The rest of that day had been spent getting all sorts of things ready for the upcoming days, namely stocking up on weapons and food inside of the fortified cavern before turning the outside into a maze of traps and otherwise unappealing places to stand.
Hammering away at the wooden planks, adding in those bits of metal, dragging them into position and then doing it over and over again really did take all of my excess energy away from me, and whenever we had a break...
Well, someone was helping me get rid of whatever was left, and I was making damn sure to work it out as best I could as I lost myself to the body of this old, wonderful Dogkin slut; the amount of times I had creampied her mature cunt was getting way to high to not start reaching the 'dangerous' territory, but neither of us cared.
She just kept telling me she wanted to be fucked and I had no issue whatsoever clapping myself against her fat, juicy ass whenever we had a moment to do so; by far our favorite position was doggy, and any instance of either of us even suggesting something else was immediately met by the other declining and demanding we just go again the same way.
Simple yet so effective at draining my balls of all of my sperm, this old woman was going to be the perfect distraction for me from now until I had to leave, and at night when she told me she needed just a little bit of time not getting ravaged by my 'young cock' I instead had to turn elsewhere for that 'hit' I was missing.
That somewhere else was Erdene's throat, the leather clad minx taking my cock into her mouth without complaint as I settled into a rhythm of fucking her face until she was a disgusting mess of sweat, saliva and cum.
It was a damn good day that's for sure, and I honestly forgot how horrible everything had been not so long ago because of it, so already I was feeling better... just not perfect, and definitely not when I finally stopped and just laid down.
That was when I felt cold again...
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Camara PoV
Entering the butchery, I immediately felt the gaze of Gertrude on me as well as that of her daughter, and for a moment I wondered if I had overstepped my bounds before just shrugging and walking over to the counter.
"Hello again, Gertrude. Hello Eleanor. Has it been a slow day so far..?"
The younger Bearkin blinked a few times before peeking at her Mother, who was just staring at me silently; after sensing that her Mother wasn't going to speak Eleanor turned back to me and answered "About the same as always. Can we help you with something?"
"Hm? I suppose so, yes. You wouldn't happen to have any ribs for sale, would you?"
I almost missed how Gertrude's grip on her cleaver tightened at that, and right as I glanced at her hand she relaxed and just let out a sigh before saying "Aye, we do. A half rack is all we have; is that enough?"
"Plenty. I just want to learn how to prepare it better; I'm pretty sure I know how to do it but I've never made them myself, so I need to try it once or twice. When Aethisia gets back I want to surprise her with a nice dinner, and she mentioned she would like ribs."
This time I definitely noticed how Gertrude was clenching the grip of her cleaver, and even though her eyes remained relatively the same it was clear something was bothering her, yet I couldn't really understand what...
Silence fell over the butchery for another few seconds, a tense, heavy silence that was a little uncomfortable, though when I retrieved the coin purse and began to count out a few Silvers it was broken by Gertrude.
"You don't have to pay that much, Camara."
There was a tad bet of tension in her voice as she said that, making me chuckle as I shook my head and continued to count out the coins, using the approximations on the board behind her to figure out what I might need to pay.
"No, just because we're in love with the same futanari does not mean I get some discount to not pay you the proper amount of money."
She looked like she was about to argue with me over this, so instead of using words I just nodded over at Eleanor and finished placing the money on the counter, silencing the Bearkin before she could ever tell me not to pay.
"Anyways, I don't want to take advantage of or have some negative relationship with you, Gertrude, I really don't. So here, this is for the half rack of ribs. Are you able to package it tightly..?"
Her eyes fell to the coins on the counter, and after another moment of inaction I went ahead and slipped them into my hands before gesturing for her to give me hers, which she did almost reluctantly.
When the coins fell into her palm she seemed very conflicted on everything, and it also felt like I was dropping weights in her hand instead of light coins, which made me feel guilty for something I didn't even know I was doing wrong.
The older Bearkin worked quickly as she got me the meat I wanted and wrapped it up in thick and waxy cloth, tying it up with twine and ensuring it wouldn't spoil easily with a triple check of her work.
Handing it to me and returning to her cutting, the Bearkin didn't look back at me and made me sigh, though as I went to leave she said "The best way to make them is by smoking them for 5 or 6 hours. After you smoke them you apply some sort of sauce to them, wrap them up and put them in an oven for an hour or so. That should make them nice and tender."
I stopped at the door and turned to thank her, but she was already loudly chopping away at the carcass in front of her, making it rather difficult to say anything; instead I just looked towards her daughter, who was smiling wryly at me and waving goodbye.