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Cassidy kept his gaze on the floor as Kaira came in for her bath, barely a glance upwards confirmed she was completely naked already, the half-demoness had discarded her clothes and walked about naked without any worry in the world.

“The bath is ready?" Kaira spoke, unbothered by her own nudity.

Cassidy was still fixedly staring at his feet, his toughts betraying any resolution he could have to remain pure.

“If you are just going to stand there," Kaira urged. “I could use some help."

Cassidy felt heat stain his cheeks, fumbling with his words until he finally managed to produce something that was near an affirmative answer. He showed her where he had set up the bathtub on the back, he had connected the old plumbing to the kitchen's oven so that its excess heat would warm up the water and stealing some power of the small generator it produced a constant stream of warm water.

“Pretty clever," Kaira commented offhandedly, she stood at his side, naked she was more formidable and intimidating than a knight in full armor.

“T-the tem… temperature," he stammered. “Is it good?"

She walked to the tub and bent to trail her fingers in the water, Cassidy jumping in place as he saw her perfectly sculpted backside, her tail swinging as she felt the water. Steam rose from the surface. “It's perfect."

She stepped over the rim of the tub and knelt in the narrow space. The water lapped at her hips and was hot enough to ease her muscles and dispel the stress from the last days.

“Attend me," she commanded as she let her head fall back and closed her eyes.

“Let me get you something to drink first!" Cassidy said and handed her a glass with two fingers of fine rum.

Kaira sipped the rum, savoring the strong drink as she relaxed in the bath.

“P-perhaps, I could start with your hair now?"

“Whatever pleases you, human," the warm water and rum lulled her body. A pleasurable ease settled over her. She was a lucky to be alive after the ordeal in the desert, now it was too tempting to let her guard down and relax, she couldn't deny it had been too long since she had allowed herself to enjoy a warm bath or even a lush, soft body ready to comfort her aches and wounds, but she still had a man to kill.

“Tilt your head back, miss."

Water sluiced over her head. His hands glided over her hair, and then his fingers dug beneath to gently scrape her scalp. The sensation was so pleasurable, she moaned involuntarily.

“You've a gentle touch," she said, apologetically, some deeper red marking her cheeks.

“Thank you, miss," he said, his voice betraying his joy.

A smile tipped the corners of her lips. Cassidy chewed on his lip, he listened to her murmured praise and moans and wondered why her pleasure made his cock so hard.

Knowing he had already spent overlong washing her thick hair, he reached for a pitcher of water and poured it over her head, watched as the warm water rinsed the dirty, gray film from her hair.

“I'll scrub your back now," he said, his rational mind hopping that would be enough and she could finish by herself, but a tight, guttural desire was growing inside of him, wishing she would want more.

She leaned forward and he dipped a cloth into the water, and then worked some of the soap into it before smoothing the rag over the broad expanse of her back. He scrubbed hard, but took care with the scars on her back.

His appreciative gaze lingered at the scars marring her flesh. He couldn't help, but wonder how had she survived that kind of damage?

“Disgusted?" She growled the question.

“No…" The steady beat of his heart echoed in the stillness of the moment, fingers tracing a soothing path along one of her scars. “How did…"

She offered him her arm for him to clean. “Rifle shot, ambushed while we guarded a caravan out of the Rainforest Territories."

His fingers caressed her flesh, the rag carefully cleaning another long scar on her shoulder.

“A piece of wood. In flames," she said without him prompting. “They wanted me gone from their town."

He rinsed the rag and applied more soap, and then circled the tub to face her, offering the rag for her to finish cleaning herself. She grabbed his hand and pressed against her chest, cleaning her breasts. The cloth did not provide enough of a barrier between his palm and her perky breasts.

She never moved, her head thrown back as she enjoyed the act, one leg lazily dangling out of the tub. He was so focused on her breasts that he didn't notice at first when her right hand slipped softly inside his pants.

Cassidy moaned helplessly and tilted his pelvis forward, surrendering to Kaira's touch. He had never felt so bare before, so completely vulnerable.

Unholy, Cassidy thought, moaning as the half-demoness' hand caressed his cock as he teased her hard nipples with two fingers. He almost could feel the ripples of pleasure rushing through her body, the heat that burned just under her skin and threatened to consume both of them.

“Oh Dark Mother!" She moaned.

Kaira worked him harder, her breathing quickening as she felt his cock harden between her fingers. Without any warning she pulled him into the tub, splashing water out of it and soaking his clothes, her anxious hands ripping his shirt open, without the patience to undo the buttons, their mouths meeting in a deep and hungry kiss.

Cassidy cried out in pleasure, his hair coming undone, pulling down his pants so his unbearably hard cock was now pressed against her cunt, rubbing against each other, building pleasure inside of them.

“Kaira!" With a low, helpless moan, he thrusted inside of her, his hips bucking forwards as she held him against her body, holding him firmly with her big, strong arms, her tongue pressed deeply inside his mouth. Cassidy, almost delirious with pleasure, thrusted hard, pounding her with a feral lust, consumed by his own senses, her pussy gripping his cock, taking him deeper as he stretched her.

“Fuck me," she commanded, her deep voice hoarse with desire.

Cassidy did as he was told with no hesitation whatsoever, he had never felt so empty inside, so needy, and so hungry. He ached with yearning and could feel Kaira's answering need as well.

Kaira howled in pleasure as the head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb. It was a resonance she had never experienced before, her entire body responded to him, needed him.

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“Good boy," Kaira growled, half deliriously with pleasure as Cassidy thrusted inside of her, stroking his back with a large hand while the other held him firmly in place. “Such a good boy to fuck me like that. To fill my cunt with your cock."

