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The sharpened point of her glaive was stabbed deep into the soft dirt of the Scarlet Forest. Its smooth haft felt gentle nestled between the cheeks of her rather large and shapely ass. Its smooth metal warmed by her body heat as she rubbed her tight hole against it. It nestled against her soft balls as she ground herself against it. Her soft moans echoed throughout the forest around her, though no one was around to hear them, as far as she knew. Slowly she worked herself against the glaive as she ground herself towards her first release. Each upward push pressed her tight asshole against the haft and sent her breasts heaving as she groaned at the feeling.
She leaned forward, one hand held high on the glaive to hold herself steady. Her other hand reached down between her legs below her leaking cock. She needed the stability as she spread her legs wider and leaned parallel to the ground. Her hole ached to be filled as she ground herself harder against her glaive. Each pressing grind made her mind fill with images of being ground against and filled. Her mind imagined the soft voice and warm wet lips of her handler moaning around her cock as the thick fingers of their smith pressed deep into her and ground against her prostate.
Desperately she moaned and cried in frustration as she ground herself faster and harder in an effort just to get off. Her crush on the other women of Avis Unit was agonizing. She so desperately wanted to be seen and felt by them, to share not just their tent but their bed as well. To be filled and bred by them. Raven couldn’t take it as her frustration built. Her hips ground faster and pushed harder against the lube slicked haft of her glaive as she sought her release. It was never enough. It could never be enough. She would be out here working herself for hours just to get off twice and she’d be hungry for more.
Alma would know. She’s watched it happen before. Close enough to watch, but never close enough to hear Raven’s soft moans and cries of her name and Gemma’s.
And never close enough to be caught.
That distance allowed Alma to hear Gemma before her hunter did.
“Hunter! Alma! You out here? It’s not safe to be alone in the forest like this!” Gemma’s voice echoed in the quiet of the forest. Far enough away from Raven that she couldn’t hear her. And Alma wanted to keep it that way as she hurried to stop Gemma from shouting again.
“Gemma! Hush!” Alma hissed as she grabbed Gemma’s shoulder. Her hand shooting up to cover her mouth. “You’re gonna get us in trouble!”
“O’via’s pwedy mmd awedy,” Gemma spoke from behind Alma’s palm.
“What?” Alma moved the hand that covered Gemma mouth down to the smith’s shoulder.
“I said ‘Olivia is pretty mad already’,” Gemma whispered as well. “She wants to know where The Hunter is.”
“Oh no, I don’t want Olivia to be mad at us.” Alma’s voice was worried before she shook her head. “But I didn’t mean with her.” Alma turned to look behind herself and back in the direction she had come from. “I meant with The Hunter. Come on.”
“What’s she doing out here?” Gemma kept her voice soft as she followed Alma when she turned and started quietly walking back where she had come from. “She out here training or something?”
“’Or something’ certainly.”
“What does that mean?”
“You’ll see.”
By the time Alma and Gemma arrived back to Alma’s viewing spot Raven had lowered herself more. Her legs bent with one hand pressed into the soft loamy soil as her hips ground her thoroughly lubricated hole against the haft of her glaive. Her small cock ached and throbbed with need as it leaked. Her moans had grown in volume, but Alma still couldn’t make out what names were being moaned.
She turned to look up at Gemma. The smith had her bottom lip between her teeth as her pupils dilated more as she drank in the sight of their hunter working herself into a lust addled frenzy. “The Hunter has come out here every night for the past week. I don’t know why or who she’s picturing. But she’s… really fun to watch.” Alma spoke softly, her thighs rubbed together for some semblance of pressure. She was distantly aware of how soaked through her small clothes were.
“Fuck, I’ll say. I’m harder than steel already, how long has she been out here?”
“An hour at least. She’ll be out here for at least another two hours roughly.”
“Three hours?! Why!?” Gemma’s startled shout was swill whispered but she couldn’t understand. Her attention snapped to Alma as her thoughts caught up with the reality of their situation. “Do you just watch the whole time?”
