Filthy-Wet Camping

The road to Burweld unraveled like ribbon over the jagged hills. A hush hung over our company. I led the way astride Zephyr; my armor clinked with each step the mare took. The bruises across my cheeks had fully bloomed, aching in the chill air.

Galahad kept to the rear with Penance hung across her back. Her red and white plate had grown dull with dust from the mountain path. She rode a brown mare that preferred to keep its distance from Zephyr.

She hadn’t spoken since the tavern, and had given me no insight on Burweld or what to expect in my quest. It was her mother's holding, though I wasn't sure she'd ever been.

I could just ask her, she probably has the pull to garner a pardon.

They were murmuring back there, Gal and Penance. The elf was pressuring.

"Alright out with it. You're here, and I'd rather not while away more hours in aggressive silence." I placed a hand at the silk of Naughty's grip, signaling for her to hold her tongue.

"Mordred, may I inquire on your business in Burweld?" she said with enough heat in her voice to boil an egg.

The beating I'd taken at her hands, her steel-wrought fist hammering my face, flashed bright at the sound of her voice. I focused to slow my breathing.

Now to explain the nonsense I've been up to.

How to do say it though?

My elf loves to grant dying wishes, I'm rescuing a prisoner of your mother's, the sister of a bandit I put down, because something interesting might come of it.

I wouldn't have uttered that under oath.

"An acquaintance of mine is wrongly imprisoned there, I seek her release," that lie flew from my lips like a partridge from unsure palms.

Now I have to live with it.

I had no idea what the girl had done to get herself locked up. Her sister had murdered, or been present for it. If this girl was of the same sort...

Galahad was silent. Her shield was not, "You have proof of her innocence?" Penance asked. She cut to the heart of the issue without a moment's hesitation.

To delay in my response would admit wrongdoing, I let my inner-voice take control, hoping it could see me through.

"I do not."

"Then expound, wrongly imprisoned?" Penance pressed.

"Do you trust in Arthur?"

"Absolutely."

"I trust her."

That seemed to have sated the shield, or given her pause, Galahad spoke next, "I can't be of use in Burweld."

Of course you can't.

I could have cut her for that. Instead of assistance, what she had promised, I had an extra set of eyes, ready to report any misdoings to my superiors.

"Why?"

"We have trouble there. They don't respect our claim."

I rounded Zephyr on her, "If you don't want to be here then leave. I didn't request your assistance."

"I do-"

"Penance does. Don't pretend-"

"Stop," steam huffed from her nose.

I gave her a moment to calm down and think, hoping I wouldn't catch another gauntlet.

I pressed, "These curs disrepect Lancelot and you're going to side with them?"

She was too clean for this, her curls wound tight into glimmering coils flanking her rosy cheeks, "I'm not siding with them, I've just been told to avoid the situation."

"Mother doesn't want you losing your temper?" I asked, and she lowered her gaze, suddenly unable to look upon what her hands had wrought.

I turned Zephyr back uphill, "You're assisting me, just keep your hands to your sides and there won't be any issues."

She offered no response.

We continued our ride late into the afternoon before setting camp. Kindling in arm, Naught and I returned to our chosen site to see the bitch's armor beside her bedroll. A glance downhill to the creek revealed her buck-naked, tip-toeing into the creek.

Naught placed a hand at the small of my back and let out a "Hueh!" like a birdcall. Galahad doubled over, heaving air, tits hanging and her ass presented to us. There was plenty to leer at, but my mind was stuck on having caught her without her gloves. If I wanted to pay her back for last night's beating this would be the moment.

Penance shot us a glare, but I paid her no mind and called out to Galahad, "If this knight thing doesn't work out you can earn your coin riding cock, you've got the shape for it."

Gal pressed forward into the frigid water with all the grace of a housecat thrown out in the rain, "Devil's claws!" she shouted.

I'd have rather bathed in a latrine than those cold depths. Her obsession with cleanliness had been a source of regular teasing at court, but she'd refused to give it up.

I returned to building our campfire but Naught had other ideas. "You always slouch in your armor when you're hard," she said, and pressed her palm to my codpiece.

The delicate lines of Galahad's bent behind, her folds and the peek of her bush were still seared to my eyes.

"Let me help you get comfortable," she pressed close, grinding her mound against my thigh.

"Why not do this while we were gathering wood?"

"Less chance of getting caught," her mouth rose to nip at my earlobe.

"**** to mark your territory? You jealous thing," I'd be inside her by now if my plate weren't holding me at bay. I had to settle for teasing as she worked its straps loose.

"Jealous of her? That prude couldn't handle my ****, she'd faint after the first inch, and she couldn't suck you with that demented gag reflex."

My right gauntlet clattered to the ground and I groped hard into the flesh of her ass, "Mmmh-" she moaned rolled her hips back up my leg.

I stole a glance at Galahad, she was still half submerged with her side turned to us, scrubbing her shoulders with a soaped white cloth. Penance watched from the bank and rolled her eyes at me.

