Carmen Elisa Need to Die

Chapter 1/5

Just one thought was on my mind as I walked towards the hamlet of Redspring. Would I find Carmen Elisa there, or was my latest lead just another false trail?

Somehow I could not really imagine her being here. Perhaps it was the rain and the mud as the last of the daylight lessened. Not that this was worse than any other small villages in the autumn. More like I always thought that Carmen would be found in some more luxurious place than an stupid village.

Of course I could not pass by the place without looking. The word was out about a Carmen living in Redspring that had been molested by a sellsword named Brook and had responded with such a powerful kick that the poor man had to be shipped by wagon to the nearest temple for recovery. Sounded like it could be the right Carmen.

Another cold drop of water somehow managed to get below my heavy cloak. My ill fitting armor made it hard to get the cloak to close properly. I suppressed my shudder as I thought of the mess I would be in when I reached the little village.

Lone blond warrior woman on the road with over sized swords always attract attention. If their armor does not fit then it gets utter worse.

Men get so ugly ideas when they see a girl that perhaps might not be up to defend her honor. That I have a very good reason for being armed in non matching armor helps little when I can not reveal the reason without ending in an even worse mess.

I suppose you wonder about the reason why I would trust my life to be protected by an armor that does not fit. Let us for the moment settle with that my earlier armor had an accident and I took what I could find.

A more important question is why I am looking for Carmen Elisa. Why would I be on the road searching for her for so many years. The simple answer is that she need to die plain and simple.

I don’t know if Carmen knows I am on her trail, I suppose she might think I hold a grudge after she seduced my fiancé and convinced him to run away from our wedding. I don’t think she expect me to come and kill her for that. Actually that would be correct, I would not bother to kill someone that did me the favor of revealing that my fiancé was a big mistake.

I can understand why he had mixed feelings about to marry a noble lady like me, the idea to be number two in the relationship did not taste well to him. Still it shames me that I could not see that he lacked the courage of taking the step and he was too much coward to even tell me.

Anyway I might despise Carmen or perhaps even hate her for what happened, but that is hardly worth spending years to look for her.

To sum it up; this is not about revenge for her stealing my man five years ago. The reason she need to die is not that I am heartbroken. It’s more like either she or myself will be sent to hell and I very much prefer it to be her.

I must say that to call Redspring a village must be a an insult to lots of villages out there. Twenty something of cottages do surround the single two floor building at the center.

It beats me why the king decided this desolate place would need to have a Royal Inn. Not that I complained, no tax collector has managed to empty my purse for years so it is not my money paying for the folly of having the Inn in the little village of Redspring.

It would be nice to not have to sleep in some hayloft a rainy night like this.

No, I don’t mean that I have slain any tax collectors, at least I did not kill anyone because I knew him or her to be a tax collector. On the other hand you don’t stop and ask what their occupation is when somebody tries to kill you, if you get what I mean.

The lack of paid taxes is more like I have been on the road for years with no official income. Thinking about it like that I might eventually have some hard explaining to do if I ever run into a tax collector. How would I explain what money I have been living on these years, or even worse how I managed to assemble a fortune while on the road?

I hear the king put a tax on prostitution now so that explanation will not fly either. That would be worry to be saved for another time since I by now had arrived to the Redspring village.

As I approached the Inn I suddenly felt the giant sword attached on my back, rattle in the scabbard. I gave the sword handle a good stare. It stopped rattling when I looked at it. Like always it felt awkward looking at the handle, nobody could look at it and not wonder if the blacksmith was not perhaps thinking on completely different things than combat when he fashioned the long handle.

If the blacksmith was out for compensating for his own size he must really been in the miserable category when it came to sex life because the size of the dildo handle was extreme. Luckily the handle put off many people from trying to steal the sword. Very few males likes the thought of carrying a giant dildo on their back even if it is attached to a sword.

I let my thoughts wander, could it really be that Carmen was in this village, perhaps she had taken a stop at the Royal Inn and run into the sellsword?

I hesitated some and then put my hand on the sword handle to learn the truth. To my disappointment the sword handle was cold to touch, it had been a false alarm. Carmen could not be near, either she already had left or she was never here in the first place.

Perhaps the rattling came from the blade just reacting on the assembly of people inside the Inn. Like many times before I wondered how close I must be to Carmen for the sword to pick up her presence. I simply did not know, I needed to continue looking until the sword turned warm.

There was a stable outside the Inn, but since I came on foot there was little reason to go there. I entered the Inn, like usual I had be careful as I walked past the door to not get stuck with the sword. I am not so tall that the handle could hit the top of the door frame, but I need to have the scabbard hanging slightly diagonally to be able to draw the sword. It complicates thing when you get indoor, but what would the life as sellsword on the road be without challenges?

The Inn room was very small, the Kingdom officers planning the Inn had rightly assumed few would travel to this remote location and made the Inn small. This had the weird effect that the room felt crowded despite there only were about ten customers inside. A bored Innkeeper stood by the bar serving beer as a single dark haired pretty maid, maybe 18 years old, carried food to the few customers who wanted anything to eat.

I approached the Innkeeper. “I would like to rent a room until tomorrow. Depends on this autumn storm how long I stay.”

“Common lodging or a room of your own?” he asked while giving my ill fitting armor a long stare. I wondered why he did not look more at my over sized sword at the shoulder, but it was a clear plus if he ignored that instead of coming with bad jokes. I raised my brow and returned his stare.

“A room your own?” the Innkeeper asked, I nodded. “You need to pay in advance. To many customers these days that are captured by the dice devil.”

He was referring to the habit of many citizens of kingdom to gamble away their savings in dice game you could find all over the kingdom.

“I pay in advance,” I agreed and put two bronze coins on the desk. It was his turn to give me a questioning stare.

“I would like food also,” I explained. He nodded and took the money. Good that I still got a hang of how much things cost, it is easy to loose track when you have plenty of coins.

I assume you wonder why I have many coins when I earlier told I had no steady income? Quite simple really, it would be a waste to leave coins on slain persons and over time the number of coins stack up when people keep challenging you for duels all the time.

I sat down by a table in the middle of the room after dropping my metal arm greaves. It was very nice to get rid of those since they did not fit my arms particularly well. I suppose you wonder why I didn’t choose some table by the wall so I could keep watch around me. Two reasons basically, firstly there was no good such spot since the room was rather crowded, secondly like I just told you I have made a fortune from winning lots of duels and it was not against farmers out in nowhere like this.

