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The Catgirl and the Orc Woman
The Catgirl and the Orc Woman
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Florence is half-orc, but as gentle and patient a healer as can be found. In spite of this, she's tormented by her past and believes she'll never belong. Kelssi the cat-kin woman decides to cheer Florence up - by showing her exactly how desirable she is.
Warning: 18+ only! This fantasy adventure erotic short contains explicit lesbian love scenes.
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I stood up with a small yawn. The room was dark now, lit by one candle. Kelssi must have prepared for sleep while I dozed: she was in a simple shift as well, one that could not have fit comfortably beneath her usual tightly fitting leather guards and rough trousers.
Her tail coiled and lashed behind her, a sure sign of some sort of nervous energy but no great help in working out what was wrong.
“What’s wrong, Florence?” she asked me.
I hesitated: it would be easy to lie, but Kelssi was a friend, even if she was not as close to me as Chastity. It wouldn’t hurt to talk to her.
“I’ve… been a little bit on edge,” I said, reluctantly. “Some personal issues,” I added. There was a weird tension to Kelssi that I didn’t recognize, and I had an odd feeling that she didn’t have a simple heart-to-heart in mind.
Kelssi stepped closer to me, the flame of the single candle flickering in her eyes. Something else was reflected in her stare, some strange hunger I had never seen before, and I stood before her as transfixed as a trapped mouse.
“Florence,” she breathed, lightly resting her hands on my hips. I could feel the tips of her claws through my shift. She leaned forward. “Why don’t you relax for once? I can help you,” she whispered into my ear.
Warning: 18+ only! This fantasy adventure erotic short contains explicit lesbian love scenes.
Read an excerpt:
I stood up with a small yawn. The room was dark now, lit by one candle. Kelssi must have prepared for sleep while I dozed: she was in a simple shift as well, one that could not have fit comfortably beneath her usual tightly fitting leather guards and rough trousers.
Her tail coiled and lashed behind her, a sure sign of some sort of nervous energy but no great help in working out what was wrong.
“What’s wrong, Florence?” she asked me.
I hesitated: it would be easy to lie, but Kelssi was a friend, even if she was not as close to me as Chastity. It wouldn’t hurt to talk to her.
“I’ve… been a little bit on edge,” I said, reluctantly. “Some personal issues,” I added. There was a weird tension to Kelssi that I didn’t recognize, and I had an odd feeling that she didn’t have a simple heart-to-heart in mind.
Kelssi stepped closer to me, the flame of the single candle flickering in her eyes. Something else was reflected in her stare, some strange hunger I had never seen before, and I stood before her as transfixed as a trapped mouse.
“Florence,” she breathed, lightly resting her hands on my hips. I could feel the tips of her claws through my shift. She leaned forward. “Why don’t you relax for once? I can help you,” she whispered into my ear.
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