I leaned over a table, swirling a straw in greenish liquid. My head buzzed with the beat of the drummers. My head could have been swaying with the hips of the singer. She, in every way, had drawn my attention. Her enchanting voice, thick lips that said suck on me. Her green eyes speckled with gold that seems to twist like the eye of a hurricane.

Her finger danced out, pointing at me and I felt like my soul was rebelling against me. I had no idea what she was saying, I only knew that her wide hips reminded me of my first night here.

The taste of honey that sent heat through my body. I closed my eyes and lowered my head. Taking another sip of this toxic ambrosia.

Even behind my eyes, I could picture her seductive body dancing in my mind. Even as a tavern worker in that very revealing dress. She was a bottomless beauty. It was too easy to get attracted into her whirlpool.

I jerked back into the chair as I realized I began to tilt off. I noticed that the music had stopped, the dim lightning had returned and another singer was walking on stage. Eleanor walked towards me with extra sway in her wide frame hips. Her feet rising and exaggerating high for simple distances.

Her fingers crest a chair back and it spun around to face me. She sat down and the thin brown fabric of her dress exposed the flawless thighs underneath. She ran her bare feet up my thigh before laughing. Pulling the drink away from my hands and waving at a waiter.

“You are so drunk,” she laughed.

I rolled my eyes and snatched her chin, pulling her into a kiss. She sighed, breaking our magic moment that brought even greater passion to my already intoxicated.

“Pay for your food and drinks. Then we can go upstairs, huh?” She whispered into my ear.

I tossed five rounds on the table and let her lead me upstairs. I knew she was doing the whole ass swaying with a purpose and it was working might well. I slipped my hand between the slit of her dress and it walked to the front of her stomach. Slipping down her thigh as I hugged her behind.

She grabbed my hand to keep me from going the distances right here.

“How did you find me? I moved to a different town?” she asked, an amused lilt in her voice as she opened a door.

“Wasn’t hard. You had already bathed in my fluids. It was just a matter of tracking the smell down.” I made up a random lie.

Eleanor rolled her eyes but I could see her pondering if that was possible. She pushed me down onto the bed and tugged off my boots. Followed by my pants and panties.

I felt it the moment she cast a spell on me but I wasn’t worried. My mind might have been far gone down the dark road that was lust but my hunting instincts were still sharp as the day I killed my first victim.

Her tongue worked up my thigh to my valley and I knew she was going to activate a plan she had in mind. I decided to go along with it. She would never be able to hide from me. Ha, unless she defected to the demons. Where could she hide?

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So what if you are a spy?

***

I rolled over in bed to find myself face to face with a folded letter on the pillow. I couldn’t help smiling. She was really amazing with her tongue.

Sigh, I almost wish the night didn’t end.

I flipped open the letter and read the contents before laughing. This dumb bish.

I have to admit the night was wonderful and you added a kind of spice to my life that I didn’t have before. To be honest, I was just drifting along. Admiring the high and lows, swimming in the current that never once stops.

But now, I think I found something that could give me a new meaning to life. So I put forth this question with both good and bad intentions.

Let us visit every major city. Leave out stain upon the greatest of mankind. Leave our blood behind in the fierciest wars and drank and fuck in the craziest of places.

How about every week you chase me to these new and aspiring places? I promised I will make each night as perfect as possible. What say you?

—Eleanor Wexcombe

I was intrigued but for all the wrong reasons. The sound of this left me tingling and hardly wanting the day to begin. Mm, it was better to lay here for a few more hours. Wallowing in the after taste, was that cinnamon this time?

I looked out the window of this inn. Staring at the rundown buildings that look worse for wear. If I hadn’t chased her down to this town to try that dish she suggested, I might never have found her. However, I now had a permanent marker on her.

Ha, let the games begin.

***

I made it back inside of the card dimensional world in time to look at the lad I had been training to control his mana in a usable way. It took him four months and he still had barely grasped the depths of it but it was good enough for him to teach the others what he knew.

I kicked him down and planned on letting them train versus orcs tribes for a while. Maybe after six months, I would kill the next person, and begin the training again.

***

“Hey, how is the training of fodder?” Cecil asked, while climbing out of the framework of a large ship's bones.

I shrugged, covering a yawn. “Decent. Did you find any more precious fodder or do you expect thirty men to do something?”

Cecil stared blankly ahead for a second. “Didn’t you take out a large number of demons by yourself? If they have half your standards then they should be able to do the same, right?”

I laughed, “Of course and they can also bake cakes and sing songs about the great beyond. Would you care to visit the Afterlife Inn with them?”

He clicked his tongue. Waving his hand as piece by piece, planks attach themselves to the framework of the ship.

“I’ll gather some more potential but the potion is kind of hard to produce. It will take me some time that will take away from other projects I have in mind.” he grumbled.

I shrugged, “Trust me. If they encounter the demon I face that was good with a sword, they will be grinded into meat loaf. And that was where both of us couldn’t use our strongest abilities without tiring ourselves out. Anyway, hundreds of people should do it. Also provide me with the potion and do you have any arrays like the chinese used to use? You know the ones that amplified their ability?”

Cecil touched his chin and glanced into the sky.

“I can maybe create something similar but it will be linked with the armor. It is just better for me to produce the blueprint and have these useless scum produce it.”

He waved his hand and the branch turned into a stack of paper which he sent at me.

“Your potion and array but as I said, it requires a set of armor to activate.”

I nodded and left.