Like usual I kept the sword on my back despite it made sitting on the chair more awkward. It also meant that I must keep the breast plate of the armor on me despite being in a public Inn.

At least the stew was good, I nodded towards the maid that served me. Quite a pretty maid for such a remote location, most likely she was family to the Innkeeper and thus working without actual pay to support the family business.

I can tell you that the maid did stare at the handle of my sword. She blushed like crazy when she understood that it really was so obscene as she had first thought.

I pretended I had not seen her reaction, it never got better if I tried to explain the sword handle. It was not like there was any possible explanation that could be said with an honest face.

“Amazing piece of weapon you have there, is it for emergency use?” a drunk farmer asked as he sat down by my table.

“Yea, It comes handy when the men I encounter are fools,” I responded. Why was I urging him on instead of trying to get rid of him? Don’t ask me, I just felt like it.

“From the looks of it you are a girl that likes large tools. Yet I must ask, must it not be awkward handling such a large weapon?” he asked.

Maybe he was not so drunk as I had first assumed, that question was actually quite subtle.

“I find the size appropriate, anything less would not satisfy my needs,” I said as I finished the stew. I gave the drunk farmer a dry stare.

He was on the way to continue the exchange when he suddenly looked down on his pants and turned crimson. It must have suddenly caught him that he could not compare in size to the sword handle. I sighed in relief as he stepped away from my table. Drunk farmers are really not my thing.

The maid passed by again and I gave her a coin to fetch me a beer. As she returned with the beer an muscular middle aged man that was far from young approached my table.

I don’t mean old as some grandfather, more like he had a graying beard that hinted he might have children close to my age. Would place in him in age of say like 35 or some other ancient age.

I am actually joking, I am a lot older than any kid of this guy, my father is more than a decade older. This guy was probably quite a couple of years older than 35, but not old like my father.

“This is dangerous times, how come a young thing like you is out on the road with just a melee weapon and that armor?” the man asked.

“I am searching for a woman named Carmen Elisa,” I said. No point in trying to explain that I could take care of myself.

“Never heard of such,” the man responded. “The only Carmen here is the wife of my nephew Carmen Emer.”

“Emer?” I asked to verify that I heard the name right.

“Yes, I am Marc Emer, the major of this village,” he responded. That this little hamlet would have a major was funny indeed. A village council of farmers seemed more reasonable.

“What was Carmen’ surname before she married?” I asked to be sure.

“Miller, she is from the village at the other side of the ridge to the west,” Marc Emer answered.

“Seems like I came here in vain when chasing the rumor about a Carmen being here that had kicked the balls of a sellsword,” I responded.

“That is the wife of my nephew. Might I inquire what your name is?” he asked.

“Lydia,” I responded, refusing to give up my second name. Shall I claim that it was to stay clear of tax collectors?

Not really, simple truth is that I just felt sick of the time I spent traveling here and wanted to be a bit rude so he would leave me alone.

“A trip here in vain, why don’t you join my bed so you can at least claim you got the best possible fuck out of Redspring?” Marc Emer asked.

I swallowed too much beer in surprise and started to cough. He actually wanted me to have sex with him even though I was so much younger. Maybe it is because I still feel like the same age I was five years ago, but it felt weird to even consider him in a sexual way. I wonder if he had a wife that might become jealous afterwards?

“Many ladies of these part can vouch for me being great in bed, what do you say?” he asked, his faced filled with a horny grin.

Before I answered I felt the sword on my back rattle. Was it amused by the situation?

Many people before me have tried to master the sword to avoid getting stuck in situations like this. I had no illusions left, I just folded when the sword demanded something. After all the last owner of the sword had lost the sword to me exactly because she tried to master the sword and did not have the needed will power. Sometimes I wondered if I would not have been more simple to get slain on that dreadful day instead of starting this journey of revenge.

Remind me to tell you that tale sometime when I am not busy. Suddenly I realized with dread that the sword had stopped to rattle, had I been too slow to react?

“I would gladly invite you to my bed,” I said. “Please show me the full extent of your lovemaking.”

“I thought you would like my offer,” he responded with a proud voice.

“Let us do it now,” I said. Perhaps I could please the sword if I gave my everything to degrade myself by fucking this farmer with delusions of him being great in bed.

“Oh, you are an eager bunny,” he responded laughing.

“It has been a long road, long since I got laid,” I lied.

I actually took my time to look at him. He was not too shabby if you ignored his gray beard. I have never liked a beard on a man, but I do like men with broad shoulders and Marc Emer did certainly have that. It looked like he could pull up a small tree with his bare hands if needed. The benefits of living a hard farm-life I suppose.

I fetched my key from the Innkeeper and the maid arrived to show me the way to the rooms on the second floor. How many questions I could see in her eyes as she guided me and the older man to my room. I did not try to make any explanations.

The room was adequate, of course bad standard compared to what I preferred, but that is expected in the countryside even on a royal Inn.

I suppose there would not be any bath unless I paid dearly. The maid put the oil lamp at the table and departed. The lamp gave enough light to give me an idea of the room, but not more. The two beds did at least look reasonably clean, a shame that it was too dark to see if there was any lice in the bed. I hoped Marc would not be here if the beds had lice, he looked clean and well groomed.

Without looking at him I started to undo my armor. Any hope of him coming to my assistance turned out to be unfounded. Stepping out of the ill fitting boots was no real problem, but the wet straps on the armor were awkward to loosen. I dropped my sword, I doubted it would give me guidance if it found the present level of degradation acceptable.

Actually I might have reason to worry, I was far too much looking forward to this fuck for it to count as a degradation at all.

Turning towards him I started to undo the straps of the breastplate. Like I had suspected he had his hand down his pants, quite clearly wanking his member hard. Obviously he very much liked the idea of watching a warrior woman getting ready to get laid.

Why not play along? I thought and after dropping the heavy breastplate I started to sensually strip the clothes I had left. If he thought anything about the fact that none of the clothes really matching my figure he said nothing. I suppose it is common here in the countryside that daughters inherited male clothes from the family.

Untying the string of my pants I let them slide down slowly so slowly. He sighed as he saw the white flesh of my tights. He could not see it yet, but perhaps he anticipated that I had no underwear below the tunic that now just barely hid my private parts.

Slowly I stepped out of my pants. Turning sideways I bent my leg to be able to pull off my socks. It should give him a hint of me being nude below the tunic. From his grin I concluided he really liked to stare at my trim tights that I extended for his pleasure.

