Keeping Warm

"I find that gratitude begets, among other things, desire."

Tags: rescued, cuddling, kissing, virgin, cunnilingus, missionary, creampie.

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The snowstorm battered Ciaran Xanderson. It had been ongoing for hours, and Ciaran's entire body was numb with cold. He thought it'd be over by now, but clearly not. He couldn't find any nearby shelter to make a fire in, and he wasn't sure how long he could keep walking. He couldn't even remember what he'd come up to Asmana's northern region for.

His legs suddenly gave way, unable to keep going. Was he going to freeze to death here? Just another adventurer who underestimated the power of nature? No... it couldn't end like this... not like... this...

"Sex awake?" A voice asked faintly.

"Uuh..."

"Is sex awake?" The voice was more clear as Ciaran slowly opened his eyes.

"AH!" Ciaran backed up rapidly, for he saw something very much like a hairy white troll before his eyes.

"Sorry! Me sorry. Me no hurt sex-me help sex!" the creature cried, holding up two apologetic hands.

The... whatever it was, was clearly female. Two mild breasts stuck out from her chest, covered in white fur like the rest of her large, plump body. The exception was her hands, which were covered in hardened skin not unlike a wolf's paws. Her face also jutted forwards slightly. Ciaran could make out her blackened eyes and grey lips, but no nose protruding outwards. He could see two nostrils though, thin as they were.

"How did I get here?" Ciaran asked.

"Me carried sex here. Heard cry help and saw sex collapse in storm. Me bring sex to cave, hope wake up." His savior answered.

"Thank you for saving me, but I didn't cry for help-I was too weak."

"Me heard woman cry 'help' though." she answered "Followed voice and found sex. Didn't hear with ears-with head."

That was all Ciaran needed to know. Wakeeda. She must have used Ciaran's dullen magic to sound a mental beacon for help. He kept forgetting she always watched over him from her shack.

"I understand now. By the way, my name isn't sex. It's Ciaran." The wizard started to get a bit closer to her.

"Then what purple 'sex' on body?"

Ciaran looked at where she pointed: to the purple 'C.X.' on his tunic. "Oh, those are my initials. My name is Ciaran Xanderson. What's your name?"

"No have name. Some call 'Yeti'. Some call 'monster'. Me don't know what means." She replied, shrugging.

"It means they really don't like you." Ciaran explained shortly.

"Why? Me no hurt them. Live here in cave."

"They're just bigots. Not worth the trouble." The wizard was telling himself as much as the yeti. He couldn't stand bigots. Ciaran shivered slightly. There wasn't a fire or anything, and his tunic was still soaked with snow. Yeti's eyebrows raised.

"Does Ciaran want keep warm? Yeti can help keep warm." She opened her arms wide "Come. Yeti hold Ciaran."

Shakily, Ciaran stumbled forwards into Yeti's arms and she embraced him tightly, but not so tight it hurt. Yeti's chest was soft and fluffy, in contrast to the coarse hair Ciaran expected. The wizard found himself quickly getting warmer as Yeti lay down with his head against her chest. He wrapped his own arms around her and hugged her back.

Yeti's plump body was extremely warm. The wizard found himself resting his head on her chest, between her breasts. In answer, she gently fell back and let him lay on top of her, supporting his weight with clear ease. His hands moved from her back and to her sides.

"Ciaran... Yeti feel strange..." She informed the wizard, sounding a little worried. "Yeti feel very hot downwards..."

"Where?" Ciaran asked, breaking the hug.

"Feel hot... here..." She gently touched her nethers as she whispered "What mean?"

The wizard was slightly surprised. She didn't know what heat meant? Did that mean she was...

"Yeti, tell me something. How do I smell?" Ciaran asked, moving closer again.

"Ciaran smell good... Yeti like..." the creature told him, taking a large sniff "Ciaran smell... make Yeti hotter... What mean, Ciaran? Yeti... worried..."

"Don't be. It just means that you like me." Ciaran told her. "Close your eyes. I'll show you."

The wizard wasn't sure what was coming over him. Maybe his other encounters had emboldened him. Yeti closed her eyes and Ciaran gently placed his lips to hers. Yeti's eyes flew open and she looked surprised. Ciaran broke the kiss before he could get too into it.

"How did that feel?" he asked, nearly whispering.

"Uhh... Ye-Yeti..." Yeti stammered. "Fe-felt good..."

"Do you want me to do it again?"

"Y-Yes." She nodded.

"Open your mouth a little this time..." The wizard moved in again.

Yeti met him this time. She parted her lips and Ciaran gently eased his tongue in. She seemed surprised, but let him explore her mouth. Her tongue didn't feel rough like he expected, and his own circled it. A hand moved upwards and took hold of her left breast, gently squeezing it.

