Northbound Pilgrimage II

Chapter XXI - A Shelter in a Storm

Author's Note:

Another smut chapter warning O:) And there's gonna be a few more of them than usual in the near future, so be ready for that :D If you want to skip the smut, start with the second section (after the first '...' marker)

I hope you all enjoy the chapter. It's another step forward and we'll see soon enough if it pays off :)

Thank you for reading <3

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It didn't take long for Bishop and Aeyrin to finish their food and toss their dishes aside.

They ended up cuddling comfortably by the fire along with Karnwyr, but that did not last very long either.

Soon enough, Aeyrin started to idly brush her hand over the fabric of Bishop's trousers on his thigh with her head nuzzling more and more firmly into the side of his neck. It was all too obvious what she was after.

And it was not as if he would complain either.

Bishop squeezed her tighter to himself and pressed his lips to her temple. He knew that this would probably all end up the same way as it always did – with her leaving. And it would be painful, again. But that was going to happen anyway and there was no reason not to enjoy the night to the fullest before it came to that. And... he couldn't pretend like her affections didn't always make him blissfully hopeful for a better outcome. It was a nice feeling. Until it got crushed again.

He leaned into her touch and grabbed her by the hips with his free hand, pulling her into an embrace. Karnwyr roused himself up morosely at the sudden movement of her body and gave Bishop a somewhat disgruntled look as he stood up on his legs.

Aeyrin only chuckled briefly and squeezed herself close into Bishop's arms. She turned her head to the wolf with an apologetic shrug. "Sorry, Karnwyr." She didn't sound very sorry though.

Karnwyr huffed and turned his tail to them just as Bishop dragged her over to his lap and eagerly kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and twining it with hers. The wolf let out one more dejected whine, likely just to spite them, before he ran off into the thicket of the forest.

Aeyrin's tunic came off instantly and Bishop almost managed to throw it haphazardly straight into the fire. Luckily, in the end, it landed just a stone's throw away from the rocks surrounding the flames. She tried to begin undressing him too, but he began to distract her from it, constantly squeezing her to him and burying his face between her bare breasts along with planting teasing kisses and nipping into her soft flesh.

When she finally managed to drape his shirt over his head, she threw it towards the bedroll somewhere further away from them. Only a second later, she started to run her hands down his chest, feeling up his tautening muscles. She moved her eager kissing over his jaw and down his neck while her hands continued to travel lower over his torso and down his abs.

Bishop squeezed her buttocks hungrily while she continued to move lower. Her hands teased over his lower abdomen, sending tingling jolts of anticipation through his body, before she determinedly started to untangle the fastenings of his trousers. Bishop weaved his hand through her hair and brought her head back to his level again in order to continue kissing her. But she did not let that distract her from her goal – she freed his cock from his clothes while they continued to kiss passionately and promptly started to tease him, gripping him in her hand and slowly stroking him.

Bishop let out a heavy puff of breath against her face as she continued to stroke him. Her mouth started to move down his neck again in slow languid kisses and his grip in her hair became even firmer. He used his other hand to knead her breast, but after a while, she stopped him. She disentangled herself from his grasp and slid off of his lap again, kneeling down on the ground.