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Fleeing Fate (Takimaru)


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Elysia: HP = 44, PP = 42, EP = 112, Status = Helpless, Horny, Penetrated

The man who'd pushed his member into Elysia's mouth groaned with pleasure as she wrapped her lips around him without much of a struggle, and seemed to not care much about her own lack of effort as he began thrusting into her mouth. He started hitting the back of her throat almost immediately, causing her to gag and stiffing the lewd sounds she was emitting due to Typhon's thrusting admirably. Unable to fit all of his cock into her mouth, the brutish farmer grabbed Elysia by her hair and chin and reoriented her head, allowing him to thrust into her throat even though he was coming in from the side. Elysia was forced to gasp for breath between the man's thrusts, an effort made all the more difficult by her body's reactions to Typhon's increasingly enthusiastic thrusts. The man, despite being relatively foul in Elysia's eyes, apparently knew what he was doing in order to bring her pleasure as he reoriented himself in turn with her as she arched her back, causing his rod to rub harder against her sensitive spots as he pistoned into her folds.

Continuing to roughly grasp at one of her orbs, Typhon laughed scornfully as he watched the farmer handling Elysia to maximize his own pleasure, "That's the way boys! Use the wench however you want! Hahaha! From the way she's tightening up on me she probably enjoys being used like this! Hahaha!"

With the hunter's member starting to throb as it plowed into her fertile depths, Elysia had to struggle for a moment in order to push the cock in her mouth out in order to deliver her words before he could spill his seed into her. All this earned her was another laugh from the poacher and an increase in the pace of his thrusts. Grunting the words between thrusts as his eyes slowly closed, Typhon muttered, "Hah! Hng.... You say that.... But that's not what your body's telling me! Ahhh.... Your pussy's begging for my cum!"

As much as she might try to deny that to herself, Typhon's statement might ring true, as Elysia's sex was grasping Typhon's member like a vice. His every thrust was pushing his pulsating member against her cervix and rubbing against her g-spot and causing her sex to tense, forcing her to squeeze tightly around his thick length. The man who'd been plowing her throat pressed his cock against her face again, but he didn't force himself back into her mouth immediately. Instead, Elysia was able to watch Typhon's face as he began thrusting deeper and harder, the throbbing of his member growing in time as he undoubtedly reached toward his climax, and with no way to stop him there was no doubt that he was about to spill as much of his seed as he could directly into her pussy.

And, a few moments later, that was exactly what Typhon did, starting with a particularly loud grunt that turned into a moan of pleasure. The first shot of his thick, burning hot semen was as he pulled back, dirtying her insides with his cream before thrusting fully into her and staying there, shifting his hips slightly in an effort to maximize his own pleasure and pour all of his cum out into her womb. The huntsman had apparently been saving up for quite a while, as his release was quite voluminous and thick, enough that some of it ended up being squeezed out around his cock even as he continued to fill her with his sperm. Pouring into her deepest depths as he was, Typhon seemed to be making good on his attempts to impregnate Elysia as he poured shot after shot of his seed into her waiting depths.

Finally finished with his orgasm a moment later, Typhon panted against Elysia's face for a while as he recovered, keeping his semen locked deep inside of her. He pulled out and wiped his member on her thigh, a small dribble of his sperm ending up on her leg as some of his cum leaked out of her abused sex, but the huntsman showed no regret for cumming inside of her. Letting out a dark laugh as he pulled his trousers back up, Typhon called out to his men, "Ha! See that! It's probably a waste of time to let the rest of you sissies have a go, there's no way any of you will be the father after I filled her up like that!" He laughed again, but Elysia wasn't given much time to contemplate the seed filling her before the man at her mouth grew impatient again and grabbed her by the head, forcing his cock down her throat once more.

Seeing this, Typhon said, "Oi! She can fit plenty more, get her off the table for a second!" Elysia was roughly manhandled some more by the group of men, helpless to resist due to the drug still coursing through her system. In the end, she was lowered onto the man she'd been blowing, his already wet dick easily slipping into her sopping pussy while another man came up and pressed himself forcefully into her anus, both of them beginning to thrust swiftly and forcefully regardless of any protestations on her part. Typhon, his member still hard, came up in front of Elysia as both of her holes were violated and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her mouth towards his manhood roughly as he grunted, "Clean me up like a good little whore!"
 