Yeti moaned into their kiss, starting to match his motions. One of her hands rested on top of his head, pushing him into the kiss while the other hand moved downwards and squeezed his buttock. The wizard noticed that she'd opened her legs, seemingly by instinct alone.

Ciaran pulled back, breaking the kiss and leaving a small trail of drool. He was fully hard now, and eager to move on. But before then, he had to get Yeti ready.

"Stay still. I want to taste you..." Ciaran asked of her.

"T-taste Yeti?" her voice had a twinge of fear.

"Not like that." Ciaran chuckled, moving downwards "Try to relax yourself. If you want me to stop, just tell me. Okay?"

"O...okay..." Yeti meekly answered.

His tongue met her nether lips and she flinched in pleasure. Yeti's pussy tasted rather strange. It was very salty in contrast to other women. But Ciaran didn't mind-his tongue licked up her pink slit in long, slow motions that made the Yeti moan throatily. His thumbs spread apart her lips widely as he pushed his tongue inside her, making her squeal.

"Ah... Me... like..." Yeti moaned.

The wizard tongue-fucked Yeti, thrusting as deeply as he could before pulling back. Her noticed her bead hardening in answer to to his treatment. His mouth moved upwards and he sucked on it, making her jerk and nearly closing her legs on him. He smiled internally-he loved catching his lovers by surprise like that.

Ciaran's tongue slowly licked her bead up and down as his fingers began to work on her pussy. He placed two fingers together and slowly pushed them into Yeti, causing her to moan loudly. He spread them apart inside her to find that she was as tight as a... Well, a virgin.  This knowledge in mind, he couldn't wait any longer. It was now or not at all.

"Do you want to move on to the next thing?" Ciaran asked, pulling back.

"Y-yes. Yeti curious. Want more..."

"Okay: stay laying down."

Ciaran felt he should be slightly fearful as he placed a hand either side of her, yet nothing but pure desire burned in his heart. Taking the virginity of a Yeti. To think the mere thought would once have repulsed him... Now he couldn't be more excited at the action. And his family had told him he couldn't change who he was.

The wizard pushed himself forwards gently and his cock head broke into the entrance. A gasp escaped both of them, and it turned into a moan as Ciaran started to push inside Yeti. Inch by inch... The slow pace was nearly killing the wizard, but Yeti's comfort was more important than his pleasure.

Ciaran felt his crotch gently hit Yeti's. He was fully inside her entrance now. Her insides felt very warm, and she clenched tightly around him. He also felt her legs wrap behind his own, though she was unable to lift them higher up his body. He was silently grateful-she may have crushed his back in pleasure by accident.

"Ah! Ah... Feel... Ciaran feels very good!" Yeti announced.

"Good, I haven't hurt you then. I'm going to start moving now, okay?" The wizard asked.

"O-okay..."

Ciaran pulled back before pushing inside again, slowly building up his tempo. Yeti's virgin pussy was as tight as it was wet, and her throaty moans resounded around the cave. Looking down, Ciaran saw no blood on his cock. So he hadn't jumped to the sex too quickly. That was a relief to know.

"Ah... More... faster..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes... faster... please..."

At Yeti's panted request, the wizard began to fuck her faster. Harder. The wizard started to moan as well, joining his voice with Yeti's and singing his pleasure together with her. She cupped his face with her hands and pulled him low as he fucked her, meeting their lips again. She kissed him with unbridled passion, her tongue dancing lustfully with his.

The wizard could feel his pressure building inside. Although he didn't dare break the kiss, he already knew where she wanted it. Especially as her legs had wrapped around his and he doubted he could pull out anyway. Ciaran felt his pressure break as he thrust inside one last time. His cock spurted one, two, three loads into Yeti's wetness as he moaned into her mouth.

Yeti wrapped her arms around Ciaran and she deepened the kiss. Ciaran's arms wrapped around her neck and he met her with eagerness until she broke it. Still hazy from his orgasm and the intense kiss that came with it, he rested his head on her chest for a few moments...

He only opened his eyes when he realized something: aside from the fire crackling, it was silent. The howling of the wind had gone. Looking to the cave entrance, he saw that the snowstorm had finally ended. It was time that the wizard got going. He gently pushed against Yeti and got up, beginning to redress.

"No stay?" Yeti asked.

"I'd like to, but I have a duty to perform out there." Ciaran told her.

"Duty important?"

"Yes; very important. Thank you for helping me keep warm."

"Thank you for..." But Yeti couldn't finish the sentence. "Can Ciaran come again sometime?"

