Slowly Seres' eyes opened and she blinked a few times to wake up fully. It took her a few moments to remember where she was. Oh, right. Training's over. I have a new job and a new room. She let out a yawn. I probably should get up and get dressed... but I don't want to. I think I'll stay in bed for a few more minutes. She sighed happily as she enjoyed the feeling of the soft sheets, feeling rather lazy.
Erkia grunts in reply to the blow landing, the guy's got a halfway decent strike at least. In response, to Tina's incoming hook she raises her right arm to block the blow and counters with an elbow strike aimed at the bottom of the other woman's jaw. If that manages to land, she'll then grab Tina by the shoulders and try to bodily toss her into Francis behind her.
"Oh, okay." He seems disappointed. "Well, I'm normally guarding this area, or in the barracks when I'm off duty. When you need some more stuff, come and find me. And if you're interested in something harder, maybe we can make a deal on that, as well." He nods to her, taking the rejection without a fuss.
The blonde finds that she isn't bothered, allowing her to stay in the comfort of the bed for a little longer.
Tina's strike is blocked with ease, but the lean woman ducks under the elbow strike, hitting Erika with a sharp elbow to the jaw. Her head is rocked back, and when she looks in front of her, Francis manages to get a good front kick into her sternum. However, he's overextended himself, putting him between Erika and Tina, where his sister can't help him, and he's slow to pull back his leg from the kick.
@Mazoku Alicia and Rebecca move to a locked gate at the side of the museum, secured shut by a bulky padlock.
"Rebecca, be a dear and get that, would you?" She made the suggestion for the doctor to shift a bit and use her claws to quietly get the lock off so they wouldn't spook their target as Alicia readied her gun, moving to the wall and crouching a bit, steadily and quietly to make their approach. No telling if Erin was still here, but even if she wasn't, there was a strong possibility she left something they didn't want to find behind intended for Hipper's men.
Seres enjoyed the bed's comfort for a while longer, before the growling of her empty stomach finally convinced her to get up. As nice as staying in bed is I need to get something for breakfast. She told herself as she got out of bed. The ex-cosplayer put on new underwear followed by her usual warded nun outfit. For a few moments she considered putting on something else and coming back to change if necessary, but decided not to risk it. If we are sent out in an emergency I won't have the time to come back and change. She reasoned. After that she washed herself, made sure that there were no issues with her appearance, and went looking for something to eat.
"Aaahn! Nghiiiii!" As his cock brings her to a mind shattering orgasm, Melissa's eyes roll back into her head. Her body shuddering, while her pussy convulsed as it accepted his seed. And with agent Sully crashing on her, the sexy milf slowly recovered. Why... why do I feel so good? She asked herself inside her mind, as lustful tears trailed down her eyes. "S-so... you... won't report my son anymore... right?" Melissa asked through heavy breaths.
Following her nose, the fake nun finds a cafeteria downstairs. She sees a few people lining up at the counter and sitting at benches to enjoy their meals. From the smell, Seres thinks that food is pretty good, better than most cafeterias she's been in.
Sully, completely drained, takes a moment before he can roll off of her. As he recovers, he takes a moment to process her question. "Whoo... After that fuck? Sure thing. Your son will be our little secret." He leans in to kiss her again, before standing and dressing. "I might be able to get you a chance to see your son safely tomorrow. Request some off base time, early in the morning. I'll be your 'shaperone' and we can go see Tyler and explain to him why he needs to stop this." He caresses her breast as he stands above her. "Damn, girl. That was some of the best sex I've ever had. You're a better lay than any working girl, that's for damn sure. I can't wait 'till next time." He snaps a photo of her naked body, before turning and leaving. As the door shuts behind Sully, Melissa feels a sharp pang of shame, but even stronger is the feeling of lust and even pride. She feels, despite her best efforts, a wave of pride at the fact that she could save her son, and another one at the fact that her body could satisfy a man so fully, and drive him completely wild.
