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A small sound rang through the woods, so out of place it shocked the goblin patrol to a halt: a hiccup.
Damays's eyes went wide. A moment later, Nymessa slammed her hand over his mouth, glancing back over her shoulder at the patrol. They stood, ears twitching.
In unison, the tiefling scouts ducked. Between her tail and her free hand Nymessa signed, "We need to leave."
Damays nodded and hiccuped again. Slowly a goblin turned towards them. As one, they ducked further into the bush, tucking up behind a rock.
"Why do you hiccup so loudly?" Nymessa hissed.
"I can't help it," Damays said. "You know I—hyiCCU—!"
Her hand slammed over his mouth again. The goblins were spreading out.
"We can't sneak past with you hiccuping. I know how to cure them," she signed, then whispered. "Rectal massage."
"What?!" Even Damays's fingers were surprised.
"Pants off," her tail ordered.
He shook his head.
"Come on, if you do this I'll let you see one boob."
After a moment, he signed, "Nipple?"
A nod, and he had his pants open, leaning back into the leaves. At camp, the two constantly butted heads, but alone, out here… They found things to connect on, so often that Nymessa knew where Damays kept his lube.
"Ready?" she signed, slowly pulling a soft, waxed glove over her hand. Damays swallowed. He had a thing for gloves.
At his nod, she pressed forward. Her slick finger traced one circle, two, then he hiccuped again, squeezing around her like a vice. Circle, circle—another hiccup.
"Let me do it," his fingers whined.
"We don't need two dirty hands."
"But you're bad at this!"
"Please, you'd be worse." She shoved her finger deeper, thumb against his perineum, assaulting his prostate from two sides. "How's that?"
"More—hyiCK—mmph!" Damays peeled his hand off his mouth and hissed, "You promised tits."
With a sigh, she opened the side of her armor and yanked up her shirt so one breast popped free.
Damays whispered, "How can something so nice be attached to such a frigid—mmph!"
Nymessa shoved his tail further into his mouth. "Keep quiet."
His eyes narrowed. He hooked his fingers into her armor, jerking her close to trace her nipple, stroke it, twist it, another competition between them. Whatever he did to her she did to his cock, until he panted and hiccuped in a helpless, muffled stream.
She shoved him backwards and yanked her pants down, burying his sounds between her legs. His split tongue stroked each side of her clit, coming together behind the tip and rubbing against its connection to her body. After a moment, Damays's tail found her opening, flexing to hit that pleasurable spot, thrusting into her as she stroked him. Determined to do better, although she kept one-upping him by bringing her fingers tight over the head and twisting down the flares on his shaft.
A goblin skulked by. She froze until it was gone.
"You think if they find us they'll let us finish?" she whispered. "Oh, maybe they'll watch."
Damays moaned, his voice nothing but vibrations against her clit. She played with him lazily, circling and teasing, letting her hand go loose when he rutted, switching between glove and skin on the head of his cock.
"We need to do this more often. I like you best like this." She ground back against him, squeezed so tightly his tail popped out. Another fight, then: to keep it in, to out fuck her.
He hiccuped. She added another finger, tapping and massaging his prostate. He mirrored her on her clit. Sweat shimmered on her forehead, her breath coming in muted pants, decades of scout training the only thing that kept her quiet. She arched her back, tail going high. Her mouth fell open in a silent moan.
He kicked once, fingers digging into her thighs.
Nymessa swallowed. Took a slow, shaky breath. Checked on the goblins, who had dispersed. Waited for…
Nothing.
Abruptly she stood, peeled off the glove and chucked it onto Damays's crotch.
"I'm not done," he whispered as she secured her armor.
"Yeah, you are. Your hiccups are cured. Come on, we need to get back."