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“Wait!”

The wooden cart slows, then stops, every single person inside peering almost as one toward where Jester is leaning halfway over the edge to point — past the rolling fields and rocky terrain of the foothills they’re making their way through, past the road that’s barely even a road, there’s something frothing white and blue, bubbling and swirling and steaming.

“Are those fucking hot springs?”

Beau’s baffled question is answered by a shrill squeal of excitement, Jester already jumping out of the cart to make a break for the water. Veth immediately scrambles after her, the two of them hooting and hollering in delight, and Fjord laughs at the sight before stepping down from the front with reins held loosely in one hand.

“I can tie the cart up,” he says, “you all go and have some fun — I’ll be there in a jiffy.”

Well, that’s sure as hell good enough for Beau. She drops down from the back and starts to head over, already undoing her sash where it ties at the front. There’s a trail of clothing pointing in that direction, Veth’s button jewelry safely settled on Jester’s hurriedly folded cloak the first little pile she comes across, and then the closer she gets the less carefully placed each article is, ending in Jester’s petticoats strewn on top of a particularly egg shaped rock that comes up to about Beau’s chest.

Beau steels herself while she still can, then takes in the view.

“Come on, Beau!” Jester calls, already sitting in the largest pool with Veth dipping her feet into the water beside her, and waves a dripping hand at her in blinding excitement. “It’s so warm!”

The swirling water comes up to the swell of her tits, just barely over where Beau thinks she might be able to barely see her nipples under the wet fabric of her chemise, and Beau swallows, removing her top as an excuse to look away for a second. It’s not like this is a new problem, Jester’s had spectacular tits since the very first day they met, but seeing them partially revealed like this — more than her normal outfits or underclothes when they’re sharing a room already do — never gets any fucking easier to handle. It’s just— they’re so big and they look so soft and Beau needs to touch them more than she needs, like… water, probably.

Which is exactly the fucking issue right now. Water.

Beau hops out of her shoes and pants and turns back around, chest wrapped and genitals covered and everything else exposed to the cool mountain air blowing in from the icy peaks miles away, weird as fuck when paired with the gentle steam rising from the pools around them. Jester is playfully splashing Veth’s calves, gentle little things that won’t really scare her but will make her shriek and kick water right back at Jester in retaliation, which just makes the rest of her chemise wet too, blue skin peeking through the thick straps over her otherwise bare, freckled shoulders. Fucking great.

“Okay, I’m coming in,” Beau announces, eyeing the depth as she walks over to the edge, and then she steps off and drops straight down into the pool, bending her knees and shutting her eyes just in time for the water to rush over her head.

The sudden muffling of sound from water rushing into her ears and the sudden warmth are startling for half a second before she adjusts, and then she remembers that springs like this are freshwater and won’t sting like a bitch and she opens her eyes.

There, just a few feet in front of her, are Jester Lavorre’s perfect fucking tits. They sway a little in the water every time shes moves, giggling above the surface — she could recognize Jester’s giggle without working ears, she swears she could, but all she can think of right now are Jester’s tits visible under her chemise, the curves of her hips, the fat on her stomach and sides, her thick thighs under her split drawers, and when she shifts and presses those beautiful thighs together Beau catches sight of the soft little bulge of her clit and sac hidden behind slightly transparent fabric, heat coursing through her at the full picture just out of reach.

“Beau?” It’s muffled through the water but she picks out Jester’s concern anyway, blinking and remembering oh, right, I need to breathe. She breaks the surface of the water gasping for air, Veth berating her for worrying them all and Caleb laughing from the unofficial clothing removal spot where all her shit is. She wipes the water from her face and blinks vigorously until she feels like she can open them again without dying, her hair dripping everywhere even though it’s still tied up in the usual topknot.

“Is it fun under there?” Jester asks.

“Uh… yeah. Super fun.”

Jester brightens even more than before, somehow. “Can I go down with you? Wait, let me take off all my horn jewelry first, just give me like… two minutes!”

The warmth in her cheeks while she nods and settles in to wait is totally from the water.

By the time Jester has all necessary jewelry set on a dry part of the rocky ground with Veth’s help, Caleb is in the water in his underpants and Caduceus is closing his eyes and sitting back in a separate, smaller pool nearby, leaving only Fjord left to catch up with them after the horse and cart are situated — Yasha hasn’t been seen in a few weeks, but after this long they all know she’ll turn back up eventually. Jester looks downright giddy, wiggling in place as she turns back to Beau, and it takes every fucking ounce of strength she has in her body to look at her shining grin instead of her swaying and jiggling tits.

“Okay,” Jester says, “ready?”

“I was born ready, let’s do this shit.”

“Three… two… one… go!”

The two of them duck under the water with their fingers pinching their noses, eyes shut tight. Her ears fill again, muffling Veth’s cheers above water and what sounds a lot like Fjord asking what he just missed.

Gathering her strength a little harder, Beau opens her eyes.

In front of her, Jester’s eyes are already open, bright and shining even in the swirling, bubbling water, and she smiles as wide as she can while keeping her mouth shut, waving her free hand in a silent hello. Beau waves back, smiling less wide but no less happily, and catches herself before her line of sight can trail too low.

Nope, she thinks sternly, not happening. You can be a horny lesbian once Jester isn’t nearly naked and wet all over and staring right at you.

Unfortunately, Horny Beau and Rational Beau don’t really get along and wow, looking lower is a great idea because however tantalizing her tits were when they were only half underwater they’re like… three times as spectacular now. Her chemise barely covers them as it sways, big and soft and blue blue blue, and yeah, she can totally make out where her nipples are through the soaked fabric, dark areolas that Beau really wants to suck.

Jester points upwards, signaling that she needs to breathe, and Beau nods, startled out of her totally appropriate appreciation. She sidles to her right, probably to make sure she doesn’t spray Veth when she comes up for air, and Beau pushes to the surface right before she does, sort of selfishly wanting to get there first just to watch her come up. When her face hits the air she sucks in a huge breath, water running down her face and out of her ears, and a seconds later there’s a weird, wet sounding noise. Then Jester shrieks and her head snaps to the sound, eyes flying open.

