." She bites her lip, nuzzling against Lucia's cheek. "Good god you're pretty." A big, happy smile stretches her lips, her thick slab of cock pulsing rapidly in the general's hand.

[01:52 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein very quickly took command of that kiss, Hawthorne's boldness met by a powerful push of lips and
tongue, dominating her as Lucia's skillful pink muscle danced and slithered along, baiting her pretty little partner into dancing to her rhythm. A rhythm that hit a hard pause at the scrape of nails down her bare spine, making Lucia moan like a whore, her eyes rolling back as she went slack jawed for a few blissful seconds, immediately delving into the kiss more firmly, pumping the prick in her palm at a steady, urgent rate, breaking only to murmur two words. "Permission Granted." Before spreading her legs, leaning into the nuzzling and guiding Hawthorne beneath her own skirt to peel those panties aside, baring plump, perfect pink pussy, dripping wet and practically begging for a belly bulging breeding.

[02:02 PM] * Hawthorne Arnell doesn't need to be told twice. She gives the fox general one last scratch and then drops both hands down to lift her thighs up, opening her up for the necromancer's more than eager cock. She hefts Lucia up and plops her right down on it, spearing her cunt open with the warm girth of her meat. Hawthorne lets out a wanton wail, warm, welcoming walls wrapping tight around her, temporarily rendering her senseless as her brain buzzes, busying itself processing the pleasure put upon it. Peppering kisses all over Lucia's neck, Hawthorne wastes little time, getting hold of herself and rocking her pelvis upward, hilting herself in the general to both of their audible delights. "Fuck..." She hisses, flicking her gaze up to Lucia, eyes sparkling with adoration. "Gorgeous...tight...Mmf~ Wanna leave you a wobbling mess, ma'am. Oh, tell me I can be rough! Tell me I can ruin you!"

[02:07 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein let loose a sound most certainly not feminine or dignified as the pulsing prick plunged powerfully into pink, plush pussy, the squelching crash of their hips drawing forth a whorish howl of Lucia's own, lust bubbling over the brim of her self control! Gods, that cock was thick, scraping her inner walls like nails on her spine, making her toes curl in her elegant heeled boots. "Mein Gott... Ruin me! Ruin my fox cunt, you vonderful bitch! Wreck me vith your fat fucking dick!"

[02:24 PM] * Hawthorne Arnell's eyes would be hearts if they could. With an explosive effort, she pushes herself off the chair, sending the general tumbling to the floor facedown, only to be almost immediately set upon by Hawthorne, pinning her in place with her weight as the witch stuffs her prick back inside, quickly setting up a punishing pace, pounding the proud, perfect pussy with powerful, precise movements. She snakes an arm around Lucia's throat, curling it tightly, using her bicep and forearm to restrict blood and airflow while she savagely pounds the object of her desire. Leaning back, she arches the general back with her, bending her spine impressively while she goes to town, unspeakably happy to be allowed to really go wild. The tail she spent so long carefully grooming is already a wet, disheveled mess and honestly Hawthorne just does not care. Her lust for the foxy general is overpowering, her desire to empty her balls into the woman overriding any other consideration. Again and again and again, without mercy or pause, Hawthorne shoves her cock into the woman, balls smacking her thighs, long, purple hair hanging down, teasing Lucia's back. "This is it, ja? What you wanted? You wanted...a fat...COCK? You want my fucking...my meat log? Stuffing your cunt? Is that all? Just a hard, brutal fuck? I'm happy to oblige, ma'am! I'll fuck your fox cunt so good you're gonna wobble back to your post and all your troops are gonna know you just got fucking DESTROYED by me. I'll leave you a drooling, senseless mess!" Her promises tumble out, breathless and sweetly genuine. Hawthorne is a sweet girl, but the Arnell genes cannot be denied. She's a proper fiend when it comes to sex and she means to demonstrate that to Lucia, one deep, devastating thrust at a time

[02:53 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein felt her control, both of the situation and herself fade as Hawthorne stood, and then pushed her down, shoving the haughty fox fuckhole to hands and knees, her tail pinned against her back and matted, the fur mussed, messy with musky mixed fluids. Lucia didn't get to whine, though, not once that slender arm wrapped around her neck, choking her into a cunt clenching, drooling squeal, her tongue flopped out, glasses disheveled as pendulous, pent up balls bounced off her slender thighs. Every squelching thrust bulged her belly obscenely, outlining her with Arnell family cock, her world spinning as Hawthorne hissed hot little lewdities in her ear, prompting a choking, gasping response. "Do it! Do it! Stuff your cunt wrecking meat log into my whore cunt!" Her accent made every word like a slap, sharp and powerful and pointed, the crashing of hips to ass filling the silence with little more than choking gasps and clapping flesh. "CALL ME A SLUT AND MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IT!"

[03:02 PM] * Hawthorne Arnell shoves her slick, sloppy, slab balls deep in Lucia and wrenches her upwards, bending her spine even more so that the witch can whisper in her pretty little ear. "You're a slut~" She teases, kissing the ear. "A cock gobbling, cum hungry, good for nothing fucktoy. All your subordinates know it, don't they~ You just cannot get enough. Well, I'm here to say those days are over." Her grip around Lucia's throat tightens gradually. "I'm gonna bust inside you. Paint that pretty pussy of yours with cum and make your belly bulge with more than cock. Understand?" Hawthorne drags her tongue along the ear and then rudely shoves Lucia's head to the floor, pinning it there. "I'm gonna breed you, you slutty little fox. So hold on tight." She ratchets closed around Lucia's throat, cutting off her oxygen entirely as her punishing tempo resumes, the witch pummeling her previously pristine posterior with perfectly positioned pumps, the wide girth of her cock scraping against all her most sensitive spots. "Imagine~" She pants, inbetween slams. "Imagine what your troops will say when you present with child. Oh how they'll gossip~" A laugh, soft and sweet. Suddenly, she pulls back and slams forward like a piston, timed perfectly with the release of her grip on the woman's throat, letting her breath at last, only to grab a fistful of her hair, pull her head back and smack it into the floor, dazing her as the fucking resumes again.

