Ann woke up with a bit of a headache. It wasn’t when she normally woke up and considered just falling asleep again. An aching loneliness settled over her, however, as she noticed she didn’t have Kat or Rosalyn snuggled up to her in some way or another. After the days of sandwiching Rosalyn between them, or one of them being the focus of the cuddles, it felt wrong to be sleeping alone again. Not to mention with clothes on.

Ann rolled her head away from the tent wall on her cot and spotted Rosalyn and Kat on their respective beds. Kat was still out, and Rosalyn was sleeping lightly. Seeing the sleeping women stirred her heart, and she quietly rolled out of bed. Her paws kept her quiet as she walked the short distance on the cold, hard earth over to Rosalyn.

She patted her lambchop’s head, stroking her fingers through those wooly locks. The druid stirred, scrunching her face as she was woken.

“Morning,” she groaned.

“Morning, sweetness,” Ann whispered back, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“Feeling ok?” Rosalyn asked, rubbing her eyes, but staying laying down.

“Kinda sore, bit of a headache, but better than I should,” Ann said. She was keeping her voice down. Not that it’d really bother Kat. Woman slept harder than any log Ann had met. Still, being able to keep the intimate feeling of a quiet morning was nice.

Rosalyn sat up, and she had shucked her clothes sometime during the night. She stretched pitch black arms and Ann took a moment to appreciate the way her curves moved. Another thing woke up at the sight as well, tenting her kilt way too obviously for the Druid not to notice.

“Hmm, already?” Rosalyn chuckled.

“Sorry, you’re just too sexy to resist,” Ann whispered, feeling her cheeks getting hot. It wasn’t that she was embarrassed. Just being so easily aroused may have hit some old repression somewhere in her.

“I… oh,” Rosalyn sputtered, apparently equally embarrassed. “Still, um, wow. Gods, it’s still so big every time I see it.” She gently slid Ann’s kilt back, drawing a hiss from the Chosen’s throat as the fabric dragged over her sensitive head. “And it fits perfectly every time.”

Ann watched as Rosalyn’s eyes focused on her cock, hand absently stroking the lower half. It wasn’t like Rosalyn wasn’t usually enamoured with the thing, but after Rowena, she was starting to think there might be more to it. Whether it was divine influence, or whatever, the sight of Rosalyn’s normally adorable face so consumed sparked her arousal.

“Lambchop, not now. There’re people,” Ann said, a weak attempt at a protest. “And we didn’t get our sound proofing.”

“I can be quiet,” Rosalyn murmured. “Can you?”

“I can try,” Ann whispered back. “You sure? The queen…”

“Not here, but I am, and you are, so shhh,” Rosalyn said, lunging forward to kiss Ann. The smaller woman took control almost instantly. She wasn’t strong enough to push Ann to the ground, but she dutifully followed her lover’s direction, sitting on the cold ground. Rosalyn’s tongue pushed bluntly past her lips as she deepened the kiss. Her hands ran up the sides of Ann’s head, caressing and massaging until they reached her ears.

Ann let out a stifled moan as Rosalyn tenderly rubbed those sensitive things. Gods, every time Kat had played with her ears, she just melted, and with how gentle Rosalyn was being? She was putty. Her normally submissive lover groaned as she felt the cock behind her slap between thighs, nestling against her butt.

“And you told me to be quiet,” Rosalyn whispered huskily as she pulled back for a breath.

“Didn’t expect you to,” Ann’s thought was cut off as Rosalyn kissed her again.

The Druid began to slowly rock her hips side to side. Each movement spread her cheeks slightly, allowing Ann’s length to settle in deeper and deeper between those pillowy mounds.

Gods, the feeling of her cock nestled in that crease was irresistible. Ann thrust and felt a slick warmth as she pulled back. Rosalyn moaned against her lips before taking her tongue and sucking on it greedily.

“Sweetheart, lambchop, I need you,” Ann whispered, feeling her cock surge at the words.