“I think it takes so long because it’s not what she wants and it makes her frustrated. Eventually she’ll turn around and rub her,” Alma swallowed, her mouth felt full of drool as she spoke, “her cock. She’ll rub her penis against it to get off while grunting in frustration.”
“And you just watch? I didn’t forget that you didn’t answer.”
“I… yes. I watch. It’s really hard to stop watching her when she hunts or works in other ways. But like this? I could watch her for hours and hours.”
“Oh I knew it! I knew you and The Hunter had something freaky going on!”
“Huh?! No I think you-”
“You’re a lucky woman, Alma! I’ve been trying to get her attention but if she already has something with you I’ll step back-”
“There’s nothing!” Alma’s startled shout cuts Gemma off. “There’s nothing between The Hunter and myself.”
“She doesn’t know we’re here, does she?”
“She does not. So please just be quiet and watch her with-” her thoughts are cut off as The Hunter’s glaive slams spear point first first into the tree next to them. The sudden noise and violence promised in the resounding slam startled them both.
Slowly the turned to where the glaive had been and see Raven far closer than she had been before. Her eyes sharp and face furious.
“The two of you better have a good reason for being out here. Unarmed. Alone.” Her words were sharp and her voice hard. Gemma’s eyes followed the curve of Raven's neck. She watched as a bead of sweat rolled down her collar bone and down past the stiff peak of one of Raven’s large breasts and the piercing within. Her eyes trailed down Raven’s toned stomach and down into the trimmed bush and at her throbbing and leaking cock. Her own cock throbbed hard held tightly in her pants.
“Hunter! We were just out here looking! For you! We were looking for-” Alma’s panicked explanation was cut off when Gemma spoke.
“We were watching you.”
“Huh?! Gemma! What she means is-”
“You? Were watching me? Like I’m some kind of show?!”
“No, Hunter! We wouldn’t do that to you-”
“Yeah, it was hotter than a furnace watching you rut like that. Hell, I’m practically tearing my pants at the seam with how hard I am.”
“Gemma!”
“What? The Hunter is hot as fuck and I’ve never seen her so hot and bothered before!” Gemma’s body turned back and forth as she poke, directing her thoughts at both of the other women. “Hell, I have half a mind to bend our hunter over against this tree and fuck her until we’re spent!” Gemma wasn’t oblivious to the confusion on Raven’s face as she spoke, but she took extreme notice of Raven’s cock as it throbbed at Gemma’s words. And she noticed the way Raven’s throat bobbed in a quiet swallow.
‘Listen. I don’t really care what you were doing. You both need to go back to camp and-”
“Bend you over in the tent? Make you scream our names where everyone can hear us take our time using you?” Raven’s soft whimper was barely audible as she drank in Gemma’s words. “Because I’m not going to act like I can’t see exactly how much you like that idea. And I know I really like it too. Or I can take it if you want to top instead.”
“No!” Raven coughed to try and cover her startled shout. “No. There’s no need for that, we can just ignore-”
“Do you just want to bottom then? Alma can ride your face while I pump you full if you’d like,” Gemma’s voice was smug while she spoke. Her eyes crinkled with mischievous glee. “I certainly wouldn’t mind watching her grind down on you while I pump you full of kids.”
The Hunter’s responding moan was as loud as a gunshot in the surrounding silence. None of the women could claim to ignore that, or the way her cock throbbed or the way pre-cum poured from her like a low pressure faucet. Her face was flush with embarrassment with how desperately she wanted that. “Please.” She whispered. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“Hunter,”Alma’s voice was soft as she spoke, “We’re not making fun of you, look.” Alma placed her hand on Raven’s cheek as she stepped closer. Slowly she tilted Raven’s head so she could see Gemma throbbing length pushing against her pants. “Gemma means all of that when she says it. But please be honest with us. Do you want us too?”
“Yes.”
