This piece is not a sequel to, but a direct continuation of “A Cold Heart and Two Warm Hands (Part One)”, originally submitted as a response to [this post ](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/j3kyo6/wp_as_a_fire_mage_she_was_important_to_have_along/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Gahidus.
*All characters – featured and mentioned – are 18+*
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“*Mmm… Mm hmm…*” Jocasta acknowledged.
Her ears were, in fact, “really sensitive”… All Elves’ ears were… and were to the point that touching them carried an almost overtly *erotic* connotation…
Maybe that was why she was being so forthcoming with information; so relaxed and disarmed… The Succubus’ magically warm fingers were *turning her on*…
The last time she’d felt like this was the night before she’d left the convent, laying down under a full moon and an open, starry sky with a sweetheart she’d known for a century…
Now, far exceeding her normal comfort-zone and flying in the face of the Elvish orthodoxy, here she was in a tent, still half-frozen, *asking* to be felt up by a Succubus she had known for less than a hundred hours…
“*Feeling okay?*” May asked, hot breath tickling Jocasta’s unhandled ear.
“*Yeah…*” She breathed immediately. “*Yeah…*”
“*Yeah?*” The Succubus whispered in the other ear as she switched sides again. “*It feel good?*”
Jocasta wasn’t sure what she meant. Having her ears rubbed? Her chest? Feeling May’s lips so, so near?…
“*Yes…*” She hitched in response, eliciting a throaty giggle from her nurse.
“*Good… You okay if I move my hand somewhere else?… Not off your ear, of course…*”
“*Oh… Umm… Yeah…*”
“*What a lovely conversationalist you are.*” May teased as the hand which had been underneath Jocasta’s right arm rubbed further down her side, setting skin on fire as it passed and leaving a trail of fading warmth behind with each pass from ribs to hip and back.
Jocasta was too absorbed in the sensations flooding her head to respond to the jab as May continued to touch her. As she switched sides yet again, May shuffled closer to Jocasta, and the Elf could feel the thick, soft but vaguely scratchy woolen undercoat the Succubus wore pressing against her back.
“*You don’t mind if I get a bit closer, do you?*”
“*No…*”
“*I thought not.*”
Jocasta shuddered and closed her eyes, her mouth opening and a gasp she did her best to keep quiet as the Succubus pressed herself yet closer to her. Even through the thick wool, heat seemed to pour off May’s body, and the length and breadth of Jocasta’s back began to tingle as it warmed.
May’s hand diving underneath the Elf’s clung-to blanket, snaking around from Jocasta’s side to flat itself against her belly didn’t help her endeavor any.
“*Ah!*” The Elf squeaked, quietly.
“*Bet that feels nice, huh?*” May breathed, her lips pressed almost right up against Jocasta’s ear as she rubbed circles around her belly-button. “*Getting your ears scratched and your tummy rubbed… You really are a bitch…*”
That comment stung a bit, but Jocasta couldn’t exactly argue with it as she shook again; heat radiating through her body, giving her the jitters as May continued to pluck at, squeeze, and play with the tip of her blushing red ear.
She could only imagine May knew what she was doing, talking to her like that… Either taking advantage of Jocasta’s compromising predicament to get some verbal payback for how she’d been treated… Or maybe…
Slowly, nervously, as May halted her actions and started switching sides yet again, Jocasta uncurled her fingers from around the blanket. The heavy quilt slipped from her grasp and fell, pooling haphazardly in her lap, and Jocasta hitched her breath as the cool air touched her bare chest again.
May paused.
Jocasta waited.
“*You liked it when I called you a bitch, huh?*” May giggled, her hot breath tickling Jocasta’s cheek.
“*Yes!*” Jocasta inhaled, sharply, as May placed a smoldering hand on and gently squeezed her naked breast.
“*You like being called names?*” May asked, her lips *right there* against Jocasta’s ear.