Jester’s chemise is halfway down her torso, clinging to her stomach as she lets out a surprised, high pitched laugh and tries pulling it back up. Beau stares, mouth agape, her eyes locked on Jester’s bare fucking tits as Jester pulls and tugs and—

A ripping noise cuts through the air and her chemise finally comes free from whatever it just have gotten stuck on under the water, which in turn overbalances Jester — leading her to flail desperately, trying to correct herself before she topples right back into the water with a laughing, “Wait!”

Beau rushes forward to save her, brain basically gone at this point, as Jester splashes into the water with the laughter of one chaotic fucking half naked Tiefling. She grabs Beau with warm hands when Beau gets close enough, wrapping her soft arms tight around her, and Beau tries very hard not to think about Jester’s bare tits pressed against her chest wraps even if she can feel them and see the tops of them in her periphery. It’s distracting as fuck but she’s not that much of a fucking pervert — she knows when to really not look.

“You okay?” she asks instead, breathless and refusing to examine exactly why. “What the fuck was that, Jessie?”

“It caught on a rock!” Jester gasps, breathless too but for actual normal reasons — even if Beau really, really wishes that wasn’t the case. “I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean to flash everyone!”

“It’s alright, Jester,” comes Caleb’s voice, soothing and audibly amused. Beau kind of wants to kick him in the magical nuts. “Should someone grab you something to cover up with?”

“That would be… really nice. I have another clean chemise in my bag?”

“I’ll get it!” Veth says, and darts away in the direction of the cart before anyone else can even think of volunteering, little water droplets flinging away from her feet and legs as she runs.

“This is so embarrassing,” Jester mourns, hugging Beau tighter and squishing her boobs even harder against Beau’s comparatively flat chest. Beau feels way too warm for this, and not just because of the water. “I hope it’ll be easy to mend, I liked that one!”

“I’m… sure it’ll be fine.” She pats Jester’s back a little, awkward and uncertain, and stares at Caleb over her head with a desperate expression. Caleb just laughs at her, silent so Jester can’t hear, and smiles benevolently before turning away to give Jester some privacy — which Fjord and Caduceus were already doing, because apparently Caleb has a sixth sense directly attuned to her suffering and loves secretly being the nosiest motherfucker in the Nein. She’s so gonna knee him in the dick later.

“Your savior returns!” Veth calls, back already, and waves a chemise around in one hand, the white fabric flapping behind her as she runs back. “Do you wanna get this one wet too?”

“Mhm!” Jester nods, reaching for it with one hand (the other one still wrapped around Beau’s back, because why would she ever catch a break?), but even with Veth leaning out as far over the water as she feels safe doing they're still too far away to make the handoff work. Jester looks up at Beau with a pleading expression, eyes going wide and soft and perfect lips settling into a pretty little pout.

“Fine. But only because your tits are out.”

“Oh thank you, Beau!”

Rolling her eyes, Beau sidesteps with Jester pressed up against her front until they’re close enough for her to grab her chemise, grumbling the entire time to hide how very incredibly happy she actually is with this entire situation. When Jester finally lets go she’s pretty sure her face falls a little, because Jester giggles cutely at her and smiles a reassuring smile, stepping away and immediately covering her chest with her arms and new chemise — but not quite fast enough to hide her soft, purple-ish nipples, the freckles gently dotting the skin of her tits, the way they squish together when her arms press against the sides, the deep valley between them that squishes and looks fucking heavenly from this close.

“Don’t worry,” Jester says, turning her back to put the new chemise on and take the ripped one off the rest of the way. Beau scrambles to look away, trying to force her rabbiting heart and the heat covering her entire fucking face to chill out. “I’ll cuddle with you tonight, you just had to ask!”

Fuck, Beau thinks, squeezing her eyes shut and willing Jester’s perfect fucking tits to stop covering every inch of her inner eyelids. That’s gonna go great.

That night, true to form, Jester sticks her bedroll right next to Beau’s and cuddles her to sleep.

Well, Jester sleeps. Beau can barely move but she’s wide fucking awake, staring up at the sky like maybe she can ignore the soft, squishy ball of warmth tucked against her and the soft sounds of breathing in her ear.

Yeah, no dice. She’s seeing clouds in the shape of tits and she thinks she’s discovered a new constellation in the shape of Jester’s cleavage, swaying and squishing and soft and pretty just like every other thing about Jester is, way prettier than Beau even if she doesn’t even want to be pretty — it’s the thought that counts, okay? And her thoughts are all Jester tonight: she’s thinking about Jester’s arm resting over her ribs like it belongs there, right under her own tiny tits; she’s thinking about how much she wishes she had just reached down and groped them while she had the chance even though she knows that would have been fucking terrible of her; she’s wondering if maybe Jester would just let her look sometime if she said some bullshit about it being normal for best friends to look at each other’s tits like they want to devour them.

Beau groans up at Catha’s pale, glowing face, shifting around a little to try to get comfortable, and freezes when the very tops of her inner thighs slide against each other way too easily. She’s fucking wet, already getting her own slick onto her thighs just from her fucking thoughts, and Jester’s head is literally pillowed on her shoulder while she turns herself on with every single inappropriate thought about Jester accidentally flashing the entire party her dumb, horny, incurably lesbian brain can muster.

She has to get out of here before she ruins their friendship.

Slowly and very, very gingerly, Beau lifts Jester’s arm off of her and turns Jester onto her back, pulling her blanket back up to her chin and grimacing when she mumbles something unintelligible in her sleep. She doesn’t wake up, though, just shifts around a little to find a comfier way to lay on the grass they chose for tonight — Beau breathes a sigh of relief and books it for the rocky area around the hot springs. Fjord is on watch for this part of the night, but she mimes stroking a cock at imaginary dick level and he quickly turns to face the opposite direction, green face flushing a deep brown. It’s not even like it’s the first time she’s done that to him, he’s just always awkward about it. Beau thinks he probably just needs to get laid more. That’ll totally fix it, right?

