Ethan trudged back through the dense underbrush to the makeshift camp where Athena and Beatrix awaited. His mind raced with the rough events of the day, but most importantly, he was quite aroused.
As he emerged into the small clearing by the pond, Ethan spotted the two girls.
Beatrix, the loli witch. A sight for sore eyes. She had pushed up her ash-colored hair and was dressed in a simple night frock that hung loosely on her petite frame.
The witch fussed over a small cauldron bubbling with stew. Athena, on the other hand, had shed her usual armor for a flowing dress that hung loosely over her muscular curves. The garment was practical for rest, but it did little to hide her massive breasts.
"Ethan! Where have you been?" Beatrix called out in an annoyed tone. She hopped up from her spot by the fire. "We've been worried sick."
"I made it within half an hour, didn't I?"
"Forget that! Come here. Athena's wound... It's not getting better."
