A body in the mud

The two walked to the body, a man in travel clothes, probably dead for three days. He had an arrow in the leg and two in the back. Giving a closer inspection, Arlstor noticed the mark of the postal guild on his clothes, but the man had no pouch of letters.

"A postal runner?" He commented out loud. "What would he bring that was worth killing him?"

"A imagery of the last moments may give us some answers." Niel said.

The giant nodded, he knew what kind of spell it was, so he knew what to do. He opened his pants and freed his cock. With their difference in size, the elf didn't even need to lean to his large member. She grabbed it and started to rub and lick it, sometimes, leaving kisses along the shaft. It was a long spell, using the raw sexual energy, unlike the quick hexes that used her stored tantric energy or the charms that used the carnal power of the target. Arlstor cock grew hard and Niel could now start giving head. She had to open her mouth wide to take the massive member, and only half of it could fit in her mouth. But that was enough with her experience in doing this. The giant could feel her tongue going all around his shaft and her lips massaging the member as she moved back and forth. Soon his warm cum filled her mouth and he pulled out.

Niel started to make shapes with her fingers while mixing the sperm with her saliva in her mouth. She then swallowed it all and said. "Verelad!"

A white translucent image of the dead man appeared several meters from them, limping, an arrow sticking out of his leg. He seemed scared and panicked, as anyone is, when facing mortal danger. After a few steps, two more arrows got stuck in his back and he fell where his body was. Not long after that, two masked figures appeared in the range of the spell and walked to the postal runner. They took his pouch of letters and walked away. The ethereal reconstitution disappeared short after that.

"They wanted the letters, but, why kill him?" Niel wondered.

"And what kind of letter destined to a small village is worth stealing?"

But then both realized that the only thing of value from the village was the artifact. They looked at each other with concern.

"We better watch out our backs." Arlstor added.

Niel nodded, things may probably be more difficult than expected.

The giant took a quick look into the possessions of the postal runner, but didn't find any hidden letter or anything. He didn't know it was precious, or didn't care. The two of them, then, continued their way to Garland and finally left the misty forest. In front of them, the city of the dragon skull was visible on top of the hill. It was easily recognizable by the giant skull of the mythical creature laying next to the building of the city, and was an impressive view, as the thing was as big as the city. It was mind-blowing to think that anyone managed to kill them during the war of dawn, millennials ago.

The day was about to end soon, so Arlstor and Niel resumed their walk to the city.