"Oooh, unfortunately, I am due to teach the recruits in an hour or so." Anton groans, "But yes, I would love to continue my treatment later, if the priestess isn't busy?" He asked, using his skilled hands to grope her breasts, aiming to get her just as excited as he was. "Mmh, oh, it feels wonderful. To think such heavenly breasts would soothe me." He chuckles, as his thumbs circle around Marissa's nipples.
I can bring others in here too? Interestin'... Lydia crosses the room, finally returning to the doors which should lead her out of the statue and back into that remote village she fled to. She reappears within her rented room as she steps through the final threshold. Its not so bad in there, eh? Food, drink, a way to get strong enough to kill the king and queen, and plenty of people to fuck. Only problem's that I need someone to keep an eye on the thing while I'm in. The thief sits on her bed and sighs. Don't have anyone I can really trust here. Not been around long enough to get a good feel for the place. She goes through her memories of everyone she's come across in the last few days. Ellie's the best bet. Lydia pulls on her cloak, gathers all her things, and strolls downstairs to the bar. Mulling over how best to make the deal, she scans the room for the barmaid.
"That was awfully accurate since I dealt with the cultists and demon that were in the area..." Ida said slowly. "Nothing of this sort - this are family secrets, history and techniques we use..." She shook her head. "I am Ida Baade. What is your name?" She asked.
“I tend to be busy during the day, but if you visit me in the evening I will be happy to continue your... treatment.” Marissa smirks as she speeds up the titjob. Reaching with her tongue she begins to tease the tip of Anton's cock at the same time. Soon the priestess' nipples are hard and low moans start escaping her mouth, a sign that she is enjoying what he is doing. “Go ahead, give me all your... suffering...” Marissa encourages as Anton realizes that he won't last much longer... She doesn't need to look for long, as Ellie notices her and approaches. “Good morning. What can I get you?” She asks, sounding professional even as her eyes unashamedly ogle Lydia's body. “Wait, there were demons and cultists in the area?” The young woman looks at Ida surprised. “I had no idea; I was referring to thing that happened previously, during the droughts. Well, if you dealt with demons and cultists and survived, then I guess you can take care of yourself. My name is Nessa. Nice to meet you, lady Baade.”
"Oooh, wonderful, that sounds like a beautiful way to spend the evening." Anton grins, his cock throbbing between her large breasts. Just about to reach his peak, as Marissa licks around his cockhead. The old man captures her erect nipples between his thumb, and index finger, pinching her in a way that mixed pain, and pleasure perfectly. Just as he blows his load, thick ropes of cum firing off the tip of his meat pole, painting the priestess' face, and breasts white with his seed. Unless she just happened to place her mouth around his glans, giving her a mouthful of cum instead.
"Well then, Nessa, I shall be in your care." Ida smiled... Lady Baade... she liked that. She nodded and moved her head, for Nessa to follow her. "By the way, I wanted to ask, what do you think about the Lord and Lady of this place?" She asked as the two made their way to carriage. They would by supplies and then leave for Ida's lands. There was no reason to stay here for a longer time...
Lydia grins. "Mornin!' Follow me, love. Need to show you somethin.'" Taking Ellie by the hand, the excited thief drags the other woman upstairs to her room. Was gonna get her working with me eventually. Different job for her than I was plannin,' but it works out. Shutting the door behind them, Lydia pulls the small statue from her pack. "This ugly thing has a real interestin' enchantment." She sits on the bed, inviting Ellie to do the same. "See, if you use it, you get moved into a room. Then, you pick a weapon you wanna train with. Once you do that, you end up in some forest with people--not real people--to fight. You learn quite quick while in there. Yesterday, I barely knew how to swing my sword, now I'm able to parry and all." The archer's hand pats the sheath at her side. "There's food and drink at camps which're set up too. Now, there's still risk--if you lose a fight you get punished by the victor somehow, but its been nothin' bad so far, eh? Can't get wounds which last either. Its the perfect place to get better at fightin,' and its a place to live for free while I do." Lydia gives the server a pleading look. "Only problem's that I can't keep the thing locked away while I'm in it. Can't have someone movin' me across the kingdom or tryin' to use it while I'm there, so you mind takin' it home and keepin' it safe, love? You can use it yourself whenever you like, and you know I got other ways to pay you too..."
"But villagers do go here." Mylea raises an eyebrow. "How do you think I found out about this whole situation?" She moves forward a pace. "How about we make a deal? I'm friends with the local lord and his wife, and I'll soon have my own church here. You could use my church land to grow your plants, for free. All I ask in return is to be able to use the pink ones for my sermons."
