Chapter Four: Barren Wastes of the Desert

As Sigurd starts increasing his pace, Lo moves her body with his, orgasming again and again. It's clear that she's almost at the end of her strength...she's trembling all over, but she wants to please him, wants him to feel as amazing as she does right now! Rising with him, quickening her pace, holding him with her legs, stroking him with trembling hands...when he speaks of protecting her to the last and Ashwyn agrees, unbidden tears start to fall. Everything he's given her, everything Ashwyn has given her...it's so much more than she'd ever dreamed! She can barely comprehend everything that has happened this night, but their connection is even greater than what she'd experienced even during their shared memories last night. And to protect, to connect with, to the end, even beyond if she can figure out how...she will do the same for them with a recklessness far beyond the limitations of her human body. They have to know that, right now, words or no words! Breath barely more than a pant, still crying out as Sigurd thrusts into her, she looks at her beloved companions with tear-filled eyes. "I will...OH! I will too...with AHH...! Everything!" Out of words, she reaches up and kisses Sigurd with all the words she can't say, all the emotions she can't express. Pulling back from him, she looks over at Ashwyn and kisses her with just as much passion, only made a little awkward from their position.

When Ashwyn asks about where to finish, Lo is confused at first...it's hard to think when her body is wracked with orgasms! ...but she figures it out eventually. Looking back up at Sigurd, she kisses him passionately, then pulls back with a scream as her body convulses around him again. Gasping for breath, she whispers to him, panting. "Ashwyn. Go to Ashwyn." Reaching out, she kisses Ashwyn passionately, tracing her body with a trembling hand.

Ashwyn giggled as Lopeina shuttered and convulsed. When she was pulled in to her lips and Sigurd was all but pushed away, Ashwyn didn't hesitate. She rolled over to cover Lo's body with her own, pressing her breasts against the young druids and deepened the passionate kiss.

She had never been interested in women before, and maybe it was something that had been awakened inside her thanks to Jacquelyn, but found herself extremely aroused feeling Lopiena's smaller and softer lips against her own. She ran her hands down Lo's body, tracing her ever curve, until she got to her legs. She forced Lo's legs apart and pushed her knees up around her rear. This position forced Lo's legs around her waist. The result meant that both women were spread open to Sigurd's gaze.

With the hand that pulled Lo's legs apart, Ash reached behind her and grabbed any part of Sigurd she could reach and pulled him towards her. She pushed herself up to a kneeling position and pulled him against her back. She turned her head towards him and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, still holding tight to Lopiena's leg around her. She pulled away from him and smiled before pulling him down with her till she was over Lo again before locking their lips together again.

Sigurd shivered at the sudden cold breeze against his wet member, before he could collect his thoughts he looked up and was in awe of the view he was presented with. He watched as Ashwyn rubbed against Lopiena kissing her deeply. But the position they were in was indicative of what his mate had planned.

When he was pulled forward, that cemented the plan in his mind. Planting his hands firmly on her hips he shuffled forward and buries his cock deep inside her. Where he was tender and loving with Lopiena, he now all feiry passion. Hammering into her like a man possessed he was taking all that pent up frustration out on his mate.

Sigurd was growling deeply, he could feel himself getting to his limit. Stopping abruptly he pulled himself from Ashwyn and thrusted himself into Lopiena again. He kept alternating between them huffing at each thrust.

Surprised when Ashwyn covers her...she'd expected Sigurd to go to Ashwyn and she'd just watch...Lo adjusts quickly, responding to Ashwyn's kiss with just as much passion. She'd been raised with women, it's not a stretch to feel their bodies together...but she'd certainly never felt this! Stroking Ashwyn's body, she marvels at her curves, her breasts...trailing her hands down her hips down to her rear while Ashwyn does the same...but then...! Getting repositioned is a surprise, especially with her legs spread to the cold night air! Adjusting quickly, she tries to wrap herself around Ashwyn's curves...she can almost wrap her legs completely around, but with the angle she simply rests her feet against Ashwyn's hips and lets her hold them. Responding to her kiss again, Lo gently rubs her still trembling hands across Ashwyn's' body. Her curves are amazing, her breasts are so soft!

