The place wouldn't be easy to find if you didn't already have an idea. Through the twisting and winding paths of the trees, it would be hard to navigate and enough and since the lower half of the village was mostly water, any pathways that weren't by a bridge made it dangerously easy to get swept up in the current. It was one of the reasons that parents made a point of telling their kids to never go near Beijon's dwelling. One of. Regardless, Yuuto and Diana were at least big enough not fear accidentally slipping or falling off the stepping stone pathway to the mouth of the cave. Though, if it was dark at night or raining, then the path became pretty much impassable even for adults. It was another reason people avoided coming here if they could help it. "You think he could just sell some of these crystals and afford an actual bed and stuff." Diana made her comment as she looked into the direction of what was a very tightly cramped scholarly nook. It had a simple straw bed for sleeping. Not that it mattered. A neatly assorted bookshelf, a basic wooden table and chairs. A candle burning for some reading light. Everything a scholar needed, but it was from an impressive life. And as if in response, Yuuto could hear the deep laughter echo throughout the cave as he felt the chill against his skin that forced him to look to the right to see the hermit. "The crystals are a natural part of the cave's beauty. They must remain. FOREVER." His voice that came in the form of rapid hushed whispers like the wind he floated so seamlessly on. While his face was indistinguishable save for his two glowing eyes, they locked onto Yuuto. "You brought the girl. Yeeeeees. Good. She is your friend. Stay VERY close." Coming closer the aura of his body peeking through the robes that seemed to be entirely composed of a smoking shadow covered by tattered robes, it wasn't anything different than before. Despite his apparently plans for the day, he was more or less acting just like his typical old self. "Yuuuuttoo. You might not think it, but I don't have many friends. Everything fades. Your friendship fading away would be very wrong. Yes."
After a few moments, he turns back to face Mogmak, now holding iron cuffs. Seeing the buff woman go so easily along with is plans, amused him. "I knew a big bitch like you would be just a submissive whore. Put these on." Slightly lowering himself, he began securing the first cuff to Mogamak's arms, the cold iron pressing against her green skin, with the shopkeeper now looking at her with perverse interest. "I guess you're still a troll, aren't you? You need someone to give you cock." The human's fingers came under her chin, forcing her to look upwards at him. "Do you just spend your days trying to get anybody to fuck you?"
She suppresses a grin as he puts on the cuffs. She can break him without using her arms, and the more helpless he thinks she is, the more vulnerable he will be. Mogmak lets out a moan, playing the role of a submissive slut. "I have to be fucked by someone worthy. Mmmh!" He sees her biting her lip.
Goobriella was already in the process of retying the waterskin when she heard the noise. The knot sat loosly but would be enough to hold so long as she didn't do anything too vigorous, like fighting for your life, so reached for her longsword again. She rose, holding the weapon with two hands before her in a practiced stance. The sound of metal was particularly worrying. "Goobriella, Slime Knight." She said, introducing herself to whatever was in the underbrush. "If this is your lake, then I'll happily share some of my rations as a fair trade. We could even have a little picnic together and become friends over a shared meal." Always important to be polite, and she wouldn't say no to new friends. This didn't seem one of those occasions however, but talking didn't hurt anybody and did give her time to prepare casting Slimewall. "Slimewall!" A wave of slime shot out from the open parts of her armor, covering her in her entirety. It started to harden, the viscious and reflective goo becoming solid and dull. It would protect her from one attack or attempt to inflict something like poison before crumbling away.
“I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already moaning like a whore. You’d let anything fuck you.” Securing the first chain, he allowed the second one to secure, locking her wrists together, as he roughly pulled open her bra. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t strong, but his crass movements were rough and the way he cupped up one of her breasts was without any consideration for her pleasure, as his other hand went to letting his average sized human cock fly free, right against the orcish woman”/ face. She could see and feel the veins of the shaft pulse with excitement as he let it rest on her face, slightly tasting it on her lips as he gripped her hair roughly. “But I’ll give you my cock, hows that sound?”
"Yes, sir, please, let me pleasure you!" Her tongue licks his cockhead. You know, this submissive stuff is actually kinda fun. Might try it out when I'm screwing someone who isn't an idiot. She gives the human an awestruck look, as she waits for him to make himself entirely helpless. "Please give this troll whore your magnificent cock!" That's right, dumbass. Just a little bit more...
