Seeing that her companion had no objections and was following along, Velaelle headed toward the source of the sound, making sure to be as quiet as she could so as to not give away their presence. @merkros
Valenya found herself at a loss. She was no diplomat, and knew clearly she had not thought this course of action through. She was further unsettled by the sight of the wolves' fur sticking up a sign she knew from experience meant aggression. Doubt flooded her in a moment and indecision with it. But she also knew she was in it now, and any hope of either avoiding them or ambushing them she'd blown. 'Crud.' she thought to herself. "My companions and I are hunting," she called "but we don't seek conflict with intelligent beings. If you feel we have intruded onto your territory that was not our intention. If you go your own way, we'll continue our hunt elsewhere and not trouble each other any more."
While at first, she was quite resistant to your advances. Now...well, she isn't exactly moaning your name, but her body's definitely more relaxed after her first orgasm flooded her with pleasure. She moans more outwardly now and doesn't try to hide it as your rigid length slides deep into her depths. The athletic woman's tits are great to feel up despite their lack of size and her nipples press pleasingly into the palms of your hands. The wolf-creature in charge continues to growl at you in warning, "This forest is our territory man-thing. Anything that traverses under its branches is prey to the Worgrin. Now leave before we make you." You aren't really sure if Worgrin is the name of their leader, their race, their pack, or all three. However, it's fairly clear that he's bluffing at making you. Had he felt confident in fighting the three of you, then he would have attacked you when he had the chance. Walking down the darkened hall towards the steady thud, you walk past the remaining student rooms and arrive in front of a large glass window that goes on for several meters before coming to a door. Inside are three or four rows of tables and benches. There's also a pair of doorways across on the other side into an adjacent room. On top of that, there are about a dozen zombies milling about the large and spacious room. The constant thudding sound is a zombie right up near the glass window who is bonking his head idly against it. It walks over to the other side of the glass from you and paws at the glass and groans a little. It doesn't really seem to get the attention of any of the other zombies and the glass seems perfectly capable of holding up to it...for now.
“More zombies. Just great.” Velaelle rolled her eyes and looked at her companion. “With how slow they are we could probably lure them out and fight them one at a time, but with just the two of us it will take a while. Do we really want to waste our time?” She asked her companion in a low voice so as to not attract the zombies' attention. Then she took a more careful look at the one hitting its head against the window, trying to see if there was anything out of the ordinary about it and why it alone was bonking its head. @Auraicide
The demoness watched the corpses shamble a bit. "Tch. How annoying." She thought on it, for a minute before shaking her head. "Hard to say. There's going to be more of them where that came from and that probably won't hold forever, so thinning them out might help, but there might not be a point. I guess...it depends on whether these zombies are biological or necromantic in creation. Biological ones are just a virus mutagen spread that kills and breaks down the biological body into becoming feral. A necromantic plague, means there is a source behind it and removing the magical source animating the undead is usually enough to sever the connection between unlife entirely in servants." Debating whether or not it was worth engaging them, she looked conflicted. "Probably wouldn't be much of an idea to engage them independently, though we can. Though...when I still was designing lairs for my generals, I can tell you what usually the path most populated with monsters usually you're going the right way." Valleria spoke as she tried to do what she didn't before and focus on seeing if she could get see any signs or at least get any feelings of magical energy from the zombie horde or not. @merkros
Seeing the wolves' aggressive stance, Cybele prepares to engage them the moment one of the beasts attempt to attack. For now she remains hidden, but if the wolves were a little bit like those in her world. She figured they had already caught her, and the armored lizard's scent. But for now, she lets Val go on with her diplomatic approach.
Vier's smile only grows more pleasant as he sees (and feels) the woman getting more into it. He rewards her by starting to fuck her harder and faster, letting his flesh slap loudly against hers as he plunges in and out of her womanhood. "See?" he grunts with each inward motion, "Being... the bottom's... not so... bad. Is it?"
