“You don’t have to do this.” Whispered Shazri as her companion Lirial of the night elves pressed her slender body against Shazris reptilian bulk. Shazri was of the lizardfolk. Six feet of dark green scaled muscle marked with stripes of paler green. Her bulky powerful body was a contrast to the slightly built night elf.
“You need my warmth you stubborn lizard.” Chided Lirial as she wrapped her slim thighs around Shazris waist and pressed her body against the Lizardwomans bulky chest.
“How long have we quested together? How many battles have we fought? Do you really think I would abandon you to so simple a foe as the cold?”
There was an uncharacteristic note of fear in the usually calm elf scouts voice. She was not given to emotion. It was often joked that she was the cold blooded one of the pair as she was dispassionate and cool whilst Shazri had a warm personality and soft heart despite the savage power of her sword arm and her crocodilian jaws.
Lirial could feel Shazris life force fading as the big reptile sank into cold induced torpor. Neither of them was dressed for the chill weather. Shazri wore leather boots and a battered cuirass of boiled ox hide and steel plate over a cotton shift. Lirial was dressed in a spider silk shirt and dark leather leggings tucked into soft boots.
They were sheltering from the snow storm in a deep cave that offered some protection from the bitter winds but Lirial could see no means of starting a fire to warm her companion. Her own night elf blood was better suited to the cold and she knew she would survive. She had already decided that she would have her revenge on the wizard who had banished them here but if anything happened to Shazri that revenge would be such a horror that demons themselves would shudder to speak of it.
Lirial was shocked at her own terror at the thought of losing Shazri. They had been companions in arms for many years but nothing more. Shazri was brave and a fine swordwoman. Lirial trusted the lizard with her life but never thought to harbour more passionate feelings. She was not the type for such things. She had never sought out nor desired intimate companionship. When physical need came upon her she had her own hands for release and had never wanted more.
But now as she tried to cover the larger woman with her body she realised how much she cared for her and even in these circumstances the feel of Shazris sleek scaled muscles against her own smooth skin elicited a thrill.
“I t..told you robbing a wizard was a bad idea..” said Shazri as her weak breath misted the air in feeble puffs.
“We have robbed wizards before and I believe you actually said this one would be easy as he was a pacifist.” Responded Lirial as she felt Shazris powerful heart slow.
“A teleportation spell is technically non violent…although he could have sent us somewhere warm.” Whispered Shazri tiredly.
Lirial felt a fresh pang of panic. She began unbuckling Shazris cuirass pulling the leather and metal from her companions broad chest and stripping off the cotton shift to expose the shapely green scaled flesh beneath. Without pause she stripped off her own lighter clothes. Her own skin was pale with a mauve tint. Smooth save for the brutal scars across her chest and face. An old wound from the whip of an orc slaver many years ago.
The night elf pressed her warm bare body against the cold reptilian flesh of her companion.
“Liri…people..people already talk about us..” joked Shazri weakly.
Lirial squirmed against the Lizardwomans body her hand reaching between the scaled thighs to massage unfamiliar genitals as she rubbed her own sex frantically against Shazris thigh and pressed her warm lips to the woman’s blunt muzzle. On the few occasions Lirial had shared a bed it had been with another night elf. The experience had not been awful but neither had it given her much satisfaction. The jolt of arousal as her naked flesh touched Shazris came as a surprise.
“Liri you left this a little late, if only you had said we could have shared a bed for years.”
“We still can..”
“Well this will at least make my passing more pleasant.”
“No one is passing. We are going to make love by a warm fire. Just hold on.”
Lirial ground her body passionately against Shazri gyrating frantically against her enjoying the slight pain of her sensitive nipples scraping against Shazri’s scales. Despite the desperate predicament she felt her loins warming with a need she hadn’t felt so intensely in years. She tried to keep as much of her lithe writhing form pressed to Shazri’s striped skin as she could.
Reviving slightly Shazri wrapped her muscular arms around the warm body of the slender mauve skinned elf squeezing her tightly as she tried to draw in her mammalian warmth.
“If we do survive this you are going to be so embarrassed.” Whispered Shazri. “A night elf maiden slumming with lizard kin!”
“No, WHEN, we survive this I will dance with you at Drake’s tavern for all to see.” promised Lirial.
Her breathing was strained in a desperate sexual extremis as she tried to push herself to climax knowing her body would heat with orgasm. The green flesh surrounding her slender hand between Shazri’s thighs was certainly warming as she flexed her fingers inside the tight alien folds of Shazri’s sex.
Inspiration struck Lirial at the moment of her orgasm. For seconds she could only cling shuddering as she spent herself straddling the lizardwomans thigh gasping hotly against the woman’s muzzle, her thin lips pressed to one side of the wedge shaped face sharing the warmth of her breath. She clung to her like that for what felt like a long time as she rode out her trembling pleasure.
As she regained her senses she reached out blindly with one hand feeling through her discarded clothes and pulled her grey steel hunting knife from her sword belt.
It was a slim curved blade of night elf manufacture as sharp as broken glass with a black cord wrapped grip. She raised the blade to her long white hair and hacked off as much of her silky tresses as she could.
She placed the shorn hair into the cradle of Shazri’s cuirass then struck her knife against the metal armour trying to cause a spark.
As she worked at this she continued to ride her body against her companion warming them both. Her body moved instinctively as she twisted passionately against Shazri so she could work at her task.
“So that is why you mammals have hair.” Murmured Shazri as she saw what the elf was doing.
Finally a spark took hold and the hair began to smolder. Lirial fed the burgeoning flame with scraps torn from Shazri’s cotton shift and her own silk shirt.
Shazri let out a pained cry. Lirial turned to her in concern.
“Shaz?”
“Oh.. you…you scarcely stopped touching me while you lit the fire…your efforts bore fruit in more ways than one..”
Lirial felt her pale skin darken in a blush despite the cold. Her hand still between the lizardwomans legs was warm and wet now. Shazri bared her crocodile teeth in a smile.
“My sweet vicious night elf I know you only said and did what you needed to save me. We need not speak of it again.”
“Foolish lizard, you were not the only one to reach her peak and when you are recovered I will expect many more nights in your arms.”
Shazri’s nostrils flared. She clambered slowly to her feet warmed by the fire. Lirial rose beside her.
“I smell it too, there are bear in these caves.” Said Lirial. “You think the fire will rouse then?”
“I hope so. You smell bear, I smell warm food and fur coats.” Said Shazri picking her discarded scimitar up from the cave floor.
She reached out and patted Lirials roughly shorn hair.
“It suits you ”
Lirial smiled and she took up her own blades and followed her companion deeper into the cave.
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