50 shades of rainbow

50 Shades of Rainbow
Chapter 3

The temperature in the room simultaneously rose and fell as the Glace and the Flarei started to get hot and bothered (metaphorically of course). At the same time, the Keldir slathered her horn in a special concoction that the Glace had whipped up just previously, which caused it to spark and crackle.

“Oh, I’m coming“, the tiny blue vixen cried as the buxom Keldir rammed her love horn into her moist ice cave. All the while the… extremely limber flat-chested Flarei ran a bottle of mead past her rear mounds and straight into her chocolate hotdog hallway. The liquor splashing out of the bottle made for its own lube as the reinforced glass slowly slid in and out at first, then faster, and faster as it also began to heat up.

“It’s… it’s so…hot!!” the little lady cried as she was penetrated in both ends. “It… burns so good!”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the inn room, two others watched on in an odd mix of horror and curiosity. The younger of the two, with her emerald hair shining in the full moonlight shimmering through the window, looked up at her elder friend.

“Sehanine smiles upon us tonight.”

“A-are you implying we join them?!” the redheaded elf cried out in startlement.

“We don’t have to.” The other elven woman dropped her pants without hesitation, then her lacy violet panties. Where ordinarily her panty hamster would be, a large, dark-skinned throbbing gigglestick sprouted, hard and proud, in its place.

“What?! How did you do that?!” The young elven woman cried in distress.

“Ancient secret.” The younger of the pair put her arms around the older’s waist. “But… does it really, really matter?” Her hands slipped under her shirt, undoing the fasteners below as she went along.

I’m not sure how comfortable I am with this…”

“Oh, I think you’re… plenty comfortable. You just don’t want to say it…”

There goes the shirt.

“B-but…”

And the bra.

“Shhhhhh… no words, only good fierce loving now.”

And the skirt.

I… okay.”

And the panties.

There, isn’t that better…?” The other elf pulled an arrow from the nearby quiver by the bed, and dipped it in a special solution nearby that the Glace had left over. “I have a… special surprise for you.” She proceeded to reach around and slowly nudge the arrow, magically dulled from the solution, up her partner’s butt flower.

Back with the other women, it seemed they were finished raiding the Glace’s treasure caverns, and now she was busy at work preparing an alchemical recipe. “Oh… oh yes… this will do nicely, I think.”

“Just make it quick!” The Keldir shouted, as she put her now-frigid horn up the Flarei’s mayonnaise drain. But the sudden noise from the other end of the room grabbed the attention of the trio.

 “Please, please fuck me harder!” The firecrotch roared as the Glace continued preparing her ‘special’ alchemical compound. The windy lady parted her vertical smile and thrusted her mighty man noodle forth into the elf’s crumpet trumpet.

And in that moment, the whole room was ablaze with the passion of the Flarei and cacophonous with cries of pleasure and depravity as the emerald stallion forced her yogurt cannon deeper and deeper into the flaming elven maiden’s stimulus package. You could swear that the whole inn would want them arrested for the noise, if you discounted the fact that it would be near-abandoned from the fear about the recent zombie outbreak.

“Aha! I’ve got it!” The Glace suddenly cried out, holding up a vial and a small dropper and rushing over to the green-haired stud as she continued to hip-thrust her weeping cock into the elf’s baby hole.

“Hold still for a moment while I…” The Glace dropped a few drops of a fluid that shimmered both blue and red at the same time onto the woman-stud’s wank wank sack bag. This of course caused the both of them to squeal in surprise.

“I-it’s hot and cold at the same time!”

“It’s… amazing! A miracle lube!”

It so happened that this ignited the fires of passion in the pair enough that a mysterious wind began to swirl about the room. And in the mean time, the steam from the Flarei being cooled by the Keldir caused clouds, actual, legitimate clouds, to gather toward the ceiling and flow outside. Not long after, it began to pour rain on them, as if they had created a literal rainstorm inside their room of orgasmic pleasure, with their cries as the thunder of the storm.

Which they had.

They were all locked in the throes of passion so much that no one noticed the curtains to the north of the room rustling, and they continued to grow louder.

But all went silent as the lights dimmed, and the cutains spread open, revealing the sexy, buxom Deva beyond them, naked as a newborn baby, wearing five unique strapons each with a different size Communism Stick brushing over her rainbow carpet.

The five gasped.

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…” The Flarei whispered.

“It’s more incredible than my Captain Thongpounder.” The [race] stated.

“It’ smells so… colorful… like skittles.” The Keldir gasped.

“That’s right. You know you want this.” The Deva hip-thrusted her five midnight meat trains forward, “Well, ladies, have I got good news for you. It’s aaaaaallllllll yours. Come and get it.”

And all five of the other women, the impromptu pork soldier’s throbbing meat truncheon included, leaped on her, each cramming a different false love muscle into a different orifice (although the Flarei’s fluff got in the way a few times), and cried out in sensual pleasure.

It may have been the most incredible moment in their lives. Somewhere in the Astral Sea, even the gods cried out in ecstasy. And in a universe far far away, long separated from our own, perhaps created by some daring demiurge, on a planet far different from ours, many, many buckets started filling without explanation.

It was the most amazing night the world had ever seen.