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After a grueling day finding their way back into the city of Vhallaki, they go to the tavern. Them being here is a miracle, really. That town hated them for what they did. Saving their missing kids from the werewolves was the only thing that would get them a safe entrance back into the town. All the parents cried with relief and argued that we should be let back in under conditions. So with their asses on parole they tried to get a hold of their carriage and look for Astor, their tree blight companion. An unusual creature.
Toldi is sure there is more to him than meets the eye. She just can’t figure out what it is. In the end, all is well with him and the carriage; they pay the stable boys overdraft fees and go on with their lives.
As she plays her lute at the table and mindlessly mumbles a few lyrics, a young, beautiful woman approaches her and her companions.
“I like the song you're playing.”, she tells her while tucking a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear. Rei and the other two immediately identify this as flirting...Toldi, on the other end, is oblivious.
“Ah, thanks. I usually frequent the flute, I just wanted to switch it up a bit tonight.”
The girl giggles and sits down beside her, looking her up and down.
“You wanna teach me how to play?”
Rei and Rajuz snicker on the other side of the table, shooting them glances before whispering to each other again. Noro joins in and whispers something Toldi can’t make out.
Regardless of their mischief, Toldi perks up at the girl’s request and gives her the lute, standing behind her. She guides her hands to the right places, careful not to scratch her with her claws.
Her new body was much bigger than she was used to, and she was still getting the reins.
“Let's start simple, just three cords.” she continued to guide her and sing into her ear while the others were watching them, exchanging little pieces of parchment and laughing to themselves.
Toldi paid them no mind. She was sharing her precious skills with a stranger who was kind enough to ask for them. There was nothing funny about that to her.
The human's hair smelled like flowers, and Toldi catches herself looking down her shirt and forgets what to do with her hands for a moment.
A shrill note echoes through the hall, and the girl stops playing.
“Sorry.”, the girl muttered.
Toldi puts her hands on the girl's shoulders and squeezes lightly.
“It's alright, nobody's perfect on their first try. You did well.”, Toldi stated, still hovering right beside her ear. The girl blushed and put the lute on the table. Turning towards Toldi and twirling a loose braid in her hand.
“I’m sure you’ve taught much more capable people than me.”
Toldi laughs and sits back down in front of her. “The last ‘person’ I taught”, she makes air quotes, “was a necromancer's undead wife, which didn’t go that bad, but you’re an improvement for sure.”
The girl giggles, and Toldi feels warmth blossom in her chest. Making friends is nice. She doesn’t have many, and it always feels gratifying to share her passions with others. It doesn’t go unnoticed to her that her companions were continuing to be weird and kinda secretive, laughing among themselves all the time.
She focuses back on her new friend.
“What's your name?”, she asks her, trying to ignore her companions.
“Irma. What’s yours?”, she inquires, batting her eyelashes.
“I’m Toldi, nice to meet you”, she tells her, reaching out her right hand. Irma takes it and looks at it, befuddled.
“You’re missing a finger!”, she states, shocked. “Did the werewolves do that to you?”
Toldi chuckles. “No, that’s a long story.”
Irma leans on her hands, her elbows on the table, full focus on Toldi.
“I’m listening.”, she hums, smiling at her.
Toldi orders drinks for the table and relays the whole story, laughing along with her friends. The mead has more honey in it than anything else, but that's how Toldi likes it. It makes talking about their journey much easier. Especially the part where their souls were stuck in a hell sex dungeon for hours...even though Toldi couldn’t lie, some of the tamer activities from that experience had merit.
“And that is how I learned to never make deals with a succubus again.”, she adds to end the story.
Rajuz nods, “I’ll drink to that!” and takes a swig of his tankard, so do the others.
Irma laughs with them and empties her cup of wine. She turns to Toldi and leans in closer to the side of her face, covering her mouth with her hand so the others would not hear.
“Do you want to show me some of the things she did upstairs?”, she whispers with a smirk.
Toldi’s eyes grow wide. The others tried and failed to act like they were in a casual conversation.
