The Calm After the Storm

Dark grey clouds spread over the blue of sky, congregating overhead into a menacing mass that hung like the judgement of God. Blue arcs of lightning cracked across the sky, falling ever lower, shattering booms of thunder rolling down with a force that felt like it could shatter rock.
Traxex could only watch as a rainfall broke, the static in the air causing the hair on her arms to stand on end. At the eye of the storm floated a cackling figure, whirling a whip of lightning that at any moment could conduct through the sleeting water and threaten to fry her where she stood. In as many breaths, she notched and loosed three arrows at the revenant, only to find them deflected harmlessly by the being's armour.
"You had best concede, ranger!" the revenant laughed at her. "Alone, you stand no-"
"I'm not alone, Razor," she hissed. "Now!"
A blinding flash of pale pinkish light cut through the rain from behind Razor, a sharp afterimage left on Traxex's retinas. Razor spun around as the psychic blade struck his midsection. The revenant howled in pain. His whip lashed out, searching for the unseen attacker.
From out of invisibility, Traxex noticed the Templar Assassin roll away from Razor's wild strikes. So, too, did the revenant, as his attacks focused on her lean form. The storm itself struck at her, pummelling at the flimsy-looking psychic barrier that protected her.
One. Two. Three. Four. Twice Razor's whip struck, and twice bolts of lightning shot down from the sky. The bubble wavered, but remained active.
Five. Six. The bubble burst, and then Lanaya struck, whirling around to cast her psi blades at her enemy. As she did, Traxex let loose a volley of arrows, aimed at the chinks in Razor's armour.
Seven. As the projectiles impacted on Razor, ripping through his armour and shredding the energy within, one final crack of the whip struck at Lanaya. Its searing arc let loose a flash of blue light on contact, and Traxex stumbled back, momentarily blinded.
She blinked twice, clearing her vision. Lanaya knelt on the ground before the shattered husk of the Lightning Revenant, breathing heavily from exertion. Her head flicked up, the assassin's intense gaze meeting the ranger's own.
"Are you alright?" the ranger called.
Lanaya nodded, and stood up slowly. "He… he only grazed me, I think," she replied, rolling her shoulder. The assassin must have noticed the shocked look on Traxex's face, because she frowned.
"What's wrong?"
The ranger raised her hand, pointed. "Your - your top."
Lanaya glanced down, still frowning, and her expression changed to one of horror as she realised Razor's severing lash had cut away her chestpiece, exposing both breasts to the air. She shrieked, covering herself with her arms, but the image had already seared itself onto Traxex's mind - firm and large, the pale violet skin capped with deep purple nipples that beaded with water from the remainders of the storm.
"D-did you s-see?" she whispered. Traxex's voice caught in her throat, the mental picture of that magnificent pair bursting in front of her eyes.
"I did," she admitted. "But I did like what I saw."
"Trax!" Lanaya protested. "That's not appropriate!"
Traxex seized the moment, not entirely thinking with her head. "You aren't ashamed of them, are you? You shouldn't be."
"What's gotten into you?!"
"I don't know," she grinned. "But I think I know what I want to do."
Lanaya blushed adorably. "I - listen, you can't, I…"
The ranger stepped forward, grasped the assassin by the waist, and pressed their lips together. Despite Lanaya's earlier protests, the kiss was soon returned, their lips parting to allow their tongues to dance around each other in a ballet of passion and barely-restrained desire. She tasted violet on her lips, and clung harder to the kiss as if she were drowning.
The assassin moved her hands behind Traxex's back, clumsily working to unbuckle the fastens on her armour. Traxex took advantage of this to move her right hand higher, cupping one of Lanaya's firm, yet delightfully yielding, breasts. Her thumb flicked across the nipple, and a soft gasp into her mouth assured her that she had made the right move.
The Drow Ranger's armour fell away as Lanaya undid the last buckle clasping it together. Underneath, she wore a loose-fitting white chemise. Still cupping the assassin's breast with one hand, Traxex used her free hand to roughly grasp and rip away the remains of her outfit, rendering the entirety of herself unto the air. Her own breasts, smaller than Lanaya's yet just as firm, bounced free with the motion. Inevitably, the assassin's gaze moved downwards, clouded with lust.
