Holo was faster than usual, even for her lupine form, bounding across forests and plains so rapidly that they flew by like dots in the landscape. They were at Gerube before the sky had even begun to dim, and the sun was still high up in the air.

However, their plans once in town were suddenly complicated. Their party, already needlessly large through Lawrence's indiscretions, had just grown by two.

"Let's see…we can probably get away with fitting three people to a room. The arrangement we've had so far should work out fine if we have Col come and stay with us."

Lawrence worked out the logistics methodically, not noticing Holo's increasing state of unrest.

Holo continued to stew. It was true that the sexy dancer girl tagging along was her own fault, but Lawrence was so easygoing and happy about it that it might as well have been his idea.

However, she couldn't focus on that right now. The rage that Holo had temporarily released that night by the bonfire welled up within her again as she and Lawrence stood at the gates of the town of Gerube, their eyes fixed on the faraway caravan that was heading in their direction.

Eve hid her panic as she saw the two waiting for her at the gate, just barely maintaining her composure. Holo was not calm enough to do even that, and Lawrence had to physically restrain her as he kept her from physically assaulting Eve.

Somehow they had a civil discussion sans fisticuffs, and Eve gave them a recommendation for a good inn to stay the night as they agreed to talk about things in greater depth the next day.

The next day, Holo lay sick in bed while Lawrence and Col headed downstairs to meet with Eve as agreed.

It was morning, and only travelers ever ate breakfast. Therefore, the entire dining area of the inn was filled with people in cloaks and traveling robes, and Eve, who sat at one of the tables in the center, didn't look so out of place.

Instead, the entire dining area was staring at Lawrence. Several patrons began to groan and wince as the innkeeper shot him a dirty look. Even Eve made a face that was noticeable under the thick layers covering her mouth as she pinched her nose.

Lawrence sighed. Col had gone out the night before and found some kind of ointment that could treat Lawrence's head wound—the one caused by Eve in Lenos when she smacked him with the hilt of her dagger. It was effective, but it also stank like a motherfucker. The fact that a room full of people who had been all over, and who had smelled everything, couldn't bear the stench was proof that the stuff was rank.

Lawrence sighed again and took the seat across from Eve while Col sat in a chair to the side. He knew nothing about Eve or her relationship with Lawrence, so he observed intently.

"Well, damn. It's been awhile since I've smelled that. It works, of course."

Lawrence chose to ignore Eve's comment. She was mocking him, since the wound that this ointment was treating was her fault.

"Right. So, it's good that you're accepting the fact that we've caught you, Eve."

"Well, it'd do me no good to be in denial or to panic."

"Well, it's all in the past now. I know that you screwed over a lot of very powerful people for the furs, so I don't want to be involved in that any further."

This surprised Eve, who became noticeably flustered as Lawrence casually waved away his share of the massive fur profits with a single statement.

"We care about something else now. Holo and I heard that the Church is going on an expedition to the north to find a set of pagan wolf bones so that they can desecrate them, and we want to find the bones before they do."

Eve laughed, raising her eyebrows. "You care about flimsy rumors about mythical creatures?"

Col remembered that most people were not aware that Holo was in fact a giant wolf, and that they were really trying to find the remains of her fellow pack members before they got defiled by the Church.

Eve shrugged. "Whatever, I guess you want to sell them on the black market or something. You think I might have some leads, then?"

Before Lawrence could answer, however, Eve stood up with aplomb.

"Before we talk any further, let's get out of here. You're disturbing the other customers. Let's talk at my base."

…

"My temporary base of operations, of course."

Lawrence and Col had followed Eve down the main road, and then off onto a side road, and finally into an alleyway of older buildings. She stopped at the most run-down one, which had black blotches on the walls and looked like it could collapse at any moment. It was obvious that this house technically belonged to someone else, who had abandoned it. Lawrence suspected that it was already condemned.

Col waited for the punchline. There was none, and he was dismayed as Eve and Lawrence walked through the door. He realized that only a very dangerous person would need to hide in such a secretive place like this.

Once they were inside, Eve began to serve them the breakfast that they couldn't eat back at the inn. Lawrence could hear the loud sounds of daily life outside, of children running and playing and of the neighbors. The bread was far too good for the house it was in, and the mead was of exceptional quality. The food felt extremely out of place with its surroundings.