“Need you too. I need you in me, Ann,” Rosalyn moaned quietly, trying desperately to be quiet. She lifted her hips, then slid them back down. Her first try didn’t line upright, but her second had Ann sinking into that sweltering obsidian pussy she loved so much.

Ann let out a strangled whine as she clenched her teeth, feeling Rosalyn stop and adjust. Just because she stopped bouncing didn’t mean she stopped, though. Through all of this, she had kept her hips rocking side to side, and that alone was doing terrible things to Ann’s concentration.

A hand clasped over her lips just in time to stifle another gasp as Rosalyn sank further onto her cock. Ann looked down to see Rosalyn’s face, a mask of barely maintained concentration as she bottomed out, their hips meeting.

“Gods above,” Rosalyn whispered shakily. “I don’t think you adjusted that time.”

“Maybe a little?” Ann panted. “Couldn’t feel much besides you.”

“I… oh, oh wow,” Rosalyn whispered, her eyes going wide. “That’s, uh, wow. Ok, I’m gonna move now.”

She did, and Ann saw a moan coming. Quickly, she grabbed the Druid by the horns, not helping, and pulled her into her chest. Rosalyn’s mouth instinctively sought a nipple, and she latched on hard as she moaned.

Ann almost bit her tongue as she felt that moan vibrate through her nipple. Gods, she’d played plenty with her girlfriends’, but hadn’t put much attention on hers. They were much more sensitive than what she had in her old life. Rosalyn accidentally nipped one, and it sent a jolt through her, down into her cock, causing it to surge within her lover.

Desperately, Ann grabbed at a discarded blanket, rolled it up and shoved it between her teeth. She bit down hard and felt her sharp teeth poking through the fabric, but not cutting it.

Rosalyn bounced again, sending another moan through her tit. The Druid, bless her damn heart, started rolling the other nipple between her fingers, sending jolts and a constant stream of pleasure through Ann’s body.

“Cloff,” Ann moaned through the blanket.

Rosalyn just sped up, hips moving quick, but careful to not cause any louder claps that would draw attention. Gods, she really was being careful. With an ass like hers, it would have been so easy to do by accident.

Ann felt Rosalyn begin to tighten. She was so close. Rosalyn felt it too, since she nipped again at Ann’s nipple, pulling the other, and sank her pussy down as far as she could. Ann came in a flood of pleasure, cum filling her lover’s depths as she strained to get deeper.

A moment later Rosalyn was shaking on top of her, being filled by Ann’s seed, sending her over her own edge. Fuck, what she lacked in strength, she made up for in enthusiasm. The woman shook like a leaf as she kept herself glued to the base of Ann’s cock, keeping everything she could in. Inevitably, her pussy couldn’t hold any more and thick white seed leaked out to drip down over Ann’s pussy.

Ann groaned as she felt Rosalyn move, adjusting but tormenting her still sensitive cock.

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“Think I wouldn’t wake up fer this?” Kat purred. “My girls gettin’ all horny an’ not includin’ me? Told ye I might get a bit jealous.”

Ann couldn’t reply with the blanket still clenched in her teeth, but let out a muffled protest.

“Ah, nae, ye lay there. Just let me,” Kat said quietly. Slowly, she prised Rosalyn off Ann’s nipple, the Druid’s face lighting up as she recovered from her own orgasm.

“Kat? Oh, Kat,” she moaned as Kat leaned in to kiss her.

“I’m feelin’ like cream fer breakfast,” Kat whispered. “An’ a nice fillin’ sausage. D’ye know where I can find those, little lamb?”

“Oh, oh my,” Rosalyn started blushing.

“Hmm, I think I see both down there,” Kat said, leading Rosalyn along. “Get up.”

Rosalyn got off Ann’s cock, causing them both to hiss at the friction inflaming their already sensitive sexes. Kat deftly directed Rosalyn to scoot up, so she was hovering over Ann’s face, her hips lifted high, and dripping cum onto Ann’s stomach. Kat took her place behind Rosalyn, straddling Ann’s thick girth, grinding it against her slit.

