Action Pack 2 Chapter 2: Into the Dwarven Valley

Disclaimer: The characters, settings, etc. contained within this story all belong to paetrasslave and may not be used in other media without express permission. Why anyone would want to, she's not sure.
Also, this story is incredibly sexual in nature with many preferences and depictions on display that will probably offend many people, including:

Same-gendered sex, incest, underage sex, sex between human and partially human creatures, polygamous relationships

Anyone under 18 or possessed of an easily offended mindset should leave now. For everyone else, that's probably all the reason you need to stay.

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	Despite enduring two and a half more hours of three-way sex, Jein didn't get to sleep until long after the girls claiming to be her younger sisters had drifted off. She knew she should've been repelled by the idea of sex with her sisters, and yet...
	...and yet there was something irresistible about the beatific smiles on the girls' faces as they wrapped their arms a little tighter around her svelte form in their sleep. Jasami even rubbed the crotch of her panties against Jein's leg as she dreamed. Probably about continuing their erotic dance.
	Without quite realizing it, Jein wrapped her slender arms around her sisters, one hand snaking inside Jasami's camisole to cup her budding chest, while her other hand sank into one of Cathallis's own ample breasts. Cathallis purred and kissed lazily across Jein's cheek in her sleep. Jasami moaned softly and arched her back in a disturbingly practiced motion for a girl her age. Yet, something about it made Jein shiver with anticipation.
	Then, soaked in her sibling's sticky love and nipples fully erect, Jein drifted off to sleep.

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	Jein woke from dreams of being tied to a banquet table as her sisters licked sauce off her naked body to find sun streaming through the windows and her hands still pressed into soft mounds. Cathallis and Jasami were still pressed up against her with their legs each wrapped around one of her own. Slowly Cathallis opened her eyes and smiled to see her older sister then kissed Jein on the cheek.
	"Good morning," Cathallis glanced own and blushed at the placement of Jein's hand. "Looks like someone's settling in quickly..."
	"Oh...yeah. Sorry," Jein said and pulled her hand away from Cathallis's chest, only for Cathallis to grab her wrist and push it back where it had been, deeper than before. She moaned and clamped her eyes shut.
	"Cath's been kind of...lonely," said a smirking voice from Jein's other side. Jasami grinned over at the both of them, one of her hands over the mound beneath her camisole that was Jein's own over a young breast.
	"Jasami!" Cathallis gasped, but Jasami just grinned wider.
	"We should probably get up," Jein said before trying to sit up, but her sisters held onto her limbs, anchoring her in her prone position. "Um, girls?"
	"What? Oh...right," Cathallis blushed as if the need to get up and get going hadn't occurred to her. She gingerly untangled herself from around her older sister, and Jasami shot Cathallis a dirty look before doing the same.
	Jasami reached behind the wardrobe and pushed open a door Jein hadn't noticed before. Considering what had been occupying her attention the night before, though, she didn't feel especially stupid for missing it. Inside was a large tub on a brick dais, and underneath it was a stone that flickered with a pale yellow light every few seconds. Cathallis jabbed the stone with a stick several times and it started to shine the light continuously.
	"What was that for?" Jein asked.
	"To make the water warm, of course," Cathallis said, then banged the stick on a spout in the wall over one end of the tub. Water poured out and in a minute the tub had filled. Jasami grabbed Jein by the wrist and led her into the tub, and the water seemed to reach up and engulf Jein, washing the soreness and stickiness of the previous night right off her. As soon as Jein was getting used to it, Cathallis dumped warm water over her from a bucket.
	"Hey!" Jein gurgled in surprise, splashing back at Cathallis in retaliation. Cathallis responded by dumping a handful of sweet-smelling white stuff into Jein's hair. Jasami reached up and started kneading it into her sister's hair.
	"A fantasy world that's invented shampoo...why do I find that kind of surprising?" Jein mumbled as she grabbed a handful and started working it into Jasami's silver locks.
