They made a stop on the journey and it went well.

The gallant heroes freed the women from the **** collars they wore, all except Ariane, who’s crystal choker was impossible to remove without magic. Starting their journey back to the village, they let the most frail and weak of the women ride on their horses while they walked with the rest.

The nobleman’s daughter, who was called Giana, did not insist on riding on a horse, leaving it to those more in need. She chatted with Khala and Ariane as they walked, seeing both of them as her special saviours, in a certain way.

They took to the road with the goal to return to the waterfall, every one needed a good bath after what they went through and some still had minor wounds that needed attending to.

It was an unusual sight, a scene like from before civilisation had existed. A great group of naked women and a single man went along the road out of the valley, chatting amongst themselves freely for the first time in a long while. The elation on their faces was obvious. Having spent so much time underground, most strained their eyes against the brightening sun as the day went on. They looked almost comical, Mira with her sword belt and shield, Khala and Lex with their bows and quivers and his spear and Ariane with nothing on her but her collar.

After quite a while, they reached the waterfall again. The women were giggling and chatting lively as they saw the welcome sight. Khala took it upon herself to hunt some food for them and some women joined her to gather berries in the wood.

Lex’s cheeks might have ended up staying red for the rest of his days, it was really hard for him to stop his cock from growing hard as he walked among all the naked flesh around him. He didn’t know where to look when a cute girl tended to the founds he had received while fighting in the tunnels. And a few of the women stole glances at his undressed body, giggling among them.

Not being interested in women that much, Mira had it easier, when she was treated too, her numerous wounds being cleaned and tended to as much as they could with their limited resources. The swordswoman caught herself stealing glancing at the lithe half-elf, who had made her mad by peeping at her at that same place only yesterday.

Ariane felt like a wolf in the sheep pen, all the naked beauties around her and even some of the older women, she could appreciate beauty in all its forms.

After everyone had finished their bath and Khala and the gatherers came back with food, everyone had a small meal and then the journey continued on the road.

As the village came into view, one of the women on the horses cried out, “We are here! Praise the Gods!”

The caravan of naked flesh passed some fields and a farmer ran to his fence. He tried to avert his eyes, but had to look for his daughter and wife, “Good heavens! You saved them! Ulana, Katia, are you there?”

All the women’s cheeks flushed red as they tried to cover themselves with their hands—all but Ariane who didn’t lift a finger. Two women who looked quite a lot alike, ran from the back of the pack, “Julius! We are here!”

The man leaped his fence and took his wife and daughter in his arms, not caring about their state of undress for that moment, “God, I thought I lost you!”

“W-We are fine, thanks to our heroes, father!” the daughter cried with tears in her eyes.

The man looked to the only armed women, “Th-Thank you. I can never repay my debt to you.”

Mira shook her head, “There is non to pay. The mayor and Giana’s father will give us all we need. Go, take your family home.”

The man nodded and took his wife and daughter along the path through his fields.

The mood was elated, everyone looked forward to reuniting with their own families.

...

A large gasp went through the village as the band of naked women came down the main road. Men, women and children came out on the road, mouths agape and gawking.

The heroes’ cheeks burned as they tried to hide their precious bits from prying eyes. Some women with a bit more sense rushed inside their homes and fetched blankets or linen sheets for the naked women. Some of the locals in their entourage fanned out and looked for their loved ones in the crowd, crying, hugging and blushing. They returned to their homes but soon returned to give the women who were not from the village something to cover themselves.

Ariane, Mira, Khala and Lex were given sheets to hide their nudity too.

Alerted by the commotion, the mayor rushed out of his home and towards the town square. He approached the heroes he had hired, “Eureka! You have done it! I had nearly given up hope someone might come through!” He gave all of them a bear hug and then stopped at Lex, “...the others?”

The half-elf shook his head.

“I’m sorry, boy. We’ll drink to their memory tonight,” the mayor laid his hand on the young man’s shoulder. He looked to Giana, “Praise the Gods that you are safe, Lady Giana. Your parents will be overjoyed.”

“Not as much as me, I promise you, Balthasar,” Giana nodded to him, “The four of them went through hell for us, they need a king’s reward for their deeds.”

The mayor chuckled, “Indeed. Sadly, I cannot offer such but I’ll do what I can.” He smiled at all of the assembled women. “Now then, we’ll need to get you all to your homes, but first, you should eat and drink. Go to the inn, I’ll cover the expenses.” He grinned widely, “Tonight, we celebrate the return of our women and our great heroes!”