"We'll have to wait and see." The wizard answered, holstering his wand. "But if you meet other adventurers who you like, don't just force them into such things. Offer yourself to them."

"Okay, Ciaran. Yeti never forget you though." She told him.

Ciaran stepped out of the cave and into the sunlight. After his eyes had adjusted to the sight, he saw something that nearly made him groan. A mob of 10 people or more had congregated outside the cave. The wizard already didn't like the look of this. Asmanans may have been more accepting of others than Westenders, but that wasn't a high benchmark.

One of them, a bald black-skinned man, stepped forwards. "Are you hurt? Did it hurt you at all?" he asked hurriedly. From the way that the rest of them followed after him, he was the leader of this little mob.

"No. She saved me, in fact. I was caught in that blizzard and she brought me into the cave. Helped me keep warm." Ciaran informed them.

"Likely because it wanted to keep you for itself." Another mob member told him.

"You're lucky you got out." A second chimed in.

"Too right. Just head south: we'll take care of it." The leader told Ciaran.

"No." Ciaran's word shocked them "You back off of her. She's done nothing to hurt any of you."

"Yet! How long until it starts venturing out to kill our livestock? Steal our crops?!" The mob leader cried. "It's a threat, just like that witch doctor in Spirit Swamp!"

Rage flared in Ciaran, and something of it must have shown because the group backed away from him slightly. His voice came out as quiet and deadly as death herself "That witch doctor happens to be my best friend. I have no patience or tolerance for bigots like you, so you've all got 10 seconds to start running before I blast the judgemental idiocy out of you."

"We won't win this fight, Hank." One of the mob told the leader. "I've only just recognized him: this is Ciaran Xanderson. He's got the longest win streak in Agliophilia."

"My reputation precedes me. If I intended for Yeti to be dead, she would be dead. So let me make this clear: I will draw my wand in five seconds. You have until then to run like your lives depend on it. Because they will." Ciaran threatened them.

"There's 11 of us and one of you. How do you expect to win?" Hank hissed.

"Ha!" Ciaran gave a single laugh before his expression turned dark "6 of you."

The mob turned around and saw that nearly half of the group had run away. Hank's face dropped as the remaining 5 left as well.

Ciaran counted down. "Five. Four. Three. T-" But the leader turned tail and ran away at a surprising speed.

The wizard smirked to himself. Having a reputation in Asmana had both it's perks and cons. Satisfied that they wouldn't come back, he set off southwards with a crick of his neck. Wakeeda wasn't going to believe this...

...actually, knowing her, she probably would.

Dancing Lessons

Emily teaches Shampoo how to dance. Shampoo's way of thanking her is... interesting.

This is my half of an art trade with DarkShadow777. His side of the trade can be found here.

(Author's notes: All characters are depicted as over 18 years old in this story, and I'm using non-canon versions of Shampoo and Emily. If you have an issue with either of those, don't read the story.)

(Tags: waifus, Emily, Stardew_Valley, aged-up, Shampoo, Ranma_1/2, dancing, massage, cunnilingus, tribbing, amazon_position)

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When Shampoo had received the offer to come to Keza's house, she wasn't expecting this. It was just a two-story house on an unimportant street. Highly different to Dark Guy's mansion. The amazon walked up the path and knocked on the door. Then she noticed a doorbell to the side. Pressing it, she was sure she heard a dog barking from inside.

After a few seconds, the door opened to a pretty familiar face. A feline guy with highly feminine features. "Hello." he said, a little shyly.

"Nihao. I Shampoo. Here see Emily; dancing lessons." She introduced herself.

"Oh, come right in! I'm Bela." The feline stepped back.

Shampoo stepped inside and wiped her feet, closing the door behind her. "Pleasure to meet, Bela. You a Dark Guy character, yes?"

"Yeah, but I'm also one of Kez- Well, right now I'm Keza's only husbando." Bela smiled. "So, I'm here."

"What this house?"

"This is Keza's house." Bela answered with a shrug. "It's no royal castle, but we're happy here. Alexandra and Curie are the mothers of the place, Elena and Emily keep everyone's spirits up, Hanako is the main cook and I... Well, I pitch in where I can. Usually, that means keeping the girls satisfied when Keza's not around." the feline smiled, blushing slightly.

"You good at?" Shampoo asked, curious.

"Not as good as Keza. He knows all of our ins and outs. I'm certain he's got a supercomputer in his head." Bela opened a door to the left and led Shampoo into the main room. "Hey, Emily?"

Emily poked her head from behind an extremely curvaceuos elf wearing a regal dress, who also looked very familiar to Shampoo. "Yeah? Oh, hey Shampoo!"

"Nihao, Emily. How you?"