“Is it the custom here that the male come to the bed with clothes on?” I asked as I finished with the other sock.

He jerked alive and pulled out his hand from the pants, I think it was very wet. With the oil lamp on the table being the only light it was hard to see. He pulled his tunic off to expose his broad male torso. It was not hairy like I had feared, but instead a sure delight to watch. Had he been working with blacksmithing before he became the so called major of this hamlet?

You don’t get those kind of muscles by idle work. He saw my gaze and flexed his muscles. Oh, that was pure pleasure to see.

I did not pull off my tunic but stepped closer. I can tell you that his member gave his pants an eye catching bulge. It hinted on him being well proportioned. He actually had the tool to match the rest of his body, nice!

I don’t think I need to tell you that I have long passed the state of forcing myself to doing acts like this. Right now I longed to have my inside spread by this hard cock. Rumor is that they on the country side only can make food and produce babies. Should mean they have great skills in both areas, right?

He stepped up to me and pulled me close. His fingers gripping my tight ass and pull me tight to him. He lifted me up just enough that my tunic did slide up so that his still pants-covered cock pressed at the entrance of my sex. It seemed like that this was a well practiced move. I purred in delight as I felt him rub himself towards my flesh, he was indeed larger than the average man.

Without hesitation he suddenly swept my leg and threw me into the bed. I was too surprised to have time to react. The hard hay-bedding took some of the air of my lungs. My tunic had slided partly up and he was there within a moment.

Somehow he had time to get naked so that his nude member probing hard at my opening. How had he managed to pull his pants off in that short moment of time?

I did not get the chance to consider it, he was inside me!

I groaned in sexual want as he stretched my quickly expanding wet folds.

How long had it been since a cock stretched me like that?

Honestly it was just days since I had sex, but this was not your average fuck. The last weeks of fucking could not compare to how he worked his body into me in controlled but distinct thrusts.

It must actually be years since I was this turned on from the first encounter with a stranger.

“You have a very interesting handle on your sword,” he said as he rapidly made me climb towards my climax. I looked over his shoulder to see the sword leaning towards the other bed.

At the moment I was more attracted to his member spreading me, but the sword handle with its sculpted male form still summoned my attention.

“You feels very nice, really…you know…your stuff!” I panted as he drilled my eager hole.

“Do you use that handle to relive yourself when you are on your own?” he asked, his panting still remarkably relaxing considering how close it must be to his release.

“I want…you…now….but…yea…it…really…is…a…life…saver,” I responded.

“When we are done I want to see you using that handle,” he said.

“Deal, fuck me lots first!” I answered. The sword would without doubt love that.

The moment after he increased the speed of his thrusts tenfold. After perhaps fifty intense thrusts it was over and he groaned in sexual bliss as he pumped his seed into me. I had not come yet, and thus felt a burst of irritation. Still any intense hard fuck like that is very satisfying.

“I must warn you that my seed is very potent, I am the father of many children around here,” he breathed into my ear.

“A pregnant sword woman, that would be a sight to see,” I mumbled as I hugged him close to me as his body was still trembling. I closed my eyes to relax in the moment.

I did not really expect to become pregnant, the demon in the sword had promised that my magical connection to the sword would make it impossible to become pregnant. Seemed reasonable, after all my monthly bleeding had stopped when I picked up the sword. Of course you could never know for sure when the source of the information was an actual demon.

He pulled out of me and I expected him to collapse at the bed beside me, instead he left the bed. I opened my eyes to see him pulling the sword towards the bed.

Wise enough he kept the scabbard on, he had a look of puzzlement as he felt the weight of the blade. I bet he wondered how a female like me could swing such a heavy monster weapon. His arm was bulging with the effort to lift the large weapon that was far heavier than a sword of ordinary metal would be.

I spread my legs for him and he put the sword between my legs. The edge of the handle so temptingly close to my eager hole. I kept myself in line, I wanted to know what he would do first.

He moved to my head and knelt over my head. Experimentally I licked his balls and he shuddered in delight. Obviously he intended me to make use of the sword handle while he watched from that position. I did not want to make him disappointed. I took hold of the broad hilt of the sword and directed it inside.

Like always the magic of the blade responded on entering me, the carved cock of metal would turn animated inside me. It was actually felt alive in all aspects except the coldness.

The huge dildo spread me further than even his cock had done. I moaned in pleasure as I licked his balls and humped myself with the cold sword handle. The sword was deadly cold compared to my warm skin, giving plenty of evidence that Carmen was not around. At the moment I did not care, the coldness only enhanced the experience.

From his movement I understood him to be masturbating. He was indeed a horny farmer that could get ready to go again so quickly. I suppose the look of a warrior woman, at the prime of her age, pleasuring herself with her dildo sword handle was a strong stimulus.

The long sword handle stretched me so deeply, very deeply. I don’t know how many times I have done this before, like many times before I wondered if I ever would be able to take all of it inside me. I did not feel inclined to try today either, the sword seemed quite content with me only taking most of the handle inside. Taking more would without doubt hurt and I had thus so far declined to take the full length inside me.

Suddenly I felt wetness splash over my breasts and stomach. Marc was groaning deeply as he sprayed his seed over me. It pushed me over the edge and I screamed into his balls as my body was on fire. Tingles passed through me in incredible speed. In some way I was feeding the sword and accepting something back in return.

This thought even further increased the ecstasy of my climax. I was really giving my all to the sword that I so rapidly was slamming into my eager cunt. I don’t know if Marc in the moment of passion was aware of how easy I handled the massive sword between my legs. I mean, of course his eyes must have seen it, but did his attention really register that the woman sucking and licking on his balls handled the gigantic sword like it was a minor sex toy?

Somehow I doubted it, would his ego really be comfortable with me being that much stronger than him? Eventually my climax left me and I remained lying there with my sword buried deep inside me.

After a while he dragged himself off me and I just lay there. He was pulling on his clothes and I was too tired to care.

He did something at my purse, did he take or leave money? Normally either alternative would been enough to stir my anger. Now I just lay there relaxing. I was too satisfied to care. Just by the door he paused.

“You are a hot minx, but I understand I can never compare to that sword of yours. It is magical, right?” he wondered. I refused to answer.

“I have some things to do, but if you are still left in the village later we can perhaps have more fun,” he said.