This wasn't the first time I'd seen Galahad nude. We shared communal baths back at court. She practically lived in them, visiting twice or three times daily. I frequented them in the off-hours to avoid the rabble, and it was often just the two of us and our elves in the large space.

She was strong but not overbuilt. All the fat in her body had been confined to her breasts, which swelled considerably before narrowing to conical points. She’d bloomed in our years away from court. This wasn’t awkward, pimply Gal. It was bizarre to me that someone who spent that much time in the baths had trouble with her complexion, but she’d certainly sorted it out.

Naught gave me a push, her nose scrunched and brows furrowed, "I can't afford your full attention?"

"I-"

"Shut up," she said, and returned to the work of removing my plate in silence, her eyes set on a burl in a distant tree.

"Naught we've discussed this," I placed a hand to her ribs.

"I don't care if you have others," she said, tugging at a greave, "But when you're with me I want you to actually be present."

Truly?

"You're the one staging a display, we could have fucked in seclusion."

She threw her hair and gripped my ankle, "Are you embarrassed of what you do to me?"

"Of course not!" Her eyes pierced me and I went on, "I'd rut with you on the table round if it wouldn't cost me my head."

Naught bared her teeth, "Then I'm asking Arthur for permission."

"You are not!" I grabbed her shoulders. She shook with laughter as I pressed her down into the dirt.

Her back arched and I lowered to my knees between her thighs. I was still half clothed and hard, pressed aching against my cod-piece.

That wouldn't stop me from burying my face in her. I hooked my fingers into the lace of her panties, she was slick as a frog against my knuckles. "Hnnn-****, let me finish your armor, I want you to cu-♥" she gasped, words breaking, as I slid the fabric aside.

The flat of my tongue met her slit with a hungry lahp and her tang flooded my senses. I dove in again.

Lahp-

lahp-

lahp

"Hnnnngh♥ ****, fuuuck-" she whimpered, her voice a pitch higher now. I ignored her and drew long, soaking swipes across her crease that made her hips twitch.

She always protested at this, insisting she didn't want the extra attention. In truth it was more for me. I could take my time, focus on what I could make her body do, turn her to a trembling mess multiple times without a thought of self-control.

I left that little bud of hers untouched. It only took a prolonged rattling of it with my tongue to push her over the edge, and I didn't want her to have it that easy. Instead I pressed into the plump flesh of her outer lips, traced along them, slow and languid. Her breath came heavy, "Haa-hmm-****..." and she ground her hips into me, searching, ****.

I let her feel every inch of my tongue, tracing slow, lazy circles that just skirted the edge of her clit. She twitched with every pass, trying to tilt herself into the rhythm, to bring it closer, but I kept her dangling. Her folds were hot, plush, glistening with each greedy pass of my mouth.

Lahp-

lahp-

lahp♥♥

She whimpered every time my tongue dragged down lower, kissing the drenched lips at her entrance but never entering.

"Mmm-****-fuck-you're... you're teasing me again," she gasped, voice strained and trembling.

I groaned into her slit, letting the sound vibrate through her pelvis. She responded with a moan that curled at the end, almost a sob. My hands spread her wide, palms digging into the meat of her thighs, keeping her open and exposed to every soft swipe of my tongue.

Lahp-

lahp-

slrp-

slrp♥

Her body jerked when I let the tip flick near her clit, never on it. She was soaked, thighs trembling, voice cracking with each shallow breath.

"Please... please just a little more..."

I didn’t answer. I dragged my tongue across her again, slow and drool heavy, savoring every inch of her throbbing pussy.

"Hnnn-h-hnnn-gods-****...**** please.... I want your dick," she gasped again as her fingers needled through my hair, tugging, pleading.

Not happening.

Naught wanted to put me on display. Galahad had seen me nude, but never nude and rigid, and I wasn't going to have this be the first time. The girl was so prudish it would likely scare her off and ruin any chance I had of bedding her.

Instead, I gave the elf my middle and ring fingers. She split open like ripe fruit and they sank, curling deep into her sweltering hot walls. "Hnn-fu-fuuu...♥♥"

Her shaking thighs clamped around my neck, muscles jumping as she tilted her hips down, grinding her clit into my tongue.

Schlk-

schlk-

schlk-

Lahp-

lahp-

lahp-♥

Nothing but filthy wet noise.

"F-finger...fuck-me. Break me! Break me! Haaahn!♥" she cried, her back arching off the ground, hair sticking to her temples in sweat-laced tendrils.

I obliged, pistoning my digits into her slick, messy tunnel. Her pussy sucked at my fingers, greedy and loud.

Squelch-

squelch-

squelch♥♥♥

Her moans turned to broken whimpers, her body twitching in spasms beneath me.

I slowed my pace just enough to draw it out, curling deep with each thrust, dragging my fingertips along her walls. Her legs trembled with every motion, hips jerking up involuntarily as I spread her wider.

schlk-

schlk-

schlk♥♥

My fingers were coated to the knuckle in her heat.

