@Mazoku Ayla shivers at the sound of Saphielle's laughter, before her lips press against Saphielle's and their tongues momentarily intertwine. She seems relieved to hear that she'll be able to feel and she lets out a girlish squeak as Saphielle teasingly twists her sensitive nipple. She gasps slightly as she's pushed grunting as she falls into her chair and then swallowing nervously as Saphielle straddles her on the throne. Ayla's eyes drift closed as they kiss, her tongue moving to taste Saphielle's, gently sliding beneath Saphielle's own after a moment, a slight, but significant act of submission. She tries to follow Saphielle as she pulls away, but is held back by Saphielle's hands. When Saphielle asks her question, her eyes flicker open and there's a momentary fire there, "I... I am the Queen of the Dead," she asserts before the fire quickly fades and a gentle blush appears on her face, "But even a queen can be... subordinate to a goddess," she responds looking up at Saphielle her voice barely a whisper as she presses her chest out towards Saphielle and licks her own lips hungrily. @moonblack The dream goddess kept up the assault, her tongue beginning to rapidly dart in before lazily pulling back out running along the roof of Silfiel's sensitive canal as it did so, her finger slipped slowly out of Silfiel and gently prods against the sensitive ring of her ass as if requesting entrance, her other hand moving to tease and rub Silfiel's clit to keep the mood from dipping as she made her lewd request. @Auraicide As she hears Zaria's words she hurries to grab whatever she was attempting to get from the closet. Which appears to be a black silk glove and a patch of purple fabric. She wraps the fabric around her face like a bandana obscuring her face from the eyes down before she puts the glove on, managing to get it on just before the teleportation took effect. They appear in a large grassy plain and it doesn't take long to spot the hulking tower which is indeed there. The tower is indeed as tall and imposing as it was described, though no description could properly do justice to the hulking monstrosity that towered over everything around it. Despite it's imposing size it was somewhat magnificent to behold especially in the sunlight coming down from above. The tower is covered in shimmering white metal panels that reflect the light in rainbow beams, almost rendering the entire tower in blinding colours. The top of the tower far above has a flat roof with some sort of pronged extension sticking out of the front. There are no windows leaving the only exits being any possible entrance on the roof and a front door attached to a set of stairs that are currently set down to the ground, but are obviously capable of being folded against the entrance in order to prevent it from getting in the way while the tower is moving. Sasha seems to be having a bit of difficulty recovering from the sudden transportation, but takes in a deep breath before breathing out, "I wasn't expecting that, but it seems like it worked. Unless you can teleport us inside I guess the only way in is the front door. Hopefully they don't know we're here yet," she says looking up at the tower, a slight tremble reveals her nervousness. @Tjf Inal seems shocked as Sandor moves quick enough to grab her other arm, unfortunately the knife appears to be connected to a system within her sleeve and his attempt to disarm her seems to just squeeze the metal contraption against her wrist causing her to let out a yelp of pain and there's a noise like something snapping as the contraption appears to be damaged by the pressure Sandor exerted. She lets out a few quick breaths as he pulls her to the edge of the alley and chastises her. With her hood removed he can see she has black hair in a ponytail with the tail part of her hair dyed red. Her left eye is an emerald green, but her right eye is covered with a black eye patch. She glares at him and reaches into a pocket of the burlap suit and pulls out a steel crest. Seemingly some kind of official seal or the like, "Damned do gooders... Here take the damn thing," she says and tosses it further into the alleyway, before glaring at him, seemingly intent on being petulant to the very end, "I don't need money. I'm here to give self righteous dicks like you a hard time, that's all," she says giving him a triumphant grin. @GenericEditor168 No one stops the two of them as they enter the mayor's house. The house consists of a front area seemingly designed for business, with a desk, some chairs for people to sit in, a bookshelf with various leather bound books and in a corner of the room a wooden mannequin adorned in old rusted Conquistador style armor and with a cutlass in a scabbard attached to a belt. Past the desk there are two doors and Patricia leads Tlazohuitl to the right door which opens to what seems to be Patricia's room. There's a single bed with pink sheets and a wooden bedframe, a chest of drawers, one of which is slightly open and a pair of pink panties are haphazardly hanging out of the drawer, which Patricia does not seem to notice or comment on. There is also a desk on which various shotgun shells are currently sitting. They've been opened and there's a number of bags on the desk as well seemingly filled with various materials. Patricia takes off