“No promises, but you were lovely. Best fuck I have had for a very long time,” I responded. From his composure I could tell his male pride liked the praise.

After he had left I was too tired to climb up and lock the door. Would I learn to regret that?

Maybe, I did not care. Any enemy of mine that decided to make a move when I was having fun with my tool deserved what they got. I smiled widely as I drifted into sleep with the sword handle just in the right place. It was a shame the dildo handle was only animated when I actually moved the sword.

* * *

I woke up and listened if there was any sound of rain on the window. I could not hear any, but in far distance I could hear the sound of a hammer.

I suppose farmers desperate for winter might work on their houses even in bad weather, but it seemed much more plausible that the storm had passed since there was no sound of the wind or rain.

Sleepily I looked around to locate my sword. It should still be in its scabbard, but there is always the risk for serious injury when you sleep with your sword in your bed.

I relaxed, the sword was at the corner of the bed still in the scabbard. I could see the remains of yesterdays sex covering the sword handle. It looked very inviting to drag the sword close and push the handle inside me, but I was still a bit sore from the nights session so I decided to get breakfast instead. I used the bed linen to wipe the sword handle clean.

The clothes had ended in pile by the bed. With a grown of discomfort I pulled them on. They were still wet from yesterdays storm. Wet wool, familiar stuff on the road, but not something that I am very fond off.

Entering the main room of the Inn I found it all but deserted. The locals would of course be out working and any other visitors most like was already on the road. I doubted anyone else had overslept as much as I did.

“You want porridge?” the dark haired maid from yesterday asked. I nodded in response. It looked like the maid intended to say something more, but then the Innkeeper summoned her to the kitchen.

A short while later the Innkeeper himself returned with the porridge and a tankard of water. I accepted them in silence and started to eat.

“Headed back east now when the storm has passed?” the Innkeeper inquired.

“Actually I came here from the north, but yes I intend to go towards the coast now,” I responded as I finished the breakfast. It was actually an quite acceptable meal, you get what you pay for at Royal Inns.

“Anything I should know about the roads east, are they safe this time of the year?” I wondered.

“The storms sometimes undermine the southern eastern road at this time of the year. The road goes close to Redspring river and it has happened that careless autumn travelers end in the stream. If you want avoid risk of a land slide I suggest you take the north eastern road. It will mean you miss the village of Millersvale, and instead head towards Oak. The total distance before you reach the Green fields village might be a bit more, but Oak is pleasant as any other village around here,” the Innkeeper suggested.

“Thanks for the advice, I have no business in Millersvale so why not take the safer road,” I said and handed him a tin coin for the trouble. He seemed quite content with the small coin and I finished the breakfast and left the Inn.

If I lingered at the Inn I might run into the petty major of the village again and I had better things to do than to fuck farmers. It was rather hot outside for being autumn, hopefully my clothes would dry during my travel.

I found the north eastern so called road and concluded that the farmers notion of road did not align very well with anything from back home. A narrow trail through the forest that just could support the width of an oxcart seemed a more fitting deion.

After walking for most of the morning I stayed to rest. It’s funny how you can have supernatural strength, but still become tired from wearing badly fitting armor. I relaxed, leaning on a fallen tree nearby the trail, when I in distance heard the sound of somebody running.

Twisting my head to hear better I determined that somebody was running from Redspring, following the same trail as I did. At first it had only been the sounds of twigs breaking, but by now I could hear the ragged breath of the person.

I decided to remain by the fallen tree, why would this runner really concern me?

A more pressing question was if I should had purchased some food before I left Redspring. Actually I had not even asked about the distance to the village of Oak, for all that I know I might not reach the village this day. When the Innkeeper talked about Oak I had assumed it to be of equal distance as Millervale, but in truth the innkeeper had only said the total distance to Green fields was about the same.

Finally I saw the runner, it was the serving maid from the Inn. Her identity took me some moments to determine since her face was discolored and swollen after she had taken a serious beating.

She was past the opening by the fallen tree while I still tried to figure out what could have happened. Was there some kind of trouble in Redspring and they sent her to fetch me since I was the only sellsword around?

“Hey girl!” I shouted. “Looking for me?”

In moments she returned back, her face filled with a mixed set of emotions. Relief? Fear? Worry?

“I wanted to tell you!” she exclaimed. “Emer is planning an ambush!”

“What? Is your village major planning an ambush?” I asked totally perplexed.

“He claimed the title when the villagers did not dare to challenge his band of robbers anymore. Normally they operate on a longer distance from Redspring, but your purse was so full that he instructed father to lure you to this remote path,” the badly beaten girl told me.

“I suppose you got your beating from trying to warn me?” I asked.

“I did,” she responded. “Dad beat me up when I tried to sneak out to talk to you. Afterwards he had to send me to my room to not scare the guests and I could get away.”

“Why oh why girl? Why did you take a beating to protect me?” I asked.

“When you came I thought about asking you to take me from this neighborhood ruled by robbers. I think Marc Emer intend to force me to marry one of the slimes working for him. I thought that maybe you were on the road as a sellsword because something similar happened to you,” she said.

This did not seem like a moment when I should talk. If I had opened my mouth I would have said something bitter that would have left the girl even more broken. Beaten girls running away from. forced marriages do not become famous sellswords but bodies along the road. All the female sellswords I had ever heard about, me included, came from a noble background. Only nobles of the realm had the luxury to train their daughters in the art of war.

“I think they heard you when you shouted so we will probably not be able to sneak out of the trap like I hoped. If you can survive, then you can train me. Otherwise we better both die here,” the girl proclaimed in a melodramatic voice.

I felt awkward, a young girl following me on my grim mission to kill Carmen Elisa. I could imagine worse travel company for the girl, but it took effort.

“Following me is not such a good idea,” I said. She did not listen.

“Can you fight well?” she asked. “Promise me that you teach me everything if we survive this. I rather take my life than let Emer’s robbers take me. Marc Emer’s revenge will be horrible if he finds me here.”

“You are babbling,” I intervened. “How many robbers are there? How are they armed?”

“Don’t know how many,” she responded. “They thought your armor to be too tough for their shortbows so they talked about using blunt weapons. Axes, maces and shields.”

“No crossbows,” I commented. “That is good news. How many? You must have some kind of idea.”

“I don’t think they had much time to set up the ambush, only a couple of robbers should be nearby. Perhaps as many as five,” she responded.