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"G...G-Gluuuck! Hluck..." Elysia tried her best not to gag as the villager roughly treated her oral faculties as his personal plaything, using her mouth like a second pussy in that he was essentially free to go as fast and hard as he wanted, at his own pace. Laerwick's gorgeous dressmaker was left unable to do anything about it, and her tongue stuck out slightly from her body's natural responses to having her throat used in such a fashion. Occasionally, her gag reflex would kick in, though it would only serve to make the experience even more delightful for the horny farmer humping her face, who would feel her warm gullet squeezing around him momentarily whenever she did gag. Tears began to well up in her eyes as the man continued to ravage her throat, which exhibited a visible bulge that rhythmically emerged every time he would forcefully thrust himself inside. "Ghfff... hauuh!" The blue-haired beauty weakly struggled, making half-hearted attempts to get the farmhand to ease up on her while he gleefully fucked her face, though ultimately failing to do much as he treated that part of her as if it were something he had to fill with his seed as soon as possible, perhaps to make up for the fact that Typhon was already laying claim to her womanhood.

It took a while for Elysia to finally move the laborer off of her face, and even after she managed to do so, the salty taste of his precum lingered within her mouth. She had to deliver her objection to his fevered announcement with tears still in her eyes and a pained expression, which apparently accomplished little outside of drawing yet another taunt from the larger ruffian, whose gradually escalating signs of climax caused the panic to set in on her end. Worse yet, he was proving himself to be rather good at this, and it was somewhat terrifying to Elysia to think that this lewd barbarian of a man was getting dangerously close to actually making her cum. "N-No, wait, that's my... Nnnnff!" Her cries of protest were slowly turning into those of lust as the head of Typhon's shaft rubbed up against the bumpy surface of her G-spot, and though he occasionally kissed her cervix with just about every other thrust, which the woman found less than comfortable, she couldn't help but moan out loud whenever he rubbed up on her inner sweet spot. The intense feeling of constant stimulation that resulted, combined with the effects of the aphrodisiac, were seriously starting to turn her on in spite of the guilt that she felt deep inside for surrendering to him in this way, not that there was much she could do to fight back. Reluctant as she was to admit it, even just to herself, Elysia was growing unbelievably horny from the drug finally being fully absorbed into her system, and her libido was rising steadily with every thrust that the huntsman took into her slick tunnel. As repulsive as she found the man currently fucking her, the seamstress' body had become utterly receptive to the attentions laid upon it, and she was unable to deny the powerful waves of pleasure that rippled throughout her entire frame as Typhon thoroughly humiliated her for his own satisfaction. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Uhnnf... Oh! Nngh... hahnn, aahngh! Kyauh!"

With her sex drive kicking into high gear not long after the drug was fully absorbed, Elysia would find herself tensing up, causing her cunny to tighten around the man's stiff meat, almost as if coaxing him to deposit his thick load deep inside of her. This, combined with the inherent tightness of her pussy, would make it quite difficult for anyone to hold it in, not that the eager hunter was making any attempt to. Perspiration began to form upon her brow, and the sight of her flushed, aroused visage along with those plentiful bouncing breasts proved to be quite a scene for those watching, especially for Typhon, who had the privilege of enjoying her first hand. The bully's burdened face was a long cry from the gentle features of her mentor Sorien, the one who had taken her actual virginity long ago, and try as she might, Elysia simply couldn't bring herself to fantasize at this rate, as her body was approaching climax whether she wanted it to or not. Soon enough, it didn't even matter as the woman's vision went blurry, and she tilted her chin up, biting her lower lip with eyes wide open in reaction to her violator having released inside of her with a loud groan. She could feel the burst of warmth erupt right at the entrance to her womb, and it was just too much for the poor girl at this point. Having been pushed over the edge, Elysia came hard, shuddering and nearly convulsing in a powerful orgasm, and began to inadvertently buck her hips up, arching her back tightly and whimpering loudly. It took a great deal of strength to keep herself from just crying out as she grabbed onto Typhon's shoulders and dug her fingernails into his flesh, shivering. "Hnnnn! Hnnnn! NNNNN!!"

But while she was busy dealing with the immense surge of pleasure coming over her, thanks to the peculiar sensation of Typhon's hot gift spreading deep within, which her body unfortunately reacted quite well to, Elysia's inner walls would rhythmically tighten around the hunter's shaft every time he pulled back, and it felt to him as if she was actually jerking him off with her pussy, urging him to go on and fertilize her with as much of his seed as possible. Her juices came flowing out all the while, further slickening her passage for the brutish man's benefit. Mentally, she was too deeply lost in the maelstrom of bliss to even think straight, unable to do much other than release soft cries. Luckily for Typhon, her body would do most of the work for her anyway as it acted on its own, the interior of her womanhood clenching down on his cock even further in what seemed like an attempt to squeeze every last drop of potent liquid out of him. "Oooooooh... oohh, nnnh... nnnhahh..."

