The solution is 69

"This doesn't seem orthodox." Silvia shudders as her face sinks into the thick, pillowy thighs of the former knight.

"It'll... it'll be fine, I p-promise." Hilda's voice was slightly muffled from speaking through the dark elf's cave of wonders, which currently rested on top of her face.

Hilda's idea on distributing their weight didn't seem like the most stable option. She had chosen to lay flat on her back long-ways on the thickest branch she could find, and told Silvia to lay on top of her facing Hilda's feet. Supposedly this would leave them balanced and unlikely to collapse their temporary sleeping locale, but Silvia wasn't feeling so confident. If either of them rolled over, they'd plummet to their doom, and the only thing stopping that from happening was the human's warm embrace cradling Silvia on her belly and her surprisingly firm ass cheeks gripping the branch beneath her.

"Okay, just... don't let go of me." Silvia lowered her head, taking in the scent of Hilda's lady parts. Hilda's response was too muffled to make out, but it sounded affirming. The feeling of her breath on Silvia's precious pot of gold sent a tingle down the dark elf's spine, and she had to brace herself to keep from letting any liquid treasure slip out. And from what she could smell, the human was probably doing the same.

Their fatigue soon overpowered their horniness as both women nuzzled into each other's crevices and settled in for a cold night, hoping for better luck come the sunrise.