There doesn't seem to be anything particularly special about the zombie other than its desire to walk in the direction of the window. It seems like it either doesn't really know there's a window there, or its non-functional brain can't really comprehend what it's colliding with. Seemingly like many things in this world, the results are mixed...a few of them seem like they might be magically crafted, but others don't seem to be so. Your knowledge of the dark arts suggests that eventually, one will win out over the other. If the source maintaining the magical zombies was or has been destroyed, then their magic will slowly fade and the more biological ones will reign supreme. If that magical source remained, then the more biological ones will likely fall apart in the coming months and leave the magical ones as the dominant force. "sshut up" She hisses at your teasing through gritted teeth as she tries to regain control of her emotions. However, the feeling of your thick, rigid fuckstick sliding deep into her pussy is derailing any real attempts at such and she continues to moan under your eager thrusting.
Seems like it's just a dumb zombie, nothing particularly special about it. For a moment Velaelle had hoped to have found an unusual specimen worth investigating, only to have her hopes crashed after taking a proper look. She turned her attention back to her companion. “While there could be some food inside that has not gone bad yet, there could also be more zombies to deal with. I think we should finish exploring the building first. After that, if we decide it's worth clearing out the zombies, we should come together with everyone else – it'll make getting rid of the undead much faster and more efficient.” @Auraicide
Valleria frowned, uncertain how to weigh her discovery. "From what I can tell, there's both naturally infected ones and magically reanimated ones. The forces are interacting with each other. Give it enough time and the magical forces will take over the biological ones...which for us, is good. The more magical rules establish themselves as superior in the new laws of the universe, the better it is for our own power. It makes a tough call. Leaving the magical source alone for that long will let it grow, but in the long term, it's better that our worlds get closer to restoring our magic. Ultimately, if magic wins out, whatever threat the...I'm guessing, necromancer, wants to be, is pretty negligible once I have my old power back....that doesn't help with the current problem though. Killing a few reanimated zombies probably won't affect the power balance, but ideally, we may need to look for a safer and more defensible place to set up than this building." She pouted a little staring at the zombies. "I think so. It's better for there to be more people than trying to deal with it by ourselves. But there's not telling how long that will hold. We could at least set up a few barricades and traps along this way to make dealing with the swarm easier."
Vier moves his hands up from her tits to her shoulders, sliding her body back closer to him so that her lower half is tilted as far upwards as the ropes will allow. If she wants him to REALLY focus fully on giving it to her... then so be it. From this new, almost vertical position above her, he is able to outright jackhammer his dick in and out of her depths, which will make it feel like he's somehow getting even DEEPER inside of her, even if that may not be physically possible. On top of that, he starts varying up his motions. One moment he just flat out fucks her as hard as possible, his cock being like a sexual battering ram to her inner walls, while the next his movements are almost agonizing slow, as if soothing every inch his previous motions had sped past. He falls silent, just looking into his "lover's" eyes with a gaze that is possessive but oddly warm and caring, a mixture of love and lust that is as powerful as the hardest thrust of his manhood.
“Now that you mention it, setting up barricades to block their way is not a bad idea. They don't seem to have any real intelligence left, so even if they manage to find their way out of the room, a few barricades will slow them down, or even completely block them. We saw plenty of worthless crap in the rooms we checked – more than enough to use as materials. Even in my weakened state I should have no trouble levitating stuff and moving it to build the barricades. I'll leave it to you to figure out the potential traps to use.” Velaelle nodded to her companion and headed for one of the largely empty rooms, where she remembered seeing a heavy desk...
