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Thwarted Desires	By : WotanAnubis Category: +S through Z > Shadowrun RPG Views: 3023 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: Thwarted Desires

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Shadowrun Returns or any of its characters. No profit is being made.

NOTE: Even while writing I wasn't sure if this was going to be futa or non-futa porn. The two are just so interchangeable to me.
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Cherry Bomb tapped the greasy bar counter with an immaculately painted fingernail. She was bored. The Seamstresses Union was quiet this time of day, this day of the week. There were a of the few permanent fixtures wanting to drown themselves in alcohol but lacking the cash to do so and a couple legitimate businessmen talking about legitimate business with other legitimate businessmen in hushed tones.
Nobody needed her and there was nothing to do.
At the other end of the bar Coyote cleaned glasses that were already clean and whistled some random, improvised tune. The boredom was crushing her as well.
The door to the Union opened, letting in rain, wind a few scraps of discarded newspaper and a pale ork in a black trenchcoat. Cherry Bomb perked up a bit, watching the ork confidently stride by. She was about as firmly built as any other ork, thick, blonde dreadlocks flowing down the back of her head, her tusks carefully cleaned and probably artificially sharpened. Her trenchcoat bulged oddly here and there, completely failing to conceal the shotguns she habitually carried with her.
Her name... actually, Cherry Bomb didn't know the ork's name, but she called herself Artemis. She'd blown into town a few months back because of that business with Sam and the Universal Brotherhood and had stuck around, making a name for herself amongst those who needed to know and being a complete shadow to everybody else.
As the ork drew level with the counter, she looked at Cherry Bomb, grinned arrogantly and winked, but didn't pause. Within moments she'd gone past and into the back of bar, probably heading down into the basement.
Cherry Bomb straightened up, the crushing weight of boredom lifting from her shoulders even as her brains (and certain other bits of her body) began tingling with excitement. Artemis was a joy to be around whenever she was in a good mood. Unfortunately...
"You know..." Coyote said. "It's pretty quiet right now. I'm sure I could manage the bar alone for a bit."
"Thanks," Cherry Bomb said, leaving her place behind the counter with more speed than was probably polite. She resisted the urge to skip, though. Frolicking was just such a stereotypically elf thing to do.
As she made her way to the piano in the back, Cherry Bomb caught the eye of Mrs. Kubota. There was a disapproving gleam in her eyes, but the Mistress of the Union remained otherwise silent.
The mixed smells of alcohol and smoke quickly made way for those of cleaning solution and gun oil as Cherry Bomb made her way into the underground safehouse. It was quiet here, too, but this time that was a good thing. The last thing she wanted was a bunch of shadowrunners cluttering up the place. She wanted just one shadowrunner.
She soon found Artemis in the bunkroom. Cherry Bomb had expected to find her sitting at a table, one of her beloved shotguns disassembled for maintenance. Well, she did find her sitting at a table, but that was about as far as her expectations were met.
Artemis was stark naked, arms and legs wide, an expectant grin on her face. For a moment, Cherry Bomb couldn't help but staring. She was stout, even for an ork, her arms and legs thick with muscle, her tits big and fat, each adorned with a stainless steel ring through the nipple, her pussy crowned with thick dark blonde hair that, to Cherry Bomb's frustration, she steadfastly refused to shave or trim. She wore maybe half a dozen necklaces, some of which held shamanic talismans, others just pretty pendants. Her left arm was covered in tattoos and, like her necklaces, were partially of magical significance and partially just there because they looked nice.
There was nothing elegant about her. She didn't have a single ounce of sophistication in the whole of her large and powerful body. She was crude and direct and Cherry Bomb still couldn't figure out why she was so attracted to her. It wasn't as if she had a thing for orks or anything. Artemis just happened to push certain buttons Cherry Bomb hadn't even been aware she'd had.
"Like what you see?" Artemis asked, her voice dripping with gratified confidence.
"Shouldn't you know by now?" Cherry Bomb countered.
Artemis grinned. "Guess so."
"Seems you were pretty confident I'd come after you."
"Not a huge gamble. The bar was empty and you looked bored out of your skull. I figured you'd be in the mood for a bit of distraction."
Cherry Bomb didn't argue. She wasn't really in the mood to banter right now. Instead, she strode towards the waiting ork, pulling of her professionally tattered red top as she did so and leaving it behind her on the floor. The way Artemis sighed in appreciation of the sight of comparatively small and pert breasts made her tingle. She struggled a bit with her pants, mostly because she didn't want to stop walking. Still, it allowed Artemis the time she needed to shove the small table out of the way with a single push of her leg.
Cherry Bomb happily went down on hands and knees, crawling in between Artemis' spread legs. Her soft, red lips inched ever closer to the shadowrunner's glistening pussy and the thick smell of her arousal hit her nose hard. Cherry Bomb paused, debating with herself what to do. A kiss first? Or perhaps a flick of the tongue? Or perhaps she could just go straight for the clit? She didn't have much time after all and one of the things she loved above all else was to reduce the big strong ork to a quivering pile of lustful incoherence.
But no. Even though this was certainly a quickie (and Mrs. Kubota certainly kept an eye on the clock), Cherry Bomb just wasn't in the mood for something so cynically direct.
Cherry Bomb leaned in to let her lips brush delicately against the ork's sensitive folds. Artemis growled happily, her thick body tensing up. The elf let her lips rest against the ork's pussy for a few moments before kissing her again a little further down. And then another kiss, a little further down still, and then another and then another one little further back up. They were light and gentle, barely more than a simple pressing of her lips against Artemis' aroused flesh.