	"I have a feeling we're in for plenty of surprises, Jein," Cathallis said. She sat a short ways apart from her sisters and shampooed up her own hair, but leaned over and kissed Jein's cheek.
	"You mean like having sex with my sisters?"
	"Is that weird where you grew up?" Jasami asked.
	"Between now and last night, it sounds like it wasn't where you did," Jein countered.
	"Mom, I mean...the lady who raised me taught me a lot of things."
	Jein felt her heart sink a little. She realized she'd kind of hoped the previous night had been the other girls' first time too. Jasami must've recognized the look on her face, because the younger girl threw her arms around Jein's middle in an enflamed hug. Jein lightly pried Jasami's arms loose, but before the horrified look could finish forming on Jasami's face, Jein cupped her younger sister's breasts forcefully. Jasami yipped, blushed and beamed up at Jein.
	"Care to join us, Cathallis?" Jein offered.
	Cathallis shook her head. "We shouldn't stay in the bath too long. It's a long way to Zenith." Jasami scowled at their black-haired sibling but slipped around behind Jein and kept rubbing the shampoo into Jein's hair. After a minute Cathallis poured water over Jein again washing it out. Jein then seated Jasami in her lap and worked her fingers through her sister's silver hair to deliver the suds. Jasami made a pleasured "mmmmm" sound deep in her throat, and Jein imagined she was smiling before pouring water over the youngest to wash her clean too.
	After that they climbed out. Cathallis wrapped a towel around her middle, but Jasami led Jein back into the main room and sat her down on their bed before she could do the same. Even though they were supposed to be hurrying, Jasami spent five minutes brushing Jein's hair out.
	"Does that feel good?" Jasami whispered into Jein's ear as she ran her brush down Jein's flowing white hair one last time.
	"It...," stammered Jein, whose scalp still tingled from the gentle brushing, "it did, but I'm still getting used to...my real body, I guess."
	A warm wetness landed on Jein's cheek and it only took her a second to realize Jasami was kissing her. The younger girl giggled and stroked a small hand down Jein's naked side. "Don't worry, I'll teach you all about it."
	"In the meantime, it's your turn next," Jein replied, and without waiting for permission lifted Jasami under the arms and seated the younger girl in her lap. Jasami squeaked in surprised but grinned as Jein took the brush from her and started slowly, gently going through her silvery tresses with it next.
	"Do it a little harder to get the best results," Jasami purred. She leaned closer and rubbed her front to Jein's belly, then sighed pleasantly.
	"Do it a little faster, so you can get dressed and get going," Cathallis called from the other end of the room. Jasami blew a raspberry over Jein's shoulder, but after a few more strokes hopped down and pulled her hair up into two long ponytails again.
	Jein watched Jasami walk over to the wardrobe and rooting through a drawer in the bottom for a fresh set. This one was white and spattered with red and pink hearts of various sizes. Rather than a camisole this time, she slipped on a matching bra. It seemed to mold to her skin as she put it on and highlighted her chest, already forming a healthy A-cup. Jasami looked up and saw her older sister sizing up her scantily-clad form, then beamed and struck a pin-up pose.
	What amazed Jein more than the feeling of her nipples stiffening was how naturally Jasami had slipped into this behavior around her, Jasami's own sister. Not that Jein wasn't plenty amazed by the fact that she was getting aroused examining a young girl in her underwear, but that that girl was her sister. If she was prepared to believe that, and considering all the other things that had happened to her, she found she was.
	"You're checking me out," Jasami teased.
	"Well we are a couple after last night, right?" Jein smiled, rolling with it and feeling oddly pleased with the way this was going.
	Jasami grinned even wider. "Yeah!" She ran over and hugged Jein's arm, her young breasts mooshing against Jein through the thin fabric.
	"You'll have time to fool around with Jein later," Cathallis chided lightly as she walked up to them. She was just finishing getting dressed as she clasped a black cloak that seemed to absorb her long hair. Underneath was a white blouse, red bodice, brown pants and thick leather boots. "Help her pick out an outfit and let's get going."