“*Yes!*” Jocasta gasped again, the initial burn subsiding into a hot, throbbing sensation spreading through her breast and into the rest of her upper body.
“*You’re a kinky bitch, aren’t you?*” May asked, her lips pressed right to Jocasta.
“*Yes!*” Jocasta almost shrieked as the Succubus pinched her rising pink nipple between finger and thumb.
“Oh,” May spoke, her lips suddenly far away from Jocasta’s ear, every drop of lascivious intent having disappeared from her voice. “But you’re one of those *racist bitches*. You can’t be doing this with a *dirty fucking Succubus* like me!”
Jocasta almost fell over as she felt the warm hands leave her chest and her ear, the hot presence of the Succubus evaporate off her back. Stunned, left sitting up, naked under a sheet in a cold tent, she blinked.
“*Wait…*” She pleaded, hoarsely, turning over her shoulder to look at May.
The Succubus smiled at her, warmly, but her eyes communicated the mischief she was playing at.
“*You… You’re stopping?*”
“Yup.”
“*Why?*”
“Oh, you’re warm enough, now, that your body can probably get itself back up to temperature… Besides, I wouldn’t wanna *violate your Elvish taboos* any more than I already have…”
So it was both… Payback and… *the other thing*…
“*It…*” Jocasta attempted. “*It’s okay, really…*”
“Oh, no, no,” May smirked, beginning to rise to her feet. “You made it clear that you don’t like Succubi, so I’m not gonna bother you anymo-“
May cut herself off as Jocasta twisted and grabbed her by the hand. Head hung low, the Elf shivered in place… Then whispered…
“What was that?” May asked.
“*I’m sorry…*”
“Hmmm?”
“*I said I’m sorry!*” Jocasta almost sobbed. “*The way I treated you wasn’t fair, and it was wrong, and I was a total bitch to you, and I’m sorry!*”
Letting her hand slip from May’s and turning back around from the uncomfortable contortion, Jocasta’s shoulders slumped.
“*I’m sorry…*”
After a moment, she heard movement behind her; rustling fabric and softly clinging metal.
Before she could turn to look and see what all the noise was, the hot presence at her back returned, and Jocasta couldn’t contain a moan as skin, rather than wool, pressed against her back.
“*Been up here two hundred years… You’re not the first Elf I’ve met who was like that… Not the first anyone I’ve met who was like that…*” May whispered into Jocasta’s ear, her lips touching her again. “*And you were actually pretty tame about it… No deluge of derogatory slurs or mobs with pitchforks and torches like those rabid xenophobes up West…*”
“*I’m sorry…*” Jocasta almost wept as a hand filled itself with each of her breasts, and fire started spreading through her upper body.
“*Apology accepted,*” May whispered. “*You kinky Elf slut…*”
Before she could react to the playful insult, Jocasta was groaning again as May’s lips seared against her ear.
Her hands massaged and rolled her pert tits with fervor; squeezing them, digging burning fingertips into the soft, sensitive skin, and tweaking her nipples.
A sudden hot, wet softness touched the tip of her ear as May’s lips peeled away… A tongue… *No… Two tongues?…* Jocasta didn’t particularly care how many tongues the Succubus had as long as she kept using the dexterous appendages in the way she was; teasing and toying with the second-most sensitive part of her body just as skillfully as she had with her fingers.
May continued playing with her like that for what seemed like an eternity, occasionally alternating which ear she gave attention to or craning down to suck on the side of Jocasta’s neck, collar bone, or shoulder.
Her hands left her breasts, eventually, and Jocasta reached up to prevent their departure – still aching for the warm, pleasurable touch – but May pulled out of her weak grasp with ease.
Her left hand came upward and began stroking Jocasta’s ear on the same side. As she began to lick the Elf’s right ear with those strange twin-tongues yet again, her right hand flatted itself against her body, and slowly, tantalizingly began moving downward.
