How's Noire holding up?
Lost in orgasm, but still upset.
Minutes later, your bodies slowly separate, both of you taking time to carefully withdraw your sensitive genitals from each other's bodies. But as soon as Noire is free, she buries her face in her hands and slumps forward on her knees and elbows.
Tantha lays beside her and groans pleasantly. Both she and Noire have thick strands of semen oozing from their darkened and glistening pussies. It's a wonderful sight, but you scoot next to Noire and gently take her shoulders- "I- I can't go back now! The others will find out..." She complains in a quiet and quavering voice.
You frown guiltily. You'd try and fix this, but you still don't know a damn thing about this world... "How about joining my quest in the south? All three of us!" Booms Tantha's still satisfied voice, as she scoots nearer to put an arm around the both of you. You take comfort in leaning your head on one of her pierced dark-brown breasts.
Noire squirms-up, then nervously looks around the tent. "I need some food..." She mumbles, getting up to search her supplies. The atmosphere is still weird and tense, but at least it's not as bad as when Noire was scolding you- is it...?
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