Gemma surged forth and grabbed The Hunter’s face and pulled her down into a searing kiss. Her actions took Raven by surprise, with barely more than a second delay Raven pushed back and deepened the kiss. Their lips worked against each other with fervor. Their teeth clacking as they bumped them together occasionally. Gemma’s tongue licked at her lips seeking permission. The Hunter moaned as she opened her mouth and felt Gemma’s tongue push into her. Dimly she was aware as Alma’s hand trailed down her shoulder to rest on her hip. The light pressure of Alma’s squeeze made her moan into Gemma’s mouth.
Though the kiss only lasted for fifteen seconds or so Raven and Gemma pushed apart, breathing heavily. Neither had really noticed that they had closed their eyes until they were open again. Slowly Gemma pushed Raven back against the tree, Alma following each step, had hand never leaving the hunter’s waist. “Be a good girl for us, yeah?”
Raven nodded, her pupils blown wide as the blush on her face reached down her neck. “I’ll be good.”
“Then turn around and lean against the tree, Hunter.”
Raven followed orders as quickly as she could, eager to see if Gemma and Alma meant what they had said. She whimpered as Gemma’s strong hands gripped her hips over Alma’s hand and she felt Gemma’s larger bulge press between her cheeks. “Please,” she begged.
“Keep begging like that, Hunter, and you’ll have to pry me out of you with a crowbar.” Gemma laughed as she rolled her hips. “I bet you’re gonna be so nice and tight for me. Especially once Alma has her mouth around that cute little cock of yours.” Her voice hitched as she spoke, her hips not stopping their rolling as she ground her still clothed cock against Raven’s back end. “God your ass is so nice. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
“Gemma, don’t you think our hunter has been so good for us?”
“O-our?”
“Oh yes! She’s been so good for us, surely she deserves a nice treat?” Alma said. Her eyes pointedly flicking down to Gemma’s pants. “Maybe even a very hard treat?”
“Oooh,” Gemma dragged out the sound as she moved her hands off of Raven’s hips. When the bent over woman whimpered at the lose of contact Gemma laughed as she moved to undo her pants. “One second, babe, let me get my pants out of the way. Alma would you go get whatever lubricant she was using?”
“Oh! Sure!” Alma quickly stepped around the two women to go and track down Raven’s gear. “Where is it?”
“It- it should be right on top of the bag, against that tree next to you.” The Hunter’s voice was shaky as she spoke. “With the- with the pink ribbon.”
“Found it!” Alma shouted, holding the bottle above her head. She turned back just in time to see Gemma push her pants down just far enough for her cock to spring forth and slap against their hunter’s hole.
“Bring it over here!” Gemma said as she slowly rubbed the head of her cock against Raven’s backdoor and between her large cheeks. “Or maybe I should just pump one out on her back first?” The woman beneath her whimpered. Both in agonizing need at being filled and at the idea of being covered in Gemma’s hot cum. “Don’t worry, hunter, the first one is going inside of you. I can be kind of messy, hope you don’t mind.”
As she arrived back to the others Alma popped the cork out of the vial of lubricant. She poured a small amount into her hand and stepped around behind Gemma. “Let me help,” she said, directing Gemma to lean back enough to be able to almost wrap her hand around Gemma’s proud-standing and Raven’s-wrist-thick cock. Slowly she worked the lube in her palm over the smooth shaft of Gemma’s cock. Gemma could feel Alma’s breaths against her neck as she stood on the tips of her toes to look over her shoulder as she rubbed the lube up over the head of her cock. “I’ve got to make sure you’re well prepared too, right?” She asked, as she made eye contact with Gemma.
“Of course,” Gemma’s voice was heavy with want as she spoke. Her eyes flicked down to Alma’s lips before she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Alma’s in a soft kiss. Slowly their lips worked against each other, never going to hard or too deep as Alma worked the lube around Gemma’s cock. Slowly Gemma pulled back, her face flush as she breathed heavily. “I think- I think we’re good now.”
“Then go ahead,” Alma whispered. Her hand gliding to the base of Gemma’s cock to rest against her blonde pubic hair. Her thumb pushed the cock in her hand down to angle it against Raven better. Her hips pushed against Gemma’s causing the cock in her hand’s head to push against the tight entrance beneath them. “Give her what she’s earned.”