"Well, I suppose i'll start in the slums near the river. Thank you beautiful. Hopefully it won't be long before i'm back to enjoy my rewards" The half-dragon grinned at the sultry prostitute before making his way towards the poorer parts of town. He figured that he wouldn't have to mull around for too long before nightfall and the "Ghost" made its apperanace.
Marissa lets out a lewd moan as Anton plays with her nipples. She seems to quite enjoy him shooting his seed on her face and breasts, even using some sort of spell to make sure he will give her every drop. “Well, that should be enough to help you last until tonight, my good man.” The priestess grins as she pulls away, Anton's cock finally leaving the valley between her boobs, and uses a spell to collect his seed... and then slowly swallow it all while looking at him. “We shall continue your treatment tonight. I hope at that time you will return the favour and help me, as I am rather... hungry for more, shall we say... especially after the long and boring trip here.” She grins at him and gets up, then starts getting dressed slowly. “The lord and lady seem like nice people who are trying to do the best they can despite clearly not getting quite enough support from other nobles. They do not tolerate guards not taking their duties seriously, as a couple of unfortunate guys found out the hard way.” Nessa shrugs. “That's about all I can tell you – I've had no reason to meet them in person. Ooh, a carriage! I've never ridden in one!” The last part is aimed at their means of transportation as the young woman takes a proper look at it for the first time. With Nessa's help Ida has no trouble buying supplies and then they are off to her new land... As it turns out the land is just that – land. Empty land. There is nothing built there so far, meaning that Ida will have to build a home for herself and her servants. At least she can choose what her new home will look like. After spending the night in her carriage in the company of her new and old servants – fortunately Nessa seems to like Eike and does not suspect what she really is – Ida is forced to go back to Marika to make the necessary arrangements for building her new home... Fortunately that proves easier than one might expect – the villagers have heard about her helping the village by helping the lord and lady, and so are willing to work for her based solely on promises that they will be paid later (probably assuming that she will do more work for the lord and thus get paid well). Finally, after what feels like forever, Ida has everything she needs – building materials, workers, and so on – and is able to begin work on her new home... Ellie listens carefully to Lydia's explanation and eventual request, then raises an eyebrow. “That sounds almost too good...” She notes before smiling, “but sure, I can help you with this. Learning how to properly use a dagger will be nice, and maybe unarmed combat, too, if fists count as a weapon for the purpose of this training... but first, tell me about the punishments you mentioned.” She gives Lydia a sly look. “It really sounds a bit too good, so I guess the punishments must be what balances all the good stuff. So? What are they? Tell me!” She demands to know. “Yeah, well, you seem to be the only one actually here.” The young man counters, only to jump a moment later when he hears a voice from nearby. “You sure about that, friend?” Galza asks with a grin as she appears behind the guy. “What the- where did you come from?” The man exclaims before turning back to face the half-dryad. “Okay, so it's not just you. But still- oh, shit.” He interrupts himself as realization seems to dawn on him. “It's because of the two batches we planted on the other side of the river, isn't it. Someone took note of them and hired you to investigate where they came from.” He lets out a heavy sigh. “That stupid wolf beast... because of it everyone was staying away from the forest. If we kept coming here it would attract unwanted attention, so we had to risk using land on the other side of the river to grow the plants, and of course someone noticed...” He lets out another sigh before looking at Mylea. “You just want to use the pink plant? You don't want any of the money we earn from this? And once we have enough to buy our own land it won't be a problem if we stop growing plants on your church's land?” He asks, seemingly looking for some reassurance before he agrees to anything. (I admit I had forgotten about Galza.) “Good luck, handsome!” The prostitute calls after him and watches him leave. Spoiler: Investigation 1d100 = 77 At first Ganith has no luck, finding only people that have heard rumours about the ghost, but have not seen it themselves. But as he keeps asking around he starts noticing a pattern in the answers – most sightings, including the very first ones, seem to be in one particular part of the village. It is his best bet so far, so he heads there. Spoiler: Awareness 1d100 = 37 Once more the half-dragon has no luck, finding no trace of the supposed ghost, and no one who knows anything of use. But as night falls he finally gets lucky: Up ahead he sees a silvery figure walking around, part of its body see-through. As soon as the figure – who looks like an armoured young man – sees him he starts running away, forcing Ganith to give chase. The chase lasts for a couple of minutes before the “ghost” turns a corner and heads down an alley between two houses. As Ganith also turns the corner he sees that this is a dead end, “ghost” waiting at the far side next to some wooden crates, a short sword in one hand and a dagger in the other, as if ready for battle. The half-dragon takes only a few steps forward before he is stopped by the sound of footsteps behind him. Turning around he sees two more “ghosts”: An older-looking armored human male with a spiked mace and a small shield in his other hand, and behind him an armored elf holding two short swords. Both men and smirking at him, and looking back he sees that his original target is also smirking. “You chose the wrong part of town for a night walk, friend,” says the guy with the mace, “If you were a pretty girl we might have reached an agreement and let you go, but since you're not... hope your money pouch is full – I hate killing people only to find they did not have the decency to bring us some money.” The apparent leader starts walking toward Ganith, followed closely by the rather effeminate elf. The young human starts approaching from from the other side, kicking a stone away as he does so. Spoiler: Examination 1d100 = 27 Something about the trio does not feel right – and it is not the fact that he can see through their bodies. Despite his best efforts, however, Ganith can't figure out what – maybe he is more tired than he realized, maybe it is because the night is dark, or maybe it is something else. There is no time to figure what the reason might be, though – the trio are approaching, and they clearly mean him harm...
