Uwe and Ash, part 4

Uwe and Ash, part 4
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'Twas the night of midwinter, the most magical night in the year bar none. Thick, white, utterly undisturbed snow covered all earth and trees and roofs of houses, illuminated by the moon and stars above, creating a spectacle to which other seasons could hardly be compared. 'Twas the night when Naughty and Nice were judged: the bearded priests of St. Nicholas were on the move, in their distinctive red jackets and caps, stopping upon the houses of the Nice and kind people, to give them blessings of their deity that would last throughout the coming year. 'Twas also, incidentally, the birthday of curiously many saints and prophets, for one reason or another.

Behold, the small northern town, high up in the hills. The numerous streetlights were creating a bastion of light in the middle of the infinite blackness of winter night, a vision of great beauty which any bird up in the air could hardly appreciate. The town currently housed a small group of very Nice people indeed: a party of adventurers that had only a few days ago been instrumental in driving back some very Naughty demons and their human servants, who could not respect the Yule spirit and were trying to put the entire northern kingdom under their heel.

The roaring fireplace kept the winter chill and darkness outside, creating light and warmth in the large, luxurious inn room, comforting the two figures huddled next to it, sitting on the soft bear hide rug. Being but a humble paladin, Asherun had initially refused such extravagant accommodations, but the rest of the party had convinced her that it would be poor form to refuse, and make everyone feel bad. And quite frankly, lying right there in the warmth with Uwe, she could hardly complain.

The small warm bundle at her lap stirred, and she wrapped her arms tighter around her roommate and her sweetheart, as he nuzzled his nose against her stomach and curled his tail around her leg. Both the dragonborn and the kobold were completely bare, only relying in each other's bodies for comfort. And the soft, thick blanket they were wrapped in. And the fireplace. ...Suffice to say, they felt very warm and cosy and placid indeed.

But as warm as it was, both of them were more than prepared to make it positively hot. Uwe murmured something incomprehensible with his arcane tongue, waving a single finger a bit in the air... and immediately at the next inhale, Ash's acute nose picked up a whole new scent, vaguely like hot chocolate and cinnamon - probably because of the season - along with something else, something that she couldn't quite recognize but extremely alluring, that instantly made her loins stir in excitement. "Mmm...", she closed her eyes and enjoyed the aroma, while one of her hands trailed lower across Uwe's skin: he quivered faintly against her as it reached its target and began to stroke him gently, faintly, slowly awakening his own body as he had awakened hers.

She gave a low chuckle as the kobold rose to the occasion, relaxedly pressing his hips against her as he stood firmer in her grip, his tail slowly swishing behind him, a languid groan escaping his lips. "Nnhh... Ohh...?" The dragonborn's other hand had sneaked up all the way down to his bottom, and picked him up higher for a kiss: he responded to it eagerly as her muzzle met his, wrapping his arms around her neck, parting his lips and reaching his tongue outside to meet hers. He tasted so sweet.

The contact lasted for several seconds, before he broke it in favour of casting another spell, one of his hands behind her joining in as it wove the air and prepared for arcane shenanigans. Ash instantly recognized this one: it was Web, one of his favourites, that had snared many an orc and goblin and even worse things to its gooey strands. She herself remembered many occasions when it had glued her to the surface of the bed, many times when she saw his sly grin as he approached, helpless to do anything about it but to enjoy the wild ride that always ensued. Well, not this time.

It was a quick spell, only taking a second for him to cast, but it was regardless too slow for her lightning reflexes. "Oh, no you won't," she whispered, as the hand that had so far been preoccupied with his pleasure suddenly left his nethers and caught his arm: he gave a surprised yelp as she turned him around and pressed him against the soft bear fur under them, herself settling atop him, gently but firmly pinning him between the two surfaces. He wriggled and squirmed under her grip, half-heartedly trying to get away, but even that ceased once she brought her mouth down upon him and gave his back a long, good lick, getting a shiver and a whimper in response.

The dragonborn was a good three times his size and five times his weight, to say nothing of her physical strength, granting her the undeniable right to establish her physical dominance over him whenever she so wished. The kobold of course had his spellcasting to compensate, the power to bend the very laws of reality under his will ("You're my love... but the multiverse is my bitch," to quote the archmage himself), not to mention making her one /very/ satisfied woman. In general, the specifics of their mating would usually boil down upon who got the first drop on whom. And this time, Ash noted pleasantly as she lapped upon his back, as her hand found a nice small cranny between the carpet and his stomach to slip into, as she pulled another yip of pleasure from him, she would be the indisputable victor. "Ash... Ohh...!"