her boots and places them along with her shotgun by the door and then hops onto her bed, bouncing slightly before sitting comfortably, her legs hanging off. She suddenly seems a lot younger and more girly than she did earlier. She pats the bed inviting Tlazohuitl to sit as well as she listens to his questions and stares up at the ceiling while thinking, "Well... Aside from Carson there aren't any immediate threats to the village specifically, but I guess the most prominent threats around here in general would be..." she hesitates for a moment as if trying to sort her thoughts, "Well there's a Vampire Lord who's set up somewhere to the south. We, that is the few hunters around, have been trying to pinpoint exactly where, but haven't had much luck so far. There's a werewolf who was a pretty big threat for a while, but a rather famous Hunter from up on the Northern Continent came and dealt with that. She didn't manage to kill him, but he's been pretty quiet since then, um there's rumours of a group of cultists operating out of a cave somewhere and they're assumed to be connected with a number of children who have gone missing... That's pretty much it. I mean there is one other thing, but we're not bothering with that. There's a church fairly nearby and they've said they've got it covered and don't want us getting involved for some reason,"
Tlazohuilt thinks as she speaks, paying a bit of attention to the room but mostly focusing on the woman. Once she's done, he says, "Right... vampire is out of my league. Werewolf appears to have gone quiet, which could mean anything from 'crippled' to 'busy raping the huntress'. And the church... well, they might not have a good reason why we should stay out of it, but they're probably strong enough to keep us out of it. So, cultists. Tell me about them, if you can. Any squid-faced monsters in their religion?"
"Hmm. It's hard to say. If it's reinforced like you say, they might have some kind of external barrier to prevent outside forces from doing that...but they still get in. They only have the one way in...which means only one way to escape for them as well. " Zaria wasn't exactly designed for sneaking around or hiding behind boxes. A pillar of fire was how she said hello. It wasn't just distasteful to avoid running from fighting people who were weaker than her, but also almost incomprehensible by her very nature as an Ifrit. She openly let out something of a yawn, showing her disinterest and disdain to the idea of the guards, but didn't do anything to alert them to their presence as she thought of it. "You just need to take the uniform of one of the guards. I'm going to guess, they still have the natural needs and there's not a lot of places to pee inside the tower. They have to stop at some point for food and the like. Soo..." The dijiin began to burn up again, breaking apart into embers and flame, scattering across the wind, but Sarah could still feel a pair of eyes watching her movements. Zaria didn't really bother explaining a ton of her magic outloud, but she was sure the girl could gather that she wasn't truly invisible. Something like it. All Zaria had done was simply take her physical form and reduce it to the heat and raw element it was. Essentially just heat waves, and all but more or less invisible to a normal person, though Zaria was aware there was still a chance of the magically sensitive reading her presence or even a few kinds of animals, but those were more rare, and she was only really worried about the potential for mages to sense her lingering about even if they couldn't properly see her as mostly just air. Not that it would matter to her. But keeping the human alive was trickier. Even in this state, Zaria still could only move a few feet before realizing how she was still being pulled back to the lamp and needing to wait for the girl to move. Sarah could feel the breath of the desert wind right against her neck, and she'd have to realize it was the genie hovering over her shoulder, the genie's voice coming from every direction at once. "You must wonder, correct? What exactly is it that I can do? Am I really as powerful as I make myself out to be?" Without explaining more, the grains of sand began to kick up. First, only a couple pebbles, but soon followed by more and more with a massive gust of wind coming in, and with it, a cloud of dust and stones that hailed against any unlucky people to be caught outside the tower. She knew that they would be in a rush to get back in to take cover from the incoming sandstorm, but that would throw off their positions and let Sarah sneak up on taking out on of them lagging behind while obscured in the storm. This was all obvious to Zaria, though she didn't really try too hard to explain it, curious if the girl could gather all of this on her own and would just know what to do. It would be good to see how much intuition this girl actually had before Zaria got to guiding her to making more complicated wishes. Zaria had more planned to test her later, and not with things as straight forward as this, but the girl had to first succeed in her mission and Zaria also needed to get a feel for how dependent she was going to be on the dijinn's power. Whatever answer she was looking for, it was possible that was another thing that dijinn didn't even know herself.