Feeling him shift about the way he did while he continued to shoot out warm spurts of his cum deep into her writhing frame eventually drove the seamstress into a second orgasm, and her womb's tiny opening actually dilated when she hit her peak once more, making it even easier for the ruffian to drive the large amounts of baby batter he had released even further into her deepest chamber. During all of this, Elysia was still being tossed about in the waves of pleasure, perhaps blissfully unaware of the extent to which her own womanly faculties were betraying her by welcoming her eager violator, effectively making her nothing more than a toy for him; made for the benefit of, ironically, one of the last men in the village that she would have been willing to please as a woman. "Nnn, y-you let out so much... h-how could you..."

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Her head spinning after the set of orgasms forced upon her, Elysia was left a panting mess when Typhon was finally satisfied, having gotten off as much as he wanted before pulling out. She could only try to catch her breath, turning her face away from the heaving man as he loomed over her for a short while, her milky skin glistening with sweat. The tailoress was still trying to recovery from the sensory overload that resulted from having been taken in such a way, that she didn't even notice the rude manner by which Typhon wiped his member off on inner thigh, nor the thick globs of his seed that began to emerge from between her lower lips--some trickling down to her rear orifice while others dripped straight down to make a tiny puddle upon Alaric's worktable. Even the boasts he had made to the others regarding how thoroughly she was creampied was but an unintelligible jumble of noises to her in this state, and she could do little to fight back when the farmer who had been humping her face returned to using her, forcing his manhood back between her lips. It wasn't difficult for him at all to shove himself right back in, as she was still trying to suck in air when the peasant decided to make his move. Elysia had lost a great deal of control over her own body at this point, and so she gagged repeatedly when he thrust back and forth into her mouth, slamming into the back of her throat, unintentionally having made the experience rather pleasurable for the impatient farmhand. "Ulck... g-gluh... hnng!"

To her dismay, the violated seamstress had regained just enough of her functions to figure out what Typhon recommended to the group of lustful villagers, realizing that they were far from done with her. Soon enough she found herself lowered onto the cock of the one who had been abusing her throat, feeling the man's length sliding in rather easily. Her lower passage was somewhat slippery now, thanks to the mixture of both her juices as well as Typhon's semen coating her inner walls, but still proved to be relatively nice for the zealous rancher, who appeared to have been waiting for the chance to fuck her like this. As he grabbed her by the waist and began moving her up and down on his length forcefully, Elysia instinctively clutched at the man's arms and yelped, bouncing up and down at his leisure. The overflow of juices still dribbling from her well-used cunny caused it to make a squelching sound while he tried his best to contribute his own genes to the woman's future offspring, forcing as much of Typhon's excess cum out from her sloppy opening as he could with each thrust. "Iyah! Kyah! Auuh..."

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"Ah, wait, I... what are you--" The tailor's eyes widened when the next man in line positioned himself behind her, soon lining the tip of his erect cock with her rear pucker before pushing it in, and a cry of protest escaped from between her lips as he did so. The cum that had collected around her rear opening from earlier served as sufficient lubricant to help him squeeze inside the narrow passageway, though Elysia still winced and grabbed at the worker in front of her to brace herself from the second man laying claim to her anal virginity. When he started to move, she grimaced, her face lovely even when giving off such an expression, gasping in pain from the initial shock. However, as the two blokes began to pump in and out of her lower orifices as hard and fast as they could, establishing rhythms independently of each other, she cried out frequently, barely able to handle the feeling of being double penetrated like this. With one cock hammering away at her perineal sponge from behind and the other rubbing away at her G-spot from below, Elysia found herself unconsciously seeking to maximize the pleasure that the pair could provide, automatically adjusting herself so that both rods were in the best position by which to hit her most sensitive spots within. "Uuhhn! Uhff! A-Ahff! Ohh!"

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Her tongue sticking out as she panted heavily, the well-endowed beauty found herself reduced to a tool for their satisfaction, utterly humiliated beyond belief by this group of men, who were only able to do this to her in the first place thanks to a moment or two of her own carelessness, as well as the drug now coursing through her veins. "Hahh... hahh..."