Yuuto gave Beijon an easy smile, though unconsciously taking a step closer to Diana at his words about her. He was a bit of a strange friend and one who he could never fully read... but that was actually a good thing in his book, since it meant their relationship certainly didn't get boring. (And given his own limitations, it would be a little hypocritical of him to dock someone for not always being able to be fully transparent with their intentions.) He would not have had the heart to say that it was not a surprise that Beijon did not have much in the way of friends, if he had been able to. Something in his words about friendship though, sounded very sad to Yuuto and he reached out a hand to lightly pat him on his robed shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile that no, he was not going anywhere just yet.
There's no response, and while her barrier stands strong, it turns out to not be necessary with whatever the source of the light was moving further away into the woods, the orange glow become smaller and smaller as it got more distance away.
She barely has time to get more than a lick, before he roughly grips the back of her head and slides the cockhead past her lips and into her mouth, pounding with a full force that didn't give the troll anytime to get used to it or ready for how rough he was being. "Just an overgrown cocksleeve!" His humping lead to Mogmak falling back onto the floor with a hard thud, but that not stopping him from continuing to pound away at her mouth while now sitting on top of her, holding her head up as he sneered at her contemptuously. "Be grateful for my cock, orc-whore!"
"Ah, don't run away!" Pleading with the fading source of light, but it didn't seem to be of any use. She waved and shook her body vigorously, causing the hardened slime to crack and fall away, and stepped out of the last of blue goo shoes with her shoulders slumped in defeat. The fact that it ran hopefully meant it didn't have any ill will. Goobriella could try chasing after it - the Count had given her instructions on how to find Leviathys if she got off the road - but that would mean imposing herself on the light. Maybe it was just shy, and a knight holding a sword was a pretty imposing sight. She puffed out her chest, liking that flattering observation about herself. Although it was bad too, she noted, if good monsters and people also ran away from her. It was something the slime knight had too think about some more. Regardless, it was gone now. Perhaps they'd meet again on her journey back, she could apologize then if they met again. She started to make her way back to the road, her footing more confident as she walked over the soft ground. Count Woof was waiting for his update from Miss Cross. All she could do was continue on the road, keeping an eye out for the orange light.
She's not exactly having fun, but Mogmak has been throat fucked by much bigger creatures than some puny human, so she's able to quite easily take him. She uses her tongue to lash around his length and increase his pleasure, keeping him distracted, all while she lifts up her lower body. She lifts her legs into the air, and slips them under the chain of the handcuffs. Hands in front of her now, she readies herself. When he finally cums into her mouth, she brings both fists crashing into his balls, hard enough to render his voice a mere squeak. She then throws him off of her, standing and slamming a foot into his sternum, driving away any breath he could have mustered to call for help. "Who's the cocksleeve now?" She grins.
The wraith's expression wasn't the easiest thing to get a look at to know what exactly he was feeling. Still the chosen hero could feel the cold grasp of something alien and tendril like from the blackness that touched his hand. "Yes...when you're gone...how sad it will be." "Do you just not hear that or...?" Diana could only stare at Yuuto's mentor with disbelief. "I hear nothing. Perhaps it's all in youuuur head." "Um...right." Much like Yuuto, though despite having the ability to say something to him she seemed unwilling to point out the first of the obvious issues with the phantom's desire for companionship. "Time is fleeting...so delicate. Fragile. It is weak. But you..." Staring at Yuuto, the tone didn't sound any friendlier come from the eldritch being's voice. "You are selected. Slaying Estark is a fools errand for many. Not for you. You were meant to be prepared more. To train and be ready, but now, that luxury no longer exists. So we must make this the last day....this would be a problem for anyone else. But not for you, I'm sure. You are VERY UNIQUE, after all. It's no trivial matter, naturally. Just as I intended to destroy Psaro and be a hero, you must do the same. But for you, fates can intertwine differently. Imagine how tragic it was. A man setting out to slay the beast and be hailed a hero only for his body to be flayed and devoured alive. Consumed. Only a specter remaining...and you are tasked with doing battle with a greater foe than I ever faced....how troublesome. But against all odds, you must succeed. You're the only one who can. Do you understand?"
Yuuto frowned in a sympathetic looking way. He had always known his spectral friend had more to his story than he'd told before. How could he not given his current state? And it was true SOMETHING in the air had changed. A feeling that some unseen countdown had started with no way to tell when exactly it would hit zero. He briefly looked over at Diana, a part of him wishing he could ignore that countdown to stay with those he had grown so fond of, but Beijon was right. If this really was his duty, his destiny, to be the one to stop Estark from consuming the world than he could not let it be. And he would not even being doing it for the sake of the entire world. He knew the world was important of course, but the only people, the only place, he could never allow to be consumed were these people and this town. He knew, as much as the realization scared him a little, he would gladly sacrifice his very body and soul for that. All those those feelings, all that determination, was something he could only convey in a firm, grim-faced nod.