	Jasami huffed but did indeed help Jein find something to wear, although Jein got the distinct feeling it was the ensemble Jasami would enjoy taking off the most later on. She picked out a lacy magenta bra and panty set, which struck Jein as a little impractical for traveling, but she put them on anyway. Then a white blouse and dark green bodice like Cathallis's that she showed Jein how to tie off. After that a close-fitting pair of pants and shoes with thick but soft soles that didn't look much like the ones adoring Cathallis's feet.
	After completing the act of preparation Jein turned to the elder sister. "Sorry about borrowing your clothes," she said, figuring the perfect fit came from them belonging to her perfect match. "I'll see about getting my own as soon as I can."
	Cathallis blushed again and looked away. "No, it's all right! Really...it's all right..."
	Jein finished her ensemble with a black cloak like Cathallis's that her twin sister fastened at the neck with a gold clasp decorated with a raised image of a rose carved out of a deep pink stone. Jein gave it a questioning look, and Cathallis explained, "It was mother's."
	"Did you know her?"
	Cathallis looked away. "No."
	Jasami skipped over to the wardrobe, picked out a velvet purple dress, then formed a ring with her thumbs and index fingers, and the wardrobe glimmered before it shimmered and transformed into a brass ring on a neck chain that flew into Jasami's hands. She slipped it over her head, then followed it with the dress she'd picked out.
	"You're wearing that for a hike in the woods?" Jein asked incredulously.
	"A girl's got to look her best," Jasami winked, and Jein let it drop.
	"So where are we going?" Jein asked.
	"Zenith," Cathallis said. "It's the capital city of the free societies on Akton. There, we can get in touch with the royal court and lend our aid to them. There are so many enemies that have been building up their power while we were gone..."
	Jein opened the door for them. "Like Dr. Kargis?"
	Cathallis canted her head. "Who?"
	"Dr. Kargis. He was a mad scientist who made all the other villains in the Dogs of War game. It was after I beat the strongest one that I got sucked into my TV and next thing I knew I was naked on a beach with my naked twin sister." She quirked one side of her mouth coyly in Cathallis's direction. The younger twin's cheeks  erupted in red.
	She cleared her throat and the blush died down slightly. "Like I said last night, I don't know what your test was. In any case, we need to get going. It's going to be a couple days of traveling even if we don't run into anything hostile. Which we probably will."
	Jein nodded. "So what about weapons?"
	Cathallis shrugged helplessly. "Jasami and I don't use them."
	"Well that's just perfect. Do you know what my powers are, Cath?"
	"No..."
	Jein was the first out, with her sisters close behind. "Then I guess we'll just find out as we go. That's how I usually play anyway."
	They walked away from the beach and through a narrow grassy avenue that was lined on both sides by a rocky wall. How game-esque, Jein thought. Only one way to go from the starting point. After a minute they crested a hill and a thick forest came into view.
	A dirt track wended away into the relative darkness of the thick trees, and seeing no other way through, Jein led her sisters down it. She did her best to keep a watchful eye on the trees ahead, but as she did a cold uneasiness settled over her. This wasn't, after all, a game, even if it reminded her of one. Any dangers they ran into would be real, and they were three girls with no defenses she was aware of.
	There was the occasional rustle from the trees, but it was small, probably just from animals with better things to do than even make trouble for teenagers. Cathallis glanced around nervously at every sound, but Jasami just took in the entire forest with enormous eyes like she'd never been in one before.
	"I don't like this," Cathallis whispered as the forest started to darken and the trees seemed to close inward on them. The track was indeed starting to thin, and Jein instinctively reached out and gave Cathallis's dainty hand a supportive squeeze. Cathallis squeaked in surprise and her cheeks colored but she stepped closer so that her shoulder was rubbing against her older sister's.
	Then, something decided to actually happen. Something about the shape of a human but tall and thin lunged out of the trees at Cathallis but something came over Jein and she rammed into their assailant with her shoulder and sent it tumbling into the dirt.
