Amelie could have kicked herself as she hunched outside the low tent. The low gasps and moans her Lady probably believed nobody could hear - and in all likelyhood, nobody else in camp heard it over Garret's coarse grunting and Tina's load moans - stopped immideately, and there was the soft, soft sounds of someone sliding deeper into a pile of pelts. She knew Syra was mixed up about her sexual stirrings, so why did she have to go and bother her? The black-haired girl knew Syra enjoyed the sex - she had spent more than one night next door to Syra and Alyss or one of the others, one ear glued to the gap by the door or both eyes glued to the sight, if she was in her cot and Syra's bed was the scene of the crime, devouring every gasp of pleasure and every detail she could see, her own fingers working furiously to see if one more climax could keep her from walking in and just joining them. It was just... If it had been Willow scratching on Syra's tent, Amelie would have bet even money that the two blondes would be chasing each other to gasping climaxes before Tina finished gasping and the last jet of spunk came to rest on her heaving breasts...
Amelie nearly doubled over - and did whimper aloud - as the images from that thought really took hold and her loins started burning. Oh, she didn't need that. Especially since her hero, mentor and favorite, all time fantasy had this insane idea that making a move on her pretty-much-openly-begging-for-it squire - a squire who had lusted after said blonde, tight-bodied, fit knight for a year at least - would be taking advantage of her position and her squire's youth and naivetie. Amelie supposed these hang-ups were part of what endeared Syra so to her - that asshole Garret certainly would never even consider such a thought, or may indeed find the sex that much better if it meant he was taking advantage of someone - but Lord, was it frustrating right now! She had thought it would finally happen, yesterday, but...
No one else noticed anything, of course. Tina and Garret probably wouldn't have noticed if the tree was on fire. As for Willow and Lissa, well, they were both clearly doing the same thing as Syra had been before Amelie had to crawl over and interrupt her, Willow especially making no effort to hide what she was doing, and Amelie no longer had to imagine what the skinny, long-legged strawberry blonde sounded like when she came. That would, of course, easily explain by itself why she felt wet almost to her knees crawling out of her tent, but... the glimpse she had caught between the flaps of Lissa's tent had not helped. Not at all. While quite more subdued than willow, the auburn-haired, freckled barmaid had a look on her face, clearly visible in the pale starlight filtering through the branches to Amelie's fine night-sight, that suggested a... rather intense. Add the quivering, jiggling silhouettes of those amazing breasts of her, and, well, Amelie dearly, dearly wanted to do exactly like they did.
Actually, she wanted to crawl into one of their tents... or, Gods, get them all into hers! - and spend the rest of the night using her own tongue and fingers to make sure they made those noises and those faces. Tits wasn't the first thing that hooked her on a girl, but finding out how a set like Lissa's would feel under her hands, how they would yield, move, how she would moan... And she had quietly lusted after Tina ever since she realized what those funny, tingly feelings in her stomach (and lower) were and how they came around. Not that Tina had shown any interest back, of course - and even if she had liked girls, she probably would set her sights a lot higher than a skinny thirteen-year-old. Now, from what she knew about Tina, the kitchen girl might just have discovered she was really turned on by skinny thirteen-year-old girls when said girl was a Knight's squire. She had certainly latched onto Garret like an extra arm. The girl had been ashen-faced as they left, taking more than one look at the nooses dangling from Gallow's Tower, as if actually wondering. Tina had a way of having jewelry or small items quite above her means and station... maybe she finally flaunted it a bit too much.
Amelie knew perfectly well that Tina had a less than lively faith in her Lady, which really would have made her angry, if it hadn't been for knowing that pretty much the entire castle was expecting the lot of them to go screaming into the belly of some creature or other - if their teenage bodies handled the obligatory slamfuck that would proceed the meal, of course. Syra either put on an extremely good face, or she honestly believed everybody wished them well. Why Garret was here she just couldn't understand - you would think speculating loudly about just what would eat and fuck alongside one of her best friends before, during and after fucking said friend *quite* thoroughly would be enough without needing to be here to *see* it. And what he did when they... anointed.... her...
A black ball of anger was about to finally overpower the thirteen-year-olds horiness, but then Syra's voice hit her, not like a blow to the face, but a finger slipping in through her thighs. The quite obvious raw sexual need badly hidden in it almost actually made Amelie kick herself, but it was a bigger mystery for her how she kept from slipping her nightshirt over her head and slipping into her idol's tent nude...
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