The last leg of the journey

With that, the session of morning sex was over and Dareios and Vanya joined the others in consuming a simple but tasty and nourishing breakfast.

“Right, Northmoor will be our next stop.” Kandra declared as they gathered up the remains of their meal, with none of her colleagues making any sign of protest.
After dressing himself in his sandals, loincloth and scarlet tunic and fixing his sword belt, Dareios took the opportunity to check out how the three vixens had decided to dress for the day, knowing that he would have finished dressing long before they did.
Vanya had donned what looked like simple sandals, save for the combination of stiletto heels and platforms in a see-through material which were attached to their soles. See-through was a word that could also be used about the poncho which made up the rest of her outfit, the garment leaving pretty much everything under it completely exposed to the naked eye.

It was a marvellously indecent outfit, but Jalee looked as if she was able to top that, albeit by a slim margin, as she stepped out onto the grass in a wide-sleeved purple robe, the lining of which was dotted with odd symbols against a bright yellow backdrop. The robe itself hadn’t been such an outrageous piece of clothing if it had been combined with something, but it was apparent from the way in which her nakedness showed under the opened robe that Jalee found the garment to be enough in itself.
And, as Dareios found out when the dark angel teased him by doing a swirl, the robe was so short in its cut that all Jalee had to do show off the entirety of her heavenly ass to him was to bend forwards ever so slightly.

Finally, there was Kandra, who had dressed her legs in what looked like the baby sisters of the pants she had worn when Dareios woke up; a pair of pale brown shorts which covered not an inch of her legs and clung tightly to her pelvis while being cut so low that her pubic hair would have been showing, had she not been such a devout follower of the smooth-shaven look.

Apart from the miniscule shorts, Kandra wore the same high-heeled boots as before and had run a very narrow band of dark brown cloth over her breasts, tying the simple string together with a ribbon on her back just below her shoulder blades.

Dareios reflected on the amount of different outfits that his three fellow travellers were bringing along until he realized that the general sparse size of those outfits were probably the most reasonable explanation.

“Are you sure that we have to leave right away?” Kandra asked the other, nodding softly at the fact that Dareios was once more sporting a huge erection which had pushed his loincloth aside to stretch out into thin air.
“I’m afraid so”, Jalee informed her, “the sooner we reach Northmoor, the sooner we can start making money.”
“Gold isn’t everything in life.” Kandra insisted, but still joined the others in climbing aboard the wagon, to which Dareios had reined the horses.

Since the area was far from a safe one, the party had decided on implementing the same non-fucking policy during their journey as had been in place during the night, and since the landscape was a monotonous mixture of woods and barely noticeable hills, Dareios began to slumber off in the wagon bed.

He had no idea of how long he had been asleep when he was stirred back to consciousness.