	Then an attacker appeared from the other side of the path and grabbed at Jasami, but with a speed she never would've imagined she had Jein grabbed him by the wrists and hurled him to the ground beside his comrade.
	"Run!" Jein yelled, then grabbed her sisters by the wrists and led them off the path herself. This wasn't a great decision on her part, she realized. But they were too vulnerable to whoever attacked them on a straight path, and it seemed unlikely those were the only ones.
	The forest grew darker still as they stumbled through the more tightly-packed trees. Behind them they could hear someone or something crashing through the foliage, and coming closer every second. But then Jein spotted something besides trees up ahead. It was huge and dark, with rough edges like a rock. A really big one. And in the dimming light Jein was pretty sure she could see the mouth of a cave...
	"Jein, what are you doing?" Cathallis asked but kept running. A second later they were inside the cave. Jein released her sisters and turned to fight their pursuers if necessary, but a wall of leaves and branches was growing over the entrance to the cave.
	"What the hell--" Jein whispered, but stayed at a safe distance. After a second she heard the crashing of their pursuers near and then pass the cave. She turned back to her sisters to see Cathallis heave a sigh of relief. "Cath, did you do that?"
	"I...think so," the younger twin replied hesitantly.
	"You don't have to be so shy, Cath," Jein said and gently stroked her sister's shoulders, reaching underneath her cloak to do so. Cathallis squirmed, but after a second her eyes drifted shut and she softly purred at the stroking.
	"I can't...really...help it," she whispered after a second. "I've always been like this."
	"Leave her like that, it's cute," Jasami interrupted.
	"Actually, it kind of is," Jein smiled. Cathallis blushed and stared at her shoes as intensely as she could, but Jein pulled her chin up, met her eyes and then kissed Cathallis on her full lips.
	Back home, Jein had heard kissing your relatives was different from kissing other people. Less emotion. This was nothing like kissing the woman she'd thought was her mother until the afternoon before. It was more like that time she'd caught Shana in a good mood after school, and had learned what "tongue" was like.
	After a second Cathallis leaned away and sucked in a breath. "We need to get moving again..." she said, not entirely succeeding at veiling the breathy aroused quality in her voice. Jasami giggled.
	"Anybody else notice how this is kind of...bright for a cave?" Jein brought up after another second.
	"Probably because of all the torches down there," Jasami pointed. Jein and Cathallis followed her finger to see that the far end of the cave did indeed have guttering torches lodged in the walls every ten feet or so.
	"Maybe we should go that way, what with those things that attacked us outside," Jein suggested.
	"What makes you think there's nothing down there that'll attack us?" replied Cathallis. "Somebody had to put those torches there."
	The sound of rapid footfalls approaching the mouth of the cave, and a high-pitched yell that sounded an awful lot like one of their attacks picking up their trail. Without waiting Jein grabbed her sisters and hurried deeper into the cave. Something pushed through the branches that had grown over the entrance and Jein just ran faster. She seemed to have some instinctive knowledge of fighting, and wondered briefly if that was one of her powers. She wasn't eager to find out with her sisters liable to get hurt if things got out of hand.
	Soon it felt like they'd been trying to outrun the footsteps and gibbering voices forever. Jasami slowed and fell, but in one motion Jein turned and scooped up her younger sister with one arm then kept on running. After a while the noises stopped, and Jein stopped dragging Cathallis behind her. She tried to set Jasami down, but the youngest sister clung to Jein's torso.
	"Your boobs are so waaaarm," Jasami moaned, her cheeks red.
	"I bet yours'll be at least as nice when you're done growing," Jein said. "How old are you, anyway?"
	"Ten," Jasami beamed.
	"Damn, I'm pretty sure most girls aren't getting their boobs that young," Jein panted as she gave up and accepted her sister wasn't moving for the time being.
	"We're not exactly most girls," Cathallis panted herself. "You didn't learn how to fight like that before you came home, did you?"