What she lived through in that dungeon in hell was no joke, and she wouldn’t wish it on any unwilling participant. Even so, the innuendo isn’t lost on her, and she nods, while a blush spreads across her cheeks.
“But I gotta keep some of my secrets.”, Toldi says, trying to act cool and unbothered. She’s not sure if it lands 'cause Irma takes her hand to lead her upstairs and impudently says, “We’ll see about that.”
Toldi swallows as she leaves the table and her friends' "oooohhh’s" and whistles behind. She would deal with their mockery later.
She doesn’t know how they got where they are, and she feels dumb for not catching on earlier. The last time she had sex was a while ago with a young man back home, who just needed a quick fuck. She was smaller back then...less, well less herself, she would say. It’s not like she hadn’t gotten anything out of it. She walked away with the understanding that sex was redundant and not that important to her, that was until right now. This girl smelled nice, and it was hard to admit to herself that she would love to breathe in all of her. Devour her even.
“How do you wanna do this? You don’t actually want me to whip you, do you?”, she asks, trying to shake off the nerves as she closes the door behind her.
Irma sits on the bed and crosses her legs to lean on them.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with”, she utters, her voice taking on a sultry tone, “I can tell you what I wanna do and you can tell me if that’s a good plan for tonight. Okay, Toldi?”
When Irma says her name in that hungry tone, she already knows that anything out of that mouth would be followed by ‘yes, gladly’. This want she felt was entirely new. Again, she nodded. “Tell me.”
“You will lie down and let me have my way with you, and I’ll guide you if you need it.”, Irma proposes, and Toldi feels exposed. Her inexperience is apparent, and it makes her nervously fidget with the fabric of her skirt.
She is entranced by Irma’s movements and takes a sharp breath in when she comes over to stroke a hand on her chest scales. She couldn’t wait to get out of the rest of her clothes. “Just like you did with the lute downstairs. Think of it as me teaching you a few new notes.”
“Yes, gladly”, she chokes out before leaning down and letting Irma kiss her nose gently. She wraps her hands around Toldi’s shoulders and pulls her down a bit more to kiss and nibble at her neck. Toldi resorts to touching Irma wherever she could reach. Her skin is soft, she smells of flowers and wine, and Toldi feels the sudden urge to bite. She attributes it to some sort of Dragonborn mating instinct, pushes it down, and continues her gentle exploration of the other woman. They grab at each other's clothes and belt buckles, trying to get to as much bare skin as possible.
When they break apart for a moment, Toldi is already breathless, Irma’s tunic is hanging on for dear life, as is Toldi’s skirt.
“Take it off.”, Irma directed.
Toldi is nothing if not obedient. She does as she is told and carefully unbuckles her belt and slips out of her skirts. Her harnesses rattle when they hit the floor, and Irma lets her dress fall in a heap on the floor in response.
She's quick to close the gap between them again. Opening her mouth to kiss Irma before realizing the complications with their equipment. She is about to apologize when Irma opens her mouth and eagerly stretches out her tongue in response. Toldi thinks she could combust right then and there, and lets out a small sound when their tongues meet to roll over each other.
Irma presses down on the base of her tail while continuing her assault on Toldi’s maw. The bell on the tip of her tail jingles rhythmically as she does so, and Irma chuckles into the kiss, which makes Toldi smile in return and lean back.
Irma follows the lines on her chest and admires her scales before whispering, “Will you lie down for me, Toldi?”
She lies down on her back, leaning up on her elbows to watch Irma get on top of her, straddling the tail between her legs.
“You’re so good for me.”, she purrs as she slides down her torso, leaving kisses on her pale stomach and inching down further.
Before she reaches the place Toldi so desperately wants her to touch, she looks back up at her with half-lidded eyes.
“Sing for me”, she exhales, and Toldi follows a little hesitantly, trying to think of the lyrics of the song she sang downstairs.
She feels Irma’s hand gliding along her thigh, teasing her with the tips of her fingers. It feels impossible to sing while being touched like this, and Toldi whines into her lyrics, looking down again, begging without words.
