Avella decided to play open cards with them, that chance is too good to let it slip out of her hands. "I managed to get in contact with mercenary working for you, Lathrul who told me about your loss and thiefery of your legacy. What first was a chance to just earn some money for taking back what was stolen, it become more personal for myself." She told them about taking back from the thief their necklace about manuvering House Rexvanus men on the bridge. "It is important to me, to let you know that what was stolen is return to you by unofficial daughter of vicecount Esmerhun de Golden Tree." She said, making it clear that she is the bastard, showing them necklace. "Money isn't important to me, I just want graditue of House Leonis for House Golden tree."
"Ohoho. That's alright. A half hour is nothing, if I could get some.. relief." Anton nods, figuring he still had an hour or so before he needed to report for his job.
Ida scowled as she heard the woman's plight. "Another proof of Lady Victoria's incompetence." She then turned to woman. "I am, but not for long. I am leaving this place as fast as I can. I am Ida, sorceress and owner of the land to the south of the village." She greeted the woman and helped her get up.
As Ganith approaches her the woman moves forward a bit to meet him, coming out of the shadows. He finally takes a good look at her and sees that she is young and not wearing much – likely a prostitute. “Hello, handsome! You look like a strong and brave lad who is not afraid of a single ghost – especially one that might not even be a real ghost. Wanna help a poor lass out” She smiles at him. A few moments of silence follow her story, the men in the room just looking at her. “She seems to be telling the truth.” Comes a woman's voice from behind Avella. When she and Marda turn around they both see a pretty lady has appeared in the room. In one hand she is holding some sort of orb that is glowing with golden light. Spoiler: Arcane Knowledge 1d100 = 31 It is clear the orb is enchanted, but Avella lacks the necessary knowledge to figure out anything more. It might have made the woman invisible, it might be what let the woman know Avella was telling the truth, it might be both of these things, or it might be something else entirely – she can't figure it out just from looking. Spoiler: Awareness 1d100 = 66 Out of the corner of her eye the elven paladin notices the guards in the room relax a bit, likely in reaction to the lady's words. “My apologies for not meeting with you right away, but with members of House Rexvanus nearby I can't afford to take chances. My name is Samaya of House Leonis. A please to formally meet you.” She introduces herself and smiles first at the paladin, then at Marda. Avella recognizes the name. Lady Samaya is the head of one of House Leonis' largest branches, and has a close working relationship with the head of the family's main branch, making her one of the most influential and important members of House Leonis. “Now, before we continue this conversation, I'd like to see the item and make sure it is the real one, not a fake or an imitation. I trust that won't be a problem for you?” She looks at the paladin expectantly. “Then please wait nearby until I am done here.” The busty priestess goes back to her work. Anton spends the next half hour watching her talk to people, usually giving advice and occasionally healing someone. While there are a few people who are clearly there to ogle her most people seem to really be seeking her help. Finally his target lets two younger women take over while she leaves and approaches him. “Sorry for the wait. Do you still need my... help?” He notices a small pause before the last word, while her eyes briefly dart down to his crotch before going back top his face. “Thank you.” The young woman offers a grateful smile as Ida helps her up. “Leaving the village? Then I hope you are a competent sorceress, lady Ida, because those guys will likely try to pay you back for interfering. They've been nothing but trouble since they arrived a few day ago. The first day the guards knocked some sense into them, but that just taught them to be careful when guard are nearby. When there are no guards around, like in this case, they act as if they own the place. If they catch you away from the village, where there are no guards, who knows what they might do...” She shakes her head. Clearly she's assuming that Ida is just another adventurer.
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."
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..."
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."
"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.
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.
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."
“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 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. “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?” “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. 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.” “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.
Anton follows the priestess, making it a point to act like he's struggling just to walk. But as soon as they were alone, he licks his lips in anticipation. "Ooh, thank you kindly. Sorry, about the trouble, Priestess Marissa." He said in an elderly tone as he goes to a nearby chair, while undoing his robes. The old man sits down, and pulls his clothes to the side, revealing his surprisingly thick, and errct cock to Marissa. "Aah, see, it's swollen again." Anton mumbled, looking at the priestess' reaction to his meat pole.