"Anyway, I've definitely heard about rumors about a huge find of pagan relics upriver. You know that area is also known for its copper mines, right?"

"Yeah."

Lawrence knew about the mines. Col's receipts were from the trading company that owned the mines. Lawrence had noticed some discrepancies in the number of bronze coins being shipped along the river, which was how he'd ended up looking so much at the receipts that he'd pissed Holo off.

"Well, it looks like you already know (or suspect) that they're smuggling copper up there. But yes, there's a village in the area where they allegedly found some relics."

"I see."

Eve changed the conversation.

"You're an odd one, Lawrence."

"How? I'm not the one who pretends to be a member of the opposite sex for my day job."

"You're clearly a very competent merchant, yet you've completely lost your soul as one."

"What kind of conversation is this?"

"Don't deny it. You're not looking for these bones for profit, are you? It's far too uncertain a proposition—the bones probably aren't real, if there even are any. You know that. What kind of merchant goes on this kind of wild goose chase? Now, about your companion…"

Eve was clearly not talking about Col, whom she had mostly been ignoring. Lawrence gave a deep breath.

"I know what you're about to ask. Yes, Holo's from the north."

"Aha, pagan territory! I knew it, you're doing this for her then, aren't you?"

Eve got up and stood right next to Lawrence, leaning down until her lips were very close to his face. With her face uncovered, the aura around her only intensified, and she became even more terrifying and beautiful.

"Your bond with her is strong. You have a companion that you cherish so much that you're willing to give up precious time and money for her sake. I'm truly jealous of her, Lawrence."

Eve ran her hands across Lawrence's chest and laughed. Lawrence smiled back. The two of them continued to laugh as Eve suddenly lunged at Lawrence, and the two furiously began to make out.

Col stared at the couple, sipping his honey drink, as he continued to observe and make notes.

Eve climbed on top of Lawrence's lap, pressing herself against his cock. She kissed him again as she undid her cloak and allowed it to fall to the ground. Her tunic and trousers all came off as well, until she was entirely naked down to her boots.

Eve's breasts were small and pale. Her areolae were a pale caramel color, lighter than the other girls. They seemed ephemeral and impermanent, like Eve's very presence. Yet, Lawrence now grasped the fleeting prize in his hands, and they became real, fleshy—his. He then moved his hands down this body that was in his grasp as well, running his fingers across Eve's thin stomach. Like the musician girl, her stomach was flat and hard, her abs quite visible.

Then, lifting her legs up in the air, Eve waved her boots in Lawrence's face, gripping her left foot with both hands as she began to tug on her shoes.

"Hey, Lawrence, I've heard some interesting things about you. I hear that not only are you strong and virile and lustful, you're also a pervert."

"Hm? Did Nora and Diana manage to escape their rooms? I never gave them permission."

"Mm, well, they told me a lot of things, Lawrence. I never thought you'd be so excited to see this."

Eve pulled her boots off as she waved her feet in Lawrence's face, wiggling her toes as the stench of her sweaty, unwashed feet got directly into Lawrence's eyes. Lawrence began to tear up and his eyes began to sting as his cock grew hard, bursting out from his trousers as he began to grind his crotch against Eve's naked pussy.

Eve's feet were smooth, large and pale, even bigger than Diana's, but with a slightly warm ivory that Diana's icy white skin lacked. She touched the tips of her toes to Lawrence's face, then laughed as Lawrence grabbed her by the ankles and shoved his face in her feet. She began to get wet as she rubbed herself against Lawrence's member, and Eve felt her nipples harden as her pussy suddenly let out a very loud queef.

Before all the air had even escaped her pussy lips, Lawrence had grabbed her by the waist and flung her on the table. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, and then Lawrence spread her legs and started fucking her.

The table began shaking as the two merchants copulated. Col grabbed his bread and his drink from the table and continued watching.

Eve grabbed Lawrence and with a violent lurch dragged him in and kissed him again. She wrapped her feet around his back, and she felt him become even harder inside her body as he thrust even deeper.

Eve began to crash and thrash against the table, her back pounding against the wood as she and Lawrence fucked in loud, violent spurts and thrusts. The two of them dug their fingers into each other's bodies, gripping each other tightly, and Lawrence gave a low, loud porcine grunt as he shoved Eve's body tight against his body and drained his balls inside her.