Her words catch when Irma dips a finger into her wetness and gently rubs her clit. The pressure in her stomach builds, and she knows she isn’t hitting the notes like she should. She also thinks she isn’t going to last long when Irma pumps a finger into her.
“Already so worked up.”, she cooed, adding another finger to work Toldi open, her other hand squeezing the side of her hip.
“Keep singing”, she whispers.
Toldi opens her mouth again, only for a whimper to come out before helplessly trying to sing again, and then she feels something hot on her tail. Irma starts to grind down on it, chasing her own relief. As she angles up her tail to help her along, the bell on the tip of it jingles in tandem with their movements, helping Toldi find a rhythm to this madness.
Irma is on top of her, slicking her tail and gasping for air when they increase the pace. The air is filled with Toldi’s bell and the sound of her strained voice still trying to sing her song.
“I’m close”, Irma whimpers and throws her head back, increasing the pace. Toldi clenches around her fingers, the singing now fading into a loud groan as she topples over the edge. Her bell chiming in time with Irma’s hip until she watches her partner fall apart. She was spellbound by the sight. Not able to stop herself, she pulls Irma down to sink her teeth into her shoulder as she comes, making her cry out in response.
She’s apologetically licking over the mark as Irma catches her breath on top of her. Holding her and caressing her back. Irma pushes up and looks at Toldi with a gleaming, blissed out expression.
“You could use some singing lessons.”, she teases, smiling at her and kissing her nose again.
“I was a little distracted.”, Toldi laughs and pulls Irma in by the neck to get a taste of her tongue again. Her bell dings, and if her friends go past the room and hear it, she sure as hell doesn’t care about it now.
In the morning, Toldi gets woken up by the sunlight on her scales. The space in bed beside her is empty. Stretching her limbs, she wondered when the last time she slept so well was. Massaging her jaw, she thinks it must’ve been days ago she got this much rest.
Irma is nowhere to be found, so she collects her things, cleans herself up in the small wash basin on the other side of the room, and gets dressed to go downstairs, when she notices a small note on the nightstand.
Thanks for last night.
I hope to make some music
with you again sometime.
X Irma
Toldi smiles to herself, tucks the note in her pack, and starts heading downstairs. It must be late morning since all her friends are already at a table munching on a little plate of bread and cheese.
When they see her, they shush each other and act like they were not just talking about what may or may not have occurred last night.
Toldi sits down and waves the barkeep down for a glass of honey to put on the cheese and bread, when Rei speaks up, trying to convey innocence.
“Soooo...what did you do last night?”, she asks.
Toldi blushes. “None of your business.”, she croaks, feeling her face heat up at the memory. Rajuz chimes in with a chuckle and lifts his cup to a toast.
“A toast to Toldi’s first time!”, he says, and Toldi shoots up, almost flipping over her chair.
“It wasn’t my first time!”, she yells loud enough for the whole room to hear. She immediately sinks back into her seat, trying to hide from the other patrons and the innkeeper who were now all looking at the display.
Her friends laughed and drank from their cups, leaving her to cool down when Noro speaks up.
“Not to stir the pot, but I never thought you would do it. I was betting on you not going upstairs with her.”
“You bet on me!?”, Toldi grumbles, looking to Rei and Rajuz for answers.
Rajuz shakes a purse full of coins and proudly proclaims, “I knew you would catch on eventually. I believed in you.”
As if that made it any better.
“You all bet on whether I would go have sex with someone … for fun? You all knew what was happening from the moment she came over and didn’t tell me?”
They all nodded and casually continued eating.
“Nothing like a friendly wager between friends.”, Rajuz proclaims, tucking his coin purse away.
Toldi would bring this up again. Maybe she would get petty revenge on them. Even so, in that moment she felt a smile creep up her face as she takes a bite of honeyed bread.
Later, as they stroll through the streets of Vhallaki, they get stopped by a mother and her kids.
“Be careful, there might still be werewolves about. Just this morning, I saw a woman with a fresh bite mark on her shoulder.” She pauses, putting a hand on her chest. “Must’ve fought tooth and nail to escape, poor girl.”
Toldi bites back a chuckle and nervously reassures her that they will take care of it. They were adventurers after all.