“With haste, Holy One. Better not left the Mistress waiting.” The leader of the dark elf bunch waved her hands to hurry their steps.

“This place is… lively?” Staas’ experience at Blackswamp wasn’t enough to make him realize what’s that noise mean. Gytha on the other hand was too busy clinging every part of her body onto the boy as her lust keep growing stronger and stronger. He didn’t seem to be bothered by it, however.

“Miss! Can you at least make us clear from the mist before we go?” Adra got annoyed by the dark elf’s nagging, he got his own problem to solve. “Or just her is enough!” He pointed at Gytha. “You can’t possibly demand us to talk to some higher up with a mind full of lust!?”

“Uhh… okay? I’m sure the Mistress can take that excuse.” The dark elves suddenly removed the tiny bit of fabric that covered their most important regions.

“What in Father’s name are you doing!?” Adra snapped with his face completely cooked.

“Huh? Weren’t you ask us to clear your lust?” Those gir