	"Are you kidding? I could get hurt just watching Power Rangers," Jein replied. Cathallis gave her a look of confusion, but then shrugged, scooted over and leaned on Jein's shoulder.
	"Your boobs are pretty nice," Cathallis said with a blush. She reached out to gently stroke over the side of Jein's chest, but Jasami slapped her hand away. Jein frowned and flicked Jasami on the forehead.
	"Ow! What the hell?!"
	"You can be possessive about your breasts all you want, but these breasts are mine, and I say Cathallis can touch them too."
	Cathallis gasped and her face turned beet red. "You don't have to say it like that!"
	"Say it like what?"
	"Say it like all we care about is touching our sister's breasts, or something," Cathallis looked away, then slowly reached over and stroked Jein's soft mammaries through her clothes.
	"Why are you acting so shy about it?" Jein asked. "We had sex five times last night, didn't we?"
	"Six times," Cathallis corrected her. "Remember that time after Jasami fell asleep?"
	Jasami gasped in horror and then glared so fiercely at Cathallis it was a wonder neither of them exploded on the spot.
	"Damn, I've heard people brag about their sex lives, but you ladies take the prize," someone said down the tunnel, and immediately the three of them looked up to see a person standing there.
	She looked like a person at first, anyway. A very short, stocky one. Like a dwarf. Her straight hair was a chestnut brown and her eyes a regal sort of gray. Her face was just the tiniest bit plump, and she had a large button nose. Her build was stocky and swathed in a dress of black leather armor from the neck down, and Jein wasn't entirely surprised at herself at how she automatically zeroed in on how the armor clung to the newcomer's healthy chest. In one hand she held an old but sturdy-looking hand axe.
	The more Jein looked at the dwarf, the more she recognized Sereda, one of the playable characters in the Tri-Quest game, which was about searching for the keys to an ancient city in the sky, ocean and underground. Sereda was the character Jein had usually played, because, truth to tell, she thought Sereda was kind of hot. Seeing her in person wasn't doing anything to dissuade that opinion.
	"We don't get too many girls your size down here in the tunnels," she said.
	"Oh, for a dwarf you look pretty built to me," Jein said without thinking.
	"What the hell are you--" the dwarf woman started, then glanced downward. It was hard to tell at that distance in flickering torchlight, but Jein thought the dwarf woman's cheeks had started to blush.
	"What are you three doing down here?" she asked rather forcefully, probably to offset her surprise at the remark.
	"We're trying to get to Zenith," Cathallis explained. "We were attacked in the forest and fled into a cave."
	The dwarf chuckled. "Well girls, let me tell you, you made the right choice. I'll take on any orc clan over whatever's up there."
	"Yeah, well," Jein interjected. "We're a little lost, so if you wouldn't mind telling us the way out, we'll get out of your face."
	"Hold up there, cutie," the dwarf said.
	"Cutie?" she said, taken a little aback despite similar words on her part a minute ago.
	"Well for a human, sure," she coughed as it collecting herself, then changed the subject. "Anyway, there is no quick way out of the tunnels. Sure as hell not one that's quick AND safe."
	"Is that a taunt or an offer?" Cathallis said suspiciously.
	"Neither, but I'm offering to help you get out safely for the pleasure of your pearly-haired friend's company. I'm supposed to meet the rest of my party close to an exit from these here caves anyway."
	Jein nodded. "I'll think about it if I can learn the name of our lovely guide."
	The dwarf did a little curtsy. "Sereda, of clan Dakmoor. At your service, surprisingly appealing human girl."
	Jasami blew a raspberry. "It's not surprising."
	"Shhh," Jein whispered. "I'm Jein. This is Jasami, and Cathallis."
	Sereda snickered a little and gave Jasami a swat on the butt. "She's kind of cute too. Come on, you three don't look like you'll be much use if any orcs come along. And they will."
