L'Abbee

As the first rays of sunlight came in from the cracks in the barn's roof, L'Abbee awoke from his slumber, Tina's arms wrapped around his torso. The first thing he registered was that he was still wearing his robe, and it genuinely shocked him that it hadn't been stolen or magically transfigured sometime while he was asleep. He would be able to go into his new job at least partially dressed.

As L'Abbee gingerly pulled himself out of Tina's grasp, picking up her muscled arm and wrapping it around a sack of oats instead. The woman immediately snuggled closely to the bag, wrapping her arms and legs around it and muttering under her breath, "Oh, baby, you haven't shaved. I like that in a man." L'Abbee considered moving the bag away from his wife when he noticed a wet spot growing where her crotch was plastered, but once she started humping the bag, he decided to let well enough alone. Looking over at Hilda, who had fallen from her hay pile and was laying spread eagle on the ground L'Abbee noticed she had a similar wet spot on her lower lips that was spreading out into a sizeable puddle. Like mother like daughter, he supposed.

Part of him wanted to wake them so they could make their way out together, but he didn't want to make any noise to potentially alert the farmers to their presence. Besides, they were too cute, sleeping like two little naked babies. So the drow simply tiptoed out of the barn, hoping for their sake they woke up before the sun was too high up.