Chapter 102 Gods.

Ava expected the artist to walk over and guide them with his touch. Instead, he walked over to an obelisk and wound some mechanism within its base. After a moment a weighted wand began to click back and forth. A rhythm. Clicking. Thumping. Resonating. Forming a gestalt. All of the objects forming a single physical idea.

And before Ava knew quite what was happening, she was madly kissing Ireen. Of course, they had kissed before, but never like this. Never with such wild, almost frenzied lust. Their lips barely making contact between thrusts of tongue, soft sighs, and hungry growls. Ava lost her footing on the canvas and carried Ireen down with her.

"What are we... mmmmm... why... ooooohh... ooooh, yes, Ava," Ireen moaned. "I like this... what you’re... oohhmmmmphh!"

Ireen’s words were muffled by Ava’s passion. Her tongue thrusting urgently. Her thighs interlocking with Ava’s. Heat to silky heat. Rubbing. Grinding. Thrusting. They writhed upon the canvas, their motions turning to more intense pleasures. Ava beneath Ireen. The witch astride her face as Ava cradled her peachy bottom and began to lick her sweet cunt. Pulling it down atop her. Hugging it. Ava felt the witch’s fingers on her cunt. Stroking her clit. Spreading her pussylips. Ireen’s tongue followed a moment later as the witch stretched out across Ava’s heaving body.

"Perfect! The music you are making! It is glorious! The pigment! It is coming!" Loris Lynch stood above them, as naked as they were, his cock stiff and red and standing straight out. A huge bowl of paint held over his head. "Green! The pigment! Green the life! Green the pleasure!"

He upended the bowl and a wave of cool green paint poured over Ireen first and onto Ava. It splattered Ireen’s bare bottom and poured down her crack. It flowed over Ava’s face and she had to close her eyes quickly. She felt the cool paint seeping over her and between her body and Ireen’s. They continued to move. To writhe. To taste. Licking despite the paint. It buzzed like the tea on Ava’s tongue. It warmed as they slipped and slid together. Buzzing like the green, green tea of Ulthar.

Ava felt alive. More than alive. Primal! The colours seemed to move and shift with Ireen’s body, flowing like the other woman were itself a painting needing to be touched and brushed, her skin leaving patterns on the canvas as they rolled together.

"Oh fuck. Ava," Irene moaned. "This is..."

"Art," Lynch finished for the witch, his eyes gleaming as he stroked his cock, looking at the two lovely women covered in paint and writhing on the floor. His hand moved up and down his cock, stroking himself with ever growing urgency.

Ava moaned as she felt Ireen move against her. Their lips met again, kissing with growing passion. Ireen hesitated for only a moment, but a man of stone would break under the passion of Ava’s lovely lips, and with a moan Ireen reciprocated the elf, cupping Ava’s full breast and giving that lovely orb a hungry squeeze.

"Mmm!" Ava moaned, breaking the kiss. "Ireen..."

"Ava..."

"My muses," Lynch panted.

Ava giggled and hooked her hands under Ireen’s legs, hiking them up onto her shoulders, pushing her face up against Ireen’s pussy, her mouth delicately kissing Ireen’s folds.

The witch gasped, arched. Sure, she’d known the touch of women before. She had been to college. But the softness of Ava’s lips on her folds was like nothing else. How they kissed, sucked, her tongue stroking up along the dewy folds of her pussy, streaking the paint that covered her.

"Ohhhh yesssss!" Ireen moaned, her back curving with pleasure, her hands swiping huge fans of hues across the canvas like an angel’s wings, and truly what was happening below the beltline was heavenly.

Ava hummed, lapping lovingly at Ireen’s folds, wanting her good friend to enjoy herself. Her lips gently cupped Ireen’s pussy, her tongue pushing inside, and Ireen gasped, her thighs tightening in sudden delight around the elf’s head.

"Oh! Ohhhh f-fuck! Ava... Ah... there. Right... mnnn! There!"

Ava obliged, her tongue fluttering up and down, slow at first, then speeding up, flicking, strumming Ireen’s pussy without pause. Hesitation.

Ireen felt like her whole body was on fire. A heat of such glorious ecstasy burning through her veins. The feel of the paint globbed on her skin. The way Ava’s hair tickled her inner thighs. The way her muscles twitched and tightened with the strokes of Ava’s tongue. No wonder the elf was always fucking people. She was so good at it!

Ireen’s hands reached down, grabbed Ava’s head, pushed it harder against her pussy. Her core throbbed in time to the flick of the elf’s skillful tongue. She could feel it. Feel her orgasm coming. Like every muscle were a tightening spring she curled with explosive energy. Closer. Closer.

"Ava! Ava! Oh fucking gods, Avaaaaa!"

Ireen howled as she peaked. As her orgasm pulsed through her like liquid fire. As she moaned and trembled in terrible, wonderful pleasure.

"Mmmm," Ava moaned, her tongue lapping at Ireen’s juices, even as it ran down her chin, splattering onto the paint below.

"Yessss!" Lynch groaned, his hand a blur on his cock, his legs bucking as he thrust forward a final time, cum spurting and onto the two lovely women on his canvas, his eyes rolling as he painted them with his seed.

Ava lifted her face from between Ireen’s thighs, smiling down at her friend. "Did you like that?" she asked.

In answer, Ireen grabbed Ava’s face, her handprints spanking themselves on the elf’s cheeks in red and green paint before she yanked Ava close and kissed the elf passionately.

"Mmm," Ava moaned, returning the kiss happily, stretching against Ireen once more. The sorceress rolled them over, pressing the elf beneath her, feeling Ava eagerly submit to her touch and aggression.

Ireen growled, her eyes flashing, one hand running down Ava’s form, between her breasts and finding the elf’s helpless pussy.