"No, those people in the camp have only been here for an hour or so, and they haven't gone further than where they're camped. The men that fought us were armed like you are - body armour and modern rifles - and there were maybe two dozen."
Seeing her wonderful reactions, Mori decides go all out, as he only had a few hours to play. He starts thrusting his hips faster, and rougher. Repeatedly ramming against her cervix, slowly making his way into her womb. While his thick shaft scrapes against each and every one of her velvety folds.
"Ha, that means they probably didn't follow way of humility if I'm correct." She said bushing on face, thinking the undead would be slaughter by these guys. "Thank you for the warning, we will be carefull with them." She said and returned to crew to go to city and warm them about another group.
Luke turned to the leader, 'He's speaking Latin.' He knew Latin well enough from his training, the Inquisition was quite old-fashioned. The young inquisitor looked at the guy dressed in Roman armour, quite perplexed, 'Who are you and what are you doing here... wearing that armour?'
"Ja! Ja! Ja! Fan Mig!" Helga reverts to her native tongue, overwhelmed by pleasure. It isn't long before she squirts against his immense cock.
"Damn..." The commander grunts as Natasha fills him in. "I wasn't expecting modern soldiers. We'll have to be on our guard, Nat."
"My name is Aulus." The Roman introduces himself. "And I'm here, because this is where I died." He draws his gladius.
Mori blinks in surprise as she speaks in her native tongue, not really that versed in european languages, aside from english. He ignores it, figuring she was just enjoying herself as he felt her pussy tighten once she orgasmed again. The smuggler deciding to be grant her wish, starts using his skillful fingers in tandem with his large cock. As he begins rubbing, and pinching her clitoris. While his other hand pokes, and prods her asshole. All the while his savage thrusting doesn't let up one bit, he aimed to string Helga's orgasm after the other, making her feel as if she's experiencing one constant, powerful climax.
Natasha agree with him, as they formed formation with her, Samva and Sonya as vanguard, Sarge as backwatch and rest of the crew as the core. "Let's hope the undead stoped them, or at least slow down down and reduce their number." She said as she watch area for the trap or outposts.
'So you're a spirit?' Luke asked, before Aulus drew his sword. He looked to the woman, 'Uncuff me, quickly!'
Beatrice looked at the men and shook her head. She turned to her companion. "It looks like we found what we were looking for. Shall we return later, with the rest of the group?"
The smuggler easily toys with her, and soon she's overwhelmed by pleasure, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she experiences climax after climax.
Spoiler: Trap Roll D100: 88 Natasha manages to spot some land mines as she moves further into the canyon, but easily avoids them. Closer in, she spots bodies - the dead guardians, and a few men in military gear. Finally, she sees the silhouette of the great gate in the distance, and in front of it, she sees a sandbag emplacement, several men patrolling near it.
"What the fuck?" The woman exhales, but quickly moves in to unlock the cuffs, before she draws her pistol and hands Luke back his baton. "Something like that." Aulus says in amusement. "This is a physical body, but it can't leave this palace - Anai sought to that." He grunts. "She cursed me, when the city fell, that I'd be trapped here for all time, unable to take the blood of another - unable to take a body like other spirits. Unfortunately for her, there's a...loophole, you might say. I can't take the blood of another, but I can take my own blood - the body of one of my descendants." He grins, walking forward. "I didn't know it at the time, but I fathered a child during the siege, furthered my dynasty. And now you're here, and I can be free." He grins at Luke, and his eyes glow red.
"Hmm, I'll let you decide, slave." The young man gropes her ass as he looks at the thugs. "Do we go back, or will you try to impress your masters by doing things alone?"
Natasha returns for the rest of the crew as they reach another group, warming them about mines. "Well, they must expecting trouble or some kind of attack if they already made fortification for themselves. I guess they know their job, so sneaking by them it is out of the question. Only way inside is this road, so we have to fight our passage. We had to strike hard and quickly, to shock enemy. " She said descripe fortification of enemy camp and where it looked weakest for her to attack. " Attack with shout and explosion, always made right distraction. We have to attack now, commander. "She said, waiting for his decision.
He's silent for a few moments, before nodding. "Let's do this, then." He hands her some grenades. "Want to do the honor?" He grins.
Luke took his baton and extended it, both sides shooting out and creating a long staff. The ends crackled like a taser. 'You're... my ancestor?' Luke asked while he circled the ancient Roman, 'Have you gone mad in here? You won't possess me, demon.' Luke got ready for a fight, studying Aulus' movements.
Natasha nod for that, as they getting ready in position to strike. She know how deadly could be grenades, so she made sure to throw them to place where there most enemies. After that, she begins to shooting, with rest of her crew, to not let enemies change to regrup and fight back.
Mori continues for a good thirty minutes, his movements slowing down due to his throbbing cock, and churning ballsack. He makes sure to hilt himself as deep as he could, before unloading his seed. Filling up Helga's womb.
