Struggle to talk to Miranda

The sound of Tom and Sarah's footsteps kept going, and going, and going. You'd expected them to fae overtime, but they did no such thing. Regardless of how many steps they took, or how far they seemed to walk, you could still the clacking of feet and the hushed whispers and laughter they shared. You were so confused by the fact you could still hear them, that it took you a few seconds to realize Miranda was staring at you. With a blush, you snapped out of it, and looked to her to apologize, but she spoke before you could.

"You can hear them too?" She said it like a question, but it was more like a statement of fact.

"Yeah," you laughed, "good hearing is part of my ranger skills. Wait, why can you still hear them?"

"It might be something to do with this," Miranda sighed, reaching up with both hands and pushing her long chestnut hair back behind her ears. Her pointy ears.

"Oh my god!" Your eyes went wide, "are you an elf?"

Miranda smiled bashfully. "Yeah, I thought it might be interesting to give being something different a try." Something about those sharp ears elevated the loveliness of your crush, accentuating her features and making her look even more refined, elegant and beautiful.

"Does it feel different?" You asked, marvelling at how her new ears seemed to highlight her cheekbones.

Miranda shrugged. "I mostly feel the same, but it said I would be "extra sensitive" to the world, maybe that's why I can still hear them?"

You could still hear them too, but now their walking seemed to be at an end. "Come on, in here," you heard Sarah giggle from so far away. Even the sound of Tom's feet stepping into a smaller space was discernible to you. "I don't even know how to get this thing off," Sarah said, her hands undoubtedly fiddling with her figure hugging one piece.

"You better find out soon before I rip it open and fuck you through it," Tom growled.

"Jesus," you sighed, facepalming. It was obvious what audio you and Miranda were about to be subjected to, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. The best you could hope for was to talk over it. "They're over a hundred metres away and they're still this loud!?"

"How can you tell that?" Miranda asked, making you ask the same thing of yourself

"Oh. I don't know, it just felt obvious. I guess it's part of my ranger skills." Mentioning your skills gave you an idea.

"Let's try to ignore them," You said loudly, clapping your hands together, "come on, we can talk over them. So, what skills does your class have Miranda?"

Miranda seemed to like your idea. "I have three class traits, the first one was "beneficial touch" which means I can bless, heal, and repair people or objects, with the "appropriate" touch."

"God that's good," Sarah moaned loudly, "but I'm too horny for foreplay. Show me your strength!" There was a thump, like clothes dropping. "Oh holy shit," she gasped, "Now you know I don't say this often, but you're really really huge. Please be gentle."

Miranda's eyes went wide, and her ears red, as you both heard Sarah's breathing accelerate, practically panting already. "Holy shit, you're hot," Tom grunted, you could practically hear his gritted teeth.

"Wow, a beneficial touch?" You half-yelled in an attempt to drown them out, "that sounds super cool, maybe you could give me a blessing when we leave here?" You floated the last thought like a joke, but you secretly had your hopes tacked to it.

"Maybe," Miranda smiled, and your heart soared.

"Mmmmmph, fuck, keep going, keep going," Sarah groaned.

"Sarah's right," you said quickly, "keep going, Miranda. I want to hear more about your skills."

Your crush laughed at that, before acquiescing. "Well I have another one that said it would make enemies less likely to hit me, I think it was called "beguiling visage," or something like that!" Looking at Miranda, a scrap of cloth over each soft breast, shifting with her every movement and threatening to flash her nipples, you could see why enemies might have been too distracted to hit her.

"That sounds super useful!" You enunciated loud and clear, like you were an example in an English as a second language lesson. "Do you have three class traits like me?"

"I do! The third one is "sanctified body," it means-" She paused midsentence again, her jaw dropping open as she turned her head to the doorway.

"Fuck Yes! I love when you bottom out in me! Keep going, faster!"

Miranda was quiet for a couple more seconds after that loud interruption, blinking in surprise, until she regathered herself to continue. "That one means I'm immune to disease and poison. That's it. Those were all of my abilities it told me about."

Plap, plap, plap, plap, plap, plap, rang loudly through the doorway.

"Wow, sounds like they're giving you a round of applause for talking about your class," you joked again to defuse the tension.

"Ha, yeah," your crush laughed, more weakly this time. The new and endless background noise was obviously making her feel awkward, a deeper blush spreading in her cheeks. It wasn't exactly easy-listening music for you either, with the thought of Sarah getting fucked like this making you uncomfortable, even as you felt your dick twitch.

"My turn to talk about my class," you rubbed your hands together, ready to get into the subject with as much energy as necessary to drown out what the other two were doing. Slowly, loudly, thoroughly, you talked through every element of your class choice, from why you'd made it, to what it did, to what you hoped you'd be able to do with it later.

"Obviously you know about my heightened senses, that's why we're both stuck hearing this."

"So good!" Sarah yelled.

"And I've got knowledge of plants and animals and monsters and stuff, so that should be useful if we get lost in the woods.

A single loud clap rang out, presumably from Tom spanking Sarah's fat ass.

"I've always really liked ranged classes, y'know? Dealing damage at a distance is simple and straightforward, and a great way to avoid getting damaged back too."

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" The fiery succubus panted.