Uwe could think of several spells to get him out of this situation, but he did not have very high confidence of being able to cast any of them in his cramped up conditions - and this assuming that he could even find the concentration and willpower, considering how very good it felt. "Mmm..." He could also, of course, simply plead her to stop, and she of course would obey: but that would give her even a more complete victory than simply allowing her to dominate and pleasure him like this, and he would not give her that satisfaction. As such he was reduced to being completely incapable of doing naught but moan his delight to her, clench his fists to the warm furred carpet under them, and buck his hips against the hand that was so tenderly rubbing him. His breathing quickened, his face went increasingly red, the pleasure was gathering up in his loins and about to overflow, and she was licking his face and squeezing his behind until all he could do was to scream...

...And Ash too whimpered, her own body reacting powerfully as he finally gave in under her affections, allowing her to have the victory she so desired. His cries of enjoyment were like nectar upon her ears, which she savoured with much appetite, all the while her lips and tongue were lapping upon the sweet surface of his skin... and her hand was busy milking a very different kind of treat, even more delicious, from his heated body, each powerful throb she felt granting her another short burst of his essence, continuing for seconds after his moaning had ceased, and his body was through the peak of its gratification. "Ohh, Ash..." He looked at her, utterly exhausted and blushing heavily, and she licked his nose affectionately. "That was good."

"I know," she whispered as she lay upon her back, and lifted him from the carpet and set him upon her chest, where he remained, the only distinct movement being his tail lazily swishing behind him, now quite silent. Her hand, drenched with his seed, raised upon her muzzle, allowing her to lick and suckle it all. He tasted salty, but also so very sweet. Meanwhile, her other hand moved on lower and dipped two fingers into herself, finally granting some attention to her own burning body. She was slow and lazy with her touching, not wishing to hurry anything: after all, they still had the whole night to share between themselves.

He was murmuring something again, the voice muffled by her warm skin in where he laid his head: she didn't know this particular spell, so she let him go through with it. She was always ready to try new things. She could still smell the lovely cinnamon from his earlier spell, and now it was joined in the air by a peculiar silvery cloud, leaving from his pointed finger, weaving at the air. It spread across the room, and the silver changed shape, providing them visions of the starry sky outside - and all the while Ash could feel how the bear hide under her became softer, warmer, threatening to swallow her into its depths...

She gasped and jumped as she suddenly noticed she wasn't at the inn anymore. Her fingers left her body, and Uwe fell from her chest to her lap, as she rose up to look around herself. "Wh- Wha-" There were no walls or ceiling around and above her anymore, only the bare sky full of stars. Below her, the floor and the carpet were replaced by something infinitely more soft and puffy than anything she had ever experienced before. "Where are we?" She turned to look at the kobold, who was grinning widely.

"Up above," was his very simple response. A gentle sky breeze assaulted the dragonborn's skin, and she instinctively brought her arms around her to cover herself, before noticing that it was actually quite warm and pleasant. She stopped caring of how in nine hells the cloud could support her weight, her body sinking several inches deep, covered by the warm fluff, yet kept from falling by some powerful unknown magic. Up here there was nothing to obstruct the stars from their view, letting them to shine their light upon the two unrestricted, keeping the darkness away. And over there, where his finger pointed, less than ten feet away from her present location, where the cloud ended and was replaced by a breathtaking sight of countless small lights in the middle of the darkness, the village they had been in only a minute before.

She gleefully grabbed his hand and pulled him against her chest into a tight hug: he laughed as she threw them both straight at the clouds, letting the soft surface envelop them into its comfortable warmth, getting to know and enjoy the gigantic bed they were set upon. "It's lovely," she whispered to him. "So beautiful..." He, in turn, crawled up her body and once again pressed his lips upon hers in a deep, long kiss, letting the contact linger for many seconds, before leaving her muzzle and beginning to pay more attention upon her cheeks, planting a series of small, quick smooches all over her face. "Lemme take you even higher...", he whispered honeyedly, sending a shiver up and down her spine, as he once again traced lower, upon her neck, her collarbone, her chest...

His hands joined the fray, finding a fair grip upon her breasts, kneading and pawing them with much fervor, while his tongue continued lashing the area between them, yielding a small whine from her and making her arch her back for him, urge him further upon his attention for her. She had noted a certain fascination in him concerning that spot, quite possibly because it was a part kobold women lacked entirely - although he himself just claimed they were like warm fleshy pillows to which he loved to cuddle. This time, though, there was a slight questioning tone in his touches, as if he was exploring it all over again despite knowing it very well already, groping her all over... and lifting his muzzle from her to take a closer look to them, his eyes narrowing. Eventually, his hands just stopped, and lay there for several seconds, gently stroking her.

His gaze met hers, his eyebrows raising in a questioning tone. She kept the eye contact, saying nothing, her face betraying no emotion aside from enjoyment... had he noticed something? But then, to her relief, he just shrugged and began to move on lower across her body.