Not really aware of Ashwyn pulling at Sigurd, she gasps when she feels his hands move along Ashwyn's hips and rams into her. His fiery passion is incredible to feel, and even though he's not inside her, she can feel Ashwyn move, feel her muscles tighten...and Lo is already so stirred that she doesn't even need to feel him inside her to shudder and moan with each thrust. Stroking Ashwyn's body faster, rubbing her skin, massaging her breasts, she kisses Ashwyn again when something changes and...OH! The instant Sigurd reenters her, her entire body convulses and she screams out, breaking her kiss. Feeling him like this while covered with Ashwyn's incredible body is more than she can comprehend! As Sigurd alternates between the two of them, Lo writhes beneath Ashwyn, screaming out and just holding on with her legs, shaking all over with more passion than she'd ever imagined was possible!

Feeling Sigurd slam inside her was exactly what Ashwyn had been hoping for, but it still made her gasp at the power behind his thrust. Lo's excitement only spured on her own arousal and Sigurd's powerful thrusts inside her had her moaning loudly in no time. She groaned when he pulled out of her, already missing the feeling of him inside her, but watching Lo's reaction to him kept her arousal peaked.

Every time he pushed back into her pushed her ever closer to yet another climax and every time he pulled out she cooled just enough to keep her from going over the edge. It was such amazing torture that eventually she was too distracted to do anything but moan. Her breath came in gasps and her whole body twitched in pleasure.

"S-Sigurd... p-please..." She gasped, begging him to finally push her over the edge. Lo was reduced to a puddle as well so she had a hunch she was feeling the same beautiful frustration.

Sigurd was at his limit! Each thrust was like heaven, the bite of the cold air then the sweet warmth of his lover's bodies, the symphony of pleasure echoing off the cave entrance. Screaming, moaning, the wet slapping of bodies coming together in bursts of passion. As Ashwyn begged he felt a tightness in his loins. Giving one final thrust into Lopiena he unleashed a jet of seed inside her, front his own warmth envelope him he pulls out and thrust into Ashwyn making sure she gets her share of the load, bucking his hips as he empties himself inside her.

After the final spasm, Sigurd wraps his arms around Ashwyn and playfully squeezes her breasts, inadvertently rubbing Lopiena's as well. He was overcome with such a sense of bliss that he just rest on top of them.

Feeling him shove back inside her for the final time made Ashwyn scream out in pleasure as she felt his heat begin to fill her. The combination of warmth and pressure FINALLY pushed her over the edge and she came crashing down, her body spasming again and again. If Sigurd hadn't been holding her she might have crushed Lo as all of her muscles twitched uncontrollably.

As her body began to relax, she slumped, falling to the side of Lopiena. Her arm was still draped across her chest and her legs were still entwined with the young druid, but her body lay mostly on the cold sand. It felt wonderful on her overly heated body. With Sigurd still inside her and his warmth still filling her she cooed happily and held his hands to her breasts in an attempt to keep him pressed tightly against her forever.

Gasping and trembling all over, Lo can't control her body any more and every touch just emphasizes the intensity of the pleasure she's feeling. When Sigurd enters her for the last time and she feels him warmth fill her, the intensity of everything they've done nearly overwhelms her...and when he does the same to Ashwyn, causing her to climax while still covering her body...feeling Ashwyn's body spasm and twitch around her takes her over the limit as well, especially when Sigurd's hands brush against her. Crying out, her body convulses again, and even as Ashwyn falls to one side she follows with her own body, curling up along Ashwyn's side as Sigurd covers both of them. Still overwhelmed with passion, she strokes both of them , following the curves of Ashwyn's body...rubbing Sigurd's muscles as he relaxes on top of them...she just wants to feel them, be near them. Pulling one arm from Ashwyn's embrace, she wraps herself around both of them, kissing whoever, whatever her lips can find. Feeling Sigurd's seed leaking out of her, Ashwyn twitching still, Sigurd relaxing...this connection is so much more than she'd ever imagined was possible.

As the triad lay twitching in their post coital glow, a slow clapping sound began to echo in the rocks around them. Jacqulyn was sitting at the cave entrance clapping her hands and grinning at them.

