Spicy Aftermath

"Why are there two bedding piles?" Draven looked at Sarah with a slight frown on his face as he chewed his rabbit and speared the vegetables with his fork.
Sarah looked up at him with a questioning look on her face before her expression cleared and she swallowed her food. "Oh. Um…. Well…I thought that you would want to sleep by yourself since we don't have anyone to convince that we're a married couple. I know the only reason you said that we were married was to get a room at the inn for a relatively cheap price."
Draven smirked as he put his half-empty plate to the side and crossed around the fire to kneel in front of Sarah. He took her plate and set it to the side as well before taking her hands in his own. Kissing her fingers, he nibbled slightly on each digit as he spoke thoughtfully. "And, what if I don't want to keep that aspect of our travels to just whatever city or village we pass through?"
Sarah swallowed softly as she looked down at him in front of her. Her legs clench together as she feels her slit wetting in response to his lips on her fingers. "I…I don't know. I … I guess we … can continue… being intimate with each other… if that is what… you want."
Draven chuckled as he shifted closer, placing his hands at her waist and breathing lightly against her breasts at the sound of her breathless reply, "And what about you my dear Sarah? What is it that YOU want?"
Sarah cleared her throat as she felt her heart rate increase. Her body arched towards him as she felt him slide one hand up her waist to cup her breast. "I… I would like… for us… to continue our…intimacy… with each other."
Draven sat up, using his body to part her thighs as he pressed even closer to her. His lips closed around her nipple through the cloth that covered her body. His tongue swirled around the bead of flesh, soaking the fabric with his saliva. "Then, don't you think we should combine the bedding?"
Sarah's hands rested on his head as her fingers weaved themselves into the strands of hair on his head. She panted lightly as he continued to suckle and nip on her nipple. "I… I … yes."
Draven chuckled again as he tugged her off the log she was sitting in and settled her on his lap. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she could feel his shaft pressing against her wet slit. He ground himself against her until her juices were soaked into his breeches. Her fingers tightened in his hair as he trailed his lips from her breast to her neck. "Then. We. Will. Do. That. Right. After. We. Get. Done. Having. Sex," he said as he kissed his way up her neck to her lips. Pausing over her lips, he shifted her slightly as he reached between her legs and quickly undid the opening of his breeches. His shaft sprang free of the confining space of fabric. He reached for her own opening to her pants, forcing her to stand to her feet as he slid the material off her waist and legs.
She kept her hands on his head, using his body to balance herself as she felt his fingers trail the outside of her legs. His mouth was tantalizingly close to her slit and she could feel his breath on her curls. She started to sink her body down back towards his lap, but his fingers tightened on her thighs, forcing her to kneel forward as he inhaled her scent deep into his lungs. His tongue darted out between her folds and she gasped and stiffened from the touch of his tongue on her slit. He licked her again before pressing his mouth against her. His tongue caressed her clit as he parted her folds with the fingers from one of his hands.
He darted his tongue towards her opening as his teeth lightly grazed her clit. She cried out as her body tensed and she climaxed from the pleasure he created from his mouth. He rose up from his knees and ran his hands under her shirt, slipping it over her head as he leaned forward and kissed her lips while his hands cupped her breasts. He guided her towards one of the piles of bedding and opened the tent flap. Taking her hand, he pulled her towards him as he lay down.
She followed his lead, the taste of her fluids still on her tongue from where he had kissed her, sharing the taste. Lying beside him, she ran her hands over his chest, under the shirt he wore. He lifted his arms as she slipped the shirt over his head. His pants had long since been left behind in the campsite with Sarah's clothing when he had stood up and walked towards the tent and bedding. Her hands ran down his body, grazing over every crease, every muscle ridge.
While they made love inside the tent, a flurry of activity went on in the clearing. Small balls of light flitted around and their clothing was lifted from the ground. Several sticks were stacked up in the corner close to the creek that ran behind the campground. Trails of color cascaded on the fabric while moans, both male and feminine could be heard coming from the tent. A shout from Sarah causes the fairies to drop the last of the clothing on the stacks of wood and the various fairies took off flying for shelter in the trees and underbrush.