Chapter 9 – Spectator ❤️
“Uuhn~..”
The sound had been repeating for some time now, and it drew Gwendolyn from her rest. The moment her senses came to her, she knew what was going on. Really, again? She hadn’t had many male traveling companions. How often do they need to even do that? She heard a repetitive, wet, slick sound mixed with Tess’ little moans and whimpers.
Well, if Tess wasn’t going to keep watch, Gwen might as well. She didn’t want to interrupt Tess’ moment of fun, of course, so she rolled over in her sleeping sack. For a time, she kept her eyes closed, and could hear the slick sound stop, and Tess’ whimpers broke down into panting breaths. Gwen kept her eyes closed and did her best sleeping impression.
It was something that she was particularly skilled at. Growing up in the Mirabenise household meant following some strict rules and becoming really good at breaking them. Evading bedtime was a basic skill for any royal delinquent.
After a time, Gwendolyn opened her eyes, but the sight in front of her was nothing that she could’ve expected.
Tess was there, leaning back, legs splayed. Her face was a mask of pleasure; hips and thighs quivering with unabated excitement. The surprising element was the white-haired, horned woman with a small hand embracing Tess’ cock, giving it swift, firm pumps from mid-length to tip. The whole shaft was coated in something shiny and slick.
Gwendolyn scrambled for her sword, causing Tess and the beast to gasp simultaneously. Broken steel drawn, Gwen spun around to face the threat.
“Gwen!” Tess blurted, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you!”
The demon looked surprised and remarked to Tess, “Oh, she’s hot.” It dawned on Gwendolyn that she was sleeping naked in her sleep sack, and now stood fully exposed. It was not the primary thought in her mind, though.
“What is that?!” Gwen snapped, pointing the end of her blade in the horned one’s direction. Both it and Tess looked dumbfounded.
Tess’ eyes were wide when she asked, “You can see her?”
“What the fuck is she, Tess?!”
“Oh my,” Miri said, floating up into the air and crossing her arms underneath her barely-covered breasts, “This is getting interesting.”
Tess held up a hand for Gwen to pause, “Just calm down, I can explain.”
“You knew about this and said nothing?” Gwen asked, lips parted in surprise.
Tess held up her hands helplessly, “I didn’t think you could see her. She’s been with us the whole time, but you haven’t said anything. I thought you’d think I was crazy.”
“She has certainly not been here the whole time,” Gwen insisted.
“She has,” Tess replied, “I promise you, Gwen. Her name is Miri.” She scrambled for answers, looking around, “Maybe it’s to do with nighttime.”
Miri’s mouth makes a circular shape, “I wonder if it’s to do with sex.” The demon lets out a giggle, “Tess’ horny cock makes me visible to others.”
Both of the other girls turned to look at her with puzzled expressions.
“Just a guess.” Miri shrugged.
“Gwen?” Tess asked.
Gwendolyn looked at her, and Tess gestured downward. Following her hands, Gwendolyn observed the hard length jutting up between Tess’ legs. A slick liquid dribbled from the tip, running down the underside and over that tight sack that held those two hefty orbs. It throbbed. For the first time, Gwen was noticing just how pretty it looked. It was big and thick, yes, and masculine in that sense, but it was smooth and hairless, a pleasant, warm color, not an angry red or purple. It almost looked feminine, in a sense.
“I think she likes it,” Miri hummed.
Gwen snapped toward Miri’s direction, “You don’t know anything.”
Tess pleaded, “Gwen, can I finish what we started? Please?”
“Yes, but..” Gwen paused. Her head was full of thoughts, a braided rope of ideas that couldn’t be untangled enough to focus on any particular one.
Miri quipped with a little giggle, “Maybe she wants to take over where I left off.”
Gwendolyn’s eyes shot daggers at Miri, but she couldn’t find the heart to outright deny it. She came up with something just as good: an alternative. “I just need to make sure she’s not going to kill you,” Gwen insisted.
“That’s okay,” Tess replied hastily, “That’s okay, I don’t mind. Miri?” The poor woman looked desperate, her gaze toward the demoness conveying desperation.
“Well,” Miri hummed, floating down toward Tess and positioning herself just in front of that 10-inch pillar of girlcock, “Don’t mind if I do.” She brings her hand back to Tess’ length and smooths it along her shaft and that swollen head, collecting all of that clear liquid and using it as lubricant to spread around and make her pumps slick, smooth and wet. “Let me know if you want to take over, milady,” Miri quipped toward Gwen.
“I’m not-..” Gwen managed to get out before she lost focus on her own words. Tess looked so happy, head rocked back, eyes closed, lip quivering. Miri was doing that. And on Miri’s end, Gwen wondered what it must feel like to have that big, powerful dick in her palm. To feel it throbbing. To feel it swelling as Tess grew closer to orgasm.
When Gwen raised her eyes to see Tess’ face again, she saw the woman looking right back at her. Or rather, at Gwen’s body. Suddenly Gwendolyn felt exposed, but she made no move to get dressed or to cover herself. Miri’s hand picked up pace, and from Gwen’s perspective, she was squeezing firmer the closer her hand grew to the tip. When Miri’s hand started pumping from the very base of that long shaft, the only comparison that Gwen could imagine was a proper milking.
Tess was still watching Gwen’s body, too. Why was she doing that?
“Gwen…” Tess murmured huskily.
Gwen’s voice caught in her throat, and Tess added, “Fuck-.. You’re gorgeous.”
“It’s Gwendolyn,” she managed to whisper, but there was no force or will behind the words. Was Tess thinking of her? “What are you doing?” Gwen gasped, just as weakly as before.
“I want to think of you,” Tess asked, “I want to think it’s you making me cum.” Miri let out a wicked laugh, sounding all sorts of amused.
“You..” Gwen paused. She adjusted her footing, looking down at the length of her naked body, exposed for Tess to see.
Tess only nodded, lip pinched between pearly teeth, breath coming in needy huffs.
“Whatever you need to do,” Gwen offered, turning a bit to the side and crossing her arms. What else was she supposed to do with them? She certainly wasn’t going to pose. Or should she?
As if given permission, Tess gave out a soft cry. Gwen could only describe it as beautiful and sweet. A gentle, erotic note extended to Gwen in appreciation. Gwen looked over at Tess as Miri’s hand went faster and faster.
“That’s it, that’s it-..” Miri encouraged, as a jet of cum shot from the end of Tess’ cock.
Gwen was mesmerized, watching rope after rope of white cum fire into the air a few feet before mingling with the melting snow beside the fire. Tess bucked her hips, whining, whimpering, and gasping as each spurt of cream came out.
Eventually it slowed down in intensity, but lasted for quite a while as it began coming out in creamy swells and pouring over Miri’s small hand. Tess was quivering by the end of it. Her eyes were lidded, her lips parted. She looked dizzy.
Gwen breathed a single word.
“Wow.”