Adventurer's Guild 4/12/2025
"I...Okay, yeah..." He blushes hard. "I mean, there's all these rumours that she... You know..." He scratches his head. "I figured what's the harm in just looking a little?"
"Rumours, huh?" The music teacher's glare could cut.
"Yeah, I mean..." He looks at Delphi. "I mean, you two weren't together just then to talk musical theory, right?"
"Of course. Healing is not only physical process, but a mental one. Relaxation is crucial." The priestess smiles. "Sarai?" She calls out, and a young elf rushes into the room., brimming with nervous energy. "Yes, your excellency?" She asks.
"Bring our dear guest to the Spring of Solace." Emara orders, and Sarai nods. "Please, follow me, brother." She turns on a dime, leading him out the back of the temple, through the vibrant gardens, the failing sun illuminating long flowers and grasses of many colours. A small staircase leads downwards, deeper into the gardens, where the plant life offers shade, and the air begins to grow hot, dampness beginning to stick to Eran's clothes and skin. He finds himself standing above a hot spring, looking down at two women who are less than bashful.
"The mistress asks that this man be allowed to use the hallowed springs." Sarai says to the women currently using the water.
"Ahem. We're about done, anyway." The darker skinned elf says dismissively, only to real back as the blonde splashes her.
"Not even close." The blonde giggles. "Please join us, friend. Sarai will have your clothes cleaned."
"H-Hngh... Not someone like, ooh, you..." She rolls her head back, unable to prevent a cry of pleasure from escaping her lips, as his fingers begin to explore her, quickly becoming coated in a layer of dew. "You bastard... How dare you do this to your better..." She moans, glaring daggers up at him in the pale moonlight coming from the window.
Claudia swears softly as she feels her boot collide with a chunk of old elven masonry, sending it flying through the doorway in a cloud of ancient rock chips and thick dust, clattering with a bang against the opposite wall with a sound that feels like it could have been launched from a trebuchet. As she goes to attack, she sees the shape of the man through the doorway. He ducks low beneath her blade, which clatters against the wall, drawing sparks. He stays low, shoving his way into her. He doesn't have a weapon in his hands, but his hands grip tightly onto her thighs and he uses his grip and momentum to push her forward.
Claudia feels herself roll back on the balls of her feet, and then lose her footing entirely. She tips over, smacking down onto the cold cobblestones beneath. She's canny enough to lean up at the last moment, keeping her skull from a hard impact with the floor that could have knocked her out or smashed it open, but she still feels her breath knocked out of her lungs. The man goes down atop her, shifting quickly. He places himself to her side, knees on either side of her weapon arm, pinning it down, as his hands go for her throat. She looks up at him, a handsome face beneath a scraggly beard and long, unshorn locks, wild eyes gazing with intensity into her own. "Well ain't this a surprise?" He laughs. "Boys! Caught an intruder!" He calls out loudly, not knowing his compatriots are dead by her hand.
"Hngh..." Peng makes a disapproving sound as she moves in, but relents nonetheless. Bending down, she gets out her beast knife - good for taking ingredients though not shaped to be any use in combat - and kneels down to begin cutting at the boar's tusks. She takes one tusk, then the other, having to take care not to cut herself on the edges. As she raises her blade to get to work on the hide, she feels Peng close to her, gripping her body, clearly eager to enjoy his promised side of the bargain.
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M-Mustn't... Can't... Oooh..." The ghost moans as the halfling takes her for his pleasure, cock splitting pussy walls that have become tangible for the first time in so long, and feel as real as any of the women Zendak has taken for his own in the past. Her voice has lost its ghostly echo almost entirely by this point, and if not for the pallid hue of her skin, any observer might see two mortals fucking in the tomb, rather than a living male and a spectral slut. It's not true life, Zendak knows - to actually resurrect someone permanently would take a sorcerer of true skill - and she'll go ethereal again once he's done with her, but for now her ghostly body has made itself corporeal for his pleasure, the lustful mockery of the physical form she might take to attack a mortal. "Ooh, please..." She moans, ectoplasm replaced by real, human womanly dew, dripping down her thighs. "Oh, please give me more..." She cries in the voice of a human woman, high and strained with delight.
