"Depends." The big guy crosses his arms. "We're being paid good money to stand here, but it's boring as hell. If you outbid the guy who hired us, maybe we wouldn't have to stand here any longer. What do you have to offer?"
"Mm. Yeah, actually, Helga-chan asked me if I wanted to make Laura-chan into a mistress." Mori replied, trying to spark the milf's competitive side. "I accepted of course." He nods, leaving it at that, and still lying about her not being part of his future harem. Seeing her spread her legs, his hand continues on upwards toward her crotch. His fingers teasing her cunt, before dipping down towards her ass, trying to get a feel of the plug she was wearing.
'I don't think we stand a chance against him!' Luke shouted. Luke looked around the chamber, if he could find an exit that led further in, preferably one that would be too small for the Minotaur. If he couldn't spot one or the Minotaur was in the way, Luke activated his staff and moved in to fight the hulking beast.
"ANYTHING!!!" Kelly cried without thinking. There was no price she was not willing to pay for her husband. "I'll do anything to be with him again!"
Spoiler: Manipulation Roll D100: 89+10 (Silver Tongue)=99 (Crit) "Laura? A mistress?" She seems outraged, but not for the reason she should be. "Laura's a brat - she eats men up and spits them out without caring about their pleasure." She crosses her arms, pushing her tits up. "And she's not close to being a busty as me! What's Laura got that I don't?" She snarls, before moaning softly as Mori finds the plug.
Spoiler: D100: Awareness Roll :67+10 Luke finds a small passage, ducking inside. The two paramilitaries seem torn between trying to get revenge, and saving their skin, but they eventually join the young man, firing off some shots as they move, that hit the minotaur, but don't make it far through the tough flesh. Still, the incentive is enough to make it back off, since it can't follow in the tight space.
Mori grins seeing how competitive she was, Wonder if the daughter's also like this. He thought to himself, as he listened to Eloise rant. "Well, I diiid try asking Helga-chan what she thought of you. But see, she said you were married. And that I wouldn't even be your type." He said, continuing his lie. Licking his lips as he found the plug. "Good girl." He hummed, trying to make plans on where to fuck her. Mori looks around the plane, trying to gauge how often people used the bathroom.
'Are you hurt? I'm sorry about your friends... we'll have to do something about that thing on the way back,' Luke said, 'Let's keep moving and keep your eyes peeled for traps... and witches.' Luke continued down the narrow passage.
"I want you..." Vasha leans forward, lips touching Kelly's lightly in a kiss that fills the married woman with dopamine, "To stop pretending to be something you're not. You're a vixen, a walking avatar of lust, and that's a good thing. There's no telling how high you might rise if you embrace your true self." She touches Kelly's cheek once more, before moving away. "Keep heading for the city. I'll see you there, sweetling, and we'll free your husband." Vasha smiles, and then leaves, the tent seeming colder and lonelier once she's gone. Kelly's not sure how long she stands, lost in thought, but she's eventually interrupted by a smack on her ass. Turning, she sees that time resumed whole she wasn't paying attention, and Michael is grinning at her. "Looks like you had a very 'restful night' without me." He chuckles, referencing what she said when she refused to take his tent. "Come on, get cleaned up, and get your clothes back on. We're heading out." He hands her some hot towels to clean her body.
Kelly said nothing to Michael, she was too distracted by what Vasha had requested. Instead she took the towels and set about cleaning herself up. The warm towels felt good against her exhausted flesh and she took a little more time than she should have. Her mind raced with the request of the mysterious woman. What she was doing with Michael and his men... that was to find Max. Once she had, the two would go home and she'd never have to see Michael and his goons again. Once they were home, she'd be the faithful wife and she'd never speak or think or do anything like this again. But there was a part of her that wanted that to be a lie. There was a part of her that wanted to keep doing what she'd been doing, needed to keep doing it. And not just with Michael and his men. How many more men were out there? How many more big, hard, thick cocks should be able to split her married pussy wide? How many should get to blow their potent loads inside her fertile womb? "All. Of. Them." a troubling thought echoed in her mind. Kelly vigorously shook her head. "No." she denied. "I-I can't do that. Max would leave me. Max can't leave me!" A stray thought of an open marriage occurred to her, and immediately Kelly got upset with herself. The thought of Max with another woman!? "NO!" It took her several minutes to calm down and she readjusted her clothes to make herself look 'presentable'. Kelly wouldn't tolerate Max being with another woman, and the more she thought about it, the more she was beginning to realize she would need to sleep around. "Oh God Max... I'm so, so sorry." Kelly brought her wedding ring to her lips and kissed it. "I love you..." she whispered. After another minute, Kelly collected herself and shoved her tumultuous thoughts aside. First things first, she had to find Max. Resolved, she moved to join Michael and his thugs.