Emily got up and brushed off her dress. "I'm great, thanks! Ready for me to teach you that dance?"

"Very much." Shampoo answered, smiling widely.

The elf-Alexandra Arvernus-winked at Shampoo and joked "Use protection, you two!"

A woman reading a medical textbook then spoke in a very French accent "Oui. It is most important to protect yourself against-"

"Yes, yes, Curie, I know." Emily stammered, with the air of a child trying to escape a lecture from a mother. The thought made Shampoo chuckle.

Emily led Shampoo up a flight of stairs and pushed open the door in front of them both. The door had "E & E" engraved on a plaque. The room was divided into two, but a pole sat in the centre of the room, giving Shampoo an idea.

Emily headed to a parrot with a bandaged-up wing, giving Shampoo time to look around the room. Besides the double bed and drawers, Emily's side had a big table on which lay large pieces of various fabrics and pairs of scissors. A sewing machine sat to the side.

On the other side was posted an assortment artworks depicting a savannah, baobab trees, elephants and other African sights. Otherwise, there was just a bed.

"What parrot name?" Shampoo asked.

"I didn't give him one. He's a parrot, not a pet." Emily answered. "So Shampoo, are there any dances you'd like to learn?"

"Yes. Dark Guy favourite dance is poledancing. Shampoo try before but..." she rubbed her backside, remembering what had happened "Not end well."

"Hmm... poledancing is more Elena's thing, but I know a few things I can teach you. The first being to warmup. Stretch out your arms and legs, because they're about to be put through the mill."

Shampoo and Emily both began stretching. Shampoo found herself mimicking what Emily was doing. First, bending down and touching her toes, holding it for a few seconds. Then holding her arms above her head while leaning her butt to each side, rotating on her heels. Then interlocking her fingers and pushing her palms out from her.

"Okay, are you warmed up?" Emily asked, holding her arms far apart from each other while bending her shoulders back.

"Shi." Shampoo confirmed. Emily's raised eyebrow made her stammer a little. "Oh-um, yes. Shampoo warmed up."

"Good. Now, we'll start easy-keeping our feet on the ground." Emily smiled. "Speaking of which, you might want to take the shoes off." Shampoo quickly obliged, eyes on Emily.

Emily walked to the pole and span around it twice counter-clockwise, keeping both feet on the ground. She pressed herself against the pole while sliding her torso down it and sticking out her backside. To Shampoo, it already looked sexy. Emily brought her legs back to the pole and struck a pose, wrapping her right leg around it while gripping it tightly with both hands.

"Now, your turn." Emily told Shampoo. "See how much of that you can do."

Shampoo repeated Emily's routine. Spinning around the pole twice was easy, but she wasn't sure how well she pulled off the bending over, as her breasts got in the way slightly. As she struck the final pose, she could tell from Emily's smile that she'd passed this trial.

"Very good. I think you can already move to the more advanced stuff." Emily clapped her hands together. She chuckled at Shampoo's expression and added "Nothing too hard: grip the pole tightly and lift yourself off the ground. Spread your legs out, too-keep yourself up with only your hands."

Shampoo did what she was asked. She lifted herself up, to find that it wasn't as hard as she thought. Maybe all those pre-fight warmups had paid off after all. She clambered a little higher with her hands and feet before spreading her knees apart. She took a deep breath and took her feet off the pole, spreading them apart too. She eventually managed to do a full-split while gripping the pole.

Emily nodded her approval and Shampoo spoke "How Shampoo doing?"

"Great! You've gotten past two of the hardest parts already! I guess being a 'Chinese Amazon' helps in other areas too."

"Hardest parts?" Shampoo asked.

"Having enough strength to keep yourself up, and enough flexibility to contort your body into splits and other difficult poses."

"What now?"

Emily replied instantly; she'd clearly thought this through. "Now I want you to stick your body out straight. Like a flag."

Shampoo nodded. She brought her legs back in and clambered a little down the pole. Then she slowly formed a straight line with her body until she was sticking directly out, from fingers to toes. She stayed there for a few seconds while Emily counted upwards on her fingers. Once she reached ten, she spoke.

"Good!" Emily encouraged. "Now, bring yourself back in and-"

"One moment..." Shampoo pointed her feet downwards and let go of the pole-her hands had started hurting. She rotated her wrists slowly and clenched her fingers a few times.

"Okay I'll make this the last exercise then." Emily smiled sympathetically. She waited for Shampoo to nod before continuing. "Once you're back up, grip the pole with one of both of your legs. Make sure your leg is gripping it tightly. Then I want you to let go with your hands, throw yourself back and pose."

"What pose?"

"Make it up!" Emily urged enthusiastically.

