Anton acts like an obedient old man, sitting by the corner as he watches the priestess work. He licks his lips, as his well trained eyes catching every sway, and jiggly of her large breasts. Already he fantasized about the things he'll do, once he manages to convince her of working with them.
Once the priestess was finished with her duties, Anton gives her a smile as she approaches. Catching the brief moment her eyes dart down to his crotch, she'd see his, surprisingly massive for his age, cock was straining against his loose robes. "Yes, dear, forgive me. But it seems to have gotten... worse." He replied in a slightly pained tone, spreading his legs, "Please, do heal me."
“Very well. But first let us go some place else, where we will not be disturbed and I will be able to take a proper look at the... problem.” The priestess smirks at Anton and leads him to a nearby building, then inside a small room that has a table, two chairs, and some books on a bookshelf against one of the walls. “Now, let's see what I am dealing with here...” She looks at him, waiting.
You're lucky I washed before fightin' you. Lydia thinks to herself, too spent and hurt to offer even token resistance to being bent over the ground. Still, the other woman squeezing the tired thief's cheeks and preparing her ass for it's newest intruder are pleasant--even comforting. That stuck-up elven bitch didn't quite satisfy Lydia, considering the empty feeling still emanating from within her. "Aah~" She starts at the girth languidly splitting her hole wide. The pain is almost nonexistent this time, her ass not having recovered from it's previous reaming just minutes ago. Within minutes, the tortuously slow pace of her former opponent has Lydia begging between low moans. "Faster! Please!"
Lost in the pleasure, the archer barely notices the other occupants of the camp rousing from the slumber she inflicted upon them. Her groans crescendo into a wail once the woman fucking her finally--finally--fucks her properly "Gods! Yes!" Lydia spasms, face in the dirt, under her stronger partner. Jets of seed rush into her soon after. Her orgasm is so overwhelming, having been built over the course of what felt like ages, that she only distantly hears the circle of other woman taunting as they try to paint her skin as white with semen as her asshole, ultimately failing at the impossible job. Rather than refuse to beg out of pride, Lydia is simply too exhausted and sex addled to answer the boss with anything more than a meek "More...please..."
“You want more? Very well. Far be it from us to refuse a lady's request. Right, girls?” The boss smirks at she looks at her underlings. “Each of you gets a turn, then I get another turn.” She announces to cheering from the six of them.
Soon the first of the six is behind her and Lydia feels a cock, not quite as large as the boss' but large, force its way inside her ass. The woman fucks her fast and hard, clearly not interested in any foreplay, and before long she shoots her load all over the thief's ass. Then the next one takes her place... By the time it is the boss' turn Lydia is barely able to stay awake.
Finally, as the leader shoots her load all over Lydia's ass, the thief loses consciousness...
Some time later – it may be minutes, or it may be hours – Lydia wakes up slowly, still tires from the fucking she received. She finds herself on the outskirts of the small camp, with the boss and the six underlings looking down at her. Her ass feels empty again, even more than it did after her encounter with the elf.
“Seems like you enjoyed your punishment as much as we did, lass.” The leader smirks at her. “Feel free to come back later, when you feel ready to try again... or if you want to get fucked again. Either option is fine with us.” And with that the seven leave her alone and go back to their camp.
Once alone Lydia gets up, goes back to the pond to wash up a second time – for better or worse there is still no sign of the elven noble or her guards – and then checks out the path forward.
To Lydia's surprise what she finds after following the path for several minutes – all the while trying to ignore how empty her ass feels - is not another combat encounter. Instead she finds a small camp consisting of two large tens and a human sized crystal statue. A large wooden sign indicates that the left one is a shop, while another shows that the right tent is an inn. Dozens of wooden knights stand guard around the camp, their eyes following the thief as she approaches. Clearly trying to attack the inhabitants of the camp will end badly for her even if she were at her best.
As she moves closer to the small camp Lydia can't help but wonder if someone there would be willing to fill her empty ass with a bit, fat cock... Just the thought is enough to make her wet...
Flaw Acquired: Anal Addict
Lydia is now addicted to anal sex, especially if it is a futa pounding her ass (but a guy or a woman with a strap-on will work as well). It will be difficult for her to refuse anal sex when asked or demanded of her, and the pleasure she gets from such an activity is greatly increased.
Ganith regarded the woman with a smile. He never minded helping prostitutes out. Typically they paid rather handsomely in either gold or 'services'. They were also generally honest..except when they weren't.
"Well, My lady. I might be willing to help. If the price is right."
“Wonderful!” The prostitute smiles at Ganith. “Well, I don't know if you've heard, but there's a rumour about a ghost appearing in village at night. While not everyone takes it seriously some do, and that makes them hesitant to go out at night. Which is a problem for me, because I work at night, and thus get fewer potential clients. As you can probably guess, I want this
ghost dealt with. Personally I doubt it is a real ghost. It is likely someone trying out a new spell, or some kid trying out an enchanted item, or some such. After all, this
ghost seems to always go around buildings instead of through them, as is typical for actual ghosts. Get rid of this ghost and let people know so that they will no longer be scared to go out at night. If you can do that for me I will make it worth your time...” She gives him a lusty smile and looks him up and down. “How about 25 Gil and a permanent 50% discount on my services? How does that sound?”
"I've already done a few missions for the... Lord and Lady of this land." She scowled at the mention of the duo. "The land I was given is partially a reward for my services." Of course the bastard lord was ready to exploit her even in that. "If they come... well, you won't be hearing of them again." She shook her head. "Anyway... what about you? Will they not aim at you as well?" She asked. Her intention was to recruit the woman.
“Well... I'm not really sure. I was thinking of just avoiding them, but that might not be so easy...” The woman pauses and looks at Ida. “So, you're a lady with your own land? I don't suppose you need a new servant?” She tries to hide it, likely to not seem too eager, but she gives Ida a hopeful look.
Avella bow her head to Lady Samaya and remove from pocket item to show her necklace.
"No need to apologise, it is wise to be wary of potentian treats." She steped closer, to let lady Samaya better look at item.
Lady Samaya points at the box and it opens on its own. The necklace inside floats out and starts slowly spinning in the air in front of the lady while she examines it carefully.
Several long minutes pass in silence as Samaya examines it, before finally she nods to herself and points a finger at a large wooden box with no decorations that has appeared on the desk while Avella wasn't looking. The box opens, the necklace floats inside, and the box closes, hiding the priceless heirloom from sight.
“That is indeed the real thing.” Samaya informs her, a happy smile on her lips. “You have House Leonis' eternal gratitude for your help in recovering it, lady Avella. Naturally, you shall receive the monetary reward that was promised as well.”
Mylea continues to smile at the young man. "Well, Jack, let's start with the basics, shall we? Why are you planting these flowers around Marika? I'm guessing this has more than a simple love of gardening."
“Why? To sell them, of course! Potions stores in the large cities pay handsomely for such, and growing them here is cheap. Even with the cost of transportation it is still enough to earn you a good amount of money. At least until other people start doing the same, at which point everyone will start doing the same and the prices will fall. Not much we can do about the last part.” Jack shrugs and looks at her, waiting for more questions.