Unless he gets laid with Jester — then Beau will be too jealous of him to hope that fixes it.

Instead of just being sort of rocky in a flat way, the area around the hot springs is filled with outcroppings of freestanding stone formations on a rocky floor, almost like a forest of tree trunks or a maze — some parts of the formations end at her knees, some at her waist, and some are taller than Caduceus. It’s honestly a miracle Jester even managed to spot the springs through all of that, but she did and Beau is really fucking glad she did. Everyone else loved them too, for a variety of reasons, though probably all a lot less perverted than Beau’.

She steps around the large pool most of them had started in, glancing around until she finds this weird little spot that almost looks like a chair — a short little bit of rock right up against a wide, tall bit, all totally hidden from where the Mighty Nein set up camp for the night. She sits before she can second guess herself, checking that no one followed her and that she can’t see any of them from this angle — she can’t, thank fuck — before unwrapping her sash just enough to get to the laces at the front of her pants.

Fuck, everything about this feels so wrong. It’s not like this is her first time getting turned on by someone who isn’t into her, it’s not even like this is her first time touching herself and picturing Jester to get herself going, but Jester didn’t exactly choose to go full tits-out on everyone when her chemise got stuck. Jester didn’t choose to press her bare tits against Beau’s chest with only her wraps between them, holding her close and looking up at her with those pretty blue eyes.

Her hindbrain thinks it’s hot as fuck anyway, obviously warmth traveling through her body as she leans back the rest of the way and closes her eyes. The stone isn’t cold, the steam from the springs around her keeping the chill away, but she honestly probably wouldn’t care even if it was. It might have actually helped her, because she knows for a fact that by the time she’s done here she’s gonna be sweaty either way.

Whatever. She’ll deal with that later. For now she just slips her hand under her pants’ laces, down the front of her stomach, until her fingertips meet short hair and she bites her lip between her teeth to try to remind herself to keep it quiet. Stone is great at echoing, and she really doesn’t want to make Fjord too embarrassed to look at her — or even worse, to wake someone up.

She slides her fingers lower, her skin warm beneath her pants, and then she glances against exactly the spot she’s looking for — it’s already slick, her fingertips sliding right over it and making her hiss with pleasure. It’s rigid with arousal and probably flushed if she wanted to look, the tiny dose of masculinizing potion she takes from the extra Caleb makes for himself making it bigger and — in her humble, totally unbiased opinion — much better.

She rubs a slow circle over it with a few fingers, then another — she doesn’t want to rush into things, even if she’s already slick and hard and raring to go. Traveling with so many people all the time makes it pretty fucking hard to take time for herself like this. She wants to savor it so she will, whatever it fucking takes. Her fingers continue gentle circles over her clit, the pace and pressure teasing — too little to get her off quickly, but perfect for winding her up and adding to the wetness between her legs. It’s great, easy to fall into a rhythm given how many times she’s done this same exact thing to herself before, but it’s not perfect. It’s missing something, though, something that’s just out of reach, that little edge that will make it really good.

Jester’s tits flash through her mind, swaying beneath the water when she first ducked under it, and she moans aloud before she can stop herself, her thighs falling further apart and her hips tilting into her touch. It’s hard to believe she got so caught up in starting to fuck herself that she actually forgot about why she had to come out here in the first place, hot and bothered and wet without even fucking touching herself — as embarrassing as that is — all because Jester’s tits are so fucking pretty.

Jester’s tits are perfect in every way Beau can think of, so clearly they’re perfect for this, too.

Her fingers speed up on her clit as she lets her mind really go for it, heat coursing under her skin with every pass. She would give up life in the Cobalt Soul just to play with Jester’s tits for an hour, to squeeze them in her hands, to caress their soft curves, to gently pinch her nipples between forefinger and thumb and make Jester squeak. She would like gentle shit, right? Probably. Beau thinks she would.

Beau would be so fucking gentle for her.

Her other hand slides low, slipping into her pants and then past her circling fingers until she hits real wetness and her eyes fly open, realizing she’s basically fucking dripping. She thinks she hears something almost like a gasp amongst the ambience, but it’s not like she actually went very far from where basically every single friend she has are all sleeping together in a cozy little circle around a small fire — and, honestly, it was probably just herself. She really, really needs to be quieter if she’s gonna avoid waking them up — she knows this isn’t the loudest she’s going to get before she’s done here.

Better safe than sorry, right? She removes her fingers from her clit to unwrap her sash the rest of the way and stuff part of it into her mouth, biting down and feeling the makeshift gag settle into place with a quiet groan. She’s always liked shit like this, getting gagged or tied down or just used, but it’s hard to really do stuff like that when your only company is your hands most of the time.

Forget about Fjord, she really needs to get laid. Like, as soon as fucking possible, because this is kind of ridiculous. A gag getting more slick on her fingers? Not even a good one, not even with someone else, just her own fucking clothing? Jeez.

She closes her eyes again and tucks her hand back down into her pants, resuming the circles that were working so well before, while the other hand sorta just… feels out how wet she really is. The answer is a lot, so much she’s actually kinda worried about her pants now, but that’s something that Rational Beau can deal with later — Horny Beau just thinks that this means she should totally slide her fingers lower and carefully slip her index finger into her entrance, feeling her way inside until the knuckles of her other fingers meet slick skin. She’s just as wet inside as she is on the surface and hot, almost fucking burning up.

She’s also definitely loose enough for another finger.

She slides the first one back out, breathing hard already, and then slides both her index and middle fingers in with a moan, immediately really fucking glad for the gag. She wishes they were Jester’s fingers, chubby and clever as fuck and probably great at this kind of stuff, but Jester doesn’t like her the same way she likes Jester and she never will, because Beau is the kind of unlucky fucker to fall in love with a straight girl. A really cute straight girl. Her really cute straight girl best friend with the best fucking tits she has ever seen, and she’s seen a lot of fucking tits in her life.

