Late into the night, after everyone had fallen asleep, Freya couldn't help but twist and turn over inside her tent. Sharing the place with her sister, there was a tension in the air–palpable and yet neither of them wanted to address it. One knew of the other's secret, and the other wanted to know to what degree she knew and if she knew what she thought she knew. A puzzle so complex that the mother's mind was constantly losing track of itself.

However, finally, once she'd fallen asleep, Freya slipped out of the tent and decided to talk to Custer after all. If he had told her, if this was some means for him to blackmail her, then it wasn't going to work–at least that's what she wanted to believe. But even in her own heart, she knew that there was no way the merchant would do anything like this.

'It doesn't make sense for him to tell someone and then try to blackmail me.' That one thought kept her from blaming him. Alas, she wouldn't have to wonder for much longer. Standing in front of Custer's tent, she noticed the silhouette of the boy and two women sleeping inside. Lying down in different places, Freya confirmed that nothing was going on inside before sneaking her way in.

Once inside, she looked around at the sleeping faces of the girls but was shocked to find that the merchant was still wide awake.

"Come with me," shaking her doubts away, she grabbed his arm and pulled him up. "I have to talk to you about something."

Custer raised an eyebrow in confusion, but didn't resist or ask any questions. In truth, Zephyr already knew what was going on in her head, but to give her an impression of being oblivious was quite important to keep up the act. Led by the hand into a quiet part of the plain filled with long grass taller than them both, Freya stopped in an instant and turned to the fiend with a worried look plastered on her face.

"Did you tell Charlotte about what happened between us?" She asked, grabbing both of her hands and squeezing them tightly.

Acting confused once again, Zephyr simply moved his head left to right.

"Shit…" letting go of him with a sigh, Freya pressed a hand to her temples and heaved. "Then how does she know? Did she see me heading out of the store? But I work for you right now, so that shouldn't be a problem."

Agonizing over what was going on, the mother closed her eyes and pressed her lips together. Frustrated by it all, she took a deep breath and tried to calm her heart, but the mere thought of Charlotte, out of all people, knowing her secret was eating away at her.

"You promise you didn't say a word?" Lifting her head, she shot Custer a pleading look.

Shaking his head again, Zephyr responded.

"I haven't even talked to her since that day. What happened?"

"You don't know?" Freya's eyes widened as she realized that Custer had no clue as to what was going on at all. Holding her tongue for a moment, she huffed and puffed and finally told him everything.

Listening to her in silence, Zephyr held her hand through it all, and by the end of the story, Freya was finally feeling a little lighter thanks to his warm touch. As much as she didn't want to admit, her body had been longing for him ever since that incident, and now that he was holding her hand on his own accord, she wasn't making any effort to move them away, not even an inch.

"What should we do?" She asked as she dropped her shoulders.

Staring at her with a faint smile, Custer squeezed her fingers lightly before pulling her slightly larger body into a hug. As his arms went around her, Freya's body eased further into his touch. Lugging her weight on him, she was leaning at an angle with her breasts pressed flat against his chest.

The pounding of his heartbeat against the slight tremor on her breast from her own racing heart, focusing on that feeling, she let her worries burn away–even if that feeling of release would be over the moment he pulls away.

"Thanks, I…" Taking a deep breath, she finally smiled. "I just needed to talk to someone, I guess."

"You can talk to me, I won't share anything that we talk about with anyone. I promise," rubbing Freya's back, Zephyr leaned his head against the nape of her neck. "Ever since that day, I've been wanting to hold you like this again. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't and that you said it won't happen again, but you're just too perfect, and I think it will take a while before I can get you out of my head."

Blushing to his words and batting her eyes, Freya leaned her head against his and tightened her grip around Custer's body. Smaller than her, and yet the warmth that he spread through her belly, it was like a heart meal prepared by a loving partner.

'This boy…' Finally breaking the hug, Freya looked Custer in the eyes with a warm expression.

"You know just what to say when, don't you?" Playfully hitting him in the chest, she took a step away. "Such a womanizer~."

With her heart now much lighter, Freya made her way back to her tent. All her worries were off her head, and that brief interaction with Custer had lit something more intimate in her head. She was not succumbing to her desires, but slowly falling in love with the young merchant. And knowing full well where things were headed, Zephyr hoped to guide her until she was one of his women. A body like hers, after all, deserved some worshipping. But for now, it was time to head back and sleep.

The journey was still long, and there was more than enough time to beat the hero at making a new girlfriend and fucking them on this journey.

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