An old friend

Druuna moaned as Nat pulled out of her wet twat and offered her fingers up for the raven-haired beauty to take into her mouth, but just as Druuna parted her plump lips to get a taste of her own juices a shot was heard, causing her to yelp in surprise and Nat to dive to the right and pick up her shotgun.

The noise had shocked her bad enough that Druuna remained still even as three more shots followed, and ignoring Nat’s calls for her to get into cover.

“Are they shooting at us?” Druuna asked, as a couple of seconds had gone by without any more firing.

“Don’t think so, those shots were at least a good couple of hundred yards away, and three of them were from a pistol.”

“But there were four shots?” Druuna pointed out, her arousal having fallen apart during the tense moments of listening to the firing.

“Yeah, the fourth one was a shotgun.” There was a strained quality to Nat’s voice.

“I’m going to check it out.” Nat said, after a few more seconds of silence, “wait here.”
“What?” Druuna had to struggle to keep her voice down, “don’t go!”

“I’ll come back,” Nat promised, and then disappeared out into the darkness, leaving Druuna to handle her fears all on her own.

The sound of her heart pounding inside her chest was threatening to overpower Druuna’s sense, and her mouth was parched as she waited for another shot, fearing that Nat would end up getting herself shot.

There were no more shots to be heard, though Druuna had reason to dive into cover behind the broken wall of the ruined building when she heard footsteps approaching.
Nat had made a fire when the two women had set camp for the night, using twigs that she had collected during their journey for fire and a small squirt of liquid from a plastic bottle to get it started with her silver-coloured “Zipper”, and now the licks of light originating from the fire allowed Druuna to see that Nat had returned, and that she had brought along some company.

The new arrival was a man, that much was easy for Druuna to see, and she found the man to be quite handsome as he had a square jaw and distinguished cheekbones, thick brown hair and a lean but muscular physique.

The man was dressed in a thin grey coat which hung down to his knees, faded and tattered blue denims and a worn white jersey. He was also a walking arsenal, with a large pistol holstered on his left hip with its butt pointing towards the right, another pistol stuck into his belt, two rifles on his back along with a sword, and an axe in his right hand.

Nat looked around the campsite, calling out Druuna’s name as soon as she realised that she was nowhere to be seen, while the man pulled out a blanket from his rucksack and proceeded to place his considerable personal arsenal upon it.
The man turned his head in Druuna’s direction when she came out from behind the wall, and let out a wolf-whistle when he got a first good look at her, his reaction causing Nat to laugh and Druuna’s cheeks to redden.

“Druuna, this is Roscoe.” Nat introduced the man, who was looking at Druuna in a way which she was finding rather flattering, “My partner, and yours as well.”
“Right,” Druuna hesitated about what to say, adding a pretty “Hello” soon thereafter, with Roscoe nodding in recognition of her greeting.

“Roscoe was supposed to meet us at Jackson Point,” Nat informed Druuna, “but he ran into a little trouble there.”

“That’s right, I came face to face with a couple of the general’s goons. I don’t know how, but he knows we got the map, and he wants it pretty bad. So I set out to meet up with you right away, and ran into three of his soldiers following your trail. Hence the rifles.” At this, Roscoe stopped speaking and broke out into a sardonic grin as he nodded towards the weapons.

Druuna was going to ask who the general was, but she didn’t have time to do it before Nat moaned out an “I haven’t thanked you for that yet” to Roscoe before proceeding to kiss him.

The kiss caught Druuna by surprise due to its timing, she wasn’t exactly surprised to find out that Nat liked men as well as women, and she watched as it dragged out for quite a bit, with Nat and Roscoe feeling each other up whilst remaining lip-locked.
When the kiss was finally ended, and Druuna was feeling both aroused by getting to watch it and frustrated by not getting to be part of it, Roscoe took a careful step backwards and leaned in before grabbing the bottom of Nat’s snug-fitting top, which he began to pull upwards until her dark, hard nipples came into view.

As Roscoe’s lips locked around the left one of the two erect buds, Nat took the time to look over at Druuna, flashing a lewd smile at her which Druuna returned while playing with the waistband of her skimpy thong.