"Damn you, unholy bastard! I may be restrained, but, ugh, I will never relent to you!" The spectre groans, and like her descendant, her voice begins to echo less and become more human, her cold ethereal flesh becoming corporeal and starting to heat up. For all her bluster, though, she has no way to keep his cock away from her.
Eran marvels at the statue, which is made of painted marble cut to resemble his goddess, the fine features looking almost completely lifelike, the eyes seeming to follow him with a mischievous glint.
At a small rectangular guardhouse by the gate, illuminated by the orange glow of a candle, Delphi finds a bald human in leather armor sitting down, looking with interest at a piece of paper which he hurriedly tucks away as he sees the pair of them coming. "Oi, what you - oh, professor. Uh, how can I help?" He asks.
"I can do what I want, bitch." The pirate isn't at all dissuaded by her trying to move his hands. Instead, one of his calloused paws goes between her legs, teasing her entrance - movements rough but disturbingly skillful. "I been at sea for a while, without a single fuckin' bitch on board. Now my balls are full to overflowin' and I got me a nice elven whore to empty them into." He chuckles crassly, before his brows raise. "Huh?" As he grasps her wrist holding the whistle, he leans in to examine it. If Eliza plans to use it, she has mere moments before he recognises what it is and takes it away.
Eran had to remind himself that he was looking at a statue, not the goddess herself. Even so it took significant effort not to get hard just from the sight alone. Whoever made that statue knew what they were doing. Despite his best efforts he was semi-erect by the time his wait was over.Eran marvels at the statue, which is made of painted marble cut to resemble his goddess, the fine features looking almost completely lifelike, the eyes seeming to follow him with a mischievous glint.
When Emara finishes her prayers, she turns to face him, showing that she's wearing even less than before.
"Forgive me, young one. I didn't mean to waste your time, but it's important not to neglect the goddess." She smiles. "Please, come and tell me what you have found - would you like some tea?
"I see. Anything clues you can give me on this person's identity?" The guard asks.
"Somehow, I imagine you'd like both." Emara chuckles knowingly, leading him into the smaller chamber where he met her before. She picks up an ornate kettle, lighting a fire beneath it. "You needn't feel ashamed - if our Lady didn't want to be admired, sh would have chosen a different guise." Her voice is soft, motherly and forgiving. "Begin with what help you need - our Lady commands that e should always be ready to help others."
“Well...” Eran skipped the part of how he had gotten inside and explained what he had found in the lady's room: the succubus, the piece of paper, and the Summoning Ring. He then produced the piece of paper and showed it to Emara. “Do you know what this might mean? It seemed important due to how it was protected. Also, anything I need to know about Calixto's Emporium?“ Focused on his task, he was able to ignore his erection – for now, at least.
The Direboar gives a low, aggressive snort, stalking towards her at a slow walk, its red eyes focused on hers. She sees it stamping its feet against the dirt.
