Armored Amorously [Soru]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The innkeeper snorts as you pull your sword, unaffected by your attempts at intimidation. You vaguely hear her say something along the lines of "don't pull steel you're not willing to use", but you've already crossed the room before things can escalate. As your approach the merchant, he barely looks up from his meal, continuing to suck the flesh and cartilage from a chicken bone until there's nothing more than a thin coating of saliva upon it, tossing it into a pile with the other remains of this poor bird. You nearly think he didn't hear you, but the man does respond, after he's had another mouthful of bread and washed it down with a gulp of ale.

"A man wears a fine shirt, some lovely trousers, treats himself to a good meal and suddenly he's set upon by all manner of folks with sword and shield and spell. Funny, the kind of attention wealth attracts, isn't it?" He asks, perhaps rhetorically, as his fat-sunken eyes lead up from his meal towards your face. His grease soaked lips turn upwards into a friendly smile as he continues you. "Suppose I should be thankful those swords and shield and spells belong to adventurers, rather than bandits. I'm long past the days of fending off such wicked men by my lonesome."

He gestures across the table to the empty chair adjacent to him, and wastes little time in tearing back into his meal. It's rather grotesque, how viciously he carves into the remnants of the hen, a man with a love for a full belly, if his prodigious weight didn't tip you off. "You are in luck, my long ear friend, for I do indeed have work to be done by those brave enough to undertake it. I am a provider of many goods and services in this town and others all across our fine kingdom and beyond, and my clientele list is vast indeed. I require an escort for a small caravan of specialty goods bound from this very location to a remote outpost in the woodlands west of the city in some two days time, no sooner, no later." He informs you, taking a moment to snap his sausage like fingers and call over a serving girl to refill his tankard and provide him with another freshly roasted hen, which he eagerly rips into.

"Now, there is certainly no shortage of adventurers in our fine little hamlet, but this is a task which requires let us say... a more subtle hand, hmm? If the guild were to know to whom these goods were going, it would spell much misfortune for my burgeoning relationship with this particular client. Indeed, not even the brave city guard may know of our goings on. Problematic, considering they will no doubt check the caravan for contraband before it leaves the gates. I'm sure an enterprising individual such as yourself would have no issues with this stipulations, though, hmm? In preventing any who might interfere with my business from ruining such a profitable transaction, in return for a very generous stipend, say, two hundred gold pieces paid upon your return?"

[Soru]

Vanya does her best not to wince as she sees just how savagely the merchant was digging into his chicken until only the bone remind; would almost be impressive with how he managed to get every scrap and no bone if it was kind of disgusting at the same time. She is a bit surprised by the way he spoke, very wordy and well put together for man that eats like he was; he must be rather educated in at least language which is after all needed by someone of his trade.

When he motioned to the seat she gets the message and sits down across of him as she believes he's about to give her a job; why else would he take the time to have her sit and talk to her. However she does need to do her best to not wince as the man tears into another meal and wonder just how much this guy eats in a day to keep up her current weight. Instead she focuses on what he has to say and finds that this job might be a bit shady, though if the price is good enough she will take it considering that is she gets in trouble with the law she can just say she didn't know what she was guarding and was only paid to escort it. "I see... Well all I know for this job is that I'm to escort some goods leaving the town and protect it; a simple caravan guard job." She said, understanding what needs to be done for this job. "You got a deal. In two days, right?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Indeed. I shall be staying at this fine establishment for the duration of my time her. You may seek me out on the day of the event, early in the morning while I break my fast. You will be informed on the specifics at such a time."

The fat merchant returns to his meal, although truthfully he hadn't stopped stuff his face the entire time you spoke with him, and you take it to mean he's done with you for the time being. With such a generous payout on the line, it's probably best not to encroach on his hospitality much regardless. Back at the counter, you find the one-eyed woman behind the counter has produced the key to your room, which sits now with the remnants of your meal. The dinner rush has begun to die down, with patrons shuffling out with more frequency than they shuffled in, and you take that to mean that the night grows ever longer. It would be a simple enough thing to excuse yourself to your quarters for the night, as the proprietor of the establishment seems to caught up flirting with a flustered server to harass you too much more. Or, you could always continue to look around the commons room for something to entertain yourself with.

