Midnight Side-Story 
Tuli woke in the middle of the night to the soft sound of the flap opening, and peeked one eye open to find Nayeli returning to her bedroll near Sarahi.  “Did you find him?” the Ferruda whispered, suspecting what the priestess had been out doing.
Nayeli froze briefly, then nodded, “He didn’t go far, just out to the firepit.  He is sound asleep, so you can rest easy as well.  Sorry to wake you.”
Instead of going back to sleep, though, Tuli quietly crawled out of her bedroll and crept over to Nayeli’s, sliding under the priestess’ blanket.  Nayeli arched a quizzical brow as Tuli snuggled up against her back, wrapping both arms around the priestess, and cupped one hand not-entirely-politely over the thin fabric between Nayeli’s thighs.  “I know it won’t be as satisfying,” the Ferruda whispered, her voice so soft it was barely audible even with her lips right against Nayeli’s ear, “I’m not the one you want.  But if you need some relief...I would very much like...to...”  She seemed to have difficulty finishing the thought.  Not that she needed to.  Nayeli had already gotten the gist of what she was suggesting.
The Lioness continued to lay quietly on her side for several thoughtful moments.  Then she rolled over carefully to face Tuli.  “You’re right.  I will not be satisfied.  But...a genuinely affectionate touch would be terribly welcome all the same,” the priestess admitted, tucking her chin to press her forehead against Tuli’s lips.  “We must be quiet, so as not to wake the others.”
Tuli nodded happily, eyes shining with gratitude and excitement in the dark.  They carefully got up and lifted Nayeli’s bedroll to drape it nearer the center of the tent.  Then Tuli bent down to lift the hem of the priestess’ nightgown, drawing it all the way up her body and over her head, setting it quietly aside.  Nayeli barely had time to feel the air on her fur before Tuli pressed her warm breasts against the priestess’ and wrapped her in a near-desperate hug.  With a soft chuckle, Nayeli likewise held the other Ferruda, pressing their cheeks together as Tuli relaxed her over-enthusiastic grip.  Tuli drew her head back, pressing her nose against Nayeli’s briefly, then followed that with her lips full and soft on the priestess’ own.
It was a long, surprisingly warm kiss.  “Oh sweet mercy,” Nayeli sighed when they broke for air, resting her chin on Tuli’s shoulder where they could hear each other with the softest of voices, “I’d almost forgotten what a proper kiss felt like.”
“I’ll remind you,” Tuli promised, adding another to the priestess’ neck, “Of that, and much more.”  Carefully pulling Nayeli down with her, they knelt close to one another, with their knees knit and straddling each other’s left thigh.  Nayeli breathed deeply as her body seemed to both tense and relax at the same time.  They nested their necks together, eyes closed and breathing the intoxicating scent of each other’s desire, and Nayeli left herself in Tuli’s hands...which showed neither hesitance nor shame as they began exploring the Ferruda’s body.  First they wandered across her back, lightly scratching all the spots a person has the hardest time reaching for themselves, then lower to cup each toned cheek of Nayeli’s bottom, pulling her hips closer and sliding her sensitive parts titillatingly across Tuli’s thigh.  Nayeli pressed her lips against Tuli’s neck and hummed in pleasure.
One hand slid around the priestess’ hip and over her thigh, to dip cautiously into the damp fur between them.  Nayeli kissed her neck again as fingers found bare, wet skin...then tensed suddenly as they found something else.  “Too rough?” Tuli breathed into her ear, and the priestess nodded silently.  Tuli’s fingers carefully slipped lower still, to curl gently into the warm, slippery folds lower down, lubricating themselves while Nayeli sighed her appreciation.  For several minutes they were a quiet, breathy, grinding mess.
“Softer,” Nayeli breathed into Tuli’s ear even as the Ferruda felt her pearl growing more pronounced with her arousal.
“I can do softer,” the Ferruda promised, cautiously scooting back to separate them just a little and pushing Nayeli’s shoulders back to coax her into lying down...
