The corridor in Grotte du Girofle, level 33, hummed with muffled violin strains from the hexagonal hall. Pfffrt’s heavy pack thumped softly against his back. Aoioa’s silk green robe brushed his arm as she led him past the copper door. Her whisper cut the air. ‘This way. Quick.’ Footsteps echoed faintly—party guests shifting chairs. Stone floor creaked under his boots. She glanced back, eyes gleaming like rubis in torchlight. Door to her chamber cracked open. Light spilled under it from the hall. A shadow passed—Eouee? His cock twitched. She pulled him in. Door clicked shut. Soft. Too loud? Her breath hot on his neck. ‘Hang the lantern later. Fuck me now.’ Hands fumbled robes. His checkered fabric bunched. Her fingers grazed his hardening bulge. ‘Shh. They’re right there.’ Risk burned sweet. Neighbors—those musicians, Grmmll—mere walls away. Everyone else in the grotte slept deep.
Her robe hiked to waist. Smooth gnome thighs parted. Pfffrt dropped to knees. Tongue flicked her wet slit. Salty. Musky. Aoioa stifled a gasp, hand clamping mouth. ‘Pfffrt… fuck.’ Fingers dug his scalp. He lapped harder. Clit swollen. Juices smeared chin. Bedside lantern flickered—his gift, unlit. Party laughter seeped through stone. Qtxx’s voice? Close. Too close. She yanked him up. Lips crashed. Tongues wrestled. His cock sprang free, thick gnome shaft veined and throbbing. She stroked it rough. ‘In me. Now.’ Pushed him to wall. Cool rock bit back. Legs wrapped waist. He thrust up. Raw. Deep. Pussy gripped like vice. Wet squelch muffled by her bitten lip. Hips slammed. Stone dust trickled. Bed creaked nearby—unused, but tempting. ‘Harder,’ she hissed. Balls slapped ass. Sweat slicked skin. Moans choked to grunts. Torchlight danced under door. Footsteps halted outside. Freeze. Heart hammered. Shadow lingered. Gone. Pump faster. Her nails raked back. ‘Cum inside. Breed me.’ Gnome heat built. Pussy clenched. He exploded. Hot spurts filled her. She shuddered, juices dripping thighs. Pulled off slow. Cum trailed leg.
The Contact
Robes straightened. Breaths ragged. She kissed cheek. ‘Our secret.’ Door eased open. Empty corridor. Party drone resumed. Pfffrt slipped out first. Heart thudded like Ghzoor pickaxe. Crossed Eouee feeding gnomon—no look. Grmmll’s glitter hat bobbed in hall. Ignored. Aoioa followed, cheeks flushed. ‘Lantern later.’ Smirk. He nodded. Slid back to chairs. Violin duo struck up. No one knew. Cum leaked in her panties. Risk lingered, delicious. Dawn park wait tomorrow. Deal sealed in flesh. Neighborhood slept on, oblivious.