Dismissing what he had just thought he saw as but imagination, tracing his fingers lower across her curves, gently touching and massaging the pure, firm muscle he felt under her scales, granting her lovely body all the attention he could. He was a small guy, and she was a big girl, so this was something he had to spend much time and effort to - and not a single moment wasted, he thought, as she once again whimpered upon his affections. "O-ohh..." He discovered a tiny bit of additional mass upon her lower stomach, barely noticeable, something that had not been there last week: it was the midwinter celebration with all its heavy food, he reasoned, that had led her in gaining some additional weight, and his tongue set upon exploring this new spot and making it his own as he had done to the rest of her ages ago. She reacted favourably.

As his nose went even further south, it was suddenly - but not unexpectedly - assaulted by a strong, pleasant aroma of purest desire, forcing a heavy, shruddering breath from his lungs - and in turn making her whine lowly as the faint blow of hot air hit her most sensitive regions. "Mmm..." He breathed in heavily, savouring the scent, her evident arousal making him tremble all over, awakening his own body from its slumber and quickly making it forget all about the attentions she had given him only minutes ago. As his hands remained upon her hips, gently rubbing, his muzzle trailed lower upon her, drawing a gasp from her lungs as his tongue gently brushed her swollen, sensitive mound, granting it some of the attention it had so waited for. The taste of her body made him tingle all the more, pleasantly stirring his loins.

He began slowly, with faint, barely noticeable brushes upon her body, teasing her all over with his small kobold tongue. She quivered as he very briefly visited her folds, planted a quick and nigh unnoticeable kiss upon her most sensitive spot, that small red love button, and then, much to her frustration, turned his attention upon eagerly lapping the delicious stray wetness from her hips and lower stomach and inner thighs. Soon enough, a large dragonborn palm came over to the top of his head, pushing him closer and urging him upon his attentions: "D-don't tease me..." He would indeed have liked to tantalize her some more, but she was impatient and strong, and so he settled upon suckling her deeper and with more ardour.

As his palms moved on to her rear, to press her closer against him (as if his weak hands could do anything her strength wasn't already doing), his tongue set upon its task with all the capacity. No longer delicate or faint, he licked her all over, quickly and strongly, listening to her gasps and moans of enjoyment and drinking every bit of her nectar, his prize for being so attentive to her. Drawn by its taste and smell, driven into lust by its strength, he quickly went deeper, yielding a powerful shrudder from her as he buried deep into her, straight to the source, feeding upon her quickly and without self-restraint, listening to her louder moaning, feeling her loins pressing against his muzzle just as he pressed against them, driving her closer and closer to her peak... then suddenly that one last bit of his consciousness, that hadn't yet been blurred by passion, briefly took over and pulled him away from her.

Immediately feeling the loss, Ash opened her eyes and looked down upon him, meeting his grinning gaze. "W-why'd you stop...?", she asked weakly. Much to her disappointment and frustration, he weakly crawled out from between her legs, and laid himself next to her, hugging her close. "Because I want to try something new...", he responded. "You like trying new things, don't you?"

She didn't respond. It was true, of course, but she wasn't quite as sure about it when she was about to reach the peak of her passion. Whining, she tried to bring a hand down between her legs, to stop herself from lowering down from the apex of pleasure she was just about to hit... only to have that hand gently grabbed and taken away by his. "What're you up to?", she groaned discontently, only to turn it into a quickened gasp as he brought up his tail for her to see, a simple gesture that told her everything about what he was now going to do. The long, flexible limb lowered back down upon her thigh, from which it travelled towards warmer climates, drawing another gasp from her as it brushed her. "You like trying new things, don't you?", he repeated his question, in a far more teasing tone.

"Y-yes...!", the dragonborn whispered heatedly, wantonly, and the blushing kobold smiled at her, the tip of his tail brushing her further, rapidly building her back up to the full excitement. She gave a loud, voluptuous sigh, as it finally, all too slowly, parted her lips and easily glided within her slick passage: it was somewhat more rough and rugged than what would usually venture down here, pleasantly raking her inner walls as it moved on deeper without an impediment, its path well lubricated by the irritatingly long foreplay. The tail began thin and narrow, but as it went on it quickly thickened, until it spread her as wonderfully as he normally did, if not more - but reached much deeper, and... "Ohh...!", she moaned as the tip, buried somewhere within her walls, suddenly twisted and turned to touch and prod her, investigate every single nook and cranny within her, explore places in her body none had ever tried before, nearly making her come right there and then when she learned all these delicious new things from her body.

"Nnhh...", Uwe grunted lowly, as she inadvertendly gripped his head tighter with her hand, as she applied all her concentration and willpower upon managing to endure through his tender attentions, to drag out the spoils of his victory for a few sweet moments more. She hugged him closer to her body, and he returned the notion: his eyes were closed, and he was smiling widely, as if dreaming some wonderful dream... His tail was now moving out of her, its tip still hooked to rake her walls pleasurably. She was so close now, "Ohhh...", so very close... and then, completely out of nowhere, the tail thrusted right back into her, with all the strength it could muster, and that was all it took.

