She gave the apple pies to the one on the left, but as she was about to leave, the one on the right grabbed her by the arm, fondling her long skirt and legs. Lorenza was too close to her, and the Royal Guard's hands were searching for something Lorenza never wanted to think about again.

  Lorenza La'ra gave the apple pies to the one on the left. As she was about to leave, the one on the right grabbed her by the arm, fondling her long skirt and legs.

  "Before we go to investigate the servant boy who escaped from the center years ago, why don't you get down on your knees and unzip my armor's bulge with your mouth? And give me a morning energizer. Or else, I will hang you to the nearest tree now and have your kids treat me in front of you. See. I am a simple man."

  Lorenza remained silent, gulping but keeping a charming smile. She thought about giving in to their demands, but the risk of being discovered as the one they were looking for, due to her birthmark, was too great. Because All La'ras had the same birthmark on their lower back!

  The Royal Guard urged her to decide, saying, "I have no time to spend waiting. I have been waiting with these city women outside of this tiny village for days."

  Lorenza decided to speak, hoping to trick them. "I would gladly accept the offer. You boys seem to be tired of protecting us from the outworldly threats. So, I would enjoy giving you an energizer before you catch what you are after," she said in an elegant and feminine voice.

  The one in the middle said, “We two are women and want no energizer.”

  The one on the left took the pies and grunted, “Yes. I am sick of Makka’s childish acts. I am leaving for HQ to report back,” and left.

  Makka, the one on the right, said, “You city women are tough to deal with. Country women are the best... Now, girl, get on your knees and unzip me.”

  Lorenza found no option but to comply, but the one in the middle stopped her and said:

  “Wait! Hey, Makka, how long do you plan to use that woman for your own ‘childish’ needs? We have to hurry. According to the orders, we are not just after the servant boy; we are also after four dangerous army escapees—magicka users.”

  Makka smiled and spoke to the guard in the middle, “How long it lasts depends on how feminine she is. The brighter she is, the faster I come. It’s that simple. Once I’m done with her mouth, I’m coming after you, Sergeant Tulka.”

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  Tulka responded, “We have no time for this.”

  Makka continued, “Well, Tulka, if you were a man with a thirsty male part like mine, you would understand... Get on your knees and unzip it while I talk to the killjoy.”

  Tulka firmly said, “No, she won’t. We must hurry. Otherwise, you will be the one who treats the boss the way you made that woman do. You know how the boss hates undisciplined behavior on duty. Makka, can you keep this in mind?”

  Lorenza felt a sense of trust in Tulka, thinking she might be lucky if Tulka saved her like that.

  Makka still insisted that Lorenza get on her knees.

  Which angered Tulka, and she burst out in frustration. “You know what? Go on. Screw her however you like. But don’t forget this: at night, I will be recording you emptying the boss’s sacks around the campfire. Then she’ll kill you afterward. She always does. I would never have saved you in the caves. I’m sick of you. I’m leaving. Do as you please while you can.” The female Royal Guard left.

  Lorenza felt anxiety waves shiver down her body. She thought, “My only remaining chance is whether this stone-headed Makka has the ability to comprehend the future consequences of her current actions. If she can, I’m golden. If she blows my mouth, the boss will blow hers at night and kill her.”

  Lorenza decided to break the silence, saying, “Well, I must really be going because I have an elderly mother to take care of.”

  Makka seemed to be calculating her priorities: her life or her desires. Lorenza hoped she was cowardly enough to go after the female Royal Guard. But instead, Makka said, “Now, get on your knees. Use your mouth to unzip it.”

  Lorenza grunted, thinking that Makka was myopic to the future consequences.

  Makka ordered, “Now! Do it slow and steady.”

  Lorenza did as she was told.

  Lorenza thought, “Another traumatic moment to add to my trauma wallet. I suppose I should finish it quickly; otherwise, she might want to test my butt. And that would mean trouble for me. The birthmark of La'ra can put me into severe trouble than this.”

  She decided to pacify Makka with her feminine traits and convince her to strip away her armor, planning to kill her with a stone she had seen behind Makka.

  She complimented Makka, making her proud of her male part. “You are harder than my husband. My husband has neglected me for years, and I have missed the taste of it...”

  Makka responded, “Don't worry, I can free you from your husband if you're worth the trouble.”

  As Lorenza continued to treat Makka, she said, “Wouldn't your boss make your head trouble if I continue that slowly…”

  Makka replied, “I am taking a huge risk by already doing this. I know this. I should have used my own hand and been done with it. Screw my instant gratification instincts. I know I will be a dead one by next day. The boss can't tolerate me. If this is the last time, then suck more, and deep. At least, let me get a good treatment before my evident death.”

  After sixteen minutes, Lorenza blew her off, leaving her in sweat with a messy face. Makka seemed satisfied with what Lorenza had done.