Jocasta gasped as hot fingertips brushed her thigh…
She groaned when a hand squeezed it and pulled it, gently, to one side…
She moaned as a single blazing digit began to explore between her legs, just barely touching the line of her entrance.
“*Yeah?*” May asked in her right ear, breath like steam against the side of her face. “*Want more, slut?*”
“*You’re… So warm…*”
“*I asked you a question, slut. Want more?*”
“*Yes!…*”
“*How much do you want it?*”
“*I want it!…*”
“*I asked you how bad, slut…*”
“*Bad!… I want it so bad!…*”
“*What do you want so bad, slut?*”
Jocasta could hardly breathe, much less frame a response as May continued to run that single fingertip up and down her slit. Her core already warm, blood rushing about through her whole body as her heart pounded and her face reddened like a ripe fruit, she felt a tremble in her thighs and an urgent wetness between them.
“*I want you to put your fingers inside me!…*” Jocasta finally gasped.
“*Yeah?*” May continued to tease. “*Is that what you want?*”
“*Yes!…*”
“*You want me to finger this tight, wet, pink little Elf pussy of yours, slut?*”
“*Yes!… Yes!… Finger my pussy!…*” She begged.
She’d never begged for anything like that before… Never begged to be touched… Never begged to be penetrated the way May penetrated her, now…
That first, teasing finger sank into her, slipping past her folds and into her body with a sharp, sudden warmth that exploded into fireworks. Jocasta squealed in delight, a sound which slowly died into a hoarse groan as all the air in her lungs escaped in a cloud of steam.
“*You okay?*” May asked, kissing Jocasta’s cheek and pausing the movements of her fingers, letting the Elf draw in a series of deep, greedy breaths.
“*Y-yeah…*” Jocasta quavered. “*It’s just… Been a while…*”
“*Yeah…*” May smiled against her ear. “*I bet the finger up your cunt being magic makes things interesting too, huh?*”
“*Ah!*” Jocasta squeaked as a second finger slipped inside her, sending a new jolt of heat rippling through her.
“*And two must feel fucking insane!*”
The faint, rude, moist noise of two warm, magic fingers sloppily sloshing their way into and out of a deep, tight, dripping cunt – grool thickly coating them, running down their length, and webbing between them each time they pumped into the quivering, spasming hole – filled the air in the tent as Jocasta rolled her head back against May’s shoulder, biting her lip and trying not to scream in pleasure, and the Succubus whispered sweet, salacious nothings into her rubbed-raw ear.
They sat like that for moments, minutes, what could’ve been hours as Jocasta slowly lost her bid to stay silent and began to swear, sigh, and sob with every wracking pleasure and bolt of warmth that raced up from her pussy.
May continued to mouth a string of expletives and playful jabs and raunchy names into the Elf’s ear, alternating between playing with the other and reaching down to grope the girl’s breasts as they shook with every heavy, labored breath she took.
“*Fuck, you’re tight…*”
“*Mmmmnnnnaaaa!…*”
“*You like hearing that, yeah?…*”
“*Mmmmm… Mmmyeah…*”
“*You like hearing how tight your pussy is, slut?… You like hearing me whisper that in your ear while I fingerfuck you?… Just! Like! This!?*”
“*Mmm! Mmm! Fuck!…*” Jocasta squeaked with each punctuated exclamation as May’s fingers moved in unison, slamming into her sopping, squelching, squeezing vagina.
Her skin on fire, her ears and nipples and clit throbbing, her womanhood full of magic fingers that made her whole body tremble, Jocasta’s mind was fogged with more sensation that she knew what to do with.
Nothing had ever made her feel like this, before… Nobody had ever made her feel *this fucking good*… *This fucking warm*…
Less than a day ago, she’d been avoiding this woman like the plague, and now she was reveling in the feeling of May touching her in the most intimate, sacred places on her body…
The pressure mounted and Jocasta whined in a feeble warning. May seemed not to pay attention, however, too busy running her tongues along the length of Jocasta’s ear and dragging her warm fingertips along the inner wall of her divide, scratching her sweet spot just right.