“Kaira!" he protested in a half moan. “Kaira, please…"

There was an edge of roughness to his deep thrusts, the hard impact of their bodies meeting in desperate desire, the hungry lust that consumed their minds and resonated through their bodies, and the pleasure that kept building into bliss.

“Kaira! Oh, God, Kaira_!"_ Her name was a wail on his lips, a moan of surrender as pleasure stroke his body like lightning and Cassidy was helpless to stop it, didn't want to stop it. Going to come, he thought, as the hard pleasure went on and on. Oh God, I'm going to come .

Kaira's fingers tightened around his waist and pulled him deeper into her, ramming herself into him, taking him deeply into her pussy, as deeply as she could. And then Cassidy flooded her cunt, bathing the mouth of her womb with hot, hard jets of cum.

That moment stretched into forever, one perfect instant of pleasure, her orgasm crashing through her body with the intensity of a storm.

When it was finally over, they sank together into the bathtub, barely any water still remained in there, but neither dared to move just yet. Kaira kept a protective arm around Cassidy, the other hanging out of the tub as she stared into the blue sky.

“Th… Thanks," Cassidy whispered, snuggling closer.

“Fuck that was good," Kaira replied, gently wrapping Cassidy into a warm hug. “Sorry about the clothes."

“Ahh… Its fine," Cassidy lied, but still he couldn't bring himself to feel too bad about the loss of the shirt after it all. Snuggling against her was a completely new sensation, comforting and deliciously sexual at the same time.

“Glad you're enjoying your own personal pillow," Kaira's voice was dry but he could hear the humor in it and see the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“I can repay you with food," Cassidy murmured, stroking her chest. “And anything else you can desire."

“Let's start with some food," Kaira held him tight and gave him a sweet, lingering kiss.

Later, while she dried herself, Kaira watched as a half-naked Cassidy sprang across the room, went behind his makeshift bar, and poured something out of a bottle into a glass. At first Kaira had thought Cassidy would want nothing but to sleep after their quick fuck in the bathtub, but he had so much energy and verve that Kaira was rapidly considering if he was ready for another round. He came bounding back to Kaira holding out a glass half full of a clear liquid.

He said proudly, “That's the finest British Gin… Well, it's actually made down by the Coça River, but it taste almost the same, and almost no one goes blind drinking it anymore."

Kaira took the glass doubtfully. She put the glass to her lips and drank off half, repressing a shudder. That was certainly an alcoholic beverage or maybe he had accidentally served her paint thinner, anyway, she wasn't a woman to waste cheap booze.

Kaira downed the rest of the drink at once and put the glass aside, “Cassidy, I got business up the road."

Cassidy shook his head, “There are a couple of carriages scheduled to stop here by tonight, going south into the Leviathan's Coast. I know some of the conductors and could see if they are willing to help you."

Kaira shook her head. “Its north I need to go. And I prefer to travel alone, you don't have any horse around?"

“I'm sorry, the only thing I have is an old, broken down carriage on the back that I have been restoring, but it still lacks a proper engine."

Kaira nodded, irritated at herself. She had been so close and now by the time she could find transportation due north the trail would be cold and she would need to start again from the beginning.

“What about food?" Cassidy offered with a jovial smile. “It can help you think better with a full belly."

“You are right," Kaira sighed and sat back down on the bench.

Cassidy hurried out the back, disappearing into the kitchen. Kaira couldn't help but wonder that by managing this whole outpost by himself he must be the busiest person she'd ever seen.

While Cassidy was cooking, Kaira poured for herself a second glass of the 'British Gin', after the bath and the sex, she was feeling content except for the worrisome problem of Ryan Gray.

Ryan Gray was not a violent man, eximious gunslinger, or even a murderer, most witnesses described him as an amicable fellow, someone with an easy smile and a soft voice, he was very clever, maybe even a genius. He had never raised a hand against his fellow human in anger in all his life, nevertheless, he was dangerous. Maybe not to humans, but to all of the nephilin and other summoned beings.

For most of his life Ryan Gray had worked for the Ward Scientific Conjurations Company, made a name for himself as one of the foremost specialist in the business of summoning and binding creatures from the outer plans. He brought the summoning arts to a new level, devising industrial summoning circles and developing special bindings that circumvented the ancient limitations. In no time he had become their chief conjurator and a specialist in all manners of creatures from the outer planes. And along the way he had been working on something secret.

For years he had been known to be secretive and paranoid about his theories and designs being taken by industrial spies, then he had suddenly disappeared. Without leaving any trace behind the man had simply gone from the capital and since them there had been rumors and tall tales of him walking around the fringes of the empire.

Kaira hadn't known any of that when that quiet little man came out of nowhere and made all the nephilin in her town die in a couple of days without ever raising his hand. She had survived even when everyone else died around her, being half-human had somehow protected her from the worst of his powers.

It had taken two years, but Kaira had finally tracked down Ryan Gray. He was a wanderer, never staying in any one place for too long, sometimes attaching himself to some caravan or nomadic gang for a while before disappearing once again. After a long, frustrating search Kaira had finally found him.

But then her horse had been stolen and now she was stranded in the middle of nowhere and Ryan Gray was still on the loose.

Cassidy came back with a plate of steaming hot veggies and stew just out of the oven, the smell alone was enough to banish all thought from Kaira's head. Later she could think about it, but now she wanted to help herself to some of that delicious food.

“You better get yourself decent after this, the first of the night carriages will arrive shortly, but it's usually just a couple of passengers, there's usually only a doctor and a dog. Just be careful, she gets really mean if she is drunk."

Kaira blinked, “The doctor?"

“No, the dog."