But it’s fine. Really. Because she can still imagine Jester’s nipples poking up under her chemise as she pumps two fingers in and out of herself. She can still imagine Jester’s tongue just barely poking out through her teeth as she concentrates on fingering Beau like she wishes was happening right now, both cute as fuck and hot as fuck. She can still imagine Jester clinging to her, topless and dripping, catching Beau staring and saying in whatever cute version of a sultry tone she would have, “You can touch them, Beau. I want you to.”

“Fuck,” Beau whimpers, muffled into the gag but still probably more audible than it should be, her thighs clenching together so tightly she can’t even move her fingers, stuck buried inside her as she tries to breath through the rush of arousal. She spreads her legs wide again and resumes fingering herself, tilting her head back and moaning into her sash as she starts to rub her clit as fast as she can. She just wants to come now, with everything she has, her imagination spurring her on so suddenly that she feels like she could come twice and still not be ready to go back to sleep.

The pleasure grows, wave after wave, as she fucks herself with two fingers and rubs her clit like this is the only thing she wants right now because it is. She feels something else building too, wet, expanding within her like it’s going to explode, but they’re familiar sensations so she doesn’t pay attention to them, too fucking horny and too fucking close to do any thinking right now.

She just thinks about caressing and squeezing Jester’s tits, nosing at the soft skin, and then taking a soft, sensitive nipple into her mouth and sucking.

That’s what tips her over the edge, shouting into her gag and screwing her eyes shut as she pistons her fingers into herself as fast as she can and rubs her clit just as fast. The shout turns into a moan, hips bucking into the air again and again and again, and then a fucking squeal as wetness bursts out of her cunt and thoroughly soaks the crotch of her pant and just keeps going and going. She’s squirting with her pants still on but she doesn’t fucking care because it feels so fucking good to come like this and imagine it’s Jester who got her here, gasping for air around the gag as it lasts for what feels like ages before finally trailing off.

Her fingers slow down, both in her cunt and on her clit, as she breathes in and out through shuddering gasps, little aftershocks from her clit making her hips twitch and clit jump and quiet moans escape her throat. That was good, leaving her sated and relaxed and so delirious from full-body pleasure she almost misses the muffled little moan a dozen feet away.

Almost.

Beau’s eyes fly open, going straight from fucked out to alert and on guard as she scans for the source. She doesn’t have night vision like some of the others do but she is perceptive, so when she sees a shape peeking out from behind a nearby rock formation and opens her mouth to shout she notices a critical detail and—

“Esthuh?”

Shit, wait, sash gag. She curses into it a little, almost going cross eyed from trying to glare down at it, and rips it out of her mouth with the hand that was, until about three seconds again, lazily stroking her clit through pleasant aftershocks.

The shock feels a lot less pleasant now.

“Jester?” she hisses, the second try working out a lot fucking better than the first, but when she looks back in that direction the shape is gone and she would think she was just imagining things if not for the fact that she doesn’t fucking know what Jester sounds like when she moans. She can imagine it, sure, but that wasn’t quite how she has imagined it and besides, she was already done coming — she didn’t need to.

She tries again, gentler, because even if she feels like throwing up at the thought of Jester watching her touch herself she needs to figure this shit out somehow, needs answers, and if nothing else she knows Jester loves soft things. She can do soft.

“Jester?”

Nothing.

Grimacing at her thoroughly soaked crotch, Beau stands up from the wet rock, hurriedly tying her sash back around her waist without even bothering to lace her pants back up. She heads over to where she had seen the faint outline of curly hair and a single curling horn peering at her and turns the corner, not sure what to expect.

What she finds is Jester sitting at the foot of it, her back pressed hard against the gray rock, her eyes wide and panicked and her hands clasped over her mouth, wearing only what she had gone to sleep in — chemise, drawers, socks because she’s a heathen — and her cozy woolen cloak. She looks up at Beau and her eyes manage to open even fucking wider. Beau is so lucky Catha is full and the sky is mostly clear.

“I’m so sorry,” Jester whispers, staring up at her with a downright pitiful expression of guilt and shame. “I didn’t mean to— I wasn’t— I—”

“You were watching me jerk off,” Beau says, faint and confused. There’s a pit in her stomach, gnawing and growing with every passing second, and it’s taking everything he has to wait for Jester to explain herself before resorting to the anger she wants to bring out as a shield against her mortification.

“...Yeah.”

“Why?”

I…” Jester trails off and finally looks away, pursing her lips like she does when she wants to cry. “I woke up when you left, and I didn’t know why, so I followed you just to make sure you were okay and then…”

“Why the fuck did you stay?” Jester flinches a little and Beau immediately regrets her tone, wincing and crouching down to be on her level. “Sorry, I— Sorry. I’m just really fucking confused, okay?”

“No, you’re right. I should’ve gone right back to bed.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because I didn’t want to.” Jester looks away, ashamed, just in time to miss the confusion growing on Beau’s face. “I’m sorry, I know it was wrong of me, you just…”

Silence again. Beau can’t even ask what she “just” was, too busy staring at Jester like she’s never seen her before in her life.

“You looked really good,” Jester finishes. The words are directed right at her knees, and she shifts where she sits a little, almost like she’s—

Like she’s fucking rubbing her thighs together.

“You’re straight.”

“What?” Now it’s Jester turn to stare in confusion, her entire face scrunching up at the accusation. “No I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not, Beau.” Despite the rest of the conversation Jester giggles a little, the silliness of the sudden argument catching up to her. It’s more soothing than Beau would like to admit. “Gosh, did you think I only like guys this entire time?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Well… I don’t. I like girls too. And probably other people, I don’t know. I haven’t really gotten that far yet?”

“Wait, but you— so you’ve gotten far enough to— you’ve liked a girl?”