Just when the esteemed dressmaker felt that she was at the utter peak of degradation, she saw Typhon proudly sticking his shaft, amazingly still erect, in her face. The ruffian was urging her to go on and orally please him while she was being pummeled in both her ass and pussy. Was it not enough? What more did he want? Wasn't he satisfied already? Elysia had gone from being the town's most skilled tailoress, an artisan meant for great things, to a common whore and plaything for the village's common folk in just a matter of minutes, taking a cock in each one of her holes whether she wanted to or not, and having been bred by the community's arrogant alpha male. Looking up at the cruel man with tears welled up in her eyes, she made a face when Typhon grabbed her by the hair and forced her to service him, and she had little choice but to go ahead and do it in the hopes that he would eventually get tired of her. Now being ravaged from all sides, she came dangerously close to losing herself in this moment, as if she hadn't before. After a few more minutes, Typhon would then be able to feel the ring of Elysia's lips tightening around his girth, as dimples noticeably formed upon her cheeks from the suction, her tongue now swishing along the underside of his manhood, tickling the sensitive organ as she did what he wanted, cleaning it thoroughly. "Mmmph..."

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Re: Fleeing Fate (Takimaru)

Elysia: HP = 44, PP = 42, EP = 112, Status = Fine

When Elysia's lips tightened around Typhon's length and her tongue began slathering his manhood with attention, she heard the rude hunter give a grunt of satisfaction and lighten the hold he held upon her hair. The men beneath her continued pounding into her holes relentlessly, giving no apparent heed to Elysia's pleasure but causing the seamstress plenty all the same. The farmer preparing to add his seed to that which Typhon had left swishing about within her belly held her by the waist and bucked up into her dripping sex, while the man crouched behind her plowing into her ass had one hand on her lower back and the other around the long braid of her blue hair, which he was beginning to tug on as the pleasure of her tight hole began to make him throb inside of her.

Seeing this, Typhon gave a low snort and said, "Don't finish in there, leave someplace that everyone else can enjoy without sloppy seconds! If Dimples hasn't finished by the time you're about to blow, give that ass of hers a coating!" The men laughed derisively at his words, the huntsman joining in a moment later as he continued to abuse her mouth. There was less force to it now that she was seemingly willing, and even though he had just cum she could feel him not only remaining stiff but occasionally twitching from her oral attentions, and after she'd cleaned off all of her own juices and the leftovers of his release she even continued to taste hints of his bitter semen on her tongue.

Before long the man beneath her began to throb powerfully and heightened the pace of his thrusts, and before long he let out a moan and hilted himself one last time into her cum soaked flower. Streams of his semen shot up into her body to join Typhon's, forming a thick soup of their mixed semen deep within Elysia's womb. Like the vile hunter who had led him he held himself deep inside her as he spurted his seed, giving it the greatest chance possible of replacing Typhon as the one that would get a child on her. Another round of derisive, raucous laughter ran around the room, but he didn't move so that someone else could replace him just yet, resting for a moment inside of her. The man plunging into her anus was quick behind him, and Typhon paused in his laughter long enough to remark, "Dimp's had his turn, pull her offa him and have a go at her pussy!"

This only caused another round of laughter, but the man abusing her ass seemed happy to take Typhon's advice as he forcibly pulled her bottom upwards, causing the other man's member to slip out of her. His cock was replaced by the one that had been pounding into her ass mere moments ago before any more cum could slip out of her, and after a few more moments he groaned and added his load to the mix brewing inside of Elysia's womb, pumping another healthy dose of sperm into her increasingly filthy depths. Like the last two, he didn't pull out for a moment as he basked in the pleasure granted by her cum-slicked folds. Yet another round of laughter accompanied the third mans cum being poured into her, but all to soon Typhon pulled her off of his mouth and lifted her slightly, the last man to cum having stumbled away while the middle man sidled out from underneath her.

Two more quickly moved up to fill the holes she'd freed up, one sliding without complaint into her soaked folds while the other went into pounding into her ass. They were both young men whom Elysia was fairly sure were brothers, though she'd never shared enough words with them to be sure herself and wasn't in any position to ask. Their youth meant that they were both quite energetic, humping wildly into the beautiful seamstress's body while Typhon pushed himself back into Elysia's mouth. The men who hadn't yet had a turn with her body had closed in around Elysia, numbering another seven as they nursed their erections and waited their turns. This time, the one plowing into her ass finished first, throbbing only twice before unleashing his first spurt into her bowels. The boy quickly pulled out and coated Elysia's pale bottom in several thick strands of cum, the thick sticky gunk clinging to her finely shaped, sweat-coated rear.