"Okay... Wo you zhege..." Shampoo encouraged herself, shaking her hands a little more before climbing back up the pole.

She gripped the pole tightly with her left leg, swinging her right leg over her ankle to make sure it was locked there. She also tucked her right ankle around the pole. Now for the moment of truth. Shampoo let go with both of her her hands.

While she felt her skin struggling against the pole, she somehow knew she wouldn't fall. Going with the first pose coming to her, she arched her back, jutting her large boobs out. Her head was thrown back, her eyes turned to the ceiling. One hand rested behind her head, and the other hands fingers stroked the pole slowly, as if in appraisal, or worship.

Emily jumped in excitement that her pupil had progressed so quickly. "Amazing, Shampoo! You're a natural!"

Shampoo slid down the pole, landing on her feet. "Well, you good teacher, Emily."

"Thanks. Now, the rest is up to you and your imagination."

"What? What you mean?" The amazon asked.

"Dancing is an art form. Just let your creativity go wild and you'll create a spectacle!" Shampoo was still a little confused, and it must have shown on her face because Emily smiled understandingly. "Some things are better shown than told. I'd stand back from the pole..." Emily warned.

She pushed the play button on a stereo and locked her eyes on the pole as an upbeat drum sounded from the stereo. She clapped in time with the fast drumbeat, clearly waiting for the right moment...

The parrot squawked in rhythm with the music as Emily jumped on the pole, as if her legs were loaded with springs. Emily wrapped a leg around the pole and what followed was nothing less than the most sensual and passionate dance Shampoo had ever witnessed. The music had changed from a simple drumbeat to a slightly faster techno tune that Emily span, twirled, pushed and pulled to.

The music began to play a flute along with the techno music and Emily's movements became much more graceful, but no less erotic. Emily even rotated her figure while spinning herself around the pole. Shampoo was certain that she saw colours emitting from her figure as she danced.

A twinkling sound was added to the song. In answer, Emily began to slow down her dancing, pacing her motions around the pole much more, but still keeping to the same style of graceful sexiness.

The song finished as Emily slid down the pole and struck a pose, one leg sticking high in the air, the other laying flat and both hands gripping the pole tightly as her head was thrown back. Shampoo could only clap in answer, dumbstruck by what she'd just witnessed. She now understood what Emily had meant by art.

"How... How you did that?!" Shampoo asked incredulously as Emily staggered to her feet.

"I just... let my instincts... take over... and guide where... my limbs go!" Emily panted, bent double.

"Emily look tired from dance."

"I am a little... I normally give myself much more of a warmup." Emily admitted.

"Would Emily like Shampoo to give massage? Would be Shampoo pleasure."

"I'd like one, but I don't have any lotion..."

"Good masseuse always come prepared." Shampoo produced a bottle of lotion from her dress. "Strip off and lay on stomach."

Emily and Shampoo both stripped off their dresses. Shampoo took note that Emily's body was more coloured than hers, but also slightly smaller overall. Particularly the breasts. They still looked large enough to play with, though...

The dancer lay on the bed face down. The amazon squirted lotion into her hands and rubbed it on Emily's back. She kneaded the dancer's lower spine a little before working her way up to the shoulder blades. Once her back was fully covered in lotion, Shampoo squirted some more into her hand and applied it to her bust while swinging a leg over Emily.

Once her large breasts were nice and slippery, Shampoo bent over and pressed them tightly against Emily's back. She began to push her breasts up and down the dancer's rear. Slowly at first, and only up and down. In answer, Emily let out a soft moan, though of what, Shampoo wasn't sure. Pleasure? Contentment?

After a few pushes forwards, Shampoo began to move side to side, move a little up or down, side to side again. After a minute or so, she began to rotate herself across the dancer's back. Clockwise for three turns, anti-clockwise for two, clockwise for another two, all in aslow and steady rhythm.

"Mmmmmm..." "Aaaaaaahh..." "Ahhh yesss..." Emily's soft moans were getting Shampoo rather heated...

"Turn over, Emily. Shampoo wants do rest..." Shampoo got off Emily and the dancer turned over, blushing a little, but showing no sign of wanting to stop or slow down.

Shampoo started with Emily's hands. She pressed her thumb into the palm of Emily's right hand, holding it as flat as she could with her other hand. She moved her hand around Emily's and pressed her thumb into other spots around it. She then turned it over and pressed her lips to the knuckles.

The two smiled at each other. "Keza's usually the only person who kisses my hands..." Emily admitted.

The amazon chuckled "Keza sound classic romantic. Shampoo see why he love Emily..." she spoke sincerely, crawling over the dancer. Emily blushed slightly more at her words. Shampoo picked up Emily's left hand and repeated the process, pressing her thumb into various spots around it. Then she kissed it, three times-once in the centre, two on each side.