Eve lay against the table, her stomach churning, her pussy and asshole shivering as sweat accumulated around her dark pubic hairs. Her carpet matched her drapes, but only barely. While her hair was a dark-golden, straw color, her pubes, which were fine and straight, were a thick, dirty blonde, an almost chocolatey, dirty color that made her bush look unwashed and unkempt. The thick, sweaty swamp around their crotches, where Lawrence's engorged, semi-soft penis still lay meekly inside the tight, dark folds of Eve's vagina, began to stink. Cum began to leak from Eve's pussy, dripping onto Lawrence's balls and onto the floor. The room began to reek of sweat.

Lawrence began to grow hard again as Eve's ripe stink filled the air, now that her body was soaked thoroughly with grime and sweat. He clambered onto the table again, covering Eve completely, crushing her with his larger mass as he began to fuck her once again.

Col finished his honey drink and reached for the pitcher to pour himself some more, taking care not to accidentally get the alcoholic mead instead as he continued stare intently at the two mating adults in front of him.

Eve began to moan and scream, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around Lawrence's body, placing her pelvis up in the air so that Lawrence could penetrate her as deeply as possible. She shrieked with pleasure as she felt the pain inside her. It was addicting, and her pussy began to spray all over the table as she screamed from the pain.

Eve and Lawrence kissed again, their tongues thrashing about as drool and froth formed around their lips and got all over the table. Lawrence pulled away, and a massive string of drool poured from his mouth straight onto Eve, mixing with the sweat and tears and dirt on her face and burning as it got into her eyes. Eve's cunt began to tighten and overflow as she had another orgasm, the salty, clammy taste of mucus and spit still stuck inside her mouth.

Lawrence moaned again as Eve clung to him, milking him as she refused to let him go. His cock belched more fluid into Eve's body, draining itself once again. Lawrence and Eve made out again, and Lawrence's cock, which had been satiated just seconds ago, burst into action again, hungry and angry again as ever.

The two of them now climbed fully onto the table, knocking over plates and cups. The two of them now rutted like animals, fucking on top of the table as they nearly knocked over the jug of mead. Col now got up, gathering as much of the contents of the breakfast table as he could as a massive erection now formed in his pants.

Lawrence now pulled his wet and raw cock out and held it in front of Eve's face. Pulling her by the hair, he entered her mouth and began to fuck himself with her throat. Eve lay across the table, her body shaking and convulsing, her pale legs throbbing and bouncing. Spit flew from inside deep inside her throat, overflowing like a volcano from her mouth, until it was replaced by a deluge of white cum that flowed out from her mouth and onto her nose and chin and neck. Lawrence pulled out and came over the rest of her face, grabbing her head with one hand and pumping his dick with the other as semen spewed out all over her face.

Lawrence then let go, letting Eve's head drop onto the table. He lifted up his crotch as he entered Eve's body again, pounding her pussy as he pinned her down to the table with his dick.

Eve grabbed the jug of mead and drained it as she fucked Lawrence back, flinging the empty pitcher onto the floor with a loud thud. Eve then lifted herself up from the table as she grabbed Lawrence and kissed him, dribbling alcohol and drool and mucus and cum down her chin as the two continued their heathen mating ritual, rolling around on a table in a frothy mess of booze and cum.

Lawrence and Eve then tumbled to the ground with a loud crash. Ignoring the pain, they fucked on the floor for awhile, rolling around on the floorboards as they rutted. Eve then got down on her hands and knees, shoving her crotch in the air as she thrust her ass cheeks in Lawrence's face.

"Fuck me in the ass, Lawrence."

"What?"

"Beat my shithole senseless."

"What?"

"I reneged on our previous agreement, and as compensation, you will pummel my oiled-up asshole until it's black and raw!"

Eve snarled menacingly at Lawrence, baring her teeth as she ordered him to destroy her anus. Lawrence lifted his quivering erection to her lubed asshole now, staring at her jiggling ass cheeks. They were tender and pale and slightly mottled with freckles. His cock grew hard as he ran it down the length of her crack, caressing it until his tip hit the grassy valley between her cheeks.

