As Xiandre slowly pull out, she feels a gush of his cum leak out with his cock. She looks down between her legs and sees his thick load dripping out of her swollen pussy.
"Damn... look at that mess..." She runs her fingers through her folds collecting some of his cum.
She smirks at him, slowly bringing her cum-covered fingers up to her mouth, She sucks on her fingers, tasting the mix of her juices and his cum.
"Let's clean up now, fufu~. Also… where are the others?" Amelia asked, stretching slightly as she caught her breath.
"They're just outside," Xiandre replied, already reaching for the clothes Velmora had given him.
"Uwaa… they probably heard me moaning," she giggled, half to herself. "I wonder if any of them would be up for a second round…"
Xiandre, however, wiped himself clean with a cloth and quickly dressed, pulling the snug clothes on before locking his armor back into place. He clearly wasn't interested in continuing.
"Uwaa~" Amelia pouted playfully, standing up without shame despite the soft drip of Xiandre's cum still trailing down her legs. She slipped into the warm jacket and pulled a tight black scarf around her neck.
"Mmm… this feels cozy," she said with a pleased hum just as footsteps approached the tent.
Outside, Xiandre could hear them—Velmora and the other two girls.
Velmora pulled the flap open, a teasing smile already on her face. "Eh? You two are already done? But I wanted to join," she pouted dramatically.
Her gaze shifted to Xiandre, eyeing him up and down. "Fufu~ looks like he's all dried up already."
Xiandre stepped out without a word, armor clinking softly.
Velmora's eyes drifted to a small trail of semen. She knelt down with a playful glint in her eye, swiping her finger across the surface before bringing it to her lips.
"Salty," she said with a mischievous smirk.
Fillia and Millie stood a short distance away, smiling warmly at Xiandre as he stared into the falling snow, the wind brushing past his cape.
"Let's pack things up. We need a faster way to reach our destination," Xiandre said with a sigh.
"Right!" the girls responded in unison.
Xiandre turned toward the tent and approached it. As he began folding it down, Amelia stepped out, her cheeks flushed. She could still feel the warmth of Xiandre's semen lingering inside her, making her shiver in satisfaction.
Velmora caught the look on Amelia's perverted face and sighed, noting the dreamy expression with a faint shake of her head. Xiandre, now done folding the tent, handed it to her. She received it politely, storing it within her dimensional storage.
With that, Xiandre turned toward the snow-covered path ahead and began walking north. The rest of the group followed silently as snowflakes drifted gently from the sky. The breeze was cold, but refreshing. Above them, the sun filtered softly through a veil of white clouds, illuminating the world in a quiet, muted glow.
Xiandre smirked beneath his helmet as he glanced up at the pale sky. Each step he took left a clean print in the snow behind him.
"We're taking too long to get there. We'll need a faster method of travel," he said, eyes still ahead.
"A carriage would help a lot," Velmora replied. "We could probably reach the capital in a week instead of two months."
"I can make us one," Xiandre offered. "Crafting carriages is simple for me—I could be a wainwright at this point."
"Wainwright? Since when did you become one?" Amelia asked, amused.
"Aren't wainwrights just people who make carriages?" Xiandre replied with a chuckle.
"Well, yeah… but what are you going to use to make it?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"You forgot? We're in a forest. There are trees all around us. Cutting and reshaping them is easy work for me."
"If Master can really make one by hand," Millie added, "then moving it won't be a problem either."
"Uwaa~ really? That would make life so much easier. Just what I needed," Amelia yawned, stretching.
"I can use wind magic to pull the carriage if needed," Fillia offered.
"That's actually a great idea. Amelia, couldn't you use teleportation magic to get us there faster?" Xiandre asked.
"I would if I could, but teleportation only works for places I've been to or can see directly," Amelia explained.
"Ah, I see."
"I still have some fabric and gear we could use to decorate or insulate the carriage," Velmora added. "Honestly, we could've thought of this back in Millie's ruined city and saved a day's walk."
"I thought of it," Xiandre admitted, "but I figured a bit of walking wouldn't hurt. I wanted us to enjoy the journey. It's not always about the goal—it's about having a reason to keep going." He smiled softly under his helmet.
"Revenge isn't everything. It's the purpose behind it that matters to me."
"Fufu~ I really enjoyed this walk… especially the part where I got fucked by Xiandre inside the tent," Amelia said with a cheeky grin.
"It was just a short break and you still found a way to have fun with him," Velmora sighed, clearly exasperated.
"Jealous, Velmora?" Amelia teased, her face still flushed.
Velmora rolled her eyes and pinched Amelia's cheeks in retaliation.
"UWAAAA!" Amelia cried out, flailing as everyone laughed.
Millie giggled while Fillia watched the falling snow in thoughtful silence. Each breath she took steamed in the cold air.
"I'm supposed to be a goddess…" she murmured to herself. "Yet here I am, walking through snow, as a slave… after everything I did on my throne in the heavens. Funny, isn't it?" She let out a quiet laugh.
