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."
Anxious minutes passed as the traveller drew closer, indeed alone and on foot. A tinker by the look of him; caught out between towns, or maybe trying to dodge tolls.
Bernard whispered, "There it is, see the glow?"
Fifi and the others followed his gaze, and sure enough there it was. A dim white glow rising from the ground to take the shape of a perfect white horse, saddled and bridled.
As one they moved quietly to their horses, unfastening the tethers and climbing up into their saddles. Fifi gave Phantasia's dark neck a gentle pat, whispering soothing sounds. The Malet was a spirit until something mortal anchored it, timing would be everything on this. If they charged too soon it would disappear back into the ground, too late and it would escape with its prey.
The tinker spotted the horse and began looking about for an owner. When none was forthcoming he crept slowly closer, still looking as if he expected someone to leap out and grab him. The four kept their horses as silent and still as possible as they watched him reach the horse below. He reached tentatively out to pat its shoulder, and when it offered no resistance reached for its saddle.
"Now!" Fifi spurred Phantasia forward, plucking her winged spear from the ground. The others followed suit, the four building speed as they urged their horses to begin the downhill charge.
The tinker, clearly unaccustomed to riding on horseback, was struggling to climb fully into the saddle. The horse turned at the sound of pounding hooves, its gaze fixing on the four riders charging down the hill with spears raised. It let out a sound like a horse's whinny heard from underwater and turned to flee south down the road. Unfortunately for the monster the tinker went with it, hanging half in the saddle and screaming. It made an attempt to buck him off, but he stubbornly clung on, screaming all the while. Unable to lose its anchor the horse resorted to simply outrunning them, accelerating into a full gallop.
Their downhill momentum served Fifi and her companions well, they veered their horses south as they flew down the slope, joining the road mere yards behind it. Memoire carried Thierry to the front, the little brown mare eager to remind them she was the quickest. Thierry lowered his spear as he drew closer, readying to strike as soon as he was in reach.
Not wanting to be left behind Fifi dug her heels in, urging Phantasia on. They drew ahead of Gabrielle and Bernard, Thierry finally closing the gap enough to strike. His first thrust missed, but he quickly thrust again, scoring a glancing blow. The cut was only light, but it was enough to draw a distorted screech from the monster.
It veered left away from him, and Fifi finally got within striking distance. She couldn't aim for its side without hitting the tinker, so she was forced to strike at it from behind. As she readied her strike the tinker's pack came undone, spilling its contents in Phantasia's path. She bucked at the sudden avalanche, and threw Fifi off balance.
Her spear struck its hind leg and was kicked from her weakened grasp in the process. There was a shout from behind as her companions avoided the errant weapon, but the blow had landed, the monster was slowing.
One leg limping badly their group quickly had it surrounded. Spears struck from three sides, the weakened monster screeching and barking as it collapsed.
The impact at last jarred the tinker loose, and now unbound the creature's outline began to grow misty. Bernard gave a wordless shout and leapt from his horse. He landed awkwardly but gripping the monster's saddle, it's outline snapped back into focus. Bernard clung on desperately as it thrashed beneath him with desperate strength. Thierry rode up alongside and plunged his spear up to the wings in its rump, holding on grimly as its struggles continued.
Fifi dismounted and drew her arming sword, Gabrielle discarding her spear to do the same. As Fifi drew near its head the monster's tongue flew at her. It was longer than any horse's should be and moved like a python. It wrapped around her ankle and tried to pull her off her feet. Fifi struggled to stay standing as Gabrielle ran to join her, raising and then bringing down her sword to sever the loathsome appendage.
The monster let forth a warbling scream as Fifi was freed. She immediately raised her own sword, swinging it like an executioner's axe. The blade bit deep into its neck but it did not bleed, nor had it bled from any of its other wounds. The monster's screeching grew more distorted as it weakened. Gabrielle swung her own blade and the job was done. Its head fell and all its sounds and movements ceased.
Bernard pulled himself to his feet, and Thierry freed his spear. They all stood round their quarry, hearts still racing from the rush of the hunt. Between them lay not a creature of flesh, but an alabaster statue carved in perfect likeness of the creature as it had perished.
