RedTails: Awakenings
A Night Out, A Night In
By
Scarletdown
Chapter VII : Final Instructions
After the Kobold lady and Skunk girl were gone and out of earshot, Hansen gave a low whistle and touched a paw to his chest, “Wow! By the Mink’s bottom,” he swore, “who could have thought a Kobold could be so affectionate, and so sensual?”
“Ashton apparently did,” Frelic replied. He adjusted his tunic, which once again barely concealed the arousal stiffening between his legs, “He certainly struck it rich with Sharani,” and after a brief pause, “with Makae as well. They are both real sweethearts. And I’m looking forward to hearing Ms. Kez’s story tomorrow morning.”
“She is quite a charming lady,” Karma said, “I guess it just goes to show us that just like other folk, we can’t paint all Goblinkind with the same broad brush.”
“So true, Karma,” Frelic agreed. He sat back down on the couch, crossing one leg over the other, “As both Mistress Triniti and Mistress Aeraal said on several occasions, one person’s monster is could very well be another’s lover.”
“As you yourself had the privilege of learning first hand a few years back, Master,” Thissle reminded him. She sat down close to him, placed her hands on his shoulders, and guided her teacher down onto his back. Straddling the Elf, the Dragon girl put her face close to his, gave a playful Dragonish ‘Rhawrr’, and pressed her lips against his. Reflexively, Frelic took a firm grip with both hands on his apprentice’s soft but muscular bottom while she squirmed naughtily on top of him. Frelic gave a surprised gasp and moan when Thissle expertly managed to work her Master’s hardened cock deep into her hot, wet, feminine sex.
Frelic let his apprentice ride him for half a minute; she felt so warm and soft draped over him, and her love passage was so wonderfully tight around his shaft. This girl had the most voracious appetite for fucking, stronger than any other he had ever known. However, now was not the time. Before he could unload his seed into her, he gave Thissle a hard two-handed slap on her delicious jiggly bottom, “Not now, my little Nymph,” he said, “Save it for your clients tonight. We don’t want you spent before first lap dance.”
Thissle pouted, “Aw, Master. You know that it takes like forever for my kind to tire out.” She gave him another kiss and ground her hips against his groin, almost causing the Elf to orgasm. He landed another smack, a little harder against her rump and gave her a look that was both apologetic and stern.
Hansen came to his Master’s defense, “It’s not you that we are worried over, Thissle,” he said, “It’s Master. If you use him up now, how can he function tonight, especially late tonight when it is just me and him?”
Still pouting, she pushed herself off of Frelic, freeing his erect rod from her depths. She licked her own juices off his cock, then helped him sit up. “Okay, fuzzbutt, I’ll go ahead and save some for your sweet little boy hole. At least I got Master properly primed and ready for you.”
“As did I,” Shaasta added, “while you three were playing in the bath.”
“Way to go, Master!” Hansen congratulated Frelic, giving him a high five and perching himself on his Master’s lap so that the Elf’s hard shaft was nested along the length of the hot crevasse of his furry bottom, with the tip pressing into the fragrant petals of the rose planted up the Squirrel’s butt.
Frelic smiled at his ever-ready pet and idly stroked his fingers along the length of the boy’s shaft, which was just as stiff as his own. The Elf was truly surprised at the feelings this feisty little Furling ranger had brought forth in him ever since he saw him trussed up, legs spread and ass and tail raised on high there in the show room of the Southern Rose, feelings he had not known existed anymore since his time as ship’s pet on the Bloodlust and the Svelte Lady back when he was still a tender tail, as well as during his apprenticeship, when Mistress Aeraal would occasionally loan him out to other wizards and he would play the girl during boink magick rituals and spells. But even then, he had always been on the receiving end, and himself had never felt the warmth of another boy’s ass around his cock. His pet Squirrel had successfully managed to broaden his horizons, so to speak, with his earnest eagerness to be taken like a girl, and Frelic found himself looking fondly forward to holding the lad in his arms, taking him to the bedroom, and filling his tight rear passage with his maleness and his seed, as he had done countless times with the other ladies of the Willowpaw household over the years; Honeyrose, Thissle, Delilah, Fillie, and Nyssa.
“Patience, my little boink bunny,” he said, as his fingers teased the Furling’s pulsing shaft and sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whimper from him. “I don’t want you spent before the evening is through either.”
Hansen nodded, and wrapped his arms around his Master, again pressing his muzzle against the Elf’s lips in a tender, loving kiss.