"Well, THAT was quite the show!" She complimented. "And here I thought my watch would be uneventful." She winked.

Despite everything that had happened, Ashwyn blushed. Being entwined with her lovers in the way she was there was really no way to cover her nakedness from prying eyes, so she didn't try. Not that Jacqulyn seemed bothered by it at all. Instead, she smirked. "Did we wake you?" She called.

Jacqulyn laughed. "Honey, you three woke the whole desert!" She teased. "Well... except for the gnome. He seems able to sleep through anything." She shrugged.

Ashwyn chuckled and glanced at Lo, looked over her shoulder at Sigurd and then kissed them both briefly before carefully trying to pull herself to a siting position. The movement forced Sigurd's softening member to fall out of her and she gasped at the feeling of his hot seed pouring out of her. She looked around but only saw Jacqulyn sitting there. "Where's Cirro and Cyna then?"

Jacqulyn chuckled. "Oh I don't think you're fairy boy could handle the sight. Pretty sure his whole body turned red when he saw you out here. He's back in the cave trying to recover. And Cyna well.... human mating tends to turn her stomach, poor thing." She smirked.

Blushing so red her heat seems to radiate into the sand, Lopiena groans softly. She'd known she was being loud, but she'd wanted to experience this uninhibited and had intentionally forgotten about the others. It had been so amazing, but knowing that they'd disturbed the others is soooo embarrassing. The thought of waking up Cirro was worse, he'll never touch her again. She felt terrible, but at the same time proud of what they'd done! This experience was so incredible, their connection greater than it had been even last night with their shared memories. You know what, forget it. Accept it, enjoy it, don't worry about it. Flush of embarrassment diminishing, Lo grins and kisses both of them again. "It was worth it. Thank you. Thank you both for the best night of my life." Closing her eyes, Lo relaxes in the sand.

Sigurd doesn't even twitch at Jacquelyn's voice, as their sweaty pile seemed to collapse and he was freed from deep within his mate. Sigurd rolled and nestled himself between them, wrapping his arms around them both and pulling them tight to him. "Sorry you missed out" he said with a wink. He wasn't the least bit concerned about waking the others tonight was special and I'd the others didn't like it, that was on them.

He just held his two lovers close to them, their heat alongside his in the cool sand, there were still a few more hours until morning, maybe it was best they went back inside and continues their rest there. That would be up to them his energy was drained and moving from their heap wasn't overly appealing.

Jacqulyn chuckled at Sigurd's words. "Oh I wouldn't say I missed out. The show was quite enjoyable." She winked playfully.

Ashwyn chuckled as Sigurd rolled between them and then pulled her close to his side. She curled up against him and lay her head against his chest. She also wrapped her legs around his leg, locking her body against him. As she came off of her sexual high the cold night air began to chill her body, so snuggling up to Sigurd helped warm her.

Jacqulyn watched them snuggle down into a comfortable position and chuckled. "Still a few hours before sunrise. Better get some sleep kids." She winked before reclining against the cave wall and watching the horizon.

"You don't have to tell me twice." Ashwyn said, her words being interrupted with a yawn as her eyes drifted closed." With the strenuous workout followed by such vigorous love making, she was completely wiped.

Flinching slightly at Jacquelyn's comments about the show, Lo wonders when everyone came out to see, what they saw...but no, it doesn't matter, don't worry about it. Calming her mind is harder than calming her body, but even so she's so tired everything slips away fairly quickly. Not much sleep last night, walking all day through the heat and sand, training with skilled warriors for hours while her body tried to keep up, and then everything they'd done together...her body just can't take anymore. Even the cold is barely enough to make her shiver, but as her body cools she tries to get under Ashwyn and Sigurd...someone just to stay warm. They don't have to worry about crushing her; small as she is she can fit between their bodies well enough, but being cold prevents sleep and boy does she need it!