"Hey, stay with us!" Natasha order Samva as she follows him inside the temple. Some weird feeling followed her, as she and her squad enter the temple.
"What would Helga know?" The American snaps irritably. Looking at the toilet, Mori notes that a few people were going preemptively at the start of the flight, but now that things have settled down, it's empty, and will probably stay empty until the passenger have had refreshments.
The passage quickly opens up, and the three of them step into a large, circular chamber, illuminated from below somehow. On the ceiling, he sees a huge map of the world, impossibly accurate for something so ancient. He doesn't have long to study it, though, as the floor gives way beneath him. With a start, as he descends into the blue light, Luke realises that he's about to meet the father... And then he's knocked by a strong gust of wind into a small alcove hewn into the rock. Instead of falling, he's now sliding, tumbling down a long tubular passage. Finally, he sees stone below him, and tumbles hard onto a floor. Groaning from the pain of the impact, the inquisitor manages to raise his head and look around. He realises he's in a well decorated bedchamber, far from delapitated like the rest of the palace. Indeed, the feel of this place is different, like...like it's not even part of the palace. There's a scent in the air...sweet...tangy... that refreshes his body and is inexplicably one of the greatest things he's ever smelled. "I hope the landing wasn't too rough. I figured you were a bit too young to die, so I decided to snatch you up while you were falling." A female voice sounds from behind him, and good God if it isn't a pleasant one... Turning, he sees a beautiful woman sitting on a couch, looking at him. "So, a man of God, eh?" She chuckles a delightful little chuckle. "It's been a while." Her eyes fix on his, and Luke suddenly feels like there's no secret he holds that she doesn't know.
"Well, she's friends with Laura-chan, and you're her prim and proper sensei. So I'd wager she was just careful, aftet all, you might go and report her to her father." He grins. "Alright. So how about we get this show on the road?" Mori hummed, "Go wait for me in the bathroom. I'll join you in five minutes, so they don't suspect anything."
"You seem troubled." Michael looks at her, as the convoy rumbles its way through the desert valley. The car abrubtly stops, however, as their destination comes into sight. A huge stone gate looms over them amidst the canyon walls, already open. She's here... She's reached the City of Set, that gate the only thing left between her and her husband. There's another sight that interests Michael, though. "Shit... We're not the first ones here." He pulls out his pistol and cocks it. Looking out the window, she spots a sandbag emplacement, torn open and burned. Next to it, she's shocked to see dead bodies. Fresh dead bodies, in military gear. The five bodies lie on the ground, shot and torn asunder with explosives. Then, Kelly hears gunfire. The sand ripples as rounds slam into the ground in front of the cars. "Ambush! Shit!" Michael radios his men. Looking up, Kelly can see figures atop the canyon walls, pointing guns at their convoy. In between the great doors of the city entrance, a robed man steps out, unarmed. "You wish to enter the city?" He shouts in accented but perfect English. "Send one of your number to talk - unarmed." Michael looks to Kelly. "You go talk to 'em. We'll cover you."
Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100: 32 (Fail) Samva doesn't listen, throwing open the doors and entering the temple. Natasha's blinded for a moment by golden light, and when she recovers, she sees that the researcher has kept walking, heading further in to the temple like a man posessed.
Eloise grunts in irritation, but nods. He finds her in the cramped toilet, waiting for him. Between his fat gut, and her huge tits, they're pressed pretty much together in the tight space.
"Well, It is not it is first time when I do this." She to hersellf and follow researcher, with rest of her crew. Damit magic, why everything must be so weird with magic? If Samva didn't react to words, it mean it must actions spoke to him. Natasha grab him in technic of judo what let her hold his neck and wounded arm, to stop him by pain.
"Lovely. The first time I cheat on my fiancee is in an airplane toilet." Mori chuckles, doing his best to turn Eloise around. He hurriedly reaches for her butt plug, slowly pulling it out as he uses his cock to rub her pussy, doubling as lubrication for her imminent anal fucking.
"Hmm..." Beatrice hummed, knowing exactly what they had in mind... She would have sighted... "What would you have in mind?" She asked. "I'm not exactly rich..." All of her finances were controlled by the cult, but she did have some cash she was allowed to use. Punks weren't probably even paid that well.