[Soru]

Nodding her head to let the merchant know she understood she gets up without another word and heads back to the bar where she was eating earlier. She tries not to look too relieved to be away from the fat man now as she sits back down. Seeing the key to her room she grabs and pockets it while thanking the woman before finishing the rest of her meal. As she finishes her food she looks around and notices that it is much quieter now as it grew later and Vanya wonders what she should do now. She could go to her room for the night and rest; it's been a rather long and exhausting day and she should get up early so she can find someone to remove this armor from her. She also needs some new clothes, she remembers. With that in mind she lets out a yawn and heads to her room for the night, tired and wanting to get an early start tomorrow.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The trip up the stairs and into the room seems to go by in no time, and once you click the door to the attic suite closed, the weight of the day finally hits you. With little more light than the candle flickering on the desk to illuminate your way, you drop your weapons on the table and plop unceremoniously onto the soft mattress. Trying to pry the armor off you now would just be effort wasted, and as you nuzzle into the sheets, you find that it is not so uncomfortable as to hinder your rest anyway. Slumber comes easily to adventures who spend their day fighting and fucking, it seems, and your night comes to an end not much longer after your eyes close.

Or, so it would have, under normal circumstances.

You awaken, body so heavy you can scant lift a finger if you tried. You're in a... castle? Some stone structure, the telltale signs of battle all around the chamber. Swords lay scattered, the moans of the wounded all about, the ozone of spells previously cast heavy in the air... along with something else. Another stench... You come to find the source as your eyes adjust to the dark, taking in the carnage of a throne room debauched in its nature. Fallen warriors, at least a dozen, are descended upon by creatures most foul. Five of the valiant soldiers, women, lay pinned beneath behemoths of red, sinewy muscle with goat haunches and huge, bull-like heads, their legs dangling uselessly around the hips of their assailant as the creatures violate them with strong, rippling thrusts, their cries for mercy drowned out by an inevitable descent into agonizing pleasure. Imps flutter around them, shamefully large cocks twitching as they dive down here and there, looking to ram their disgorged shafts into the women's mouths here and now, temporarily choking out anguished moans before the huge goat-men swat them away.

The others, male warriors, fair somewhat better. Women with ashen skin and coal black hair, curled horns and bat like wings circle around them, stripping them bare of armor and battling over which among them get to bob their heads dutifully upon the painfully erect shafts standing tall from each man's pelvis. You briefly realize that you yourself have fallen victim to one such creature, as sensation returns to your body and the mind numbing pleasure of a demonic throat pussy engulfs every inch of your shaft, keeping your legs weak and your heart pounding hard even as you try to look away from the monster sucking your shaft.

It's not hard. Because among those creatures who assail your fellows is one who stands out. A succubus like no other, with a body like a goddess and skin red as hell's own flames grinds up and down in the lap of one of your fellows. He cries out, his mind long gone as he ruts upwards into her like a beast, her glistening tits bouncing without shame before your eyes. You could watch her forever, so haunting she is, and yet... yet you find horror in it all as the man cries out in bliss. She falls upon him, sheathing his cock in her sopping folds, and he thrashes beneath her as he breeds this demon. He thrashes as his eyes grow gaunt in his skull, as his body wilts within what remains of his armor. He thrashes in the throes of blissful death until the demon sucks everything from him, cum and soul alike, and leaves a rotten dusk beneath her. Then she dismounts, easy as that, and sashays to her next victim. You.

The succubus preparing you happily disengages, leaving your cock now free and wet and oh so cold compared to the warmth it had enjoyed before... But not for long. The crimson skinned devil struts smoothly to you, and for a second you recognize her. As she sinks down to kneel above you, it all comes together. Her skin isn't red... it's smooth and pale, like the women of your homeland. Her horns are not so, you realize, as she lines your shaft up with her sweet folds. They are merely the pointed ears of your kinsmen. You watch as the elven beauty slides the skimpy black armor she wears away from her honey pot, and leads every inch of your throbbing shaft into her. As she rides you like no mortal woman ever could, you come to accept your fate, as you lose yourself in depths of...

Of...

