In the dead forest...

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It was almost night time. The light in the forest was beginning to fade and tricks of the eye were becoming more frequent. Some of the party members were starting to feel weary from their travels.
"I believe we should rest for the night" called Jolinar; a tall, beautiful woman who wore assassins clothing and had a kind face. She was the sort of woman who could talk someone into anything just by a wink of the eye and a smile.
Her husband Leonidas sat and started a fire, whilst the two remaining party members, Brigit and Alexia set down sleeping sheets.
They ate and lay down to sleep, and before the sun had completely dissapeared, everyone except Brigit was asleep.
She sat by the stump of a dead tree, with her sheet draped around her, listening for any sign of disturbance in the forest; lest they are attacked by monsters in the night.
The fire crackled weakly and seemed to want to die. Nothing in this dead place lived for long.
Suddenly a light crunch behind her disturbed her thoughts, and she stood up to see a young woman, clad simply in chainmail and a tabard. Her face was hidden by a metal mask, similar to a masquerade mask in shape and decoration and tied to her face. The girl spoke.
"come with me..."
Nothing Brigit could do could stop her, her body began to move of its own accord.
Dropping her weapon onto her bedsheet, she began moving forwards towards this strange girl, following her until they arrived at the most curious of places.
The tree's had apeared to have grown into a hollow room, some sort of shelter. Standing underneath, Brigit looked up. It had a concave roof and no lights were shining from it, but there seemed to be an eerie glow about this place. The kind that fireflies emitted from their ends.
The girl stood there, staring at brigit with an unbreakable gaze. She seemed to be taking in every feature, the curve of her hips. The paleness of her skin and the darkness of her hair. The scar that ran from forehead to chin on her right cheek.
She seemed to stand there for a minute before walking forward, and looking Brigit in the eye, began to remove Brigit's clothes.
First came off the ringmail, then the green woolen dress, then her leggings and boots, until she stood there in the centre of this lit room, naked. The girl also began to take off her clothes. Taking off her tabard, and the chainmail, until the only piece of clothing she wore was the mask.
She pushed Brigit down, and she felt her self control regain itself, but this girl was beautiful. She had never seen such beauty in her life before. Her skin was flawless and hairless. Swollen breasts that seemed to have never been touched begged for her embrace. Pink, tender nipples that reached out to be fondled were so tempting. She could feel herself getting wet, and she could see from the girl standing above her that the girls pussy was even wetter. She felt a splatter on her stomach, and reached her limit. She stood up and pushed the girl down to the ground herself, falling softly atop her and sealing the drop with a passionate kiss. The girl responded, fighting back with her tongue. The wet, hot moisture in their mouths mingled until they parted, steam rising from their mouths.
Brigit moved down to her breasts and whilst manipulating one with her right hand, took the tip of the other into her mouth, flicking her nipple with her hot tongue. The girl gasped and threw her head back, sounding her enjoyment.
The girl moved her hands down on Brigits body whilst she was doing this and started to finger her. Brigit moaned and released her breast, moving so that her end was towards the girls face. The girls legs raised her hips and brigit began to lick her clit, the girl continued fingering Brigit, putting four fingers inside her and pushing deep. Brigit yelled out in pleasure, and continued by sucking on her clit and sticking her tongue deep into her vagina, drinking her juices. She then pushed in a finger, and watched the girl squirm as she sat atop her. she pushed in two fingers, the girl screamed in delight, thrashing harder. Deciding to bypass three, she pushed in four. This girls pussy was so wet, it slid in with no problems. She quickened the rythm making her come all over her hand but she continued as the girl orgasmed and continued to squirt . Finally she removed her hand and licked it clean of any juices.
The girl looked at her and said firmly, "more.."
they locked hips, and began to grind slowly, their cunts rubbing slowly against each other and their milk mingling together. The girl sped up and held Brigit's leg up tight so she couldn't move. Brigit orgasmed and lay there energy sapped whilst the girl continued humping her crotch.
Suddenly, she stopped, stood up and started to dress brigit.
Walking her back to the campfire, she lay her down and put her weapon back in her hand.
A weapon covered in blood.
Just as she went off to sleep she blurrily saw the girl take off her mask, and dissapear...
That night, all of Brigit's dreams were of that girl, and they were the best dreams she had ever had.



[the end]