"A goddess...?" Pausing, a little surprised, but as the word sinks in her lips twists into a dangerous, predatory grin. One that she's sure that the queen will enjoy. "Good girl." She sinks down on her knees, meeting Ayla's outthrust chest with the desert elf's own, the leather corset of her outfit rubbing against the lich's erect tips. Moving her fingers, calling upon her telekinetic abilities, the straps and knots holding her clothes together start to come undone until only a tug is required to remove most of the top, leaving Saphielle as naked as Ayla. Pressing her fingers to the lich's mouth, forcing her lips apart and pushing several of them inside, deep enough a living woman required to breathe would gag. "Good girl," again repeating the phrase, a reward whenever Ayla followed her goddess' orders or promting, "you really love having my fingers inside of you, don't you, my whore queen? Keep that naughty tongue of yours working to coat my fingers." Her other hand playing with her breasts, teasing them, and roughly rolling her nipples between her fingers until she's had her fun and ends it with a final, deep thrust before pulling her first set out with a gurgling, slick noise. Saphielle leans down, letting a dripping globule of translucent saliva fall into the lich's open mouth, purring as she mouthed the words of Ayla's reward. Her telekineses had continued to undress them, forcing both of the women to intermittently shift as they felt the pieces of clothes and bandages sliding off them until they were naked or near enough that the distinction between dressed or not held no meaning. Whatever lay underneath the bandages, it didn't detract from her beauty and Saphielle told her so. Ayla feels an invisible force start to brush up against her netherlips as Saphielle's attention turns toward her sex, the banshee's smirk widening before it disappears into a moment of concentration. A spectral, blue-glowing chain grows from her open palm, slithering in the air until reaches Ayla's slender neck. Despite the chain's ethereal qualities, it feels real to the lich as the undead binding spell coils lightly around her skin. With the sliver of mana used, Saphielle's will was merely a continually repeating and droning whisper calling for Ayla to Submit to your Goddess. Good Girls submit to their Goddess. Submit to your Goddess... and easily drowned out. "This is what all of your goddess' puppets hear." Voice low and husky as she explains herself while running her saliva-coated fingers to their destination. "It disappointed me when you said you wanted your beautiful soul unaltered." Pulling at the chain, taking the submissive queen beneath her into a hungry and passionate kiss. "Hmm, good girl." Good Girls submit to their Goddess. "Don't worry, I'll leave it intact as I promised because I expect you on all fours as you worship my feet and begging me to take your will away in due time. Slowly, at first, until your thoughts and my commands are indistinguishable. Your entire being is bent to the service of your goddess and freed from any other concern. Doesn't that sound wonderful, Ayla?" Her fingers had joined the telekinetic force in brushing up against her pussy, both working independently to please her. Taking her time before she felt Ayla was wet and ready. The force pried her labia apart, spreading them wide enough that her first finger effortlessly slid in...
For a moment, Inal feels his hands tighten around her wrist, the feeling painful, and her captor's expression darken. "What the hell did you just say?" His voice has gone deeper, and there's a predatory look on his face. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson." He smiles menacingly, and Inal sees his massive hard on poking through his robe, before his expression goes back to normal. "G-Get out of here." He seems shocked and confused at what just happened, before releasing Inal. Leaning against the wall, Sandor wonders what just took hold of him. "Damn it, what's happening to me?" He punches the alley wall hard. Shaking his head, he heads out, looking for the owner of the stolen item.
“Oh... yes... goddess... so good... yes... play with my ass...” Silfiel gasped, trying to relax her back door and let the finger in. “Ah, yes... Luenna... oh... yes... more... play with me more... my goddess...” The elf was getting close and tried hard not to come yet, wanting to enjoy the pleasure she was receiving from her divine lover for as long as possible. “Luenna... my goddess, yes... more... I'm almost there... play with me more... make me cum... Luenna...” she managed to say between moans of pleasure, her arousal growing more and more. It would not be long now, despite her best attempts to delay it.
