Tight Rope

The sky was getting dark, and the woods seemed fairly empty now. Negana guessed that most people would be in the bar, or eating and drinking at their tents by now. Although the air had cooled considerably she drew a good deal of warmth from being pressed tightly against Amethyst as they carefully made their way through the trees. The continual movement of the tight rope against her bum hole created a different feeling of warmth which spread throughout her body from the inside.

They made good progress, considering their predicament. Before long they heard voices and saw light through the trees. Moving closer, Emily saw the trading area and bar on the other side of the treeline. This was going to be tricky, as a lot of people were milling about in this area.

‘Can we just stop for a minute?’ Amethyst was breathing heavily, and a film of sweat covered her face and shoulders.

‘Are you okay?’ Emily worried.

‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘But I’ve got to be honest, if we don’t stop I think I’m going to cum.’

This was awkward, thought Emily. She stood as still as she could, trying to not even breathe sharply.

Amethyst rested her cheek on Negana’s shoulder and tried to control her breathing. After a moment she looked up. ‘Thanks, I think I’m okay now.’

They crab-walked over to the edge of the clearing and hid behind a tree so they could peer out at the people assembled near the bar. Negana was thrilled to see the unmistakeable silhouette of Gerwald, sat alone at a table nearby. She jiggled with excitement. ‘Shit, don’t do that,’ sighed Amethyst. Emily felt her body tremble against her and the smaller girl pressed her lips against her queen’s neck and moaned.

‘Sorry,’ she whispered, trying to be still again. ‘Did you?’

‘No,’ Amethyst said breathily. ‘But be careful, I’m really close.’

‘Maybe it would be better to, you know?’

‘No,’ she whispered. ‘I’m quite… loud when it happens.’ Emily could feel the heat emanating from the girl’s face.

‘Okay. Just let me know if you need me to, you know, help. Or anything.’ Emily was finding this quite exciting herself, this beautiful girl, pressed up to her, so close to an orgasm and actually totally at Emily’s mercy. The cool air was making her exposed pussy feel cold; she knew that she was becoming quite wet, and hoped that Amethyst couldn’t feel it. Her mind returned to Gerwald, as if that was going to improve her situation down below.

‘Over there at that table, he’s my friend,’ she explained. ‘Let me see if I can call him.’

She whispered his name as loud as she could. He did not hear, but importantly nobody else did either.

Trying again, louder, she saw him look around. He thought he had heard something. She tried again. ‘Gerwald! In the trees!’ He looked straight at them, but didn’t see them in the darkness. Negana stepped out from behind the tree. Amethyst sighed and quivered. Gerwald saw them. He drew his sword and walked over.

‘Gerwald,’ Negana pleaded as he came closer, ‘you’ve got to help us.’

‘Fuck,’ he began, ‘what have they done to you?’

‘Oh, nothing really. Gerwald, this is Amethyst.’ Amethyst looked up, smiled, and said hi. He towered over her. ‘Look, can you untie us?’

‘Of course. Stay quiet, it’s not safe here.’ His voice was so deep and gravelly, Emily thought.

He knelt down at their feet, his long white hair falling across his face as he untied their ankles. Emily loved feeling his touch on her bare skin. He held Negana’s hips, apologising for touching her, and turned the girls so that his queen’s bottom was in front of him. Amethyst groaned loudly, responding to the movement. ‘Shhh,’ soothed Negana.

‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered, ‘I can’t hold it much longer.’

Emily felt a similar sensation herself, with Gerwald’s breath on her bottom as he struggled with the knot binding the other girl’s wrists. Every movement he made pulled on the rope up her ass. She was suddenly not far behind Amethyst.

‘Oh, god,’ the witch sighed, ‘I’m so close.’

Negana looked down. ‘Gerwald, hurry up!’ He apologised, quickening his movements. This really didn’t help.

‘Oooh,’ Amethyst was panting, and becoming louder. Her body was trembling. ‘Oooh, here it comes.’

Amethyst’s wrists were suddenly free, and Negana felt a slight sense of loss as Gerwald pulled the crotch rope from between her cheeks. The witch cried out, and her legs could no longer hold her. Her head tilted back and she opened her mouth in a silent scream. Emily held her and lowered her gently to the ground as she bucked her hips and let out a loud ‘Aaaah.’

Emily pressed her lips over the girl’s open mouth to stifle the scream, and immediately she pushed back into the kiss, gripping her queen’s hair. Emily’s thigh was against Amethyst’s pussy and she bucked her hips, grinding against Negana’s leg. She was crying out, moaning into Emily’s mouth, kissing her hard. Then the tremors subsided, weakening, and she lay her head back onto the ground, panting and trembling, and pressed a hand against her pussy while the other stroked Emily’s back.

Gerwald was standing now, watching the two naked girls at his feet. ‘Fuck,’ he said.