Gemma nodded and pushed her hips forward, her hands grabbed at the hips in front of her as Raven’s tight hole gave in to the pressure and let the head of Gemma’s cock push inside. Raven moaned as she felt herself give in, letting Gemma inside of her. Gemma wasn’t the longest The Hunter had ever slept with. But she certainly felt a lot bigger as she slowly pushed deeper into The Hunter. When their hips finally met and Gemma bottomed out 5-inches in The Hunter let out a shaky breath. Her breathing was ragged with want and need. A moan tore through her throat as Gemma pulled back. Merely an inch of movement, but to Raven it felt better than she ever imagined.
As she pushed back in Gemma moaned, the tight hole felt heavenly around her. Squeezing so tightly and barely allowing for any movement. Slowly she worked herself into a better rhythm as she rolled her hips. Turning small thrusts into deeper more powerful ones. Her hips snapped forward as she sped up. Her breathing grew heavier as she worked herself into a more demanding pace. The Hunter beneath hers moans grew louder as Gemma worked herself into the woman faster.
She set a near brutal pace as she slammed her hips against Raven’s. “Oh you’re being so good for me, Hunter,” Gemma groaned. “Oh, you liked that? Good girl.” She said, the tight asshole around her squeezed tighter at the praise.
Dimly Gemma was aware of Alma leaving her side to walk around and crawl under the hunter. Alma hadn’t exactly known what she was going to do as she crawled between The Hunter and the tree she was leaning against. But seeing how much Raven was leaking she made up her mind quickly. Slowly she settled onto her knees and leaned forward, capturing the cute dick in front of her between her lips. The Hunter’s pre-cum was salty but Alma could easily see herself getting addicted to this flavor. Slowly she worked herself down the small shaft. The Hunter couldn’t have been more than three or four inches. Smaller than Gemma, even though she was taller than Gemma. But Alma couldn’t deny that The Hunter fit perfectly into her mouth. As she pushed her nose into Raven’s pubic hair she moaned around the flavor and feeling of Raven’s first load filling her throat and mouth. She swallowed as each throb of The Hunter’s cock threatened to pour more cum into her than she could swallow.
The feeling of Alma’s lips wrapped around her cock, covering her in wet warmth, as Gemma filled her from behind felt far better than the hunter could have ever imagined. Each snap of Gemma’s hips threatened to send The Hunter over the edge again, the hummed moans of Alma around her cock cause her to tighten around Gemma more. Between the brutal pace Gemma’s hips set as she thrust and rolled her hips to grind her cock against Raven’s prostate, and Alma’s soft gentle sucking as she pushed her tongue up against the bottom of The Hunter’s cock drove her wild. The only thing stopping her from fucking into Alma’s mouth was the grip of Gemma’s hands as she held her in place. Deep inside of her she felt Gemma throbbing. She was drawing close and Raven knew what she needed.
“Hunter, I’m getting close,” Gemma groaned out, her words interspersed with her panting breaths. “I’m gonna pull out, okay?”
“No!” Raven begged, “inside! Please! I need you to finish insi-” The moan that tore through her throat cut off as she felt Gemma’s first load blow deep inside of her.
“Oh, fuck. You feel so good, Hunter.” Gemma whined. Slowly leaned forward to rest her head on Raven’s back. “Give me a minute. Fuck, that was a big one. I must have really been pent up.”
“It- it felt big.”
“It did,” Gemma laughed. “Another load or two like that and there’s no way I’m not getting you pregnant.”
Alma’s surprise squeak from beneath the hunter made them both pause. When she finally leaned out from under Raven the two women could see the long streak of cum on her face and over her glasses. “Gemma, did you really have to say that right as I pulled off. This is gonna be messy to clean.”
“Have The Hunter do it.” Came Gemma’s flippant reply. “She’s the one that made the mess, and Good Girls clean up after themselves.”