	Sereda walked away and exchanging an uncertain glance, the sisters followed. Occasionally they heard footsteps or inhuman chattering in the distance, but never anything close enough to see more than shadows cast against the wall.
	"So why are there torches all over the place?" Cathallis asked after a minute.
	Sereda gave her a look of confusion. "What do you mean?"
	"Well, who put them all there?"
	"They're just there, so you can see where you're going," Jein replied, again automatically. "It'd be really annoying if all the dungeons were dark."
	"There's your answer," Sereda said and kept on going.
	Spoken like a true gamer, Jein signed to herself. Did this place really operate on videogame logic? After all, who the hell HAD put up all those torches, and why didn't it look like any of them at all were in danger of burning down?
	After a few more minutes they turned another bend and were greeted by a different kind of light pouring down into the maze. Daylight. From an opening at the top of a flight of worn stone stairs. Jasami dropped from her sister's arms and started to sprint toward it, but Jein grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back.
	"What? It's a way out?"
	"Your friend here's probably thinking it's a good place to ambush adventurers, little girl," Sereda whispered.
	Something snorted nearby. "Uh-oh, looks like we got some smart ones here, Igrim."
	"Seriously? Snorting?" Jasami said ruefully.
	"Don't be so quick to mock, little girl," Sereda whispered and gripped her axe tightly. "Orcs aren't known for other races' senses of humor." From behind various rocks and pillars stepped a number of humanoid creatures, but with a dark pink skin and large floppy ears. On one Jein could even see a thin, curly tail.
	They wore patchwork armor, bits of chain and leather, and carried an assortment of weapons from hammers to axes to simple wooden clubs. In all, there were about ten.
	Jein was astonished with herself when she realized she didn't think much of their odds.
	Sereda waded into the foul-smelling group. Jein tackled the nearest orc, one with short pale brown hair and surprisingly cute lop ears. Jein gasped as she felt the orc's chest mash against her own, eliciting a moan from the orc. The orc's recovered quickly, though, and tried to bring her stone hammer down on Jein's head, but she grabbed the orc's arms and halted the blow. The orc grunted and pressed down on Jein, then suddenly pulled her arms back and swung at Jein's side. Jein crouched then jumped into the air, her cloak whipping around her as she spun in an aerial somersault. As she landed she swept her leg out toward the back of the orc's legs and knocked her off her feet.
	Jein whipped the cloak off but carefully pocketed its rose clasp as the orc bounded up for the next exchange. The orc's hammer seemed to roar as it arced toward Jein's head but with an effortless grace she ducked underneath it and rammed the orc with her shoulder, gasping and suddenly noticing how hot her cheeks had gotten as she felt the orc's wonderfully soft middle ripple from the impact of her shoulder.
	The orc huffed as Jein's attack knocked the wind out of her, leaving her vulnerable for just the moment it took for Jein to kick the hammer from her opponent's hand and then launch a spinning kick to the side of the orc's head that knocked her sprawling.
	Her opponent defeated for the moment, Jein glanced over to see Sereda standing over two orc bodies while she held the others at bay with swings from her axe. She was retreating with every swing, though, until she was up against the wall with Cathallis and Jasami. It didn't look like they were getting out of this one alive...
	"Hey! Good taste girl! Over here!" Sereda turned her head in Jein's direction and barked. She pulled on a nearly invisible lever concealed in the rocky wall, and a part of the wall dropped into the floor. "Go!" Sereda yelled to the sisters.
	Cathallis and Jasami were the first through. Sereda broke off the lever as she sprinted after them, making the door starting to rise up again as she cleared the entrance. Jein vaulted over the rising door and landed in a perfect somersault next to Sereda.
	The door sealing them off from the orcs wasn't the only one grinding its way upward, though. Another one was rising up, cutting them off from a room Cathallis and Jasami had already fled into. A second later both crashed heavily into the ceiling.
	"Cathallis!" Jein yelled as she ran up to the other door, but the only response was a painful echo off the walls.
	"Don't bother," Sereda said. "A dragon couldn't get through there."