@GenericEditor168 She listens to him and squirms slightly as he suggests the werewolf might be raping the huntress, but she also shakes her head, "Well I can safely say the huntress in question is fine. She went back to the northern continent afterwards and she's still around, so that's not it, but... I mean there are plenty of other hunters missing so... You could still be right in a sense," she admits looking a bit nervous, "Well as far as I know the cult don't worship any squid-faced monsters, but it's always a possibility. Most often with cults like this it turns out the thing they're worshipping is just some demon or monster that's gotten a big head and declared itself a god. Unfortunately often if the cult is effective enough they can make it powerful enough that it becomes a much bigger threat then it would be normally," she explains and then tilts her head, "So... Wait are you planning to go after these things? I mean that would be very helpful, but... I won't be able to help you while Carson is still a threat to the village... Are you sure?" @Auraicide Surprisingly there actually don't appear to be any guards outside. There's no sign of anyone in the area in fact. The sandstorm Zaria caused however would still prove effective. As it would make anyone who might have been watching be unable to see, "I guess we have no choice but, to enter, with luck we can surprise a guard inside and get their outfit. Hopefully there are female guards or the disguise wouldn't do much good," she says and holds the lamp tight as she hurries through the storm towards the door and stops just in front. "Alternatively," she says stopping with her hand on the door, "I could probably just wish for a disguise or invisibility or something right?" she suggests. @Mazoku Ayla shivers as she sees Saphielle's grin and she blushes happily as Saphielle calls her a good girl and then gasps as Dawn's leather corset scrapes against her sensitive nipples. She gasps slightly as her mouth is forced open and she gags as Saphielle's fingers are pushed into her mouth, she obediently begins to lick and suck on them as they invade her mouth, her eyes rolling back as she submits to Saphielle's desires, a warm feeling spreading through her body as she's verbally rewarded again, and gentle moans begin to escape from her mouth as Saphielle's hand plays with her breast, the malleable flesh squishing delightfully under the pressure of Saphielle's fingers. She makes a choked sound as the fingers thrust in deeper and then follows them out with her tongue as they're withdrawn, tensing as the glob of saliva lands in her mouth and she swallows and shivers with pleasure. Now naked her clean shaven pussy is visible, engorged pink lips glistening with her desire standing out from the rest of the soft pale flesh surrounding them. She nods, "Th... Thank you, my goddess," she says as Saphielle compliments her beauty. She jumps in surprise at the sudden pleasure as she feels something rubbing against her, pressing against her folds and she squirms trying to grind back against it, she gasps as she feels the chain wrap around her neck, a momentary hesitation entering her, as she begins to panic before the pleasurable sensations and the droning voice of her goddess relaxes her once more. She moans loudly in response to the feeling of Saphielle's saliva coated fingers pressing against her sensitive lips. She eagerly kisses back, trying to push her tongue into Saphielle's mouth, "Y... Yes. That sounds... Amazing. I want to be yours," she responds enthusiastically in between moans, and then lets out a cry of pleasure as her labia parted and she felt Saphielle's finger enter her, Saphielle can feel Ayla is surprisingly tight and her finger soon feels a barrier within revealing the young woman's lack of experience. @Tjf Inal gasps in surprise at the sudden pain and seems frightened for a moment by Sandor's sudden intensity. Her fear seems to abate suddenly though as she notices his erection, a grin instead spreading on her face before she's surprised by his shocked expression and his decision to let her go. She hesitates, her eyes moving to his erection before she sniffs, "I'll be sure to make you pay for this," she says before turning and running out of the alley, pulling her hood back on before disappearing out of view. It's not hard to locate the owner as the local police are still scrambling around to find the thief. Sandor is taken to the owner. A two story mansion in the high cost district is the residence of the owner and as Sandor enters he is greeted by a woman with black hair in a bun, brown eyes, a stern expression and wearing a black business suit, "I'm Ms. Zaidi. Mr. Weit is busy. I'll return the stolen item to him. You will be rewarded I promise you that," she says holding out a hand for the item. The inside of the mansion itself is a large entrance hall. Just past Ms. Zaidi there is a large staircase heading up to a second floor, there are doors to the left and right and one straight ahead beneath the stairs. The upstairs area is a balcony overlooking the entrance area with a set of double doors just at the top of the stairs and two doors on the left and right walls as well. @moonblack With permission given the Dream Goddess begins to gently press her wet finger into Silfiel's ass, wiggling it gently around as it pushes deeper into her, as at the same time her tongue presses in deeper as well, remaining inside without pulling back as she tongues every available inch of Silfiel's now soaking wet canal. Her other hand pressed it's thumb tight against Silfiel's clit beginning to vigorously rub and press on it, intent on making the poor elf writhe from an excess of pleasure as she's stimulated on three fronts at once. Outside of the fantasy the sun is slowly dipping down towards the horizon.
“Oh... yes... Luenna... so good... I'm... almost there...” Silfiel moaned, her body writhing in pleasure from all the stimulation. “Goddess... Luenna... MMMM!” The elf barely managed to cover her mouth with her hand and muffle her scream as she climaxed at last, the three-way assault too much for her. Her back lifted from the bed and arched as wave after wave of blissful pleasure washed over her. Finally, after what felt like hours but was only a minute or two, Silfiel lied back down on the bed and relaxed, a satisfied smile on her face. She waited for the goddess to pull out of her holes, then used what little strength she had left to pull her lover on top of her and kiss her passionately, tasting herself on her lover's full lips, the woman's large breasts pressing against the elf's. “That was... incredible... Luenna... thank you...” she gasped before giving her another kiss “next time... I'll return the favor...” she promised as she closed her eyes... ...then gasped and opened them again, now back in Sophie's room, lying on the bed, her fantasy over for the moment. Shit! That was so good and I came so hard I almost fell asleep! It would be so embarrassing if Sophie came back and found me naked in her bed! She though as she sat in the bed and took a few deep breaths. Looking through the window Silfiel noticed that the sun was slowly dipping down towards the horizon. That... seems to have taken longer than I planned... Getting off the bed the elf got dressed, putting on her underwear and her clothes but not her armor, then focused on getting rid of any evidence of what she had been doing. Hopefully I'll be able to get at least some sleep before Sophie comes back... She thought as she worked, feeling tired after her little fantasy.