“*Fuck!*” She squeaked, eyes blown wide open.
The dancing flame at the other end of the room swelled behind its grating.
“*Mmmm!*” She bit down on a moan, her eyes darting to the kettle on top of the stove.
In the battered, scratched and scuffed surface of the tin teapot, Jocasta could just barely make out the pale, pinkish blur of her own reflection… and over the warped shoulder of this twisted nude were two orange dots like burning coals.
“*W-wha-*” She tried to question, turning her head to look at May just as the tension in her stomach broke and she began to unwind.
May stared back at her from behind hooded eyes, her normally chocolate-brown irises glowing a bright, sunset orange. Just looking into them made Jocasta’s eyes water, and, as the orgasm swelled in her tummy and flowed through her bloodstream like a liquid wildfire, May leaning in to claim her moaning mouth with a deep kiss, Jocasta closed her eyes and let hot, joyous tears of release trickle down her cheeks.
“*Mmmmmm…*” She moaned into the Succubus’ mouth, May’s strange tongues twisting around and dominating her own.
“*Mmmmmhehe…*” May giggled back, her hand leaving Jocasta’s ear to grab her breast, her fingers still moving in and out of the Elf’s insides even as she came.
The two sat like that for a while, kissing and basking in the afterglow as the kettle began to squeal.
“*Unghhh…*” Jocasta gasped as May released her from the kiss.
“*You taste good…*” May flirted, licking her lips.
Jocasta finally got a good look at what had felt like two tongues, but seemed really to be *one* forked tongue…
May must’ve noticed her staring, as she flashed a smile and stuck her tongue back out. It was an odd color – a stark off-white which contrasted greatly with the Succubus’ otherwise brick-colored skin – and May wiggled each tip seemingly independent of the other, raising her eyebrows at Jocasta.
Jocasta snorted, failing to contain a giggle of her own.
“*Like my tongue?*”
“*It… It’s kinda weird…*” She smiled. “*But yeah…*”
“*See? Succubi aren’t so bad!*”
“*Hey, I said I was sorry!*”
“*Oh, and what an apology it was!*” May laughed aloud this time. “*You went from cursing me out under your breath and shooting me dirty looks to moaning with my tongue in your ear and cumming all over my hand in less than twenty four hours!*”
Demonstrating her point, May slipped her fingers out of Jocasta’s lap. The Elf sighed at the sudden movement and emptiness, then, eyes fluttering, refocused as May held the sticky, pleasure-covered fingers up for her to see. Opening her mouth and sticking them in, May licked then clean with a seductive look, her irises still glowing orange.
“Hey…” Jocasta opened, swallowing to clear her voice.
“*Hmm?*” May purred.
“Your eyes are glowing…”
“Oh, yeah… Side effect of using a lot of fire magic…”
Closing her eyes, May smiled. Opening them, again, they were back to their normal deep brown.
“See?”
“I thought you said you were low on mana, and that you needed to recharge?”
“I was. I did.”
“Wait, how?”
May smirked and shuffled in place behind Jocasta, readying herself to stand.
“May?” Jocasta questioned as the Succubus got up and strode towards the stove.
Jocasta consciously realized, then, that the rustling fabric and clinking metal she had heard after making her heartfelt apology was May stripping out of her own clothes…
Her woolen undercoat, her tight-fitting trousers, her fur-lined boots and charred-away gloves… Even the odd knitted tubes she had worn over the straight, spiral-grooved horns that protruded from her forehead…
Stark naked in the dim tent, May walked unabashedly over to the stove and knelt beside it. Her smooth, dark hair – normally kept in a tight, straight ponytail – flowed over her shoulders, reaching almost to the middle of her back. No batlike wings there sprouted, and Jocasta could see no arrow-tipped tail protruding from her lower back like the rumors the orthodoxy spread said there’d be…
In fact, all she did catch sight of was May’s ample backside, and the glistening inside of one red thigh…
“Tea’s ready!” May announced, standing and turning back to face Jocasta.
