Preparations

“How did it go?” When Callum stepped out of Baram’s office, Ilyria was waiting for him. She wasn’t any less impressive the second time round, and he was back to finding his gaze drawn instantly towards her tremendous rack.

“I’m going off to find some bandit,” Callum summarized, while taking in the expanse of tanned cleavage left on display by the blonde’s bodice, “And find out who he is.”

“Before you do, there’s something else you should do first,” Without even trying, Ilyria got Callum’s cock stirring all over again.

“What?”

Rather than to say anything, Ilyria pursed her lips into a seductive smile and let her gaze flicker across the hard muscles put on display by him wearing his fur cloak thrown over his shoulders. Upon seeing his loincloth shift as his member continued to swell and stiffen underneath it, she dug her teeth into her bottom lip and finally looked back up at his face. It had only taken her a few seconds, but the effect that Ilyria’s ogling of him had had on Callum was pretty devastating.

“Come on,” she purred, and Callum followed her.

Down one flight of stairs they went, then into another room. This one was more furnished than Baram’s, including with a large bed on the other end of the room from a pair of large, door-like windows and two substantial oak wardrobes. There was also a washstand with a mirror in front of it.

Ilyria sauntered up to the washstand, letting her skirt-clad arse bounce behind her along the way, then turned into a position that showed off how far her tits and bubble butt protruded out in different directions and underlined how curvaceous her toned body was.

“Know how to use one of these, Callum?” Picking up an object placed next to the metal bowl of water, Ilyria unfolded it and revealed it to be a straight razor.

“Yes.”

“Good,” Placing the razor back where she’d picked it up, Ilyria sashayed her way back towards Callum, “Because that fuzz really needs to go.”

“I’m not...” Callum didn’t know what to say.

“It doesn’t look good, and would just tickle...” With a slight raising of one eyebrow and a suggestive glance, Ilyria shattered Callum’s unwillingness to lose what he’d hoped would one day be an impressive beard but which remained for now a pathetic scattering of strands like pubes that had migrated onto his throat and chin.

Shrugging his shoulders, Callum walked over to washstand, all the while feeling Ilyria’s gaze upon him.

“I’ll be right back,” Slipping out of the room, Ilyria disappeared from view before Callum had had a chance to see her go, leaving him alone to slip off his cloak and proceed lathering up his face with soap. Then he shaved, carefully, while being alone and focusing on not nicking himself with the sharp blade left his dick to soften completely.

“Much better,” Ilyria returned as Callum was washing up afterwards, and seemed to be referring not just to his shave but also to him being clad in just his loincloth and boots.

“Thanks,” Unfortunately for Callum, Ilyria hadn’t followed his lead in taking off half her clothes. Or perhaps that was fortunate, because he had a task to perform and some time alone would give the inexperienced young warrior a chance to try to come up with a way in which to handle the formidable blonde babe.

“I brought you this,” Ilyria unfurled the black cloak that she’d carried tucked inside her left arm, “It’s more discreet than your own one.”

“It is,” Callum agreed. He’d done enough hunting to know that along with knowing how to track and being a good shot, being able to remain undetected until the time came to pounce your prey was vital.

“And enough people will notice you anyway, especially women...” This was just the third brief encounter he’d had with Ilyria, but already it was to Callum that she used her charm with a precision he’d thought impossible, turning it on and directing it all at him at a moment’s notice. The effect that her voice, words and expression was having on his cock brought to mind a snake-charmer that he’d once seen perform at the local market.

“And there’s something else,” Tossing the cloak onto the wide bed, Ilyria opened one of the two big wardrobes. Peering inside it, Callum was surprised that it didn’t contain clothes, but rather a rather vast and varied collection of weapons, with axes, swords and knives dominating it, “In case you can’t use your sword.”

Ilyria threw a sheathed dirk like the one strapped to her toned thigh at Callum, who snatched it out of the air and had her nodding with approval at his reflexes.

“You’re not one of those idiots who’d rather die an honourable **** than fight smart, are you?” Ilyria asked as she watched Callum weigh the large knife in one of his equally large palms.

“I’m likely gonna need every advantage I can get,” Callum strapped the dirk to the back of his right thigh, out of sight but within reach in case he’d need it, “What with you distracting me.”

It was the first time he’d found his wits since Ilyria had opened the front door, but Callum wondered how she’d react to him firing back verbally at her. To his delight, it got him the biggest and lewdest smile from her yet, followed by her planting her hands on her hips and thrusting her chest out towards him.

“Oh please, I’ve been going easy on you,” Ilyria snarked while making a very erotic sight in contrast with the array of weapons she was still standing in front of, “If I’d wanted to, I’d have had you walking out of here with that loincloth pushed aside and your balls having actually turned blue.”

“Whatever you say,” Finally starting to feel comfortable now that he had a goal and had shaken free of the nerves that the long day had caused, Callum donned the new cloak and found that it fit him perfectly. If the surroundings were dark enough, the black of the cloak would be enough to hide even his large, strapping frame.

“Just wait till you get back,” Ilyria promised, again intensifying the erotic and suggestive nature of her voice so that those few words were nearly enough to have Callum’s dick rise into the open, “Whatever happens, you’ve got a long night ahead of you.”