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“It’s a slider, I just wanted a cup of sliders!”
Hardwon felt the judgment in the stares of a hot tub full of dryads and the seemingly chill Bear Prince They had almost immediately been invited to strip and relax in the infinite hot tub, excluding young Bev of course. Keeping his walls up, thick and high as usual, he welcomed the opportunity to forget about Gemma in the company of a hot tub full of hot tree nymphs, all seemingly named Triss.
Quickly, Hardwon felt the hope of rebounding from Gemma slip away as Moonshine gained all of dryads’ attention..
Maybe it’s a blessing though, watching Moonshine work her magic on these dryads may as well be a lesson in shroomy seduction. How she managed to keep ethereal beings completely enveloped in her presence seemed god-like to Hardown. He shifted in his seat, now uncomfortable with his own voyeurism yet unwilling to stop. Suddenly he wished he hadn’t shed his clothes without a second thought, his arousal was becoming hard to manage.
‘You gotta chill man, let Moonshine have her thing, don’t be weird. They’ll figure out you’re a virgin if you aren’t chill, man.’
As if reading his mind, Moonshine meets his gaze out of the corner of her eye. Still surrounded by rapturous tree nymphs, Moonshine watches Hardwon shift in his seat, unsubtly trying to pretend he was indifferent to the rest of the hot tub's lecherous activities.
Moonshine’s husked voice echoes through his head via rapport spores.
“Watch this.”
Abandoning any lingering pretense, he responds with an awkward half-thumbs up. His other hand started to drift below the water, tentatively gripping his growing erection.
Moonshine’s hand drifts from where she was cupping Triss’ neck in a passionate kiss, moving almost lazily down her body to the peak of the dryad’s breast, just above the water’s surface. Circling the barklike bud with a gentle movement, Moonshine’s mischievous smirk was apparent even as her lips were busy with the action of her sensual kissing. She was teasing the dryad, ignoring the pleading moans for more until, in a quick movement, Moonshine’s nimble elven fingers pinch the nipple, eliciting a noise from the Dryad unlike anything Hardwon had ever heard before.
Half moan, half scream, Triss bucked in the water, arching her back and causing even more of her nymph body to break the surface and come into view. Moonshine’s laugh was pure sin as she pulled the nature spirit closer towards her, enveloping a breast in her mouth and using her newfound barbarian strength to lift Triss, only to settle the nymph moments later so that she was straddling one of Moonshine’s ample thighs.
“Doing okay over there Hardwon? You’re looking a little flushed”
Once again Moonshine’s voice whispered in his head, her spores aiding her teasing.
Fist tightening over his cock, now painfully hard, Hardwon blinked in surprise. He had nearly forgotten that the scene in front of him was real, not a clumsy vision of desire created in the quiet solitude of his cabin on the Stormborn.
With a rough grip, Hardwon began to stroke himself beneath the water, eliciting small waves each time that Moonshine noted with yet another cruel smirk.
Tongue flitting against Triss’ pert nipples in turn, Moonshine gripped the soft hips of the nymph in her lap.
Moonshine was sinfully gorgeous under normal circumstances. It had taken a while for Hardwon to fully admit to himself how much of a hold this crick elf had on him. After one day with her in the swamps of Moonstone he found himself dreaming of constellations of freckles and spores that tempted him from every bit of skin peeking through her barely-there overalls. The first time he watched her go into a rage, Hardwon knew he was done for. It was that night on the Stormborn that Hardwon’s salacious dreams stopped featuring the scruffy beard of Gemma Bronzebeard, unwillingly replaced with his best friend’s gap toothed grin.
Hardwon watched Moonshine’s delicate but calloused fingers grip Triss’ hips tighter, guiding the dryad’s desperate attempts for friction. No longer content with her swirling tongue, a peaked nipple was gently pulled, caught in those gapped front teeth that haunted Hardwon’s dreams. Deliberately nonchalant, her grip coaxed the dryad into a rhythmic grinding.
“Please. Pl…please I need more”
The tree nymph was gasping, demanding more. More contact. More sensation. More of Moonshine. Hardwon found himself silently begging along with her.
Moonshine, on the other hand, grinned with satisfaction.
“What’s that baby? Did you want some more? Tell this lil crick what you need.”
Below the surface, Hardwon’s grip was becoming frenzied. He had never felt such an undeniable hysteria of lust. In his youth he had some bumbling moments with Gemma during times they could steal away from her family, but even the thrill of those adolescent romps in Irondeep couldn’t hold a feather to this.
The lustful keening of the nature spirit straddling Moonshine’s deliciously thick thigh seemed to parrot the throbbing beginning in his balls. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Get the honey, hyuck hycuk”
Hardwon frantically tried to ignore the intrusive voice of a honey goblin uncomfortably close to the hot tub.
It was the voice of a panicked Beverly from a distance that shook him completely out of his reverie.
“Uh guys, sorry to bother you but this Bear Prince guy isn’t as chill as we thought, I think this honey goblin used to be a Green Teen”
“Fun time’s over, sorry darlin’” Moonshine stood in the infinity tub, unceremoniously tossing the Triss backward into the water. Rising naked and dripping, Moonshine gestured at Hardwon.
“Time to help young Bev.”
She looked straight into the eyes of the Bear Prince.
“I think we’re done with your hospitality…Bring it on, come on!”
Shocked at the quick turn of events, Hardwon heard her voice in his head.
“Get yourself together Surefoot, we’ll finish our little game another time”
This Crick was going to be the death of him.