It was a rural area where our story takes place, very far from any major cities; just tiny villages that was sparsely dotted across the

land by several

days’

worth of travel.

So far that

it may have been considered to edge of the Core Realm.

Yet, an interesting event was taking place at th

“Lady Ginny, we need to talk,” Tristi said, her face dead serious as

she looked at the griffon as

Ginny paused from lugging some lumber around

.



With a nod, the griffon pointed towards the barn they were staying at a

nd then pointed up, motioning the centaur to wait as she dealt with her chores

It was quiet in woods as it was quite early in the day

and birds were flying around as if

there was nothing wrong with the world.



“Rraaaaaaggggghhhh!”



Except for one small matter.



“Strea! What the… Right

It was the second day after leaving town and night has fallen, as the five women prepare their camp in the middle of the forsaken desert. Rita was on guard duty as Melody and Strea pitch the tents while Lauren and Nadalia start up a fire for their cooking.

“Let’s see what we have in my bag,” Lauren says to herself as she wiggles her bum, looking in her bag for their meal, as Nadalia sees and blushes as she tries to suppress her dirty thoughts.