"Hah! Well, we know who won't be the father, 'eh boys?" Typhon shouted lewdly, and the men around Elysia laughed as her latest partner pulled away and made room for another man, this one much thicker than any that had used her rear hole before. He plunged into her and started thrusting without preamble, uncaring for her pleasure like all the rest. Typhon didn't join in on the laughter for long this time, however, as he began to throb in Elysia's mouth and groan softly from time to time, being closer to cumming again regardless of whether or not she had managed to continue providing directing stimulation for him or if he was simply fucking her mouth like the two beneath her. He and the boy beneath her reached climax at about the same time, the young man groaning suddenly and spurting more semen into her white-washed depths while Typhon suddenly pulled out, releasing his first rope directly onto the seamstress's tongue and then pulling out. Another rope landed across her lips and nose, and a third coated her forehead and forced her to close one of her eyes. Yet another ran across her collar, and three more landed on her full breasts, one covering each and the final smallest one connecting them.

Panting in the aftermath of his second climax, Typhon nonetheless managed to grin at the lewd jeers coming from the remaining half dozen men, those who had finished falling by the wayside. The young man beneath Elysia crawled out from under her and Typhon pulled away, but the man pounding into her bottom kept right on doing so, even going so far as to grab her arms and pull them back, forcing her to arch her back and present herself for those still watching her. Those who had finished or not yet had their turn at her laughed again, their voices blending together and producing a single malicious song that came from all directions as she was violated like a common whore. When the man finally came, he paused long enough to switch holes and pour his sperm into her womb rather than her ass, his load the largest by far since Typhon had first poured his sperm into her depths. As had been the case up until this point, Elysia was utterly helpless to prevent him from adding his genes to the pool already attempting to impregnate her.

When he pulled out of Elysia, the brief time to rest she received was enough to allow a flood of semen to flow out of her abused sex, forming a thick pool on the floor of what had escaped from her womb. Barely able to move due to the drug still pounding through her veins, Elysia was momentarily left as a mess on the floor, unable to do more than breath and try to recover from her ordeal so far and ready herself for more. "Flip her over! Put her upside down with her face in the puddle so that no more flows out of her!" Typhon cried harshly, and this was met by another round of laughter and immediate compliance. Elysia was hoisted into the air and flipped, planting her head and shoulders into the puddle of cum and holding her upside down by her legs, her abused holes on full display. Her pussy had been stretched by all of the cocks that had been inside of her and was gaping slightly, and Typhon, whom Elysia noted had redressed, pointed at it and said, "You've got a target gents! Lesse who can hit it!"

There was yet another round of laughter among the assembled peasants, but this time it ended in utter silence as an enraged (and oddly familiar to Elysia) voice from the entrance into the room shouted, "WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE!?" The crowd of naked and half naked men parted, revealing Alaric standing in the doorway with a look of blind fury on his face. The blacksmith's hammer was in his hand, held more like a weapon than a tool in the huge man's grasp. Typhon, letting out a contempt filled snort, replied in a smooth and dangerous voice as he took a step toward the massive man, "Oh nothing that concerns you, simpleton! We're just teaching this runaway bitch her proper place in life, on her back or on her knees! You oughta clear out of here before we teach you your place too!"

"YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME LIKE THIS IN MY OWN HOME!? AND DO.... THAT, TO A WOMAN WHO HAS DONE YOU NO WRONG!?" Alaric shouted in response as his body tensed, some incredulity edging into his voice. Typhon saw the violence in his posture and drew out the sword at his belt, a cheap iron blade he'd allegedly won in a card game. "Look friend," he began in a deadly tone, "You walk right out of here and rent yourself a room at the inn for the night. We'll be gone in the morning. We're taking this dumb cow back where she belongs so that she can get bred like a good little bitch! And there ain't a damned thing that you can do about it, so if I have to tell you to get the fuck out of here one more time, I'm just gonna fuck skewer you like a stuck pig!"

There was a guffaw of laughter from one of the men in the back, but the rest, like Elysia and Typhon, were staring at Alaric's face, which was now something resembling neutral. His rage hadn't vanished by any means, but it had definitely changed. Before there had been the wild, animalistic fury of a man about to snap. Now there was just the cold, calculating look of a man prepared to commit violence that he hadn't asked for, but wouldn't feel bad at all about enacting. Unfortunately for Typhon, he realized this about a half second too late to act on it. There was an odd popping sound, almost like the snap caused by a buildup of static electricity, and then Alaric had moved.

The blacksmith's hammer came up in an arc and struck Typhon on the chin, a horrible crunching noise accompanying the blow that was followed by its recipient flying all the way across the room, right over Elysia, to slam into Alaric's mantle. One of the other men went to rush Alaric, perhaps thinking that his fellows were behind him. Two of the other men that had come for them even moved to follow, but they stopped dead when Alaric's hammer reversed direction from the swing that had laid Typhon low and smashed him, literally, into the ground. The sound of scrambling around Elysia all came to a stop, leaving the room dead silent once more.