Shampoo swung her leg back over Emily and started to play with her breasts. Thought they weren't as big as her own, Shampoo still found herself enjoying pressing them together. In answer, Emily reached up and started to play with Shampoo's in turn. Their methods were highly different though; while Emily was much more gentle, and focused on Shampoo's nipples-pulling them in rhythm-Shampoo groped and squeezed Emily's breasts roughly. She resisted the temptation to spank them, as she doubted Emily would enjoy it.

Her hand rubbed down Emily's torso towards her nethers. She gently touched Emily's blue bush above her pussy "You have such pretty lips here... Shampoo wants kiss them all over..."

Shampoo shifted downwards and Emily spread her legs apart. The amazon's thumbs spread the dancer's lips apart, and her tongue began to explore Emily's pussy. Slow, steady licks along the whole pinkness, causing Emily to moan a little louder than before. Shampoo's tongue found the tang of lemon and lime, but there were many other fruits involved in the taste as well.

The amazon began dipping her tongue inside Emily's entrance every few licks. Each dip caused the dancer to suddenly jerk while letting out a soft squeal. Her juices had started flowing now, and her bead had come out to play. Shampoo kept her focus on licking Emily's pinkness, savouring the tangy juices leaking onto her tongue.

Shampoo pushed her tongue into Emily's wetness as far as she could make it, breathing in the zesty smell through her nose. The dancer responded with a muffled but still louder moan. Emily's legs also twitched inwards as Shampoo started wriggling her tongue inside her. It wasn't the reaction Shampoo had wanted though. She pulled back, deciding to try something else.

Shampoo lightly bit Emily's clit and pulled back before letting go. The dancer's jolt and scream of pain told Shampoo she didn't enjoy it. Instead, the amazon spread apart her entrance with her right index and pinky fingers, slowly pushing inside the middle two. Her left hand kept Shampoo steady and her mouth lightly sucked Emily's bead.

Shampoo's pussy felt very hot now, and she could feel her own juices dripping down her inner thighs. It was time. The amazon kissed Emily's bead one last time and asked "Does Emily have toys?"

The dancer stammered slightly "Y-yes, but I'd ra-rather feel you... just you..."

The amazon got on top of Emily, meeting their pussies together and gripping her ankles to steady herself. She pushed forwards and her pussy rubbed against Emily's, sending a wave of pleasure throughout both of them. She pulled back, sending another surge through them both.

Shampoo tribbed Emily's pussy slowly, savouring every push, forwards and back. Emily's moans were soft, but they came from deeper than just her throat. Shampoo drew out each push as long as possible, but also weaved them into each other, not hesitating before pushing either way. The dancer was moaning continuously now, her mouth wide open and her eyes locked on Shampoo's figure.

"Emily so sexy! Shampoo love that face you making!" The amazon told the dancer.

Shampoo began to push against Emily's tightness faster. Im  answer, the dancer reached up and groped the amazon's boobs again, pulling the nipples in time with Shampoo's movements. Their collective juices could be seen pooling on Emily's chest. It was so smooth, and Emily's treatment of Shampoo's nipples added to the pleasure greatly. The feeling of her breasts being pulled side to side gave the amazon another idea.

Shampoo stopped thrusting back and forth, instead moving herself side to side. The change in movement caused Emily to let out another squeal of bliss, letting go of Shampoo's breasts as the pleasure overwhelmed her. From the dancer's breathing and moans, it looked like she was getting close. Shampoo sped herself up, sending both of their juices side to side and onto the bed.

"Uh! Uhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." Emily's body began to shake with the pleasure as her orgasm crashed over her. Shampoo stopped moving and loosened her grip on Emily's legs, but didn't let go. Emily's eyes opened, but looked directly at her nose.

The sight made Shampoo laugh. "Emily look cute with her eyes crossed like that! Heehee!" Shampoo told her, her kitty still pressed again Emily's.

"Uh... okay..." Emily stirred, flashing a mischevious smile as she lifted herself up. The dancer placed a hand against Shampoo's chest. With a grunt, she shoved Shampoo backwards but shuffled forwards so that their pussies still touched.

Emily rubbed her entrance against Shampoo's, sending a spike of pleasure through the amazon. But she reacted quickly: positioning herself to push back against the dancer. It was quickly returned by Shampoo, and the two girls pushed against each other in rhythm. The dancer pushed harder, as if trying to make up for cumming first. The sight of Emily pushing back against her so heartfully was-

Shampoo felt her pressure break suddenly-she hadn't realized how close she was. She fell backwards and let out a scream as Emily relentlessly grinded their pussies together: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Emily said nothing; just smiled contentedly. She let Shampoo's leg she was holding drop and crawled a bit forwards before resting her chest on the amazon's, the sides of their heads touching. Shampoo instinctively wrapped her arms around Emily in turn. The two blue-haired girls cuddled, breasts pressing together.

