Tiefling Girlfriend Ainsel (complete)

    The dairy farm you work on also has a small inn where they rent out rooms to travelers. Every one and awhile you have to make a delivery to the inn. Taking fresh milk and cream so the kitchen will be stocked. You always enjoy stepping into the inn. It’s usually warm and cozy, smelling like fresh baked cookies and coffee. 

    The small house you and the other maids lodge in is drafty, usually smelling of sweat, shit, and ash. Because the house is so drafty, it’s hard to keep it warm. So typically, you all sleep together in one big pile. It usually isn’t an issue, except sometimes, you notice urges at the back of your mind. You can feel the softness and warmth of one of the other milkmaids and ideas start to pop up in your mind.

    You imagine soft skin against soft skin. Their warm thighs slightly parting as your hands roam down their curves. You often daydream about their breasts, wondering how heavy they felt in your hands, how hard her nipples were.

    It was a daily distraction for you, one that couldn’t be easily remedied. You couldn’t just wander about the neighboring village looking for relief from these daydreams. You were far too busy for that, far too underpaid. 

    One day, you were making a delivery to the inn again. You walked towards the entrance to the kitchen. You then see, sitting with the chickens, was a woman you had never seen before.

    She had dusky rose skin, her eyelids and the bags under her eyes were exceptionally dark and almost bright red. Out from her black hair, cutting up from her forehead, she had long, curved horns.

    You stare for a moment, taken by the fact you’ve never met a Tiefling before, and also because she was so pretty. She was tossing stale bread at the chickens, quietly petting them as they got close. She pulled one up into her lap, looking it over before she took feathers from its tail.

    Her dark eyes then suddenly cut towards you and you flinch, making the canister of milk slosh.

    Her eyes look away again, and she stands up picking up a book as she left. She stuffed the stolen feathers inside and whisked passed you, going in through the back door.

    You catch your breath, but your pulse continues to race. You walk inside the kitchen, looking around for the lovely tiefling woman.

    “Oh, there you are, finally,” the chef sighs as she takes the canister. Her eyes then narrow at you. “You look...odd.”

    “Do I?” You squeak and step back. “Sorry uhm, but did you see a girl walk through here?”

    “A girl? No,” the chef chuckles.

    You look around again, hoping to see the tiefling woman again before you left, but she has vanished.

    You think about her that day. Her stony expression and dark eyes, her lovely, dusky rose skin. You bite your lip, wondering what color her nipples are. An even darker thought then intrudes, what color would her below be?

    You shake your head, afraid that your face is going to turn red and everyone will see. You try to work, pushing the thought from your head. You only saw her once, you may never see again, you tell yourself. No need to get worked up over a stranger.

    The next day though, as you head out to work, you see her again. The tiefling woman is standing at the edge of the pasture where the crabapple tree is. She looked up, and a raven lands on the fence beside her. It has something clasped in its beak that it offers to the tiefling.

    “Whoa,” one of the other milkmaid’s whispers. “I’ve never seen a Tiefling in person before,” she says with awe.

    “Aren’t they supposed to be evil demons or something?” Another milkmaid asks. “My Pa used to say that you should never trust them. That no matter what they do, they’re evil down to their core. That’s why they’re always such colors. It shows how evil they are.”

    “That’s absurd,” you scoff.  “Rumors like that are disgusting.”

    The other two milkmaids glance at you then walk away without a further word on the matter. When you look back up you see the tiefling woman is staring at you, the raven now perched on her shoulder.

    You gasp and dart away, afraid you’ve been caught staring.

    That evening after supper, you’re lingering behind everyone else. You’re not ready to go home and go to bed, even if you are exhausted. As you’re walking in the lamplight, you see someone ahead. They’re squatting below a tree and are digging in the earth.

    “Oh uhm,” you fumble with your words as you approach. “Are you ok?”

    The tiefling woman looks up at you, and you gasp, taking a step backward. She sighs and turns back to her work. She places something in the ground and covers it with fresh dirt. She wipes her hand on her skirt then stands up.

    “Don’t mess with it,” she says with a stern and somber voice.  “Do you understand?”

    You really don’t, but you nod as if you do.

    The tiefling woman sighs and nods her head. “Good. It isn’t ready yet.” She walks by you, and you smell the fresh earth on her as well as something sweet.

    She stops short and turns back around. “Oh, I remember you,” she says then continues walking again.

    You gulp down a breath, feeling nervous and excited all at the same time. You glance behind you, watching as she goes back to the inn. You then smile, feeling oddly giddy that she said she remembered you.

    You go back to the house, surprised to find you fall asleep more relaxed than most evenings.

    The next day, you wake up early, watching as the gray light of the morning filters through the moth-eaten curtains. You get up, stepping away from the bed and look outside. There’s a rain happening. It’s light and drizzly, but enough that would delay the day.

    Given the cold weather, the cows would be kept in the barn, and the chores would be cut in half for today. So aside from milking, you were to be stuck inside the cold house with all its drafts and leaks. 

    You decide to sit on the porch, away from the smoke and ash of the fire. You wrap yourself in a thin shawl and sit on the creaky old rocking chair. You look up and see the tiefling woman back at the fence near the crabapple trees. She’s getting wet, and she seems to be waiting.