[I'll add the Flaw to her sheet in a moment. Thanks for going through everything she was going to do after leaving the camp too.] I'm gonna need that buttplug after all, eh? Lydia limps ahead to the inn-tent, torn between her desire to have another massive member railing her and her need to rest after being fucked by so many well-hung women, not to mention being soundly beaten in combat twice. She drags herself through the entrance flap and glaces around at the interior before approaching the counter, trying to hide the mixture of longing and discomfort stemming from her overused asshole. "Got any rooms, love?"
“Hmm, yes, I can see the problem... Do not worry, my good man, I have just the cure for your condition.” Marissa smirks at him as she begins removing her clothes. Soon the priestess is mostly naked, wearing only her stockings, panties, and head piece. Her large and delicious-looking breasts are out in the open – which really does not help with Anton's “condition”. “Now then, let's begin your treatment, shall we?” The priestess gives him a rather lewd smile as she sinks down to her knees and wraps her large breasts around his erect member, then starts giving him a slow titjob while looking up at him. Before Lydia can enter the tent her path is blocked by a busty woman wearing a rather plain grey dress... well, except for a couple of details: One, the top has been pulled down a bit, exposing her large breasts, and two, the middle part of the dress' skirt is missing, leaving the woman's hard member exposed. “I sure do, dear! Both of my rooms are currently free! 50 Silver Coins per stay. Or you let me fuck your cute ass and you get a free stay.” The woman smiles at Lydia as she lets her know the price. Between the fact that she has no Silver Coins – she guesses she might have gotten some if she had won either of her last two fights – and the strong desire to have her ass fucked again Lydia can give only one answer. “Very well, let me show you to your room.” The innkeeper gives a sultry smile as she grabs Lydia's ass and leads her inside. It seems she has read Lydia's answer on her face even before the thief could put it in words. The inside of the tent is bigger than one would guess based on the outside. The place has been split in two rooms separated by curtains. Surprisingly each room has an actual bed inside, as well as a few other basic necessities. “This is your room.” The innkeeper announces as she leads her guest to the left room. “Time for you to pay for your stay...” She removes her dress, baring the rest of her body. Quickly Lydia finds herself in a familiar position – face down and ass up, with a cock in her ass. Only difference is this time she's on a soft bed instead of on the ground. “Mmm, I love how tight your ass is! It's been used a bit, but clearly not enough!” The woman comments as she fucks her horny guest. Lydia can do nothing but moan in pleasure as she gets pounded again, losing sense of time... Finally the innkeeper erupts inside her, triggering the thief's own orgasm, the world turning white for a few moments. She feels the woman pull out slowly and hears her speak, but is too exhausted to comprehend the words. Consciousness leaves her... Some time later Lydia wakes up, feeling refreshed and ready to take on new challenges. She finds herself lying in bed, covered by thin white sheets. Some food and drink have been left on the small table next to her bed, but there's no trace of the innkeeper – presumably the woman has gone back outside. Her ass feels empty again, though her desire to get fucked has subsided partially, at least for now. (Lydia's HP fully restored.)
"Ohohoho." Anton chuckled as she began stripping right in front of him, further fueling his lust. Aaah, this might have been the wrong choice. I might be late for work at this rate. He thinks to himself, as Marissa stands before him without her clothes. "Ooh, let's do that, priestess." He nods, smiling as he stares right back into her eyes. "Mmh." Shuddering as he felt her soft, heavy breasts wrap around his shaft. "Ooh, I can already feel how I'm in good hands." He grins, slowly reaching out to touch her breasts as if he was waiting for permission.
"Is that so? My, you're quite the entrepreneur, aren't you?" Mylea says with admiration in her voice, buttering the young man up. "Though... It's a little dangerous just growing these flowers out here, don't you think? Especially with the poison one, an innocent bystander could easily breathe the spores and get hurt. Maybe there's a better way - one that can keep people safe, and stop people from replicating your creation?"
