Vaela, wiping the last bit of blood from her lance, she floated toward Lassim with a grin, the lines of her face sharp but warm. "Not bad, little personal disciple. You’ve got more power in yah than I expected." She slid her weapon over her shoulder, "I think I like you already."
Lassim raised an eyebrow, his hands resting on the pole of his halberd.
Vaela’s grin widened, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Killing a few vermin like these rogues isn’t much of a challenge, but...."
Her eyes flickered over his well-toned but not overly muscular frame, yet lingering for a moment longer than necessary on his face as she stared into his lightning flickering eyes.
She let out a soft chuckle. "A shame you’re not a woman. That face of yours would do much better on one of my girls." There was a suggestive playfulness in her voice, "But, sadly, we can’t always get what we want, can we?"
Lassim’s cheeks flushed slightly at the comment, though he quickly masked it with a half-smile. He wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so he kept the conversation focused. "I’m just here to help with the rogue situation… Though, they’re attacking in groups? It’s a bit odd for rogue cultivators, isn’t it?"
Vaela nodded, her expression shifting to something more serious, though the amusement never quite left her eyes. "That’s exactly why I asked for backup. I can handle myself as you saw, but these cowards keep slipping through my fingers. They scatter like scrub rats every time I make a move, and it’s been dragging on for too long. I’ve had enough.
We need to root them out, or the rebuilding will never be finished."
She motioned for him to follow her as she turned toward the village, walking with a confident stride instead of floating or using a movement technique. Lassim kept pace right beside her, taking in the sight of the half-rebuilt structures and the busy workers.
He had noticed it earlier with his spirit sense, but even in the midst of the fighting, the village folk seemed to just keep working instead of being terrified or taking cover from the battle that had taken place.
"It’s been a rough couple of weeks," Vaela continued,"The war wasn’t all that bad, up until the day before the attack on the headquarters. We were right in the path of their preparation zone as they sent waves of disciples to meet and gather about 50 kilometers away from here. That was one of the points they chose to help surround the headquarters so thoroughly from every side."
"We thankfully didn’t attract too much attention and were holding our own. Then in the days that followed, these bastards started showing up. They’ve hit us at least once a day, just enough to slow us down, but never enough to get themselves wiped out. They also always steal some of our materials or rob whatever they can."
She ended her speech there as they neared the largest building in the whole village—Vaela’s home. Lassim couldn’t help but notice how pristine it was compared to the rest of the village. Unlike the half-destroyed structures surrounding it, Vaela’s residence stood tall, its sandstone walls smooth and unblemished.
It was clear that she took care of her own during the attack or had at least sufficient protection arrays for it to survive so well by comparison.
She opened the door with a smirk. "Come on in. You’ll want to hear what I’ve got planned for you."
The interior of her home was just as well-maintained as the outside, a mix of earthy tones and luxurious, but not campy furnishings that made the space feel welcoming despite its size.
As they stepped inside, Lassim’s gaze was immediately drawn to the four women who greeted Vaela at the door, their light clothing simple and revealing lingerie as they moved to greet her immediately in unison, "Welcome home Master!"
Each of them was beautiful in their own way, their gazes lingering on Vaela with a mix of adoration and affection, practically ignoring Lassim who was a step behind through the door.
One of them—a petite woman with dark, flowing hair—stepped forward, her eyes sparkling as she met Vaela’s gaze. Without a word, she reached up to pull Vaela’s head down, somewhat comically, to plant a soft kiss on Vaela’s lips, her hand resting lightly on the taller woman’s arm.
Lassim blinked, a bit caught off-guard by the whole scenario, his mouth also agape.
Vaela, however, didn’t seem the least bit fazed. She returned the kiss with a possessive confidence, pulling the woman closer with a firm grasp that lifted her up, before gently setting her down and aside to greet the others equally in turn. Each kiss became more passionate with Vaela even taking a moment to fondle their exposed or nearly exposed breasts through their see-through lingerie.
