put on the forest, isn't it? They really have been poisoned by the rapunzel. We probably are too, though to a very minor degree."
"Yes, but once we leave here, a few weeks should be enough to clear the rapunzel from our bodies." Adamina grimaced, because she would be returning to Edge in less time than that, accompanied by Huntresses, Sorcerers, and probably soldiers to remove the villagers. Edge would have to be razed right alongside the forest. She was tired just thinking about it. Maybe after it was done she could finally take a month or so off, though she did not dare get her hopes up. "Thank you again for helping me. I am sorry I dragged you into a situation that proved far more treacherous than anticipated."
Grete shrugged. "It is a problem that my family helped cause, it seems only fair that I help end it once and for all. Anyway, you are the one who took all the harm. Thank you for looking after me, Huntress."
"Thank you for looking after me ," Adamina said, and winked. "Once I am properly rested and do not smell like a refuse pile, I will be happy to show my appreciation."
In reply, Grete smiled, slow and a touch wicked. Anticipation thrummed through Adamina, and she put her attention back on her meal, eager to get through the night and wake rested.
When they finally trudged up to their room carrying a plate of sweetrolls that Victoria had urged on them, a large bathing tub awaited them. Steam curled up from the water, fragrant with lavender.
"Merciful Goddess," Grete said with a groan, dumping her pack and shucking out of her outer layers. "That is the finest thing I have seen in an age."
Adamina laughed. "By all means go first. I would love a bath, but I want these sweetrolls more."
Shooting her an amused look, Grete then stripped off the rest of her clothes, leaving them in a pile just outside the door.
It was hard not to steal glances, because Grete was beautiful to the point of distraction. Adamina ducked her head and put her full attention on the sweetrolls, which tasted faintly of orange and cinnamon. How had Victoria managed orange this time of year, and with Edge such a remote village? Cooking was real magic.
"I am starting to think I could never compete with sweetrolls, or food of any sort," Grete drawled.
Adamina snickered and looked up, licking sticky icing from her finger and thumb. "I promise there is no question between these and you, witch."
"That makes good hearing," Grete murmured, and sat up in the tub so that her breasts were visible, the nipples large and only slightly lighter than the rest of her skin. The freckles that dusted her cheeks also covered her shoulders and the tops of her breasts, sprinkled along her arms. Adamina wanted to kiss every single one of them. Grete kept hold of Adamina's gaze for another beat, then broke it to wash her hair and scrub at her skin.
Biting back a moan, Adamina finished the last of the sweetroll she still held, reaching down to press the heel of her hand against her cock, silently ordering it to behave. She did groan when Grete climbed from the bath and walked naked over to the bed where they'd left towels and the worn, faded sleeping gowns Victoria had given them. "You're evil, witch."
"Your turn," Grete murmured, and sat on the edge of the bed to work on her hair.
Adamina licked the last few traces of frosting away, then bent and pulled off her heavy boots. Setting them aside, she stood and removed all her weapons, then her armor. Piece by piece she removed her clothes, leaving everything in a tidy, if rank, pile. Bundling it up, she walked across the room and left them outside with Grete's clothes.
Closing and locking the door, she then strode to the bath and slipped into the still-warm water. "This feels marvelous."
"Looks marvelous too," Grete replied, grinning when Adamina shot her a look. "What? A witch gets bored and lonely in her solitary cabin, what am I to do when a pretty Huntress comes along and asks me to go adventuring? Now we
"Yes, but once we leave here, a few weeks should be enough to clear the rapunzel from our bodies." Adamina grimaced, because she would be returning to Edge in less time than that, accompanied by Huntresses, Sorcerers, and probably soldiers to remove the villagers. Edge would have to be razed right alongside the forest. She was tired just thinking about it. Maybe after it was done she could finally take a month or so off, though she did not dare get her hopes up. "Thank you again for helping me. I am sorry I dragged you into a situation that proved far more treacherous than anticipated."
Grete shrugged. "It is a problem that my family helped cause, it seems only fair that I help end it once and for all. Anyway, you are the one who took all the harm. Thank you for looking after me, Huntress."
"Thank you for looking after me ," Adamina said, and winked. "Once I am properly rested and do not smell like a refuse pile, I will be happy to show my appreciation."
In reply, Grete smiled, slow and a touch wicked. Anticipation thrummed through Adamina, and she put her attention back on her meal, eager to get through the night and wake rested.
When they finally trudged up to their room carrying a plate of sweetrolls that Victoria had urged on them, a large bathing tub awaited them. Steam curled up from the water, fragrant with lavender.
"Merciful Goddess," Grete said with a groan, dumping her pack and shucking out of her outer layers. "That is the finest thing I have seen in an age."
Adamina laughed. "By all means go first. I would love a bath, but I want these sweetrolls more."
Shooting her an amused look, Grete then stripped off the rest of her clothes, leaving them in a pile just outside the door.
It was hard not to steal glances, because Grete was beautiful to the point of distraction. Adamina ducked her head and put her full attention on the sweetrolls, which tasted faintly of orange and cinnamon. How had Victoria managed orange this time of year, and with Edge such a remote village? Cooking was real magic.
"I am starting to think I could never compete with sweetrolls, or food of any sort," Grete drawled.
Adamina snickered and looked up, licking sticky icing from her finger and thumb. "I promise there is no question between these and you, witch."
"That makes good hearing," Grete murmured, and sat up in the tub so that her breasts were visible, the nipples large and only slightly lighter than the rest of her skin. The freckles that dusted her cheeks also covered her shoulders and the tops of her breasts, sprinkled along her arms. Adamina wanted to kiss every single one of them. Grete kept hold of Adamina's gaze for another beat, then broke it to wash her hair and scrub at her skin.
Biting back a moan, Adamina finished the last of the sweetroll she still held, reaching down to press the heel of her hand against her cock, silently ordering it to behave. She did groan when Grete climbed from the bath and walked naked over to the bed where they'd left towels and the worn, faded sleeping gowns Victoria had given them. "You're evil, witch."
"Your turn," Grete murmured, and sat on the edge of the bed to work on her hair.
Adamina licked the last few traces of frosting away, then bent and pulled off her heavy boots. Setting them aside, she stood and removed all her weapons, then her armor. Piece by piece she removed her clothes, leaving everything in a tidy, if rank, pile. Bundling it up, she walked across the room and left them outside with Grete's clothes.
Closing and locking the door, she then strode to the bath and slipped into the still-warm water. "This feels marvelous."
"Looks marvelous too," Grete replied, grinning when Adamina shot her a look. "What? A witch gets bored and lonely in her solitary cabin, what am I to do when a pretty Huntress comes along and asks me to go adventuring? Now we
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