Fifi awoke in her small travelling tent, sweaty and miserable in the dead stuffy air. She'd be glad to complete this quest and be done with having to sleep through the heat of the afternoon. If being available at all times weren't so enjoyable she'd be tempted to end the arrangement, just to be able to sleep with the flap open. She crawled over to push the flap aside and emerge onto the hill where she and her companions were camped, savouring the cool breeze as it washed over her.
Bernard was quick to abandon their companions at the small cooking fire, "Evening Fifi, I've been waiting for you to wake up."
He unlaced his breeches to pull out his half hard cock, expectantly holding it in front of her face.
She shuffled around to kneel more comfortably, "You know I can't sleep in the heat."
She took his cock in her hand, sucking the head into her mouth to run her tongue around it.
He closed his eyes and let out a satisfied sigh as she sucked him off, bobbing her head further as he grew larger in her mouth. Once he was fully hard she began to play around and enjoy herself, alternating between flicking licks up his length and sucking him deep.
Over by the fire Thierry and Gabrielle sat watching her, Thierry finding it increasingly difficult to pay attention to the meat he was supposed to be cooking.
Gabrielle's eyes rolled, "Oh give it here, I'll finish dinner. I get the first go with her after the hunt though!"
Thierry barely acknowledged her in his haste to join the fun. He pulled out his cock and guided her hand to it, Fifi more than happy to start stroking him. A few seconds later she swapped, sucking Thierry into her mouth and stroking Bernard. Thierry moaned his satisfaction as he enjoyed her attention.
Fifi was enjoying herself too, the more of her friends she got to service at once the better; if only Gabrielle liked cocks as much as she did. There was no use lamenting such things though, not while she had two nice hard cocks to have fun with.
She began to swap back and forth more often, bobbing her head for a few seconds on one cock before turning back to the other. The men were panting and moaning above her as she worked her magic, after months of questing together she knew exactly what they liked.
Switching things up again she stroked one with each hand, lowering her mouth to lick Bernard's balls. His exclamations grew louder as she gently sucked one into her mouth, rolling it about her tongue, before releasing him to give Thierry the same treatment.
Gabrielle called out from the fire, "Dinner's ready and I'm not saving you any!"
Fifi pouted for a moment before internally shrugging, time to wrap up her fun then. A wicked thought entered her mind a moment later, if she could judge these two just right...
She began to stroke both of them faster, urging them on towards the finish. They responded, the exclamations of each building to a crescendo. Bernard felt like he was lagging behind, so she sped up that hand, trying to bring him back into line. By her expert judgement they only had seconds left, she quickly opened her mouth as wide as she could, angling them both towards her extended tongue.
Thierry exploded first, shooting most of his thick salty load onto her tongue before the rest dripped down her chin. She'd judged well though, and he was still spurting when Bernard exploded, adding his more bitter taste to the mix. When they were done she gulped quickly, swallowing what she'd managed to avoid spilling down her front. She gave each softening cock an affectionate kiss and then left the panting men behind as she went in search of the water pail.
Once she'd washed up she rejoined her friends by the fire, scooping herself a share of the rabbit and greens.
She screwed up her brow after a mouthful, "Needs more salt, I can barely taste the meat."
Gabrielle snorted, "I would have thought you'd had all you needed from your entremet."
Bernard cackled as Thierry snorted his broth out his nose.
"I'm sorry to say we ran out yesterday, if we don't catch this thing tonight we'll have to ride back into town to resupply."
With most of his dinner back where it should be Thierry spoke, "I'd much rather return successful, they were less than enthused to see us the first time, I shudder to think what they'll be like if we come back empty handed."
Bernard swallowed a mouthful of rabbit, "Can't say I blame them, from the sounds of things Seigneur Bellefeuille has turned robber trying to fund his war. It would explain why so many of our francs now rest with his toll keeper."
Gabrielle sighed heavily, "And as always it falls to us to deal with the details that are beneath the Seignurs. I'll start the coffee, it feels like another long night."
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The four brushed down their horses, saddled them, and moved their tethers closer. Maille and helm were donned and swords buckled. Finally they planted their spears, poured their first cups of coffee, and sat down to wait.
For a week they'd been camped on this hill overlooking the same empty stretch of worn out road, hoping to catch the Malet Horse. The monster had been preying on weary travelers in the area for months, tempting them into it's saddle so it could spirit them away to their demise.
The locals wanted it gone, and so the Chevalières would get rid of it. Such was the life of those who hunted monsters. This monster though had so far refused to show itself, and so they waited. And waited.
Fifi's second cup of the night was running low when she caught movement in the distance. A minute later she was certain, they had a traveller.
She gulped down the rest of her cup and gently gestured for attention, keeping her voice low, "We've got one, to the south. All alone looks like, the perfect victim."
Bernard was already scanning the road ahead, "Let's pray the creature shares your view."
