Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 22 The troll is as slow and lumbering as she expected. The women, however, are not. The two buxom beauties dart forward, grabbing Kelly by the arms, their grip surprisingly strong. They force Kelly to her knees, as the creature approaches, cock pointed right in her face, scent impossibly strong and masculine.
Natasha run after him, to use her power of humility and her athletic skills. As she reach him, she will swing her sword to cut off his leg.
"I know where it is, yes." She nods. "I wanted to come here, though, for more information about the city, and my foe. All I've gathered bodes poorly. It's dangerous there, more than you've ever experienced before. I'm not sure you're well enough equipped." She sighs, and puts a hand on his shoulder. "There's a way I can help you, sweetling, but it involves magic. Specifically, giving you the ability to do magic."
Kelly struggled briefly against the women but felt her strength sapped at the approach of the monster. His cock was thick, weighty, and big. While the minotaur's dick had looked strained and urgent, this one while still hard was more lackadaisical and bloated. Still, its sheer size transfixed her gaze, and she found her mouth open partly as she breathed out. His scent was musky and repellent, but somehow it turned her on. She found her pussy moisten, and she licked her lips as the fat member came closer towards her. She breathed deeper, partly to catch her breath and partly in arousal, which caused her top to strain against her breasts. She felt butterflies in her stomach as the troll stopped in front of her.
'I can imagine, if there are more creatures like that Minotaur I'd be mince meat,' Luke gulped, 'Magic... you can just give that to me? I'm not sure... that sounds awfully like witchcraft, but... it might be necessary to stop a greater disaster.' 'How could you even do that?' Luke asked, despite his reservations, he looked excited about the possibility, 'What powers would I gain?'
“This sounds more and more exciting... Suppose I am found worthy and given power. How do I get back? Or will I find that out in the temple?” Miriam waited for Taia to answer before moving on. “Alright, so what is the ritual? What do I need to do?”
Seeing a door to the balcony, Mori grins, "Put on your blouse, and only your blouse." He ordered, licking his lips as she scowled. Once Eloise has her too back on, he tugs on her leash. "Now, crawl." He issued another demeaning order, leading the milf to the balcony. He figured it should have a railing that would cover Eloise's lower body.
Internally he curses not being able to make Layla the submissive in their relationship but does concede that is certainly better than the alternative of his own submission or, even worse, being burned to ash. Still, he was not without options and any harm her friends might be able to do to him would not be coming on her orders at least and he suspected most of them lacked any initiative for that kind of self-promotion to take action on their own. That was the thing about cults, very few members were ever encouraged to do more than follow orders. But since they were equal partners now, he felt comfortable asking, "Before we do anything else, mind disabling that little trap of yours? Seems unnecessary now, especially since this seems more a situation to... celebrate our new partnership."
"Yh!" Beatrice grunted as she fell on her knees. She then grabbed the two young men's dicks into her hands and started jerking them, while blowing the third one with her mouth.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 93 (Crit) Speed enhanced, Natasha manages to catch up to the running gangster. Her sword slashes through bone and muscle, and the man goes down, screaming in pain. As she recovers, though, Natasha realises that she no longer knows where Max is - she got lost among the shelves. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The two women loosen their grip on Kelly, moving their hands to stroke and caress the married woman's body. They begin to speak, the words in a tongue unknown to Kelly, but the meaning plain enough - promises of pleasure in exchange for obedience to the dumb beast currently approaching. Said beast pokes its cock in Kelly's face impatiently, clearly not used to waiting to be pleasured. As precum is wiped on her lip, Kelly hears a steady clack, clack, clack, as she sees Vasha approach from behind the troll. "My, my, sweetling." She smiles kindly. "Seems like you're in a bit of a bind."
"There's a certain ritual I could perform, to send you back to my time. You'd be able to gain power there. As for what the powers would be, that depends on you, your choices and what the gods decide to give you." She pats his thigh through the sheet.
"There's a gateway in the temple, that can only be activated by sorcerers." Taia explains. "The ritual isn't complex. There's a few ingredients I need to get, but I should be able to do that with a quick shopping trip. I assume your bazaars aren't too different from the ones in my time. They should still sell fruit, right?" She shrugs. "After that, you need to just lie back, as I send you back. Oh, and it's not mandatory, but nakedness shows humility before the gods. It might help if you had no clothes on when we send you back."
"I suppose there's no reason not too." She chants in a language Dylan is aware of, but doesn't speak, and a glow he didn't notice from the salt dims to nothing. "Now, how were you planning to celebrate?" She smirks.
'I, uh, I couldn't...' Luke gulped, 'Accepting gifts from your gods... that would we blasphemous. It'd be like making a deal with the devil.'
The leader grabs her by the head, roughly fucking her throat with abandon, not caring about whether she can take it, or how long she can stay conscious without air, as the lackies moan at her touch.
Vasha's stunning features are betrayed by a frown, and ridiculously Luke realises that he's worried that he's offended her, noting that despite his free will, his emotions are all over the place when it comes to her. "A deal with the devil? And I suppose that I, as a priestess of one of those very same gods, would be demonic? Is that what you think of me, Luke? That I'm demonic? Evil?"
"Stand up, and lean against the railing. Hehe, I let you wear your shirt. But if they manage to see your bottom, they'll see how wet you are." He whispered, as he stands beside her. Looking out on the street, as he starts fiddling with the milf's butt plug.
'I didn't mean it like that, Vasha! You're not the devil... and I owe you my life,' Luke tried to explain, 'Just... that power doesn't come from God, and if the Lord hasn't seen fit to bestow such powers upon me, I probably shouldn't have them. The Almighty gave Moses power and magic to lead his people out of Egypt, so He could if He wanted to.'
