The moonbloom patch lay three hours northeast of Crestfall—deep in the Whispering Glade, a stretch of old-growth forest where the trees grew so tall they formed a near-continuous canopy. Sunlight reached the floor only in thin, shifting needles; the air stayed cool and damp even at midday. Moss carpeted everything. Fallen logs sprouted brackets of pale fungi. And everywhere—quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that made the hair on your arms stand up.
Seline led the way, staff tapping roots, eyes scanning the understory.
"Moonbloom only opens at true dark," she said over her shoulder. "We harvest by lantern light. Don't step on anything that glows before then."
Elara followed—pack heavy with empty glass vials, a small sickle, and the obsidian phallus Seline had used last night still tucked discreetly inside a rolled blanket. She wore practical clothes today: loose trousers tucked into boots, a fitted tunic that laced up the front, hair braided tight against her neck. The Verdant Veil collar still circled her throat—Veyra had let her keep it for the trip, promising it would come off only when Elara willed it. The silver felt warm against her skin, a constant low hum of sensitivity.
Arousal sat at 47%—steady, patient. Waiting.
They reached the glade just as the last daylight bled away.
A small clearing opened—ringed by ancient oaks. In the center: a carpet of low, silver-leaved plants. Tiny buds—closed tight—already beginning to shimmer with inner light.
Seline dropped her pack.
"We wait."
They built no fire—too much risk of drawing attention. Instead they sat on a fallen log, shared dried meat and hard cheese, passed a waterskin back and forth.
As full dark settled, the moonbloom opened.
Petals unfurled—pale violet, glowing soft blue at the edges. The whole clearing lit like a carpet of fallen stars. Beautiful. Hypnotic.
Seline handed Elara the sickle.
"Cut at the base. Don't crush the petals. Vial immediately."
They worked in silence—kneeling side by side—clipping stems, sealing glass. The glow reflected off Elara's skin, turned her auburn hair almost silver.
Half an hour in—movement at the clearing's edge.
Three figures stepped from the trees.
Two men—one tall and broad, leather armor patched with rivets; the other slimmer, hooded, bow slung across his back. One woman—short-cropped black hair, scarred cheek, dagger belt heavy with pouches.
All carried harvest satchels.
The tall man raised a hand—peaceful.
"Easy. We're here for the same flowers."
Seline stood slowly—staff in hand, tip faintly glowing.
"Patch is big enough. We don't mind sharing… if the price is right."
The woman—clearly the leader—smiled. Sharp teeth glinted.
"Coin's light this season. But we've got other currency."
Her eyes slid to Elara—lingering.
Seline glanced sideways.
Elara felt the familiar heat crawl up her spine.
Seline's voice stayed casual.
"What kind of currency?"
The tall man chuckled.
"We've been on the trail two weeks. No company. No relief. Your girl looks… generous."
The hooded archer spoke—quiet voice, almost shy.
"We'd settle for a night's entertainment. Share the bloom evenly after."
Seline considered.
Elara's pulse thundered.
She nodded—small, almost imperceptible.
Seline turned back.
"Deal. One hour. Everyone walks away happy. No blades. No ropes unless she asks."
The woman grinned.
"Agreed."
They spread blankets in the center of the clearing—moonbloom glowing all around like living lanterns.
Elara knelt in the middle—tunic unlaced, trousers loosened.
The woman—named Kael—stepped forward first.
"Pretty thing," she murmured. "On your back."
Elara lay down—blanket soft under her.
Kael straddled her hips—leaned down—kissed her hard. Tongue demanding. Hands roaming—cupping breasts, pinching nipples through fabric until Elara arched.
Kael stripped her own shirt—small, firm breasts, dark nipples already hard.
"Touch me."
Elara's hands rose—cupped, squeezed, thumbs circling.
Kael moaned—low.
Then slid down—yanked Elara's trousers off.
Spread her thighs.
Lowered her head.
Tongue—rougher than Seline's—licked a broad stripe.
Elara gasped.
Kael ate her—hungry, no teasing. Sucking the clit hard. Two fingers plunging in—curling.
Elara's hips bucked.
