Chapter 103 Places.

"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.

Ava gasped, then cooed as Ireen stroked her folds, soon coating her finger in the elf’s eager juices. The witch deepened the kiss, pushing her fingers inside Ava, a second, a third, sucked in by the elf’s hungry cunny, pace increasing, pumping into the elf.

"You little tart," Ireen growled, grinning. "Swinging that ass around. You need a proper fucking, Ava Copperman."

"Mmm," the elf moaned. "I doooo. Oh fuck, yes. I so doooo!"

"Yes. Yes! More red. The colour of passion. Rage! Intensity!" Loris cried, grabbing a bucket and a brush flinging ropes of paint over the two of them as Ava rocked under the plunging fingers of Ireen, her gasps and whimpers hot. Needy.

"Gonna make you cum, Ava," Ireen gasped. "Cum all over this painting. Naughty little minx. No fair holding back. Lynch needs your cum, Ava. He needs it for his painting. Come on. Let’s see it. Let’s see that Oh face."

"Ohhhhhh," Ava moaned, lips parting gasping. "Oh! Ohhhhhh yessssss!"

Ava’s pussy squeezed Ireen’s fingers, pulled beyond the edge of orgasm by the witch’s touch. Her groan heralding the spurt of her pussy, pulsing onto the canvas beneath them.

Loris gave out a hoarse cry as Ava arched against Ireen. The artist was twisting his limbs and straining as if having some sort of spasm. He flung the paint bucket from his hands.

Ava wanted to help him, but she was rather preoccupied with her climax. It seemed to ripple out from her body and into the painting. Her pleasure pulsing to the slowing tick of the metronome. She gasped and writhed and bucked against Ireen’s fingers, her head thrown back and her hair green with paint. Ireen leaned down and sucked at one of Ava’s nipples, laughing against Ava’s soft breast as she continued to pump her fingers into Ava’s quivering cunt.

"Ohhhhh... Ohhhh Ireen," Ava gasped. "It’s so pretty. I can see it all now. All of the colors."

It was true. She could see the painting around and inside them. Flashes of it in her eyes as it formed enticing patterns from the chaos of their movements. The metronome finally clicked to a stop and Ava blinked away the lingering image of the painting.

"Shit! Loris," Ava cried. "I saw him fall over."

"Mmmmm?" Ireen looked up from Ava’s breasts, her eyes going wide as the busty elf suddenly pushed her away. Ava rolled out from under the witch and onto her hands and knees. She crawled over Loris who lay on his side, trembling and contorting as if fighting some invisible foe in a trance.

"Loris," Ava cried, shaking the man by his shoulders. "Loris, can you hear me?"

"Yes. Ava. The elf." He spoke through clenched teeth and his gaze seemed to be fixed in the distance. "Can hear you. Goddess. Can you see? The colors. So many colors. All around you. Beautiful."

"I saw them, yeah. Are you alright, Loris?"

"Better than alright," he said and then groaned and contorted his limbs into a new position. "Communing."

"With what?" Ireen asked, crawling beside Ava.

Loris didn’t answer with words. He groaned and writhed into several more positions. His paint-smeared cock flopped around and his expression shifted between clenched determination, ecstasy, and agony. He finally jerked all his limbs violently and lay panting, seeming to relax. He blearily looked up at Ava.

"The elf is still here," he said with a smile.

"That’s right," Ava said, taking his hand and dangling her paint-smeared breasts against his shoulder. "Loris, I need to ask you something. You bought a ship called the Windjammer, is that right?"

"Ship? Hmmmm, maybe," he said, smiling at her like a drunk. "Oh, yes, that’s right. A ship. To sail the seas. You know, Ava, nothing inspires art quite like the sea. All of the... mmmm... best art..."

He shifted his body and pressed his head back against her breasts. He seemed to be getting comfortable. Drifting off to sleep.

"Loris," said Ava, shaking him gently. "The captain, Loris. Did you know he was murdered?"

"Mmmmm? Murder?" His eyes were shut tight. "That’s awful. Foolish man though. Went rogue. Took my ship. Never could... mmmm... trust the fool."

"Places? What are you talking about?"

"You’re very special to me," he said, yawning. "Both of you. I haven’t been inspired like this... mmmmmm... in ages. Come back and help me create some more art, would you? That’s a good girl. Yes. See you then..."

Ava tried to shake him awake, but Loris Lynch was sound asleep. She sighed and slid out from under him, starting to feel a bit disgusting as the paint and other fluids began to dry on her body. Ireen helped her to her feet and Ava looked down at the artist, curled up like a cat on the canvas, sleeping with his head cushioned by his arms and his hair swept to one side by green paint.

"I don’t think you’re going to get any more answers out of him now," Ireen observed. "But maybe if we come back and help him again he’d be more forthcoming?"

"I guess," she sighed. Ava couldn’t help but smile at her friend. "You enjoyed that, didn’t you? I knew it! You have an artistic streak, Ireen."

"Hm. Well. You have a way with brushstrokes," Ireen giggled, smacking her friend on the softness of her bottom. "It makes my toes curl."

"Oh, I thought it was my tongue that did that," Ava replied, chasing her friend off the canvas and pinching at her firm little rump.

They left two sets of green footprints on the floor as they left Lynch snoring on the canvas. It truly was a beautiful sight.