"More?" Traxex whispered seductively. A soft whimper was her only response. Taking this as confirmation to proceed, she broke away the kiss, trailing her lips across Lanaya's cheek, to her neck, and lightly kissing her throat. Her hands, too, moved downwards, running across the assassin's toned stomach and down between her thighs. Probing digits reached underneath the tight hem of Lanaya's leggings, feeling for the warmth between her thighs.
Her hand stopped suddenly, finding… no, it couldn't be, surely?
"Lanaya… is that…"
The assassin twisted away from Traxex's embrace, again covering her breasts as she shot her a sullen glare. "It's exactly what you think it is, damn you. It's the worst of the Hidden Temple's 'gifts'."
The ranger smiled, regardless of the surprise she had found. "So you have a penis. So what? I don't mind. And I'm sure there are plenty of others who wouldn't either."
Lanaya frowned, confusion evident in her expression. "Really? You don't?"
"Of course not!"
To emphasise, Traxex knelt down and, in one smooth motion, wrenched down her companion's leggings, allowing the Templar mutation to burst out of its confines. Her eyes widened as she beheld something much, much larger than she had anticipated.
"…oh," was all the Drow Ranger had to say. Lanaya was not only long, an easy seven and a half inches if she were any judge, but thick as well. It throbbed between her legs, rising in erection from even these preliminary ministrations. As it rose, achieving its full stature, it curved up slightly. The foreskin pulled slightly away from the head, exposing the crown. Traxex licked her lips, and reluctantly dragged her eyes away from her new toy up to the face of its owner, who peered down, slightly worried.
"What's wrong?" Lanaya asked, blushing fiercely, a deeper purple suffusing the pink of her cheeks.
Traxex smiled. "You had a magnificent cock," she whispered, and took the head within her mouth. A gasp burst from Lanaya's lips, and spurred the ranger onwards.
The taste surprised her - echoes of violet accompanied the usual fleshy warmth of any penis. Her tongue flicked out, lovingly caressing the head and peeling back the skin enclosing it. Lanaya's gasp transformed into a throaty moan, and Traxex smiled as best she could as she flicked her hair back and pushed forward, until the head was poised at the back of her throat.
At that point, she fastened her lips around the shaft and slowly drew her head back until her lips encircled the tip of the crown. As she went down back around the imposing length of the shaft, she maintained eye contact with her lover. Her hands reached behind to grasp the globes of Lanaya's sublimely rounded ass. She squeezed the cheeks between her fingers, savouring the soft bounce in them as she rocked her head up and down the cock in her mouth.
Lanaya curled her fingers in Traxex's hair, her knees quaking slightly as the warm wetness of the ranger's mouth engulfed her length. Soft moans escaped between her lips, despite her best efforts to stifle them out of sheer embarrassment. Yet the hands on her rear held her in place, preventing her from moving away and recovering her poise. Instead, she lost herself in the sensation, and the lewd sounds of Traxex's head bobbing up and down her pink-hued length.
Her grip tightened on the white locks of the ranger's head. "I'm-"
Traxex's tongue flicked under the head, and with an audible slurp she pulled away completely, smiling up mischievously at Lanaya as she knelt demurely with hands in her lap. The assassin's hips reflexively bucked twice, her most personal psi-blade deprived of its sheath. Betrayed, she looked down at her tormentor, expression begging her to resume.
Traxex laughed - not cruelly, almost lovingly - and reached out with one finger to lightly boop the throbbing she-dick on the head. It bounced up and down slightly at the touch. She giggled, even as Lanaya let out a groan of pent-up frustration.
"Don't let go just yet."
Traxex's voice was a sultry whisper. Lanaya saw her reach between her thighs with her left hand, a hand that made slight circular motions as the ranger rubbed herself, preparing for what was coming. Agonising seconds passed, with Lanaya trapped in a stasis born of equal measures lust and insecurity. Awkwardly, uncertainly, she held out her hand to the ranger. A smile graced her in return, and Traxex slipped her own hand into the one offered, using it as a balance as she stood up.
It was only then that Lanaya realised she held the hand the ranger had been touching herself with. Before she could react to this discovery, Traxex placed her hands on the assassin's shoulders and swung her right leg up behind Lanaya, resting it in the small of her back. The motion pinned Lanaya's cock between their stomachs, smearing the skin with spittle and precum.
"W-what are you…"
"I want you to fuck me."
