Amber absently poked the low fire with a long stick, lost in her thoughts as the night wore on.
True to her word, Lorelei chatted for hours sharing stories of her adventures in the land. Amber was admittedly surprised with some of the raunchy details and found herself hanging on every word. Adventures with Kobolds, minotaur's, tentacles and goblins had her head spinning and more than a little interest in sampling some of the other residents in this far off land. After her session with the goblins, Lorelei's stories only fanned the flames and the chance to actually experience some of the things she had been writing about was more than a little interesting.
Across the clearing, Lorelei was curled wrapped in her blanket, nestled between the roots of one of the trees. The elven blanket had her perfectly camouflaged to the point that if Amber didn't know where to look, she would have missed the elf completely.
The night had cooled somewhat, normal for being deep in the forest, but with the extra blanket wrapped over her shoulders and sitting close to the fire, Amber found the crisp air refreshing. She was annoyed to be still sitting topless, Lorelei while a bit busty for an Elf, was not really matching Amber's proportions that way for extra clothing. But being an experienced camper, she shrugged it off and enjoyed the quiet for the time.
Leaning against a log she had pulled into the clearing earlier, Amber let out a content sigh. Across the clearing she watched little lights dancing on the edge of the glow from the fire. Although larger than the moth's or fireflies that she was used to from home, it gave her something to watch as she let her mind wander.
So, a Minotaur? What would that even be like? She tried to imagine the musky scent and overpowering physicality of such a beast, would she even be able to take it? Glancing at Lorelei's still, rather petite body, she smirked. Ok, she thought, that won't be an issue.
Before long, her fingers were trailing up and down her chest, the chill in the air enough to make her nipples perky. Settling back, she thought back to the story Lorelei shared when she was in the pond when the tentacle thingy had caught her. Lorelei was so excited telling the story that Amber thought the poor elf was going to have to run off for a bit, although she would have been more than happy to help and tickle that particular itch for the elf.
Lost in her thoughts, Amber didn't notice the lights at the edge of the fire had grown in number and were coming closer. What she had thought were just fireflies were actually sprites, the light of the fire reflecting off the small horn they had sprouting from their foreheads. The tiny creatures, a hands length each, fluttered on their surprisingly strong butterfly wings as they slowly drew closer to the unsuspecting human.
With a sigh she pulled the blanket back, cupping her breasts. The warmth of her hands sent a familiar tingle through her nipples, a little chuckle as she warmed herself up by the fire.
Behind her the sprites drew closer. Fascinated by the human, they crowded on the log watching as she massaged her chest, stretching her long legs toward the fire. She slid down, the blanket dropping from her shoulders, her soft sounds exciting her watchers. Wings fluttering, they crept closer, hesitantly touching her warm skin.
Lost in her own moment, Amber didn't notice the small hands caressing her shoulders. A slight buzzing distracted her a moment, casually flicking a hand over her ear. Behind her more sprites collected, gathered on the log, creeping closer.
Across the fire, she watched the lights grow closer, fixated on the weaving pattern.
The feeling of calm excitement she had slowly grew, sighing happily as she settled against the log, hands caressing her chest and belly.
