<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/43/c9/48/43c948cf0b58d06216639103d490754d.jpg)</div>The found friends, newlywed couple are in the wagon.   While Hellhound and Songbird take shelter under the wagon.   First setting up the cloak and bedroll under it and seeing to tethering the horses.   Which Milo had seen to the wagon horses.   No fire, too much of a downpour to start a fire.    Lightning flashed in the sky and rumbling thunder would sound a  few moments later.   The small space forces an intimacy to be shared the night.<br/><br/>The  two wars that the empire had fought for Songbird.   Had been at the borders,  for her entire life the capital had been peaceful, a safe haven.  Through the fable palace guard no one had attempted anything.   For the young empress,  her escort  Hellhound is a hero in her eyes.  Content to be held and cuddle by him.  No words are being exchanged.  If the others above them in the wagon spoke, it is not heard with the rain pelting down.   '<br/><br/>If either couple were hungry, the only thing available to eat without a fire would be the trail rations.    It is sometime after that.  The newlywed couple likely had taken time to eat.   That the siblings cuddling together underneath the wagon would begin hearing the moans and thumping.   At first it might not occur to either one but after a while.  Both would realize that the couple is having sex and are fornicating over them.<br/><br/>Songbird was nearly asleep,  the warmth and safety of Hellhound's embrace.   When the first thump and then another would come.  Of course the creaking and then the wagon shaking and when the whimpers and moans started.   It  did more, her own nipples are erect, aching and the heat between her thighs and nearness of Hellhound made sleeping near impossible.<br/><br/>If Hellhound also could not sleep,  he would be able to sense her awake just by the rise and fall of her breathing.<br/>