"Calm down, Elle." Lydia sets a placating, reassuring hand softly on the waitress' thigh. "So far its been nothin' bad. Lost twice and got fucked in the ass for my 'punishment,'" She uses air quotes, omitting her time with the woman in the tent. "Only bad thing's that one of people I lost to was some highborn elf bastard who made my blood boil. Aside from that, losin's as much fun as winnin.'" The archer adds with a wide grin. "They were girls with cocks, by the way~ Like in those dirty stories drunkards always go on about."
"Mmh, oh don't worry dear. I'm quite... generous when it comes to treating my partner right. Fufu, just tell me the time, and place... and I do hope it's somewhere people won't get alarmed after you start screaming for more." Anton said with a grin, as his cock slowly softens after his orgasm. "Well then, I shall see you tonight, Marissa. I'll make sure your patience is well rewarded." He licks his lips, moving toward the priestess, and rubbing her pussy for a good few seconds just to show her he wasn't all talk. And the moment she gives off a needy moan, the old man moves away. "See you tonight." He chuckles in a mischievous tone, before leaving to head to his job.
(I did too, lol) Mylea smiles at her friend, not moving so as not to scare off the young man. "Exactly. Once you've made the money you need, I'll make no effort to stop you. Though perhaps you won't want to, who knows?" She shrugs. "So, do we have a deal?"
“Girls with cocks? Really? Now I really want to try this training – sounds like it will be fun in more ways than one...” Ellie grins as she imagines it. After a few moments she comes back to reality and looks at Lydia. “So, you got fucked and enjoyed it, eh? That means you won't mind if I too fuck your ass later, right? We'll consider it part of the payment for my help...” She moves her hand between Lydia's thighs and starts rubbing her crotch lightly. “I'll be around this building, somewhere outside. Unless something important comes up, in which case I'll leave someone to let you know.” Marissa tells him before letting out a needy moan as he starts rubbing her pussy. “And don't worry about the noise – that's what silencing spells are for, after all...” She adds, a mischievous wink ion her lips, and lets him leave. (You can quickly skip over the training part of his job, if you want.) The young man thinks for a few moments and then nods. “Sure. I'll talk to the other guys and explain things. They might complain a bit, but I'm sure they'll agree – it's not like we lose anything from this deal. Thanks for being so reasonable, miss.” He looks like he is about to leave, but then stops and looks at her once more. “Um, what is your name again and where do we find you if we need to speak with you later?”
