Re: Through the Mists: In Character
In the Windmill
Tag: Vita and Sylvia
"Bedding?" Bella asked, casting a glance in Vita's direction.
"Why of course, young tiefling. Upstairs you can find the beds that Offalia and I sometimes use when we bring guests around to play with. Feel free to use them. I will be resting here near the oven. After what's gone on, I doubt I should sleep tonight."
She ushered the tiefling and Ireena up the creeking stairs, before she turned back to Sylvia.
"Since we've a better understanding of each other now, I suppose we could have a much nicer conversation..."
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Upstairs on the second floor was a great millstone, and the room was covered in a white powdery substance that Vita couldn't quite place, though she didn't think it was flour, like she'd seen in the mills of her farming village. She may not be very educated, but a farm girl knew her stuff when it came to agriculture.
As they went up the stairs, Ireena cuddled close to her tiefling companion, the noblewoman's stylized breastplate feeling cool against the bright warlock's skin.
"We're both so cold and wet, Vita," Ireena observed truthfully. "If we don't get out of these clothes and let them dry, we'll catch our death in cold. I think we should let our clothes dry off here, just above where the oven is."
She moved to the spot she'd indicated and began to strip off her gear. She did so while looking back over her shoulder at the tiefling and blushing shyly.
"I never really imagined all of this happening. I've spent so much time in fright of Strahd and worrying about my father and brother, that the idea of traveling across the land with a pretty woman... an exotic girl like yourself. A tiefling, the lady downstairs called you. Is that the name for a fiend-blood? And now I've met three more fiend blooded in the course of a day and a night. It's all so overwhelming. I think I prefer simpler things."
She let her armor fall and her soaked travel dress was hung on an old wooden beam. She then slipped out of her undergarments, blushing as Vita's eyes inevitably took the sight of her in.
"Simpler things, like how I feel when you're near me. It's like how Strahd tries to make me feel after he bites me, and yet, with you it feels warm and bright. I've never felt the sun on my skin, but the warmth you gave me last night made me think that must be what it's like to feel the rays of life-giving light. Oh Vita. You needn't worry about calling me to your bedroll. After what we've shared and our connection that we have, I'd be more troubled if you didn't want me."
Ireena took Vita's hand and if allowed, would help peel the wet farm girl's clothes off of her short, curvy body and hang them next to her own. Then, still holding hands, Ireena went up with Vita to the third floor, where they found several crates and a pair of cheap bedding with straw mattresses. Ireena held Vita close and lay down with her on one of the beds. She rubbed Vita's wet skin and pressed her body up against the tiefling, trying to share warmth. She didn't initiate any sort of sexual play, but she did keep her inquisitive eyes on the tiefling, and seemed to be curious if Vita would request anything of her.
Inside Vita's mind, the inner fiend encouraged Vita's desire and she was reminded that if she were to allow it, the inner dark fiend could grant her the same appendage she had used with Ireena back in the village.
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While this went on, Bella and Sylvia took their place in front of the warm oven, continuing their conversation.
"Yes, I wanted to preserve Offalia's er... relative innocence. She's quite the little slut, and it's in her nature to be mischievous - she'll never really fit in well with human society - but she's not what you'd really call a typical fiend. Mother's had other daughters. Daughters who failed to have promise. Mother killed my previous sisters who didn't go through with her night stone ceremony."
Bella shrugged and then exhaled and stoked the oven's fire with another damp log that spat and crackled in the fire the lit the furnace.
"I can put something on, if that would make you more comfortable. Or if you really don't mind, you can be nude too. It will be better for you to dry your clothes anyway. Mortals are more susceptible to disease than we are.
"And no, familiars can come in all shapes and sizes. It's just that most mages use the term for that apprentice spell that summons a companion animal. Familiars can be more than just that."
She went to the shelves that contained the various potions and ingredients and began to select some.
"Your rage is a byproduct of your bloodline. You are a werekin. A passive carrier of lycanthropy. I know this because I did a small experiment on you during our ride through the mountain pass. I pressed wolfsbane against your arm - it's an herb that lycanthropes have an allergy to. You've a mild reaction to it, see?"
If Sylvia looked, she would see a small red blotch on the side of her arm that she had only now just noticed. It was about the size of a coin.
"It seems that your natural resilience and soldier's discipline have allowed you to control and channel your rage. It makes you an incredibly durable and effective fighter. The bites that mother's mimic gave you would have felled an above average militia man."
She poured a few ingredients together and stirred the contents of a vial around, before dabbing a cloth with the liquid and putting it gently but firmly against the corrosive bite marks on Sylvia's shoulder. It stung, but seemed to be a disinfectant not unlike what was used in the Falknovian military.
"When you've rested and recovered your strength, which this salve will help you with, I would be grateful if you would find some supplies to fix this windmill up and make it work properly. I think I will make a proper bakery out of this mill, with pastries that use good magic rather than ill, but that will require some supplies. We've got some jewellry here that we could see to pay for the repairs. In return, I can make potions and cast some rudimentary divinations for you. And things to help you control your rage, if it does start to get out of hand. And, ah... there's also that one thing I was going to ask you about before... about breeding? Well, it's just that, with my Mother now intent on killing us and us intent on killing her, there's the matter of the Rule of Three. A witch's coven is only capable of truly great magics if there are three with hag's blood. I wonder, if you would consent to bearing a daughter for me, I would be truly indebted to you. And a hag's debt is no small thing, especially since I intend to honor it."
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The stables.
Tag: Esvele
Offalia thought for a moment, then answered Esvele's question as honestly as she could.
"Weeeeeellll, most nuns I've seen are all bluuuh... y'know? Not sexy, and not so fun. You're super different though! And I think the idea of a fiend like me and a nun is super hawt.~ But also, cuz, I think you're like, maybe a good person. And that's neat too."
The fiend giggled and continued her groping until it was time for Esvele to tend to the matter of the dead body and the coffin and all that such things entailed. It was hard and dirty work, and Offalia seemed to much prefer idly playing with Myrtle and Freek, her two human livestock, with their incredible assets. Offalia was petting them each, and letting them loose from their bindings so that they could all three of them fit into Freek's stall. Myrtle seemed very happy wen Offalia started to caress her enormous bosom, and she moaned a little and began to stroke Freek's large, stiffened beast of a cock.
Offalia licked her lips looking down at the two, and had completely been oblivious to Esvele's change and steady approach until the nun breathed her words against the witch's neck.
"Meep!" Offalia wiggled as the nun's breasts and the unmistakable feel of the large member both pressed against her backside.
"W-wowzers!" She tittered and leaned back into the nun's strong, muscular form.
Myrtle and Freek gasped and held one another tightly, the two young humans growing visibly aroused at the sight playing out before them.
"H-hell yeah! Keeping humans warm at night is one of my favorite things!" Offalia giggled and reached behind her to slip a soft stroking hand along Esvele's girth.
"Why didn't you say you had one of these bad boys? Hey, Freek, Myrtle, why don't we all give Sister Esvele a nice group hug!"
Nodding, the young man and maid took position on either side of Esvele's hips, rubbing their hands along her back and posterior. Freek was particularly interested in Esvele's round butt, squeezing it enthusiastically, while Myrtle rubbed her big tits against Esvele, with her teats dribbling with milk slightly.
"Oh boy, now there's two big cocks, one for each of us Offalia!" Myrtle said excitedly.
The purple fiend turned around with a delighted grin squatted down slowly in front of Esvele, keeping her eyes locked on the nun's.
"I can keep this cock of yours warm in my mouth if you like?~" She asked with a grin.
Vita the bitten Tiefling Warlock