Alaric, taking the initiative while the display of his prowess was still fresh in their minds, pointed his hammer like a sword at one of the nearest men and shouted, "Take those two, get on your horses, and leave this village now! Do not come back, not for her, and not for revenge, or I will crush all of you!" The men from Elysia's village hesitated only for a few seconds before complying, hastily redressing, picking up Typhon and their other fallen man, and moving past him to the door. Alaric followed them out, leaving Elysia all by herself for a few brief moments, but the blacksmith was back all too soon, kneeling beside her and helping her into a more comfortable position. Grimacing slightly as he felt the cum staining her body on his arms, he lifted from the floor and carried her towards the exit out into his shop. Elysia blacked out before he'd even taken a step.

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Elysia awoke in a strange bed, in a strange place. It was a hut with only a single room, the walls of which were largely obstructed by shelves covered in books and bottles and baubles and body parts of various creatures. The bed was more like a hammock as it was suspended over the floor, but it was also coated in furs that also covered her. Elysia found herself completely naked, but also realized that someone had cleaned her up. Even though she'd been drugged, the seamstress remembered everything that had happened before she'd blacked out following Alaric's rescue.

There was an old woman standing in a corner, stirring a boiling pot over a fire and humming quietly to herself. Though she had her back to Elysia, the seamstress was able to see that she had dark hair and dark skin, and wore a rag around her head. She wore a plain and fairly dirty brown dress that had been patched in numerous places and fell all the way down to her ankles, and a pair of earrings that resembled the teeth of sharks as she'd seen from a wandering trader once dangled from her ears. Her skin was slightly wrinkled in the few places that she was able to see it, but other than that there was little by which Elysia might determine this woman's age.
 
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The blue-haired beauty's eyes were half-lidded over, partially from ecstasy and partially from fatigue, with her doing the best she could to orally please Typhon, perhaps hoping that it would please the despicable brute enough to have him ease up on her once he lost interest in the services her body could provide. Despite feeling somewhat relieved as a result of him loosening his harsh grip on her hair, she was astounded to feel his manhood still erect and unyielding within her mouth. She grimaced from the peculiar flavor of Typhon's semen, even going so far as to swallow it down to avoid having to taste it any longer, though the action failed to produce the exact results she wanted. The sight of the seamstress taking his seed down like that must've been a triumphant sight for the crude trapper. But it didn't matter, as she had no more answers for the situation besides to simply give him what he wanted, only hoping deep inside that it would be over before she knew it.

Even more terrifying to Elysia was the fact that the two cocks plunging erratically into her lower tunnels were actually doing something for her, as jolts of pleasure rhythmically coursed through her body every time one of the men pushed himself down to the hilt. Worst of all, she was helpless to do anything about it, knowing that if just one of the two farmers sandwiching her came, that the feeling of his hot gift spilling inside of her would make her cum in turn, again and again, perhaps however many times her system would allow whenever she was creampied in such a fashion.

Her rear entry still wasn't accustomed to this kind of treatment, however, and she'd instinctively tense up whenever the one behind her got too rough, squeezing around his shaft tightly every time he pulled back. Unfortunately, she was barely allowed to give too much concern as to what he was doing when the worker beneath her began to show signs of his impending climax by the force and speed of his thrusts, as well as an audible moan, and Elysia's eyes widened once more, wanting to say something in protest but finding herself muffled by Typhon's thick rod stuffing her mouth. "Mmmmmpphh!"

As the farmer plowing Elysia's cunt shot his load deep inside of her, the seamstress' body immediately tightened up before spiraling into a series of intense tremors, simply incapable of doing anything but spasming all throughout her incredible orgasm. She could feel the tip of his cock pressed tightly against her cervix, directly streaming his potent seed through her dilated opening to mix with Typhon's, and this sensation, combined with the aphrodisiac from earlier, drove the tailoress' libido to new heights. That warm, slightly ticklish feeling that she could do nothing about caused her to whimper and moan, even with her mouth still being used by Typhon, and before long Elysia found herself idly gyrating her hips as her slick interior continued to clamp down on Dimples, giving him good reason to stay inside for awhile and enjoy the warm, moist hospitality of her pussy while she was still dealing with the aftershocks of having cum that hard. Though sloppy, her cunny would provide a place where the man could feel good about having let it all out, considering all of the other men in Laerwick who would have killed to get a chance to father her child.

