Pretend to be a lost girl

**** times call for **** measures. Not wanting to endanger her friends, Eris remains still, pretending to be in the middle of taking bath.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and come hide!" Marcus furiously whispers at her, gesturing wildly for her to join him.

Eris whispers back. "Don't worry, I've got a plan. Just stay hidden."

Marcus looks like he wants to argue back but with the mercenaries fast closing in, he has **** but to retreat to the shelter of the boulder.

"Oh ho ho. What do we have here?" The deep, booming voice of a merc rings out across the clearing.

Eris turns to face them, and acting like a startled maiden replies, "Eek! W-who are you? What are you doing here?"

She covers her breasts with her arms, trying her best to preserve her modesty, though with such colossal boobs, her bountiful titflesh spills over her forearms, making the sight even more erotic.

"Guh huh huh. Looks like it's a little girl. Or not so little heh!" A wiry merc cackles, miming Eris trying to contain her massive melons.

"Shut it Al." A bearded bear of a man growls.

He dwarfs the rest of the squad, easily standing at around two and half metres tall. For his aura and the way Al backs down, it's clear he is the leader.

"Say missy. My name is Hugh. It's rare to see a girl out around these parts. Mind telling us what you're doing here?" The giant man asks, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

He had enough experience slaying demons to know that even the most innocent child could be a monster in disguise. To him, Eris could be anything ranging from a siren to banshee.

"I heard about this spring from my older brother, so I came here to swim." Eris tries to play up her image of an innocent child, but her curvaceous figure is such a stark contrast to that notion that the mercenaries can't help but suspect her.

"Hmmm." Hugh frowns.

His intuition had never failed him before and it was telling him that this girl was not dangerous. Still, he felt something was off. His eyes scan the clearing and Eris realizes that if he spots their bags, there would be no chance she could lie her way out of having three adventurer's packs.

Gathering her confidence, she chooses to clasp her hands in front of her, letting her gravity-defying tatas bounce free as she begs, "I'm just finishing up here. Please let me get changed and you can use the spring."

Eris can't help but feel a little tingles as she notices all five of the mercs eyes follow the jiggling of her hooters.

"Shucks, I can't help but feel a little bad for the chick." A fat sellsword rubs his bald head.

Hugh ponders for a moment and makes his decision. "Fine. Sam and Kurt, you two go stand guard at the forest edge. The rest of us will take a short break here and then we'll swap in thirty minutes."

The two hired swords who had yet to speak nod in acknowledgement and walk off.

"Thank you so much!" Eris moves to get out of the water but Hugh raises his hand to stop her.

"Wait." He booms. "Stay a while. Keep us company."

Eris knew that it was an implicit order. She gulped and nodded her head. Anything to keep her friends safe. She watches as the three mercenaries undress. Her eyes rake across their naked bodies, her mind mentally appreciating them as they approach the pool.

Hugh, as she imagined is absolutely massive. The man is muscle upon muscle. He is like a walking mountain, built like a brick house. Between his legs swing an equally massive chode. It's thick and long, comparable to her father's. Her pussy creams itself lightly at the thought. Al's cock is thin, just like the man himself, but the length is decent, around 8 inches long. The fat merc, whose name she later learns is Po, is unfortunately a little on the small side, around 4 inches but his girth is not too shabby. The three of them sink into the shallow part of the pool, resting their backs against the cool stone lining the banks of the spring. Hugh gestures at her to join them, and she awkwardly splashes over and sits next to him.

"Don't be a stranger." Hugh says but doesn't make a move, instead making small talk with his other two squad mates.

Most of their jabber goes over her head, with terms she doesn't understand but she does catch some snippets about 'increasing goblin numbers and aggressiveness' and 'emergence of a goblin boss'. Their boisterousness does rub off on her and she starts to find herself enjoying listening to their conversation, especially when Al starts telling a story about the time he caught Sam and Kurt doing something or other in their tent.

Unknowingly, Eris starts gravitating towards Hugh, leaning against his warm chest and feeling it vibrate as his deep voice rumbles pleasantly above her head. Suddenly, she feels his arm wrap around her and his hand dart between her legs, his thick fingers finding her pussy lips. Eris looks up at his face in shock but his expression betrays no emotion. Rather, he remains deep in conversation with Al and Po, seemingly unbothered that his digits were beginning to toy with her vagina. If his companions noticed anything amiss, they did not show it on their faces either.

Eris is faced with a choice.