"If it comes to it, then pretty easily....but as much as I want to help, you'll only get the three. You already need the one to destroy the thing, and if you still want to repair the town, that leaves you with only one left. I'll do it, if that's what you say, but it would be better to think carefully of what you might want to use that last one for, am I wrong?" If Zaria had to, she could probably interfere. She had made sure that Sarah's wish would enable her a lot of wiggle room to do what she wanted. She wondered if Sarah actually got what exactly that means yet, but she'd find out eventually. Still, there were other reasons for her to neglect to bother. Namely, she wanted to see if Sarah actually would kill one of the guards. They were enemies and if she was an assassin it would be relatively easy for her to do, but the dijinn still had to get a proper feel of her emotions and how much she'd hesitate from doing it or if, not at all. "If it keeps you alive, then I can do a lot of things by extension, though...my invisibility is more of by nature of being able to break myself apart. If I tried the same thing with you, it'd be much harder to put you back together. Plus you'll need to survive the heat. The only way that would work....is if you weren't a human yourself." Zaria offhandedly mentioned it, as if just throwing casual suggestions around. "But it might be better to just see what we can do ourselves before we jump to that."
"Thank you." He nods to the woman, and sits quietly, feeling that it's rude to explore without permission, so he waits for the owner to come down, meditating if it takes a while.
"So close to my home, yet I have never found you before." Talking to herself as much as Ayla, feeling the desire rising in herself, breath quickening. "Good girl," stirring her finger inside the lich's narrow passage, exploring to find her sensitive spots, but not pushing deeper, "not yet, however. So much we have to do before then." Tugging at the chain, drawing Ayla's face closer, whispering the threat and promise of what was to come. "Even so, your eagerness deserves a reward." She drives her finger deep inside as her palm rubs up against her pussy, the invisible force finding its home vibrating against Ayla's clit. Saphielle moans loudly, crying together with the queen, as she starts manipulating a second telekinetic spell, mirroring what's happening to Ayla, it's all she could do to hold it in place. "Ah, yes!" An actual tongue flicking against it would've felt better, but this, this was enough for now and let the buzzing fade. Legs quivering and pussy starting to drip onto the throne. She pulls her finger partway out, settling it into something calmer to let Ayla get used to having her hymen broken, the pain and blood that comes with it, and then once that settles, how wonderful what came afterward felt. "Good, nnh, girl." Disappointed she wouldn't have more time training this body, but it was the woman inside who was more important. Tenderly she caresses her lesbian lover's cheek, before again tightening the chain, rising up and pushing out her chest, the erect nipples standing prominent before Ayla's eyes. "Once I'm satisfied with your technique, I'll let you taste my pussy." Saphielle says, looking down at her slave, the glow in her blue eyes flaring up. "You're only allowed to use your mouth to touch your goddess." Playing with the idea of using Earth magic to form a set of restraints to lock her limbs to the throne to drive the lesson home.
He weighs his choices slowly. He'd want someone to back him up, but he didn't want to take on someone... something which he wasn't sure of yet, even with backup. "...I'll take care of the cult. You try and keep Carson from screwing the village any more. Do you have any idea where they're based or who they are?"
