The Critical Role superfans will murk me for this one.
Part One
“Travis Willingham, are you going to spend all evening stretching out my clothes, or are you going to come to bed?”
“Sorry, Laura,” Travis said sheepishly, tugging at the bra taut over his nipples, peeling it away from the sky-blue orbs. His nipples were two sapphires, swollen with excitement and the friction of her clothing as he explored her entire wardrobe. Tomorrow, husband and wife would begin the process of surgical de-tieflingisation and de-orcification respectively. His curiosity about how the fairer sex lived had overcome his macho persona.
He tossed the bra aside and pulled on a football jersey. It was five sizes too big, and the loose fabric bunched at the top of his fleshy, blue buttocks.
“Did you know how soft your underwear is?” Travis asked, mincing to the ensuite bathroom to brush his fangs.
Laura would have rolled her eyes if they weren’t transfixed on her husband’s tiefling ass. It had swallowed up her favorite panties as he walked. As he bent over the sink to spit out a mouthful of toothpaste, she once again felt the foreign sensation of an erection, as her husband’s borrowed penis throbbed between her legs. There was a smattering of freckles over his… over Jester’s ass, that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from.
Blushing, she slipped under the covers before he could notice the emerald spear jutting into the air. What they’d done back in the studio, making love for the cameras as each other’s characters, had been for the money. It had been business. She didn’t want him to think she actually lusted after him like this. After all, most of his body was hers, transplanted and dyed blue.
Even still, her penis throbbed harder as he climbed under the covers, and as he leaned in to plant a chaste kiss on her cheek with a ‘goodnight, dear’ it was almost more than she could take. He laid his pretty head down. He tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position where his horns weren’t spearing the pillows.
“I thought I told you to take my clothes off,” her husky voice growled in his ear. A finger hooked into his panties, dragging them down around his thighs.