[ff] Wild Roses pt. 22: Mountainshade [fdom]

After the dim light of the wagon, even the evening sun was sharp and braying against Summer’s eyes as she clambered to the ground, made even worse by the glare off the polished granite mounting rising sharply to the north of the small trading post.

“This is where we part.” Kane said down to her from his perch on the ware wagon. “I expect a wagon heading north will come through here soon, but we’re heading west from here, I’m afraid.”

Summer nodded dully, satisfied from her journey, but very, very tired.

“And although I haven’t spoken with the girl yet, from the sound that wagon made all the way up here, I expect Percy will be keeping his gold.” he added with a grin.

“Glad to hear it.” Autumn said with a smile as she hopped down from the wagon.

While a touch of magic had cleaned the sisters up a little, her hair was still tangled with dried, drying and fresh globs of cum, but Autumn seemed not to care. Putting a hand to her own hair, Summer realised that she was probably not looking much better.

“This place isn’t much”, Maura chimed in from her own perch, “but there are free beds in the roadhouse, and the baths are nice and warm from the mountain.”

“Thank you very much for the transport, and the tip.” Summer said with a light bow, and Maura nodded sharply as she flicked the reins, bringing the wagon back into motion around the the square and down the western road.

“Take care, now.” Kane added as he did the same, and soon both wagons vanished out of sight behind the bend.

“Bath?” Autumn asked, pointing to the low stone building nestled against the slope of the mountain.

“Yes.” Summer said with a sharp nod. “Very yes.”

Inside the vaulted bath, the scalding water stank of sulphur, but Summer could hardly have cared less as she stripped off her tunic and vaulted over the edge of the tub with a splash. When she emerged from the water, pink and panting, she found her sister already seated with her back to the raw stone, and languidly swam over to her.

“So now we just wait for another wagon?” she asked as she settled into her lap, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“Or we could just go over the mountain.” Autumn suggested airily.

“I don’t know the first thing about mountain climbing.” Summer protested. “Do you?”

“Yeah?” Autumn said. “I used to climb the rocks around the forest all the time. It’s easy.”

“Those were just small crags.” Summer countered. “This is a _mountain_.”

“Sure, but the principle is the same.” Autumn suggested, sliding a hand up Summer’s thigh.

“You just grab hold”, she said, grabbing hold, “work your way steadily upwards”, she added, working her way steadily upwards, “until you reach the summit.” she finished, slipping two fingers into her sister, with a warm, wet kiss on her lips, fingering her eagerly until she could feel her tremble in quiet orgasm, their lips locked in a passionate embrace.

“Ha~h.” Summer panted.

“Besides”, Autumn added airily, “another wagon could be days in coming, unlike you.”

“Like you’re one to talk.” Summer said with a giggle, giving her sister a lingering kiss.

“But what if it snows, or we run into brigands, or – some kind of thing we’re not even able to think up?” Summer asked as she pulled back.

“It’s just a mountain.” Autumn said with a shrug.

“Besides, won’t crossing it take forever, anyway?” Summer asked, snuggling up against her sister. “Even if we wait around for a couple of days, the wagon ride around is still going to be faster.”

Autumn leant forwards across her and dunked her tangled hair in the water, worrying around for a bit before throwing her head back up, sending sulphurous spatters of cum flying through the air.

“Maybe if one came _tomorrow_.” she admitted. “But what are the chances of that happening?”

Summer shrugged, and let herself float quietly away from Autumn, resting tranquilly on the surface of the water.

“I just think it’s a big risk, going over.” Summer said into the ceiling.

“And I think Spring would appreciate it if we got to her as soon as we could.” Autumn countered. “Unless she’s already dead, or something.”

“No.” Summer said. “She’s alive.”

“Well, I hope so too, but –” Autumn began, but Spring cut her off.

“I can feel it, just like I can feel you here.” Summer said solemnly. “She’s in a bad way, but she’s alive, and fighting.”

“You’re sure?” Autumn said, nervous but hopeful, and Summer nodded.

“Well”, Autumn concluded brashly, “all the more reason to get to her as soon as possible then.”

Summer frowned faintly. “I still say that’s by wagon.”

“Well, can you feel one of those coming up the road?” Autumn asked defiantly.

Summer shook her head.

“Then I say the mountain will be faster.” Autumn said, sinking into the water with a huff.

“Let’s sleep on it.” Summer said, swimming back to Autumn. “It’s not as if we can climb the mountain in the night, anyway.”

“Sure.” Autumn relented. “Here, let me help you with your hair.”

An hour later, the girls were both pink and rejuvenated, washed from crown to heel, their hair clean and brushed. The post had been deserted when they arrived, so to get some fresh air on their skin they remained nude as they walked over to the roadhouse. By now a sour old man had emerged from the trade office and was sitting, watching the empty square, but watching the girls cross seemed to brighten his day, so they paid him little attention.

Inside the roadhouse was simple, quiet, and a little musty. The front room was bare but for a sturdy but worn table and an empty hearth, and the back room was a simple room of bunks, four to a wall down the length of the room, on both sides. At the far end of the room was a closed pair of shutters, but otherwise the walls were bare and a little grimy.

“Well, this is grim.” Summer said, looking over the beds, the straw under thin woollen blankets flat and old.