Jester nods, but this time she doesn’t say anything in response, looking away again. An awkward few seconds pass, Beau hoping they can get this over with soon so she can get out of these fucking pants.

“Jessie?”

“I was so stupid,” Jester finally says, which really doesn’t help make Beau any less confused. She lets out a pretty damn self-flagellating giggle, impressive out of context and fucking heart wrenching in it. “I knew I liked Fjord since forever ago but it took me until now to realize that I like you too.”

Beau’s heart leaps — and so does her low self esteem when it comes to her clearly unreciprocated lesbianism. “You— what? Me? Jessie, you don’t have to, like… lie to make me feel better. It’s fine.”

“I’m not lying to you. I didn’t realize I liked you before but I do, and I have for a long time, I was just— I knew what liking boys felt like because it was always so clear in the books I read, okay? And liking girls wasn’t.”

“So… what, you watching me jerk off made you realize you like me?”

Jester’s cheeks, already purple, get a shade darker. She nods. Privately, Beau thinks she’s probably about to actually explode. Like, physically. Right now. Immediately.

“And you— you liked it?” Now it’s Beau’s turn to get even quieter than necessary, feeling like she can barely breathe. She catches Jester’s thighs shifting again and swallows thickly, staring down at the faint blue she can see beneath the not-fully-opaque fabric of Jester’s drawers. She really wants to know how wet she is.

“Yeah.” Jester breathes in. “I liked it a lot. Is that— how weird is that?”

“Kinda weird,” Beau laughs, shaky, and shuffling a little closer. It’s awkward, crouched down like this with her crotch cold and wet, but she genuinely doesn’t fucking care anymore. “But like, not weird enough for me to care. Fuck, Jessie. Did it, like, actually turn you on? Did I turn you on?”

Jester giggles, hiding her hands in her face and peering at Beau through her fingers. “You definitely turned me on. I even, um…”

“You even what?”

“I touched myself a little. Watching you.”

Beau’s lips are pressing against Jester’s before she can even think twice about what the fuck she’s doing, firm and insistent but not rough, her hand cupping the back of her head so she won’t hit it against the unyielding rock behind her. Jester makes a surprised noise like a squeak, muffled against her lips, and Beau leans back just enough to stare into her eyes. They’re wide as fuck and glittering a little but she doesn’t look scared — the opposite, more like.

“Please say I can touch you,” Beau breathes, “I’ll make you feel so fucking good, I promise, please just let me—”

“Beau, you can touch me.”

Beau dives right back in, kissing Jester’s lips like it’s her only goal here — it isn’t, it so fucking isn’t, but Jester literally didn’t even realize she liked Beau until a few minutes ago. She has to be patient, has to be gentle like she’s always wanted to be for her. She has to make this the best for Jester because she fucking deserves it and Beau will never accept anything different.

The first moan Jester lets out feels like a rush, makes Beau hyper aware of her body and where all of her limbs are and how her pants are a mess — how she’s a mess. She opens her mouth in time with her, slipping her tongue in just past her perfect lips, and Jester moans a little louder, spurring her on. She tastes like powdered sugar and a dozen different fruits all at once. Wiping her other hand on the side of her pants to remove any remaining wetness from before, she gingerly raises it to rest against one of Jester’s tits, still slowly exploring her mouth. Jester makes an encouraging noise, smiling against her lips, and when a cool hand settles over Beau’s and pushes a little she groans and gently gropes what she can hold.

It’s perfect. It’s even better than she had imagined now that it’s real, heavy and full against her hand even with a chemise over it. She cups the lower curve, feeling it out as thoroughly as she can, and when her fingertips brush against a pebbled nipple she realized with a start that she isn’t even kissing Jester anymore, just has their lips pressed together while every single little bit of her brain focuses on fondling Jester’s perfect fucking tit.

“Sorry, sorry,” she says, a little breathless, leaning back to stare down at Jester’s tits and brush her thumb across her nipple. The sound Jester makes is heavenly. “I— Can I take this off? Is that okay?”

“My chemise?”

“Yeah. Please?”

“Okay, but I’m gonna get cold if we stay right here, this rock isn’t super warm.”

“Shit, uh… okay, we can move? Like, what if we get in one of the pools?” Beau gives Jester what she really fucking hopes is a winning smile, awkward through it may be, and judging by the way she giggles and grins back it seems like a success. “I need to get back in anyway, I— well, I guess you saw?”

“I saw,” Jester confirms, nodding rapidly. “It was really hot. Do you think I could do that sometime?”

Beau stands up again and offers her hands to Jester, squeezing them and helping her up like an absolute fucking gentleman. “What, squirt?”

“Yeah, when I get a pussy.”

Beau’s knees go a little weak. “You’re gonna get a pussy? When?”

“Soon! I don’t know exactly when, it’s not like I hate my clit and stuff, but Caleb can make me one if I make sure he knows exactly what I want it to look like and feel like and stuff so I’ve been thinking about what I want. Squirting would be cool.”

The closest pool is the large one from before, but it’s visible from where they set up camp — Beau veers toward a small one to the left instead. The space low in her gut really like the sound of Jester with a pussy. Would she shave? Would she use magic to avoid even needing to? Would she let Beau taste?

“Beau? Beauuu, you’re getting distracted — we’re already here!”

Beau blinks out of fantasy and comes face to face with reality — an even better reality than she could have ever hoped for a few hours ago, to be specific, with Jester holding one of her hands and slowly lifting the hem of her chemise with the other. She quickly sends a prayer to whatever deities will listen and offers Jester another smile, noticeably more uncertain than the last.

“Cool. Cool. I guess we should, uh… get undressed?”

“I don’t really want to get my clothes wet again,” Jester says, pulling her chemise the rest of the way off, facing Beau so there’s no way she can avoid looking without being super obvious about it. Then she drops her chemise on the stony ground, and holy fuck. It should be illegal to look like that, right? To have such perfect fucking tits on such a pretty body? To have such big, round, pretty nipples that pebble and harden under her gaze? Jester wraps her arms around her torso and all it does is raise her tits higher, squishing together until Beau thinks she’s about to fucking drool.