"And I hope that I'll be able to do cool stuff with my bow, like trick arrows or shooting three of them at once, or other sick stuff like that."

The improvised presentation you'd given Miranda trailed off at that point, still with the backing track of Sarah's panting, Tom's grunting, and their bodies slapping together. You had really hoped that by the time you'd finished your long running talk that they would have finished.

Instead, you still heard them, and you could only give your crush a sigh and a commiserating look. Her big brown eyes met yours, and she briefly raised her eyebrows before looking away. Hearing her best friend be so vocally railed had embarrassed Miranda so much that her blush was creeping down her neck, and her hands wringed together in front of her thighs. She didn't mean to do it, but the way she positioned her arms pressed her upper arms together around her chest, squeezing her boobs and making them look even bigger beneath their tiny covering.

"Shoot it inside me!" Sarah wailed, "I wanna feel it deep in my pussy! Empty those balls, baby, please!" A series of louder, harder slaps followed, presumably Tom obeying and forcefully slamming his hips against Sarah. "Yes, YES! SO GOOD! DON'T STOP, GIVE ME ALL OF IT!I FUCKING LOVE IT!"

"Okay, so she has to be faking, right?" You sighed in irritation at Sarah's obvious porn acting.

In front of you, Miranda blinked quickly, like she was waking up out of a trance. "Oh yeah, yeah, obviously," she said, shaking her head quickly. "I mean that just sounds so ridiculous," she snorted, before bursting into a fit of laughter. It was, like always, music to your ears, and you soon found yourself chuckling alongside her. Finally, the sound from Tom and Sarah was drowned out completely, buried in a wave of laughter.

When you'd finally both stopped losing it at the ridiculous situation and Sarah's over the top performance, the other two had finally gone quiet.

"Thank god that's over," you whispered, as if worried that the hearing would go both ways.

"Yeah," Miranda exhaled, "don't tell them that we could hear all that. It would be embarrassing."

"For them or for us?"

"Both, I think," Miranda smiled, running a hand through her hair so it fell back over her elfish ears.

"Wait, Tom," you heard Sarah say, her voice sounding much more level now." Let me try one more thing." For a second you thought they were about to go at it again, but then all you heard was a snap of Sarah's fingers. "There, it said that should "fully restore" the both of us."

"Damn, I definitely feel restored," Tom answered.

"Oh, that's what that means? I think I have a favourite spell already," Sarah laughed, "now come on, lets get back before they leave without us." With that the two of them finally started coming back, and you shared a knowing smile with Miranda.

"I won't tell them we heard them if you don't."

"Deal," your crush winked at you.

The sound of two pairs of feet kept getting louder until the two lovebirds finally swung back in to the main hall. They were both a little pink and sweaty from exertion, but other than that, they were no worse for wear from their little session. Sarah's black one-piece was still in one piece (and as sexy as ever), and Tom's loincloth was back where it belonged, although you noticed it hung a little funny, almost as if it was caught up on something below it.

"That was a fun test," Sarah purred, throwing her long red hair back before interlocking her fingers and stretching her arms over her head. "I think I'm gonna like it in here."

"I know I am," Tom growled, shamelessly eyeing up first Sarah's ass, and then Miranda's partially exposed breasts.

Your crush did her best not to look at him, turning away and twirling her hair around a finger, even as he swaggered closer to her. You had been about to tell him to back off, when Sarah had interrupted.

"Holy shit!" She shouted, eyes staring into space again, "I got two whole levels from that. Getting to one hundred is gonna be easy!" As Sarah looked into the middle distance, eyes tracing back and forth over some new information that only she could see, Tom turned back to Miranda.

"What do you say, babe," he said as he stepped even closer to her, one thumb resting on the hem of his loincloth, "you want me to give you a couple pumps of XP?"

Miranda scoffed at his absurd suggestion, rolling her eyes and stepping away from him, and closer to you. Fixing him with a smug grin, you decided to move things along. "I'm glad you two had fun testing out each others "abilities", but how about we get out of here and into the game?"

"Ooh, good idea, John," Sarah rubbed her hands together before practically bouncing over to you, her breasts bouncing in her one piece too. She seemed positively brimming with positive energy now, excited and ready for an adventure. "What was it that thing said? We all join hands and then we get into the main world?"

"I think it was something like that, yeah," you said, glancing at her and Tom's hands with not unreasonable suspicion. After what they'd just been doing, you weren't too keen on the idea of holding hands with either Tom or Sarah.

"How about we all put our hands in the middle," you said, reaching your hand out in front of you, directly beneath the light, "like how teams all put their hands in in a huddle?"

Miranda quickly joined you, her soft hand sliding gently over yours. Her skin was like silk and it took a conscious thought to keep from flipping your hand around to grab hers properly. Before you could savour the moment, Tom's big meaty paw slammed down on top of Miranda's delicate limb, completely eclipsing it. That just left Sarah, who reached her hand high over the rest of the stack.

"We're sure we're all ready?" She asked, flexing her fingers and looking each of you in the face. You met her eyes with a nod, and wished she would hurry up. Even from below, you could feel Tom's hand caressing Miranda's.

"Okay," Sarah exhaled, "let's go."

She dropped her hand on top of the stack and, like she was pushing down the plunger of a bomb, the whole world whirled into white one final time.