[03:13 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein actually fucking cums at the impending threat of being knocked up! That slutty little bitch wanted it BAD, her eyes glazing as her oxygen supply lessened, the convulsive clenches of her cunt locking the shaft into her, milking tighter than a virgin with her first. Every thrust displaced femcum with a strangled squeal and a sloppy squelch, the gushing girl unable to find her feet between body quaking slams of hips. Then her lungs burn, drawing breath, only for her head to get SLAMMED brutally against the floor, bloodying her lips and making her see stars, a second orgasm squirting forth with every punishing push of pure animal rut that Hawthorne was locked in, Lucia babbling like a cum drunk bimbo before she'd even sampled a salty spurt of steaming spunk.

[03:22 PM] * Hawthorne Arnell comes dangerously close to finishing right then and there when Lucia cums the first time. THe impossibly lewd sounds of her juices going everywhere make Hawthorne wild and she doubles her efforts, filling the room with the wet schllllrp of a gooey cunt being slammed. The second, brought on by the spur of the moment violence, is too much and Hawthorne howls, giving Lucia another hard crack against the floor as she bottoms out explosively, shoving much, much harder than is necessary in a blind, instinctual effort to deposit her seed as deep as it can go. Her cock seems to come to life, jerking and writhing inside the general as it ejects it's essence, firing furious fullisades of frothy cum, coating her walls and filling her up in seconds. Again and again it squirts, huge, thick glops of the stuff getting force out around her stretched out opening. Hawthorne's hips keeping shoving rhythmically forward with every eruption, a seemingly impossible amount of cum flooding Lucia and ruining the floor beneath them. Hawthorne's eyes roll back and, with a long groan, the sheer volume of cum actually forces her cock out of Lucia, the plump, pulsing prick plopping against her ass, firing a few gooey shots of cum across her back before the flow finally slows to a trickle and the necromancer collapses forward, squishing the foxy lady beneath her and causing a noisy, undignified glurging, squealching noise as cum is forced from her cunt. For a time, Hawthorne is silent, just breathing heavily, slowly coming down from her lusty high

[03:28 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein collapses into nearly unconscious release, drool oozing out of her mouth like cum from her cunt, her belly swelling like a water balloon with the sheer quantity of sloppy, sticky, steaming semen sluicing into her, each spurt downing eggs and ovaries, painting her womb in bitch broken white as she groans in pain, blood and spit at her front, a gushing torrent of liquid lust glopping out of her when Hawthorne was forced back. Formerly slender, the lines of her belly were ruined, her outfit no longer fitting quite so snug as the powerful swimmers wiggle and writhe, racing to rape her eggs in a million man gangbang of her fertile body. "So much... Your cum... Is raping me... It's swimming inside..." She babbled, senseless and mindless, the sloppy splashing puddles of spunk gurgling forth as her body tried to evacuate the excess baby batter making her bulge.

[03:41 PM] * Hawthorne Arnell laughs tiredly and rolls off Lucia, splaying out on her back and taking a moment to catch her breath. Feeling like she'd just run a marathon, Hawthorne turns to gaze at the woman beside her and smiles wide. She's looking almost as pleased as herself. With the powerful, overwhelming fucklust drawing away, the necromancer sits up, tucking her deflating defiler away and reaches out, gathering Lucia up in her arms to pull her upper body into her lap. Staring down at the woman, she shakes her head at the mess she made. Blood, spittle and god knows what else are covering her face. Sighing, she licks her fingers and goes to work scrubbing the good general off, rubbing away the blood, dabbing the drool up with a cloth and finally taking up the brush once more to set about returning her hair to it's previous pristine state.

[03:46 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein takes some good few minutes to regain her senses, as is reasonable after a raunchy, rapey ravishing of her beautiful body. When she finally has that lovely gleam of intellect back in her eyes, she's in Hawthorne's arm, smiling softly, closing her eyes as she reaches up to stroke the witch gingerly along her cheek. "Mmmf... Darlink, zhat vas vonderful... I need to have you over more~" She says softly, her throat hoarse as Hawthorne fixes her hair, the previous battering sexual assault leaving few traces besides a glowing Lucia and a belly swollen with seed, smiling. "Zhat.... Zhat vas one hell of a load."

[03:52 PM] * Hawthorne Arnell leans into the cheek rubs, humming happily. She shrugs nonchalantly. "Side benefit of necromancy. Something to do with manipulating life energies. Packs my nuts so full of cum I've almost drowned a partner or two." A hand strokes Lucia's tummy, delicately, so as not to dislodge any more seed. "You sure about this, though? It's a simple thing to make sure all those swimmers wither. Just say the word ma'am." The witch herself exhibits the telltale postcoital glow, her loins all atingle and her emotions all abuzz with love for the general. Who knows if it'll stick though. It's easy to feel lovey dovey when you've just had a rut for the record books. "As for having me over. You've got my card. Retain my services as a civilian consultant. Not the first time I've done military work."

[04:05 PM] * Lucia von Fluffstein smiled, shaking her head. Perhaps Hawthorne knew, perhaps not, but the Tactician was nigh infertile herself, not fully so, but even a load to fill a bathtub might not take with her. "It is sweet that you vould, Hawthorne, but I'll be fine." She said with a comforting coo in her voice, warmth filling her tone as she drew the witch down for a gentle kiss. "I vill also be retaining your services as a consultant... And a personal aide, zhis is agreeable, no?"