The battle had ended almost as quickly as it began. The ragtag bandits, untrained and desperate, never stood a chance. Arthur pulled his sword free from the lifeless body of their so-called leader, the man barely stronger than a low-ranked adventurer. Bad luck for him—Arthur was already nearing D-rank.

  Around him, the battlefield was littered with bodies. Some of the bandits y still, while others groaned in pain, clutching wounds that wouldn’t kill them—at least not immediately. The caravan guards had suffered a few minor injuries, but nothing serious.

  Arthur wiped the blood from his bde, gncing at Bel. She stood with her bow still half-drawn, eyes scanning the remaining enemies. Those who were still standing had dropped their weapons, raising their hands in surrender.

  The merchant stepped forward hesitantly. "Well done, adventurers! You saved my caravan! Now… what do we do with them?" He gestured toward the surviving bandits.

  Arthur slid his sword into its sheath with a tired sigh. "Let them go."

  The merchant’s bushy eyebrows shot up. "But—they’ll just return to banditry! Next caravan might not have you to protect them."

  Arthur’s jaw tightened as he gnced at the wounded men—some barely older than boys, their faces gaunt with hunger rather than cruelty. The metallic tang of blood hung thick in the air, clinging to his clothes, his skin. Too much.

  "Still let them go," he repeated, voice low but firm. "Too much bloodshed for today."

  Bel’s hand brushed his arm, a silent agreement. The merchant opened his mouth to protest, then thought better of it and turned towards his guards shouting to untie them and let them go.

  With the battle behind them, the caravan pressed forward. The road stretched ahead, winding through the hills as the sun began its slow descent. Arthur walked alongside the merchant, listening as the man expressed both gratitude and concern.

  "You two did well today," the merchant said, nodding. "I’ll be sure to report the attack to the guild. Expect a small bonus when we reach Northpoint."

  Arthur smirked. "Appreciate it. Every coin counts."

  The merchant’s expression darkened slightly. "But this… bandits operating this close to the city? It’s unusual. If things were stable, they’d be sticking to the fringes, avoiding the guild’s notice. This tells me that the political climate is deteriorating faster than expected. Northpoint is… changing."

  Arthur frowned. That wasn’t exactly good news. He didn’t trust politicians much, but instability meant more danger—both for them and for future jobs.

  "Guess we’ll see when we get there," Arthur muttered before parting ways.

  He made his way toward the st carriage—their personal one. Pulling aside the curtain, he stepped inside.

  Bel was sprawled across a thick rug, lying on her stomach with a book in hand. Her golden hair cascaded down her back, her long legs zily crossed behind her. She looked up, her lips curving into a teasing smile.

  "Hey, handsome," she purred. "Don’t you know to knock before entering a maiden’s carriage?"

  Arthur chuckled, leaning against the wooden frame. "Really? A maiden?"

  Bel smirked. "In spirit."

  Arthur stepped closer, lowering himself down to meet her at eye level. "Is that so?"

  Their lips crashed together, hot and hungry. Bel’s fingers twisted in Arthur’s hair, pulling him closer as her body pressed against his. The worries of battle, the road, the future—none of it mattered now. There was only heat, only need.

  Arthur barely had time to think before Bel’s hands were at his belt, yanking it open with practiced ease. His pants slid down, and her fingers wrapped around his hard length, stroking slowly—too slowly. He groaned into her mouth, his cock twitching in her grip.

  Bel broke the kiss, her lips brushing his as she whispered, “Quiet, love. Unless you want the whole caravan to hear us.”

  Arthur chuckled, breath ragged. “You’re the one undressing me in a moving wagon.”

  She smirked, but Arthur wasn’t done. His mouth trailed down her neck, over her colrbone, until he reached the swell of her breasts. His hands slid under her shirt, gripping her waist—then he paused, sniffing pyfully.

  “Bel,” he teased, “how long since you’ve had a proper wash?”

  She gasped, smacking his shoulder. “Keep talking like that and I’ll finish this myself.”

  Arthur just grinned, pushing her back onto the rug. His fingers hooked into the waist of her pants, dragging them down. Beneath, her panties were damp, clinging to her skin. He leaned in, inhaling her musky scent—sweet, salty, perfect.

  “Fuck, you smell good,” he growled.

  Bel arched against him, fingers tightening in his hair. “Then quit teasing and taste me.”

  Arthur didn’t need to be told twice. He tugged her panties down, revealing her sex - No razors, no pretenses, wild and natural, just as she had come to prefer in this world.

  Bel spread her legs wider, her voice a needy whisper. “I’ve been waiting all day for this…”

  Arthur smirked, kissing her inner thighs, making her squirm. “That desperate?”

  She whimpered. “Arthur—please.”

  He finally gave her what she wanted, his tongue dragging slow and firm over her clit. Bel gasped, her back arching off the rug. “Oh—fuck!”

  Arthur gripped her hips, holding her still as he licked deeper, savoring her taste. Her thighs trembled around his head, her moans growing louder with every flick of his tongue.

  “You like that?” he murmured against her.

  Bel could barely speak, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Y-Yes… don’t stop…”

  The wagon rocked beneath them, the rhythm of the road matching Arthur’s relentless tongue. Bel’s fingers twisted in the rug, her hips bucking against his mouth as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.

  “I’m close,” she panted. “So close—”

  Arthur sucked her clit hard, and Bel screamed, her body shaking as she came, her pussy pulsing around nothing.

  Arthur pulled back, licking his lips. “Good?”

  Bel y breathless, her chest heaving. Then, with a wicked grin, she grabbed his shoulders and flipped him onto his back.

  “My turn.” she purred and climbed him.