And Ash threw her head back and screamed for all the skies to hear, as the initial powerful shockwave left her crotch and crashed over her body with great force, locking out all coherent thought, blurring her vision, and shutting her body tightly around his tail, arching her back against it, desperately trying to keep it inside her. It did move outside, despite her best efforts, but her disappointment was extremely short-lived when it suddenly rammed right back within, stimulating her pulsating walls all the more and making her see stars - others than the ones already on the night sky, that is. It continued acting upon this manner, each time it thrusted back inside prolonging her ecstasy, numbing her body out of pleasure, spreading the warm wetness she felt all over her lower stomach and inner thighs, and little by little taking her breath away, as she was trying to gasp Uwe's name over and over, until she nearly passed out. Only then it ended.

Her body spent, the pleasurable warmth of afterglow hitting in, she allowed herself to slump back on to the cloud. Her capability for breathing restored, the dragonborn instantly took advantage of this by drawing in great lungfuls of air, silently whimpering her pleasure. She hissed lowly as his tail withdrew from her overly sensitive body, and directed her exhausted, half-closed eyes upon her lover, who was smiling at her. He was sitting there next to her, eagerly licking and suckling off the fragrant liquid she had left upon his tail, his own arousal very visible but for now ignored. He didn't resist when she picked him up and lifted him upon her chest, and responded avidly when she kissed him deep. Much to her delight, she could taste herself upon his lips, and kept the contact in an attempt to try and suckle off a few drops of it for herself.

Her left hand lay upon his back, stroking him gently, while the right one slipped between their bodies, upon his stomach, and lower... he shivered warmly at the touch, giving a low nonsensical murmur as he was finally given attention, after several minutes of disregard. "Mmhh... hey, hold on... I have a surprise for you." Her hand did not leave its position as he turned around on his back, continuing on touching him while his own right hand reached out to the sky, towards the stars. There was one in particular, shining brightly, that was covered from her sight by his palm: he closed his fist around in the air, and when it left, the star was gone as well - as if he had just grabbed it from the sky. He picked up her left hand, idly resting upon his chest, slipping something in his fing- and that was when she realized what he was doing, and it stole her breath away as she squealed. "U-uwe...!"

He turned back on his stomach, but her right hand, stroking him until now, did not follow him this time, instead landing upon his bottom and remaining there in confusion: Ash had been rendered utterly catatonic, capable of doing nothing but blushing and looking at her finger, and the ring it now held. It was made out of gold, with a diamond studded in it, beautiful and most certainly very expensive: this being from Uwe, it also likely contained several powerful magic spells, but what currently concerned her was the symbolic meaning... "We've been through hells together...", he whispered at her - and it was true, in every meaning of the word: just a couple days ago, in fact, they had once again invaded Abyss and left it a burning wreck (that is, burning even more than before). "...so how about we tried out how heaven feels like?"

"Ohh, Uwe...", she stammered, finally getting her voice back. "I-it's bea-... it's beautiful, but... I mean... this was so sudden, I don't... don't know if-" She was regularly cut off by her uneven breathing, understandably nervous about the situation, while he was relatively calm, externally, not breathing hard or struggling to get a word out. But on the inside, she saw a veritable maelstorm of different emotions: there was love, of course, and hope, and happiness - but also great fear, possibly of her rejecting him. As seconds passed, the dragonborn gradually calmed down, but the kobold sitting on top of her began to look all the more tense. He was waiting for her response, but also afraid of it, so very afraid. A part of him was really, honestly, thinking that she would say no...

How could he think that she would reject him? How could he doubt her love for him so...? ...Or, for that matter, how could SHE doubt it?

She knew the answer now. She felt the taut muscles under his skin as she gently pulled him down for a hug. He relaxed a bit as she kissed him, not as deeply or as passionately as before, but gently, lovingly... and he responded in kind, and when she pulled back, he was beaming. "D-does that mean...?"

She smiled back at him. "Yeah...", she whispered. "Yeah, heaven sounds nice... let's give it a try." And with a happy, high-pitched cry, Uwe wrapped his arms tightly around her and buried his face to her neck. He laughed out of joy and relief, holding her as close to him as he could, like she would turn to smoke and disappear if he ever loosened his grasp even in the slightest, whispering "We're gonna get married!", over and over like it would fade away in a dream if he ever stopped saying it. Ash was somewhat more reserved with it, certainly smiling widely as she pulled him closer to her, but not literally jumping or screaming with joy. She was happy, of course, but she would have been even more so if there wasn't a particular heavyish weight on her heart, dormant until now, but brought to surface by this most recent development.