“Now this is a royal breakfast,” Kat moaned. “Not gonna waste time, though. I’m hungry.” With that, she lifted Rosalyn’s hips and pulled the woman so she was wrapped around her head. At the same time, she slid her hips forward enough that Ann’s already completely soaked cock slid into her.

Kat groaned, and Ann felt her hips buck without her input. Gods, this woman was always her kryptonite. Those muscles, so tight, strangled her cock as she felt herself grow back to her usual length. The way Kat spread around her walls being forced back by her growing cock. Made Ann want to make the girl scream, but she couldn’t. Not with the lack of privacy.

“Fuck,” Ann moaned as Kat began to ride. As she did, the princess leaned forward and dragged her tongue slowly up Rosalyn’s slit. She paused, teasing the sensitive nub of the Druid’s clit, then latched on to her pussy and sucked hard.

Rosalyn squeaked and Ann watched as her eyes came unfocused as Kat dug into her creamy meal. She could almost hear the gulps as Kat sucked her seed from Rosalyn’s core.

“Good girl,” Ann whispered to Rosalyn. “Like being eaten out like a pastry? Feeling my cum getting sucked out of you?”

Rosalyn nodded weakly. She couldn’t see anything anymore, and just had enough strength to keep herself up.

“Oh, don’t deprive the princess, lambchop,” Ann continued. “She wanted a meal. You gonna be a good girl and give it to her?”

Rosalyn moaned, her hips starting to move against Kat’s face as Kat bounced harder on Ann’s cock.

“Fuck, babe, she fucks me harder the more you do that. Go on, be a good little plaything and fuck her face for me. I’ll give you plenty of love if you do.” Not like she wouldn’t anyway, but the words seemed to light a fire in Rosalyn.

Rosalyn groaned and crossed her ankles behind Kat’s head, pulling the princess in further. Kat responded by starting to slam her ass into Ann’s thighs, completely disregarding anything else. With her last coherent thoughts, Ann prayed no one was close.

Ann gasped and bucked. Fuck, Kat was really going for it. She needed to fill her lover, and she was going to make sure nothing got out. She reached down and pressed Kat’s hips to hers, grinding against her cervix in a way that would be painful to anyone else. Kat shook as she came, milking Ann harder and harder until she began to burst into that deepest place.

Fuck, Ann wanted to go further, get deeper into Kat, but that stupid anatomical impossibility stopped her. She bit back an exultant moan as Kat’s pussy gripped her harder, wringing every drop she had left out of her.

Finally, Kat relaxed and let go of Rosalyn. The sheep fell limply onto Ann’s chest. Ann had missed it in her own orgasm, but the woman had cum sometime while Kat was.

Kat didn’t get up, but laid forward on top of Rosalyn, making them a pile of sweaty, stinky sex in their tent.

“Gods, I hope no one heard that,” she panted.

“Me too. Don’t need more problems. At least we kept our voices down?” Ann said, taking deep breaths to try to steady herself.

“Don’t mean much if they could hear me arse,” Kat giggled. “We’re gonna have tae air the place out, too. Reeks in here.”

“I dunno. It smells great to me,” Rosalyn whispered dreamily.

“Me too, lambchop,” Ann chuckled, wiping a lock of white hair from her face and tucking it behind a horn. “Feel ok to move?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine once Kat gets off me,” Rosalyn nodded.

“Five more minutes?” the princess asked, wrapping them both in a tight hug.

Ann rolled her eyes but nodded. They stayed like that for a little longer, but were eventually forced to get up. The day was breaking, and they’d need to get ready for a busy one.

Kat pulled a drawstring, allowing a portion under the crest of the tent to fall free and get some air moving while Rosalyn pulled out their clothes. Ann used her claws to dig a small ditch and make sure no one could see the mess of cum they left on the ground.

Just as they were about to head out, a tapping came at the front flap of the tent.

“Decent?” Bren’s voice called.

“Aye, come in!” Kat called.