“You’re right,” Alma’s voice was serious as she crawled the rest of the way out from under the woman between them. “Good girls clean up after themselves.” Her face was close to Raven’s as she she spoke. “Get to cleaning.”
“Can I get a cloth to wipe your glasses-”
“No. Lick it up.”
“What?”
“You made this mess, Hunter. Lick it clean.”
The tone in Alma’s voice wasn’t sharp, Alma was too gentle with her for that. But it was firm, far firm than any of them were used to. So with only a moment’s hesitation The Hunter leaned forward letting her tongue run over Alma’s skin. Each pass of her tongue lapped up more of her own salty cum off of her handler’s face. She felt Gemma throbbing with want inside of her as she cleaned Alma’s face.
“God, this is so hot. Why didn’t we do this earlier?” Gemma asked out loud.
“Because The Hunter hadn’t earned this yet. But she’s been so good for us lately.” Came Alma’s reply, Raven’s tongue caught the corner of her mouth as she spoke. The Hunter whimpered at the taste of her own cum coating her tongue. “I think, we can let her have another treat, but I’ll need help getting her inside. Gemma, please hold her steady.”
“You got it, Boss!” Gemma saluted as she laughed. “Here that, Hunter? You’ve been so good for us. You’re gonna get another treat!”
“I’ve been good?” Raven asked, her voice shaky as she spoke. “I deserve a treat?”
“You do, Hunter,” Alma whispered, her hand resting on The Hunter’s cheek and softly caressing the scar marring her eye. “You’ve been so good,” she pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Raven’s mouth. “Now wait just a moment please.” Slowly Alma stepped back as far as she could. Pushing up her coat as she turned around she leaned forward and pressed her own ass to The Hunter’s still hard cock. “Just a little longer,” Alma whispered. “Stupid belts. Ugh why did I wear these?” Alma struggled with the straps of her overalls before she finally undid the buttons holding them up. “Aha!” She shouted as she finally pushed them down her legs, along with her small clothes. She had ached with her own need all night, and even though The Hunter wasn’t as big as Gemma, her length and thickness was more than perfect for Alma. She reached behind herself and palmed Raven’s cock as she lined herself up. “Here’s your final treat for the night, Hunter.” Slowly she pushed herself back, the velvety warmth of her heated core enveloped the whole of Raven’s cock. Already Alma could feel her throbbing at the edge. “Don’t worry about moving too much, let Gemma and I do the work.” She hummed, rolling her hips for the first time around the cock inside of her.
“Right, just let us take care of you, babe.” Gemma said, readjusting her grip before pulling back and thrusting forward to slam The Hunter’s hips into Alma’s. Slowly she worked their pace deeper and faster. Every thrust of Gemma’s hips slammed Raven into Alma, already pressed so tightly together. Alma had to do little more than continue to roll her hips to drive The Hunter closer to the edge of her next orgasm. The pace Gemma set ramped up until it was back at its brutal speed, every thrust was met with a loud clap as their hips collided.
The Hunter could feel Gemma and Alma’s clothing rub against her naked skin as she was sandwiched between them. Her bare tits pressed between herself and Alma as Gemma’s pants bit into the firm flesh of her large ass. She was close to finishing and she knew it. She’d fully surrendered herself to Alma and Gemma at this point. She couldn't help the tears that rolled down her cheeks at the amount of stimulation she was experiencing. “I’m close, please I’m so close.” She whispered, barely able to be heard over the sounds of Alma’s wanton moans or Gemma’s heavy breathing and grunts as the slammed her hips into The Hunter. She knew they were using her like a toy and she loved it. But she really was close. “Please, Alma, I’m close! Please!” She begged.
“You’re doing so good, my Hunter,” Alma moaned, her hands pushing against the tree, pushing as close to Raven’s hips as rolled her own hips. “Just let go, whenever you want.”
The Hunter couldn’t stop the screaming moan that tore from her throat as she let her second load inside of Alma for the night. She’d never been able to get three orgasms like this before. But it certainly didn’t stop her fourth orgasm of the night from tearing through her and into Alma’s tight pussy as she clenched around Raven’s cute cock from her own orgasm.