And of course, they had learned to know each other very well during these wonderful times together, and just as she feared, he immediately recognized her gloominess, pulling back from her. "Is something wrong?", he inquired, his tone and face full of worry and care. "Y-you do want this, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, yes...!", she hurried to reassure him of her intentions, the expression of mild doubt that was quickly spreading over his face far too much for her to take. "I-it's just that...", she tried to begin making her case, but hesitated. She had no idea how he would take it, whether he would make it all the sweeter or ruin the moment entirely - indeed, she herself wasn't at all sure whether it would be good or bad news. But he was not stupid, far from it, and would smell a rat within another week: she would much prefer him to hear the news from her mouth rather than figuring it out himself. This was, perhaps, the best opportunity she would get. And so, the dragonborn inhaled deeply, looked at him solemnly, and finally began: "Uwe, I... I have something important to tell you..."

He tried to laugh, but her serious face made it rather difficult. "Go right ahead, then," he prompted her, trying to sound merry about it but failing miserably. "I don't think anything could catch me off guard anym-" And then she told him, right at the middle of his sentence, just to get it over with.

And just as she had suspected, his boasting had been quite unfounded: there was one highly uncomfortable second as this new piece of information travelled from his ears to his brain, followed by an almost visible jolt as the shock opened his eyes wide and took away his breath. He managed a "What?" as he leapt away from her, landing upon the clouds, looking straight at her with seven different kinds of horror simultaneously at his face. "Are you joking...?" He tried to force a smile on his face, but as she remained serious, it died away. "Y-you're not joking... you're really going to... you're..." Ash had been expecting this initial reaction, of course, and tried not to feel too horrible about it: after all, she had had a more or less the same attitude when she had first found out.

Uwe was breathing hard and deep now, trying to digest the small but crucial piece of information she had just given him. "B-but that's..." It was just two words... two words that had struck to him like lightning from clear night sky. It was the last thing needed to make this night truly memorable, although he hadn't yet decided if it was in a good or bad way. Many seconds passed, and he finally managed to make an attempt to get a hold of himself: "Okay...", he breathed out in an assuring tone, gathering his thoughts, rising to his knees and putting his hand upon her stomach, carefully, as if afraid that she was about to explode. "All right... that's, um... improbable."

This was true: oh, certainly their relationship saw much fun, but they were always protected accordingly. "Y-yeah...", Ash managed. With the initial shock past his system, but the true ramifications of this only beginning to sink in, he sought for solace and warmth by climbing back upon his favourite spot, settling in between her chest and gently prodding her nose with his. He nearly told her that he would have been less afraid about trying the burning hells once again than going through with this, which did hold a certain degree of truth, although he was also getting increasingly excited - but in the end, refrained from going with that particular route, instead opting with: "This is just like a science project."

He managed his first smile since hearing the news. The dragonborn did not respond in kind, instead frowning at him. Said: "You know, comparing having a baby together into one of your..." she waved the air, struggling to find the correct word, "...test tube things and homunculi and whatnot... is quite possibly the single least romantic thing you've ever said to me." He chuckled, and apologised wordlessly by reaching in and nuzzling her cheek, a gesture to which she did respond favourably, closing her eyes and sighing as she gave in to his tender affections. One hand landed on his back, pushed him deeper to her cleavage: another found his behind and grasped, getting a quiet yelp out of him.

The kobold tried to kiss her, but got no chance to do so, before she had already pushed her lips to his, her right hand rubbing and massaging his bottom all the rougher: "Mmm...", he muttered to the kiss, and did not resist (as if he could have) as she rolled over, trapping him under her, against the soft clouds. "Mood swings?", he joked: the resulting burst of laughter from her was almost enough for him to flee her grasp, but she managed to grab him from his leg and pull him back under her. As a punishment, if it could have been called such, Ash brought her mouth to bear, lapping every bit of her lover's surface that she could reach, admiring his wiry build with her eyes and tongue, tasting the surface of his skin, leering the muscles under it, and listening his passionate moans.

Utterly incapable of opposing her even if he had wanted to do so, Uwe simply closed his eyes, allowing her to coat him all over with her warm moisture, grasping the clouds under him, letting his tail swish all over freely, enjoying her lewd touch. He felt two large hands grasping him, as if he was going anywhere, groping and fondling him and increasing to the pleasure. Much to his frustration, she deliberately missed his increasingly heated loins, the attention enough to build him back to the state of arousal he was in only a few minutes ago, but denying him any enjoyment beyond that point. "Ash...", he managed to breath her name, in between his gasps, anxious and wanton to the point of being reduced to beg for her to finish him. "Please..."