Standing taller than the Elf, she had to lower her head to avoid ripping the tent ceiling with her horns. In one hand, she carefully brandished the kettle. In the other, she loosely clasped the strap of the canteen.
Her breasts were full, bouncing with each step, and her stiff nipples almost glowed against the ruddy earthen tons of her skin; the same off-white as her tongue.
“See something you like?”
“*Ummm…*” Jocasta blushed, turning her head to the side.
“You don’t?”
“*I do… It’s just… I’m starting to sober up a little…*”
May was frowning when Jocasta turned back to look at her.
“*After everything we just did…*” She began.
“No, no!” Jocasta quickly dismissed. “It’s not about… Umm… *That…*”
“Then what?”
“The last person I was with, I’d known for decades… Letting you… *Doing* this with you was… *More impulsive* than I’m used to…”
“Oh…” May acknowledged, kneeling in front of Jocasta with the tea and canteen. “I see… Sorry I got mad…”
“No, you’re okay… Like I said, I’ve been being a total bitch to you, and all you’ve done is be friendly…”
“Well…” May smirked, carefully pouring the tea into the canteen. “I did call you a few *nasty* names while I fingered you…”
“I deserved it the first few times…” Jocasta admitted, taking the canteen when May offered it. “And… *Ummm… The other times I just thought it was sexy…*”
“You like it when the people you’re *with* call you names?”
“Never really had anyone do it, before… But I liked it when you did…”
“Funny how that worked out…”
Jocasta took a sip of the tea. The warmth of filled her with was different than what she’d felt with May’s touch… Slow, but pleasant all the same…
“Good?”
“Mmm hmm…”
“Good.”
“You never answered my question…”
“How’d I recharge my mana?”
“Yeah…”
“Well…” She began, crossing her legs and leaning back, planting her hands on the tent floor behind her. “Originally, my plan was just to feel you up a little…”
“I don’t -“
“Y’know how people think Succubi steal people’s souls by fucking them?”
“Ummm… Yeah… That’s just a rumor though…”
“It is… But kinda a half-rumor…”
“What?”
“We don’t steal people’s souls, but we can derive mana from *pleasure*, so we get a power boost when we’re having sex with someone… Some Succubi get a little carried away with that, though, and use that power boost to keep having sex to keep boosting their power so they can keep having sex…”
“Ah…”
“So my plan was just to ask permission and feel you up a little… Get you going… Then cast the warming spell…”
May fidgeted in place, a dark red blush spreading across her face. As she reclined, Jocasta caught a glimpse of May’s lap…
“But…” May continued. “You were being stubborn, so I decided to try being a little pushy and at least warm up your ears…”
“But… You didn’t know that my ears would be so sensitive…”
“I didn’t… I didn’t expect you to get *sooooo fucking turned on* just by having your ears rubbed…”
It was Jocasta’s turn to blush again.
“My mana was charged enough to cast the spell by the time I stopped rubbing them the first time… But I felt how *fucking horny* you were getting and then you asked for more and… Well… Like I said, some Succubi can get carried away…”
She turned to Jocasta and smiled awkwardly, her brows knit with concern.
“Guess it’s my turn to apologize…”
“I think we’re even…” Jocasta smiled. “After all, you did pull me out of an avalanche…”
“Actually, Yuri’s the one who *pulled* you out; I just melted the snow so we could find you…”
“Semantics.” Jocasta took another sip of tea.
“Sure.” May smiled as she was offered the canteen. “But… Y’know… I did give you a pretty strong orgasm, just now…”
“*Understatement.*”
“How about *mindblowing?* *Bigotry-busting?*”
“Better.” Jocasta giggled. “What’s your point?”