“Well, you certainly were better about the noise this time,” Bren said, ducking into the tent. He was followed by Lucia, the sullen Thrundol looking a hundred times better after a good night’s sleep. She made a face and wrinkled her nose.

“Not the smell,” she grunted.

“Sorry, did our best,” Ann shrugged. “So, feeling a little better?”

“Yes. Again, apologies,” Lucia said with a curt nod.

“We’ve been talking this morning,” Bren started, but was cut off by Rosalyn.

“When did that happen?” she almost yelled as she scrambled to grab Bren’s left arm. “These are… no, wait, this is like yesterday, isn’t it? Or last night, I guess. It was late. You made another pact? Oh, this one has words I can read. Something, something, no untoward actions, something, something swear this to Bryltia and ooooh Qu’Sella too? Parts of this are missing. Give me your arm!” Rosalyn made grabbing motions at Lucia who shrugged and held out her newly tattooed arm.

“Bren, the feck did ye do?” Kat asked, looking at him warily.

“Did you get to explaining the whole Life Debt thing to Ann?” Bren asked first.

“More or less, the important parts o’ how it gives ye control an’ a bond tae the Thrundol in question. Somethin’ unique tae their culture an’ Goddess,” Kat shrugged.

“Yes, well, I made a second oath. One to constrain my own actions, though they never would be taken, as a sign of good faith and assurance to Lucia,” Bren explained.

“Didn’t have to,” Lucia grumbled, twisting so Rosalyn could see the back of her arm.

“I felt like I did, so it is done. Besides that point, it also confirms something that I have theorised for a while now. Since the second Seed we defeated, at least. Remember how the note said that word about us is getting around? Then Orenous herself said that they’re all paying some level of attention.”

“Sorry, you spoke to her?” Lucia asked, eyes wide. She pulled her arm away from Rosalyn without thinking, who grabbed it back and kept reading.

“Yeah, and you might get to too!” Ann said with a little joking cheer. “I guess he’s filled you in on who I am?”

“Yes. Chosen of Orenous. An honour, Annita,” Lucia bowed her head, and accidentally pulled away from Rosalyn again, earning a scolding.

“Eh, not huge on the formalities for now. Might have to change that in public, but for now I’m just Ann, alright?” Ann shrugged.

“Ok,” was all Lucia said back.

“Back on track, yes, we knew the Gods were talking about us, but I wondered if they were paying closer attention. I am still not happy being tied to this Debt, so I felt the need to safeguard it. They were just words, but my heart was in them. Turns out, my theory was correct and the Gods are watching us closer than we believed. Well, besides when we are in a Seed. That would likely be the only place we cannot be seen by them.”

“Orenous if ye’re watchin, at least join in if we’re gettin’ busy. No one likes a peeper,” Kat grumbled at the ceiling of the tent.

“Anyway,” Ann said, changing the subject quickly as Lucia sniffed. “You sure it’s all right? Didn’t make any promises you can’t keep?”

“Yes, I am quite sure,” Bren confirmed. “Just promising not to order Lucia to do anything she would not want to or anything untoward.”

“Oh? But what if she wants to do something untoward?” Ann teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

Bren, to her glee, turned a bright red, and Lucia huffed in dismissal. “I swore. As long as we are bound, I swore.”

“Uh-huh,” Ann hummed, unimpressed. She was going to have so much fun with this. “So, Lucia, I guess welcome to the party. Not really sure what we’re gonna be doing today, but it’s always something interesting.”

“Can imagine,” the Thrundol chuckled. “Need to know. Who is leader?”

“Eh, kinda falls tae me in fights,” Kat shrugged. “Ann an’ Bren take lead whenever it’s somethin’ social.”

“Understood,” Lucia nodded. “Will let you know if I have input.”

“Soooo,” Ann said, standing up. “Wanna join us for breakfast? I’m starving and didn’t get any pastries this morning.”

“Pastries?” Lucia asked, casting her eyes around the tent. “I did not smell any…” her eyes narrowed and her cheeks turned a darker shade of green.

Yeah, this was going to be way too much fun, Ann thought.