Blood Raven trembled as she stared at the corrupted sister’s quim. Seed from at least a dozen goat men and fallen ones covered the woman’s inner thighs and dripped in sticky rivulets towards the floor.

“Taste her,” Andariel cooed.

“N-no,” Blood Raven gasped as Imaen slid a finger deeper into her quim. She tried to rise from her hands and knees but Imaen pushed her down gently and stroked her sweaty back.

“Taste her,” Imaen said. “Or do you want this to continue?” she said as she began to lightly rub Blood Raven’s clit with one finger.

“Stop this,” the rogue whimpered. Her body ached, but not with the painful ache of abuse and torture. Her body ached with pleasure and a growing hunger for more.

“Then taste her,” Imaen whispered. “If you do, we’ll let you rest for a while, maybe even let you wash yourself. Just a taste.”

Blood Raven shook in revulsion as she bent her head to the woman’s quim and extended her tongue. She grimaced at the first bitter taste of the monster’s seed and gasped when Imaen forced her head down. “More than that,” the corrupted rogue said in her ear. “Make her come and you can rest.”

Hesitantly, Blood Raven began to lick at the woman’s quim, using all the old tricks she had learned over the years. Her tongue laved the woman in long slow licks as she tried not to retch from the foul taste filling her mouth. She shuddered again when she realized that she didn’t find the taste as revolting as when the first goat man had thrust his cock into her mouth.

Blood Raven cried out as a goat man knelt behind her and pushed his cock into her quim, sliding into her easily. She struggled briefly but soon knelt passively on the floor with her bottom in the air as she licked at the corrupted sister. Blood Raven moaned into the sister’s quim as the goat man began to slowly thrust into her, his cock swelling as he caressed her waist and hips. She moaned again as Imaen softly kissed her back and shoulder blades, lavishing attention on her body as the corrupted sister spread her legs further and pushed Blood Raven’s head deeper into her quim. The last spark of resistance within Blood Raven sputtered and died as she felt herself come as she eagerly lapped up the juices seeping from the corrupted sister’s quim.
 

Elaea stared up through the darkness at the roof of the tent she shared with Shala. It was one of the better tents in the Rogue camp, warm and dry even in the fierce thunderstorm that had brewed out of the west. Rain fell in rattling sheets onto the tent, a soothing sound occasionally underscored by the sound of thunder far away to the south.

The amazon shifted in her bed, a large cot on the left hand side of the tent, and looked over towards Shala’s empty cot. The sorceress had left earlier in the night for a walk, saying that she needed the air before the storm started. But she hadn’t returned yet and it had nearly been a half hour-

Elaea sat up, her hand going to the sword resting by her bed when someone pushed open the tent flap and stumbled in. “Shala? What happened? You look like you went swimming,” Elaea said with a sigh of relief as the sorceress flopped down on the other cot, her soaked clothes dripping water and clinging to the sorceress’s body.

“It started raining and I tried to run back but I wasn’t fast enough,” Shala sobbed as she wrung out her long, dark hair. “And now my cot is wet,” she sobbed as she slid off her cot and sank to the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Elaea said as she slid her long, tanned legs out from under the blankets and knelt by the sorceress. She tried to keep from looking at the way Shala’s already flimsy clothes were rendered transparent by the chill rain. The amazon looked away and bit her lower lip when she saw the way that Shala’s nipples stood out from her large and exquisitely shaped breasts, stiff from the cold.

“I can’t do this,” Shala moaned as she wrapped her arms around herself and lowered her head. “I’m not an adventurer.”

“What do you mean?” Elaea asked as she leaned closer to Shala. “Aren’t you one of the Zann Esu?”

“Yes, but I didn’t want to be,” Shala said despondently. “I wanted to be a dancer.”

“Really?”

“Yes! I was really good, but then the Zann Esu showed up and said I had the potential to become a sorceress.”

“Most would consider it an honor to be chosen by the Zann Esu.”

“But I didn’t want to be one! Now I’m here in this freezing land and I don’t know if I’m even going to live another day once we go after Andariel.”

