"Hmm."
"Argh."
"Oh."
"Fuck."
Grunted monosyllabic expressions were the only interjections between the repeated noise of the bed creaking, skin slapping on skin and the gulping wet sound made by Katya's vagina as Vydahl's dick went in and out of it.
Laying on her side, Katya decided to not slap her husband's hand away from her tit for the third time tonight. Perhaps if she endured the groping his dwindling erection would have a fighting chance. Alas her hopes were in vain as the drunk elf eventually gave up, extricated the flaccid penis from his wife, rolled over to the other side of the bed and went to sleep.
Katya let out a prolonged sigh. She'd been dreading another bout of Vydahl's latest string of perfunctory fucks all night, but right now the elfling found herself wide awake and incredibly horny. Even one of her husband's middling performances would have been a welcome relief over having to take care of herself, but there he laid beside her, useless.
The first snore of the night made Katya want to scream in frustration, which he forced herself to do into the pillow, kicking the air with both legs. She got up before she could no longer control the urge to slap her husband across the head, put on a nightgown which stretched to its limits over her large pregnant belly, and walked so gingerly in front of the guest room as to not disturb its occupants that it would have made her hobbit ancestors proud.
She made her way to the backporch, the outdoors always made her feel better, only to discover that her visitors had eschewed the guest bed for the porch hammock. Inside the intricately laced hammock gifted by her mother-in-law, her best friend Thayssa rode Katya's milk-brother Pietro.
Enthralled, she watched Thayssa's back arch as she pushed off his chest, arms straight. Her ass fluttering as it slammed back into his thighs over and over. Beneath her, face hidden under the hammock, he bucked and jerked, as if trying to throw her off. With a smile on her face, Thayssa changed grips, sometimes holding on to his arms and shoulders, sometimes pushing off his chest, like a bullrider struggling to stay atop a particularly angry animal.
It was almost a funny scene, the sway of the hammock, Pietro's flailing legs, Thayssa's twirling auburn hair...but Katya wasn't laughing. Instead, she leaned into the doorframe and slid her hand below, rubbing herself over the nightgown. Slowly at first, absent-mindedly.
This was not the first time Katya watched her best friend being fucked, though usually she was somewhere nearby being fucked herself. But this was the first time she took the time to admire her.
The magical glowing orb that hovered over them bathed the couple in a faint, pale light casting shadows behind each curve of Thayssa's body, drawing the eye to the illuminated features. Like her small breasts, so firm that they barely moved even while their owner bounced wildly. Or her buttocks that contracted and expanded against Pietro's thighs without losing their perfectly round shape.
Katya closed her eyes, trying to listen in. They barely spoke save for Pietro's occasional pleading remark in a language she didn't recognise and Thayssa's crying out in the affirmative. In lieu of words the lovers showed their appreciation for their partner's efforts with long groans through clenched jaw in his case and loud, staccato giggle-laughs in hers.
The voyeur increased the pace of her rubbing to match the rhythm of the participants when suddenly the sounds of the hammock's chain creaking and of skin slapping against skin ceased. She opened her eyes see the Thayssa had stopped lifting herself up and down and now was leaning forward, shaking her ass front-to-back as fast as she could.
Remembering the time she taught her that move, Katya tried to laugh but was distracted by the sight of Pietro's hands. They were on Thayssa's lower back and the top of her arse holding on so tight his fingers left behind marks on her golden brown skin as they moved. He was moaning through a held breath now, he was close. She was closer.
Thayssa leaned back as she came and tried to say something but Pietro was not listening. He grabbed her and pulled her to his chest, embracing her waist with both arms. His back arched, his legs lifted them both off the hammock. And he fucked her. Hard.
Every muscle in his body was flexing and straining. His arms, his legs, his arse...as he hammered his dick deep inside the elven woman at his mercy over and over again. Katya hated when men did this sort of remorseless pounding to her but watching now from afar there was a strange beauty to the crudeness and violence of it all. The swing of his ballsack; his cock slick with her juices going in and out of her wet pussy; her helplessness; her yelping gasps. Were they of pain? Or pleasure?
Regardless, Katya had to grab a handful of her nightgown and shove it in her mouth as she furiously masturbated to the act playing out in front of her. She bended knees and propped herself against the door frame lest she fall over and finally achieved the orgasm she desperately needed, biting down on mouthful of silk to silence her scream.
She closed her eyes, unclenching her jaw, and caressed her own face with the tip of her fingernails. Slowly and softly, from her cheek to the tip of her pointy ear. Something she always enjoyed doing after cumming. When she opened them, Pietro was sitting up, his face buried between Thayssa's breasts. She was on his lap, head resting on his, looking right at Katya.
Neither said a word for a minute, nor broke eye contact. The pair of best friends just stared at each other, expressionless.
"Hey." Thayssa spoke first.
"Hi." Katya replied. Pietro looked over, he had a quizzical look on his face. The elfling let the awkwardness wash over for a second. "You two know you're the ones to wash the hammock later right?"
Ice broken, Thayssa rolled her eyes, Pietro smiled and laid back down.
"Katya, do you still have that fresh spring water? I'm parched." The elven woman said while holding her hair up in a bun with one hand and fanning herself with the other.
"Aye, I believe so. Come on in."
Thayssa climbed down and walked towards the door when Katya noticed a streak of white sliding down her leg.
"Uh-hm." She shook her head. "You're not dripping cum all over my floors. Go out there and clear yourself out."
Without bothering to argue, Thayssa scurried into the dark and squatted down behind a ribleaf shrub.
"What about you Grubling? You thirsty?"
The acolyte peeked above the linen and nodded, and Katya waved him over. He stepped down from the hammock without a hint of modesty, it wasn't the first time she'd seem him naked, Pietro had always been proud of his physique. He put on pants but ignored his white robes bunched up on the floor. Thayssa joined them as they walked inside, hastily putting on her dress.
They made their way into the kitchen, where Katya pulled a water bottle and some fruit from the zeer pot and poured three cups.
"Hmm..." Thayssa drank hers greedily and poured herself another cup. "The Twinning Springs are a bit too far for me, but I do love their water."
"Ha. They're not that far, you're just lazy!"
"Please. Then why do you only go when Vydahl takes you Miss Its-not-that-far?"
"Well...clearly because the trek in not that fun alone." The elfling said putting her hands on her hips. "And, and, and obviously I can't carry that much by myself."
Thayssa rolled her eyes at her friend and turned to face Pietro. He was leaning on a counter eating pieces of mango out of a clay bowl. She grabbed the last couple of bites and made a show out of eating it slowly, with a sly smile. When he tried to move past her to place the now empty bowl in the pile of dirty dishes across the room she stepped in his way, grinning.
All it took was for him leaning into her slightly to push out the elven woman. Next to him she weighed nearly nothing. Unfazed, she grabbed his other arm with both hands and placed it in her stomach, forcing him to hold on to her as he stretched over to dispose of the bowl.
Their teasing made Katya feel uncomfortably like an outsider again. She sipped her cup with arms crossed but eyes fixated on the two of them. Pietro wasn't particularly tall, at least not compared to the sun elves that made up the majority of men Katya had ever known. But Thayssa was short for a female elf, only half a foot taller than the elfling herself.