Vaela took them in somewhat of a group hug as they clung to her, "Ladies, this is Lassim," Vaela said with a grin, introducing him as if this situation were the most normal thing in the world. "He’s going to help us with the rogue problem."
Lassim cleared his throat, feeling a bit out of place as the women turned their gazes toward him, each of them smiling in their own way. He hadn’t expected such an informal—and intimate— series of greetings or attire.
Vaela laughed softly as she caught his awkward expression. "Don’t be shy. These are my girls. They keep me company, help around the house, and, well…" She trailed off, her smile widening as she left the rest unsaid. "Come, sit in the study. You’ll get to enjoy my favorite view while we rest."
Vaela gestured toward a spacious room just beyond the entrance, where a low couch faced an open kitchen.
As they entered the living space, Vaela casually scooped up one of the women—a petite blonde with mischievous eyes—onto her shoulder, earning a playful yelp from the girl as she was carried over to the couch. Vaela’s muscular frame barely shifted under the tiny girl’s weight as she plopped the woman down on her lap, giving her a teasing smack on the rear.
"There we go," Vaela said, settling in comfortably as if this were her usual routine. The woman on her lap giggled, leaning back into Vaela with an easy familiarity as her hands wandered across Vaela’s abs. "You don’t mind, do you?" she asked, her voice a smooth purr as she began to let her hands roam across the blonde’s exposed skin. "I like to keep my hands busy."
Lassim, still slightly taken aback by the atmosphere, shook his head quickly, though his face betrayed a hint of fluster. "No, of course not. It’s your house after all." He wasn’t used to such open displays of affection, especially in a setting like this.
Vaela grinned, clearly enjoying his reaction. "Good. You’ll fit in here just fine."
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The girl on her lap squirmed playfully, causing Vaela to tighten her grip on the woman’s waist, her fingers digging into her side in a way that made the girl squeal softly. The sight seemed to stir something in Vaela’s eyes—something fierce and primal. She smirked as her gaze flickered back to Lassim.
The aroma of cooking began to fill the air as one of the women moved fluidly, her lacey and see-through dress style lingerie flew completely open showing her panty-less bottom as she flew towards the stove. The open kitchen—clearly the view Lassim assumed she was referring to based on what he was witnessing.
Not only were the other girls helping to prepare whatever the meal was, but her light robes continued to swirl and reveal more as she began to prepare with various bends and twists that made Vaela slightly drool.
Lassim felt like he was watching a game where the girls in the kitchen and the blonde in her lap were all trying to compete for Vaela’s attention. Each doing something more slightly suggestive or flirtatious with their poses or noises.
Lassim, currently next to Vaela with the girl in her lap, was catching the faint blush that spread across the cheeks of the other women as they played their game and stole glances at Vaela to see which side was winning..
There was a clear dynamic here, one with a lot of intimacy and affection.
"So, Lassim," Vaela began, her voice taking on a more serious tone despite the playful scene in front of them. "You’ve seen the state of the village, and now you’ve seen how we deal with the scum that crawl out of the desert. What do you think?"
Lassim crossed his arms, his mind shifting back to the task at hand. "It’s clear you’ve had your hands full with these rogue cultivators," he said, glancing toward the window, where the sun was now fully rising over the village. "But I have to ask—do you know where they’re coming from? Why are they targeting Sandspire Village specifically?"
Vaela’s expression darkened, her grip on the woman’s thigh tightening enough to make her gasp softly. The playfulness faded for a moment, replaced by a sharp edge of frustration. "I’ve been able to determine that the bastards always arrive and flee from the north of us."
Her fingers drummed absently against the girl’s thigh as she spoke, the fierce glint in her eyes returning. "I suspect there’s an even larger group out there, deeper in the desert, but I can’t leave the village to find them. If I go, they’ll just hit us again while I’m gone, and I can’t afford to lose more supplies or people without considerable reinforcements from the sect first."
