Tiefling Tryst - A DnD Story

Lorynne's alabaster skin is coated, head to toe, in green slime. She pulls herself up over the stony lip of the well, and rolls onto the floor of the Yawning Portal tavern, while patrons and fellow adventurers chatter around her. She stares up at the ceiling with red, pupil-less eyes and tries not to think on the previous twenty-four hours. The sound of boots on hardwood tells her someone is approaching, and she tilts her head to look up at Kelt, a barbarian from Baldur's Gate, grinning down at her.

"I guess I owe you ten gold!" His voice is cheery. "You didn't get eaten after all!"

Lorynne just stares up at him, reaching into her pack and pulling out ten golden coins. She holds them out, and Kelt frowns.

"What's this?"

"You ever seen the inside of a green slaad?" Lorynne asks.

Kelt shakes his head.

"I have. It ate me. Had to shift into a bear to bust out."

Kelt blinks and raises his eyebrows. "Oh." After a beat he reaches out and takes the gold, grimacing at the texture of the green slime. "So, this is..."

"Slaad blood. Yes."

"It's, uhm. Pungent."

"Help me up, please."

Kelt pulls Lorynne to her feet, and the two of them stumble over to the bar. They sit next to another tiefling. While they are the same race, Lorynne and this other tiefling couldn't look more different. Lorynne is slim and shorter, with red eyes, white skin, a thin tail and a rack of deer's antlers for her horns. The other tiefling is taller, heavily muscled with a tail as thick as her thighs. Her skin is a rich maroon and her eyes are white. A pair of thick, curved ram's horns curl out from her skull. As they sit, the other tiefling turns to Lorynne, looking her up and down.

"Well you look like you've had a good time," she says, smirking. "Find any loot?"

"Nope, just nightmares." Lorynne waits for the bartender to come their way.

"Sorry, but uh, you've got something on your antler."

"What?" She turns back to the other tiefling.

She's pointing at something Lorynne can't see, "I think it's a bit of intestine. Here, hang on." She gingerly pulls something thick and green from Lorynne's antlers and deftly tosses it over her shoulder and down the well that goes into the first level of the dungeon below.

Lorynne blushes with embarrassment, "Thank you. I'm Lorynne. I'd offer to shake, but..."

"Syn!" The tiefling takes her hand, unmindful of the slime. After, she rubs her hand on her pants, asking, "You new to Waterdeep, Lorynne?"

"Yeah. Thought I could make a splash by hitting the Undermountain, maybe leverage the reputation for some work after. But, ahh..." she gestures at the slime.

Syn laughs, "Don't feel bad! Everyone gets a bad roll now and then. You'll kick ass at the next one. I heard you say something about shifting into a bear. Are you a druid?"

Lorynne nodded, "Circle of the Moon. What about you?"

Syn dropped her a wink, "Sorcerer baby. I know all the best tricks. I also know Waterdeep, and there's a place you can clean up properly a couple blocks over if you want to get all that gunk off you."

Lorynne hesitates, thinking longingly about a stiff drink and some hot food. But she admits to herself that being clean is probably more important right now. "Where is it?"

"Come with me, I'll show you."

They step out of the cloying warmth of the tavern and onto a street under assault by a relentless chilly wind coming off of the ocean. Lorynne immediately begins to shiver as the slime catches the cold, and Syn laughs, "Aw you poor thing. Come on, hurry! We'll get you to some hot water."

A few minutes of hurried walking down the street, and they find their destination: a bath house called the Fresh Daisy. Syn ushers them inside and organises for them to have a bathing room. When they step into the room, they find a stone pool set into the ground, filled with steaming water. Next to the pool is a table with a series of soap bars and scrubbing brushes, and above is a copper pipe with a wide mouth, used to refill the pool. Lorynne looks around for a changing room, then looks back and jumps as she sees that Syn has already tossed off every item of clothing she has. Her thick, curved body is in full view, including an exceptional pair of breasts that had been hidden beneath a thick leather bodice. Syn grins over her shoulder at Lorynne, "What are you waiting for?"

Lorynne timidly peels her clothes off and drops them in a nearby bucket. She uses an arm to cover her nipples and her tail to cover her pubis as she awkwardly gets into the water, while Syn is already lying back with her arms spread and her eyes closed.

Lorynne steps in carefully but can't help letting out a sigh of relief at the welcome heat of the water. She sinks down up to her neck, keeping her arms crossed over her chest and legs held together.

Syn cracks open an eye and snorts, "You don't need to be so modest. It's nothing I haven't seen before."

"Oh, uhm... okay." Lorynne unfolds her arms and tries to let herself relax a little.

"Here," Syn grabs a bar of soap and tosses it over.

Lorynne catches it. "Thank you." It's a strange texture, smooth and hard, and at first she's not convinced that it's soap and not just a rock. But as she starts to rub it on her skin, the stone appears to soak up the slime. She smiles, delighted, and starts to get into every crevice she can, desperate to get every trace of slime off of her. She bends her head down and shakes her antlers and hair in the water, then uses the soap stone to gather the slime out of it, so that it doesn't pollute their bath.

On the other side of the bath, Syn has stood, revealing an impressive set of thick abdominal muscles, and a hint of pubic hair just above the waterline, as she uses a scrubbing brush that appears to produce its own soapy lather to bathe herself. She's a much more haphazard bather than Lorynne, and causes a lot of splashing, occasionally putting her foot up on the rim of the bath to get a better angle at her leg, while also flashing Lorynne quite a lot of herself.

Lorynne does her best not to look, but she also senses that this very blunt tiefling might be inviting it. There's something about the way she occasionally shoots a smile at her, or takes her time with certain parts of her body in certain poses.