    You approach her, stretching out your shawl as much as you can to cover her. “It’s so cold,” you say. “You’ll get sick.”

    Her dark eyes glance at you. “That’s not how it works,” she says with a quiet, dangerous voice. She looks back up to the tree.

    “Are you waiting on the raven?” You ask.

    She remains quiet.

    You introduce yourself, telling her your name. 

    Her eyes cut back to you. “Ainsel,” she says quietly. 

    You smile sweetly at her and take the chance to inch in closer. “Won’t he fly to your window if you just wait on him?”

    Ainsel grunts.

    “C’mon, it’s freezing.” You urge.

    “Then why are you out in it too?” Ainsel throws at you.

    You bite your cheek and shrug. “It’s just as cold inside as it is out here,” you grumble. “And there’s a lot of smoke.”

    “Aren’t you allowed to go to the inn?” Ainsel asks.

    You frown. “No. We’re told to not bother the guests there,” you grumble bitterly under your breath.

    “You’re bothering me,” Ainsel says.

    You gasp and go to move, but Ainsel puts her hand on yours. “Come along.” She captures your hand, leading you behind her. She takes you inside and leads you to her room.

    It’s amazingly warm inside, and there is a fireplace stock with woods. Ainsel motions to a chair and she opens the window, tying a red scarf outside. “Just in case.”

    You sit down, feeling so out of place.

    Ainsel sits with you, and she opens up a book. You peer over, seeing strange writing and markings inside. You swallow, feeling nervous.

    “What are you waiting for?” You ask.

    Ainsel cuts her dark eyes at you then she looks back down at the book.

    You glance at the fireplace and chew on your lip. Her smell is surrounding you. You pinch your thighs together as the dark thoughts fill your senses again.

    Ainsel sets her book down. “Could you stop that?” She asks.

    You turn and look at her. “I’m sorry,” you gasp. “I...I don’t mean to.”

    Ainsel’s lips look flushed and they part. “You don’t even know what you’re doing.”

    “I uh-” you gasp.

    Ainsel leans in, touching your cheek and swiping her thumb across your bottom lip. She licks her lips and sighs. 

    “So young, so vibrant,” she coos. “And with such strong desire.” She kisses your cheek, and her warm lips brush along your neck and throat.

    “Oh!” You gasp, freezing in place. You feel her hot tongue and her sharp teeth. Your chest feels tight, and your heart is going fast.

    “Mnh,” Ainsel moans as she tastes you. “That delicious smell.” She then giggles in your ear. “Nothing is better than the wetness of women.”

    You gaze into her eyes, whimpering softly.

    Ainsel smirks and kisses you. Her long black tongue swirling around inside your mouth. You whimper more, and you put your hands on her. You lean into the kiss, tasting her, wanting more.

    Ainsel purrs softly as she parts from you. “You’re not afraid of me?” She whispers.

    You look away as your face burns. “No,” you whisper.

    “I used to steal my brothers’ girlfriends all the time,” she smirks with pride. She brushes her thumb across your bottom lip. “None have ever seemed as fun as you.”

    You look into her eyes. “You’re so pretty,” you sigh.

    Ainsel tilts her head, her expression going severe again.

    “I first saw you, and I thought such lascivious things,” you confess. “I can’t help it. I see beautiful women, and my mind goes wild.”

    Ainsel sighs. “Do you think such things when you gaze at your reflection?”

    You gasp, and the words are knocked from your mind.

    Ainsel unbuttons your blouse and removes it from over the tunic beneath. “That’s not very fair,” she coos, leaning in and kissing your neck again.

    You gasp and shiver as Ainsel’s hands push under your skirt. You grab her arms, shivering as her fingers rub against your under things. 

    “Too much in the way,” she growls. But as she sits up, there is a pecking at the windows. She grunts and gets up.

    You sit there, stunned, dazed, and aroused beyond anything you have known before. You clasp your blouse closed, realizing your nipples are erect and hard below the tunic.

    Ainsel opens the window, letting the raven in and taking the letter from its beak. She looks it over, and her eyes go wide a bit. She sets the letter aside and closes her eyes.

    “Are you ok?” You ask.

    Ainsel turns and looks at you. She goes to you, taking your hand and leading you over to the bed. She kisses you, and you feel a need and desperation with it. You clutch her close, holding her as she undoes the laces of your tunic.

    “Wait-” you whimper, grabbing her wrist.

    Ainsel looks up at you and kisses you again. “I just want a little milk,” she purrs. She opens your tunic, exposing your small, tender breasts. She dips down, kissing from your neck to your chest. He long, black tongue coils around a nipple then she sucks it into her mouth.

    You mewl, grasping the back of her head at the powerful sensation.

    Ainsel moans against your breast, squeezing onto the other with her strong fingers. Her eyes flick up to yours. She pulls back, and she starts to remove her clothes. You gaze in awe at her body, seeing scars on her torso. You touch them tenderly as you gaze at her soft, full breasts. The nipples are a deep, dusty rose and you kiss them.

