"Hmm is she whore or part of the band? It is hard to say" Claudia think to herself, trying to judge by outfit of the woman. If she is just whore, it means the third men of the group is watching the causeway, taking guard.
"Then I'm glad you're not in charge." The ruffian laughs.
"Ugh, that's right..." The farmer groans as the room fills with the rhythmic noise of flesh smacking against flesh, the older man driving his cock into her again and again. He reaches up, bringing a pudgy palm down on her ass in a hard slap. "Show me how much you Eastern girls like it..." He chuckles.
The two of them move through the city, the redhead willingly tagging along by his side, but still seeming a little uneasy - her steps continuing to be unsteady as she deals with her sickness. The main gate of the city looms ahead - open but guarded. A group of armored men stand either side of the open gate, checking for abnormalities. "Oi... Where be you two goin' so late?" One of the guards calls out as the duo get close. The redhead looks to Cerim - face pale. It appears he should probably do the talking. "Gate's open at night during a time of peace. I'm gonna be needin' your names and the reason for your departure, though." The guard points to a thick log book. Luckily, with his victim going along willingly this time, it shouldn't be hard to fast talk his way out - short of a disaster, he shouldn't seem too suspicious.
The light of dawn is beginning to pierce the sky as Elaine makes it back to the village, watching the local peasantry as they begin to get to the morning's work. The small village has no guild hall, but luckily the local administrator is permitted to handle Guild matters - from his house in town, which happens to be the biggest around. A maid greets her and has her wait several minutes as the administrator is woken and gets ready, before she's sent into a small office, seeing the man.
"You are right... I am wasting time." The strange, spectral beauty smirks, eyes still obscured by her hair. "But after so long trapped in the afterlife, alone but for these fools, I have hungers I must sate before I can truly think clearly." She looks at him. "I had thought to just take you, but perhaps you are different from most of the fools who fancy themselves necromancers? Entertain me, and I will answer any question you wish - though I can't promise I'll keep my temper if you truly do turn out to be half a man where it counts.""Wider, then most people's..." The necromancer said, misting energies dancing between his fingers. She was playing on time. "Narrower, the most cultists." A spell formed on his lips, ready to be cast at moment's of aggression. He was unsure if he could defeat her... But he certainly could bind her to small area and trap her in one place.
He discreetly looked around, seeking for any magics that could-!
There he found it... A sculpture~
Perfect~
He prepared to cast teh spell and bound the countess to sculpture of female.
"You are wasting both our times." Zendar turned his attention fully to countess. "Speak your mind." He demanded, ready to start an action... Should the woman attack or show herself trying to buy more time.
"Ugh, you know how to treat a girl, stranger..." The succubus giggles, in between her moans. "But I think it's you who doesn't know my place. Specifically, to neutralise any intruders who tresspass on my mistress' bedchamber." Eran sees her forked tail rise up, the point razor sharp. "Neutralise, by draining them dry. Don't worry, though - it will be better than any sex you've had in your life. None of my lovers have left this plain without a smile on their face..."
"Oh fuck... Yes...Yes..." Lydia moans, her hips gyrating in little circles, her back pressed against the old wood of the office's wall. Her legs are spread wide, a bead of sweat rolling down her chest as she reaches up to grope her own breasts. "Mmm, sweetheart, I'm going to c-cum..." She groans.
„Damit, no luck for me”. Claudia says to herself, as she didn’t find third member of the band. But at least she knows that last one must be somewhere.
The light of dawn is beginning to pierce the sky as Elaine makes it back to the village, watching the local peasantry as they begin to get to the morning's work. The small village has no guild hall, but luckily the local administrator is permitted to handle Guild matters - from his house in town, which happens to be the biggest around. A maid greets her and has her wait several minutes as the administrator is woken and gets ready, before she's sent into a small office, seeing the man.
"So, you completed the task? Some kind of undead - probably a heretic, I suppose." He shrugs. "Well done. I'll have my servant gather the coin to pay you, and your portal back will be prepared. He opens his drawer, pulling out the orb the guild gives to allow clients to magically contact them. "But say..." He says. "Before we conclude the deal, perhaps you'd be willing to make a little more money?" He looks her up and down.
"You might be more like her when she was younger than you think." Meira said it half jokingly.