“I wanna fuck your tits so badly,” she breathes, and watches Jester squeak and go even purpler with lust in her eyes and heat simmering in her core. “Fuck, Jess, you’re so fucking pretty. How are you so fucking pretty?”

“Genetics, I guess?” Jester giggles, shy and bashful, and gestures vaguely at Beau with one pretty hand. “Are you gonna… that doesn’t really look super comfortable, you know.”

“Shit, no, yeah, I’ll— Right.” Beau practically scrambles to unwrap her sash again, drops her pants without any fancy teasing or anything, and then wrestles herself out of everything else, too — it’s not hard, it’s just that she feels like she can’t move her fingers right with Jester’s eyes on her, focusing hard on herself just so that she won’t see Jester watching and lose her nerve.

She still can’t believe Jester likes girls. Fuck that, she still can’t believe Jester likes her.

She looks up, fully naked, and feels her brain stall at the sight in front of her.

Jester is beautiful. She’s all soft curves and rolls, gentle blue skin with scattered freckles like constellations or splattered paint from a paintbrush. Her drawers are in a pile with her chemise, both of them fully naked now, and Beau feels heat creep up her neck as she takes in the sight between her legs. Her clit is bigger than Beau’s but it’s still small, soft and squishy looking, her similarly small sac just barely visible behind it, and it’s all smooth and hairless, either through magic or through— no, definitely through magic, Beau would have noticed if Jester was shaving that often.

“You’re so pretty,” Beau whispers, faint and helpless, and carefully settles a hand on the dip of Jester’s waist. Her skin is just as soft as it looks, and the fat there is so tempting she can’t help but squeeze softly, delighting in the feeling of it under her fingers. “Jessie…”

Jester kisses her again. It’s even softer this time, Jester taking the lead and guiding her through something so slow and gentle she feels torn between crying and moaning, and it’s basically all she can do to match her breath for breath. Jester’s tongue slides across her lips and she moans, breathy and as quiet as she can make it. Has Jester done this before? It’s so good.

“So are you,” Jester breathes against her lips, a soft hand stroking her cheek. Beau squeezes her eyes shut and leans into it. “Pretty and handsome and so sweet all the time even if you pretend you aren’t. I really wish I had realized I liked you earlier.”

“Hey.” Beau’s cheeks are hot, but she doesn’t look away, just kisses her again and gently tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. “Better late than never, right?”

“Right,” Jester agrees, and tugs them both into the water. It’s warm but not quite as warm as the pool they had used earlier, more of a pleasant sort of lukewarm as it laps at their waists — too warm to shiver in, but too hot to overheat in. Beau is probably gonna overheat anyway, honestly, but she isn’t worried about it. That’s the whole point of shit like this — feeling as warm as possible and as good as possible — and she’s gonna do her absolute fucking best to make sure both of them are sweating a little by the end.

Then Jester pulls her into another kiss, still weirdly, unfamiliarly gentle and really fucking hot, and Beau’s hands are guided by the wrists until one is on each of Jester’s tits and holy fucking shit they’re even better without her chemise. They’re even more perfect than she always knew they were, even softer than she knew they would be, and Beau can’t help herself — she squeezes them both, too big to fit in her hands, and feels her clit twitch at the breathy gasp Jester makes.

“You like that?”

“Yeah.” She removes her hands from Beau’s wrists and sets them on her waist instead, firm enough to definitely be for the support and the contact, and the feeling of soft thumbs smoothing back and forth against her skin makes her shiver. “They’re really sensitive right now.”

Is that so, Beau thinks, pulling back just enough to eye them. They’re absolutely fucking gorgeous, perfect, beautiful, and for the first time she has the opportunity to do what she’s wanted to do for what feels like her entire life — has the invitation to do it. Beau urges Jester further back until she’s standing on part of the pool’s floor that’s about a foot higher than where Beau stands, putting her at the perfect height for her to lean forward and press a kiss to the inner slope of one of her tits. Jester squeaks, shocked in what definitely sounds like a good way, and Beau wraps her arms around her waist to keep her steady, pressing another kiss to the other side to make sure her attention between the two stays more or less even — it just feels right.

Slowly, she kisses her way across each one in turn, feeling the soft, slightly cool skin against her lips as she works her way down and around. Eventually she winds up kissing the undersides, soft little pecks that make Jester shiver and squirm above her, before licking a slow path up to her nipple and drawing it into her mouth.

“Beau,” Jester gasps, and whines as Beau sucks a little, squirming harder. She presses forward into the attention and Beau moans against her nipple when she feels her clit nudge against her belly, plump with arousal — which only makes Jester whine a little more, soft vibration against a sensitive nipple definitely a fun time when Beau’s been on the receiving end of it. “Please keep doing that.”

“ ‘Course,” Beau breathes, literally only separating for long enough to say that one little syllable, and dives right back in. She sucks in steady, even bursts, Jester moaning above her in time with each one, and one arm unravels from around her thick waist so she can fondle the other breast at the same time. Each suck comes with a squeeze on the other side now, soft and insistent, and the sound of Jester whimpering at the different senses combining goes straight to her cunt.

Then her eyes nearly roll back in her head as Jester purposefully grinds against her stomach for the very first time.

“Fuck,” she gasps, pulling off to breathe through the dizzying wave of desire flooding through her. “Fuck, Jessie.”

“Was that okay?”

“That was great.” Beau looks up at her in awe, pupils blow wide with arousal — her thighs feel slick below the surface, and not just because of the water itself. “You could do whatever the fuck you wanted to me and I wouldn’t even care, Jess, I promise That as hot as fuck.”

“Okay, good.” Jester smiles, her breaths coming faster than before, and pride swells in Beau’s chest. She did that. She’s the one turning her on and making her feel good. “Can you hold me so I can do it better, then?”