“Well… We might be even on the other front… But… If you’re up for it, can I ask you to *return the favor*?”
Jocasta glanced back down at the Succubus’ lap. Spreading her legs wider, May was obviously putting herself on display. Where Jocasta’s womanhood was a roaring pink, May’s was the same strange off-white as her tongue and her nipples; almost the color of wood-ash.
“*You said you’ve been with other girls, right?*”
“*A half-century long fling or two…*”
“*That’s a lot of time to get good at eating pussy…*”
“*You have no idea…*”
Pushing off the blanket and crawling onto her stomach, Jocasta felt giddy as she accepted the Succubus’ request. Her pale arms wrapped around red legs, her pink lips smacked against a white labia, her warm tongue slipped into an almost scalding divide to be flooded with a taste like herbal smoke. May moaned, appreciatively, and reached down to cup the back of Jocasta’s head, tangling her fingers in her blonde hair and pressing the Elf’s face further into her lap.
“Lady May!” A booming voice erupted from outside the tent. “Lady May, we have done it! The Ice Giant’s head is ours and-“
The tent door flapped open and a square, thickly-bearded face peered into the space. Jocasta froze in sheer terror as she saw Yuri’s eyes widen and his face flush red.
“Oh…” He gulped. “I see you are busy…”
“Yuri, what’s wrong!?”
Calista’s face wedged through the gap in the tent wall, and her face immediately mirrored his, framed with orange braids instead of a beard.
“Um…” She hesitated. “Good to see you two are finally getting along…”
“*GET OUT!!!*” Jocasta screamed, grabbing a blanket in a wad and impotently flinging it at the intruding faces as May began to laugh hysterically.
Getting dressed the next morning, Jocasta stuck the magic bow pin back through the cuff of her coat. Miraculously, the party had found it in their search for their Elvish ranger.
The bow had been a good-luck charm, of sorts, and a reminder; given to her by the leader of her convent as a symbol of their faith when she’d left to go on this pilgrimage into the wider world…
The original purpose of that pilgrimage was to spread the word of their religion to others, and it was implied that she would come into conflict with all the other races that the orthodoxy demonized…
The storms outside the cave had abated with the death of the Ice Giant, though they’d still have to trudge back down the path through feet of snow… But, without a blizzard blowing right in their faces, they wouldn’t have to use ropes to tether themselves to each other…
As they left the cave, Calista took the lead and Yuri grabbed the reigns of the sled which carried their trophy from the Giant… Jocasta and May stepped into the daylight together, and the Elf thought she’d retire her little magic bow in favor of a new one when they got back to the tavern and collected their bounty…
“Ears okay?” May asked.
“Yeah. Nice and toasty under this hood…”
“Good… As fun as *warming you up* turned out to be, I don’t want you getting frostbite again…”
Almost everything Jocasta’s old faith had taught her was wrong; informed by ignorant religious fervor and xenophobia…
May had broken her ice faster than anyone she’d ever met, and, in the most intimate moments, had been nothing but fair and tender – if a little raunchy – to her… She was far from the bloodthirsty demoness – the malicious schemer putting on a cheery face – Jocasta had subconsciously thought her to be when they first met…
“About that…” The Elf began.
“Hmmm…?”
“Since we were *so rudely interrupted* last night…”
“*Yeah?*”
“*Tavern rooms have locking doors… Maybe I can actually return that favor in private when we get back…*”
May grinned at her, her eyes flashing orange with mischievous glee.
“*What?*” She teased. “*A kinky Elf slut like you doesn’t like it when people watch?*”
They both cracked up with laughter and, slipping their gloved hands together, started down the mountainside behind their partymates.
Jocasta would definitely need a different bow…
(Fin.)
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*Questions, comments, constructive feedback always welcome! Tried a few new things with this piece and ran into some formatting issues, but I hope you enjoyed the read all the same!*
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