The Hunter couldn’t help the tears that rolled down her cheeks as Alma and Gemma kept using her like a toy to reach their own orgasms. Each clench of Alma’s walls sent The Hunter clenching around Gemma. Every thrust of Gemma’s hips sent Raven deeper into Alma. Their skin flush as Gemma and Alma worked her.
“Fuck, Alma, I’m close,” Gemma groaned. “You almost done too?”
“One- just one more please, Gemma, I’m so close!”
“Okay, hear that, Hunter? I’m gonna finish inside, okay?”
“Please, it’s too much, please, please, please!” The Hunter cried from the over-stimulation as Gemma snapped her hips once, twice, three times into The Hunter’s. At the same time as Alma clenched around the cute but meager length inside of her. Sending all three over the edge of their final orgasms of the night. Pump after pump sent hot cum deeper into The Hunter as her own cum pushed out of Alma and into the small cloths below.
“Okay, girls, let’s get back to camp so we can bathe and get our hunter to bed.” Gemma said, moaning as she pulled herself free.
“Right, she needs to rest after all that,” Alma felt emptier as she pulled herself off of their hunter. Pulling her small clothes and overalls back up she could feel the still warm cum in her small clothes press into her lips. “Hunter, where are your clothes…. Raven?” Alma could hear the quiet sobbing as The Hunter collected herself. “Oh, Raven, shh, shh, shh, it’s okay, you did so good for us.” She turned to wipe the tears from their Raven’s eyes. “Gemma, can you go find her clothes so we can dress her and get her back to camp for a hot bath?”
“On it!” Gemma said, tucking her rapidly softening cock into her own pants before tightening her belt and moving off to find The Hunter’s clothes. They hadn’t been hard to find, and getting them back to Raven and helping her get dressed took very little time. After stopping to get The Hunter’s glaive free from its en-tree-nched (Gemma thought she was so funny for that one) position. They were off back towards camp and towards a hot bath and a long soak.
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After the three women had finished their bath, and when they lying down in their, now shared, hammock after everything, Gemma spoke up. “I really had a lot of fun, could we do this again sometime?”
“Again?! Gemma you want to do all of that again?” Alma sounded flabbergasted as she questioned Gemma.
“Well, more so I just mean the sex. Fucking Raven was a lot of fun, like it felt really amazing. But I wanna have a turn with you too, Alma. If you’re interested in that, I mean,” Gemma whispered to the other women in the hammock with her. The blush on her face was noticeably obvious from where Alma could see her over Raven sandwiched between them and wrapped in their arms.
“Okay, Gemma, next time we can have sex. But let’s plan it ahead of time-”
“Whenever.” The Hunter’s scratchy and sleep filled voice murmured out.
“Huh?!”
“Whenever. Anytime. If you want it, I don’t mind.”
“You’re talking, like, free use or something?” Gemma was astounded at what she was hearing.
“Well,” The Hunter’s words were cut off by a big yawn. “Within reason, I guess.”
“’Within reason’? What counts as reason?” Alma asked, pulling herself closer into Raven’s back and placing a soft kiss between her shoulders.
“Not when I’m sick… Or bruised beyond recognition by a monster.”
“What about if you’re, like, asleep or something?” Gemma pulled herself closer too, nestling Raven’s face between her breasts.
“Even if I’m-” another yawn tore through her words as she neared her limit of wakefulness. “Even if I’m asleep, I don’t mind if it’s either of you. Or both.”
“Both? We can both go to town on you?” Gemma asked. A moment of silence later she asked; “Hunter?”
“She’s asleep, Gemma. We’ll talk more in the morning.”
“Yeah, sure. In the morning. And then I’ll handle Olivia.
“We. We’ll handle Olivia. Together.”
“Together. Now go to sleep. Night, Alma.”
“Goodnight, Gemma. Goodnight, my Raven.”
The Hunter’s sleepy mumbles ended the conversation there as they joined her in sleep.