They were both equally surprised when her head found pillow on flesh and fur rather than the blanket of the bedroll.  Diya smiled down at the priestess in her lap, and ran her fingers through Nayeli’s hair.  “You look like you’re having fun,” the little half-breed whispered.
Swallowing both her surprise and her shame, Nayeli nodded and rested her hands on either side of Diya’s thighs while Tuli backed down even lower between her knees, pushing them aside to bow her head between them.  “Sorry about the noise,” the priestess whispered.
Diya shook her head and tapped her nose.  “It was the scent,” she explained, then looked with mild pity toward where she and Kylan had been curled up.  Nayeli’s eyes followed hers, finding her brother laying on his side.  He had one eye open and a notable tint to his cheeks while his hand moved discreetly beneath the blanket.
Nayeli bit her lip as a soft tongue caressed the exposed skin between her thighs, and took a deep, quiet breath as she laid a hand on the back of Tuli’s head to express her gratitude and pleasure.  Then she turned her head to the side, to flash a sympathetic smile to Kylan, and motioned with her free hand for him to join them.  Kylan gratefully pushed aside his blanket and crawled toward the beckoning hand.  “What about her?” Nayeli whispered to Diya as her brother approached.  She didn’t have to explain that she was referring to Sarahi.  The little half-breed leaned back as far as she dared, trying to judge their remaining companion’s awareness, but it was difficult with her back to them and her face pressed against the canvas.
“I think it’s been a pretty rough day for her,” Diya determined at last, “She’s out cold.”
Nayeli only nodded quietly, eyes closed and the color rising in her cheeks as Tuli’s tongue now fearlessly parted her labia and traced little circles and sigils across her pearl.  The priestess’ right hand carefully fondled and massaged Kylan’ sac, fingertips gently teasing the space behind it, while the little half-breed bit down hard on the pleasured sounds trying to escape his throat.  Diya gently held Nayeli’s face, caressing her cheeks and keeping her head in her lap as the priestess’ breathing became more labored.
It actually looked painful when Nayeli took a deep, shuddering breath, and held it with her face scrunched up and her lip between her teeth.  She’d released Kylan, placing her hand on his thigh instead, and squeezed it tightly as her whole body tensed up and her tail lashed against Tuli’s shoulders.  The Ferruda seemed to be trying to suppress a smile as she gazed up the priestess’ body, watching her face while Tuli’s tongue narrowed its movement in a tight, slow spiral.  Nayeli’s body shuddered, her feet lifting off the ground and trying to cross above Tuli’s head, each and every toe spread.  At last her body relaxed, and she slowly exhaled the held breath.
“Wow,” Tuli grinned, giving the sodden fur between Nayeli’s thighs a last, soft kiss before lifting her dripping chin away, “I don’t think I can be that quiet.”
“...Try,” Nayeli whispered between huffs as she caught her breath.  Then she turned her head toward Kylan again.  “Your turn,” the priestess whispered, giving his thigh an appreciative squeeze and rolling to one side to vacate Diya’s lap.
“Guess that means you’re mine, next,” Tuli smiled at Diya...who looked frankly shocked that she and Kylan were being drawn into this.  She had initially thought it was something personal between the larger Ferruda.
“Um, that’s really not—!” she started to protest, but Tuli crawled forward quickly and put a finger over her lips to remind her to keep her voice down.  Sitting back on her heels again, Tuli took Diya by the wrist and pulled her close, surprising her with a kiss that still tasted of Nayeli’s nectar.  The overwhelming scent of Ferruda climax directly in her nose sent even the little half-breed’s heart fluttering, and her initial resistance crumbled like it had never existed.
“Take it easy,” Tuli whispered softly in her ear, rubbing the smaller woman’s back, “We can just watch, if you want.  You don’t have to do anything.”
When Diya arched a confused brow, Tuli turned her around and pulled her backward into the Ferruda’s lap.  The half-Bastiid’s knees straddled both of Tuli’s, whose fingers caressed the smaller woman’s hips and belly suggestively close, without actually encroaching on her nether regions.  In front of them, Kylan had stood up at Nayeli’s suggestion, while the priestess remained sitting on her knees much like Tuli was.  He had both hands on top of her head, his face scrunched up in an expression that looked more like pain than pleasure, as he rocked his hips gently but firmly against her face, sliding in and out of her loosely closed mouth.  Nayeli continued to fondle his sac with one hand, while the other drew the small of his back against her with each thrust, encouragingly.
