Her eyes told the story that her words would not , the sorrow and pain of living alone for all these years, the burden she carried as a princess, and the things she tried to hide when speaking to the tiny assassin whose room she shared. Yet the diminutive Lycan saw right through her, and as the night wore on, held her tightly, humming and easing her dreams until she finally slept. Tikilara, a princess who shifted her age at will, often masquerading as an 8 year old, was a troubled soul, and Namea was one who eased those troubles whenever she could. Always Tiki was thankful for this, so when she walked in one night to see Namea alone, her body sheened with sweat as she tossed and turned beneath her thin sheet, she was curious. The tiny woman gave quiet moans as she writhed, and at first Tiki thought it was a nightmare…until she shifted into a 20 year old form, with the ability and knowledge to recognize the throes of passion when she saw it.

Namea’s crimson eyes were clenched shut, her hands gripping the sheets on either side of her as she squirmed, the sheet clinging to her naked sweating form as hair stuck her her brow, loose of it’s long braid. Beneath the white sheet her nipples were hard, pressing up needingly as she arched. Tiki’s blue eyes followed the curve of the woman’s body and she found herself blushing as they landed on the wet spot between the assassin’s legs, sheet sticking to it.

Amoung the Tiki’s people sex was a common thing, revered as being a wonderful experience, and Tiki, like any of them when faced with someone elses desire felt her own building, a wetness between her own thighs. Her long pink hair swayed as she moved toward the sleeping woman, the erotic thrill of her dreams pulling Tiki in inexorably to her. A small hand slid slowly down, stroking the soaked sheets between Namea’s legs and she moaned as a musky smell rose to meet her as she straddled the assassin, stroking still. Her hand pushed the sheet between the lips of Namea’s sex and she moaned as another wave of wetness met her through the sheet. At this point, the assassin woke, looking up at her with wide eyes and a red face.

Before she could say anything, her mouth was met by Tiki’s hotly, and the time for words was over before it began. There was no protest as Namea slid her hands up and removed the other woman’s shirt, her tongue snaking into the princess mouth the moment it was off and her hands traveling to remove her pink underwear, sliding slowly against her smooth shaven lips. The princess gave a low moan, moving against the tiny woman’s skillful hand as a finger slid between those lips, stroking slowly along the wet slit before moving to encircle her clit over and over.

Namea was soon giving a quiet moan herself as Tiki slid the sheet away and nibbled on the small woman’s hard nipple, her hand now stroking just as Namea’s did, but soon two of her fingers penetrated the hot folds of the killer, moving slowly at first, then harder and faster in and out of her. The tiny hands of the assassin moved against the princess more now and her own finger slid into Tiki as her thumb stroked over the clit and she purred.

Just as they arched, suddenly fingering eachother fast and hard, a shaft of light fell on them, the door had opened and haloed in the light of the hallway stood a man, tall and lean with a red ponytail that hung to his knees. Jagger Scythe, a mercenary and the brother of Recca Scythe. His eyes were narrowed and he spoke, obviously not realizing what he’d interrupted at first.

“Namea, you stole my- ." He cut off there, his eyes going wide and Namea looked down in time to see a bulge form in his pants, straining against the fabric. Her eyes were calculating, then she smiled.

“Jagger, care to join us?" She asked in a murmur, sliding her fingers from Tiki to slink over towards him, her hand slowly moving to stroke the emerging bulge.

He swallowed hard, wanted to resist, but could not, not when her hand was there, on him, feeling his desire in the form of his hardened member. Gods yes. He answered, sliding his hand down to her wetness and taking up the fingering where Tiki had left off as he shut the door and walked her backwards toward the bed.

Her skillful hands undressed him until he stood before her erect, 7 and a half inches of straining flesh pressing needingly towards her. Tiki stood then, wrapping her arms around Namea from behind and sliding her hand under between the woman’s legs to continue fingering her as Jagger moved his hand aside, sliding it into the princess instead whilst Namea stroked his hard member slowly. He groaned and leaned down, his fangs brushing her neck. A lion in his lycan form he was not one to toy around first, and wanted them badly.

Namea understood this as she slowly moved toward him sliding the head of his member against her wet slit as it met Tiki’s fingers. ""You want it."" She murmured into his ear and he nodded. Pulling Tiki’s fingers from her she pushed the other woman onto the bed and slowly lay beside her with her fingers buried in the wet caverns of the princess’s sex, her legs open and her mouth on Tiki’s nipple.

Jagger wasted no time, mounting Namea and sliding his thick shaft deeply into her as she pleasured the other woman to climax, fluids spilling onto the bedspread. Tiki moved and slid herself near to Namea, letting Namea lick her clean as she moaned out quietly, thrusting up to meet Jagger harder and faster.

The head pounded the wall of her cervix and he moaned, rotating his hips as she thrust onto him over and over and he moaned, arching until he felt her clench around him in climax, her juices pouring over him. Gasping he too released and his seed flowed into her deeply. Ending her tongue’s probing of the other woman, Namea moved down and licked his shaft clean while he continued where she’d left off with Tiki, his tongue now spearing into her until she climaxed again. Panting the princess curled up, falling asleep soon as Namea pushed Jagger down onto the bed, straddling him and kissing him hard before falling beside Tiki and wrapping her arms around the pink haired woman to sleep.

The lion merely grinned. What a night it had been, and all because Namea had stolen his- wait- what had she stolen? "“Namea, why did I come here?”"

"“Great sex?”"

"“No.”"

“"Oh, your dagger, it’s in your room, I put it back last night.”"

Jagger blinked, then burst into laughter and held the tiny woman close, soon, the quiet deep breathing of three satisfied sleeping souls filled the room

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