Kael added a third—stretched her.
Elara came—sharp, sudden—thighs clamping around Kael's head.
Kael lifted her face—chin shining.
"Sweet."
She moved up—straddled Elara's face.
"Return the favor."
Elara licked—eager now.
Kael rode her tongue—grinding, moaning—until she came with a muffled curse, thighs trembling.
Then the men.
The tall one—named Gav—knelt first.
Cock thick—already leaking.
Elara took him in her mouth—slow, deep.
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No gag.
She hollowed her cheeks—sucked.
Gav groaned—hand in her hair.
He didn't last—came down her throat with a low growl.
She swallowed—every drop.
The archer—Lir—next.
Slimmer. Nervous.
Elara gentled him—slow licks, soft sucks—until he spilled across her tongue—shuddering.
Then they wanted more.
Gav lifted her—set her on all fours.
Kael slid underneath—face between Elara's thighs—licking again.
Gav behind—cock rubbing between her cheeks.
Not entering.
Just teasing.
The head nudged her rim—slick with her own arousal and Kael's spit.
Elara tensed—then relaxed.
Gav pressed—a finger first—shallow.
Elara moaned—into Kael's pussy.
Gav added a second—slow scissor.
Pleasure—strange, full, overwhelming.
Kael licked harder—clit throbbing.
Elara came again—ass clenching around fingers, mouth full of Kael's taste.
Gav withdrew—slow.
Then Lir took his place—cock sliding between her cheeks—hot, slick.
No penetration.
Just rutting—tip bumping her rim with every thrust.
Elara pushed back—wanting more.
Lir groaned—came across her lower back—hot ropes.
Gav finished on her ass—thick, warm.
Kael crawled up—kissed her messy—then licked the cum from her skin—slow, deliberate.
Seline watched the whole time—staff across her lap—eyes dark.
When it ended—the strangers sated, breathing hard—Seline stood.
"Bloom's split. Fair."
The woman—Kael—nodded.
"Pleasure doing business."
They gathered their half—left quietly into the trees.
Silence returned.
Seline walked over—knelt beside Elara.
"You're a mess," she said softly.
Elara laughed—shaky.
"I liked it."
Seline wiped cum from her back—gentle.
"I know."
She helped Elara sit—pulled her into her lap.
Kissed her—slow, claiming.
"You're getting dangerous," Seline murmured. "Taking fingers in your ass like that. Begging for more."
Elara shivered.
"I want more."
Seline's hand slid between her thighs—found her still dripping.
"Later," she promised. "When we're alone."
They packed the moonbloom—vials glowing softly in the dark.
Then built a small, shielded fire—far enough from the road no one would see.
Blankets spread.
Seline stripped them both—slow.
Laid Elara on her stomach—pillow under her hips.
Kissed down her spine—lingering on every mark.
Reached her ass—spread her cheeks.
Tongue—warm, insistent—circled the rim.
Elara moaned—pushing back.
Seline licked—slow, deep—until Elara trembled.
Then one finger—lubed with oil from her pack—pressed in.
Slow.
Deep.
Elara hissed—pleasure edged with burn.
Seline paused—kissed the small of her back.
"Breathe."
Elara did.
Seline moved—gentle thrusts—then curled.
Found a spot inside that made Elara see stars.
She added a second finger—scissored.
Elara rocked back—wanting.
Seline reached around—rubbed her clit.
Dual sensation—overwhelming.
Elara came—hard—ass clenching, pussy gushing onto the blanket.
Seline held her through it—fingers still inside.
Then withdrew—slow.
Kissed her neck.
"Next time," she whispered, "my strap. Or a real cock. Whatever you beg for."
Elara turned—pulled Seline down—kissed her fierce.
"Soon."
They curled together—fire low.
Moonbloom vials glowing beside them.
Stars overhead.
And inside Elara—the hunger had new edges.
Sharp.
Eager.
Ready.
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Elara closed her eyes—Seline's arm around her waist.
Tomorrow—Crestfall again.
Then farther north.
More roads.
More strangers.
More everything.
She smiled into the dark.
She couldn't wait.