That single word set the dragonborn's own nethers alight, burning her with newfound desire: she barely resisted the temptation to indulge upon it herself, to quench those flames with her own palm and fingers, for she had more important matters to deal with first. She pulled back from him to gaze with full, lustful eyes at the wonderful sight presented for her, the panting, heavily blushing kobold, his chest rising and lowering in rhythm with his shruddering breath, his skin glistening with the dampness of her own tongue, accentuating his strong muscles - and most of all, the tragically disregarded part between his legs, begging for her attention and love, making her own body tingle all the more. Ash licked her lips, slowly closing in, breathing against his length, and making him shrudder in craving. He groaned as she finally landed down on it, sweeping over him in a long, slow lick, savouring its taste, giving them both a wonderful premonition of better things to come.

Letting out a blissful sigh, Uwe allowed his eyes lull shut as his hips weakly raised upwards to meet Ash's touch, her warm, wet lips and tongue enveloping him fully and sending pleasurable shrudders up and down his spine. "O-ohh...!" The rest of the whole world faded to the background, beyond his understanding and care, as he concentrated fully upon his lover feeding at him, eagerly suckling at its base and licking the scales around it, leisurely heading upwards and giving his whole length her full attention, before reaching his tip and lapping it like a candy, drawing a powerful shrudder from him and making her giggle as she lowered herself back down and started it all over. His hands found her head and urged her forward, his thighs pressed against her cheeks, while his head lay down against the soft cloud under it, wagging his tail involuntarily under him...

A strong hand lay upon his stomach, prompting him to yield under its touch and cease the motion of his hips as they gently pushed him down to the fluff under him, the magical surface embracing him as gently as she did. He felt himself pulse and burn under her, asking nor getting no respite from the dragonborn, each throb of his body sending a small, uncontrollable gush of him for her to taste, predicting for the apex of his pleasure that was quickly mounting inside him. "S-so close..." She did not slow down: on the contrary, he could feel her picking up the pace at every second, rocking up and down over him faster and faster, visibly eager to send him over the edge.

Her hand was upon him still, gently massaging his stomach and chest, helping him relax his tense muscles and adding in to the pleasure. He didn't know where her other hand was, nor did he care in the slightest - but he found a newfound interest on that particular subject when he suddenly felt a finger laid upon his nose... and on his very next inhale his nostrils were assaulted by an extremely powerful and appealing scent, straight from the heavens, full of pheromones, and together with the idea of where exactly that finger had been just a moment ago, it was the final straw that drove him in his glorious release. "A-ahh!" And he screamed his lungs empty to the stars, gripped her head tighter with his shruddering arms and thighs, and relinguished his life-giving warmth for her in short, heavy bursts, making his lover giggle to her meal, the recoil of each sending a powerful wave of pleasure crashing through his own body, making him gasp and repeatedly cutting off his cry, and later whimper, of joy.

Ash gleefully took in every single drop she could milk out of him, filling her maw with the fragrant liquid, welcoming the wonderful taste of his body on her tongue... she pressed her palm upon his chest to feel the beating of his heart, and relished the moans of pleasure he was making from between his lips, now closed around her finger, which he was eagerly suckling on. "Mmmh..." Her own unattended body was burning, a trickle of moisture quickly spreading over her thighs: truthfully, this particular climax she was giving him was rather reluctant for her, almost painful, and more than once she had had to stop herself from rising up from him unfinished, presenting herself for him and begging him to make love to her. For this time, the dragonborn had other plans for him: although she had enjoyed his taste greatly, she had not swallowed even once, having different plans for his essence.

"Hm...?" Uwe was so adorable, she thought, as he watched her approach with half-shut eyes, confused at what she was about, unaware and unsuspecting. He gave a very surprised yelp when her lips met him in a fierce, hot smooch, her tongue prodding out of her mouth and into his, generously sharing the taste she was still holding... She didn't try to grab him this time, giving him an opportunity to escape her intentions, perfectly aware and prepared to the possibility that here might be one kink he would not enjoy: but instead he had met the kiss with almost an equal ardor, pressing his own tongue to meet hers, tasting himself without prejudice. Many seconds passed before they pulled away from each other, and when they did, she observed him smacking his lips for a moment experimentally before swallowing, and shruddering. "D-don't do that again...", he told her.

"Hmm?" She was rather amused of his reaction. "Why is it that I like my own taste but you don't like yours?"

"I dunno... maybe it's a guy thing." He yawned, then pressed himself against her body once more. She responded with one hand, pulling him closer, but the other one went south, finally attending to the needs of her own body, long overdue. Ash moaned as she felt the contact, two digits sinking to her drenched, burning depths... She didn't hold back, start slow, or simply wait for the main event: the dragonborn was impatient and needy, having waited for too long, and realized that there would be no help coming for her this time, that this was something she had to do herself. Pleasure welled up within her once more as her palm rubbed over her slick surface, as her fingers repeatedly dipped inside her, as she was finally giving herself what she had just given to Uwe.

