XXIV

Cleera, the Master of the Crimson Sect of Calar, rolled on her bed hugging a pillow. Although her sight is set on a very big figure--the self proclaimed face and voice of Calar, Xendan, she had never felt such dominance coming from a man. That claim is understandable because male Eerians are very submissive to their female counterpart. She brushed a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. Her green eyes glinted with a clear purpose. She now desired the pale man the most. She will pull him closer and squeeze him to the extent of her physical ability. After all, he's the first man to ever tease her like that. She's going to rope him in.

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Ilaz knelt down and filled her water bag from the calm stream. Footsteps approached from her back until a figure slowly came to view. This figure was none other than Naevnir. Her leather armor was torn from a previous fight with a monster. She did not remove it since Kzel wanted her to wear it all the time.

"Are we near this Tatruc village?" Naevnir crossed her arms on her chest while warily surveying the surrounding area.

"We need to hustle for another day." Ilaz scooped the clear water with a hand and started drinking. She then started to wash her face. There was a rustle on her back, when Ilaz turned to look, she saw Naevnir taking off her leather armor.

"I've scouted the area and made sure that no puny eyes are watching." Naevnir said and removed her clothes before digging on the stream to make it deeper for her to bath.

With a flushed expression, Ilaz eyed the bulging chest of Naevnir and started to get agitated. In her mind, her chest was also on par with those. As a retort, she stood up and also started to get naked. Then she sat beside Naevnir who began to blush.

After an hour, the duo finished bathing and proceeded to find the road. An elder drake patrolling the area had forced them off the road a day earlier. They rushed into the forest only to rouse the lesser monsters.

Thick rows of stray branches blocked their way. Naevnir went ahead and started forcing her way through the blockade of floras while Ilaz followed behind. When they reached a clearing, Naevnir knelt on one knee and motioned Ilaz to stop.

"I hear something up ahead." Naevnir whispered.

The two crept all the way until they reached where the ground started to slope down. From there, they can see a bunch of men starting to place wooden barricades.

"We found the road," Ilaz said with a smile. However, Naevnir shushed her.

"These men are bandits. Let's kill them while we have the advantage of surprise." Naevnir drew her swords, releasing an air of violence.

"Can't we just talk to them for safe passage?" Ilaz who had not been on the road much, dubiously suggested.

"You go do that and they'll force their way on you. These men doesn't listen to reason. Let's just kill them before they have the chance to turn their dirty eyes on us." Naevnir stared at Ilaz with narrowed eyes.

"Let's do that," Ilaz agreed with a nod, "But first, let me ready my illusion spells."

Ilaz started to whispering and set her eyes on her targets. With a snap of her fingers, some of the men suddenly shook their head and stared at their fellow bandits like they were monsters. What came next is the bandits turning at each other in confusion.

"Die!" A bandit roared as he unsheathed his sword and charged at an ally who tried to defend himself while desperately shouting, "I did not cuckold you! It was only a joke-uurgh!"

The ones that weren't affected by the illusion were baffled. They were struck down before they can even come to a conclusion that they were under an enchantment.

After a moment, only a few figures were left standing. Their mental awareness slowly returning back only to see the slaughter they committed. Before they could shudder in horror, another snap reverberated through the air and they slit their own necks.

Naevnir skidded down and marvelled at the sight. She turned to Ilaz who came down following her, "Teach that to me!"

Ilaz only let out a sigh, "I will."

"Alright. Tell me the arcane words." Naevnir excitedly went near Ilaz.

"No. Not now. When we get to Tatruc." Ilaz shook her head and noticed a figure from the distance, "Who's that?"

"What in Grumeer's dick happened here?" A woman from the distance shouted. When she neared the other two women, Naevnir gritted her teeth grudgingly recognizing the person.

The woman was robust. She stared at Naevnir until her eyes conceived familiarity. "Did you fucking do this? Wait! I know you! You're that girl trying to make a band for herself!"

A hefty laughter left the woman before she pulled down her fur clothes, revealing her breasts, "Come here and embrace this big sis' huge tits!"

Naevnir scouted the surrounding area. When she was sure that no one else was around, she pulled down a side of her leather armor and cloth to reveal one of her own, "Eat that bitch!"

The woman was mesmerized by the sight and slightly trembled. She took a step back before fainting in defeat.

Ilaz was dumbfounded. Her eyes bulged out from their socket. 'What the fuck did she just saw?!'

"Come on! Let's drag this idiot to that tent over there." Naevnir fixed her armor and waved at Ilaz who started to think if she should also show her own.

"Ah! This brute is heavier than I thought!" Naevnir started to whine as they pulled the woman on each shoulder.

"Who is she? You seem to know each other very well." Ilaz asked. She was already panting.

"She's Omee." Naevnir decided to stop and take a breather, "She helped me in my desperate times."