@moonblack Luckily Sophie does not return before Silfiel has finished cleaning up, unfortunately, however Sophie does return only a few minutes after Silfiel has settled down to try and actually get some sleep, "I hope you slept well, cause the sun is going down. Whatever is happening to my crops should be happening soon," she says a cheerful lilt to her voice as she is blissfully unaware that she is preventing Silfiel from getting any actual sleep. @Auraicide Sasha listens and nods, "Alright that's fair. Then I guess we'll just need to be careful," she says and opens the door, peeking in quickly before darting her head back just in case there was someone there. When there's no response she peeks back in and then proceeds to open the door the rest of the way and head inside. The entrance way is pretty obviously designed to be a killing floor. It's a simple hallway, with various blocks set up to provide cover for a squad of soldiers to hide behind as they pepper any unfortunate people entering through the front door. Mercifully there don't seem to be any soldiers waiting to ambush the two of you at the moment and Sasha breathes a sigh of relief as she begins to make her way through the hallway, "So, what was your name again, Ms?" she asks idly as she dodges around the various barriers, heading towards a set of stairs at the end of the hallway, leading up further into the tower, "I wanted to ask, I'm not alone in thinking this seems weird, right? No guards outside or any in here? I feel like something is very wrong," she reasons as she stops at the bottom of the stairs and looks up, the stairs head up and then turn as they reach a wall making it impossible to see the top of the stairs from the bottom, "feels like we're walking into some kind of trap. Any suggestions?" she asks. @Tjf The woman takes the object and heads up the stairs leaving you alone in the entrance hall for a bit. She returns a bit later and offers you a roll of cash. It's 200 Uc (Uc is the standard unit of currency for the entire setting in order to simply make things easier and so there isn't a need to actually figure out money for various parts of the setting. ), "I hope this is adequate payment for your time. Mr. Weit would love to speak with you himself, but he is extremely busy at the moment. If you will be staying in town long, however he would love to see you tomorrow in order to show you his gratitude personally," she explains. @Mazoku Ayla shivers, "You live nearby? I'm impressed I didn't notice you until now either," she breathes out weakly before yelping and squirming, grinding her ass into her throne as Saphielle's fingers probe inside of her. She tenses and shivers as she's pulled forward by the chain, the feeling of the chain around her neck seems to visibly excite her and terrify her in equal measure, she lets out a mewling whimper as Saphielle's finger pushes in deeper and she can feel the telekinetic object grinding against her swollen, sensitive clit and she notices after a few seconds Saphielle's own pleasure and she swallows, wishing she could more directly be the cause of that pleasure. The pain had been almost unnoticeable and she was only vaguely aware of her bleeding, both overshadowed by the pleasure of being used by her new mistress and the nature of her undead form, she begins to press her hips forward wanting to feel Saphielle deeper inside of herself again, before she stops, freezing as she feels the chain tighten again and she swallows as Saphielle's nipples are presented to her. She listens to Saphielle's command and nods leaning her head forward and taking Saphielle's left nipple and part of her breast into her mouth sucking gently on the tender flesh as her tongue begins to circle around the nipple, licking at the areola while only allowing, minute teasing touches to the nipple itself, as she looks up to her Mistress from her position hoping to see her Mistress react with pleasure. After about a minute she pulls away releasing the breast with a gentle popping noise before repeating the process on the right breast. @GenericEditor168 She looks concerned, but nods, "Well we don't know the exact location, other than that it was in a cave of some sort, but we do have a pattern of missing children that has allowed us to pinpoint a small area they are likely to be in," she says and gets up moving to her chest of drawers and slips a map off the top of it bringing it over to you. The map is seemingly hand drawn, and is a map of South America. The town of Varcena is marked on the map as are two other towns, Hando and Camza. There are also various other markings. One being a location marked as "The Church under the hill," a forest marked as "The forest of Spirits" the entirety of The Amazon Rainforest is marked as, "Do not enter" another location in what would be Brazil marked simply as "Evil" and there's 3 different locations marked with only a question mark. She points to a location within a small circle. One of four currently on the map, "this is roughly where we think the cave is situated," she explains and then lowers her head, "As far as the cult itself. We know what they call themselves, but that's about it. They call themselves 'The Anointed by Ichor'" she explains.
“Hi, Sophie! Welcome back! Finished working for today?” Silfiel greeted the woman and stifled a yawn. “Honestly, I feel like I have slept for barely five minutes,” she admitted because I was too busy with other things to sleep. “But I wasn't all that tired, so that's fine. I'll get some more sleep tomorrow. Now let's see what's going on with your crops...” The elf put on her armor, double-checked all of her equipment to make sure everything was in order – not that there was a lot to check – and looked at her hostess again. “Good night, Sophie. Hopefully I'll have good news for you tomorrow.” Silfiel said before leaving the house and heading for the crops to begin her night vigil. It's been a while since I had to do this sort of thing. Hopefully things in this world are not that different from the other worlds I have seen... Silfiel thought as she began looking for a spot that would allow her to observe all of Sophie's crops – preferably one that would keep her hidden from view...
