The dense underbrush of the Pacific Northwest wilderness clawed at Taylor's boots as she hauled the injured hiker over her shoulder, the Yellow Ranger's athletic frame straining with every step through the mud-slicked trail. Rain hammered down in sheets, soaking her yellow suit until it clung like a second skin, outlining the hard lines of her abs and the swell of her breasts, while distant thunder rolled like a warning. Abigail knelt in the makeshift camp clearing ahead, her pink medical kit open amid the flickering lantern light, her compassionate eyes scanning the chaos as she patched up two other survivors from the rockslide. The air hung thick with the scent of pine sap, wet earth, and blood, but Taylor's gaze locked onto Abigail's for the first time—those soft lips parting in focus, the way her gloved hands moved with steady precision over a wound.

Abigail glanced up as Taylor lowered the hiker onto the tarp, their fingers brushing in the transfer, sending an unexpected spark through the Yellow Ranger's veins. "Pulse is weak but stable," Abigail murmured, her voice a warm anchor amid the storm's roar, her pink suit damp and translucent in places, revealing the curve of her hips and the subtle outline of her nipples against the fabric. She pressed a stethoscope to the hiker's chest, but her eyes flicked to Taylor's dirt-streaked face, a flush creeping up her neck at the intensity of that protective stare. Taylor lingered close, helping secure the IV line, their shoulders pressing together in the cramped space, the heat of Abigail's body cutting through the chill. "You're good at this," Taylor said lowly, her adventurous spirit stirring with something deeper, an attraction igniting as Abigail's empathetic touch brushed her wrist accidentally.

The rescue party pushed onward once the immediate aid was done, Taylor leading the group through treacherous terrain where cliffs loomed and rivers swelled from the downpour. Abigail stayed at the rear, monitoring vitals, but the tension between them built with every shared glance over the line of hikers. By the time they reached the secure ranger outpost tent, exhaustion mixed with adrenaline, the others settling in for the night while Taylor and Abigail lingered by the fire. Abigail's hands trembled slightly as she cleaned a cut on Taylor's arm, the touch turning lingering, her fingers tracing the muscle there with a gentleness that made Taylor's breath hitch. "You saved them all," Abigail whispered, leaning in, her lips brushing Taylor's ear as the first spark of trust bloomed into heat.

Taylor pulled her closer in the dim tent light, their bodies aligning as Abigail's medical gloves came off, revealing soft palms that slid under Taylor's suit zipper. The kiss started tentative but deepened fast, tongues tangling with desperate hunger, Abigail moaning softly into Taylor's mouth as the Yellow Ranger's hands cupped her full tits, thumbs circling the hardening nipples through the thin material. Abigail's cunt grew slick with arousal, her pink suit pushed aside at the crotch, exposing her shaved pussy lips already glistening with wetness. Taylor's fingers delved in without hesitation, spreading those folds and sinking two digits knuckle-deep into the tight, velvet heat, pumping slowly at first to savor the way Abigail's walls clenched and fluttered around them, juices coating her hand with every thrust.

Abigail gasped and bucked her hips, grinding against Taylor's palm as her own hands freed Taylor's cock—no, wait, her thick strap-on harness bulging from earlier prep, but really it was Taylor's own dripping pussy grinding against Abigail's thigh, both women rutting in raw need. Abigail dropped to her knees, yanking Taylor's suit down to expose her swollen cunt, tongue lapping at the engorged clit with long, filthy strokes before plunging inside, tasting the musky sweetness of Taylor's arousal as fingers spread her ass cheeks wide. The wet sounds filled the tent—schlick, schlick—Abigail's tongue fucking deep while her fingers worked Taylor's puckered asshole, the Yellow Ranger's thighs quaking as she rode that skilled mouth, precum-like slick dripping down Abigail's chin in strings.

Taylor hauled Abigail up and onto the cot, spreading her legs wide to bury her face between those pink-suited thighs, sucking hard on Abigail's throbbing clit while three fingers stretched her cunt open, curling to hit that spongy spot that made Abigail scream and squirt a little gush of clear fluid onto the sheets. They switched, Taylor mounting Abigail's face as she fingered herself open, lowering her dripping pussy onto Abigail's tongue for a sixty-nine that had both women moaning loud, hips rolling in sync, the tent echoing with the slap of skin and the obscene squelch of tongues and fingers working slick holes. Taylor's balls—no, her inner walls spasmed around Abigail's probing digits, cum-like juices flowing freely as she ground down harder, the intense fullness and stretching building toward a shared edge neither wanted to rush past just yet.

The two women clung to each other as their orgasms crashed over them in waves, Abigail's tongue buried deep in Taylor's spasming cunt while her own hole clenched and gushed around the Yellow Ranger's thrusting fingers, clear slick squirting out in messy pulses that soaked the cot beneath them. Taylor growled low and filthy, grinding her swollen clit against Abigail's lips as she pumped harder, three fingers stretching that tight pink pussy wide, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick sounds obscene in the tent as juices ran down Abigail's thighs in thick rivulets. "Fuck, Abby, your cunt tastes so good—keep sucking my clit like that, make me cum all over your pretty face," Taylor moaned, her athletic hips rolling in a steady rhythm that drove her dripping folds against Abigail's tongue with every thrust.

Abigail pulled back just enough to pant hot breaths over Taylor's slick cunt, her own fingers never stopping their relentless pumping into the Yellow Ranger's ass and pussy, scissoring deep to stretch those clenching walls. "Yes, Tay, ride my tongue—your pussy's so fucking wet and tight, I want to feel you squirt down my throat," she whimpered, diving back in to lap at the throbbing clit with broad, sloppy strokes, saliva mixing with the musky arousal coating her chin and dripping onto her own full tits. Their bodies trembled in unison, sweat-slicked skin sliding together as Taylor leaned down to bury her face between Abigail's spread thighs again, sucking hard on her engorged clit while adding a fourth finger to the stretch, curling and twisting to pound that sensitive spot until Abigail screamed into Taylor's cunt, her hips bucking wildly as another gush of fluid sprayed out.

They rolled again in the cramped space, Taylor hauling Abigail onto her lap so the Pink Ranger could grind her dripping pussy against the Yellow Ranger's thigh while Taylor's hand worked between them, two fingers buried in each slick hole at once, pumping in alternating rhythms that had Abigail sobbing with pleasure. "Deeper, fuck me deeper—stretch my cunt and ass, make me feel it," Abigail begged, her compassionate eyes glazed with raw lust as she reached down to pinch and tug Taylor's nipples, rolling the hard peaks between her fingers while their mouths crashed together in a messy kiss, tongues sliding and tasting their shared arousal. The tent filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the slap of wet flesh, and Abigail's broken moans as Taylor's thumb circled her swollen clit in tight, relentless circles, building the pressure until both women were shaking on the edge once more.

Taylor flipped them so Abigail was on all fours, face down in the pillow as the Yellow Ranger knelt behind her, spreading those firm ass cheeks wide to tongue the puckered hole before sliding two fingers into her cunt from behind, fucking her with hard, deep strokes that made Abigail's tits swing and her pussy clench visibly around the invading digits. "Look at this greedy cunt swallowing my fingers—such a good girl, taking it so raw," Taylor rasped, adding her tongue to lap at the stretched entrance, the combined wetness making everything slippery and loud as Abigail pushed back, begging for more. Abigail reached back to spread herself further, whimpering filthy encouragement while Taylor's free hand stroked her own aching clit, both lost in the heat of their bodies moving together without any rush toward the end.

Wildfire Hearts: Taylor and Abigail's Forbidden Ranger Bond