Lesbian Lust in Fantasyland: Horny Halfling: In Her Secret Service, Part 6

Miranda has been stuck in Isezu for months, but now she and her new lover (and girl crush) Riri have formulated a plan to escape the clutches of Yuri, Miranda's cruel and seductive Mistress. Miranda and Riri will need to be clever and quick to slip away from the leader of Isezu's secret police.

Yuri is cruel, possessive, and jealous. And she's quick to remind Miranda of the carnal pleasures that await those who serve well. Will Miranda endure the cruel Yuri's carnal, hedonistic desires? Will she be able to wait for Riri to come to her rescue?

Miranda and Riri have a plan to flee Yuri and Isezu, but it will depend on luck, and require risk. The two halfling lovers may be able to escape, but to do so they'll have to slip past Yuri's guards, and hope they can negotiate (or bribe) passage out of Isezu. But it's worth the risk to them, for a chance to spend a lot more quality time together...

This exciting tale of lesbian love (and lesbian lust) includes graphic descriptions of oral sex, some dirty talk. It also has some all purpose adventure!

Approx. 7400 words. Intended for adults only.

Excerpt:

Yuri’s voice cooed as Miranda slurped and licked at the soaked folds.

Yuri had called it a “special debriefing.” It was supposed to be an interview to find out what had happened while Miranda had been captured. At least, as far as Yuri had known, Miranda had just escaped from captivity. Miranda had been bound and held against her will, in truth, but it had all been for show. And apparently it was a convincing show, because Yuri lavished both praise and lust upon Miranda’s face.

“I thought I had lost you, little halfling.” Yuri whispered into the air, with her head craned back.

Miranda moaned back in response, not just for show. Yuri’s hands fell on tender bruises when they stroked Miranda’s face. Bruises that were meant to look like Miranda had just escaped a rough interrogation. But it was just for show. They were still real, but nothing that was worse than bruises Miranda had gotten from particularly enthusiastic bedroom play. They were still tender, though.

If Yuri was interested in a real debriefing she was happy to put it off to take personal pleasure in her halfling plaything. She didn’t bother to inspect the bruises on Miranda’s face or belly, even a cursory glance would have revealed the bruises to be superficial, intended to deceive. If she had made any effort at investigation she might have caught on to the ruse. But she hadn’t; as soon as she had sent her men away she had pounced on Miranda and practically smothered the halfling with a hot, squishy, human vulva.

...