“We better get moving, before Hot Summer Nights gets too crowded,” Karma said, “Don’t want to get overloaded too fast, you know.” The girls finished getting ready while Frelic and Hansen cuddled tenderly on the couch. Shaasta quietly waited while Thissle and Karma disappeared briefly into the bed chamber, where they fetched a handful of copper and silver pieces from their personal little lock boxes and refilled their money pouches which hung from their belts.
They returned to the outer lounge, and with deliberate seductive moves and mannerisms, they bent over to pull on and lace up their buckskin, thigh-length boots.
Frelic and Hansen watched the two as they checked each other over, admiring the ladies’ delightful curves and graceful movements. The Elf leaned down and said to his pet, “You know, Hansen, there is definitely something to be said for tall boots and bare thighs.”
“You won’t get any argument from me there,” the Squirrel replied, nodding vigorously, and patting his Master’s own bare thighs where they were exposed between his boots and tunic.
“Hansen, you are so incorrigible,” Frelic sighed, smiling and shaking his head in exasperation with his pet, “What am I going to do with you?”
Hansen gave the Elf his trademarked impish smile and knowing wink, “Boink me, of course, Master.”
“Soon, my pet,” he promised, “Soon.” He placed one hand on the Squirrel’s rump and the other on his paw, which was still resting on the Elf’s smooth thigh.
At last, Karma and Thissle were ready. Thissle picked up her paddle, a lovely varnished pine board, much different from the one Frelic used on Shaasta and Hansen recently. Hers, which she made herself with her Master’s guidance, was a formidable-looking tool of punishment; its blade measured fourteen inches in length, four inches across, and a quarter inch thick. Three rows of four holes were drilled into the board; one side was smooth, and the other side was lined with small sharp metal studs that were like the ends of nails. It was a masterpiece of discipline, which Frelic had been proud to use on Thissle’s bare bottom countless times. And tonight, she would get to use it on Shaasta’s bare bottom several times. She rested the paddle on her shoulder as if it was a sword, and stood with Karma and Shaasta before Frelic and Hansen again.
Frelic stood up and looked his ladies over. He put Shaasta’s leash back on her collar, handed the other end to Thissle, and then paced around behind them, lovingly planting a firm swat on their bottoms. “You girls look absolutely fantastic,” he said. “You are going to be the big hit of the night.”
“Most anything would look good on them, Master,” Hansen chittered, running his paws up Shaasta’s inner thighs and along the slit of her sex. “But do you girls know what would look best on you?”
They exchanged looks with each other, shrugged, and shook their heads. Frelic and Hansen also exchanged a look and in unison answered, “Me!”
The girls exchanged another look, smirked, and shook their heads. “Boys,” Karma said, failing to suppress a giggle, “walked right into that one, we did.”
“Can we go now, Master?” Shaasta pleaded. She was really anxious to have her first night out in weeks, and did not want to waste any more time.
“Certainly, love,” Frelic replied, dismissing them for the evening. As they filed towards the door, he imparted final instructions to them, “Karma, you are in charge for the night.”
“Gotcha, Chief,” the Rabbit acknowledged, “I’ll watch their asses good and make sure that they, I mean we, keep out of trouble.”
“I know you will, bunny, and remember what I told you earlier.”
“Paddle Shaasta’s butt regularly to keep her brand visible; check, Master,” Thissle said, landing a solid swat with the studded side of her paddle dead center across the Elf’s bottom, causing her to yelp.
“Aside from that.”
Rubbing her ass with both hands, and glaring at Thissle, Shaasta repeated her brother’s most crucial instruction, “If things start to get dangerously out of hand, distance ourselves quickly and safely from the trouble.”
“Correct,” Frelic affirmed, “because if I have to come bail you out of the town dungeons because you were involved in a brawl, or somehow incited a brawl, I give you my solemn word that none of you girls will be able to even think about sitting comfortably until long after we get back to WraithHold. And I will personally enjoy every minute of that.”
“We will be good,” Karma reassured him.
“Damn good, in fact,” Thissle added, shaking her bottom for emphasis.
“Good,” Frelic replied, “Now run along and have fun tonight. We’ll see you in the morning.”
Waving good night to Frelic and Hansen, and wishing them an enjoyable night as well, the girls made their exit at last from the suite; Karma in the lead, Thissle right behind her, with Shaasta submissively in tow on her leash.
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