Millie noticed and tilted her head slightly, curious about what Fillia might be thinking.
Xiandre suddenly stopped and turned to a large tree. Without hesitation, he drew his blade and swung. The tree let out a deep creak before falling with a crash, scattering snow into the air.
Without missing a beat, Xiandre began carving it with expert hands. He carried the thick trunk with one arm while shaping it with the other. The girls watched, impressed by his precision.
Amelia used magic to lift several branches, sending them floating through the air. Xiandre nodded in appreciation, whispering a chant under his breath.
"I command this wood to follow my will...control" he murmured.
To his satisfaction, the wood began to hover, floating along beside them. He continued shaping the massive tree as they walked, effortlessly crafting the frame of a carriage. The wood curled and bent to his will, each window etched with blade strokes as delicate as writing on parchment.
Then he carved holes for the wheels.
"Amelia, can you give me some nails?" he asked.
"Sure!" she said, summoning nails forged from bone, hovering in the air.
Xiandre grabbed one and, using his armored fist as a hammer, drove it into place. The girls watched in awe as he worked efficiently, completing the carriage before noon.
When he was done, he gently set it down and climbed inside.
The girls followed, admiring the craftsmanship from the inside. They had watched him build it from nothing—but seeing the finished result with their own eyes still left them speechless.
"Amazing..." Velmora whispered, her eyes admiring the finished carriage.
"Is it?" Xiandre asked softly.
"Yeah... I used to ride in a carriage like this once," she said, her voice distant. "But it was stolen by the RedPillars Bandits too."
Xiandre reached over and gently held her hand. Velmora turned to him, surprised by the warmth in his gesture. He nodded.
"It's alright. We'll get our revenge on them soon."
"Right," she replied with a faint smile.
"So, Velmora," Amelia chimed in, already poking through the interior, "Are you going to decorate this thing or what?"
"Yes," Velmora said with a smirk as she swiftly opened her dimensional storage and began pulling out soft curtains, warm bed sheets, and cozy fabrics.
"Let's make this carriage feel like home," she said confidently.
Without wasting a second, Velmora moved about the space with graceful energy, draping cloth over the windows, layering blankets across seats, and turning the wooden interior into something warm and livable.
Xiandre sat near the window, watching the snow begin to fall heavier, the ground slowly disappearing beneath white layers.
Fillia stood by the open door, her hand stretched toward the sky.
"May wind carry us to our destination," she chanted softly.
A sudden gust picked up, and the carriage began to glide smoothly over the snow. Fillia closed her eyes, controlling the current with practiced ease.
Millie sat near the front, her eyes wide with amazement. The very idea of moving without horses thrilled her.
Amelia slid into the seat beside Xiandre, giggling softly as she looked out the window.
"It's cold," she murmured.
"Yeah," he replied quietly.
"And your semen inside me has already dried up... fufu~" she added playfully.
Xiandre turned to her with a bemused look.
"I never thought I'd crave being pampered by someone I also fucked like an animal."
"Oh? You mean last night when you slept on my lap?" Amelia replied, smirking.
"Yeah. It felt... warm. Real. I haven't felt that in a long time."
"I'm glad you enjoyed my lap, then."
Across from them, Velmora had just finished hanging the last curtain. She flopped into the seat next to Xiandre with a satisfied sigh.
"Lap? What did you two do last night while we were asleep?" she asked with narrowed eyes.
Amelia yawned dramatically, ignoring her.
"Uwaa~ I'm so tired..." she mumbled, stretching before curling into Xiandre's lap.
"Hey! Don't just fall asleep—answer me!" Velmora insisted.
"Mmm... too tired..." Amelia murmured, already drifting off.
Velmora sighed and turned to Xiandre, only to find him gently stroking Amelia's hair. Velmora's head rested peacefully against his shoulder.
"I want to be pampered too, you know..." Velmora muttered, her face slightly flushed.
On the opposite side, Millie quietly watched the snowfall through the window, lost in thought.
Fillia remained by the door, serene. With a flick of her fingers, she summoned her own dimensional storage, just like Velmora's. Xiandre glanced at her as she pulled out a delicate harp and shut the storage space.
She smiled faintly and began to play.
Soft, angelic notes filled the carriage—melodies not heard in this world, songs from the heavens. The sound warmed the soul, soothing everyone as it danced through the air.
Xiandre noticed both Amelia and Velmora had fallen asleep against him.
"Velmora's asleep again... Did she even get any rest last night?" he wondered.
Then his eyes drifted to Amelia.
"Her stamina's always been weak. Her body can't take much pain— and she tires quickly, so she's always sleeping. But Velmora? She's got more endurance than most. Maybe... maybe it's Fillia's music. It's comforting."
He let his thoughts trail off as the carriage glided silently across the snowy plains, guided by wind and surrounded by warmth, softness, and peace.
"What am I doing..."