Shampoo found herself reaching up and gently stroking Emily's hair. It was soft, and despite the exercise it had just been through, had no knots at all.The amazon was content with just laying here, holding the danc-

A knock on the door made both of them jump. It opened a fraction and a shy, quiet voice asked "E-Emily, does our g-guest want to st-stay for dinner?"

Shampoo sighed and replied "Shampoo love to, but need to get back Dark Guy's. Xiexie for offer, though." The door closed. The amazon got off the bed and began to redress.

Emily spoke, still laying on the bed "Shampoo, if you want to come around for future 'lessons', feel free to. Just don't forget the lotion." she added, winking.

Shampoo smiled and answered "Shampoo have to see when can manage." She'd have to ask Dark Guy, but she could see no reason why he'd refuse. Thinking about Dark Guy was already getting her wet again... She'd have to give him a poledance once she got back home... She couldn't wait to see his reaction!

Introductions

This is the first in a series of slice-of-life stories featuring me, my waifus and my one husbando. I hope you like the series :)

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The sun shone brightly over the city in the late morning.  A large cathedral in the distance chimed eleven. The sound carried a long way, enough that a residential area half a mile away could hear it, albeit faintly. The neighbourhood was a huge oval with a cross running directly through the centre.

Two figures walked down the outside of the oval. One was a tall man, at 6ft5. Looking at his face, it was clear that he needed a shave, but he had beautiful azure eyes and fluffy dark brown hair. The white wolf symbol emblazoned on the front of his baggy hoodie stood out in contrast to the black of the fabric. Underneath the hoodie, just visible from the lowered zipper, a bright orange shirt could be seen.

His tracksuit pants were an equal black, with white lines running up the sides. His figure ended in two black trainers with bright orange laces.

The other was a short girl. Waist-length dark-purple hair covered the right side of her face, which was scarred from burns suffered long along. A single purple eye peeked from the left side. On her head, she wore a black beret tilted to the right side of her face. Lower down, her attire was made up of a long-sleeved dark denim jacket over a light-pink frilly-necked blouse and a pair of long black pants. Black shoes finished the image. She was stepping on tiles, avoiding the gaps filled by dirt.

The girl spoke "K-Keza, what if they-"

"They'll love you, Hanako." The man told her.

"How d-do you know that?"

"They know that if I love you, there's a very good reason for it. Not just anyone gets into the house, you know."

"L-let me remind myself." Hanako told him "You l-live with 4 other w-women and a feminine man, and y-you love all of them? Equally?"

"Yes." He confirmed.

"And n-now you'd like t-to include me as one of th-those women?"

"Yes." Keza thought he detected fear in her tone "You can still back out if you want."

"N-no. I know I love you too..." She answered "I'm just wo-worried you won't love me as m-much when I'm alongside them..."

"I could never do that to you. Not ever." Keza answered. "Here we are."

The house was a regular two-story nearly at the corner of the street. A bright orange car sat in a driveway in front of a huge window jutted outwards in a curve. A dark green door was placed to the right of it. Two windows sat on the second floor. One was mosiac patterned, the other smooth. A final window was placed in the roof, slanted to match it.

Keza led Hanako inside. A staircase covered in green carpet led upstairs, but there was otherwise nothing noteworthy aside from the many pictures along the staircase wall. Keza pushed open the door to the left and Hanako timidly followed.

The living room was large. A large TV sat in the corner on a table, with a games console and a large set of games underneath it. Two black sofas with white spots and two grey swivel chairs dotted the room, most of which were occupied. An arctic nature documentary was on the TV.

"Welcome back, Keza!" Two of the girls called to him in unison.

Keza smirked "I see that Curie won the RPS contest for once. Much as I hate to deprive her of her first love, I need your full attentions." The girls all turned towards him, the TV volume becoming silent. "I'd like you to meet a new addition to our family here." Keza stepped to the side and Hanako walked into view. "This is Hanako Ikezawa. She's from Yamaku Academy. Now, I know you'll all be excited over our newest member, but she's very shy. So, I want you to introduce yourself one by one, and leave it there. You can get friendlier as time goes on. Is that all clear?"

All of them nodded in answer. The elf cleared her throat. "I'll start: it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Ikezawa. I am Alexandra Arvernus." Alexandra's long blonde hair carried a definite tint of orange. Two pointed ears stuck outwards, a golden hoop dangling from each. Her light green eyes gleamed slightly, contrasting her crimson lipstick. She wore a dark-blue nightrobe that fit her curvaceous form well.