“Had me beginning to worry there,” I said. In the far distance I heard something that might be persons moving through the undergrowth beside the road. With their careful movement I don’t think any normal person would have heard them.

“They are close,” I said. “Stay hidden unless you think that you can aid me.”

Was it grim to invite her to risk her life when she did not have the proper training? Maybe, I don’t know. I did say it mostly to find out if she had sense in her head.

Learning her to use a weapon would just take effort. Trying to beat sense into her head so that she could survive a cruel world like this can’t really be done on the road, the stupid ones dies long before they learn. To my relief the girl decided to hide herself.

I turned towards the direction of the approaching attackers and pulled my sword. It felt good to feel the monstrous weight of the weapon. Would this be an easy or an hard fight?

The answer was pretty much up to the sword. Lately I had been listening pretty keenly on what the sword signaled to me, except yesterday at the Inn. Yet sometimes the sword decided to punish me just to set an example.

Four attackers arrived to the clearing and they looked fairly competent as they judged me and advanced in a spread out formation. I smiled as I looked at them. They had the weapons that the girl from Redspring had said, this made things more easy. Close combat is just my thing.

The sword chose this moment to intrude on my feeling of superiority. I have only seen this happen from a distance once. In the middle of it you see little.

As I recall it you see a vertigo extending from the sword and going up the arm until it surrounds the whole body of the wielder of the sword. If you are standing in the middle of it all you can do is to protect your eyes as your clothes, armor and gear are torn into bits by the power of the sword.

I stumbled backwards from the impact. I did not need to look to know that my armor and clothes were gone. I stood there stark naked with only my sword in hand. Two thoughts filled my head. This would be a much harder fight than I expected, and the sword was still liking me well enough since I had no problem holding the monstrous weight of the sword. No reason to let attackers know that of course. I feigned that I could not hold the sword and doubled over.

With luck I could take out one or two of the attackers if they did the mistake of thinking that a nude girl that seem to have problems raising her sword is a defeated enemy.

“Nude? Is this some kind of trick?” one of the robbers asked.

“I have heard about priestesses that go into combat naked. Could this be it?” another robber responded. From the sound of it they were still advancing on me.

“Did you not see how her clothes dissolved?” the first robber objected.

I could hear the breathing of one of the other robbers behind me. He did not listen to the others, probably too intent on planning how he would rape my body.

“Chief told us to beat her down, don’t get any funny ideas,” the first robber complained.

I determined that the one behind me was close enough and launched my strongest mule kick. My foot hit his shield. The shield held while the arm behind it did not, I could hear his bone breaking moments before his cry of pain.

One of the others tried to rush me with mace raised to beat me down. Maybe in anger he thought he had a better reach than me. It was of course an mistake, him being taller could not compensate for the length of my blade.

I swung my huge weapon one handed at foot height and he was too intent on closing in on me to jump so he went down screaming with one foot less. In my hand I could feel the sword tremble as it tasted blood; it wanted more.

I rotated around to meet a possible charge from any of the remaining robbers. The charge did not come, they had learned the lesson. The two remaining robbers watched me with respect in their eyes. Both had seen me swinging the two handed sword with one hand and they were obviously busy wondering how such feat of power could be possible.

I gripped my sword with both hands and entered a proper combat position. It was the third form taught by my father’s swordmaster, and at least one of the robbers did not like what he saw.

“Maybe we should retreat,” he suggested with an uncertain voice.

“Leaving two of our brothers to be slaughtered? We are two and she has no shield, let’s make a combined attack and bring it to an quick end,” the other robber countered.

The first one was not convinced, but he followed in a practiced drill as the first one tried to provoke me to attack. My fathers swordmaster had spent many words about such tactic. It pretty much left the defender with no choice but too retreat. If you engage the first one he would use his shield to protect himself. If the second attacker had trained enough to coordinated strikes you would be dead within moments. Even with opponents that had barely trained together it is a good strategy.

I didn’t particularly feel like retreating so I used something that my father’s swordmaster never had imagined. The situation is dangerous just because you cannot hope to overcome the first attacker quickly enough. At least if you are an ordinary sword user.

I did not hold back anything but used all my strength to launch a massive top down cut with my sword. This is the kind of attack that you seldom see in real combat because it leaves you open to counter if the enemy manage to block the attack. The robber raised his shield to block the cut as he drew back his mace to hit me when my guard opened.

The robber never got around to hit me with the mace. My large sword cut through the shield like an axe cuts through a wood chuck. Biting into flesh in an explosion of blood the sword continued downward until it stopped somewhere in the middle of his lungs.

The cry of mortal agony from the poor defender started directly, but soon died. His lung collapsed from the damage and could not sustain the sound anymore.

I twisted around towards the final attacker. Irritating enough the sword had become stuck within the attacker. I ignored this and raised my sword with his body still impaled on the sword blade.

The final attacker was staring at me with utter panic in his eyes. His weapon trembled as he tried to fathom what had happened. In the end he did the only smart thing he could do, he ran.

Groaning in irritation I used the only loose object I could spare, a dying robber’s corpse. Swinging my sword in a mighty arc I flung the body at the fleeing robber. It was quite rewarding to see the escapee tumble over as he was hit by the body. He struggled to regain his footing, he succeed in time to see my sword coming to chop his head off.

I whirled around to see if the robber with the broken arm was trying to escape. There was utter terror in the man’s eyes as he struggled to loosen the shield tied to his broken arm. I went past him and cut his leg off with a single cut with my blade. At first the move surprised him too much for him to do anything, but then he began to scream.

The robber with a missing foot had been busy trying to cut off the blood flow. When he saw the leg of his comrade being chopped off he froze. Deep inside him I could see the realization appear that there was no way out of this. He opened his mouth to beg for his life and I thrust with my blade to open his entrails. I got another pitch of male screaming from this mortal injury.

Stepping away from them I looked around at the carnage caused by my rampage. They were all dying, or very close to dying. Hopefully the sword would enjoy the pain caused and in the near future be more relaxed about to punish me for not following the whim of the sword quickly enough.

Just one more thing remained before I was done here. I knelt by the road and directed the sword handle towards my eager cunt. Whenever I used the supernatural gifts provided by the sword I need to thank it for the effort to keep being able to use the power. Am I first wielder of sword being degraded in this manner? How would for instance any of male wielders from the past been able to act do satisfy the sword in this kind of situation?

