3.28 – Camp

3.28 – Camp

The team set up camp efficiently. Though they had brought tents should they arrive to a biome that needed them, the Wispwood was a moderate enough climate they weren’t necessary. So, after setting up a fire and their sleeping bags, they ate their respective meals then settled down for the night.

Natalie got the first shift. It wasn’t common for the dungeon to send monsters after sleeping delvers, but it happened. More than that, enemy delvers could wander onto them. Which would be just about their luck. So, best to have somebody ready to sound the alarm.

She posted up on a log a short distance away. Being away from the smoldering fire helped keep cold, which kept her alert. After the past hours, exhaustion was doing its best to lull her to sleep.Nnêw n0vel chapters are published on n0v/e/(lb)i(n.)co/m

More than the cold air, though, her thoughts were what prevented her from dozing off. She wasn’t quite as furious as she’d been in the direct aftermath of the event, but her thoughts had far from steadied, either.

Twenty minutes before her hour-and-a-half shift ended, a figure stirred from inside the camp. Natalie glanced over to see Jordan extricating herself from her sleeping bag. Natalie frowned. Her shift wasn’t over yet, so why? She needed her sleep as much as the rest of them.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked when Jordan had wandered over.

“That,” Jordan said. “Also started to feel a bit pointless. Would just make my shift harder.”

Natalie nodded in sympathy. Jordan had gotten the second shift of the watch, which was arguably the worst. Getting to sleep for an hour and a half, then having to wake up and stand watch—it sucked. Natalie had gotten lucky; first and last shifts were the best.

Jordan settled onto the log next to her, and they sat in comfortable silence for a few moments. Natalie could intuit Jordan hadn’t come over just to relieve her from her shift early. She wanted to talk.

“You’ve still stewing,” Jordan finally said. “I can tell.”

Natalie sighed. She’d expected something of the sorts. Jordan always had to be so ... level headed and reasonable.

“Can’t you just let me be mad?” Natalie asked. “For once?”

“I know what happened sucked, but all things considered, we’re fine. We really are. There’s no reason to dwell on it.”

“You can’t be suggesting we just forget about it.”

“Not forget,” Jordan said. “I’m not that forgiving, either. But for now, what happened, happened.” She chewed her lip. “And what I’m really worried about is that you’ll turn something that’s frustrating, but ultimately doesn’t matter, into something that does.”

“And that means?”

“I don’t know if we should retaliate,” Jordan said. “With Elida. She said it herself. This was because of Liz. It doesn’t have anything to do with us.”

“Her group attacked ours.”

“You can?”

“Maybe. Haven’t tried, but when it comes to using my skills in certain ways, they tend to be ... lenient.”

“Your class will do anything to get you laid,” Jordan said, rolling her eyes. “Yeah. I remember.”

Jordan stood, then knelt down in front of Natalie, and the sight of her best friend on her knees, fingers heading for her belt, nearly made her dizzy.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Jordan said. “Really, I’m just as lucky, since I’m the one who gets to play with it. Helps me as much as you.”

At the clinking sound of Jordan working away at Natalie’s belt, Natalie decided she had to, for once, be the reasonable one. She wasn’t sure if the illusion would work, but seeing how Jordan was apparently interested in doing this regardless of consequences, she better try something.

The illusion settled into place. Creating sounds was an easy task, as were simple images—especially with how she’d advanced the skill from progression I to II—but negating sound was a bit more of a problem. Not something she’d tried to do before. The idea had arrived from its sudden need.

“At least test it,” Natalie said. “You—you succubus.”

Her pants were off, now, with Natalie’s panties struggling to keep her cock controlled. It strained desperately upward, not hiding much. Her shaft was clearly visible through the tent, and her tip leaked liquid, darkening the fabric. She probably should start wearing boxers or something. Just ... the look of admiration Jordan always gave it, seeing it trapped and angry inside the delicate fabric, made up for the impracticality of continuing to wear panties.

“Test what?”

“If it blocks sound.”

Jordan glanced toward the sleeping figures of their friends, though she couldn’t see the image-less sound barrier Natalie had made. “You did it?” She looked back to Natalie’s crotch, pursed her lips, then got off her knees and walked toward camp.

With Jordan having arrived at the other side of the illusion, Natalie snapped her fingers.

Jordan tilted her head. “Works. Can’t hear that.”

Natalie snapped louder, then tested a few sentences of varying volume. Afterward, Jordan said, “I can kind of hear you, but it’s good enough. Heavily dampened.”

She got back down in front of Natalie.

“So, just don’t get too enthusiastic,” Jordan said. A devious smile slipped onto her lips. “Though to be extra mean—and since I’m trying to cheer you up—I think I’m going to let you finally use my mouth. So, good luck with that.”

A/N: I saw some comments where people thought Natalie and Jordan were on daily blowjob status. Just to clarify, Jordan teased her about using her mouth, but never actually did—she was trying to distract Natalie. I realize that bit of dialogue was unclear, so for those who assumed that, here’s the clarification.