(Alrighty.) "Ohoho. Then, I do hope that spell lasts an entire night... or doesn't require your full attention." Anton grins, leaving with a big grin on his face. He quickly heads to work, this time teaching his students the importance of stamina, since they'll be patrolling the village most of the time. So he makes them wear their full gear, and tells them to march around the training grounds for a good hour or two. After that, he makes them spar in groups, while still wearing their would be uniforms, letting them get used to its weight, and at the same time honing their team work. "You won't be working alone here. Rely on your partner, think of strategies that'll keep you both alive. This may not be a war, but thugs, thieves, and smugglers still won't think twice about killing you!" He said in a stern tone, watching them closely, and giving advice when needed. Once his class was over, he gives his students a few more tips on how they can improve themselves. Before dismissing them. Anton then heads to Lusserina's home, smirking as he knew the elf milf would have a much clearer mind. However, he already knows how to push her buttons. So he seduces her once more, eagerly playing with her body, letting her arousal build up. And just as she showed signs of an imminent orgasm, "Ah, I'll have to go. I won't be staying with you tonight, as I have prior arrangements." The old man moves away, while wearing a wolfish grin, "However, if you want, I'm free tomorrow. So if you want to continue, you'll have to come find me in the barracks just before evening. That's when my lessons are finished." He said as he leaves, this time making it so it'll be Lusserina who'll come asking for his touch. As evening arrives, Anton heads to the priestess' tent, smiling as he pondered what he'll do to her.
(It's a house, not a tent.) There is lots of grumbling from the recruits, but no one tries to get out of the training. By the time the lesson is over everyone is sweaty and most are barely standing up. About half are happy to see Anton leave, the other half... are too tired for that. Lusserina lets out a whine of protest as the old man leaves her hanging on the edge, but does not try to stop him from going, instead choosing to finish what he started. Before leaving he sees her plunge two fingers in her wet snatch. Finally it is time for the main event of the day. As Anton approaches the house a door opens and Marissa comes out to meet him. “There you are! Still need my healing, I take it?” The busty priestess smirks at him. Well, come on in and let me check your... condition.” She leads him inside and to a small study. There is a heavy wooden desk with a chair behind it, and a bookshelf on each of the two side walls. Both are barely half-filled with books. Anton gets the impression that this is a temporary arrangement and Marissa and the other priestesses from her order will likely move to something better later, whenever that 'later' might be. “So, how was your day? No severe pain or discomfort, I hope?”
(Oh, my bad.) Still smirking as he recalled Lusserina's reaction when he left, the old man knew no matter how hard she tried, his touch was just on a completely different level from what she can experience from herself. And as he saw his partner for the night, Anton's smirk turns into a wolfish grin, "Ah, priestess, I regret to inform you, but your healing... it only provided a moment of relief." He said in a pained tone as he enters her home, his hand reaching for her ass once the door closed behind them. Though with how aroused the old man was, he doesn't really bother with Marissa's furniture. "My day, was tiring to say the least. You see, the discomfort around my crotch only worsened the more I thought about you." He chuckles as he undoes his robes, revealing his monstrous cock. "Mmmh. Have you finished casting that spell of silence?" The old man asked, licking his lips as he squeezes her asscheek with his callused palm.
"If they don't like the deal, tell them to speak with me personally. I'm sure I can convince them." Mylea suppresses a chuckle. "Mylea. Sister Mylea of the New Church of the Holy Mother. Given that my church has yet to be built, I'm staying at the cheapest inn in town." Taking his hand, she leans down and presses her lips against his own. "To seal the deal." She smiles. "I hope to see you soon, my friend." The priestess turns, going to report in to the lady.
Marissa lets out a lead moan as Anton grabs her ass. “The spell has been a permanent addition to this house since we arrived – less time is wasted that way, you see.” The priestess smirks. “Oh, you poor man! I am so sorry to hear that!” She doesn't seem sorry at all. “Well, let me try and alleviate your pain.” She begins removing her clothes. “Since you seem to like my ass so much how about you put your poor cock between my cheeks? That seems to have a very positive effect on some people...” She suggests as she strips all of her clothes and stands before her completely naked, allowing her to take a good look at her nude body. “Nice to meet you, Mylea.” The young man says, then freezes in place, his face bright red as the half-dryad kisses him. Clearly he did not expect that sort of ''parting gift''. Mylea can feel the young man's eyes on her as she heads back to the village. She finds the lady reading some sort of old book in the mansion's library. “Welcome back, my dear!” Victoria greets her with a happy smile. “What did you find?”
"Oooh, priestess. Don't mind if I do." He grins, moving behind her. The perverted old man wastes no time as he grabs hold of Marissa's curvy hips, giving himself some support. As he presses his cock against her ass, thrusts forward to slowly let her asscheeks engulf his erect member. "Mmmh, so soft, and supple." Anton cooed, as he starts moving, his massive cock sandwiched between her cheeks. The throbbing veins around his shaft rubbing against the priestess' asshole. "I can see why this has a positive effect." He chuckles, grinning as his hands start exploring Marissa's body. Sliding along every curve, squeezing, rubbing, and poking all over to find her sweet spots.