Lorynne is finally nearly clean. She puts the stone aside and asks Syn for the brush so she can do her back.

"Want me to do it for you?" Syn offers.

Lorynne blushes, then tries to be nonchalant and shrugs. "Sure. Thanks."

She turns around, leaning against the rim, and listens to the sounds of Syn moving through the water towards her. Her heart feels like its in her throat as Syn reaches past her to take up the soap stone, and she feels a nipple brush her ribs.

Then Syn lays her hands on her, and they are firm and warm and sure. They trace the contours of her back and shoulders, cleaning away the grime and leaving a warm, fizzy feeling. She even runs a cloth up through Lorynne's antlers, making sure they're completely clean.

"Thank you," Lorynne mutters. Her voice is a little husky.

"Feel good?" Syn asks in a low voice.

She nods, "Mmhmm."

"... wanna feel better?"

Lorynne looks over her shoulder as Syn slides her hands over her hips, and up her sides. She lets out a sigh and closes her eyes.

"Is this okay?" Syn asks. There's a hint of humour in her voice.

Lorynne nods dumbly.

"Good." Her hands move up to cup Lorynne's breasts.

She moans a little and leans back, letting her head fall against Syn's shoulder. Then she feels something pressing against her clit, and she looks down to see Syn's thick tail reaching around to press the tip against her. She sighs with pleasure, and her own tail wraps around Syn's thigh, the base of it quite high up her thigh.

"Mmm, you seem like you're enjoying it." Syn drops a light kiss just under her ear.

Lorynne nods again, managing a weak, "Uh huh."

"This isn't your first time though, right?"

"No," she shakes her head. "But it's been a while. Ungh!"

Syn's hands are now pulling at her nipples, and she arches her back a little. Syn responds by pressing her tail harder against her clit.

"I've never been with," she manages through gasps, "another tiefling though. Fuck!"

"Is that right? Let's make it memorable then."

Her tail parts Lorynne's lips and starts to push up inside of her.

Lorynne's knees buckle, but Syn's firm grasp keeps her up, even as her fingers continue to tease her nipples. Lorynne reaches her arms back and grab at Syn's horns, and Syn growls into the side of her neck, "Yes, baby. Hold on tight."

At the same time, Lorynne backs her ass against Syn, grinding the thicker base of her tail against Syn's clit. She hears the much stronger, almost intimidating woman, moan, and she feels a surge of power.

The two quickly fall into a rhythm. Syn's tail fucks Lorynne's pussy, curling against her g-spot and occasionally retreating to tease her clit, even managing a low vibrating effect that absolutely stuns Lorynne. Syn keeps her standing by holding onto her tits and playing with her nipples, while Lorynne holds onto her horns for dear life and grinds back against her as hard as she can, and Syn in turn humps her clit against her tail. The two splash and pant and grunt and moan, and Lorynne desperately wants to make Syn cum first, but knows she hasn't got a chance when Syn suddenly lets go of her tits, bends her over at the waist and grabs her by the shoulders as she starts fucking her harder with her tail, using it like an enormous cock. Lorynne is reduced to a shaking mess within minutes. The warmth starts in her groin and then runs rampant through the rest of her body, as she lets out a yelp and trembles against the lip of the pool. Syn continues tormenting her for a moment before slipping her tail free, giving her a playful spank on the cheek. "Good girl."

Those words spark something in Lorynne. Not gratitude, but stubbornness. She's not a good girl, she's a tough woman, and she's not about to just cum and collapse without proving herself. She whips around, grateful for the support of the water around her unsure legs.

Syn must see something in her eyes, cos she smirks. "Oh, you want more do you?"

Lorynne drops to her knees and pulls Syn's pussy to her mouth. Syn lets out a surprised, "Ha, unh, yesss!" then lifts a leg, putting one foot up on the lip of the bath, giving Lorynne more access.

Lorynne alternates between teasing Syn's clit, and running the flat of her tongue all the way up her pussy lips. It's not until she starts sucking harder on her clit and slipping her tail up into Syn's pussy that she feels hands grab hold of her antlers. Soon Syn is fucking her face, muttering nasty, sometimes unintelligible things in Infernal while she grinds her pussy hard into Lorynne's mouth.

Lorynne reaches around and digs her nails into Syn's ass cheek, and that appears to be what sends Syn over the age. She doubles down on the bucking, and Lorynne simply has to leave her tongue out flat for her to rub on to her own rhythm.

Soon it's Syn's turn to cum, and she doubles over as the muscles in her legs twitch beneath Lorynne's hands. She goes quiet for a moment, and Lorynne wanders if maybe the orgasm had only been small, but then jumps as Syn lets out an almighty "FUCK!" that feels infused with magic, as it rattles the walls a little. She rips her pussy away from Lorynne's mouth and collapses into the water, sinking all the way down to her chin, her eyes half-lidded and a satisfied smile on her lips.

They both lie in the water for a long while, satisfied and warm and feeling floaty. Syn is the one who breaks the silence.

"Ready for round two?"

Lorynne, with newfound confidence, laughs, "Sure!"

"Come back to mine?" Syn asks. "I've got a place in the North Ward, on Trollskull Alley."

Lorynne snorts, "Sounds charming."

"Be a lot more charming once I've got you in there, strapped down."

Lorynne looks over at the red tiefling and sees the wickedness in her eyes. "You think you're gonna tie me down?"

Syn grins back, "I'm certainly going to try. Shall we?"

The two climb out of the water, grab their clothes and give them a scrub. Syn is able to dry them with magic, and they're able to head back out into Waterdeep, making their way towards the North Ward, shooting lustful looks at one another...