She didn't like to resort to her own hand, and thankfully didn't often have to, but her most recent stunt, fun as it was, had taken a heavy toll on the kobold. She had satisfied him, she hoped, as well as surprised him thoroughly and tried out something new: that had been worth it, certainly, but even so, as a result she had exhausted him and rendered him incapable to return the favour. She gently hugged him closer and whimpered silently as she indulged to herself, trying hard not to disturb his rest... Her crotch moved upwards, against the sky, her thighs and lower stomach were thoroughly soaked, her wet palm and fingers moved faster and harder and more heated as she neared up her climax... just a little bit further...

And then, all of sudden, she was prevented from finishing herself by an unseen force. A powerful but soft hand, shaped out of the same clouds she was resting upon, had grabbed her wrist and gently directed her hand away from herself. "Wh-?" The surface under and around her moved and changed shape, lifting her upwards and closing in around her to gently caress her burning body. Her blurred gaze saw a pair of starry eyes and a smile, a muzzle touching and rubbing hers, moving across her cheek and licking her: she was still rather too confused to realize what was going on, surprised by the unexpected things and frustrated of the release that had been denied from her.

"What's the matter?", Uwe murmured softly to her ear. His hands were upon her shoulders, rubbing and massaging her, while his tongue spent some time with her cheek before returning to her vision, a look of jest on his face. "You'd rather have your fingers than me? Shame on you." And then he kissed her, with infinitely more vigor than he should have had, and Ash whimpered as her brain finally began to realize what was going on, that he was there to satisfy her after all, and she responded with equal force. As his muzzle left hers, in favour of her jaw and her throat, basking them as well in faint moisture, she registered another faint wetness upon her cheek, like another tongue... "Mmm...?" but when her hand moved up to investigate, there was nothing there. The phantom lick was there, occasionally moving upon her nose and other cheek instead, well beyond her understanding but feeling very good regardless.

Meanwhile, his lips had found her collarbone, upon which they spent not much time before heading further south, on her bosom, and assaulting it with much passion. She giggled and moaned as he groped her, and gave a loud gasp as he kissed at a vulnerable nub of flesh, nibbling and suckling and nursing at her for quite long. "Ohh, yess..." The sensation made her blush and had her full attention, except for her eyes, which moved at his rear, and affixed themselves upon his tail, lashing left and right like a whip, a sure sign that he was excited: she brought a hand upon him to grope him, and he whimpered upon his meal in turn. The clouds stroking and petting her all around were growing more daring as well, more intimate, drawing another whimper out of her as one thick tendril tickled her inner thighs, and gently brushed her sensitive crotch, still burning and needy.

She felt a certain longing as his lips moved away from her, looking at her chest with a little bit of sadness in his eyes as he stroked her gently. "You know, I just realized...", he began, a sly smile spreading across his face, "that it's going to get more crowded around here soon..." And Ash laughed at the observation, quaking her entire body in mirth, while he poked her other breast playfully. "Good thing you've got two."

"W-what if I get twins?", she dared to ask, getting an exaggaratedly loud gasp from his lungs, a face of mock horror spreading over him. "No! That would be my doom!" He gave a much less feigned yelp as she, laughing still, shoved his body away from her, upon the clouds. Much to her enjoyment, his relative lack of attention did not detract the pressure she felt upon her chest, two sets of invisible fingers having moved to replace his hands, joining the tongue that was still lapping her face, making her gasp for breath. She saw naught but his tail down on the cloud, her own body having been lifted higher on a small bed made of the soft warm stuff, as he quickly scurried towards south, his head eventually poking up, back to her sight, between her legs. "No, seriously, if it's twins, I might-" he began in a conversational tone, but ceased as she grabbed his head and pulled him back atop her. He got the idea and nested himself comfortably upon her hips and between her legs, getting a small whine out of her when she felt him upon her threshold, ready to move inside.

Uwe had seen the sacrifice she had given for him, putting his own pleasure before her own: he wanted to pay it back for her, and he had the magic to do so. He had cast a spell upon himself, allowing him to postpone the exhaustion he was feeling, pulling it back momentarily for one more burst of energy. He only had five minutes, before it would return with interest, only five minutes to pay back the debt he felt he owed to her: as such he did not waste any time pushing into her, his movement a single fast, smooth motion, drawing a powerful gasp from both of them. Immediately her hands joined him there, one landing upon his bottom and urging him on, the other on the nape of his neck, pressing him against her stomach.

He shruddered and whimpered as he felt her burning around him, the powerful throbbing of her body against his, the nigh steaming wetness spreading all around and dampening his hips. It was his very favourite place in all the multiverse, there between her strong muscular thighs, nuzzling against and licking her warm stomach, his arms wrapped across her waist, feeling himself hilted deep within her... He loved it there, sometimes burying himself there for hours to an end, just enjoying the warmth and closeness with her, in times when they felt less lustful and only wanted to cuddle themselves into sleep. But this was not one of those times.