Sigurd shifted into his hybrid form and picked up the two women under his arms before walking back towards the cave. He walked past Jacquelyn and smiled "have a good watch" he said softly. Walking into the cave he found a nice sleeping area and layed the three of them down on the rolled out bed rolls before shifting back and pulling them both close as he layed down and pulled a blanket over them. They trained together, loved together, now they were going to rest together. He gave them both a tender kiss on the forehead and cuddles into their bodies. "Rest well.... Long day tomorrow" his words were short as he was exhausted and he knew the three of them would sleep like rocks.

Ashwyn was already starting to doze off when she felt Sigurd's flesh turn to fur. Before she could really enjoy snuggling into him she was lifted from the ground which made her giggle as she was pulled under his arm as he reentered the cave.

Jacqulyn waved them off as they passed and continued to watch their surroundings.

Cirro was sitting in the corner, knees tucked to his chest and a book propped against them. His face was red and he seemed to be very focused on the book... well, actually he seemed to be trying to be very focused on the book. Trying a little too hard. He jumped a bit when Sigurd walked in carrying the girls.

Ashwyn took note of Cirro's position, as she always did when entering a room, but didn't pay him any bother past that. As Sigurd lay back down with them and pulled a blanket over them she curled back into his body, warm now with the dying fire and the blanket covering her chilled skin. She smiled as Sigurd kissed her forehead and she returned the gesture by kissing his chest. "Mmm, goodnight." She said sleepily as she dozed into her mate's tucked arm.

Cirro blushed a deeper red realizing that the three of them were still quite naked and, out of respect, he turned away from them and tried again to read his book. He couldn't hide the bright red of his ears as he read and re-read the same three lines of the page for the millionth time....

Feeling Sigurd turn to fur against her skin, Lo smiles. Perfect way to get warm! But when he picks her up and heads to the cave, she moans softly. No...not where Cirro is, she can't face him yet! She's still not quite able to form words though, so her moan just sounds like the moan of a lover not wanting to be moved. Too late now, they're inside, and Cirro is still up...

Seeing Cirro clearly still blushing and trying to read a book only emphasizes how terrible Lo feels for him. As amazing as her night with Sigurd and Ashwyn was, as amazing as it would be to rest with them, she just can't leave him hanging like that. Slowly rousing...very slowly, her entire body is sore not just her legs...slowly getting up, she fetches her blanket and wraps it around herself. He's made it clear that nudity makes him uncomfortable, so she covers everything and kneels on the ground about 5 feet from him, head down. "I'm sorry." Sorry for what, she can't specify...she's certainly not sorry for the best night of her life, but she feels bad for him. Maybe because he wasn't part of it...maybe because she was his first, and he felt personally affronted when she went to Sigurd. Whatever the reason, she wants him to know it's not personal, but doesn't have the words to explain it.

Cirro jumped slightly when Lo approached him. He hadn't expected that. He tried to hide his blush but... well, that was impossible. He smiled, trying to hide his uneasiness. He was about to greet her when she spoke. He sputtered slightly.

"I... uh... what?" He shook his head, trying to clear his head. He finally lowered his legs and put the book down. He could play dumb but what was the point? "You have nothing to be sorry for. If anything..." he sighed. "I should be the one to apologize. I'm just not..." He glanced over to Sigurd and Ashwyn curled together. "...accustomed to all of the.... closeness." He said finally finding the words. He looked back at Lopiena. "Fairies are far from prudes, in general, but once we pick a life partner it's... resolute. And private. Very private. Even those that sleep around with many partners it's not something that's discussed and it's always behind closed doors. I just..." He blushed again.

"I'm sorry. I have no reason to be bothered by any of this. I intruded upon your group. I didn't realized that you were with.... with them." He said, indicating the sleeping couple. "You must be tired. You should get some sleep." He said with a smile, though the smile didn't reach his eyes but he was trying to hide it.

Hearing Cirro talk about life partners and privacy only makes Lopiena feel worse. Gods, he must think she's such a slut. Closing her eyes and blushing, her mind starts echoing the insults she'd heard her entire life. Daughter of a whore...following her mother's footsteps...old enough to partake of the goods...bastard child only good for one thing...Lo tries to banish the words, but they stung then and thinking about it makes it sting again.
"I'm....humans are usually like that too, but I..." Wrecked. Best night of her life, and now she just feels horrible. Not wanting to show her face, she turns and exits the cave as quickly as her exhausted body will let her. Passing Jacquelyn by the entrance, she fake smiles and keeps walking behind the cave...further away, need some privacy...finally collapsing with a few large rock formations between her and the cave, she wraps her head in her blanket and cries as softly as she can.

