The camp was really easy to set up. Despite Syra's misgivings, abandoning the large pavillion that was every knight's travelling home in that marshside village had been a good idea. These one-man tents (well... as Garret and Tina had proven, you could fit two in there quite well) were not only a hell of a lot easier to carry, but took a lot less time setting up and could even be hidden quite well. The pavillion would have to be put smack dab in the middle of a clearing - these tents were now side by side, packed close around a huge pine, and nearly invisible - to Syra's eyes, at least - until you got real close.
Syra kept watch while the others finished up the last tent - well, mostly Amelie, who had the easiest time crawling in under the low branches, finished the tent. Tina and Willow were going through the saddlebags and backpacks for the food and water - their guide's screaming demise had made them pack and leave the last place in somewhat of a hurry, and Syra expected them to actually be missing a few things, which she would need to talk sternly with the girls over. With her and Garret watching, they should have taken the time, even in a hurry, to make sure they had everything. Lissa had slipped into her tent the moment it was up, to finally get her soaked shirt off. Garret had taken a step back and was helping with the watch. Syra nodded once to herself. Her younger brother would be a fine knight after his time as a squire ended. Keeping his eye on the two girls who were most distracted right now - little Amelie on all fours with her head underneath the tent flap and her trouser-clad backside and legs sticking out from the branches, and Lissa half naked within her tent - was just what a knight should do.
Garret shifted just a bit so his erection wouldn't show quite so clearly against his now very, very tight trousers. He had hardly softened for the last three hours - the sight of that village girl's nude legs, ass and pussy would have been pretty much an immideate need to wank by itself. Add the terrified screaming she was making from inside the plant pod, and the two vines pumping furiously into said ass and pussy... oh, Tina had something coming, tonight! And if that hadn't been enough, Lissa had pretty much fallen head first into the little pond she was washing the pot in, and those amazing globes of the young barmaid slut had been so clearly outlined against the thin cloth, she might as well have gone topless... which she was, just now. Inside the tent, yes, but from this position he had gotten a quite amazing view as she stripped off the wet shirt. And then there was Amelie, of course.
Normally, Garret wouldn't have payed a thirteen-year old any attention (the smith's daughter didn't count. She was stacked and curvy and everybody agreed she could pass for fourteen, at least, and besides, she could nearly suck your balls out through your cock) - especially in comparison to the bounty he had around here - but there was something about the soft leather pants she wore and how that tight ass of hers was sticking up, practically begging for a cock to fill it. She was beginning to fill out, a bit, too, Garret mused, even if it was all a total waste. Well, if the village girl was anything to go by, Amelie was going to get all the cock she never wanted before whatever fucked her, ate her. The so-called maid in waiting was just as unnatural as his sister, was going to the smae end and good riddance... but maybe he could talk Syra into letting him... anoint... Amelie, too?
The memory of his sister's 'anointment' was nearly too much. The blonde squire's balls felt like they were about to explode, and he actually had to look down to make certain there wasn't a wet patch of precum forming on his pants. Luckily, the same dark color that made blood harder to spot on his clothes worked for other body fluids as well. Couldn't that black-haired little bitch get that little, tempting ass in gear? Finally, she slipped out beneath the branches, backing towards him with her ass held high, sending another dagerous twitch through Garret's stiff shaft. He purposefully shifted his gaze out into the marsh. The little twit had this amazing ability to notice when he was ogling the girls, and the disapproving glare had nearly gotten her beaten up by him more than once. He would be damned if she was going to notice him cheacking out her ass.
"All done, myLady"
Finally! He gave the old familiar scoff at anyone calling his sister a lady - knowing it agitated Amelie to no end. Syra apparently just thought it was brotherly affection, a shared joke. Just went to show how wrong that girl was wired. Women did not carry arms and weapons. That was a man's job. That was the simple way it was, and Garret would never understand how mythical female knights of yesteryear soehow allowed girls to think they could do a man's job. Girls were supposed to fill out dresses nicely, run the household and be ace in bed. That simple...
He had to admit his sister sure had a lady's figure, though.
Still two hours until nightfall. He was not going to go into the bushes and wank when Tina was going to take it splattered across or up in whatever part of her anatomy he felt like and like it in so short a time. As Syra nodded and gave some more orders he really couldn't be bothered to pay attention to - it wasn't like she was talking to him, anyway, he turned his attention to Tina and that stable waif, Willow. Now, the long.legged blonde did have her charms - a couple of his squire friends swore to long legs over tits - and she did have this appreciative habit of washing herself naked by the stables every morning, leading to the adopted orphan playing repeated roles in Garret's - and other's - fantasies as they jerked themselves off in the morning (or afternoon, or at night, or the middle of the day...), but given that he could see right down into Tina's inviting cleavage... He knew Tina hadn't come willingly - he had told Sir Wynnston that he would happily join his sister's doomed little expedition, if he made sure that slutty kitchen maid was one of the volunteers. She had actually seemed more terrified when they left than of this swamp - though she had screamed plenty when that wine had snared Willow and started dragging her off... and even more when that peasant bitch his sister had trusted as a guide went screaming into the hereafter.
Any way, Tina was apparently quite certain she could get out of this if she put that marvellous body to work pleasing him. She was totally wrong, of course... but what she didn't know, wouldn't harm her until it fucked and ate her, and there was no reason not to enjoy that 16-year old body to the fullest before some lucky monster or plant got a bellyful...
Syra gave a last, appreciative look over the camp and made one more round of the perimeter. This would work very nicely. They would be lucky if they could get this good spots more times... though maybe they should just stay here? Make sweeps during the day and return to this spot? Hell, if Tina kept up being so *loud* every time Garret did her, the rest of them could just hide and ambush whatever came to investigate the noises. While she would prefer to take her prize in a fair fight - if nothing else, to silence any questions some might have that she actually deserved her knighthood - nothing held any knight to the Knightly Code if they were facing things like ogres or trolls, who had no concept of honor, anyway... She shook her head. She really, really just should totally ignore what her brother and the kitchen maid were doing... but they usually went on it in the tent right next to her. She wasn't going to lecture her brother - at 16, boys were like that, and she hardly held peasant girls and kitchen maids to her own standards. It wasn't even that they kept her up at night... No, a true and proper virgin Knight should not get gasping wet by listening to her own brother jizz on a kitchen maid's breasts.
That was one part of her lady upbringing she had not thrown away. Syra would go to her wedding bed - or her grave - a true and proper virgin. Given the... escapades of some of her friends, this had been hard, but she had done it. It had helped when some of the younger nuns in the chapel had assured her that finding relief at her own hand was far, far more acceptable than falling... and it had helped even more when Alyss had suggested that there was no way a girl could lose her virginity proper to another girl. That felt quite a bit like a shameless exploitationof a loophole, but old priest Tamlyn had given her absolution as if for a slight an minor sin, even if he did ask her for very close details. Obviosuly there was a fine line to cross, but as long as he determined she hadn't crossed it, it was fine.
And then there was her anointment when she was finally allowed to go on this quest of hers... This actually bothered her most of all. She had no problems accepting the Father's words, and she accepted that as a woman in a man's position, she would need to take up in her some of a man's essence... And they had all been careful to keep her maidenhead intact... No, what bothered her was how much pleasure she had taken from it... and how she still felt the tingling between her legs... maybe she should invite Amelie to her tent tonight.
With a small shake, Syra forced herself to pay attention. They were relying on her and Garret to get them all out, and, by the Gods, so would she see to it. She could consider and confess to these carnal sins when she actuall got home. Now she had a job to do...
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