Back in camp

Aerin smirking as she and Cirdan returned to camp, hearing Aredhel moaning and grunting lustfully from within the tent she shared with Earendil. Everyone in the party knew those two were a pair, although they rarely made this much noise. 'Ohooo Gods... Ohooo Yes... that's what I need...' The older elf snickered softly as she moved over to the stew pot, surprised to discover that he was almost empty. That was odd as Aredhel and Earendil rarely ate more than one or two bowls full, maybe that was why they were so lusty. 'Give it to me harder! Uhu Uhu Uhu fuckin' hells yes!' Aerin flashed Cirdan a wide grin, holding up a bowl of stew she had just scooped up out of the pot. But the rogue just shook his head, and strolled off to their supply wagon for fresh wineskin. Cirdan had a habit of drinking himself to sleep, at times going days at a time hardly eating at all. Aerin frowned... it was one of the things she found most objectionable about the rogue, well that and his habit of bedding every female he could sweet talk.

Slowly she spooned a mouthful of stew into her mouth, gagging in shock at the strangely salty and musky taste. So much so that she almost spat it out, still as the flavor tingled on her tongue the older elfish female swallowed automatically. Licking her lip's in surprise at how much she was enjoying the taste, puzzled by where the odd flavor had came from. Had Aredhel or Earendil added some strange ingredients, that seemed very much out of character for the high elves. Aerin was highly confused, even as she shoveled more and more of the thick heady stew into her mouth. Quickly refilling her bowl from the swiftly emptying stew pot, until the huge black iron pot was emptied. Soon the middle aged elf had her head buried in the pot, licking up every last smear of stew clinging to the inside. Even as his hands found their way inside of her robes, soon she was rubbing and fingering her aching sex eagerly.

While Cirdan staggered off to the tent he normally shared with Uldarunu, stripping off his leathers to lay back on his bed roll. The rogue enjoyed showing off his thick cock to the young ranger, Uldarunu was plainly shocked and yet intrigued by the sight. Cirdan got the idea that with a little training, the ranger could be turned into another slut to hog his knob. The handsome rogue guzzling the potent Centaur wine he'd bought at a local Inn they had passed by, feeling well satisfied with the sex and drink.