"Disgusting. I'm sorry you had to witness that, though I'm proud that you stepped in to help. We'll send men to reinforce the village and the surrounding areas, and provide help for those poor people."
Miroslava gives a small laugh. "Then they would hypothetically be committing suicide." Her face grows even for a moment. "I would be...willing, to tell you where to go. However, I require something in return. The identity of your informant."
"Thank you. But, I'd also warn them of those... faceless things. Normal weapons do nothing to them. But, that mustached knight, he said maybe silver would work." Allune replied with a smile.
Angelo looked unsure for a moment, 'What would hypothetically happen to said informant, were I to reveal her identity?'
“You certainly did.” Ophelia enjoyed the view for a few moments, then moved closer and pulled down the maid's panties. She then proceeded to fondle her butt for a bit. “Very nice.” The noblewoman commented before hugging Felina from behind and oulling her into standing straight again. “Thank you, dear. I'm going to treasure this memory.” She kissed the maid's neck before continuing. “I hope I will get to see you again later, but for now it is time to say 'goodbye'.” She briefly groped Felina's boobs before pulling away.
He nods. "There are stories of silver weapons working against creatures like that. How about I have a silver sword, or dagger forged for you? Maybe some arrows?"
"I would have a discussion with her about my expectations on privacy. Fear not, I won't harm her, not for a first offense."
Slumping against the bed for a few moments, collecting her breath, she glanced over to the pig beast, not having as much trouble staring at him even after the initial lust had died down. Both of her holes still felt well used from him and ached a little bit, the thick volumes of cum in her overfilled asshole leaving it marked and Larisa’s face left in a smile looking oddly satisfied. “Ah..glad to be of service.”
Angelo nodded, 'Alright, I put my trust in you... she's a local... succubus, called Sarva. The black knights killed her coven of sisters.'
Ophelia smirked. “So do I, my dear.” She then turned serious. “But I have taken enough of your time. As enjoyable as your company is, I really need to be going, so I will let you get back to work. Stay safe, Felina. Goodbye.” And with that Ophelia left and went looking for her brother, leaving Felina to fix her outfit before getting back to work.
"You'll be of service many times, girl." He chuckles. "Would you like food, drink? The people of this province are generous with their offerings."
Miroslava chuckles. "Aren't you supposed to kill those? Alright, tell me where to find her. You'll find the Guardian in the woods. Go a half mile in, and then deviate from the main path by taking a left. Go straight, and eventually you'll come across a clearing with a cave. That's where he resides." She scribbles down a map with her quill. "Oh, and one more thing. You'll find my niece with him. Do try not to embarrass her, would you?"
'Well, if I had found her raping a man, I would've tried my best to kill her,' Angelo explained, 'But, I found her holding her dead sister, weeping. I don't think I could kill Lucifer himself if I found him in that state.' 'Hmm, well, she said she would be waiting for us at the lair, so if you want to speak to her right away... you could accompany us,' Angelo suggested. 'Your niece is with the Guardian?' Angelo looked surprised, 'Olga or Larisa?'
"Why not? I'll come with you, then." She looks surprised for a moment, as though she'd forgotten Olga's existence. "Larisa, of course."
'Well, then you can make sure I don't embarrass her,' Angelo smiled, before opening the door for the lady, 'Shall we?'
“I am.” Ophelia replied after mentally checking to make sure she did not forget anything. “What about you? Everything ready? I hope you did not forget to let the lady know we are leaving – it would be rather rude to not inform her.”
"A dagger, and some arrows would be nice. Ah, but I don't think I have enough to pay for them." Allune sighed, though she was glad the silver weapons "might" work against them. Though it was just stories, it was still better than nothing...
“I’m not much of a drinker.” Pulling herself up, she was a little baffled at the shift in his attitude. More surprised by the fact she would actually make conversation with him. Or that she would properly look at him, taking in his form. Made even worse by the fact she could actually admire it went she looked. For all the wrong reasons. It wasn’t because of some kind of attractive quality in him. It was hard to understand...but she could feel her arousal peak up again purely because she still thought he was a disgusting monster. She could feel her body’s reaction to having been ravaged in such a degrading way and there was still excitement lingering in her as she coaxed her head curiously, appraising him in a different and confused light. “...and I think I’m still feeling that stuff from earlier...how long is that supposed to last?”
