Serah leans back, taking in the experience of the soft cushions and the carriage suspensions. “This is pretty nice. It doesn't seem so bad to travel with a rich girl. I might actually enjoy the journey.” She comments, impressed.

Samantha smiles. “I'm glad you're comfortable. For the most part, the journey should be pretty smooth sailing. Other than the occasional monster or brave bandits, we shouldn't have too much trouble. Nothing we can't handle.” She assures them.

Nickie begins to shuffle in her seat. “These cushions aren’t enough. My ass is already starting to hurt.” She says, dissatisfied.

Serah smiles and puts a hand on Nickie’s leg. “Hey, relax. It’s better than what we’ll get in most places. Just put up with it for now.” She comforts as she rubs Nickie’s leg.

Nickie frowns. “Okay.” She says reluctantly before scooting a little closer to press her arm against Serah’s.

Samantha could only smile bitterly. She could tell that Nickie didn’t like her, but she couldn’t do much about it. Jeez, I’m not trying to steal your girlfriend. No need to be so hostile! And besides, I’m not into women… She thinks as her eyes wander to Serah’s body… slowly following the lines of her curves… the crevices of her body… Samantha gulps. Well, some women aren’t too bad… She thinks as her cheeks begin to blush.

“Hey, there are bandits up ahead!” A voice calls out from outside.

Serah sighs. “Alright, Carter! If you could take care of that, it would be appreciated! Thank you, come again!” She calls out without a care.

“You could at least help out once in a while.” Carter grumbles before trotting his horse away from the carriage.

Serah pulls her legs up onto the fixed ottoman and smiles. “Yes. Luxury isn’t so bad.” She says, satisfied.

Samantha couldn’t help but glance at Serah’s legs. Her mouth involuntarily opens slightly. “Yes. Not bad, indeed.” She says, feeling a slight heat between her legs.

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The caravan continued to travel forward slowly. There was occasional trouble, but the students and mercenaries handled them properly.

For Serah, Nickie, and Samantha, they enjoyed the journey as best they could; like three princesses, they lounged around and enjoyed each other’s company, eating and drinking merrily.

Carter could only watch from afar with jealous eyes and grumble at how unfair the world was.

Eventually, the caravan arrived in the kingdom of Terahn, and the scenery slowly changed to a desert landscape. The heat bore down on the caravan, weighing the people down as they continued. Unfortunately, it was a necessary part of the journey on their way to the Riot Kingdom; once they passed, the temperature was expected to even out.

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Serah had begun to wear a loose, thin shirt and shorts to bear the heat. She was more comfortable, but unfortunately, this drew more attention then she would like, so she stayed in the carriage for the most part, away from the sun.

“When is Nickie going to get back with those drink? I’m parched!” Serah exclaims as she waves a folding fan against her face.

Samantha, like throughout most of the journey, continued to enjoy the scenery; catching glimpses of Serah’s body when she could. The heat had been building up inside her for a while and it was all she could do to pleasure herself in the evening to calm down. But with the heat outside also bearing down on them, and the change in Serah’s clothing, it was getting a little much for Samantha, and she was very much feeling the ache.

Serah’s hand loosen accidentally and her fan drops onto the ground. “Oops.” Serah says, getting up to pick up the fan. As she approaches, her foot accidentally kicks it further away. “Dammit.” Serah exclaims as she walks over, closer to Samantha, to pick it up. She bends over to pick up the fan, and like an animal backed into the corner, Samantha watches as time seemed to slow down. Unhindered, Samantha watches as Serah’s shirt hangs down, exposing a healthy amount of flesh and a crevice that Samantha wanted to fall into. Samantha’s mouth hangs open and her breathing becomes ragged. The incredible heat in the environment didn’t help; only exacerbating the situation as it continued to cause Serah’s sweat to secrete and press against her shirt, outlining the beauty that lay hidden underneath.

“I swear, I’m so clumsy sometimes.” Serah says as she gets up. Noticing something was weird, she curiously looks at Samantha. “Hey, you don’t look so good. Are you feeling alright?” She asks, a little worried.

It wa all Samantha could do to gulp down her saliva. She stands up and continues to admire the female figure in front of her. “Serah, I’m sorry.” Samantha says as she prepares herself.

Serah raises an eyebrow. “Sorry? For what?” She asks, confused.

Samantha couldn’t hold on anymore and she pounces.

Nickie opens the door carrying a tray of drinks, and seeing the two bodies on the ground trying to meld into each other, she frowns. “There better be room for one more down there.” She says, slightly dissatisfied.