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Location: Craethiel Wilds, near Lake Ryomar. Well she was probably right about that. Of course Rayvenne had more experience with all this than she did. Probably. Maybe they wouldn't need bait? Heck, the woman even had a good idea on where they could get ambushed! And if they were well-entrenched then maybe, just maybe, they could gather more supplies too! Who knew what a bandit hideout might hold! "Oh, don't you worry! The wagon won't be any issue! Nope!" Luna smiled, nodding excitedly. Oh yes. A witch had many tricks! There were plenty of times before where she couldn't exactly move easily with her wagon. It had been remedied

Once the tattoo was exposed, the girl's heart was racing. Would it inspire him to treat her like an object even more? If she was lucky, maybe it would make him take pity on her... she just stood in silence waiting for his next command, but the next line she heard from him was that comment about her innocent 'look,' causing her to blush in shame. Her innocence was just a look now... She hadn't even realized that, but despite not having lost her virginity, she was anything but an innocent child now. Just look at her, standing in a hotel room, naked, with a complete stranger giving her commands to do whatever the hell he wanted... But this time,

Location: Craethiel Wilds, near Lake Ryomar. Rayvenne paused when Luna said that cooking and alchemy had similar concepts to one another. She had to admit that the bunny girl was quite right. They did share numerous qualities with one another, such as requiring a specific method, ingredient amounts and cooking times to get the result that was desired. Anything that deviated too much from the norm, and it would create something entirely different. Perhaps even ruin it all together. So she quietly agreed to that with a slight nod as she spooned more of the stew into her mouth and chewed on it. At Luna’s next question, Rayvenne’s eyebrow ra

Due to the fact that the cultists and Hounds were distracted by their now destroyed mansion, Daedrin was able to lead Izanagi away from the centre of their worship with minimal encounters. Daedrin was relieved to get out from underneath that perpetual cloud that hung above the mansion. It felt good to have the warmth of the sun once more against his skin. It had been so gloomy beneath the cloud cover and both of the horses seemed to perk up when they had left. Thankfully, now that they were past Ashaba, it wouldn’t take them long to reach their final destination. He looked up through the trees and could see the looming peaks of Enutpen’s Glor

Zack’s eyes were fixed on her arse as she bent over slightly, allowing the curve of her arse to press against the material of her skirt in a way that made him want to reach out and touch her. But he resisted the impulse, content with watching as she slowly pulled her skirt down, slowly revealing her smooth, bare arse. But she stopped halfway before she touched her fingers to her chin and gave her an innocent look as if she hadn’t meant to do that. He smirked back at her, pleased by the action. Shy she might be, and humiliating she might find this, but she clearly had some talent with the whole teasing thing. He had never had someone pull off

Location: Inside Rose’s House Rose shivered when she felt Anhara’s hand trailing down the side of her body. She wanted to shift away from the touch, but pinned as she was she couldn’t move so much as a millimetre. She was trapped and she hated the feeling. But there was nothing she could do about it. She stiffened when Anhara leaned forwards and pressed her lips against Rose’s own. But she didn’t resist, even when the girl pushed her tongue in making Rose want to recoil in disgust especially at the taste of blood. She wished she could push Anhara away, but she had given her word that she would be good. But she had not promised to accept