Bump in the Night

Our fire had burned down to embers, the quiet of night punctuated by their occasional pop. I lay in my bedroll with my back to the fire pit. A very grateful sword had also snuck her way into the roll and was now curled at its bottom, her tongue thrumming the head of my cock.

Penance had coaxed our wayward knight back to camp. Gal had tucked away a half-loaf of camp bread and retreated to her bedroll on the fire's other side, all without saying a word. The shield was now propped against a tree to Galahad's side along with her mace.

shlurp-

pop♥

"Feed me Master..." Naught's voice came low and yearning.

"Gods... quiet," I whispered to her. We'd done enough damage already.

Why care if she hears?

That tongue caught on the ridge beneath my tip and pressed, made my insides rumble. Ul-lul-lul-lul-lul she hummed while flicking my cock-waddle.

I took a mouthfull of my bedroll and bit down hard as she pocketed me deep into her mouth, back to the squeeze of her throat, and let me slide further. Interesting fact about elves, which feels obvious once revealed, they don't need to breathe.

A rustle came at my back as Naught bottomed out, nose nestling into my patch of fuzz. She paused, didn't gurgle or hum. Gal had been out, or at least still, for hours.

I felt like I was swimming with sharks, head above water, breathing, and being devoured beneath.

Naught's hand snaked up beneath my tunic and wrapped my ass-cheek. I pressed hard against her lips to the sound of bare feet plodding dirt.

I kept my eyes shut, doing my best impression of a sleeper, fighting the groan tearing at my throat.

A slow trickle rose to a full stream I would guess about twenty paces away.

Oh praises on high, she just needed to piss.

I dared to thrust into Naught's drool-drenched cavern, hoping to rush my release before she came back, but I was no longer there.

Naughts lips pulled taut, trying to smile around me as I used her throat. Her eyelashes fluttered against my pelvis, "Mmmph-mm-hmmmph♥♥"

My ears remained open. I was ready to stop at the first footfall, but none came, it was closing on a minute since her stream had died off.

"Haanh-ha..." The voice was soft, hers. I'd barely heard it. Naught didn't twitch, didn't gulp. She must have missed it, muffled in her throat worship cocoon.

The lightning-fire reignited in my shaft, rolled to my tip, and I braced, refusing to waste the sensation. In case there was something more to come.

Naught nuzzled her nose into me; she'd let me edge in her for hours. Tucked in her sheath, or serving as one. If she was at my hip she could be patient.

An ember popped, and a twig snapped in response from Gal's perch in the dark, "shit..." she whispered.

I still wasn't sure if she'd heard Naught and I so I maintained the charade. Minutes passed, every miniscule movement between Naught and I stoking my flame.

"P-please-hahh-uh" My eyes pulled wide but I still couldn't see a thing. The dull light of the moon, barely a silhouette, danced behind rolling cloud.

She sounded frustrated, that wasn't a plea for a life-changing climax, it was a plea for anything.

How can you make it this long and not know...

"Uehhhh-" she groaned and a thump sounded like she'd thrown a fist or heel into the ground.

My instinct was to go and help, finish up with Naught and offer skilled hands, instruction. There were too many variables with Gal. I'd never seen this side of her and had no idea how she might react.

She didn't return; she hadn't given up. I waited with her, hoping she'd find a rhythm and sing for me again.

A dim green light, so soft I'd assumed it a trick of my eyes, bobbed in the distance. I didn't even recognize it until my head turned to track it. I blinked, and found it wasn't behind my eyelids. It lived in the outer darkness. Sure enough, there were short moments when it disappeared, likely passing behind trees.

What in the hells...

"Haahuh-uhuh-"

I'd heard tales of visitors in the night, lights that shouldn't be followed, let alone looked upon. By my estimation it had rounded us, then it doubled back, drew closer.

Naught shivered.

She's never...

Her grip tighened around me and she wrapped my legs in her arms.

Behind me, behind the firepit, came a soft rattling I imagined was Penance.

I still couldn't gauge how close it was. I had no idea how large it was, and no point of reference. It was growing larger, covering ground faster, I was sure of that. All of this was punctuated by Gal's huffs and sighs; she was gaining tempo.

I should be on my feet.

And let Gal know I'm awake?

What difference would a blade in hand make? Especially with Naught trembling.

Best to let it on its way unmolested.

Soft green reflected off trunks, foliage, and ground, rolling like a wave through the space. Not a single moth rose to circle it, anything its light touched remained still, lifeless.

Thirty paces.

It was too dull to pierce an eyelid. when I dared to blink, I found perfect black.

At its perimeter, a pale leg came into view, slung wide, its bend highlighted by the glow. The thing rounded a tree-trunk and found her on its other side, back hunched, eyes shut tight, legs splayed, and bed shirt pulled up to her navel. She huffed, mashing three fingers into her folds.

My jaw clenched tight, I fought against it, as the glow roamed, terribly slow. It inched toward her face, highlighting lips that moved in silent desperation. They pursed and pulled apart, and I created words where I heard none, "Mm... More... Mor-d..."

"Gods- fuck, Galahad!" I **** myself from Naught's throat, from her arms, and climbed from my bedroll. Gal's eyes shot open, and she released a ragged wail. Her knees shot up and her hand pressed down to cover her exposed sex. The thing was inches from her face, her back to the tree. She couldn't escape, could only writhe.

Naught tumbled after me from the bedroll, her fingers grasped and fall off my heel as I rushed, unarmed, ****, "Go!"

Galahad locked wet eyes with me and a roar pulled from my throat, "GO!"

It didn't turn, or approach. In one instant it held Gal in place, in the next it was everything.

Dim.

Hum.

The ground was still at my heels, everything else was gone.

lul-lul-lul-lul-lul-lul-lul-lul-lul-lul-lul-lul-lul-lul-lul-lul-lul-lul

I blinked, but my eyelids didn't move. My heels were still in dirt. The sun was up, my eyes shuttered, I waited, they adjusted.

It was quiet. I smelled baking camp-bread. Penance sat on a log by the pit, alone. She wasn't paying me any mind, or hadn't noticed me.

"Pen?"

Her head whipped, white locks trailing the motion, and her hand joined her mouth in a shrill whistle. Another arose in the forest and shortly after Naught and Gal returned from their search.

"Mordred..." Galahad sighed. Her silent, needy green lips from the night before rolled in my mind's eye. The movement was identical.

Naught collided with my chest, wrenched her arms tight around me. I still felt numb. Dim.

Gal rose a hand to her mouth, she'd felt what I'd just seen, and saw that I recognized it. She turned.