Meera and Hilde drink.

Meera grinned. “Cheers!’ Hilde giggled faintly despite the situation and gently clunked her glass against Meera’s. As one, the pair upturned their glasses and swallowed whole their contents.

Hilde smacked her lips, running her tongue over them at the strange taste of the water. Not unpleasant, but odd. Almost fruity. “Mmm. Good water,” she said. The priestess sighed and sat down on the well’s edge. Her legs suddenly felt shaky and weak, the walk getting to her she supposed. She looked skyward at the golden disk of the sun. Had it always been this hot? She sighed breathily and undid the top of her robes, allowing the fabric to slide down her shoulders, revealing the swell of her breasts. It didn’t help. She was still hot. Hotter, in fact. She pressed a hand to her forehead, suddenly feeling lightheaded. Something felt wrong.

Hilde groaned. “Meera?” She stopped, hypnotized. Meera leaned against the fountain. Her legs were crossed and her bow and arrow were abandoned on the ground. She was undoing the knots of her leather shirt with fumbling fingers. At last, the found the final knot, and Meera let loose a drawn out sigh of relief as her shirt fell open. Hilde had seen Meera’s body often, one of the perks of being lovers, yet, somehow, it was different now. Her flushed skin looked lusher and more ripe, her breasts more tender and soft, her hair falling behind her tilted head like a river of molten fire, waiting to be stoked. She seemed to glow with warmth and arousal, as if begging to be touched, loved. Hilde licked her lips. Every thought other than worshiping the woman before her, and being so in turn, was washed away. She felt her slit warm and moisten beneath her robes.

“Meera…” Hilde repeated, though far huskier.

Meera looked to the priestess warmly, and Hilde smiled at seeing the same longing in the other’s face. They fell into one another’s arms and off the well. They felt weak yet desperate, wrestling in the dust of the street. Hilde gasped, writhing on the ground, quickly overwhelmed by Meera and finding herself beneath her. Meera grinned, a crazed light in her eye, and hiked Hilde’s robes up, baring the long pale flesh of her slender legs, leading up, up and to her mound.

“Damnation Hilde,” the half-elf groaned on seeing the priestess’s pussy lips, open and inviting.

“Please,” Hilde whimpered. Meera dove in. Hilde screamed in pleasure as the other hunter pushed her tongue into her lovers tunnel, her teeth nibbling on the engorged nub of Hilde’s clit, her tongue thrashing the heated folds with frantic desperation.

“Meera. Meera,” Hilde gasped and bucked weakly, clawing at the ground and tossing her head, her once golden locks becoming dirtied and tarnished by the dust. Meera said nothing, her tongue busy elsewhere, and soon her fingers as she reached back with her free hand and opened the front of her breeches. She plunged her fingers into her own cunt, but never stopped enjoying Hilde’s body.

It was not long before the priestess gave a cry and came, her fluids washing over Meera’s tongue, who endeavoured to drink as much as she could of the honeyed nectar. When it was done, Meera pushed herself up along Hilde’s body until they were face to face.

“Hilde,” Meera gasped, her face still sticky from the other’s juices. “You taste delicious.” As if to prove this, she forced her lips against the human’s. Hilde submitted willingly to Meera’s lips. Meera reached up with her free hand and began mauling Hilde’s breasts, forcing them from their hiding place in her robes and into the light of day. Hilde’s breath hitched as skilled fingers pinched and rubbed her tender nipples, forcing them upright and to respond. She melted.

There was no thought to them as they bucked against one another by the tainted well. There was no reason other than desire, no sensation but pleasure and the pain which made it all the sweeter as they bit and groped one another blindly in their desperation to avail themselves of the heat. Though both felt weak, neither could fail to find strength to bring one another to the peak of pleasure again and again, each time seemingly easier than the last, addictive in the desire to reach the next plateau.

For hours they lay together. Then, almost abruptly, they broke apart, panting and lying in one another’s arms. They were simply spent, as though they had expended the last of their energy in that final, explosive orgasm which had seemed to shake the huts and earth.

The warmth began to fade, slowly, but never disappear. Rather, it was replaced with a longing for more. Hilde smacked her lips, suddenly feeling so very thirsty.

There was the slow tramp of something approaching. Slowly, with effort, Hilde opened her tired eyes.