Lalita sighed as Kali licked her from behind, her tongue softly explored her. The feeling of Kali's strong hands on her thighs sent shivers throughout her body, her dress hiked up over her hips. The leaves rustled in the soft breeze as she leant against the rough bark, she chewed on her finger to quiet the noises she was making. Kali’s mouth devoured her, licking her roughly – making her cock throb. Her breath caught in her throat when Kali massaged her – her hand wrapping around her shaft, stroking it. Her hips bucked at the ministrations of her lover, her tongue entering her. 

Lalita’s body was on fire, she clutched the front of her dress; tucking it into her belt. She did not want to soil her clothing. Spreading her legs further, her hands spread her cheeks so could go deeper. Her face burned as she gasped and groaned at Kali’s skilled tongue. 

Kali pulled back, taking a deep breath, her strokes becoming more deliberate, her fingers teasing her head. “Spread them further.” 

Lalita’s fingers went to her entrance, stretching herself open. Kali let out a pleased huff before leaning back in. “Good girl.” Her tongue re-entered her, reaching further than before. A loud moan escaped Lalita, her breathing laboured – her knees threatened to give out, her growing need for release becoming urgent. Muttering her approval under her breath, she trembled as Kali pumped her. A strangled moan escaped her, her hips jerking – her seed hitting the tree trunk.

Inhaling sharply, she pushed Kali’s head away from her, letting out a breath of relief. She licked her top lip and glanced at the kneeling woman, her cheeks coloured. She inhaled sharply as Kali continued to caress her. 

“I’m done.” 

Kali let go of her and moved back. She stood, brushing the dust from her clothing. Lalita un-tucked her dress, letting it fall around her ankles. Turning to face the tall woman, she placed her hand on her chest, tiptoeing; she gave her a peck, getting a brief taste of herself.

Walking into the village, Kali glanced at Lalita who looked hopeful at the sign of civilization. She had a bounce in her step. Since Kali had saved her from her kidnappers they had been travelling together for a number of weeks; the early days spent camping whilst Lalita’s blistered feet healed. 

People moved out of their way as Kali walked past them, some leaving the area entirely. She paid them no mind, they were not bothering her and Lalita seemed oblivious to it – excitedly tugging on her arm and pointing at the bakers.

“What?” 

“I want something sweet,” Lalita excitedly said. Kali hummed in response that it was almost the end of the day, so if she was lucky they’d be able to purchase something for cheap. 

The bell rang as they both entered the shop. A sweaty baker looked up at Kali, his cheery greeting faltered.

“Gree – greetings. What can I do for ya’?” Kali pointed at the custard tarts.

“Two of them, a dozen biscuits and a loaf of rye bread.” 

“Anything else?” 

“No." Kali felt a sharp tug on her sleeve, sighing she looked down at the woman that seemed to be trying her patience. 

“What?”

“I want that fruit tart,” whispered Lalita, hiding behind Kali. Her eyebrow twitched – staring at her she turned her attention to the item. A pang of annoyance ran through her as she looked at the peach tart. The season for them had passed. 

“And that fruit tart.” 

Kali grumbled, leaving the bakery with her purchases. The fruit tart had cost more than the biscuits combined and custard tarts. Approaching the town's leather worker, scrunching her nose at the smell. She struck up a conversation with the tanner and asked if she had any sturdy walking boots for the small woman in her company. Kali spent some time bartering with them until she was able to bring the price down to something reasonable. 

“Try those on.” Lalita stared at the shoes for a moment, inspecting their quality, they were plain. Untying her leather slippers, she removed them and put on the boots. She stepped around them, and nodded at Kali, letting her know they were good.

“They fit well?” 

“Yes.” Lalita smiled widely at her. Kali blinked, turning to settle she felt her coin purse lighten. She spent the next few hours procuring her travel companion items to make her life more comfortable on the road – she now owned her own cloak; which meant she could finally have her own red cloak back. Stopping by the smithy’s she inspected the craftsmanship, a brooch caught her eye but she turned her attention onto their blades. A concealed dagger, or a knife for Lalita would be good on the road. Picking up a blade, she felt the heft of it, it wasn’t too heavy but it was weighty enough to give a confident grip, it was simple in design, practical even. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Lalita staring through at the general goods store as if something had excited her there. 

Calling out to the empty area of the smithy, someone came out to serve her. She exchanged a few simple enchantments with the blacksmith for the dagger and a new brooch with a simple pattern engraved around the edges. Leaving, she stood behind Lalita, and tried to look at what had her interest. Not spotting it, she spoke up.

“Shall we get a meal and room?”

Lalita jumped in surprise, placing her hand over her heart, turning to face her. 

“Kali! Don’t frighten me like that.” She turned to look back at the shop, gripping Kali’s hand she lead her to the window 

“Look Kali, isn’t it beautiful,” Lalita sighed, staring dreamily at an expensive looking mirror. 

“I’m not getting that.” Lalita pouted at her, as if trying to change her mind. Walking away, she moved to the inn on the edge of town, The Sleeping Boar. Glancing over her shoulder she saw that Lalita was trailing after her, even if it was with a strop. 

Entering the inn, people stared at her. Ignoring them she moved to a corner and sat at an empty table. The barmaid placed a tankard before her, filling it. 

“You eating?” 

“Yeah, two meals.” Kali took a large sip of her ale. She placed her coin on the table, which the barmaid took immediately and left. There was a commotion behind her – some men getting excited as a whore entered the establishment. Nothing to do with her, she was going to enjoy her drink, eat a hot meal, then retire for the evening. 

Her tankard thudded on the table – reaching the end of her drink, she began to wonder where Lalita had gotten too. The town was relatively safe, so there should not be any trouble. Looking around, Kali had to do a double take when she saw the small woman uncomfortably sat between a group of men. A pit formed in her stomach as she watched them put their hands on her. Lalita looked at her with wide eyes