Veshra and Netty 3
#3 of Anteronian Adventures
One thing leads to another between Veshra and Netty. What happens when two brats decide the other is hot?
This story is a collaboration between myself and Fours! Netty and art by Fours. Veshra and writing by me. We came up with the story during brainstorming together!
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"You don't like fuckin' a gal if she ain't nobility?" Veshra asks, opening one eye and smirking.
"Heh, it's more of an attitude thing."
"I got plenty of that."
"If you can't tell, I'm rollin' my eyes right now, blueberry."
"Careful, kitten," Veshra growls.
"Yeah, yeah," she says. "Don't pull somethin'. Here's something to think about.
With that, she winks and out from her mouth flops out a long and bright pink appendage. Its tip curls up, tickling at the base of the girldick and wrapping around in a long coil. She removes her hand, holding both of them up in the air as she slides and squeezes that member.
Wherever it touches, it sends that warm buzzing to the length, and Veshra rolls her eyes back, pushing up her hips, desiring more from this feline felon.
Netty snickers, leaning in over her, hands snaking up along Veshra's body, over her sides, around her back.
Veshra's tail rests behind Netty's shoulders, urging her on more, her mouth opens wide, not saying anything, but Netty watches for that moment.
"C... come on...." Veshra finally whimpers.
There, she had it.
Netty dips her head down. She wraps her lips around the shaft, bobbing her head over it as she watches the writhing and gasping figure, totally enjoying every moment of it.
When the thief is satisfied that Veshra is at the edge, she pulls back and rolls off her elbow upon the pillow and cheek upon her knuckles.
"How's that?" she sneers, licking her face with that long tongue of hers.
Veshra bites her lip, her body trembling, precum oozing from her length, but she takes a few breaths, gripping the sheets, fighting the urge to finish herself off.
"Figured you'd enjoy some blue balls since ya didn't give yourself any.
"Heh... I was being polite and all. Didn't want to... accidentally knock you up. Fatherhood isn't in the cards for me right now."
"Oh, you thought you'd get that far with me?"
Veshra tilts her head. "You don't want to have this dick ram you here and now?"
Netty frowns, she grips the sheets, and she looks away. "Fuckin'-"
"See?" Veshra says, crawling over to her, pushing Netty down onto her back, pinning her by the shoulders. Two cocks rub against one another as she sits atop of her, "I know just how you think, kitty kat. Now, you ready to meow for me?"
Netty huffs, pushing her shoulders up against the shifter, but Veshra pins her back down, her shark-toothed smile spreading wider as she glares with lust down upon the feline thief. She whines, pushing her hips forward, rubbing cocks with the beautiful woman above her.
"You can't deny it." Veshra coos, leaning in. Their breasts press against one another as erect nipples play and stroke in semi-deliberate teases against tantalized skin. "You are a horny slut, just like I am. It doesn't matter if you're the one giving or receiving or what tools the other person has. You just want to have fun whenever it presents itself."
"It's not worth... getting locked up."
"Silly kitty cat," Veshra says, pressing her lips against her cheek. She pulls back with a slight smacking sound. "You, if you didn't realize, I'm a gal who enjoys mutual benefit."
"W... what do you meaa,-aaah...." Netty's words are cut short as that blue cock pulls back and finds its way pushing underneath of her balls and to her glistening womanhood underneath. The rod spreads her as that girthy shaft fills her.
"No bored housewife could give you that kind of feeling, eh kitty?"
Netty bites her lips.
"Yeah, I know," Veshra responds, kissing her neck.
Netty finds herself tilting her head to allow the mercenary to continue such ministrations. She shudders and coos as lips and teeth meet her flesh. "I... I'll g... get you back... for this...."
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't, kitty cat. I'm so excited to get to feel you in me, too." She giggles, stroking down from Netty's shoulder, tracing the shape of her breast, moving upwards to the tip of the mound, and giving her nipple a decisive pinch.
Netty sighs and cries rise up in the room as the blue gal on top of her pushes and spreads inside of her, Veshra's grin wide as she has her kitty cat underneath of her where she wants her. She slides her feet over the sheets, and she digs her fingers under the covers. The whole time, she cannot hide the fact that she's enjoying the attention, all the while yelling at herself deep inside that the woman taking her is right.
Veshra lets out low chuckles, her kisses going downward over Netty's shoulder. Her hands wrap around the woman, pulling her in close. She thrusts into her with the animalistic desire to fulfill her wants. The head of her cock pushes further and further inside, finding its delight deep within that strange buzzing magical being.
Magical creatures... they're always a good lay.
Veshra's own sounds of exertion get louder and higher as she thrusts faster into the woman underneath of her. The shifter buries her head against her shoulder as she gives in to her desires, creaking the bed with the sheer speed and energy of her thrusts into her partner. Their cries fill the room together as they build up their lusts. Soon, quite sooner than Veshra even thought she was capable of, the woman releases, spilling her shapeshifter spunk deep into the space within Netty.
One woman collapses on the other, huffing, sighing, sweating, and holding tightly to the other. The two are silent, save for their breaths, until finally, Veshra speaks up, saying. "Heh... you... you enjoy that...?"
Netty wriggles herself free from Veshra's grasp, her own hardon raging, her tail swishing. "Y... You're not done, are ya?" she asks, giving Veshra a cocky grin. "Just one pump and dump, eh? I hardly felt that!"
"Liar," the shifter snaps, pushing herself up climbing atop the cat.
Netty wraps her arms around Veshra's waist, pulling her up on top of her. Her own dick swells and twitches in anticipation as they continue their silent agreement. The cat's cock finds its way into Veshra, the shapeshifter gripping onto Netty's shoulders and slowly lowering herself down.
"Would a liar have enough energy to fuck you?" Netty asks.
Veshra bites her lip, squeezing onto the cat as that length spreads her, her own cock oozing and semi-flaccid during its refractory period. She shakes her hips, lowering herself onto the kitty cock, responding with long, deep breaths.
Netty wraps her tail around Veshra, her eyes narrowed, her usually grinning face focused, possessed by the thrill of the successful hunt.
"So... you gonna tell me your plan, huh? How we're both gonna get what we want?"
Netty pushes Veshra down, falling upon her, staring down at the blue woman as she slides deeper. "Tell me, or we're gonna get really rough tonight!"