Little spoon

Morgala nervously coughs and then looks down at the ground. It's already starting to get really cold, and since all she has is a towel, she doesn't really see much of a choice in the matter.

"...little spoon," the elf mumbles.

"I'm sorry?" Thurkla says. "I... I didn't catch that."

"I'll be the little spoon," Morgala says again as she blushes in embarrassment.

"Great!" Thurla smiles as she heads over to the pile of straw. "Now, I must warn you..." the orc blushes as she sets her pack down to use as a pillow. "I um, I've been known to snore..." Her face goes violet at the revelation.

Morgala just looks at the green-skinned woman in utter befuddlement.

She has no problem getting naked in front of a stranger or even sleeping with them, but snoring?! That's where she draws the line?!

"O-ok," the chubby elf says as she walks towards the bed, towel still clinging to her body.

"You'll want to hang that up to dry," Thurkla says. "Otherwise we might catch a cold from the wet fabric."

"Oh... right," Morgala says as she starts blushing hard again. She takes a deep breath, clothes her eyes and removes the towel, gasping as she feels the chilly air in the drafty barn caress every inch of her now naked body. She bites her lip as she feels her nipples get hard, and then puts the towel on a nearby nail. Her hands quickly go to her breasts and pussy, and she lets out a little gasp of surprise when she realizes just how cold her hands have gotten.

"What's wrong?" The orc asks as she lies down on the straw and stretches out.

"I... it's cold. And um, I... I don't normally sleep... like..." Morgala blushes and she looks away, too embarrassed to speak.

"Naked?" Thurkla asks.

"Y-yes," the elf nods.

"It's the only way I've ever slept," Thurkla says as she rolls onto her side, unintentionally flashing Morgala. "It just feels right, you know?"

"N-no," Morgala shakes her head. "I always wore pajamas. It gets so cold in the keep..."

"Pa-what's? Anyway, just lie down with me. We'll keep each other warm, and the straw will help too," Thurkla pats the straw invitingly. "Come to bed."

Morgala nervously shivers and then follows the orc's lead. The straw is a bit pokey, but she quickly gets used to it. Just ashe's settling in, Thurkla wraps her big, strong hand around her soft belly, making her gasp in surprise.

"We gotta get closer," the orc says as she presses her own impressive breasts against Morgala.

The elf bites her lip again as her tummy fills with butterflies, but she does not protest. In fact, the way Thurkla is snuggling up with her and holding her close feels rather soothing, and... protective.

"Goodnight Morgala," Thurkla says as she blows out the last candle and sends the barn into darkness.

"G-goodnight, Thurkla," Morgala answers back.