Bachtil’louse Mercenary Band

~Chapter 162~

Mae moaned in delight to the sensation of Baas' hands against her back, kneading the tension from her muscles. Her hair still damp from their shared bath, was strewn across her pillow, while a bedsheet was providing little barrier between his thighs and her buttocks.

"I never thought hunting with you could get better," she muttered as he stopped just long enough to add another drop of oil to his palms. "Damn, was I wrong about that."

"I like how you think this has nothing to do with the circumstances," he remarked before pressing his hands against her lower back. "But the next time we're trying to fight our way across the Desert Wastes I'll be certain to stop in the middle to rub the stress from your muscles."