Valleria thought on it a bit, as they looked over what they had to work with, as she contemplated. What she had to work with was a caster, an archer and a spear fighter. Nobody who needed to get super close. "Some stuff on the left and right in kind of a zig zag fashion. They aren't smart, but they will try to find the easiest path and if we can force them into a single file line trying to follow the way that isn't blocked, it will be much easier. A few proper fences set down to fall back on...and perhaps something that can be used as trip wire. We probably don't have any fire traps to work with in this place..and zombies don't have the senses to care about a lot of standard traps like glass or sand....the best bet is probably making sure they cluster in a way they won't be able to spread out so they lose their number advantage when they can't attack in swarms. And...perhaps something to make the ground slippery would be nice. Tile and wet floors are annoying for regular people, let alone dead people with no coordination, but most of our people can attack a distance and I can still sort of fly, so shouldn't be much of a problem." Thinking some of her thoughts outloud, she went along with the elf to prepare some defenses.
The expression she returns is less "Love and lust" and more "anger and conflict". Her moans of pleasure betray that her body is enjoying the feeling, but you're pretty sure that if she was unbound, she would still try to thrust her spear into you(and not hat one). Her cock twitches a little against your abdomen and you feel your cock bottom own against the cervix while you eagerly pound away at her against the floor. @Auraicide @moonblack It's going to take you some time to set up even a basic barricade and more or less hinder any more exploration that you might want to do for a little bit (You can use that to roleplay or whatever else). Anything more complicated is going to take much longer to set up and materials that you don't really have right now.
“Nice ideas, but based on what I saw in the empty rooms a basic barricade is likely the best we can do right now, at least without a lot more materials than we have here. Fortunately the zombies' lack of intelligence means that a basic barricade should be enough – it's not like we're trying to take over and set up a permanent base here... So let's do that for now. Maybe by the time we are done our friend will be done as well and we can go back to exploring the rest of the building.” Velaelle decided after mulling over their limited options. “Though all those other options you mentioned will probably come in handy if we find a more permanent base of operations and need to build proper defenses for it.” She added as she used her magic to levitate a heavy desk inside one of the rooms and slowly moved it into the corridor.
Setting up the improvised walls along with the elf, she was reminded of the third member of their group. “Yeah...but sure is taking him forever. How long does it take to get rejected?” Expressing annoyance, she folded her arms. “My sister said boyfriends are supposed to be good slaves. Why does ours suck?” It was apparent now that she definitely wasn’t using that word in the same definitions of most people. Working on the barrier as much as her own kind of lackluster strength would allow, she clearly struggled with the objects she had to move, but at least had a thought occur to her, taking a few of the glass bottles she saw earlier and placing them juuust over the edge of the desk, but balanced enough not to fall. The idea was clear. If the horde broke through while they looked away, the glass breaking would help them at least hear it.
Yeah, I don't think your sister did a very good job at explaining what a boyfriend is... or anything about romance, really... oh, well, doesn't matter right now. Velaelle kept quiet as the pair worked, setting up the barricade, though she nodded in approval when she saw the carefully balanced bottles. “Good idea.” She commented as she kept working, bringing more desks with which to block the zombies' path forward. Hopefully we won't need all this, but better safe than sorry.
Not really able to come up with much more that could be done with such simple supplies and a lack of tools, Valleria had to settle on what they had. “Not ideal, but should at least make them a lot less trouble when they get through or we decide to open it...looks, like that’s keeping them shut out for now, but if more start to pile on...having a proper group would help.” Without much more they could do here, the demoness began to think. “Or...you know....we could always feed the flattie to them and move right past them. Not like we can just keep her tied up forever and expect she won’t eventually try murdering us in our sleep. Release her out into the wild maybe, if you don’t want to be too ruthless about it, but I’m just throwing ideas out there. Demons aren’t exactly well known for their willingness to play fair.”
“I don't really care what happens to her, as long as she does not cause us any further trouble... but I don't think she'd be enough to distract all of the zombies. A few, maybe, but not all. And any distraction she provides will be rather brief, so we'll need to time it well to make it effective.” As a noblewoman Velaelle was at times forced to make difficult decisions. As far as she was concerned this was just one more such case. “Anyway, I think we are done here – nothing more we can do without materials and tool we do not have. Shall we head back?”