When the leader of the group recommended that the one previously pumping her ass move to empty himself into her womanhood as well, Elysia reached up to grab at the large man's hips and give him a pleading look, one that would go largely ignored, seeing as it did nothing to stop the eager farmhand behind her from slipping himself into her sopping cunt and coating her inner walls with yet another batch of sperm-laden liquid. Like clockwork, the odd feeling of it all caused her body to tremble for a few moments in another apparent orgasm, and she felt utterly humiliated to even so much as imply that these bums could satisfy her by making her cum this much--but they were, and although it was largely thanks to the drug given to her, the woman could still hear the laughter all around her, as her image was completely destroyed in front of this group of witnesses. Before their eyes, she was twitching, showing a side of herself that she would normally only show someone like Sorien, but now it was bared for a dozen of the common townsfolk to see.

There was little time for her to concern herself with such things, for when the two brothers began to take her at once, Elysia found that she was hardly ready for the energy and youthful vigor they began to exhibit through their dynamic pumping of her well-used orifices. "A-Aah, w-wait, n-not so fast... I-I... Kyaahh! Mmmpph!" Before she could get too many words in edgewise, Typhon thrust himself right back into her mouth, putting the poor girl back to work and letting her return to focusing on how to best keep him happy. Once more, her body seemed to find the sensation of the two rods pistoning in and out of it quite pleasurable, and as with before, the mixed feelings of physical ecstasy began to converge towards her center. She began to moan once she was given enough time to grow accustomed to the rapid motions of the siblings, finding that they actually did the best job thus far of pleasing her, perhaps having the capability to make the seamstress reach her peak at least two or three times, if only the one behind her had a little more stamina. It was almost as if he finished as quickly as he did in order to deny her, to tease Elysia and make her beg for him to stay a little longer, though she wasn't quite at that point just yet. It didn't help that the young man claiming her ass had released his first spurts into her colon, since that in itself was also a new kind of feeling for the dressmaker, who was only given a moment or two before the eager violator pulled out of her and proceeded to paint a messy pattern upon her rump with his sticky gift.

The ravaged beauty was still trying to deal with the strange feeling of being cummed in--and on--places she had never allowed anyone to defile before. Now it was being done against her will, and as if that wasn't enough, the next one in line was apparently very largely hung, and when he squeezed himself into her slightly gaping asshole, she cried out in pain, almost releasing Typhon's member from her mouth as she did so. "Hrmph! Mmmph! Rrrmph!" Elysia could only manage a few groans when the villageperson taking her from behind began to move, and at such a fast rate, obviously concerned with reaching his own climax over all else. How she could continue to take such a pounding from the man's immense girth without simply passing out was beyond her, as it was a challenge to find the anal reaming pleasurable with how rough and careless he was.

All she could do was try her best to focus on other things, which, unfortunately for her, was generally limited to the taunting crowd or the other two folk making use of her body. Of these, it was the youth who was probably causing her the most actual pleasure, and Elysia had just started trying to comfort herself with the rhythm of the sibling's tip rubbing steadily against her G-spot when he slathered its sensitive surface with his cum before depositing his remaining reserves deep inside of her, triggering yet another orgasm. She felt a tinge of disappointment, and it actually saddened her to know that he was done, for in just a few moments he was likely to be replaced by someone considerably larger in size, or worse, more brutal, such as the bloke pummeling her ass. All of this came with a dash of extra insult added to it as Typhon pulled out of her mouth and proceeded to cover her face and chest with his second load, further sullying her appearance before the hollering group. A few threads of the arrogant hunter's sticky seed were now dangling loosely from between the seamstress' bouncing jugs, and all she could do was bat an eye closed and turn her face away, though it did little to reduce the damage already done to her ego. When the youth who had been fucking her pussy was finally done and removed himself from her, several thick clumps of semen began to drip out steadily from between the tailoress' swollen petals, pitter-pattering onto the ground noticeably.

"A-Aaahn! Aah! Nnnhahh, n... n-no more!" Elysia's head was spinning at this point; though fatigue had seriously set in for her, she was given little time to rest as she was pulled back by her wrists, wincing as the one behind her drastically picked up the pace, and yelping as her cum-soaked visage and breasts were put on display for the audience of her fellow villagers. She barely even had the strength to cry out at this point, and seeing all of the johns who were still to take their turns was utterly disheartening for her, not to mention she had already cum more times than she could remember. When the largely hung man finally felt himself reach his limit and switched to plug her dripping cunny before filling it up, Elysia came for what she was pretty sure would be the last time, milking her partner's huge cock for all it was worth as her inner walls embraced his mighty shaft with a series of warm hugs, coaxing out as much of his juice as possible. Her eyes rolled up slightly as she shivered somewhat violently, feeling his batch of warm, milky fluid joining the others deep within. When he had thoroughly inseminated her to his satisfaction and pulled out, the violated artisan collapsed to the ground, heaving, trying to catch her breath in this moment of respite.

