Veshra and Netty 4
Veshra has a proposition for Netty, but will the feline take it?
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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"Threatening me with a good time?" Veshra sighs, her eyes fluttering. "Ha... d... do your worst, but listen up. A... all I need to do is make sure you're no longer a problem for this town, right?"
"Right..." Netty says, the head popping into the sex, pulling out, teasing at the entrance.
"S... so we pull off a job here... take what we can... and leave town together. T... then..."
"Yes?" Netty says, pushing deeper.
Tilting her head back, Veshra continues, "T... then, I come back... and I get my reward... mm... and we enjoy... a nice vacation together for our trouble."
Netty pauses, frowning. "You... wanna leave, together?"
Veshra looks to her, one eye open. "Something wrong with that, kitty cat? Don't want to spend time with an old woman like me? Rather go it alone, fucking humans who can't match your kinks?"
Netty tenses up, her tongue rolling out, but she slurps it back up.
"So..." Veshra says, her chest heaving. "What'll it be, love?"
Netty stares down into Veshra's eyes, the hearts of the two women beating furiously from their exertions. Receiving the offer of a lifetime with someone so much like her is something so alien to Netty. It takes her a moment to even consider the request, but when she finally does, she just sneers.
"Sorry, blueberry," she purrs, "But I'm not a prize to be won." As she says this, she rolls away from Veshra, sitting on the edge of the bed. With her hands on her knees, she takes a deep breath, and her cock retracts back into her nebulous form. "I got too many bitches to fuck to settle down. Plus, you'd just slow me down."
Veshra, retracting her own polearm, slinks up behind Netty, wrapping her arms around her, resting fingers at her navel. She rests her chin upon her shoulder and flutters her eyes. "Netty, Netty, Netty," she sighs. "You had to be the one who got away from me. Well, fine," she says, shrugging, squeezing, leaning in towards her ear. With a whisper, Veshra continues. "Why don't we just enjoy the rest of the night as we can, and you can take my initial offer? Split the profits from my hunt, and you disappear from town forever."
Netty leans back, running a hand through Veshra's hair. "Cute, but I'm not budging. Anteronia is full of horny housewives. The thrill of taking them and their treasures is just too much," she says this, her tail flicking over Veshra's thigh. "You understand."
"Oh, I do," Veshra purrs. She then attacks, her mouth giving kisses along Netty's neck, filling the otherwise silent room with the suckling smacks of hickey-inducing hits to her flesh.
Netty gasps, pushing Veshra against her, shaking her head, tilting her neck. "C... couldn't resist leaving your mark on me, eh?" she asks.
"Yer fuckin' right," Veshra growls. Her hands travel over her body, one hand upwards, copping a feel while the other slides down between her legs, rubbing at her thigh, teasing at her lips. "I love every moment of our crazy romp, and I don't want it to end. The night is young. Let's make the most of it before I have to take you in, bound and gagged, naked through the streets if I have to, and get my fat, juicy reward."
Netty leans against Veshra, spreading her legs just a bit, allowing those fingers to delve into her and massage her body. "Mmm... just because I like what you do doesn't mean I'm gonna let you win me." She moves a hand up, guiding the fingers between her legs. "I'm here in town for the long haul, and you're just gonna have to deal with having a wild time instead of a paycheck tonight."
"After another kiss, Veshra leaves Netty's chest, pushing her cheek towards her, staring at the feline with narrowed eyes. "I'll hunt you down all over town if I have to. Fighting you, fucking you, whatever I have to do to keep up my reputation as a hunter. You want some peace and quiet, then you take my offer." With that, she seals her lips against Netty, who reciprocates, their mouths opening a bit, their tongues flicking at one another, a feline tail between a shifter's legs while the shifter's fingers play inside her core. The two do not budge from their lock and hold onto one another, promising delight and threatening further aggression in the future. But, who knows what's next for them?
"You know," Veshra says, her fingers curling up, two inside of Netty, "I'm ready to go again if you are. Just say the word."
Netty's ears flick in response to something. She gasps, not just because of the digits hitting her just in the right spot, but because the door to the bedroom opens. Light casts into the darkened chamber, spreading over the bed and illuminating the two lewd nude ladies.
They stare, wide-eyed, at the two aristocrats in the doorway, the new pair bleary-eyed and exhausted but spurred onto action by what they see.
"Oh shit," Netty whispers, "that's the chick I was gonna bang."
"Seems the couple has been talking at their vacation getaway," Veshra whispers back before she sits up, rolling her shoulders, clearing her throat, and saying, "So, uh... how about some make-up sex?"
That morning, two wanted posters adorn the streets of Anteronia. The hunter's guild had to begrudgingly deny their involvement with the hunter known as V. After all, who wanted to be on the wrong side of the prudish judicators?
It is a funny sight for the old man looking at the poster. The ominous "V" plastered on the poster told people nothing about the "wild-haired sea elf" that the Laramays saw. That means that Veshra got to enjoy her night and her privacy. She can only wonder if Netty was having a fun time being on the wrong side of the law.