“I thought I was already holding you?”

“No, like—” Jester cuts herself off and mimes Beau picking her up with her fingers, wrapping Hand Jester’s legs around Hand Beau’s torso. “Like this.”

Beau is curling her arms down under Jester’s ass before she’s even done speaking, drawing a sudden giggle of surprise out of her. She wraps her arms around Beau’s neck and she lifts with her hands on the high undersides of her thighs, the water helping immensely with whatever weight might elude her. She isn’t weak, isn’t anywhere near weak thanks to all the shit she does to keep her muscles in fit fighting shape, but Jester definitely isn’t light either, her curves and rolls hiding fucking impressive muscle beneath them. It would be easier for Jester to lift her instead, and she would be lying if she pretended like she’s never imagined Jester holding her down before, but she doesn’t want to be held and neither does Jester.

Thick legs wrap firmly around her waist, belying the strength within them, and Beau wades deeper until the water is lapping at her tits, helping them both stay firmly upright. The sensation of warm liquid sloshing over her nipples is weirdly arousing, maybe just because of how turned on she is right now, but not nearly as arousing as the feeling of Jester’s clit and sac pressed just above her belly button, shifting slightly against her skin as Jester gets comfortable.

“Good?” Beau asks, watching as Jester shifts a little more and lets out a breathy sigh, curling her arms a little closer around the back of Beau’s neck.

“Good. I can really, definitely grind against you?”

“Please.”

The first forward rock of her hips is tentative, like she still isn’t totally convinced it’s alright, but it pulls a quiet moan out of both of them and Jester’s eyes fill that final little bit with understanding, twinkling in the moonlight. She rocks her hips again, more sure this time, and Beau groans as she feels her clit slide up the skin of her stomach, slick with arousal even under the water, clutching her thighs a little tighter and muffling her next moan in Jester’s cleavage. Jester giggles through a moan, and as she finds a steady pace Beau struggles to catch her breath, pressing kisses to the deep valley between Jester’s tits where they’re squished against each other. She feels hot all over, horny as fuck just from the idea of a hot girl using her body to get off let alone the actual reality of it.

Did she die in her sleep? Is this the sexy, sexy afterlife? Beau definitely hasn’t done enough good to deserve an afterlife like this, but a life like this is even fucking better.

Traveling up this time instead of down, Beau kisses her way from Jester’s cleavage to her collarbones to her neck, sucking little purple bruises into whatever soft skin she can reach to make Jester moan even more. The water around them moves in time with her steadily rocking hips, and Beau can feel her own clit twitch every so often on a particularly nice slide. Pulse point found, she latches on and sucks in gentle bursts just like with her nipples, success blooming warm in her chest when Jester’s quiet moans rise in pitch and her steady rocking loses its rhythm a little.

Once there’s a pretty hickey there, standing out perfectly against her light blue skin, Beau makes her way back down again. For all that she wants to explore every inch of Jester’s body, she doesn’t actually know if this is gonna be a one time thing. If it is, then she wants to spend as much time as she can worshiping her tits like they deserve. She needs to make sure that she could die happy after tonight, even if Jester wants to do this again later. Just in case.

Adjusting her hands under Jester’s thighs so that one can come free means Beau has to grab one of her asscheeks, so she squeezes for good measure, Jester squeaking and thrusting forward much more abruptly than before. Beau grins at her in the dark, smug and horny, and all she gets in response is a breathy, giggly moan — but that’s literally all she could ever want so it’s not like she’s complaining. Once her rocking has evened back out again she lifts her newly freed hand out of the water and gently, almost reverently lifts one of her tits from where it’s been pressed against her upper chest, right below her collarbone.

Jester’s nipples really are pretty. She didn’t look at them much before, but she kinda has to now in order to know where to aim for and fuck are they gorgeous. She already knows they feel good in her mouth, too, and she gets even more evidence as she licks the lifted one and then begins to suck on it, squeezing Jester’s ass in time with every forward rock of her hips. It’s easy to start up a rhythm, slowly sucking and then releasing her nipple in time with her moans, squeezing her ass and thrusting her own hips forward just a little every time Jester rubs her clit up her stomach, and she finds herself getting lost in the haze of giving pleasure, every sense so full of Jester that her cunt aches without a single touch.

The motions of Jester’s hips begin to speed up, slowly at first and then in little fits and starts, and suddenly she gasps, her legs tightening around her waist and her hips stopping in a way that almost makes Beau think maybe she’s—

“I’m gonna come,” Jester whispers near her ear, sounding surprised by it. “I’ve never— humping something never worked before, I—”

“Please come.” She sounds almost desperate in her own ears, and the realization makes her squeeze her eyes shut in hot embarrassment, panting against Jester’s flushed nipple. “Just— use me however you want, okay? Please, I really fucking want you to come on me.”

Jester’s breath hitches in her ear, and her hips begin to rock again, uneven and jerky. “Okay,” Jester whispers. “Keep touching me.”

Beau latches right back onto her nipple, her clit throbbing. She can follow orders — she will follow orders, fuck. She sucks and releases faster than before, guessing that amping it up just a little will help her along, and if the way Jester gasps and muffles a moan in her own fist is anything to go by she’s totally right. The water around them is churning with the movement of Jester’s hips beneath the surface, the air filled with the sounds of gasping breaths, and Beau wishes more than anything that she could come untouched because nothing else could make this moment even more perfect than it already is.

And then Jester gasps even louder than before and it transitions into a squeal that she muffles in the meat of Beau’s shoulder, her hips slamming forward and grinding hard in shaky circles and figure eights against Beau’s abs as she comes on her. It’s fucking incredible, whimpers filling the air as Jester clutches her and wrings every ounce of pleasure out of herself as she can, and Beau sucks harder on her nipple just to see what will happen. Jester’s hips slam forward, nearly knocking Beau of balance, and the moan she lets out into her skin will haunt Beau’s wet dreams for the rest of her fucking life, squirming and humping her stomach for what feels like literal fucking ages until her orgasm finally comes to a close.

