While Ethan and his army butchered goblins without pause, things remained calm in a distant village now approaching six thousand inhabitants.
For the moment, at least.
In a spacious bathroom thick with hot steam, a woman of mature, sensual beauty soaked in a tub of warm water, the gentle heat keeping the approaching winter chill at bay.
Her large, round, heavy tits crested above the surface, two pale mounds glistening as beads of water traced winding paths down their slopes.
Pink nipples drew lazy circles in the steamy air, bobbing softly with each gentle rise and fall of her breathing.
The plush flesh quivered ever so slightly with every motion of the water, ripples breaking against the heavy underside of her tits and pushing them up before letting them sink back down with a soft, weighty bob.
Her hands traced their way up her long, slender legs, fingers sinking into the thick, perfect flesh of thighs worthy of a milf.