Honestly I did not care and just slammed the sword handle into my cunt. It felt like pure heaven as I worked the long handle into me inch by inch until I felt impossibly filled up. There was still three inches left, but this was not the day to injure myself by platying with the dildo so I kept myself in line.

I put my everything into drilling my fuck hole with the dildo handle of the cursed sword. The blood spilled by the sword made it even more alive than usual. Had I remained still the movements of the sword handle alone might even still had made me climax. I was not content with trusting in luck, I wanted to come badly as soon as possible.

Repeatedly I slammed the dildo inside me and my whole body twisted in increasing arousal. It felt so incredibly good masturbating with the tool that I had just used to maim and kill the four robbers.

Finally I was there and moaned highly as my cunt pulsated around the animated metal dildo. I just sat there basking in the moment of masturbating nude in the cold autumn air. The sword handle was still buried inside me, but now dormant. To pull it out so soon would be a shame. The sword tip was resting in the pool of blood on the ground and absorbing all blood in came in contact with until it was satisfied.

A while later the screams from the dying robbers had stopped and I opened my eyes as I heard a person approaching. It was the girl from Redspring that stared at me as I knelt with the sword handle buried deep in my cunt. The scene with me covered in blood doing this must look pretty weird.

“You are like awesome,” the girl said. “Please take me with you on your quest.”

Strange that the girl did not run. Had she even seen my armor or clothes getting torn and me afterwards mutilating the robbers? Did she think that I had stripped to masturbate after the battle?

I decided that she must have kept watching the whole time, her gaze on the sword was one filled with dread but not surprise over my brazen behavior. She had seen the sword destroying my protective gear and had time to come to terms with what I was able to do with the sword.

“What is your name?” I asked since this was the only question that came to my mind.

“I am named Elenore Highcliff, but I suppose I might need to keep the surname hidden from now on,” the girl said. “What is your name?”

“I am Lydia Silea,” I said. No real point of keeping the name hidden. “Yet lately I been known most as the carrier of the cursed sword Nachal.”

“Silea, as the noble house?” she asked. I just nodded.

“I can’t provide you with any aid in combat when you have such formidable strength and magic weapon, but I can act as you maid and serve you in every way on your quest if you bring me away from here,” Elenore promised.

I felt the sword handle in my cunt twitch at her words. I was not touching the sword, but the sword was again alive inside me and working at stimulating my inside. It left little doubt that the sword liked the thought of having Elenore around.

It seemed very likely that it would be easier to satisfy the swords urge for sex if I had another cunt to offer.

I hesitated at the thought of this. There was danger here, if Elenore bolted when sex was demanded the sword could take revenge on me. On the other hand the cursed sword Natchal would without doubt punish me if I declined the offer at this point.

This was the choice given to me. Bring the innocent girl with me and expose her for the wickedness of Natchal and hope that I could make her accept the inevitable humiliation or send the girl on her own and me taking the punishment for disobeying the swords wishes.

What I did? Have you not been listening? I long gave up of mastering the sword, but decided to follow its every wicked suggestion.

“I accept you as servant if you promise to serve me in every manner, including lots of sexual matters,” I said.

The girl was smart enough to hesitate about my words with me sitting there with my cunt spread by the metal handle, but not wise enough to ask for the scary details.

“I do,” she simply said after a long consideration. Inside me I could feel the sword handle twitch in joy of what eventually would follow.

“See if there is any clothes or gear that is clean enough so I can use them,” I ordered. “Also see to that all coins, including my own that should be spread out over there, are collected in coin purses.”

“I shall,” she promised. “Could you tell me about the quest as I do this.”

“I travel the lands searching for the woman named Carmen Elisa,” I said. “She was a high level servant at the kings court that I encountered a number of years ago when she seduced my fiancé.”

“What will we do when we find her?” Elenore asked.

“I will kill her,” I said.

“Because she stole your fiancé?” Elenore asked.

“No, not because of that,” I responded with a sigh. “When I won Nachal in combat it spoke and asked me to name my enemy. Carmen Elisa was the only one that I could think on that had annoyed me enough so that I took the effort to recall the name. The sword then gave me supernatural abilities to aid my quest and eventually will allow me to send Carmen to hell. It also warned me that should I fail I would take her place. My only hope is that the sword spoke truly about that if I succeed then all my sins will be transferred to Carmen. That is why Carmen Elisa need to die.”

Elenore paused in her task of examining the bodies and stared at me with wide eyes. I wondered if she would try to bolt directly, a sword that transfer sin is obviously not something that would be approved by any good religion.

“I see why Carmen Elisa need to die,” Elenore finally said. “I hope that I might be of assistance on your quest.”

“I am sure you will,” I responded as I felt the sword handle twist inside me. I wondered if the sword anticipated taking a virgin. I worked the sword handle in and out of my eager cunt until I felt another climax wash over me.

With a smile I pulled the dildo out of me, the demon inside the sword must be content by now since the sword had become dormant again.

As I stood up Elenore came over to me with a pile of clothes that she had assembled. There was a distinct smell of smoke and dirt on the clothes, but there were few alternatives. Going around naked in the chilling autumn air would not end well.

“Where do we find this Carmen?” she asked as I finished putting on the clothes.

“I would not be in this remote place if I knew,” I responded. “I have been on the road for five years without ever finding any fresh clues of where Carmen Elisa can be found, just rumors about somebody like her having visited the place I move through a long time ago.”

“I heard you talking in the Inn about coming from the north, are we heading south now?” Elenore asked.

“Maybe,” I responded. “Actually that might not be such good idea, I was there last year and had to leave after a duel with the daughter of Lady Semperet. I don’t think Carmen is there and I doubt the lady has forgiven me for killing her daughter. I am thinking that maybe it is time I head to the coast again, must be three years since I was there last time.”

“The coast is on the other side of the Ambracks mountain ridge. That is more far away than I ever have been,” Elenore replied.

“Speaking of distances, how far is it really to the village Oak compared to Millersvale?” I asked as I remembered my earlier thoughts about if it was a mistake to head out without supplies.

“It is actually a bit closer than Millersvale, but I think it might be a mistake to stop there,” Elenore responded. “The official story is that a couple of young daughters from Oak inherited the farms belonging to their family after their parents visited a party and were caught in a terrible fire. Marc Emer heard about their problems and sent some of his men to aid them since he felt sorry for them, eventually they married the daughters that had been orphaned. What really happened should be obvious.”

“Very obvious, do you think that Marc Emer might have alerted his men in Oak?” I asked.