"Bonjour, Miss Ikezawa. I am Curie." Curie had short black hair and dark blue eyes. She wore a long dark-blue dress with little white dots all over, giving it the impression of a small galaxy. A pair of black heels rested next to her feet.

"Hey! I'm Emily, and I'm from Stardew Valley." Emily had blue hair and eyes that blended surprisingly well with the bright red from both her lipstick and ankle-length dress. A pair of dark blue boots covered her feet.

"I am Elena. It is very nice to meet you!" Elena's hair was styled like Curie's, but it was a platinum blonde colour that stood out against her light brown skin. She wore very little compared to the others: merely a white two-piece bikini-like outfit. However, she also wore many multicoloured bands on her neck, arms, wrists, shins, and ankles.

"H-hello. I'm Bela Imari." Bela was a feline, and it was almost hard to tell that he was male. He had a pretty face and a slender torso, but wide hips and shapely legs from there on. He wore a frilly light-blue dress that reached halfway down his thighs with a floral pattern and a pink bowtie. A pair of light blue trapeze boots completed the look.

"It's v-very nice to meet you all..." Hanako told them, managing a small smile.

She began to go from person to person, giving a handshake. Bela answered it with a smile of his own. Elena seemed to want to pull her in for a hug, but contented herself with a grip of the shoulder instead. Emily clasped Hanako's hand with both of hers, lightly running her fingers over Hanako's knuckles. Curie smiled and slightly bowed her head.

Alexandra smiled slightly as she shook hands with Hanako "I understand the nervousness, but you've got nothing to fear from us. Keza loves you, and I know we'll come to love you too."

"Ah, fu-" Keza's hand met his forehead with an audible slap. "Sorry Hanako. I forgot Alexandra has an empathic touch."

"What does th-that mean?" Hanako asked, worried.

"She can sense your feelings by touching you." Bela answered.

Alexandra let go of Hanako's hand. "Yes. And I can sense a lot of... well, you already know. I'm sorry."

"Please don't..." Hanako asked, sounding slightly scared. "Don't be sorry. I don't like it when..." There was a slight pause while Hanako tried to pick her words. "...when I'm being pitied..."

"I understand. I promise not to think of you that way." Alexandra bowed her head slightly.

"That might be harder than it sounds for her, Hanako." Keza told her "Alexandra is like Lilly-she's motherly by her very nature. Just tell her if she's making you uncomfortable."

The elf spoke up again. "If I may ask something, Hanako?"

"S-sure."

"Could you come sit on my lap?" she beckoned slightly.

Hanako hesistated. "W-what?"

"You're long overdue for some physical affection, sweetie. Ten years overdue."

"You can trust her, Hanako." Keza told her, before Hanako could refuse outright "She's good at comforting us when we need it. I know you're not good with others, especially strangers, but I swear on my good health that she just wants you to feel loved. This is the best way to do it, in her mind. Although Alexandra, you could have phrased that much better than you did."

Hanako thought this over for a while. Alexandra opened her mouth to speak at some point, but a gesture from Keza stopped her. The other girls and Bela had turned their attention towards the now-unmuted TV, mostly out of respect for Hanako's privacy. There was a long silence, broken only by the voice of the announcer.

Finally, Hanako spoke "...Can you p-promise me you won't d-do anything... without asking me f-first?"

Alexandra made a cross over the right side of her chest with a finger, not taking her eyes off Hanako.

The short girl slowly made her way over to the elf. She placed a hand on the sofa arm beside her and turned herself around, setting herself on Alexandra's thighs. Hanako leaned back and her head contacted with the elf's chest. With the nightrobe covering them, her breasts felt very much like fleshy pillows.

Keza took the empty seat on the sofa next to Alexandra and Hanako. He thought he saw Hanako smiling slightly, but couldn't be sure as her head was turned downwards. Her left hand was folded over her right to hide her scars, though she didn't need to. Old habits, Keza supposed.

After a minute or so, Alexandra spoke again, much quieter "Hanako, do you mind if I brush your hair?"

"I-I guess not..." At Hanako's answer, Keza handed Alexandra the hairbrush from the table by the sofa's side. Hanako leaned forwards and the elf began to slowly brush the student's hair, down to the very end at her waist. Hanako sighed in answer, looking like she enjoyed it.

Keza wondered for a moment how long it had been since she'd felt a mother's love. He also breathed a very slight sigh of relief. Introducing Hanako had gone much better than he'd predicted. Now there was a new member of his house, and he got the feeling things were only going to get better from here on.