But even though this was the bare minimum of what she could do with her mouth, Cherry Bomb nevertheless felt her lips become moist with the ork's growing lust. It was a very... encouraging feeling. Cherry Bomb placed another delicate little kiss, but this time her tongue slipped out of her mouth and flicked across Artemis' folds. The taste of the ork's growing pleasure was positively intoxicating, but not nearly as powerful as the sound of her lustful moans.
As she teased Artemis into ever greater lust, Cherry Bomb felt her own slender, elven body heating up. Even though she enjoyed lapping at Artemis and tasting the pleasure she caused, she felt her own pussy getting wetter by the moment and strange but unpleasant tension filled her, demanding to be pleasured in return.
Briefly rocking a bit as she adjusted to standing on knees and just one hand, Cherry Bomb raised her right hand and let it wander down her body until it was between her legs and her long, delicate fingers caressed her folds even as her lips and tongue caressed Artemis'. Her fingers drew slow, sensuous circles across her sensitive flesh, heightening her arousal without stoking her body's lustful demands. She wasn't working herself hard and knew she wouldn't get herself off like this, but then, she wasn't masturbating to get herself off. She was masturbating, in part, so that she could keep lavishing attention on Artemis without getting too distracted by herself.
More and more Cherry Bomb pleased Artemis with her tongue. She licked eagerly at her, the tip of her tongue flicking at her increasingly wet folds, her fluids slowly trickling into her mouth and down her chin. Sometimes she lapped at her, cat-like, dragging her tongue all the way from the bottom of the ork's slit to very near the top - just missing the woman's clit. And sometimes she kissed her deeply, pushing her tongue as deep into Artemis' pussy as she could, feeling her inner walls clench around her, coating her tongue with her lustful juices. Through it all she could hear Artemis moaning and growling, felt her massive body tremble and shake, knew she would soon bring the shadowrunner to orgasm.
Cherry Bomb yelped with surprise when she suddenly and very unexpectantly felt herself being dragged away from Artemis' pussy by powerful arms. The ork had pulled her lithe body and then carefully set her down again more or less in her lap, but more accurately on her leg. Cherry Bomb felt her heated pussy come to rest against the strong skin of the shadowrunner's right leg. But more than that, she felt herself drawn into a kiss. A genuine one, this time, lips against lust-coated lips. They kissed passionately, their tongues exchanging saliva, and yet neither of them could fully give themselves over to it, nor could they ever. Cherry Bomb had cut herself on Artemis' tusks once and had no desire to do so ever again.
Before long Cherry Bomb pulled back for air. She put her arms around Artemis' neck, her lithe body slowling beginning to undulate. She rubbed her pussy against the ork's surprisingly smooth and unscarred leg, leaving a small, glimmering trail on the shadowrunner's pale skin. Part of her was amused by that fact that even though it was now her turn to be pleasured, she was still doing all the work.
Not that she really cared. Cherry Bomb ground against Artemis' warm flesh, the friction spreading an enjoyable heat through her body, the thick air in her lungs slowly turning her breath into panting as her breasts rose and fell. Artemis licked her lips, her eyes darkening with lust, clearly enjoying the spectacle of the elf using her body to pleasure herself.
Cherry Bomb threw her head back and moaned, pushing her pussy along the ork's leg all the way up to the hip. A bit needlessly theatrical, she had to admit, but Artemis enjoyed the show then she was going to get a show. It was the principle of the thing.
She counted on Artemis being... well, being a shadowrunner, basically. Shortly after she'd leaned back and closed her eyes and opened her mouth to give voice to her pleasure, Artemis took advantage of her display to take her by surprise and slip her hand in between her legs. Suddenly she's wanted sensuously moving against the ork, but instead she's felt two of the ork's fingers slipping into her heat.
Cherry Bomb groaned between clenched teeth, the sudden intrusion resonating through her body. Artemis, true to her straightforward self, rapidly moved her fingers in and out, back and forth, rubbing and caressing Cherry Bomb's moist cave with a single, obvious purpose. Though her naked body soon adjusted to the surprise, Cherry Bomb could not adjust to the feelings Artemis awoke. Her fingers worked too fast, too skilled for her to do anything but ride the erotic pleasure welling up within her, panting and moaning all the time.
Artemis grunted, a smug, satisfied little sound that reminded Cherry Bomb she wasn't the only one who enjoyed pleasing others to and beyond their limit. It was clear the ork was in no mood at all to play and simply wanted to watch her elf lover come. Her deft fingers worked swiftly, relentlessly, forcing the ever-growing lust within Cherry Bomb to-
"Cherry, a whole bunch of gangers just came trampling in looking to get smashed. You'd better get back up here."
"DREK!" Cherry Bomb and Artemis swore in unison.
Then they looked at each other and giggled, the tension broken, the mood lost.
"Well, isn't that always the way?" Artemis said.
Cherry Bomb carefully climbed off of the ork, wincing slightly. Few things were worse in life than getting so close coming and then not.
"Probably should've thought this through some more," she said, as she turned to gather up her casually discarded clothes. "Of course the place wouldn't be dead all day long."
"At least we had fun while it lasted."
"I guess," Cherry Bomb said. "But now I'm gonna be horny all day. That kind of thing gets frustrating."
Artemis leaned back, grinning, giving no hint that she ever intended to put her clothes back on. "Don't worry. I promise that the moment you get off, you get off."
Cherry Bomb paused for a moment. Even with the whole place packed with gangers, it wouldn't be too hard to slip away to the bathroom for a few moments to ease the yearning of her overheated pussy.
Then again...
"I'm gonna hold you to that. I'll see you when my shift's up."
"I'll be here," Artemis replied.
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