Lawrence lifted Eve's legs and hips off the ground, placing himself at her hole. Pulling her cheeks apart, he penetrated her, thrusting deep inside her rectum. He pulled her up even higher, lifting her feet up in the air even as Eve's face was shoved against the floor, and began to fuck her, his pleasure augmented by the thick, fragrant mix of fats that coated her insides.

"A-h-h-h-h-h-h-h…AH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H…!"

Eve began to pulse violently, her tunnels shaking and spitting up fluid, her pussy spraying piss all over the floor as Lawrence thrashed her anal walls.

"AHHHHH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H…OHHHHHHHHHH-H-H-H…AH-H-OH-H-H-UU-U-U-U-U-U-O-O-OA-AGH-H-H-H-H-H-H!"

As Eve tightened around Lawrence, Lawrence also felt himself tense up, and he could feel the fluid within his cock squeezed out from his body and into Eve's.

"nNNNNnnNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN-ohhh-h-h-h-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H…AH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H…ohhhhhhhhAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…A-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H—H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!"

Eve let out one final spray of hot juice from her urethra and then collapsed to the floor, her heaving breasts directly pressed against the wooden planks, her face smashed against the ground. She rested for about a second before Lawrence lifted her back up again.

Eve glanced back at Lawrence, her face red and soaked with sweat, caked with tears and cum and spit. The brilliant and dangerous merchant now looked like a well-used prostitute, save for the ravenous grin on her face.

"I want to look at your face as we fuck, Lawrence."

Lawrence stared at Eve's disheveled hair and her defiled face, and his cock rose once again.

"So do I."

Lawrence lifted Eve off the ground, and she wrapped her legs around Lawrence's waist. He entered her ass again, fucking it as he stood up. The two of them began to make out once again, and they stumbled throughout the kitchen, fumbling and knocking over random, abandoned possessions that were not theirs.

Lawrence and Eve ran into a wall, and Lawrence held Eve firmly there, trapping her with his body as his cock dug into her with violent, gelatinous slaps. Lawrence then began to suck on Eve's neck, taking her forcefully with his mouth as his dick did the same to her rectum.

Eve could feel herself losing control over herself as she pissed herself yet again, her entire body shaking as she orgasmed once more, a forceful and violent quake that interrupted the many smaller ones.

Eve felt a familiar, hot substance enter her digestive system, an invasive force that invaded her body and overran her excretory chambers, as the pounding slowed and then came to a stop. Eve grabbed Lawrence by the ears and stared straight into his eyes, her own ocean-blue irises glittering madly.

"More."

Lawrence obliged, and the two of them stumbled around the hut again, knocking things over as they stumbled towards Eve's sleeping quarters in the corner. There they dirtied her bed with the accumulated filth of their fucking as Lawrence shoved Eve against the walls and entered her from behind once more. As Eve finished her twelfth or thirteenth orgasm, her asshole already a raw, purple, withered carnation, she grabbed onto Lawrence all the more fervently, hissing the same word over and over again.

"More."

Lawrence complied, punishing Eve for her anal obsession by overloading her and impaling her again and again, until her beautiful, fragrant rose was a dumping ground for his vulgar secretions.

Col watched intently, nodding and making notes in his head. He could barely hold himself back as he watched Lawrence's veinous cock pound Eve's quivering hole, and his own asshole began to tremble enviously. His entire body grew heated, and pre-cum began leaking from his cockhole in a vulgar, thick stream as he resisted the urge to pleasure himself.

Eve clung onto Lawrence again, her mouth frothing and her nostrils overflowing with semen and mucus. Her eyes seemed dull and sharp at the same time, intensely focused on a singular, obsessive desire.

"More!"

Lawrence became harder each time she said the word, and his beautiful sex toy squealed with pleasure, loudly bleating and oinking like a lower life form. Her beautiful feet and their pale toes were now curled up around Lawrence's neck, and Lawrence croaked out a long, drawn-out cry of pain and pleasure, his sore and punished cock overworked to the very boundaries of pleasure.

Now spent, Lawrence lay on top of Eve, heaving and resting, his full weight carelessly being brought against her. He slipped his flaccid penis out from Eve's asshole, from which semen flowed freely as her sphincter struggled to close back up. Eve began to cry with ecstasy, the snot from her nose dripping down her upper lip until it went into her mouth. She kissed Lawrence one more time, and they made out again, their bodies thrashing against the spare straw and cloth of Eve's simple mattress.