Nodding at Sully's instructions for tomorrow, Melissa face completely turned red as he started "complimenting" her skills. Though as he took her photo, that was when she realized all she had on was her torn pantyhose. Making her hide her naughty bits in shame, even as he finished snapping the picture. Once she was left alone, Melissa's mind began to race. I... let another man touch me... n-no, I did it to save Tyler. But the way he treated me... why did it feel so good? He... he even looked exhausted after cumming once. Did I really please him that much? She shakes away her thoughts as she stands up. Throwing away her torn pantyhose, Melissa hops into the shower and cleans herself thoroughly. It was only when she saw her reflection in the mirror that she realized her lips had formed a proud grin. After her bath, Melissa crashes onto her bed. Ready for the next to meet with her son.
Erika growls. The blows hurt, naturally, but they're making her frustrated more than anything... and she is ALREADY frustrated in another way. Francis' mistake is one she intends to capitalize on and she does so by grabbing hold of his leg and, with an intense gleam in her eyes, brings a knife hand chop down on the side of his leg. The peroneal strike, especially with how hard she can hit, will probably make it incredibly hard to walk, let alone try another kick any time soon... and that's even before she throws in a headbutt aimed at the butt of his jaw.
Unlike before only one of her arms shifted, gaining a patchy layer of fur as her nails lengthened into claws. They were curved, long, and hooked, using them to deftly pry the lock open. An unavoidable rattle of metal sounded as got it loose. "Let's get inside." Her final words before again shifting into a fully animal form - the same feline shape as before. Leopards accelerated faster than their kin, an excellent hunter in the tight spaces and corridors of the museum. She prowled alongside the nun, her muscles rippling as her shoulders shifted with step of her padded paws.
"That's some next level restoration magic." Alicia complimented, still somewhat oblivious or perhaps just willfully trying not to think about it too hard. While she didn't have any of those kind of abilities, she had the power of her gun and some tricks of her own. Muttering some rapidfire Latin under her breath, it was hard to tell what exactly she did or how she did it, but the barrel of the gun started to heat into a whitish glow of faint holy light, not so much to be easily spottable, but clearly magical in nature to however she imbued her weapon in preparation as they made their way in.
Nadya frowned at him, disappointed. "Maybe I underestimated you. Here I figured you had the balls to at least ask for what you wanted." The girl then shrugged idly before she walked back toward the compound. "Oh well, I'll come find you if I find any of these artifacts."
"A combination of biomancy disciplines. Animals have developed a wonderful array of tools for almost any situation nature has thrown at them. The way I fight is in honor of that." Even as her voice carries with it an underlying growl, she speaks more clearly. "My first encounter with the supernatural was when I came across an animal used as a sacrifice in a ritual. A horrible experience, I don't wish to see repeated." Leaving what had happened unsaid, but clear by the implication. She had to crane her neck, her new form so low the ground to catch the glowing light of the nuns gun. Rebecca imagined getting hit with that would hurt. Her Shapeshifter's Hide even when blocking bullets could leave welts, and she considered if she should've chosen a rhino. Although as the saying went 'A bull in an antique shop.' must be worse if it's 'A rhino in a museum.' She chuckled, a mixture of mewling and purring.
She quirked an eyebrow at the sound of her possibly invoking some kind of occult ritual, but it wasn't time to focus on that. And....besides. Was Rebecca actually even all that evil? She just got felt up by Hipper, who was supposedly a regular person and still reprehensible. If her animal companion was trying to do good things with her powers, shouldn't that at least count for something? No. The words of the grandmaster came in my mind from her days of when she had only just started proper training, questioning this logic back then. But then she had her first assignment. Witches, vampires and werewolves, were all evil. She's seen it. Not a single mission or story of a hunt from other Templars had ever lead her to believe she was wrong. But now she was back to just somewhat wondering why the line between who deserves to die and who doesn't be so hard? Rebecca hadn't tried to molest her or anything. But the actual human did. Did this system of justice really work if they weren't even going against the right people then? She gave her head a quick shake. It wasn't time to focus on that. What they did know for sure is this was an actually evil witchs layer , and they had to keep their guard up. @Tjf
Her night is anything but restful, filled with thoughts of sex, the partners changing, but always using her body sexually. Finally, she awakens mid morning, covered in sweat, and her pussy drenched.