    “Mm,” Ainsel grunts and she pushes you down on the bed. She strips you down and rubs your two, naked bodies together. You gasp and moan, rutting your sex against her knee as her own grinds to your thigh.

    Ainsel then sits up, and her tail swishes around. She sucks the tip of it, coating it in her saliva. “Here,” she moans. He tails dips down, flicking and rubbing against your folds.

    You cry out, and Ainsel puts her palm over your mouth.

    “Be quiet, love,” she purrs. “These walls are thin.” She slips her fingers into your mouth, pressing two on your tongue. 

    You gaze up at her, mewling as her tail rubs to you. It starts to ease inside, and you whimper against Ainsel’s fingers.

    “Is everything ok?” Ainsel removes her fingers.

    “It feels good but-” you pant. “I don’t want it to be my first.”

    Ainsel’s eyes go wide. “This sweet, delicious morsel has never been tasted?”

    You blush and bow your head. “I touch myself when I can but-”

    Ainsle throws your legs open and dips down. “Please forgive me,” she pushes down, her long, black tongue swirling around and lapping you up.

    You cry out, and Ainsel growls. “Keep quiet,” she snarls warningly. She kisses again, he lips finding purchase on the aching, swollen bud at your folds. 

    “Oh-” you whisper. “Oh!” You cry out, your back arching off the bed as she starts to such. “Oh, my gods!” You wheeze as you cling to the sheets. “Oh, gods!”

    Ainsel giggles with pride, sliding her long, deft fingers inside your quim. She seems to enjoy making you squirm.

    You shiver and twitch, feeling that familiar fire in your belly. It builds and builds, and then, it erupts through your limbs and tips. You gasp, and your voice chokes out, the swell of it far too powerful.

    “Mmm,” Ainsel purrs as she lifts her sticky lips from your folds. “Did you enjoy my kiss so much?”

    You lay near devoid of thought or consciousness on the bed.

    Ainsel crawls up beside you, stroking her palm down your body. “Sensitive little thing aren’t you?” She lays down beside you and guides your hand between her thighs. She’s sopping wet and so very hot.

    “Anh-” Ainsel moans as your fingers twitch. 

    You press closer, finding her swollen bud and kneading your fingertips to it.

    “I’m not sensitive like you, love,” she purrs. “You can be as rough with me as you want,” she giggles into your ear.

    You kiss her, feeling some strength return to your lips. “What do you want?”

    Ainsel holds you as your fingers slip inside her. “Just you,” she moans.

    Your fingers swirl inside, feeling her tighten around you. You ease in a couple more, looking down and watching. You press your fingers together, slipping all four in at once. Ainsel bites her lip and lifts her hips off the bed. 

    “Do it,” she gasps before you even understand what you’re doing.

    Her dip red lips split, opening for your fist. You push inside her, and her lips lock around your wrist.

    “Fuck!” Ainsel snarls out heatedly. “Oh fuck yes!”

    You gasp and stare in awe, amazed she can take this. You start to move, pushing in deeper and watching her expression melt into awe and pleasure. You pull your fist out then push back in.

    “Yes, yes, yes,” Ainsel waggles her hips. 

    You lean in, pressing your lips to her clit like she did to you.

    “Oh fuck, wait, wait,” Ainsel squeals.

    Your fist slips in deep and her inner walls begin to contract and flex around you. As you suck on her slit, her tail trashes about her hips rise off the bed. She gushes on your hand and wrist, and she ignores her own commanding of staying quiet. She cries out loudly, prompting the banging on the wall of her neighbor in the next room.

    You slip your hand out, watching Ainsel melt onto the bed, panting hard.

    “You ok?” You ask.

    Her tail coils around you, bringing you down and she kisses you. “I’m keeping you,” she purrs, sucking your tongue. 

    You moan softly, melting into her warm, sated body. “Keep me?” You smirk.

    She nuzzles to your neck as she clings to you. “Follow me,” she says. “Stay by my side and travel with me. I’m trying to find my three brothers and bring them home. I would love the company.”

    You smile softly and brushes your fingertips across her lips. “Why me?”

    “Why not?” Ainsel shivers as she presses to me. “This warm body. You gentle touch,” she kisses your fingers tips and smirks. “So to speak.”

    You giggle shyly.

    “Admit it, you feel different with me,” Ainsel whispers. “Powerful even.”

    You nod. “I do,” you whisper.

    Ainsel kisses you. “Follow me. If you end up regretting it, I’ll take you home.” She brushes your hair from your face. “I’ll keep you out of drafty houses,” she says. “I’ll make love to you when you desire me. I’ll kiss those lips every morning.” Ainsel kisses you again. “You make me feel safe.”

    You curl your fingers in her hair and nod. “If you want me.”

    “Of course I do,” she purrs. She pulls the covers up around the both of you, and she snuggles to you, holding you, so your back is to her chest.

    “I need you tonight,” she whispers. “I received word that one of my brother’s lost his tail.” She squeezes me tight. “I am so afraid I may never find him,” she says.

    You stroke her hands. “Don’t worry. You have to keep hope.”

    She kisses the nape of your neck. “And this is why I need you.”