“This is a terrible idea,” Jay said, looking up at the looming Dys. “You and I both know I’ve never done anything like this.”

“Yeah, duh.” Dys said. “But it’ll be sexy as hell.”

“I’m probably going to puke.”

“Well, don’t,” Dys advised.

Jadis rolled both sets of eyes, her logical reasoning still active, but her arousal too high to much care for sensible decision making.

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Both stayed as they were in the aftermath, the only sound in the stone hut their heavy breathing, synced in perfect rhythm. It took many minutes before coherent thought returned to Jadis’ mind.

“I think the rain stopped,” Dys finally said.

“Yeah,” Jay said, voice raspy from its recent abuse.

“Wanna try that again?” Dys asked, her dick still rock hard.

Both were silent for a moment as Jadis mulled her options over.

“Only if you’re the receiver this time,” Jay said, wiping a bit of cum from her eyes.

Dys was of one mind with Jay and assumed the best position she could for the imminent throat fucking she was to receive.

Sometime later, after a couple more rounds, feeling a bit sore throated but immensely sated, Jadis left the hut with both bodies, trekking through the sodden forest to get to the brook where she could clean up and get more water.

Even though her scent was sweet, her cum was still sticky and didn’t feel great when cool against her skin. After a quick wash in cold water, Jadis returned to her hut to resume the task of making her armor. Though the sky was still overcast, the day was brighter and she now had enough light to work by.

“I really wish we had shoes,” Dys said, wiping her bare feet off with a disgusted look on her face. The general grime of walking around barefoot in a pine forest with sap sticky needles was bad enough. Adding the mud of a fresh rainstorm to the mix was thoroughly unpleasant.

Jay used a jug of water to help rinse Dys off, just as she had done for her, the pair doing their best to keep the mud out of the hut. “I doubt we could make shoes per se, but we’ve probably got enough material here to make some kind of wrap for our feet. It’d be better than nothing, anyway.”

Dys shrugged her shoulder. “If we have enough,” she said agreeably.

By the end of the day, between the efforts of her two selves, Jadis had managed to make two mostly complete, hopefully functional, sets of hide and leather armor.

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When fully dressed, both Jay and Dys had sleeveless chest protectors that were double padded and thick, but not so stiff that they restricted movement. Bracers protected their forearms, though she found she couldn’t quite manage armor for her biceps, not without belts or buckles. Her thighs were similarly unprotected, but shin guards had been easy enough to make. Finally, she’d traded out her loincloths for leather skirts, the skirts cut into thick overlapping strips that reached down to her knees. A pair of leather sandals rounded out her ensemble. A far cry from the boots she would have preferred, but better than the nothing she had.

As a final touch, the material of her loincloths she used to make a more traditional pair of underwear for each of her selves. Considering how much fun she was having with her two packages, she had decided she didn’t want to risk any harm to them by carelessly letting them flop about during combat.

She was enormously thankful to D that no harm had come to either of her favorite organs during the fights she’d been in so far.

With the sun setting over the mountains and darkness covering the valley, Jadis stood in her hut, comparing the fits of her armor on both bodies. Looking at her crude leather protections, coupled with her stone clubs, she was feeling like quite the barbarian duo.

“I think we’re ready to take on some demons,” Jay said, adjusting the way a shin guard rested on one of Dys’ legs. “With this armor, we’ll hopefully take less damage and be able to take on a lot more enemies in a day.”

“Fuck yeah,” Dys said with a grin. “I think it’s time we did some power leveling. D put us here to stir things up. We’ve gotta have some real power to make an impact.”

Standing up, Jay and Dys looked each other in the eye, an equal amount of excited determination overflowing from their expressions. Both were eager to put their new armor to the test as well as recapture the thrill of the fight Jadis was growing to love.

“Shame it’s night now,” Jay said with a frown, fists going to her hips. “Probably not a good idea to try and hunt demons in the dark.”

“Yeah, I guess. Not a lot else to do now that we’ve got the armor done, though.” Dys complained, hands on hips, brows furrowed. “And I’m not tired enough to sleep yet, either.”

The two stood in mirrored stances for a silent while as the sound of the wind blowing through the pine trees filled the quiet hut.

“I guess there’s at least one thing we can do before bed,” Jay said with a sly grin, eyeing Dys’ toned body, admiring they way she looked like an exotic barbarian warrior.

“Yup, there’s one thing,” Dys agreed, her eyes running over Jay’s figure in the same fashion.

“Who goes first?” Jay asked, already moving to take her new armor off.

“Does it matter?” Dys responded, pulling off her own armor.

Jadis realized that honestly it didn’t matter much at all, since she felt everything from both bodies equally, but an odd sense of fairness compelled her to at least try to give her two alter egos a chance at going first for the idea she had brewing.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Jay asked, a questioning note in her voice.

“That literally cannot work,” Dys said with a deadpan. Looking around the room, she spotted the coin purse that held her pilfered silver.

“Heads its you, tails its me,” she said, flipping a coin into the air.

When the coin clattered to the floor, both of Jadis’ selves leaned over the silver piece to check the result. With a smile, Dys looked up at the half dressed Jay.

“For this, I’m going to need you on your stomach,” she said, eagerness already coloring her voice as she quickly divested herself of the rest of her clothing.

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“What a fucking mess,” Dys said with a breathless laugh, admiring her handywork.

“Better start cleaning it up,” Jay said, her voice unintentionally strained to Jadis’ surprise. Jay’s unfulfilled arousal was still making it hard for her to think straight. “Doing this one at a time is great and terrible all at once.”

“Yeah, it is,” Dys said while straightening up. “I’m kinda tempted to sacrifice a blanket to cleaning all this up. We can wash it in the morn—”

Dys’ words were cut off by a sudden bang against the blockaded door of the stone hut.

A clattering of bone on bone echoed sharply outside, followed shortly after by another crash against the wood door.

“Shit,” Jay and Dys cursed from their compromising and defenseless position on the floor.