The echoes of Traxex's last two words burnt the tips of Lanaya's ears red. So this was it, then. They were going to be fucking. Perhaps sensing her indecision, Traxex smiled and kissed her again, even as her hand reached down to manoeuvre the assassin's cock until the head was resting between her folds. Lanaya could feel the wetness and warmth, and, unable to stop herself, thrust upwards slightly, parting her nether lips and sliding inside the drenched tunnel beyond. Both heroes gasped from the sensation, Traxex's velvet insides clenching down on the intruding object. Lanaya's eyes rolled back at the exquisite feeling of the ranger's tight canal stretching around her cock. Her lover's hands clamped down on her shoulders, stilling her movements.
"Give me a minute to adjust," the ranger gasped. "You're… big."
Despite herself, Lanaya could not help smiling at the ego boost, playfully thrusting up slightly. Traxex's eyes widened and her hands clasped tighter, losing her composure as Lanaya's girth barrelled apart her inner walls.
"Sorry," she grinned. "Couldn't resist."
"I can't blame - fuck me, Lanaya. Fuck me and fill me. Make me love your cock."
She obliged, thrusting slowly at first, but building up to vigorous, pummelling strikes that made Traxex's legs wobble. Lanaya wrapped her arms around her lover's waist, allowing each stroke to send her balls clapping against the ranger's ass. Traxex's eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth opening in a silent 'o' as she arched her back in pleasure, her breasts filling Lanaya's field of vision. The assassin's reflex manifested in her moving her head down to take the left nipple into her mouth, rolling the nub softly between her teeth and flicking it with her tongue.
Traxex felt the other hero's lips lock around her tit, a spike of sensation standing out from the waves of pleasure that rolled through her body with each earth-shattering thrust of Lanaya's girlcock into her depths. A fire spread out from her core, consuming her every thought and reducing her to jelly held up only by the strong arms of the assassin. God, she had needed this, needed to be held and mercilessly, ruthlessly fucked until her brain turned into mush. Each thrust forced a gasp of air out from her lungs as she shook in Lanaya's grasp. She became aware of the assassin's voice past the stars that burst behind her eyes, her name repeated over and over.
"I'm coming," Lanaya gasped, slowing down in an attempt to pull out. Traxex tightened the grip of her leg on her lover's hips, forcing her deep inside again. She groaned in pleasure, actually feeling the forceful jets expulsed from the throbbing tool sheathed in her depths that painted her insides white. The depravity of the act resonated delightfully in her mind, the cerebral effects giving her a mental - if not physical - orgasm. Lanaya hugged her close as she unloaded inside her, the assassin's head buried in the crook of her neck.
As Lanaya's climax dwindled and the throbbing of her cock stilled, the two remained still, locked in a close embrace, breathing heavily and raggedly from the exertions. Finally, Traxex let her upraised leg fall to the ground and fell away, stumbling shakily out of the embrace. Lanaya's softening cock slipped out of her depths, falling free with a slight slurp. Traxex leant back against the nearest tree, the roughness of the bark easing her back into the real world as she caught her breath and cleared her head of the starbursts racing through her mind. Lanaya wobbled, regaining her own balance.
"That was fantastic," the ranger gasped finally. The assassin frowned in response.
"You didn't finish," she pointed out. Slowly, Traxex shook her head, lips curving upwards into a smile. She felt Lanaya's ejaculations begin to drip down her thighs, and reached between her legs to keep the mess to a minimum.
"I really didn't need to," Traxex breathed, still smiling. She held up her hand, now covered in their combined fluids. "Unless you're willing to go down and finish the job?"
Lanaya's blush was absolutely adorable, the tips of her ears turning a deep shade of purple at the thought of partaking in her own sloppy seconds. "I-I- uh," she stammered, unable to properly articulate a response. Traxex laughed.
"I'm joking, love. I couldn't handle anything more just now."
She pushed off of the tree, standing up straight and moving to retrieve her armour. They'd head back to the Radiant fortress to clean up properly. And then…
Well, she wasn't exactly sure what then. Things wouldn’t be the same between the two. That said, if Traxex had her way, this wouldn't be a one-time thing.
She glanced over to Lanaya, still standing there, taking in her breasts, the curve of her hips, and the perfect cock that now rested flaccid between her thighs. No, she decided, definitely not a one-time thing.