It had been about twenty minutes since Aretta watched Tannah fuck Beustalar and Balter and she was already back at it with the Duke of Turmadond, who was, strangely, better known as Lord Cavil.
Aretta stood silent with her arms crossed, listening to the gentle rustle of Tannah's skirt while Cavil laid between her legs, thrusting into her, shuddering with pleasure while she caressed his sweating back. Aretta stared at Tannah's pussy while he had her, his knees wide enough apart for her to see his balls slapping against her naked groin.
"Don't feel shy if you wanna touch yourself," Alswain suggested. Aretta didn't even turn to look at him.
She watched Tannah's heels rub against the backs of Cavil's thighs and saw her angle her hips toward him with each shove.
"Uhhh, ahhh ... oooh," she moaned, her skirt jangling each time she took his length.
In recent months Aretta had gone from whoring to soldiering and bodyguarding.
It definitely paid better, and she enjoyed being Tannah's mistress on the side, but lately, the inaction, coupled with the torment of watching everyone degrade her lover, had begun to wear on Aretta.
"Or I could ..." Alswain started.
"I'm NOT going to let you fuck me," Aretta said, cutting him off while Tannah moaned softly in the background.
"... Not even with my tongue?" he continued, "I can treat you like a real lady y'know, not just some whore," he whispered. "I'm quite good at pleasing ladies. My Lord and your lover can both attest to that."
"Ahhh, ahhh, ohh fuck me," Tannah sighed as Cavil squeezed her breasts and drove his cock into her with a hard slap.
Aretta felt her vagina grow moist, her juices seeping along the lips of her sex, drawing a line of wetness in her panties as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
Tannah's gasps and ... SOME of Alswain's suggestions were turning her on, it was true, but it had been weeks since she'd had a truly satisfying orgasm.
Tannah would usually help her to one before bed, but there'd been no time at all for a long, breath stealing climax like she used to have with her. Not since planning the expedition from Bristelkeer began.
She noticed Alswain staring at her when she glanced in his direction by accident, shifting her gaze quickly back to Tannah and Cavil.
"You're blushing," Alswain said. Aretta felt her face burn as she stared at Cavil's naked butt, watching it clench each time he drove his stiffened length into Tannah's hairy cunt. Tannah's hand drifted down his back to his ass and she dug her fingernails into his right cheek while looking over his shoulder at Aretta and Alswain.
"Haahh," she gasped as he thrust deep into her and remained there a moment, his balls pressed tightly against her sex. Her mouth gaped and her eyes rolled back as Cavil reared back and continued to fuck her at a brisk pace.
Balter sat at the other end of the tent, looking bored.
"I'm so annoyingly horny right now," Aretta thought. "I wouldn't mind a ride on Balter's cock, that's how bad it is," she decided. "Need to focus. I've got a job to do."
Tannah moaned over the slap of flesh as Cavil's groin beat against her.
"Ohh yes!" she gasped, curling her toes, her thighs jiggling while Cavil pounded her, his balls producing a crisp rhythm against Tannah's pussy.
A thin trickle of liquid across her asshole told Aretta that he was cumming inside of her, cumming inside her girlfriend.
He pulled out and stood up, his pearly-white goo oozing from Tannah's open cunt. She laid on her back before him, her legs apart and her skirt hiked up to her waist, her sweat-covered breasts heaving while Cavil watched his seed spill from between her splayed pink curtains.
"Don't think I'm done with you yet, slut," he said, reaching down and taking her by the hair.
"Aahhh ..." she yelped, "of course not my lord," she gasped, sitting up and letting his cum pour down her inner thigh as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.
Aretta watched her mouth move along the Duke's slick erection.
"Fuck ..." she thought, feeling her clitoris harden just from listening to her moan around him. The metal bits on the hem of Tannah's dress clinked softly as she bobbed and sucked, gripping his shaft and milking it with her wrist. Globs of cum fell from under her skirt and landed on the ground between her knees while she worked.
Aretta watched her closely, squirming in her pants and feeling her wet sex rub against her crotch seam.
Some minutes afterward Aretta emerged into the open air with Tannah behind her, her body wrapped in a silken robe to hide the outlandish clothing she was wearing.
There was a good deal of noise around them as people uprooted in preparation for the day's journey.
Lizard folk scurried past as Aretta led Tannah and Balter back to their tent. The caravan would be ready to leave two hours before noon as usual.
Aretta saw two lizard men pass by them with their huge, unstrung, bows slung over their shoulders and as her stomach groaned she wondered how successful the hunt had been the previous night.
Eating dried venison wasn't so bad when compared to the nights without meat. A human could only last so long on stale bread and hard cheese before the horses started to look delicious.
She looked around at the rocky outcroppings crowning the hill they had made their camp on. It was the only landmark like it for nearly a mile in any direction, surrounded on all sides by plains and thin shrubbery and topped with granite spikes that could provide excellent cover for their archers if needed.
Although the main Silgan camp was at the base of the hill, a few of Tratalis's hunters had stayed near its crown on Ardenz's request, due to their ability to see in the dark.
This place was like a natural fortress, Aretta thought while she threw Tannah's tent flap open and peeked inside, ushering Tannah and Balter in, then glancing around at the surrounding rush of bodies.
She turned to follow them and felt a hand on her arm. Aretta turned and saw Rauldur, a tallish red-haired man.
"Been looking for you," he said, "you were supposed to take your morning break twenty minutes ago, miss."
Aretta cringed a little. She hated being called "miss."
She felt her hunger rise up at the mention as if it could hear him and she knew she'd better eat something or she would be snacking in the saddle later.