Turning around, it takes bit of time, but she manages to discern where she was going originally since she didn't get too sidetracked and continues along the pathway. Eventually the forest starts to lighten up in color, more natural sunlight, at the trade off of the plants seemingly unusually overgrown. The journey takes a good while along, until she finally makes it past the clearing and finds the road around a cliff like area. Down below, she can see what looks like a river, buildings floating by planks, or built into the trees above the area. It's easy to make the assumption that's probably where she needs to go, but there's no safe way down, and climbing down means a risk of getting swept up in the river current if she fell. Slimes usually don't need to worry about balance, but wet rock could make that a problem. The safer way is to follow the road side that eventually winds around to a village some distance away, though it does mean delaying her journey more.
He groans for a moment, as he unloads violently in her mouth, having a surprising amount for a tiny human that almost can't be swallowed. He doesn't have any time to relax however, before doubling over at the sudden shock of pain, finding himself on the floor. He attempts to push her foot off of his chest, but can't overpower her, leaving him to flail helplessly with what energy he could. "B...itch." It took all his effort to say anything, but that was all he could muster.
Mogmak grins, wiping her mouth and flicking some of his come back onto his body. "Sounds like someone hasn't had enough." She slams her foot down on his sternum again. Afterwards, she ruffles up her appearance a little and opens a window, before running down the stairs, still stark naked, in an apparent panic. "Come on, Come on! S-Someone came in through the window! They hurt your boss, please, help!" She shouts frantically to the guards, before rushing back up the stairs. She takes cover behind the door, and waits with her club in hand. When they come up the stairs and investigate the beaten up merchant and the open window, she strikes. She uses her Weird Whacker attack in an attempt to leave the group confused.
"Goo pretty." Amazed by the ingenuity in the construction of the village, her eyes grew wide. She watches the glittering water of the river a few moments longer before she decides to continue down the roadside path. The Count wanted to make sure that Miss Cross was safe, and it certainly looked very peaceful and tranquil so far. Probably meant there wasn't any need to hurry. Goobriella first made sure her helmet was fastened securely before continuing to check the rest of her outfit, pulling at her gloves to ensure they sat firm. Didn't want to scare people by having them thinking a dangerous monster was approaching. Just a wandering knight that looked a little ragged, and in no way could be mistaken for a common vagabond or bandit that had gotten their grubby hand on some plated armor pieces. It was easier to explain things after she had made her introductions and convinced people she wasn't out to drain them of their bodily fluids. Well, maybe some of them. Milk was quite tasty and she knew humans produced it too. It was certainly something she wanted to try at some point to see if it was different from a cow's, or goat's. Then there was that stuff that came out of their sex organs, cum. Had been pretty difficult to learn to mimic the function and form of both a penis and a vagina, but she had had good teachers who had enjoyed her careful examination so it was a win-win for everyone involved. She had felt good too... Underneath her helmet, the Slime Knight blushed a deep blue as she grew excited from the memories. Those parts always felt more sensitive than the rest of her for some reason. A slight shudder rippled through her gooey body.
"Goooood." The wraith's face was still impossible to see, though Yuuto could swear just for second his eyes looked almost sad. "I'm so...proud. You take the role of my successor. I'm so..happy." His voice didn't fluctuate at all to indicate any change of emotion beyond the typical dark whispers, but he moved to hover the faint etchings of a magic circle inscribed in the ground. "It's too soon for you to be fighting Estark, but you are meant to. This will make up for the lack of training. It must. But...there is one final thing, you must do." Stretching out his robe hand to offer it towards, Yuuto, the magic circle began to glow. "Now...come." "So this is a big secret, huh?" Diana looked a little disappointed at not getting to see what would happen, and Beijon gave a slight nod as confirmation. "A test means nothing if you're being helped." Giving his reasons, Diana reluctantly nodded with understanding, starting at Yuuto. "Well, I'll be here when you get back from...whatever it is. We still got more stuff to do before you go. I'll be mad if you just run off after this whole thing."
The thugs barged in through the door, most of their conversation a combination of swears and curse words. Maybe it was just the natural impression a troll's voice gave off, but they didn't sound like they were buying it. "What? Bullsh- Thanks to the size of the troll's weapon, it's able to sweep through such tight space and hit two of them directly on the head, leaving them standing there dazed. One seems to remain standing upright, but his body swaying with semi consciousness while the sudden blow nearly makes the other one fall and left scrambling for his weapon to respond in time.