"Ahn-hnn-haaah-f-fuck, ****-you're... you're teasing me," she whined, grinding down into my palm, trying to chase the edge I kept just out of reach.

"You're not ready yet," I murmured into the slick fold above, tongue dragging a lazy circle around her clit without touching it, just enough to make her cry out.

"Hnnn-n-no fair... no fair... ah-ah-ah!♥♥" she shuddered, her body twitching every time my fingers bottomed out and curled again.

Squlch-

squelch-

squelch♥♥♥

Her hole clenched, gnawed at me, but I kept control, and she continued to suffer under my rhythm.

Her breath came in ragged gasps now, hands clawing at my shoulders, eyes wide and pleading. "Please-please-just a little more-I'm so close, I can feel it-please-****-please♥"

I held her there, just at the threshold, fingers wringing her out while her muscles quaked and failed to finish. She wouldn't cum. Not yet. Not until I said.

I kept her on the edge, cruel and methodical, fingers twisting and curling inside her, every movement tuned to her twitching breath. Her whole body was a livewire, stretched and aching, her moans turning breathless and choked.

"Ah-ahhh-fuuuck-please ****-**** please-it's too much, I can't-" she sobbed, but her hips said otherwise, grinding down into me, her pussy soaking my palm.

squelch-

squelch-

schlk♥♥♥

I clamped my mouth over her clit and flicked. Fast. Hard.

Lahp-

lahp-

lahp-

lahp-

lahp-♥♥♥

Her body seized. "AAAH-M-M-M-****-!♥♥♥" she shrieked as I slammed into her with both tongue and fingers. Her cunt clenched tight, and then-splshhh-splrrrt-splsh-she came, squirting against my chin, thighs locked around my head.

"FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK♥♥ I'm c-cumming-oh gods, ****-****-!"

I didn't stop. I kept my tongue on her clit, thrumming in rapid circles as she writhed and howled. Lahplahplahplahp♥♥ She sobbed, broken and twitching, juices spilling from her in hot waves.

Her hole clenched my fingers again, milked them, then again.

Squelch-

squelch-

squelch♥♥♥

Her legs went limp, whole body sagging into the dirt.

Gal had to have caught on. Naught was filthy-loud and vulgar. I'd felt Penance's eyes on me this whole time.

This was certainly out of line, but not outright scandalous. Elves didn't follow the same rules of propriety, and maintaining their blade was a knight's duty, or their squire's, if they had one.

Poor Penance.

The large-breasted shield's curves were made to be oiled and rubbed down, and had long gone without. I should have insisted on her as my prize in our duel instead of the damn horse.

Gal's voice arose through chattering teeth, "Congratulations, I've b-been thoroughly s-s-scarred. Now will you please light the b-blasted fire!"

"Not done... not done... hnnnn♥♥♥" Naught whimpered, voice wrecked.

"You're done." I turned from her sex, face coated in slick and slobber, to take in Galahad. Wrapped in her bedroll, shivering, her curls still damp clinging to her face. How something so beautiful could ignite scorn was beyond me.

“My pussy…♥” Naught groaned and squeezed her thighs together.

“Alright, let me grab the flint, enjoy your swim,” I rose. She looked so small like this. Again the urge to deck her with a plated elbow and take **** rose in me.

“It was l-longer than I would h-have liked,” she said as I pilfered through Zephyr’s saddle-bags and tried to roll a crick from my neck. I realized I was slouching, still rigid-hard against my cod-piece, just like Naught had noted.

“You insisted on joining me. Naught and I are intimate, this is how we camp,” I felt so damn silly dropping that on her, but the sight of her peeled eyes and slack jaw was delicious.

“Oh, that’s h-how we camp?” The blanket dropped. Her brown nipples were peaked and stiff, “T-then let me just f-f-finger myself out here in the c-clearing!”

Naughty bolted up to sitting. Penance’s hand was at her own throat. I refused to let myself hope, she had no idea what to do next, she couldn’t even find a way out of this situation. She’d frozen solid.

I returned to my hunt for the flint, “Have fun.”

“Put your blanket back on,” Naught offered, “You’re okay.”

I heard her shuffling behind me, it made my arms prickle. I was on full alert. There were gauntlets on the ground and that bitch had beaten me senseless just a day prior.

“Couldn’t you b-both have done that in the woods? Why’d you have to parade it past me.”

“Why couldn’t you have sauntered downstream for your bath?”

She wrapped the blanket tight to herself, “I was bathing! You’ve seen me naked hundreds of times.”

“Not recently!”

I retreated behind my eyelids, wrangled my tongue between my teeth.

Why say that?

Perhaps I'd had enough time to forget, or maybe it was how she’d filled out. In either case her figure was putting a call to me it hadn’t before.

“I don- I don’t even…” She stumbled into the woods on bare feet.

“Pen, do I-?”

“The fire,” she said, and proceeded after Gal at a gentle pace.