🖤🖤HSP Bonus 1 — Things, just Between Us.

The Bronzecloaks, as they had called themselves, sat in a cave ten miles north of Kibblestadt. The cave was a hideout of sorts, or more like a place they came to when they were hiding or expecting a "hiding" from the guards.

The group had fled the town after the Kettens let the alarm bells out. Merchandise was missing, and a certain group of adventurers were drunk. Who would let that slide at all? Certainly not the Kettens. The truth was and had been that Lyanna had supplied them with massive amounts of stolen moonshine, or as the Kettens had dubbed this concoction, "Glimmerbrew."

Rennia was sitting on a thick mattress, blankets upon blankets above her and a "supposed" sleeping Lyanna resting on her "lap." Everyone was too drunk to notice what was really going on between them. Nothing much in Rennia's eyes, but this was a girl-to-girl secret. The boys couldn't know about this.

Lyanna pretended to be asleep under the covers, her eyes closed and head covered. The boys were swigging and swooning from their lack of control. Xoti, a friend, a good friend, winked at her from the distance, her arms around Persen's arms. The look was a confirmation, a secret they would keep between themselves. Why she had the boys' eyes fixated on her was part of an agreement they had with Lyanna, mostly her. But Xoti would shut her mouth.

The room was murmuring as banter erupted, half-drunken and half-awake rambles. They laughed, teased, and insulted each other. Lyanna was being naughty instead. She shifted lower, too low for her lap, and Rennia twitched, kept swigging the bottle to pretend. She just wanted the quiet and a drink.

"Don't move," Lyanna whispers. "Pretend you're listening."

Her fingers hovered under the hem of her skirt, moving just slowly enough to let the silence between them stretch. Then she lifted it inch by inch, exposing her pale thighs under the blanket. The one great thing about the cave was that the light was already dim. Rennia instinctively moved her hand to the wall behind her. Her eyes didn't leave her friends' eyesight.

Lyanna had removed her panties swiftly, and then her tongue came, tracing along the outer lips of her pussy with slow patience, testing her. Soft licks dragging longer every time, each longer than they should have been. Not quite teasing and not quite satisfying, just focused, learning her shape with her tongue. Her breath warmed every time her mouth touched her pussy lips.

Rennia nearly sprang away when Kalon and Edric called out to her. "Rennia! You still awake? Why are you just sitting alone there? Let Lyanna sleep if she wants."

"Mm, I'm fine," she croaked, trying not to get caught. Especially not by Edric.

Rennia's hand shot to the blanket beneath her, gripping it as her hips twitched. She could barely hold still. The effort was maximal, her breath hastened as Lyanna pressed inside. She didn't moan—she bit her lip and clenched tighter. Letting go meant getting caught. Moaning meant getting caught.

Lyanna smirked and gave her a glance under the blanket.

The cave kept echoing with chatter. They were telling tales of misdeeds and telling bad horror stories, not interesting enough for Rennia to listen to but attentive enough so she wasn't caught. Their laughter came and went.

Lyanna's tongue kept moving faster and faster, flicking over her cunt with ease. Then she started sucking with hard passes that made Rennia jerk. Rennia gripped her thighs as Lyanna pressed her face deeper. She knew what she was doing.

Naughty girl. Rennia's only thought.

Rennia clenched her jaw and moved one hand to her face for support. She couldn't afford to make a sound. Her toes curled in her socks. Her legs were trembling, eyes flicking around the room, watching cautiously.

No one but Xoti knew, and Xoti looked away.

Rennia stared down at Lyanna, who was looking up at her, licking and smirking. Rennia looked away, filthy and disturbed and enjoying it all the same.

Lyanna gripped the sides of her ass and brought her mouth closer with sudden force.

Rennia gave in.

She gasped and muffled it with her hand. Her body started shuddering, and her thighs squeezed tight around Lyanna's head as she let the climax take her. She dipped under the blanket once, and then twice, and then she drew a sharp breath.

"You good, Ren?" Kalia called out, who wasn't in the know because she was a loud mouth.

"Fi—f-fine," she choked. "Just drank too much."

As the attention went away, Lyanna tilted her head and licked slowly along her thigh all over, and then her folds again, gathering the slick escaping fluids.

She swallowed, and Rennia's face grew red.

"So hot," she whispered. "But you have to do me next."

Rennia didn't want to risk speaking. She let Lyanna clean up. She was flushed from the action, from embarrassment and heat. She spoiled this girl too much. It was nothing gay or gayish, just a favor among friends. But still, no one could know except the girls. Just girl things, right?

Another cork popped across the room and laughter resumed. None of the males noticed.

Lyanna wiped her mouth, finger dragging along her thigh. She crawled back to her lap, eyes half-closed. She was really intent on maintaining the act.

"You owe me," Rennia said.

"I know."

Rennia looked away. This was over. Her heart pounded and she smelled like sweat. Her thighs were sticky and the night had just barely begun. She took another swig of Glimmerbrew, a little too much at once.

"Lyanna, something is off about this bottle."

"Hmm..."

"I don't even know what you mean, Rennie."

"You made this, didn't you?" Lyanna didn't speak or move her head, but smiled.

"Well...Something special, for you. I'll make you wonder."

Rennia drank anyway.