"Y-you're so warm...", he cooed at his lover, drawing a powerful whine from her, as he slowly glided out of her, finally beginning to make love to her. "So needy...", he moved back with a groan, feeling her body response to the movement extremely favourably, hearing her moan her pleasure for him. "It's all right now...", he moved back outside, "I'm here for you... Ahh...!", he thrust inward, her large hips rising forward to meet him: he felt no friction upon her ample, well lubricated body, only pleasurable sucking, feeling almost pulled inside her folds.

"Ohh... faster... please...", he heard her plead, barely getting words out of her panting, groaning mouth... he hurried to oblige, pulling out of her in a faster pace, and almost immediately pushing his hips back to meet hers in a single smooth motion, speeding up their mating, drawing another scream from her as he felt her climax nearing, her body getting all the more desperate upon him: he was not very far off the mark himself, despite having been drained out by her only minutes in the past, his magic granting him temporary strength and drawing him forward. "Mmm..." His tongue was lashing out to her, his chest lying against her stomach and dragging across it at his motions, as he tried to absorb as much of her heat to himself as possible, feeling increasingly stimulated as her inner walls throbbed against his length...

Ash, for her own part, could not do much except for enjoy the ride as he pounded her, gripping him between her soaked thighs and feeling his back and rear with her hands, listening to his yips of pleasure as she herself moaned loudly for him. "Yess...", she hissed, "It's good, so good, keep going..." He was going full speed now, each thrust making her feel all the hotter, each pumping motion launching a small warm burst of himself into her center, already well in the blessed condition, foretelling his greatest gift that she was so waiting for. "Ohh, Uwe...", the dragonborn whispered, her voice full of ecstasy, as her own peak was only seconds away, her mind shutting down as the pleasure mounted, her lungs and mouth calling out the words she was now saying almost involuntarily... "I love you... I love you so... Uwe...!"

This was all nothing new for the kobold, of course, but he blushed heavily nonetheless: as obvious as it was, it was always so very nice to hear those three lovely words, those which they didn't tell to each other at all often enough. Her words would have driven him into her even harder, if it was in any way possible, and if it had made any difference in the end anyway, with her already beyond the point of no return, and him swiftly approaching it. She could mouth no coherent sentences anymore, only animalistic, feral roars: her hands and thighs were squeezing him against her, her narrow passage gripping him like a vice, releasing truly awesome volumes of her nectar to lubricate his final assault, and to soak them both thoroughly just on principle.

And Uwe joined in her scream with his own, not as loud, but with none the less emotion involved. His body shruddered, his tail stiffened and straighted, and his hands grasped her sides as hard as he could to desperately find support from her, as he joined her at the top, trembling against her and throbbing within her, gushing into her and filling her with his warmth... He gasped for breath and moaned to her belly, feeling her warm hands massaging him, having begun to get down from his peak, still giving her his essence, albeit in far lesser amounts. "I... I love you too...", he managed finally, utterly drained: even the older exhaustion, delayed by the power of his magic, was now returning to him, draining all strength from his muscles, and leading him into clinging weakly to her.

With his last ounce of strength, he raised his arm and muttered words of power... and then he knew no more.

Ash jumped again from surprise, but far less than she had in the first time, being now more familiar with the trick. As she regained her composure, she found herself back at her inn room, lying on the bear hide, next to the fireplace, now burning with far less fire. Her lover, now her fiancé, had snuggled against her in between her legs, in deep slumber: she tried her best to not disturb him as she pulled the blanket to cover them both, and went to sleep herself.

Her final thought was that she should buy him a ring, as well.

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"Shameless acts in public, for everyone to see...", St. Nicholas shook his head diapprovingly. "Dear dear, that's a few less presents for these two." And he put a couple negative points to the list for one particular dragonborn paladin and kobold wizard (both full of very positive mentions already). Roger the elf looked at him, his eyes narrowed.

"Sir, with all due respect, fifty thousand feet in the air hardly counts as 'public'..."

"Hmph!" Old Nick's great big bushy beard bristled, as he prepared to assert his authority over the cheeky elf. "Any flying wizard or a dragon could have seen them! Think of all the children of intelligent flying magical creatures, who might have been passing by, having their minds forever stained by those two Naughty persons...!"

"Then perhaps you might also want to add yourself a couple negatives for serious acts of voyeurism!"

He would have blushed heavily if his face wasn't covered by that blasted beard. "I was only checking if they were really doing such horrible, horrible-"

"We circled four times above them and you checked them out with your binoculars."

"I did not!"

"Yes you did, I saw you."

"You can't prove anything...!"

By the way, dear readers, if you have read this far... you are all Naughty people who get their kicks out of spying upon a happy couple. Santa has already given you all a huge minus for the rest year: less presents for the whole bunch of ya at Christmas -10. Shame on you.