Gift of a Catgirl Blowjob (mfmf, oral, vaginal, voyeur, dwarf, fantasy)

Backstory:

*The long journey of the Dwarf Brunhilde and her human husband Mathir have taken them from her clan’s home mountains in the far south to the northern city of Algren. Their chosen route is a vast and ancient trading highway built by an insane emperor called the Mad King’s Road.*

*Just a month before their journey’s end, they meet Tobias, a dashing Envoy from the Kingdom of Raelen. Brunhilde finds her thoughts of him turning very naughty indeed. She and her husband decide to get their new friend a very unusual gift to ease his loneliness…*

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Mathir fidgeted about behind his wife, trying not to rustle the riot of tiny green leaves surrounding them in the underbrush. “I’m still not sure about this.”

“Hush!” she warned him with a hiss, peering out cautiously from their hiding place. Twenty paces away was the spot Hettie had talked about, a rocky clearing in the forest flanking both side of a small stream, with a few larger boulders strewn here and there along with a straggly selection of saplings.

“I don’t think we should be here. You were going to do this for Tobias’ benefit…”

“That doesn’t mean that we can’t take advantage. He watched us have fun, so I think its only fair that we watch him do the same. I just hope Hettie can bring him here without a fuss.”

Her husband’s hand found her ass. “You are such a naughty girl…”

She wiggled her bum in those strong familiar fingers, when they suddenly heard movement up the trail. “Shh! I think they’re coming.”

From across the stream and down the winding trail came Hettie breaking through some low-hanging branches. She was followed a moment later by Tobias, wearing a slight frown of confusion. “Okay, Hettie, we’re here at the stream. Now can you tell me what this is all about?”

She led him down to a group of rounded boulders covered over in moss, right by the shallow stream itself. Even from where they hid, Brunhilde could see names of couples carved into the stones and surrounding trees. This spot was obvious a favorite of the locals when one wanted a covert rendezvous.

Hettie sat down on one of the longer oblong boulders, with enough room for her guest to join her if he wanted. He hesitated. “Hettie, what is this?”

She giggled. “Some friends want to give you a gift.”

“What kind of gift?”

Hettie shrugged off the shoulder straps of the simple peasant dress she had been wearing, showing off her big, soft-furred mammaries to the human. “Me!”

The envoy from Raelen was taken aback. “What? Hettie, I thought you girls couldn’t be with anyone from the caravan.”

“Not if Ruckus doesn’t find out,” she said. She bounced a little in her enthusiasm, making her big tits jiggle prodigiously. “Besides, this is a present, and I’ve always liked being a present!”

“But…”

“Don’t you want to?” She bit her lip and suddenly looked fearful. “Or… or don’t you like me because I look kind of like a cat?”

“What? No. Hettie, you’re very nice. I just don’t want to get you in trouble. I have to admit that you do in fact look, ah, very pretty right now…”

Hettie’s mood switched completely again back to sunshine and rainbows. She uttered a squeaky-high “Yay!” and bounced up onto her feet to hug him. “I knew you were one of the nice ones! And I can tell you really want to do it, too!” Before Tobias could reply, her hand shifted down and traced over the very prominent bulge on the envoy’s leggings. Tobias words caught in his throat.

Brunhilde felt warmth surge between her legs as she watched from her hiding place. Tobias seemed so sensitive to Hettie’s exploring fingers. Nothing but his own hand must have touched him there since he’d left his homeland.
Hettie led the human to the smooth boulder she had just been sitting on and perched him on it. She sank to her knees on the mossy soil and undid his breech-knot with well-practiced ease. Her fingers fished out his hardened prick and gave several loving rubs over its crown and up and down its length. Tobias groaned even more.

Brunhilde took her husband’s hand on her rump and moved it into her skirt and down over her pussy, to help tamp the sudden rush of desire in her upon seeing the Envoy’s penis finally in view. What a nice one it was! Of average length for a human, or perhaps slightly longer, but with a nice thickness and veiny solidity to it.

But even sexier was how Tobias was reacting. The way he writhed slightly when caught off guard by an unexpected sensation, then fought to restrain himself again. Then to just lose it again and repeat the process a few moments later. She knew that as a diplomat, Tobias had to practice a lot of self-control, but in some situations even the strongest of men could not hold themselves back. What woman would not love the challenge of pushing such a man over the feral edge of pleasure and beyond?

Hettie leaned forward and engulfed the human’s cock all the way into her mouth. It was no surprise that she was able to do so, given what the catgirl did for a living. But Tobias’s whole body went rigid at the sudden wave of ecstasy from her hot, moist maw engulfing him, tilting his head up and back and inhaling sharply.

Brunhilde almost followed suit when Mathir’s fingers, which had been gently massaging her labia, suddenly slid into her pussy almost all the way. The dwarf was surprised at how wet she was. “Oh, he won’t last long,” her husband whispered.

“Put it in me,” she whispered back frantically. “Try to come when he does.”

Her husband instantly complied, pulling up her skirt from behind and sliding her cloth-and-cord undergarment further aside. She was standing, and he crouching, when she felt his cock go in her just as Hettie pulled up on Tobias’ cock and slid all the way down it again. The dwarf had to bite down on her hand to muffle her throaty mewl of pleasure.

“You’re fantasizing about him, aren’t you?” Her husband’s tone wasn’t envious, but rather conspiratorial. He wanted her to enjoy this. When they had been voyeurs with other couples in the past, part of the thrill for her had been putting herself in the other woman’s place.

The redhead nodded, her cheeks cherry red with excitement, shivering in delight as Mathir’s cock churned within her. “Hettie may be getting paid but she’s still a lucky bitch.”

“Just imagine that big cock of his doing this.” Mathir plunged fully into her to the hilt. “And this.” He began gyrating his hips, grinding their pubic mounds wetly together. His wife bit harder into her hand to muffle her loud whimpering.

On the rocks by the stream, Tobias was leaning back, his spine arched, quietly mouthing his ecstasy at the leaf-framed sky. Hettie was going really deep on him now, sucking the whole length of him into her chubby furry cheeks every time. One of her arms held him around the waist, while the other gently fondled his heavy orbs.
It was all he could take. Brunhilde saw him gasping heavily at the air in huge gulps then going rigid with a strangled cry. Hettie’s cheeks puffed out and her throat worked as she busily swallowed his pumping seed.

“Cum!” Brunhilde whispered to her husband. Just a few strokes later Mathir was doing just that, loosing barely-controlled little grunts as his fiery seed splashed into her tight depths. Brunhilde came almost at once, meaty thigh squeezing together to stimulate herself, even as her eyes drilled onto the diplomat’s cock, half-buried in Hettie’s sucking lips and still pumping the last of its load into the catgirl harlot.

Both couples had only barely disengaged from their partner when they heard cries and commotion coming from the direction of the wagons. Suddenly, three strangers wearing scarves over their lower faces burst through the underbrush, running in their direction. They kept glancing back over their shoulders, obviously much more concerned with what was behind them then what may lie ahead.

Brunhilde had been travelling with the caravan long enough to recognize what was going on. “Thieves!” she yelled out, no longer caring about concealment.

Tobias and Hettie swung their heads in her direction, momentarily as startled by her outburst as by the running brigands. Then Hettie shrieked in fright as she spotted the intruders. The catgirl was big, probably bigger than any two of the wily thieves combined, but she had never been any kind of fighter.

Mathir and Tobias fumbled first to pull their trousers up. They were trying to be quick about it, but the men could only move so fast. Brunhilde, wearing a skirt, could leap into action immediately, even if she still had her husband’s warm juices running down her thighs.

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