	"Are you seriously telling me to calm down when they're trapped in there?!" Jein demanded, glaring down at Sereda.
	"They're not trapped," Sereda explained calmly.
	"No?"
	"No. This is a room the dwarf king who used to live down here set up so he'd have a place to hide if someone tried to kill him. That lever was one way in, and it so happens there's a key that opens both of these doors. And it so happens the friends I'm waiting for have it. All we need to do is wait for them to show up and let us out."
	"Can they handle all those orcs?"
	"In their sleep."
	"In that case," Jein sighed and slumped against the wall and held her arms over her chest, shivering as the cold of the cave started to catch up now that the battle was over and her cloak had gone missing.
	"Want some help with that...?" Sereda said, catching her by surprise.
	"Want some help with what?"
	"You're shivering, you silly tall person."
	"No offense, but I kind of doubt you'd just be carrying a spare cloak in my size," Jein sighed.
	Sereda took off her backpack and dug out a bedroll, then laid it out on the floor. "Then how about joining me in here?"
	"What??"
	"I heard you and those other girls talking about this kind of thing. What? Am I ugly or something?" Sereda asked.
	"No!...Actually, I think you're pretty cute," Jein admitted.
	Sereda popped the top two buckles on the front of her armor and it slipped down just a bit, revealing a few tantalizing inches of soft white shoulder. She walked over to Jein with a slow strut, opening another buckle and her armor sagging until it revealed that healthy cleavage Jein had noticed before and a bit of white fabric underneath.
	Extending slightly trembling hands, Jein pulled down on Sereda's armor and the dark leather pooled around her booted feet. Her modesty was shielded only by a matching set of bra and panties stitched together from a soft white linen. Sereda's chest was as impressive as Jein had imagined, and standing there in a chilly cave in nothing but her underwear was obviously having an effect as Jein could see goosebumps rise on the dwarf's flesh even as she watched. And though the dwarf had a gentle swell to her naked middle, Jein realized her hands were quivering even more as she reached out to stroke it.
	Sereda smiled and guided Jein's hands onto her bare belly. "You're new, aren't you?"
	"Hey, give me a break," Jein grumbled as she hooked her thumbs into Sereda's belly button and gently pulled upward them. "I only started being a lesbian yesterday, and the only girls I've screwed are my sisters."
	"Those two are your sisters??" Sereda gawked. "Damn, girl. This is gonna be fun..." She reached out and started loosening Jein's bodice, then gripped the garment and slipped it off over Jein's head. Almost at once Sereda's nimble hands had worked Jein's blouse open and were easing it off her slender shoulders. Sereda gently gripped Jein's chest, purring with approval at the heft of Jein's breasts.
	"H-hey," Jein stammered. "Take it easy with those..."
	"You've got a nice pair for somebody so skinny," Sereda purred and gave Jein's nipples a pinch, then twist. Jein squealed and Sereda leaned in and nibbled along her neck, chuckling as she did. Sereda straddled Jein's waist and kicked off her boots, then eased Jein's pants down to the knees with her feet.
	Jein shimmied out of them then pulled up on Sereda's bra, grabbing at her ripe dwarven breasts as they tumbled free. Sereda moaned and leaned back to arch her chest into Jein's hands. She rolled the soft, warming flesh between her fingers and gave Sereda's nipples a sudden flick at the same time.
	"Oooooooooh! Are you...sure...you've only been...doing this for...one day?"
	"It was a pretty busy day."
	Sereda leaned forward again and slipped her arms around Jein's torso and deftly unlatched her bra. Jein reluctantly let go of Sereda's breasts to let her slide the garment off, but grabbed at the dwarf's mammaries again as soon as she was properly topless.
	Sereda squealed and smiled, her cheeks aflame now. "Maybe you're not experienced yet, but damn if you're not eager..."