Lassim nodded, understanding. Vaela was more than capable of taking care of herself in a fight, but this was the problem of all leaders. It was a situation that kept repeating itself at every city and village he’d gone to so far. The Sect Management for all of these cities and former outposts were just spread thin and reliant on one decently powerful cultivator to take care of everything.
Some places at least had guards, but this former outpost seemed to have lost whatever guards they might’ve had in the attack. Lassim just assumed this, but didn’t want to bring it up in case Vaela would be a bit sensitive to the topic. She might’ve lost not only good guardsmen under her management, but most likely also friends among them.
Thinking about her dilemma, Lassim had an idea, "What if I scout them out?" Lassim suggested, leaning forward slightly to look past the blonde’s attempts to steal Vaela’s attention so he could look in her eyes. "During the next attack, how about I hide and we can let one of them go.
They’ll probably think the 4 deaths of the last group were just them running away or something, like rogue cultivators do, and everything will be back to normal. They won’t be suspicious of my arrival or think that you received reinforcements. Then, I can use a special technique of mine to track them and follow their trail.
Once we find their hideout or base of operations, I could infiltrate their ranks, pretend to be a rogue cultivator like one of them, and figure out why they’re attacking and how they managed to form a group. Then we can take them out all at once!"
Vaela raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You’d be willing to do that? You’d be putting yourself in considerable risk if you tried to be a spy. I don’t know if that’s a good idea though. I can’t exactly bear the death of the Sect Master’s personal disciple during a mission in my territory. I’d probably die before I even realized one happened."
That comment from Vaela made all of the women stop what they were doing for a moment and stare at Lassim. Clearly they only just now realized or even questioned the importance of who he was and why he was here in their home.
Lassim nodded firmly. "It’s the best way to get information without alerting them. If they think I’m just another rogue, they’ll lead me straight to their base. Don’t worry about me either. That bastard Volten literally made me a sect slave for not using the front door, and sparring a little with two of the guards of the sect for my first month after joining."
Vaela considered his words for a moment, her eyes scanning him as if weighing the risks. Then, with a hearty laugh, she leaned back against the couch, one arm draped casually over the girl on her lap. "I like confidence! You may be small, but that’s how a man should be! You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that."
Lassim’s eyes rolled at being called small. He only realized it when they were walking together but despite being 193cm himself, Vaela stood easily above 210cm in height. Her big frame and buxom, yet muscular Amazonian body felt slightly unfair. He was still tall and pretty big by most normal standards.
The girl in Vaela’s lap shifted, smiling up at her. "He’s brave for just being a little boy, isn’t he?" she teased with a wink towards Lassim, earning a soft laugh from Vaela.
Vaela sat up slightly, adjusting the woman in her lap to grip her inner thighs a bit tighter. "If you can pull this off, it’ll give us the advantage we’ve been missing. We’ll know where they’re hiding, how many there are, and what they’re planning. Once we have that information, we can wipe them out for good."
Vaela’s grin returned, sly and suggestive. "I have no doubt you’ll manage. I reckon you’ve got a whole unassuming charm going for you if we get you out of those robes." Her gaze swept over him again, lingering for just a moment too long. "And besides, once you’re among them, I’m sure you’ll figure out how to keep them from getting too suspicious—since it’s your idea after all."
The girl in Vaela’s lap giggled again, leaning into her with a playful smile. "Sounds dangerous," she purred as Vaela chuckled in reply. Her hand sliding up the girl’s back in a slow, possessive motion. "Exactly. Who doesn’t like a little danger now and then?"
The blonde slowly started to gyrate her hips and didn’t even care how much she was flashing and showing Lassim. She was fully focused on making Vaela smile and grin as she enjoyed her partner’s gentle caressing.
Lassim suddenly felt like the room was getting quite steamy… "Ahem.."