The sweet sounds of battle still rang in her ears, reverberating through her body even though the final blows had fallen hours ago. It may have been because the ground she was standing on was thick with the blood of the devils they had slaughtered. The heavy aroma of death was just as exhilarating as the first time she had taken a life, sucking the energy from the rapist scum who had thought she was just a common whore.
It may have been the shearing sound of her companions cleaning and sharpening their weapons, grimy and dulled from piercing armor, rending flesh, and shattering bones.
It also may have been because that sadist Eron was busy burning alive the only survivor.
"Finish killing that thing. We are packing up and I am not going to wait for you while you play around."
Phera cocked an eyebrow at him as she oiled the chain on her morningstar, snapping it back into her palm as Eron proceeded to boil the creature's brain in its skull. She shrugged, running a final check on her gear before absorbing it into her supple skin. She then donned a simple peasant's dress that had been cut to exhibit her full curves and the fact that she was nude beneath it. Her large nipples hardening as she drank in her last breath of sweat and gore, she cast an alluring smile at Eron and headed off down the path to the next town.
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"Halt!"
While admittedly neither the picture of blood-drenched heathenism nor pious radiance, the companions were known to stand out, whether or not it was their intention. Either way, the gate guards for this mid-sized town decided it was time for a "random" inspection for contraband, untaxed goods, or anything else that would show badly on them if smuggled past.
"And what is a young lady like you doing with this band of ruffians?" The head of the guards tried to eye Phera suspiciously. All he managed to do was stare at the cloth that was stretched tight over her breasts with half-hidden lust and slight curiosity.
Linking her hands in front of her, setting up an image of naïve innocence while in actuality just improving her cleavage, she smiled sweetly at the pudgy, middle aged man before her.
"I was coming here from a neighboring village to visit some relatives, and my father decided it was too dangerous for me to walk the deep, dark forest all alone. So he hired these nice gentlemen to accompany me, since they were coming here anyway. They have been ever so kind."
A few batted eyelashes later, the rest of they group was waved through the gates.
"Not so fast, little lady. While your father may have trusted them, it is my job to be cautious. I am going to have to check to see if those men planted anything on you in your sleep, thinking that you would not be searched. Just come into my office and we can look things over there."