“He would not have had the time, but sooner or later he will start looking for the men you killed. If we hide the bodies and disappear ourselves he might think they eloped with your money until we are safely away. That ploy won’t work if his men in Oak tell him that the ambush failed and in what direction we went,” Elenore explained.

I considered telling the girl that I was not afraid of any second rate countryside robbers, but eventually decided against it. In reality I currently had no actual armor and it would just take one trained robber with a missile weapon to create a combat encounter where I could not make use of my super natural strength.

“I was planning to get food and other supplies in Oak. Avoiding the village might leave us rather hungry,” I commented.

“One of the robber’s had a backpack dropped over there with some food, should be enough for today. Beyond Oak I know a farm where a woman lives that used to work on my father’s Inn before she got married. As far as I know Mirna and her husband has no connection to the robbers so their farm might be good place to buy food and to find shelter,” Elenore said.

“Sound’s like a plan, let’s get rid of the bodies,” I said.

To bury four bodies out in wood without any tools to dig with is hard. No way that a nobleman’s daughter like me would ever do such a hard labor and Elenore did certainly not had the muscles to do it in reasonable time.

The best hiding place I could find was to tie the bodies up in the trees. If a good trapper came looking, the scavenger birds would reveal the hiding place, but with some luck the birds would have picked the bodies clean before that. The first people sent to check what had happened with the robbers would most likely be just some random thugs that happened to be at hand. I was betting they would not be smart enough to check what had interested the birds up in the trees.

As for the blood left on the ground I had my demonic sword that absorb blood so when we were done there was very little for the naked eye to discover there. We departed the clearing and walked on in silence. I did not feel like talking and I guess the girl did not dare breaking the silence.

It was late in the evening when we arrived at our destination. Elenore had called it a farm, but cottage with a barn would be a better deion.

I will spare you the boring details of the small talk when Mirna greeted us at the door. By now Elenore’s face had bruised up even more from the beating her father delivered and Mirna did not need any prompting to guess who had done the beating.

It was clear from their talk that Mirna had quit the work at the Inn because Elenore’s father was abusive. Eventually she directed Elenore inside to wash her bruises. During all the catching up I don’t think she noticed me at all.

Mirna’s husband remained with me outside the cottage. I still to this day don’t know his real name, but he looked at me and then blushed as he saw the sword handle.

“We are a little short on space with kids and that sword looks dangerous. Can you sleep in the barn?” he asked.

The sword responded to his words by a rattling in the scabbard, I suppose the demon in the sword liked to be called dangerous.

I had kind of expected this reaction and he was not to shabby looking. Running a farm together with his wife meant he did lots of heavy lifting. He was more lean than bulky, but he sure looked inviting even with his clothes on.

I don’t mean that he was handsome, he was a rather plain average guy but well built if you get what I mean. In truth I did not really mind. I have definitely lowered my standards after so long time on the road, and nowadays I don’t look only for the ones with pretty faces.

“Are there animals in the barn?” I asked. “Can you please show the way?”

“The animals are on the ground floor so they should give warmth. They cannot disturb you on the hayloft except by making sounds,” he explained as he did lead us there.

From the outside there was ramp up to the hayloft to allow easy delivery of the hay so we did not need to step past the animals to get inside.

The barn was as expected rather small, from the sounds below I guessed the animals were limited to one cow, one horse and some goats.

“How about blankets?” I asked as he showed me how to unlock the door to the hayloft.

“I’m not sure if we got any to spare,” he replied.

“Not even if I have coins to buy them?” I asked.

“That put things in different perspective,” he said. “How many blankets do you need?”

“Actually, one will be enough for us,” I said and extended a silver coin to him.

He stared at the very valuable coin with wide eyes, most likely he had never had handled such a valuable coin. Of course I had smaller coins, but the sword had invited me to mess with him and who was I to refuse?

“I don’t have exchange for that,” he finally mumbled.

“No worry about that. I want more than a blanket,” I said and rolled my tongue seductively.

“Uhmm…what do you mean with more?” he asked with wide eyes.

“I want my backpack filled with supplies and then I want something more fun than a sword handle to fill me up,” I said as I unhooked the straps holding my sword and dropped it on the floor.

“The dildo handle? You have used it on yourself?” he asked while blushing.

“No matter, I want your cock inside me now,” I said.

“No, I cannot cheat on my wife,” he objected.

“Don’t be such a prude, think on what you can do with the silver coin?” I urged him. “She never need to know. Just you and me having a little quality time while Mirna is busy with the beaten girl.”

“It’s lots of money, but I don’t think this is a good idea,” he replied.

Trying to argue with stubborn farmers is not my thing so I started to strip naked.

If he decided to try to bolt I would surely have the strength to force him to stay, but I didn’t think I would need to. He had so far made no effort to exit the hayloft. If he really was so troubled by the thought to be unfaithful to his wife I think he would have tried to move the discussion to a more public place.

I started by pulling my tunic off to reveal the linen cloth keeping my breasts in place. I had his attention locked on me by now and I started to slowly pull my pants down. Since none of the robbers had been female I had no underwear so he saw my female bits almost directly. Except the detail that when he was starting to get a better look at my sex I paused the action with him just barely able to see my sex. I smiled as I started to remove the linen straps keeping my breasts in place.

I looked him the whole time to see his reactions. There was no doubt that he was not thinking about his wife anymore. His gaze was all over me as he kept rubbing his maleness through his clothes.

I dropped the linen on the floor and let my hands prop up by tits for his inspection. He grunted in approval and then watched transfixed as I finished removing my pants.

Finally I had the pants down by my feet and stepped free of them to be totally nude in front of him.

“I need you inside of me now!” I ordered as turned away from him and bent down. I used by fingers to spread my ass so he got a perfect view of my sex.

He had his pants down in no time and stepped closer. He was aiming his cock more towards my asshole than my cunt, but I had my hand ready to catch him and direct him to enter my cunt. He grunted in satisfaction as he felt my wetness.

It might just be a day since I fucked the robber Marc Emer but I was already longing for more sex. You reach a point when the sex stops being about trying to build a relationship or family but instead turns into a pure addiction.

I felt him stretching my inside and loved every moment of it. The fact that the unfaithful husband seemed oblivious to that I did this more out of habit than really having the hots for him specifically did actually add to the experience.

The pace he used was frantic with him slamming his whole length into my slutty hole. I savored every part of the moment while I planned the rest of my visit at their small farm. No, I won’t tell you in advance what I was planning.