“Holy fuck,” Beau breathes, panting almost as hard as Jester even though she wasn’t even the one that came. “I guess, uh… you can come from humping something after all?”

“From humping you.” Her voice is breathy and faint as her heartbeat slows back down, but she taps Beau’s shoulder twice and Beau obediently sets her down, making sure she’s steady and keeping her hands on her hips even after she’s clearly standing on her own just fine. “That was really fucking good, Beau.”

Beau laughs, shocked out of her stupor by Jester cursing like she does, and drops her head onto Jester’s shoulder just as a low moan curls out of her throat, her thighs slipping against each other beneath the surface.

“Fuck,” she breathes, and kisses Jester’s collarbone — it’s right there in front of her, how could she resist? — as she reaches a hand down between her legs. She’s hard as fuck, basically fucking throbbing with heat and sheer want, and she does throb when she rubs the first circle over her clit, groaning into Jester’s shoulder and squeezing her eyes shut.

“Can I help?” Jester whispers, a hand rubbing her back and another cupping the back of her neck as she starts to pleasure herself. “I want to help, Beau, how can I help you come?”

“Just, uh— fuck, Jessie.” She sucks in a sharp breath, her clittwitching hard beneath her fingers, and moans as the heat in her gut continues to grow. She’s so close just from what Jester was using her for. “Normally I would finger myself too but I don’t wanna let go of you, so I guess— if you wanted to—”

Beau cuts herself off with a full body shudder, just about losing her mind when the spade of her tail slips between them from below. It caresses her inner thigh, slowly tracing a line higher until a gentle caress against her slick pussy makes Beau choke on a moan. Jester is touching her. The tip slowly strokes back and forth along the line of her lips, either teasing or testing, as Jester moves the hand from her back around to her side and then to her front. Gently, just like the kisses Jester led, she begins to massage one of Beau’s small tits in her hand. Beau moans louder, whining a little when Jester shushes her. It’s a good reminder, they aren’t really in private right now, but all she can think about are the appendages on her and the circles she’s rubbing into her clit and how she wants Jester to make her scream.

“Please,” she begs, muffled against soft skin but somehow still clear enough for Jester to understand. The pad of her thumb brushes over her nipple, and her tail finds her entrance and sinks in at a steady, unyielding pace, and Beau fucking whimpers.

“Jessie, c’mon, please, please just a little more, I can take it.” Looking back on how quickly she devolved right into babbling is gonna be mortifying later, but right now Jester’s tail slipping into her pussy has a monopoly on her entire fucking brain, nerves alight and buzzing over all the different sensations around her. Her hips thrust forward, desperate for the release that’s just about to reach the precipice, rubbing her clit as fast as she can with the water slowing her down a little— and then the flat of the spade presses firmly against her g-spot and rubs.

“Fuck!”

Beau’s entire body jerks as she comes, barely able to gasp for air as she finds herself suddenly struggling to stay upright — normally that would be fine, but she’s already chest deep in warm water. Strong arms curl around her, though, holding her steady, and she lets the sensations of coming on Jester’s tail in Jester’s arms crash over her, shaking and cursing as that fucking spade keeps pressing on her g-spot and lighting her up like one of Caleb’s flaming victims. Sure, she’s already come once tonight, but that doesn’t make the second orgasm any weaker — it feels stronger, so turned on from touching Jester and kissing Jester and making Jester come that she got closer to orgasm without touching herself than she thinks she ever had in the past.

It’s kinda overwhelming, but in a good way. A great way.

And then she comes back to herself, slumped against Jester’s chest, her breath coming in heaving gulps and her thighs shaking as her clit continues to twitch with the occasional aftershocks. She feels fully relaxed now, wrung out in a blissful way, and she presses another clumsy kiss to the side of Jester’s neck, humming and nuzzling into the sensitive skin there. Jester giggles and leans into it but bats her away a little, playful and soft.

“I’m too tired for more,” she whispers, still giggly. She sounds almost awestruck, which is weird because all Beau did was come in her arms. But— Beau came in her arms. That’s a pretty big deal, all things considered, especially given she figured out she likes her less than an hour ago. “But, um… later?”

Beau’s head snaps up, shifting her weight back onto her own two feet as she stares. She wonders how much it would take for her to faint right now. Probably not much.

“You wanna do this again?”

“Maybe not exactly like this, but… yeah. Sex with you was really nice, you know? It felt good, and it felt good, and…”

“Fuck, yes, absolutely, I’ll have sex with you whenever you want. Literally just— just let me know, okay? Potion shit makes me horny as fuck, I’ll probably be down whenever you are.”

Jester laughs a little. “Okay, Beau. I’ll let you know. You can let me know, too. I would actually really like that, if you want to.”

“Sure. Yeah, I can do that for you.”

“Cool. Cool! Then, um…”

Something shifts a little, buried deep in Beau’s pussy, and she hurries to trap the resulting moan behind her teeth before it can grow — it was bad enough that she’s pretty sure she lost control of her volume while she was coming, she doesn’t want even more chances for them to accidentally wake someone up. She stares at Jester, whose eyes are suddenly wide as saucers, and carefully widens her stance a little, spreading her thighs apart just so.

Jester’s tail slithering back out of her pussy feels really fucking good. Good enough that she kinda wonders if she could manage a third round, but even if the answer is probably yes the answer right now is no. It’s late. She’s tired and fucked out. Jester is tired and fucked out.

“Beau,” Jester says slowly, her tail curling and uncurling in the water around them as she gently strokes her fingertips up and down Beau’s outer thigh. “How are we going to sneak back to bed all wet like this?”

Beau just stares at her, expression dropping like a stone. Jester stares right back, unblinking and unmoving. Slowly, they both start to giggle the sheepish, slightly panicky laughter of the well and truly screwed.

Well, fuck.