The morning after Diamander, Amber and Cadwarra took refuge with the Antonica Docks garrison, Corporal Peckett had asked for a volunteer to check on the Griffin Tamer. Cadwarra had raised her hand, confessing she wished to mail a letter from the post box located at the base of the tower.

The Griffin Tamer advised her she could tell Peckett all was well and that the other two Griffin Towers in Antonica were also secure. She expressed relief, chatted politely, then took a few moments by the post box to write her letter. She had no doubt that the postal service was still functioning in the midst of Gnollish belligerency: the Norrathian Mail was of such high service that you could post a letter in a tornado and the Post would be picked up and delivered. Even those most learned in the arcane sciences could not discern how this was done.

It was laborious to scratch out a letter in Gnollish so she kept the note brief:

Hail Seeress Bloodhackle, I trust this letter finds you well. One member of the Darkpaw told me something that lead me to think the Underpaw are making trouble. I hope the Splitpaw are safe. Can you tell me if anything is happening up in Thundering Steppes?

Regards,

Cadwarra, Groomer of Gnolls.”

She returned to report to Peckett then joined Amber who was bathing nude on the shore fairly near to the dock, rather pleased with how many men were looking at her. Cadwarra stripped off, too. Amber lent her a bar of soap she had scrounged somewhere.

When the ship from Thundering Steppes had docked, Peckett had pressed five tough men into service. They had not been happy about defending someone else’s dock but now with the show being put on by the ladies down in the water they had become more appreciative of the chance to be serving Qeynos and Queen Antonia.

“Can you believe those two?”Peckett asked Diamander as they likewise stood admiring Cadwarra and Amber’s lathered nakedness, “I’m inclined to think they are deliberately letting us have a good look.”

Even the dock workers had stopped at their labours and enjoyed the sight of two nubile females. Uncovered but for seawater and soapsuds dripping down their shining bodies, it looked as if Prexus had observed them from his sacred depths and lustfully soaked them with his foamy sperm.

“Are you fucking that pretty Wood Elf” Peckett asked Diamander, staring at Cadwarra’s big round breasts as she reached up with the bar of soap and started to wash them. They flopped around under her hard scrubbing hands, looking so soft as they gleamed in the mid-morning sunshine. Her large brown nipples looked so suckable.

“Yes, I’m fucking her” Diamander answered Peckett proudly. “Quite often. She likes to fuck. She’s a lot of fun in bed.”

They continued to watch the two girls washing. Cadwarra passed the soap back to Amber who took her time sudsing up. While she had been initially jealous by how much bigger Cadwarra’s breasts were compared to hers she got less envious when she realized her perky little twins were getting as many stares as Cadwarra’s girls were getting. She saw Diamander was staring at her chest as hard as any of the other men. She was sure he had a hard-on.

Peckett was acutely aware that all four nipples on those two exhibitionists were erect. There was no way they were unaware of all the male gazes turned their way; more modest women would have noticed a dozen men just standing beside their work eyes agog, and would have been finished bathing quite some time ago. He knew he should tell those little teases to quit wasting time and to get their armour back on and be ready for any developments but he figured everyone could enjoy the show a bit longer since the girls seemed so proud of the attention they were getting.

“What you did to those Gnolls was awesome.” Amber told Cadwarra as she scrubbed Cadwarra’s back. Deviously, she rubbed extra hard so that her own tits would jiggle for the men to see. “You and Diamander were unstoppable.”

“You did well, too, Amber” Cadwarra responded while looking up at the men watching the erotic motion of Amber’s puppies. Occasionally the hard nipples brushed softly against Cadwarra’s back. She suspected Amber was deliberately making them shake in front of the men. “Thanks for all those Gnolls you took care of. I was hard pressed until you started stabbing at their backs.”

“I don’t know that I did much. Diamander killed more than I did. Lucky for me you yelled at them and they forgot about me. Where did you learn to speak Gnollish? Those barks and snarls coming from you were scarier than the Gnolls themselves.”

“I picked up a little Gnollish from the Splitpaw Clan up in Thundering Steppes. I was their ‘guest’ for a while.”

“A guest?” Amber seemed puzzled about the term as relates to Gnollish customs. “So they didn’t hurt you?”