Eve grasped Lawrence's flaccid cock between her toes, running her feet down his soft, rubbery shaft as she pumped him up again. She smiled as he grew hard once more, and she kissed Lawrence again, sucking and licking him in the ear as she pleasured him.

"Why don't you stay with me, Lawrence? Ditch her and be with me. I can be your trophy bitch. We can screw people over together and make gobs of money, and then you can fuck me in the ass every night."

Eve moaned as Lawrence came one last time all over her feet. They then lay there, on her makeshift bed in her temporary abode. Smothered by Lawrence's larger, more muscular and powerful body, Eve fell asleep in bliss, her toes clinging onto Lawrence's legs. Lawrence fell asleep as well, with Eve's body serving as the soft and inviting surface upon which his body rested.

Col stood at the foot of the bed, having dutifully observed everything. He had nursed a massive erection, a violent bubble of desire welling inside him this whole time, as his traveling companion fucked this mysterious woman.

Lawrence's flaccid cock slipped from between Eve's legs, raw and red, with droplets of cum clinging to his wrinkled foreskin. Col was now face to face with Lawrence's sheathed dick, the monstrosity that had broken the woman that now lay beneath him. Col suddenly felt his pants become wet and hot, and his thighs became soaked with a sticky substance. As he laid his eyes on Lawrence's cock, he could feel his own burst with several quick vibrations, his own asshole quivering and pulsing with excitement, and his own balls contracting and tingling as his own semen dribbled down his leg.

Col moaned. His crotch felt supremely warm and heavenly, but even as he basked in his post-orgasmic glow, he felt his head grow light and his eyelids grow heavy, and propping himself into one of the chairs around the now stained and disheveled table, he fell asleep, the bulge of his cock caught prominently in the massive damp spot on his crotch.

…

The three of them woke up several hours later, when a loud stray fart from Eve's dormant body sent the strong smell of cum and ass wafting throughout the room. The three of them began to stir very soon after that. The three regarded each other silently, and Lawrence and Eve began to put their clothes back on.

Eve got up and began to search through her bag for a quill and paper. She scribbled down something on a piece of paper and folded it up in an envelope and sealed it up. She handed this document to Lawrence, the rich red wax still gleaming.

"Remember the copper coin smuggling we were discussing? Those guys also know about the wolf bones. Take this letter to the trade company. You'll find out all about the wolf bones from them."

Lawrence took the note and pocketed it. He had known all along that Eve knew more about the wolf bones than she let on. Nodding silently to her, Lawrence left the ramshackle building, with Col in tow.

"I understand what's up with you and Miss Eve now."

"Hm? And what's that, Col?"

"She's your ex! She attacked and betrayed you because she's mad that you got with Miss Holo."

Lawrence stopped in the middle of the street, staring at Col. He suddenly burst into laughter, completely losing control for a full minute as he tried to control himself. Finally, regaining his composure, he said:

"That is completely wrong! But it's not a bad guess."

"Then Miss Eve…"

"We've known each other for less than a week."

"And your relationship with Miss Holo is platonic?"

"Purely business."

Col was silent for several seconds as they walked back towards the inn. Then:

"If that's true, then would it be fine if I told her everything that just happened?"

Col stared intently at Lawrence with a knowing look. Lawrence stared back, and then with a smirk:

"Do what you want."

Lawrence and Col returned to their shared room at the inn. Holo stirred slightly, barely awake and still weak from exertion from spending so long in her wolf form. She looked up at the two and watched Lawrence as he waved the letter.

"Eve gave us the name of a certain trading company that knows about the bones. This is her letter authorizing them to talk to us."

"Hm. That worked out well."

"Sure did."

"So, what happened?"

"We met downstairs. Then everyone in the inn stared at me because of the ointment, so we left and went to her place instead to talk."

"And she gave you the letter just like that?"

"Pretty much. She's picked some abandoned house in an alleyway as her base. Very run-down."

Holo made a curious noise and then smirked. "Then she's probably doing some shady, borderline illegal shit again."

"Yeah, probably."

"So, that was it?"

Holo looked in Col's direction, directing the question partly at him. Col looked at Holo, then at Lawrence. Then, with a single nod:

"Yeah, that was it."