Saphielle's breathing grows labored, chest heaving, and disrupting Ayla's careful ministrations. Her nipples ached with anticipation, building each time her slave's tongue circled her areola until it's released in a jolt of electricity when it becomes too much. "Good girl." As mistress she ignores the rule she set for Ayla, running the fingers of her free hand through the woman's blonde hair. "A very good girl." The purr turns into a low moan. Griping the back her head, Saphielle urges Ayla to be more aggressive. Lower down her index finger is joined by the probing middle finger, feeling her fleshy passage become even tighter, letting them sit still until the muscles contracting around them ease their grips. Slick sounds coming from Ayla's pussy as the pair starts moving fills the throne room. Each time pressing a little deeper, a little faster. "Ah, ah, raise your hands. Legs pressed against the throne." Aftershocks from the pleasure inflicted on her breasts still shook Saphielle's body, muscles twitching, futilely biting her lip to keep them under control and focus her attention elsewhere. Ayla had certainly proved herself. "Good girl." Repeating it for each part of the instruction she followed. "Keep them there." Saphielle slips her wet fingers out, teasingly running them over her clit before pressing them against the stone throne and calls on her magic. The worked rock around the queen's wrists and ankles push outwards, forming an arch that locks her limbs in place. There is no lock or a key to release her. She's trapped. All Ayla can do is squirm as something hard, and solid start replacing the fingers she had in her pussy, pushing just past her glistening lips before it stops. The banshee thought the throne now better reflected its whorish occupant. A rough tug of the chain forces Ayla's attention on the rising Saphielle and the dripping pussy coming before her eyes. Saphielle brought the fingers that had played with her slaves pussy up to her face, tasting the abundant juices with a flick of her tongue, humming her approval as she enjoys the salty and metallic tang fully by closing her mouth around them, tongue coiling around the digits as she laps it up. "Hmm," bringing them down again, trailing a wet path down her undulating body, down to her netherlips. "your taste is wonderful, slave." Leaning down, another globule of saliva ready to drip down on her obedient slave's face. If she doesn't open her mouth in time, Saphielle uses her fingers to smear the saliva across her lips and pushing what she can inside her mouth before she spread her lips apart and thrust out her hips so the manacled queen could reach her reward.
"Oh, no. There's at least a sixty percent chance of an ambush or trap." The genie assured with a tone of voice that didn't sound too concerned about it. "Worst case scenario...they were expecting you here. But even if they suspected you having something like divine intervention, it doesn't matter what resources you have. You can't make the best defenses to counter forces when you didn't even know they exist. If they prepared for some kind of magic use like sorcerers, I wouldn't surprised. But even if they had any way of knowing my role in things, they can't possibly know what I'm capable of if nobody is around to document what I can or can't do." Zaria was pretty confident in her evaluation that everything would work out. "...of course, if they have help from something stronger than I am, then that's another story." Knowing exactly how to fill her mortal companion with confidence, they still had to carry on as Zaria began to focus more on her surroundings. She planned to just nuke it immediately, but something else was coming to mind. "If nobody is here to defend it...does that mean it's up for grabs? Maybe not. I'm not the most up to date on current warfare technology, but something this valuable isn't just something they'd let anyone touch. There must be some kind of activation means. Like a magic key or an orb or something to take command of it. They wouldn't trust a grunt with something like that....so the top guy likely has something like that....even if they've prepared for your arrival, they won't risk any traps dangerous enough to destroy the tower, but I'm betting they have some kind of measure to keep it out of the enemy hands as a last resort...got it. I'm willing to bet there's a means for self destruction, if it's neccessary. That might be something."
The monk accepts the money gratefully. While his order aren't meant to search for personal wealth, he's learned that money is n effective method, sometimes the only method, of helping people in such a corrupt world. "You have my thanks, as does your employer." Sandor stands, preparing to leave. "Is there a specific time you'd like me to arrive, so I don't disturb you for longer than necessary?" While Sandor has no particular desire to meet some rich businessman, the goodwill of someone wealthy might prove useful when dealing with the victims of the disaster he heard about in the church.
'Oh, that map is looking great. I'm really glad I got dumped in this world.' He thinks, but forces himself into a slight smile; one that doesn't show his fangs. "Do you have a copy of that map? I want to keep on track when I'm going to find the cultists."