Cirro could see that Lo was taking his words in a way he absolutely hadn't intended. What did he say?? When she stood to leave and jumped up after her. "Wait, Lopiena! I didn't mean... wait!" He said, stumbling over himself as he tried to pursue her.

When she passed Jacqulyn, the older woman saw through the smile instantly and she frowned. What could have happened? She was so happy a moment ago. Then Cirro ran past begging for her forgiveness. Oh no. The older woman jumped up and grabbed the fairy boy by his colar.

"Hold up there, kid. Why don't you take a load off and finish my watch. I'll get her." She said and plopped Cirro down by the entrance.

Cirro looked after her helplessly but then slumped against the cave. He never had been good at talking to women....

Jacqulyn followed Lopiena around the cave and found her crying softly into the blanket. She sighed and walked over to her. She plopped herself into the sand next to her.

"So.... for someone with no romantic experience you seem to be doing pretty well for yourself. You sound like your mother." She smirked looking down at her, hoping to cheer her up.

Lo doesn't even look up, she keeps sobbing into her blanket. "Jacquelyn...I'm a horrible person..." It wasn't like they were close, she barely knew him...but having been alone her entire life, she knows what it's like to want to be with someone who doesn't reciprocate, or worse doesn't care. Should have woken him up...or just stayed alone...but no, Sigurd and Ashwyn mean so much to her, sharing her body was just a natural step! No regrets there. But Cirro is so innocent, and she'd hurt him.

Thinking about everything, some part of her brain registers Jacquelyn's words. Wiping her eyes, she tries to look up. "What do you mean, 'sound like my mother?'"

Listening to Jacquelyn talk...she'd always wondered who her father was, and after the ceremony last night she just figured it must have been some random person from one of those...Lopiena blinks her tears away and tries to regain some composure. To know that her father was actually someone who had a real relationship with her mother is remarkable! And he wasn't the only one? Hearing it described that way, 'full of love'...yeah, the folks in Sylva definitely would have described it differently. It does explain a lot, though. Swallowing against her tears, Lo tries to say something. "I...so you think I'm like that? Just too much love? But...gods, I've been free for just a few days and slept with everyone here! ...except you and Zane...and poor Cirro doesn't know what to think!" Thinking about Cirro makes the tears rise up again. "How can I ever talk to him again? He must think I'm a slut...he tried to apologize for my actions, I need to make it right...but all I want to do is feel his arms around me, and Sigurd, and Ashwyn, and...gods! I'm horrible!" Crying again, she huddles in her blanket, calling herself horrible names without help from the villagers this time.

Sigurd had drifted off the moment his head hit the pillow but woke up at the absence of his secondary heat source. She hadn't been gone long but her scent wasn't even in the cave. He stared at the dying fire and followed the trail of his dripping fluids to a few feet from the fire, then the pattern was further spaced apart in the direction of outside, clearly she was moving fast. He made his way to the entrance of the cave only to see Cirro standing just inside and the sounds of her crying and Jacqulyn speaking softly.

"what did you do?" he said to Cirro, standing few feet behind him. His tone was evident that he was not impressed.

Ashwyn stirred when Sigurd stood up. She groaned, her eyes still closed, and sought out her mate with her hand. When she couldn't feel him, she opened her eyes and saw him gone. "Sigurd?" She asked, sitting up. Both he and Lopiena were gone. She listened for a moment and, though Zane's snoring was loud, she heard voices.

She stood, woozily, she was still tired after all. She wrapped the blanket around herself, mostly because of the chill of the night coming through the cave entrance, and followed the sounds of voices.

Cirro jumped a mile when he heard Sigurd's voice. He had been waiting nervously for the other two women to return and hadn't noticed the silent spellwolf behind him. "I... what? I didn't do anything! At least... I didn't mean to! I just... I was apologizing and... I don't know what I said!" He said, still in shock that anything he'd said had upset Lo at all.