“Shhh,” Elaea said as she pulled a fresh blanket from a chest and wrapped it around Shala’s shoulders. “Let’s get you dried off and warm, things whill seem better then.” The sorceress showed no signs of resisting as Elaea carefully peeled off Shala’s flimsy garments and hung them over a chair back to dry. “Would you like to sleep in my bed?” Elaea asked softly as Shala wrapped the blanket tighter around herself. “It’s still warm.”

“If-if you don’t mind,” Shala said gratefully as she shivered.

“Not at all,” Elaea said as she helped the sorceress into bed and laid down beside her.

“What are you doing?” Shala asked nervously as Elaea took the blanket she was wrapped in and set it to the side, leaving the sorceress naked.

“Can’t have a wet blanket in here with us, can we?” Elaea said calmly as she moved closer to the sorceress, trapping the younger woman between the side of the tent and herself.

“I guess not,” Shala said and then gasped at the touch of Elaea’s hand on her thigh. “What are you doing?”

“Just getting you warm,” Elaea said as she pulled the soft cotton tunic she wore to bed over her head and let it drop to the floor. Shala’s eyes flicked nervously over Elaea’s athletic body, from her medium sized and firm breasts to her smooth stomach.

Shala gasped again as Elaea moved closer to her, the amazon’s hands sliding up Shala’s body to caress her hips and stomach. The sorceress moaned and feebly tried to push Elaea’s hands away. Shala looked up at Elaea with a nervous expression on her sweet face as the amazon leaned over her and pressed her wrists to the bed beside her head. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you,” Elaea said softly as she leaned down, her breasts pressing against Shala’s.

Elaea brought her lips to Shala’s and kissed the young woman fiercely, nipping at Shala’s lower lip before trailing kisses over the curve of the woman’s jaw and up her cheek to lick at her ear. The amazon gently ran her tongue over the curve of Shala’s ear, grinning at the sorceress’s panting gasps of pleasure, and tugged at Shala’s ear lobe before kissing her again.

Elaea paused for a moment and sat up, straddling Shala, to drink in the sight below her. Shala’s large breasts rose and fell rapidly as the woman gasped for breath, her nipples still hard but from something other than the cold. Elaea bent over Shala and began to lap at the woman’s breasts, licking and suckling at the sweet flesh while Shala moaned and writhed beneath her. Elaea let herself become lost in the passion of the moment as she mauled Shala’s breasts with her hands and mouth, licking and sucking, squeezing and pinching, all the while delighting in the way Shala’s exquisite body moved beneath her.

Shala cried out in pleasure as Elaea began to rub at her outer lips, one finger teasing her wet entrance. The sorceress looked up at Elaea’s shadowed face and closed her eyes as she waited for what the amazon would do next. Her mouth opened and she gasped for breath as Elaea drove two fingers deep into her quim, twisting them as she pumped them in and out of Shala. The sorceress bucked wildly as she clutched at Elaea’s shoulders and back, moaning as Elaea kissed her.

Elaea grinned again at Shala and pulled her fingers from the sorceress. Shala moaned in desperation as Elaea rose up and swung her leg over Shala’s head so that the amazon faced the sorceress’s legs. Elaea looked down and smiled at Shala before she lowered her own quim to the sorceress’s face, gasping in pleasure as the younger woman’s lips and tongue began to eagerly work over her quim. Elaea savored the moment for a while and then bent forward until her head was at Shala’s quim. She breathed along it, teasing the sorceress with light kisses and licks until the other woman reached down and tried to force her head downward. Elaea ground herself against Shala’s face and then lowered her own face to Shala’s dripping quim.

Shala’s cries were muffled as she furiously worked Elaea’s quim, her tongue lashing over the woman’s clit. The two woman’s moans filled the tent and competed with the distant thunder as they worked each other to the edge of climax. Shala came first, her hips bucking upward as her hands clutched at Elaea’s bottom. Her frenzied cries of release were all that was necessary to send Elaea over the edge as well. The amazon reared up, her hands braced on Shala’s hips, and rubbed herself over Shala’s eager lips, spreading her own juices over the sorceress’s face.

Elaea slowly stilled her motions and rolled off Shala, turning around to lie by the woman face to face. Elaea kissed Shala and licked her own juices from the sorceress’s flushed face, lingering to kiss Shala again. Content, the two women nestled deeper under the blankets as the storm continued to rage outside, warm and secure in each other’s arms.