This wasn’t a problem since I was already deep in there. She was looking at me with quite predatory eyes now, and I continued my duty as her disciple. Fortunately, she hadn’t lied when saying she was easy to please. Thinking about it, even if it was her first time experiencing cunnilingus and there was pleasure in novelty, she still came relatively quickly this morning. It was the same right now too. I could have expected her to be less sensitive due to having sex for decades but she was getting into it no differently from a younger woman. It was no wonder she still liked sex so much.
For the next ten minutes or so, I worked on her cloaca hole tirelessly, making her cum several more times. She reached one last good orgasm, her body tensing up violently, and finally let go of me, laying down on the blanket while panting hard.
“Haah, haah, such an exotic pleasure. I could get hooked on it.”
“Did I do well, master?”
“You did an amazing job. It was even better than I expected. I’m satisfied.”
“I’m glad.”
After resting a bit more, we used the river to wash ourselves once more. I took advantage of the cold water to cool my hard-on, waiting for the eventual reward she promised me. When we were good enough, we simply sat on the riverbank, our feet in the water, and waited for Selva to return.
It took her another good fifteen minutes before she did so and I could only imagine all that had gone on for her during such a long time.
“You’re late, Selva.”
“…Sorry. We can go now.”
I wondered if it was my first occasion to see her apologetic. Wico didn’t say anything more and we climbed on the carriage to depart once again. The horses had rested plenty and trotted at a good pace. We lost quite a bit of time due to the attack and I hoped we could reach our town objective before the night.
“Master, why do these bandits exist?”
Selva suddenly asked this, without any preparatory context. Wico seemed used to it and immediately answered.
“In what sense?”
“I mean, even if it’s cruel, wouldn’t sending a couple of rank 5 or 6 destroy a group of bandits like this? Why isn’t the kingdom doing that?”
“Oh, but they do. These bandits' camps are regularly exterminated. The problem is that the oppression against men is so strong that, as soon as one of them is gone, another one appears right after.”
“Is it that bad?”
“Yes. We’re staying on the main road and going to places frequented by foreigners so we can’t feel it that well but in most of the kingdom, men are truly treated terribly. They end up escaping, form a group of outlaws, and get killed and captured again. Because of this, men’s treatment becomes even worse since they’re seen as criminals. And so, even more men can’t handle it and become outlaws. It’s an infinite cycle of misery.”
“Why don’t women stop it?”
“They can’t. The moment they do that, men are going to take advantage of it. They’ll reverse the roles and become the tyrants instead, to avenge themselves.”
“Why don’t men flee the country instead of becoming bandits?”
“Some do. But most leave with truly nothing on them and life doesn’t necessarily become better.”
Selva became lost in her thoughts while Wico turned toward me.
“Speaking of bandits, I learned the location of their base. Let’s go and raid it, Tila!”
She didn’t seem to feel much pity toward them at all. I could understand it since they attacked us to steal our goods after killing us all. I pondered about it.
“Hmm, maybe on our way back. We’re overloaded right now. There’s no point even if we went there and it’s dangerous because the carriage is so slow.”
“All right!”
Selva didn’t seem to like the idea much but didn’t protest against a potential future raid, this time. We continued forward and the rest of the trip was peaceful, with nothing special happening.
We reached the main town in the barony, which was our stop for the day, right after the sun started to set. It wasn’t a large targe town by any means but still couldn’t compare to the villages we had gone through. We could see a large manor in its center, the baroness’ residence, and a thousand houses or so around it. The architectural style was elegant, with many houses being decorated in some way, be it with small sculptures or flowerpots. The colors were mostly cold, going from pale blue to light green, with a few pale purple here and there.
“Do you recommend any place to stay at, master?”
“There’s still none that I’d consider completely safe so we might need to sleep in the carriage again. Ah, that one had nice food last time I came here but I don’t know if that’s still the case.”
Large trading caravans could assign guards to their carriages but we couldn’t do so, being only three people in total. It wasn’t a big deal anyway since it was just for a few more days. On the way back, we wouldn’t need to be that wary since the carriage would be empty.
We chose to go into the inn that Wico indicated. Now that were deeper into Makji territory, the patrons were mostly feline women, with only a group of another species on one side and a group of feline men in another corner. The gender ratio was far from equal, and the looks I received were even more intense than in the previous village. However, the feline men also received quite a lot of attention even though they tried to be discreet and mind their own business.
I ordered the same as in the previous village and we sat down to enjoy dinner. Wico complained that the food wasn’t as good as in the past but I felt it was decent enough. The food culture here was the same as in Geola so there was nothing too exotic, at least from the point of view of someone born there.
While we were eating, two feline women came to our table, one pointing at me.
“Hey. Are you going to share him tonight? Can we join?”