"That certainly sounds like a sound deal." Ganith eyes the woman's considerable assets with desire. "I would like to hear more though. Where does this ghost appear, what do they do when they show up? Does it bother anyone? Or just kind of wander about?" Of course, being a capable half Man-half Dragon, he wasn't worried about the threats a Ghost might pose...even if it was a real ghost. Who knows? Maybe whoever was playing the ghost was an attractive woman themselves. After being rejected by the Potion Shopkeeper, he could use some entertainment to distract himself.
Ida smiled. "Honestly, I was hoping you would ask~" Ida admitted with a small smile. She then turned serious. "But I need to warn you - there are many secrets I keep, and you will be required to keep them as well. Not to mention, My lands are on the frontier, so it will be dangerous. Despite this, will you still swear yourself to my service?" She asked.
Lydia yawns as the last of the cobwebs left by a good night's rest clear from her mind. She eats, drinks, and then dresses. I wanna go try beatin' that elf bitch again, but I need to find a way outta here. Gods know what's happenin' outside of this statue. Leaving the tent, she impulsively asks the...tent-keeper if there's a way to exit back to the real world.
Marissa does not object to him touching her large breasts. “This might take a while. If you are in a hurry we could do only the first part of the treatment and you can come back later for the rest.” She lets out a low moan as the old man starts groping her tits. “How does it feel? Good, I hope?” She asks as she speeds up moving her breasts up and down, stimulating his dick. “Why do you think we planted them out here, away from any place the rest of the villagers go to?” The young man seems to finally relax. “As for a better way – sure there is. More than one, in fact. But they all cost money, which is the one thing we don't have yet. Once we sell the first two or three batches of herbs we should have enough money to officially buy land and plant more crops of herbs. But until then it is either doing it like this, or resorting to banditry – and we are not desperate enough for the latter.” “The supposed ghost has been seen at various spots throughout the village – and every time he rushes to get out of sight, which is what makes me think it's not a real ghost but a person pretending to be one for some reason. It's always an armored man, though the exact details vary from story to story.” The prostitute tells him. “The highest number of sightings has been in the more poor parts of the village, such as in the vicinity of the River Vixen, so I'd start by asking around there. That's all I know, I am afraid.” She shrugs. “I usually start work around sunset and stop around sunrise. Come find me when you have dealt with this ghost.” The young woman gives Ida a wary look. “Well, that depends on what those secrets are. I hope you're not some crazy cultist trying to summon a demonic horde to overrun the land. Or some crazy bitch who wants to have me raped to death for her entertainment... or a serial killer looking to make me her next victim... there are a few other such pleasant things I want to have nothing to do with. I can look the other way and ignore anything I am not supposed to know about, as long as there is nothing too... worrying.” She explains. “As for your lands being on the frontier... lady, this entire area is on the frontier. If I am here I obviously have no problem living away from civilization.” Lydia is directed to the large crystal statue. Upon examining it she realizes that it is a human-sized copy of the statuette that allowed her to come here in the first place. A bit of experimentation and she discovers how to open a portal leading back to the place where she chose which weapon to train with. The room is the same as she remembers, except for the presence of a second portal leading directly to the small camp. (The statues are basically video game checkpoints.) A few quick experiments and the thief learns the following: - her newfound skill with short swords and her need to have her ass fucked are the only things she seems able to bring back from the training area. Any wounds vanish the moment she goes out and reappear the moment she goes back into the training area - wounds suffered in the normal world vanish the moment she enters the.. pocket dimension?... and reappear the moment she comes out - if she switches to another weapon she is limited to a single portal, apparently having to start from the beginning. If she goes back to using a short sword, however, the portal leading to the camp reappears – she does not lose any progress she has made with a particular weapon - the door leading to the pocket dimension remains until she dismisses it. Though she can't be sure this suggests that people might be able to follow her inside Now that she has a way out of the pocket dimension – or whatever that place is – Lydia has to decide what to do next. If she were to just vanish it will attract attention, but if she were to first come up with an excuse and leave the village she will be able to train there for as long as she wants undisturbed. Part of her wonders how many special women, similar to the elf noble, are there for her to fight and fuck... or get fucked by. Either way it will feel good to have her ass stuffed with a big dick... Another small, traitorous, part of her mind wonders what it would be like to get fucked by Queen Serenia... (In other words, choose what sort of ending you would like for Lydia.)