“The Splitpaw are as vicious as any other clan, just a bit more civilized. Pretty soon after I was abducted they found I had a full set of combs, brushes and clippers and realized I knew something about barbering. Believe it or not, Gnolls worry about how their fur looks. Next thing I knew I was shampooing the entire pack; trimming footpads and tails, filing claws, that sort of thing.”

Though she had been as frightened as Amber during the fight yesterday, Cadwarra could now laugh to remember the Gnolls’ irrational rage. “Those Gnolls…” She shook her head smiling “…vainest creatures you ever met. All I said to them yesterday was that they had a little mange and that their mothers were bitches. They all got insanely mad at me for that.”

Amber was still scrubbing Cadwarra’s back, still making her breasts jiggle for the men. “Would you massage my shoulders” Cadwarra asked, shoving her shoulders back such that her breasts thrust out. It turned out Amber was pretty good at shoulder massages.

“I think we should finish washing” Cadwarra reluctantly suggested as she finished a reciprocal back massage for Amber. “That Dockmaster seems annoyed that her workers aren’t working.”

Amber would have liked for Cadwarra to massage her a little longer. She knew they were putting on a show for the men. She liked how those males all looked at her young nudity. Except for that embarrassing moment in front of her Papa, this was the first time she had ever been naked in front of real, grown men, and she was beginning to wonder what it would be like to have an experienced male on top of her instead of those silly boys that she had been planning to fuck at Arleena’s birthday party yesterday. None of them would have bravely fought Gnolls the way Diamander had. Papa was right, she needed new ‘friends’…more experienced ones…with big hard cocks, nice and thick and long. Like the one she had glimpsed Diamander using on Cadwarra in the middle of the night.

While Diamander’s eyes lingered on Amber’s body, Peckett studied Cadwarra. She was perfect. Each curve was so graceful. Well formed thighs blended into curving hips, thinning to a small waist and inviting tummy, flat but for just a hint of roundness. Her ribs swept up into full, softly swaying breasts, round and full, sitting high on her chest and crowned by perfect diameter brown areolas.

Peckett fixed hungry eyes on Cadwarra’s trim bush. His loins stirred as he considered what she might feel like inside if he was ever allowed to enter her. “You mind if I stick my spear in your Wood Elf sometime?” he asked Diamander, too sexually excited to not ask “She’s really making me horny standing there nude.”

“You can fuck her” Diamander answered, equally blunt. Peckett was a decent fellow so he was not uncomfortable if he wanted Cadwarra for some physical pleasure. “You’ll need Cadwarra’s consent, though. She’s not my wife so I can’t just lend her to you.”

Hearing that, Peckett wanted so much to go down and slip it into Cadwarra right there as she stood in water up to her knees, but a non-commissioned officer in charge of a mixed group of fighters needed to keep discipline and Marr knew what would happen if everyone started thinking by his example that it was okay to set aside one’s duties to go ‘get a piece’ from one of those two naked nymphs.

Diamander was still looking at Amber, desirous of her despite himself. He felt ashamed that his thoughts were filled with speculation as to how it would feel to screw your own cousin. He owed Cadwarra more consideration than to be having such thoughts about Amber while regularly bedding Cadwarra but…he so wanted Amber.

He saw Amber was just fine with him watching. She was looking at him while washing between her legs. She seemed to be oh so slightly moving her hips to thrust right at him while their eyes locked. The act was so blatant an invitation that he knew he could have climbed on top of her instead of Cadwarra the night before last. Yet he was glad he had not; she was his cousin.

Knowing Diamander was watching, Amber took an especially long time shampooing her pubic area. The sudsy curls of her lady beard tangled in her fingers. The soap on her clit felt so good. She looked straight at Diamander, standing there beside that tyrant Peckett while she recalled how brave he had been yesterday. Bravery made her pussy wet. She so wanted her brave cousin to spread her legs and do something about that wet pussy.

She remembered Cadwarra’s barely suppressed moans of pleasure under Diamander. None of her schoolfriends had ever made her moan like that, not even Arleena’s older brother at that picnic in Oakmyst Forest last summer. She wanted Diamander to make her moan like he made Cadwarra moan.

As she continued to lave her clitoris, she imagined it was Cadwarra soaping and rubbing her between the legs, not herself. With the thought of Cadwarra’s soapy fingers washing her labia then slipping inside her, she climaxed, enjoying Diamander and the other men watching her.