It was linen clothes not really suited for long travel in the autumn, but at least it was tunics and trousers. Narrow skirts might look great on the dance floor but they sucks while traveling. There was no fitting armor, but that was expected. Armor that fit my curvy female form is rather rare. The idea of me turning up in front of the merchant with the sword that I was supposed to have dumped before the toll station did not seem very smart. Elenore had told the merchant and the sellsword that the bandits had killed each other over who to get to rape next. The ploy that the bandits had killed each other would of course not work for long. When they saw the carnage inside the cottage they would start to suspect things and it was of course also the question how the final bandit had died. I doubted the merchant really believed I was a real sellsword and if unlucky they would suspect I have summoned a demon or something similar. Far too close to the truth and my best idea was to slip away and hope the merchant did not dare to talk about what had happened. I had considered getting rid of the bodies, but my thank you ceremony with the sword had taken longer time than expected so we were out of time. Besides I did not have the time to let the sword absorb all the other blood stains so removing the bodies could as best buy us time. The broken furniture would also be a giveaway about the kind of violent combat that had happened in the cottage. Me and Elenore slipping away without asking for payment for killing the bandits would no doubt be sure proof of some kind of deception, so why take the trouble to hide the corpses in the first place? I could just hope they would not dare to say anything. Talking about me and my sword might give them some money short term but it could also make them end in jail. After all it was due to merchant Rode's caravan that I made me able to move secretly into the Netter's Coast district in the first place. James Rode might not be so keen to talk about us if he was smart. It was time japanese for me to resume my quest to murder Carmen Elisa. Was she waiting for me at Netter’s Harbour? As we traveled north towards Netter’s Harbour we kept a low profile with my right arm still in bandage. In truth there was nothing wrong with the arm itself, but the farmer wife that helped me with sewing the wound had agreed that moving the arm would rip the shoulder wound open again. Elenore kept asking for me to use the magic dildo again as a cock so I could fuck her, but I declined since I needed to heal my shoulder before I ended in a new duel. From my point of view her fingers and tongue on my sex was enough and why should she complain? After all I do return the favor to her most of the nights. As for the sword we had it wrapped in a carpet found at the robbers hideout. Explaining why two females on the road do carry a carpet would be tricky, but I decided it was better than be seen with the sword with a dildo handle. Lord Netter’s soldier would be looking for a male with a dildo covered weapon and I hoped they would fail to imagine females would have the sword hidden in a carpet. “How far do you think is it to Netter’s Harbour?” Elenore wondered as we approached yet another one out of the many small towns along the way. “Avoiding the main roads to keep a low profile increase the distance a lot. Takes longer time but it is positive that it gives my shoulder time to heal. If my memory is correct we will be young at our destination in about a month,” I responded. “I want you to fill me up with a certain cock, can we play around some tonight?” Elenore asked with a husky teenager tone in her voice. I gave her a long stare. If you looked closer her teenage stomach was not really as flat anymore. I knew there was a demon child growing inside her womb and it was clearly messing around with her head. “It is too early,” I said and nodded towards my shoulder. “On the other hand it is time to make the demon in Nachal happy again. Just after that Easter Ryan got a phone call from Dan, the Art School teacher. “Hold the line,” she was singing to herself. As I said, I’m single; I’m single by choice, because I can only tolerate people in small doses, and I’ve enough of them in the office without having to share my personal life with them as well. Then I told them about my plan for him to fuck my mother here tomorrow. She nodded sheepishly. “Four down; 11 to go.” Freya said, “You can switch the egg off for now Alfie.” I looked away from Aurora, my jaw clenching. I’m going to make a sandwich,’ he said, japanese then left the room. It was for an admin assistant for 2 young weeks. "Are you ready to swallow teenager my cum you little slut?"