	Jein wrapped one arm around Sereda's back and pushed their bountiful chests together, forcing a lusty moan from Sereda's throat. Jein's other hand stroked lightly down the dwarf's spine to the waist of her underpants and awkwardly slid them down Sereda's adorably short legs. Her thighs were already glistening wet, and she thrust her hips to press her pussy against Jein's navel with a raunchy squelching sound.
	"Take me, human," she moaned and started to grind her chest in a counterclockwise motion. Their breasts seemed to dance together, rolling and squashing with their owners' erotic gyrations.
	Jein stood up a little then, holding her squat sex partner as if Sereda was nothing more than a child. Sereda continued to rub her chest against Jein's, doing a hell of a job of distracting Jein as she freed one hand and slowly tugged down on Jein's panties until they slipped off.
	Now wearing nothing but their blushing cheeks, Jein lowered Sereda and bent her backwards, then splayed her own legs wide and leaned against the wall for support so that their sexes rubbed together, the squelching louder and even more raunchy now. Sereda gasped, groaned, and just barely managed to reach out and grab hold of Jein's firm breasts. She pushed them in as far as she could manage, but kept up the lewd rhythm of rolling her hips to meet thrusts from Jein's own. Their nether lips met again and again, each of the partners in the erotic dance moaning with each impact.
	Finally, it was all too much. Jein squealed and her pussy erupted onto Sereda. The dwarven woman grinned until a moment later when her climax struck, echoing off the chamber walls. Their juices ran together down Jein's legs as she sank to the floor and clutched Sereda to her tightly. Sereda wrapped her arms around Jein's neck just as tightly and rained kisses down on her partner's lips and cheeks until after a few minutes when they collapsed against each other, panting and drenched in sweat.
	"Oh gods," Sereda croaked.
	"Was it any good?" Jein asked a bit uncertainly.
	"I've had a human man or two, but if I'd had any idea what the human girls were like..."
	"Let's get into that sleeping bag of yours before it starts freezing again," Jein suggested.
	"Sure. You've earned a little break," Sereda giggled.
	"What?"
	Sereda just giggled again.

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	They'd lost all track of time when they heard the walls starting to rumble. Instinctively Jein curled her arms protectively around Sereda's back, but the people standing in the doorway weren't, as far as she could tell in the sudden light, orcs.
	"Sereda? Is that you?" a strong female voice asked. Into the room walked a willowy woman with wavy red-brown hair, wearing a leafy green jerkin and clutching a bow in one hand. "Oh doesn't that just figure?!"
	"Jealous?" Sereda smirked.
	A knight, a woman in austere blue robes clutching a staff, a thickly-bearded Viking sauntered into the room as well, all of them looking down at Jein and Sereda cuddled together in Sereda's bedroll and surrounded by their discarded clothes.
	"Hey!" Jein called into the other room. "You two okay in there?" She craned her neck enough to see her sisters huddled together underneath Cathallis's cloak. And what appeared to be two pairs of bare legs peaking out from underneath.
	"It would've been better if you'd been in here too," Jasami yawned.
	"Erm, do you all think you could step outside for a minute?" Cathallis asked.
	"Yeah, or maybe another two hours?" Sereda suggested.
	Sereda's companions continued to stare down at them until Jein glowered up and jerked her thumb toward the entrance. "Out. Now."
	After a minute they'd filed out, with some grumbling from the Viking fellow. After she was sure none of them was peeking through the entrance Jein slowly crawled out from underneath a disappointed Sereda and gathered up her clothes before dressing quickly. Sereda stared at her the entire time.
	As she stepped out into the passage again, she noticed the orc corpses littering the floor and paused when she realized none of them clutched a stone hammer in their rigid fingers. None had short pale brown hair, or particularly cute lop ears.
	"Is this all of them you guys killed?" Jein inquired, a little uncertain of how she felt.
	"You sound doubtful," the Viking grunted.
	"Don't worry, Jein," Sereda said as she emerged and give a Jein a playful goose. "It's not like orcs hold grudges or anything..."
	Jein wasn't completely reassured by the way the other warriors sniggered after the remark.