The hand on his balls moved to his thigh, holding him back for a moment while Nayeli looked up at him questioningly, though she never let his shaft fall from her lips.  When he looked down to see what was the matter, she gently patted his butt with the hand still behind him.  Kylan looked confused for a moment, not quite certain what she was getting at...but nodded agreement, or acquiescence.  Nayeli nodded gratefully, and patted his rump again to encourage him to resume his humping, then continued to squeeze and caress his bottom, spreading the cheeks wide enough for him to feel the open air on his back door several times.
“...May I?” Tuli breathed into Diya’s ear, tracing little circles just below the halfbreed’s navel with one finger pointed down.
Diya, seemingly half hypnotized by the scene unfolding in front of her, nodded slowly with a half-aware, “Uh-huh,” as her mouth hung open and her tongue threatened to fall out with desire.  She almost didn’t notice when Tuli’s hand descended, the fingers parting around her labia to bypass her pearl for the moment, and two of them tucked up inside her love-tunnel.
Kylan was nearly doubled over the top of Nayeli’s head now, desperately hugging her to his crotch and having a hard time staying quiet.  He had to pause several times just to be sure he had firm control of his breathing and didn’t begin groaning.  Each time, Nayeli waited patiently, swirling her tongue gently around the length of tender arousal in her mouth, until he began thrusting again.  Her hand on his rump had changed positions, passing between his legs and sliding up and down along the cleft of his cheeks, which was part of what had encouraged him to bend over so far.
“This is bad,” Diya breathed, feeling a tightness in her chest and a pleasant burning sensation across her entire face.  Tuli hummed a note of curiosity in her ear as the Ferruda’s fingers, now freshly and thoroughly lubricated, snaked their way up through the half-breed’s vulva to begin circling her pearl.  “Watching this,” Diya panted as quietly as she could manage, “Actually makes me...want…my brother...”
Tuli smiled and softly kissed her cheek.  “There are safe ways,” she promised ever-so-quietly into Diya’s twitching ear, “I will show you another night.”
Kylan’s hands shifted further behind Nayeli’s head, pulling her desperately against him.  The fingertip that had been pressed tantalizingly against his backdoor gently slipped inside, just barely.  With jaw clenched and teeth grit tight, the little male hissed desperately, and Nayeli’s throat could be seen delivering the contents of her mouth down into her tummy.  Tuli covered Diya’s mouth carefully as the little female likewise tensed up, hands squeezing her own thighs as the Ferruda switched from circling her pearl to gently, carefully pressing upon it.
The Sha'khari still had not stirred by the time everyone had brought their breathing back down to a normal rhythm, and the cool if the night air was beginning to be felt even beneath their fur.  With quiet kisses of gratitude all around, the siblings returned to their bedrolls, and Nayeli slid into hers, holding the blanket open to invite Tuli into it as well.  The Ferruda gladly accepted, curling up with her back to the priestess and contentedly wrapped in both her blanket and her arms.
“I have never in my life been with a woman before tonight,” Nayeli confessed in hushed whisper into Tuli’s ear, “So, while I know what I like, I don’t know if you share my tastes.”  The priestess’ hand slid down Tuli’s tummy to cup the wet space between her thighs, reversing their roles from the beginning of the night.  “But I am willing to do anything you like, to bring this beautiful night to a beautiful close.”
“Then let me stay right here until morning,” the Ferruda answered with a contented smile, pressing her back against Nayeli.
The priestess chuckled.  “Yes, you may have that too, but—”
“I told you I can’t be that quiet,” Tuli smiled, carefully removing the hand from between her legs and placing it warmly over her breast instead, “Reward me another night.”  She could feel Nayeli frown against her back, then kiss the back of her neck.
“Very well,” the priestess sighed, no longer able to resist the call of the sandman, “I will not forget this kindness.”