A Place to Rest—And Make Out

“Onward!” Gerald roars. “We can't give them a chance to regroup!”

The mage plants a fist on her hip.

“That would be unwise. I'm almost out of spell slots. We need to take a rest.”

Pivo emerges from the shadows. She had scouted ahead and signals that the area is clear and safe.

You suddenly feel hot all over. You hadn't even noticed she'd disappeared. How are you supposed to protect her if you don't even know where she is?

Not that she needs protecting…

“Generally speaking, I agree with you, Selena. But where are we supposed to rest?” the rogue counters. “The last safe zone is miles behind us. We'd lose too much time backtracking.”

An idea takes shape in your mind, and the corners of your mouth begin to curl upward.

With your newly acquired abilities, perhaps you can finally convince these adventurers that you might be a useful member of the party after all.

You take a step forward, spurred on by a courage you didn't know you had.

“I could help.”

Three pairs of eyes turn toward you in surprise.

“You?” The elf looks down her nose at you. “And what exactly do you intend to do, dwarf?”

She says the name of your people as though it were an insult.

You swallow your irritation.

“I can make a cave,” you say, with considerably more confidence in your voice than you actually feel. “Follow me.”

You lead your three companions around a corner and mark a spot on the rock wall with the tip of your pickaxe.

You'd already worked out a plan on the way here, courtesy of your freshly acquired Engineering skill.

You swing.

Thunk.

Your tool bites into the rock.

Immediately, the full benefits of your maxed-out Stoneworking craft skill come into play. Chunks of rock and showers of gravel rain to the ground.

Before long, the rough outline of a small cave begins to emerge. Nothing spectacular—just a teardrop-shaped alcove with a narrow entrance, but large enough for three people to rest in relative comfort and safety.

Finally, you stack the excavated rubble in front of the entrance, creating a low defensive barricade that's easy to hold against incoming enemies.

“There you go. After you.”

Your laughter proves infectious. Pivo joins in, followed by Gerald. Even Selena looks impressed, which pleases you almost more than the others' reactions.

Later that night—once again, you've volunteered for the unpopular middle watch—Pivo comes to stand beside you.

You suppress a start of surprise. She moves so quietly that you don't notice her until she gently touches your arm.

For several minutes, the two of you stand together in silence.

“You know,” she begins softly, “what you did today was pretty impressive.”

You hope your beard and the darkness conceal just how wide your smile is at the praise.

“I think you've earned a reward.”

Just thinking about what happened the last time the two of you were alone makes your blood rush to your loins.

Sure enough, she slides her nimble fingers into your waistband.

You can’t help but moan as she finds your rock-hard cock and gently squeezes it.

“Oh, looks like someone’s happy,” she giggles.

To your surprise—and slight disappointment—she doesn’t drop to her knees in front of you and free your throbbing hardness from your pants, which have long since become too tight. Instead, she takes your hand in hers and guides it to her own crotch.

Without her guidance, you’d never have dared to touch her like that. But now you close your eyes in pleasure as she guides your calloused fingers to her most sensitive spot.

“Mhm,” she moans softly, “yes, right there. Keep going.”

You tentatively begin to caress her down there, but little by little you grow more confident. The increasing wetness confirms that the halfling girl loves what you’re doing.

When you finally push a finger into her sopping slit, a little sweet cry escapes her lips.

You’re startled and want to pull back, but she holds you tight with both hands.

“Keep going.”

You’re more than ready to grant her request.

Soon, Pivo is nothing more than a moaning, helpless bundle in your hands. And when you finally thrust two fingers simultaneously into her tight pussy, she arches her back, trembling, and would have collapsed if you hadn’t been there to support her.

You hold her tight for what feels like an eternity, until her breathing has calmed down enough for her to speak again.

“Wow, I didn’t expect that. I actually wanted to reward you. But what isn’t yet may still happen.”

Your wildly throbbing cock agrees with her.