@moonblack Sophie looks apologetic as she watches Silfiel yawn, "Ah I'm sorry to hear that. Was the bed not comfortable or something?" she asks before watching Silfiel put on her armor. The fields are large enough that it's difficult to keep watch of them from any one area, but the house is situated so that it offers a pretty wide view of most of the fields. With the sun set, the fields are immersed in almost complete darkness, only the gentle light of the rising moon illuminates the area. From her vantage point Silfiel waits until after a few hours pass there's a noise. Quiet, almost unnoticeable there's the noise of a blade being drawn from a scabbard. It's coming from one of the larger fields and focusing Silfiel can make out the silhouette of a crouched figure near the edge of the field. @Mazoku Ayla looks almost disappointed when Saphielle eventually pulls away, but her disappointment dissolves as she is praised once again by her mistress and she feels Saphielle's hand running through her hair. Ayla returns to her ministrations with vigor, no longer teasing with her tongue as she takes Saphielle's breast into her mouth and traps her nipple between her teeth biting gently as her tongue attacks the trapped nipple, prodding and licking it as her teeth grind against it, her eyes closing as she focuses on the taste of her Mistress and the feeling of her Mistress' finger pushing deep into her virgin tunnel. She hesitates for only a moment as she receives her new orders and she presses her legs against the throne and lays her arms on the armrests. She shivers as Saphielle's fingers slip out of her and then tease her sensitive, swollen clit. She gasps as the throne changes, trapping her and she feels part of the throne pushing into her, she pants as it stops just inside of her, her eyes opening as she looks down trying to see the object. Her attempt is interrupted by a sudden tug on the chain forcing her attention back on Saphielle as she rises and Ayla's tongue slips out of her mouth hungrily as Saphielle's dripping wet pussy came into view. She swallows Saphielle's saliva as it drips onto her waiting tongue, watching Saphielle taste her juices, making her squirm and press against the stone invading her feeling a wave of pleasure at the knowledge that her mistress enjoys her taste. When finally presented with her target she wasted no time, pressing her face tight against Saphielle's groin as her tongue pressed between her lips and pushing deep inside as her nose pressed ever so slightly against Saphielle's clit, bumping it, seemingly accidentally each time she moved her tongue inside of her mistress. @Auraicide Sasha stands on the stairs listening to Zaria's words and nods, "A self-destruct would be useful. There has to be a control room of some kind for this thing. Somewhere they control the direction this thing moves, I imagine we'll find any self destruct method there possibly along with the person running this place," she says and heads up the stairs, feeling slightly better now that they had a plan. At the top of the stairs she stops. The second floor is a wide open room. Another set of stairs head further up on the opposite side of the room and in the middle of the room there's a man sitting on a wooden chair. His form is blurry as he seems to be almost vibrating, he has a small knife in his hand which hangs limply in front of him between his legs, he's wearing a black hoody with the hood up leaving most of his face hidden except his chin which protrudes from the hood, his skin seems to be quite pale and he has a layer of bristly black stubble. He's wearing a pair of white slacks and black running shoes. His feet are tapping at a rapid speed and he doesn't seem to have noticed either of you yet, "is he some kind of guard, you think?" Sasha whispers as her gloved hand flexes, "I can try to sneak over there and try to take him out before he notices us," she suggests. @Tjf The woman smiles, "If you tell me where you'll be staying we can send someone for you when Mr. Weit is ready to see you," she offers with a friendly smile, "until then though I suppose I should give you some quick advice, before you potentially run into trouble. I imagine that you may have made an enemy by helping us in the way you did. Be wary and avoid anyone with a symbol of an arrow tattooed on their body. The thieves in this town are organized and I doubt they'll simply let your good deed slide," she explains, "though you seem more than capable of handling yourself," she adds. @GenericEditor168 She hesitates, "I could make a copy, but... Well I guess since I'm going to be stuck here for a bit. You can take that map for the time and just return it when you come back, which I'm sure you will," she says adding the last part hurriedly and she then hesitates looking away for a moment, "Do... You..." she stops and breathes deeply," if you don't have a place to stay, feel free to stay here if you need to, er if you don't mind that we'd have to share a bed. I..." she pauses again, "There's not many places that are too friendly to outsides, especially ones like-" she cuts herself off, "Well people who don't look human, so if you need a place to stay and can't find anywhere else you'll always be welcome back here," she says, "It's the least I can offer for... Well doing my job for me," she admits.
“Nah, the bed was fine. I guess I was just nervous due to being at a new place.” Actually, it was because I was too busy masturbating, but you don't need to know that. “Don't worry about it.” Silfiel reassured her hostess before leaving. After waiting around for a few hours Silfiel was starting to get bored when she heard a noise and spotted what seemed like a crouching figure. Alright, time to find out what's going on here... Crouching down the elf began sneaking closer to the unknown figure, using her knowledge about stealth to remain unnoticed. Before doing anything she wanted to take a look at the mysterious person and make sure there were alone.