You! No, that's not a demon! That's you! Like a doppelganger, you watch yourself suck the very life from some poor, unfortunate soldier of light, come to purge the demonic taint from... wherever this is. The demonic taint you brought on! Lucidity fades as this doppelganger grinds the last few bits of resistance from 'your' cock, and you once again fade into the darkness from which you came as your dream cock spasms in release...

Only to snap awake once again, only now in control of your facilities, back in the room you purchased at the inn. Daylight streams in through the window above your bed, and your pounding heart slows to a comfortable rate as you come back to reality, sweaty and... well, horny, after that strange dream. But back to reality none the less.

What was that even?

[Soru]

Trying to sleep with armor on was a bit uncomfortable at first though after a bit Vanya is able to ignore it due to how tired she is. She closes her eyes and falls into a deep sleep, but it wouldn't be an uneventful night for her...

She awakens to feel her body feeling very heavy, unable to move at all as if she was paralyzed. Opening her eyes a bit she finds herself in some kind of castle and hears...moaning. When her mind is able to focus a bit more she notices the fallen weapons around the area with lingering magic from battle. Then she sees the scenes of debauchery all around her, making her gasp as she sees women being used by all kinds of monsters while men enjoy the touch of succubi. She then notices one come to her and...sucking her cock?! Why did she suddenly have one?! Before she could think about it much she saw one of those female demons standing out from the rest approach and take the place of the other demon and as she began to sink down on her she noticed something...

This demon was her! She was looking through the eyes of some man, not herself. Just as she was about to cry out from what is suddenly happening she wakes up in bed, sitting right up in bed and panting a bit. Slowly she calms herself down and looks to the window, seeing that it's daytime now. She found herself sweaty and a bit wet from the dream but at the very least things seemed normal... She gets out of bed and checks the armor and sees if she could tug it off. If not she'll think of someone who might be able to remove it.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Grabbing the cursed armor and pulling it does little to budge it. Like a second skin, it seems to cling to your every nook and cranny, hugging your curves in just the right way to accentuate them salaciously. If this stuff is coming off, it's clear you'll need something stronger than your own two arm to peel it away, if brute force can even separate it from you in the first plate. Still... you had time before the job you agreed to. Plenty to find a smith or wizard worthy of the task. But for now, as your stomach is quick to remind you, it is breakfast time, and the smell of wood smoke and bread causes a pang of hunger pain in your tummy. Surely the rude innkeeper had a meal ready for you.

[Soru]

As Vanya tries to figure out who to see about getting this armor off she smells the scent of cooking food and her stomach growls. Deciding that can wait for later she heads down to get some breakfast, though she wished she had something better to wear. Deciding she doesn't have any other choice she just grabs her bag and gear and heads down to get food. As she heads down to the tavern area she thinks about seeing some kind of wizard to get the armor off due to this thing probably being enchanted to not come off.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The downstairs seems fairly quiet compared to what it was like last night. Only a few patrons sit around, nursing hangovers no doubt and trying to solve their ills with eggs and sausage. As you make your way to the main floor, you spot the one-eyed owner, who seems to be smugly whispering with a red faced serving girl behind the counter. As you approach, she smacks the poor lass on the ass and sends her on her way, before addressing you.

"Rough night? You look mighty disheveled for somebody who didn't go waddling upstairs with a man on her ass." she notes, pulling up a tankard and filling it with what you assume to be weak beer, which she sets down in front of you. She heads off not long after, only to return with a thick slice of bread with two fried eggs atop it. A little presumptuous of her, but you were hungry...

"The fat bastard from last night asked me to remind you about making sure the guard didn't pry into your business, when the time comes. Didn't ask him what it meant. Don't really care."

[Soru]

Vanya raises a brow as she sees the one-eyes woman smack a serving girl on the ass before sending the girl away. She then frowns more when the woman remarks her looks and quickly straightens out her hair a bit. However she smiles some as the woman then pours her some weak beer which she thanks the woman for and sits down. Then the woman comes back with a plate of food which makes her mouth water and her stomach growl. "Thank you." She said as she takes out some money to pay for the good. "And thanks for the info." She said once she told her the message from the merchant. Once her meal was paid for she starts to dig in.