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Saikhi slipped past the sentries, their attention focused on the perimeter rather than the heart of their own encampment; her freedom depended on her ability to disappear into the night. The wilderness beckoned her to come towards it. Saikhi did not falter; she ran with all the strength she could muster, the thought of Jonathan fuelling her to push on. As the lights and sounds of the camp faded into the distance, Saikhi allowed herself a moment of respite. She had made it. She was free.
The rustle of leaves and the snapping of twigs underfoot alerted her to the presence of others. Saikhi's heart sank as she realized she had stumbled upon a group of men, their silhouettes barely visible in the dim light of the moon. She was about to turn and flee when a familiar voice called out to her.
"Saikhi!" It was Talitha, her eyes wide with surprise and relief.
Saikhi's breath caught in her throat as she recognized her friend, along with Alistar and the Sentinels, their faces emerging from the shadows.
"You're safe," Talitha said, stepping forward and embracing her.
The embrace was brief but fierce, a testament to the bond that had formed between them. Saikhi felt a surge of emotion as she returned the hug.
"I thought I'd never see you again." Saikhi murmured, her voice breaking with the intensity of the moment.
"We never gave up on you," Alistar said, the men of the Sentinels nodded their agreement.
As the initial shock of their reunion began to fade, Saikhi felt a wave of desire wash over her. She had been running on adrenaline, but now her body was burning with desire. Without thinking, Saikhi reached out and pulled Talitha towards her, their lips meeting in a kiss, Talitha returned Saikhi's affection.
The Sentinels watched in silent approval, their eyes drinking in the sight of the two women lost in their passion for one another.
The kiss between Saikhi and Talitha deepened, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other's mouths with a hunger born of lust and relief. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated passion, a testament to the bond they shared.
As they finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed, the Sentinels erupted into cheers, their voices echoing through the forest. Alistar stepped forward, a grin spreading across his face as he clapped Saikhi on the shoulder.
"Welcome back, Saikhi," he said, his voice filled with warmth and respect. "We were just about to come rescue you. How did you escape?"
Saikhi smiled back at him before realising she had information that Talitha and the others did not.
"The Tracker gave me this." Saikhi held out the wooden pass that would grant her safe passage through Empire lands.
"The Tracker?" Talitha reached down to her hatchet. "Were you followed? If he was the one who let you go, this might be a trap."
"No. The Tracker… he is on our side, or at least not on the Empire's side. He said we had a mutual friend. I think he meant Master." Saikhi had not felt deceit in the Tracker's words. "He also said that Zigarete fell in battle against the Resistance."
"So my chieftain lives?" Talitha smiled hopefully.
"The Resistance base in Rainfell got hit hard according to my scouts." Alistar admitted. "Apparently, the leader of the Resistance, Hokk, and a representative of lizardfolk tribes, Sar, were killed. We could barely believe it."
"That is why we were going to save you and retreat to the East, past the Dread Tower. There is a place there where we can be safe." Talitha said as she held on to both of Saikhi's hands. "I will not lose you again my sister."
"What about Painsley?" Saikhi said as the thought crossed her mind.
"We haven't heard anything from her since the battle with the Inquisition forces a few days ago." Talitha admitted. "Though, I think if she is alive, she is will be alright. She seemed more resourceful than you would expect. Come, now that we have you, we must make haste."
They headed East, setting up camp later that night beneath the sprawling canopy of the forest. The air was filled with the symphony of nocturnal creatures, their calls echoing through the dense foliage. Saikhi lay in her own tent, her mind racing with the events of the day, she found herself unable to sleep. The inner lust that coursed through her veins had left her feeling restless, her body aching for release.
She slipped from the confines of her tent moving silently through the camp, her steps guided by a desire that she could no longer ignore. She approached Talitha tent. Her heart pounding in her chest as she heard the unmistakable moans of Talitha coming from within.
Saikhi quietly pushed the flap of the tent open. She paused at the entrance, her breath catching in her throat as she watched Talitha ride Alistar with a feline ferocity. The heldra's body moved with a fluid grace, her hips rocking back and forth as she impaled herself on Alistar's thick cock. The tanned, silver-bearded man lay beneath her, his hands gripping Talitha's hips tightly as he thrust upwards, his own thrusts matching Talitha's in its intensity. Chapters fırst released on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
Saikhi watched them, her own desire growing with each passing moment. She could feel overflowing and a longing for attention. She stepped forward, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke.
Talitha turned at the sound of Saikhi's voice, her eyes meeting the ashborn's with a knowing smile. She did not stop her movements, did not halt the steady rhythm of her hips as she rode Alistar's cock, but she extended a hand towards Saikhi, an invitation for her to come closer.
"Of course, Saikhi," Talitha said, her voice thick with pleasure. "We've all been feeling a bit... on edge. It's good to have someone to fuck."
Saikhi accepted the invitation, moving to join them on the makeshift bed of furs and blankets. Her clothes were shed quickly, her body eager to feel the touch of another. Talitha stood aside and offered the Sentinel's cock to Saikhi. Saikhi straddled Alistar's body, her hands braced against his chest as she lowered herself onto his cock, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt him fill her completely.
Talitha moved behind Saikhi, her hands reaching around to cup her tribal sister's breasts, her fingers teasing the sensitive nipples. She ground her own sex against Saikhi's back, her body finding a rhythm with Alistar's as they moved together to pleasure Saikhi.
Saikhi rode Alistar's cock with abandon, her body moving on its own, driven by the need that had been building within her since the moment she had escaped the clutches of the Empire. She could feel the pressure building within her. Alistar's fingers dug into Saikhi's supple hips, his knuckles turning white with the intensity of his grip. The anticipation of his climax building, ready to explode any moment.
With a throaty growl that rumbled from the depths of his chest, Alistar let go. His cock twitched violently, pumping burst after burst of thick, warm cum into Saikhi's welcoming depths. Each spurt filled her more, stretching her walls, until the excess began to seep out, trickling down his shaft and pooling onto the bedroll beneath them.
As they all stilled, their bodies satisfied, Alistar let out a chuckle, his hands gently caressing Saikhi's thighs.
"We should all do this more often," he said, a contented smile playing on his lips. "It's been a long time since I've had this much fun."
The others laughed, their bodies still entwined.