“It’s better than sleeping outdoors.” Autumn said with a shrug.

Walking down the bunkroom, Summer threw open the shutters and looked out into the patch of wild grass outside, dotted with summer flowers.

“I’m not so sure about that”, she said, “look.”

Autumn drew up to the open window and looked out.

“We just take a couple of blankets and sleep out in the grass.” Summer suggested, and Autumn nodded.

“That does seem nice.” she admitted, dropping her gear at the foot of the nearest bed.

Grabbing the blanket off of it, she vaulted out of the window, and with a quick flick of her wrists spread it out across the soft, tall grass. Grabbing a blanket for herself, Summer was quick to join her, clambering through the window with a little less ease than her sister. On the thin blankets over the thick grass, the two of them lay watching the stars come out, pleasantly cool night air dancing over their naked skin.

After a while, Autumn shifted restlessly, and slid up to her sister, rolling over and draping herself over Summer, her face buried between her neck and shoulder, occasionally giving her a light kiss, and as she shifted to snuggle up closer, Summer felt Autumn’s sex give her a light kiss on her thigh. Running a hand along her back, Summer gave a light giggle.

“I would have thought the last two weeks would have left you satisfied for a day or two.” she said, giving Autumn a light kiss on the cheek.

“You know”, Autumn said, propping herself up on her elbows, looking down at her sister with a smile, “it’s the strangest thing.”

“You wanting to get fucked is strange?” Summer asked incredulously.

“No.” Autumn said. “Not that.”

“What, then?” her sister said, leaning over and giving her nipple a light kiss.

“When I get good and fucked, then the next day I’m always as eager as anything.” Autumn explained. “But if I don’t get fucked for a few days, it’s like I’m completely unable to care.”

“Yeah”, Summer said thoughtfully, “I think I know what you mean.”

“Right?” Autumn said, lying back down atop her sister.

As Autumn gave her another kiss on the neck, Summer very much knew what she meant.

“So, um”, Autumn began, “could you do that thing with the two –”

“Yes.” Summer said, cutting her off. “Very yes.”

With a giggle, Autumn rolled off of her and over again, getting up on all fours on the thin blanket, as Summer built her constructs and sat up.

“On the grass, maybe, so we don’t ruin the blankets?” she suggested, but Autumn shook her head with a laugh.

“These blankets are already ruined.” she said. “We’re just putting them out of their misery.”

Giggling softly, Summer sat herself behind Autumn, and laid a light kiss between her shoulders, tips of her cocks poking softly against her holes.

“M~hn.” Autumn complained. “Don’t tease.”

“Don’t tease…” Summer repeated, trailing off.

“Don’t tease, _please_.” Autumn panted.

“Hmm…” Summer mused, pushing lightly against Autumn. “That didn’t sound earnest.”

Autumn took a deep breath, shivering slightly.

“Sweet sister”, she said, as sweetly as she could, “please fuck me already.”

“I would love to.” Summer said with a grin, getting a tight hold on Autumn’s hips. “If you can ask without the attitude.”

Autumn moaned softly as Summer pressed herself against her openings, hard enough for her to feel it, but not hard enough to go in.

“Please…”, Autumn moaned, and Summer obliged.

As she thrust into Autumn, she could feel every fibre of her being contracting and releasing at once, clenching her tight as she shuddered with relief, a long sigh of a moan escaping her soft pink lips. As soon as their hips slapped together, Autumn’s arms went from under her, and she planted her face firmly in the blanket, panting heavily. With slow, hard movement, Summer rode her, pulling her in by the hips on each forceful thrust, and soon Autumn was reduced to incoherent panting and squealing.

“Get up, sweet sister, or I’m stopping.” Summer said with a grin, slowing her pace.

Slowly, tremulously, Autumn pushed herself off the ground and got back up on all fours, but as soon as Summer resumed her speed, her arms went again, and squealing she was back with her face in the grass, the blanket pushed aside by her scrabbling.

“Up, I said.” Summer admonished, slowing again.

“N~hn…” Autumn protested, but slowly she got herself off the ground again.

This time she managed to stay erect as Summer sped back up, but barely.

“Harder…” Autumn whispered between moans, her body trembling.

“Can you stay up if I do?” Summer asked, and Autumn shook her head.

“At least that’s honest.” Summer said with a grin, and put all her strength into the next thrust, taking Autumn’s arms from under her yet again as she squealed with unabated joy.

Fucking her sister hard, it wasn’t long at all before Summer felt her own limit drawing close, and Autumns tremors and screams as she convulsed in orgasm sent her right to the edge. Carefully she withdrew, and shedding a cock pulled Autumn up and turned her around.

“I know how much you love the taste of your own sweet cunt.” Summer said with a grin. “And who can blame you?”

Eagerly, Autumn licked the taste of herself off Summer’s cock, and bracing herself she wrapped her lips around it to suck it in earnest, but before she could even begin, Summer spilled herself into her with a low moan. Quick to catch on, Autumn managed to swallow every heavy spurt as it came shooting into her mouth, and as Summer fell away spent, she followed her, clambering across her as the cock faded from existence.

With a deep, passionate kiss Autumn shared the tastes with her sisters, and entwined, their lips still lightly brushing against one another, they fell asleep under the stars.

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