Finally he grunted as his cock delivered its load deeply inside me. I wiggled my ass to increase the stimulation in the final moments, but he was quickly loosing his erection after cumming and I had to settle with faking a climax.

Why I faked the climax? Simple really, every man like to think themselves as literal gods of sex and if anything happen that makes them question this they often start to project and think the woman is at fault. Not the best circumstances to get more sex and I am never really satisfied anymore.

“I want more,” I whispered with a hoarse voice as he pulled out.

“Sorry, but I am spent,” he responded as he started pulling his clothes back in order.

I considered to use my superior strength to force him to stay until he had recovered for more sex, but then decided against it. I was actually considering a plan that seemed much more fun than violating some farmer in a remote barn.

He left the hayloft and I went around and assembled my gear. A short while later Elenore came to hayloft with a basket of some food and a wool blanket.

“They just gave me one blanket,” Elenore commented.

“I just purchased only one blanket from them,” I said.

“Sharing blanket? Is that why you are nude?” Elenore mumbled in a unsure voice.

“You catch up quickly,” I said as I delivered my best mischievous smile.

“My bruises hurt a lot and it is the wrong part of the month for me,” Elenore responded while blushing deeply.

“Listen, I need sexual relief and your hands seems to be fine, do you have a problem with our arrangement?” I asked with a threatening tone in my voice.

I could see her pretty little head working full time to process the situation. I was pretty sure what her conclusion would be.

By now her family would have discovered she was gone and with the robbers that had hunted me missing it would not take much for Marc Emer to make the connection. Her father had beat her up just because she might warn me about the robbers, she would hardly get any protection when Marc Emer came for her.

Serving me sexually or returning to Marc Emer and the other robbers and hope for mercy. I was clearly giving her the easy way out.

“You had me promise to serve you sexually so I kind of expected this, just not this part of the month. Still your point of my hands being available to provide service is on spot,” she finally admitted.

“Great, that you would come to your senses,” I said as I took the blanket and spread it out ever the hay.

She stripped of her dress, but kept her underwear on. I laid down on the blanket and soon I had her by my side. I directed her hands to my sex and then wrapped the blanket around us.

At the start she was trembling and obviously unsure about what she was doing, I wondered how much masturbation she really had done in her life. At least she was very attentive and listening carefully to my moans, eventually she was starting to pick up the basics for how to pleasure a woman.

It took quite a while to get there, but eventually she had me trembling as the climax washed over me. Myself I spent most of the time thinking about what I would do the next day.

When I was done she started to pull her hands away from my sex. I caught them and directed them back. I wanted to go to sleep with her hands on my sex. What she thought about the sleeping arrangement was really not my problem. I drifted to sleep with a satisfied smile on my lips.

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When I woke up the next morning Elenore was already up. I lay there nude below the blanket and watched her sorting through the backpack we had claimed from the robbers.

The door opened as the husband came in. He carried a sack with him that I guessed contained the groceries I had purchased yesterday.

“Elenore, come here!” I ordered. She came quickly and I whispered secretly into her ear. She nodded and left the hayloft.

“What did you say to her?” he asked as he put the sack down by our backpack.

“I asked for privacy,” I lied as I pulled the blanket off me to reveal my nude state.

“Oh, you mean…I mean, no…that is,” he stuttered.

“Surely you know what I want,” I said and let my fingers play over my nude torso.

“Yesterday was great, but we really should not,” he objected.

“Why not?” I asked as I got up from the blanket. I moved towards him with a seductive sway in my hips. He was watching my every move and I beamed at him.

“Now, I want you to fuck me!” I ordered.

“No, I should leave,” he objected and turned towards the door.

I never gave him time to move, but caught hold of the cloth in his pants and ripped. Considering my strength it was no real challenge, but he was surely surprised when he suddenly was half nude.

He was not really having any erection, but I could fix that. I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled him towards me. By the time he realized what has happening I already had taken his cock into my mouth and was worshiping it with all my skill.

It did not take many moments for him to get hard, but he still tried to pull out off my mouth. I did not like it, but instantly let him experience a touch of my teeth. He froze in position as I continued to suck on his hard cock.

I intensified the effort. Alternating by letting my tongue whirl around the tip of the cock and deepthroating it. I don’t think he ever had experienced anything like it, in a short while he was trembling. I intensified the effort his groans matched the effort.

“I am gonna…” he exclaimed and I pulled back so that his spray of cum hit my face.

I sat back satisfied as he collapsed in the hay. “You want some cloth to wipe that away?” he asked as he tried to recover from the climax.

“No, I am fine,” I said. He sat up and extended a hand to wipe the cum away from my face. I caught his hand stopped him, he stared back at me in confusion as I with ease pushed his hand away.

“Why?” he asked. I was on the way to answer something sarcastic when the door to the hayloft opened.

Elenore and Mirna stepped inside and the husband froze when he realized his wife was watching us. Mirna just stood staring at her half nude husband and nude me with plenty of cum all over my face.

“How could you!” Mirna exclaimed.

“I am sorry, I could not resist,” I lied. “He was so eager that he ripped his clothes apart to get his cock free. I dared not resist him.”

“No, that is not what happened,” the husband murmured as he awkwardly tried to cover his exposed genitals. He had the remains of his pants, but I had caused to much damage for it to work reasonably.

Few things beats watching an unfaithful husband squirming when he is discovered and I enjoyed it a lot, but it seemed like Mirna was more the timid kind so there would be no direct action. I suspect the sword was content anyway with how I had messed with their relationship.

I pulled on my clothes and exited the hayloft. Elenore followed me obviously stunned by what had happened.

“You sent me to fetch Mirna so she would discover you in the act, why did you do this?” Elenore finally asked.

“Partly because it was fun, but I also need the demon inside Nachal satisfied,” I responded.

“The demon get off from you doing evil acts?” Elenore wondered.

“If it is sexual act, then yes. Knowing that Carmen Elisa will take my sins when I am done also adds to the motivation,” I replied. “Is this a problem for you?”

“No I can deal with it,” Elenore responded.

I smiled at her answer. I wondered how long it would take for her to realize that the deal with Natchal only applied to me personally.

Killing Carmen Elisa might remove my sins, but Elenore would be stuck with consequences of out joint actions. Not my problem really, I care only about my mission to make sure Carmen Elisa dies for my hand so that she is sent to hell.

End of chapter 1/5

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