To her dismay, they had set her up to be something of a living target, nothing more than a cum receptacle as she was forced into the awkward position, with her cum-filled pussy gape exposed for all to take a shot at. Elysia whimpered and tried to muster the strength to say something in protest, but it was barely audible amongst the raucous laughter of the throng of villagers, and all she could do at this point was brace herself in anticipation of the incoming streams aiming for her pillaged flower. She squeezed her eyes shut as tears began to flow in earnest, simply hoping that this would be over soon, as the seconds felt like hours and, at times, even longer. Just when she was preparing herself for the long road ahead, most likely accompanied by a violation from the rest of the crowd, Elysia heard a loud voice, one that she knew... from somewhere.

A familiar form blurred into view as she managed to pry open one eye--the one that wasn't splattered with cum--to see what was going on, and before she could positively identify it, the hulking figure had moved into action, sending Typhon soaring over Elysia. The end of his flight was marked by a crashing sound and a rumbling sensation that she could only feel, as Alaric's angry face was finally made clear before her. Despite simply knowing that she was saved, from what she gathered of the man's prodigious strength, it didn't make it any easier for Elysia when he rushed to her side. Only hours earlier, she was trying to make the best impression possible, perhaps even to catch the eye of this aloof craftsman, and now she was... like this, in a condition and pose worse than she could have personally imagined. This pathetic state was the last kind of light she'd have wanted him to see her in, which capitalized on this humiliating ordeal. And yet, as disgusting as she felt, he still bothered to lift her up off the ground, cradling her cum-glazed form in his powerful arms. She began to whimper and sniffle, but the stress taking its toll on her body had already piled up to cause her to black out and go limp before she could break out into a pronounced bawl.

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When she finally came to, Elysia tensed at first, feeling a soreness down below, and a general aching that lingered upon her muscles. Slowly and with some difficulty, she sat up, taking in the peculiar sights all around her. Then the torrent of awful memories came over her like some kind of dark, haunting breeze, abruptly taking her state of mind from a relatively neutral one to that of near hysteria. Panicked, she quickly felt her own face and body before throwing aside the furs to check herself, parting her legs and simply hoping not to find any of the substance that had been pumped into her earlier. Though she failed to find any, the relatively recent thoughts of what she felt were too strong to ignore, and she was strangely thorough in how she checked, even going so far as to slide a finger inside, grimacing. She found nothing, but with the humiliating ordeal still fresh in her mind, the pale beauty could do little to hold back the flood of tears that eventually came streaming from her eyes, and she wept bitterly.

Elysia had cried to herself for quite some time before finally taking notice of the tanned woman in the corner, then finally made some kind of attempt to straighten herself, having grown increasingly self-conscious in the presence of another. Even then, the signs of mourning were still evident upon her otherwise lovely features, accompanied by the sunken feeling still lingering in her heart. She turned towards the mysterious woman, still sitting on the makeshift bed of sorts. "W... who are you? Where's... Alaric..." she asked, having trailed off towards the end when she considered that she would rather not have the man whom she held in such high esteem seeing her in such a miserable state--not that he hadn't already. For someone who was usually looked upon highly by her entire village, for the most part, this only made the embarrassment even worse as she was still trying to swallow the awful taste of her recent violation.
 
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Elysia: HP = 44, PP = 42, EP = 112, Status = Fine

The old woman, though she certainly noticed that Elysia had awakened, didn't approach her until she had checked herself for traces of her ordeal and gone through her weeping. Elysia found no trace of semen on or in her, and it seemed that whoever had cleaned her had done a thorough job. As the sobs wracked her body, the only acknowledgement that she received from her host were occasional glances in her direction, revealing a slightly wrinkled, dark skinned face and a pair of piercing violet eyes.

When Elysia acknowledged the woman, she promptly scooped up some of the stuff in the pot into a wooden bowl, grabbed a small wooden spoon, and came over to sit on a stool located beside the hammock in which Elysia was lying. Offering her a reassuring smile as she held out the bowl to the seamstress, the woman spoke in a voice that reminded Elysia of the sound that a frog made, "Don't fret child, I am Eartha. Alaric Thundersbane is at work this day, but he took you to me in the night after your ordeal and asked me to look after you. Here, you should eat something after all that has happened to you."

If Elysia looked into the bowl, she would find it filled with a stew that she couldn't quite identify the contents of, but which smelled fantastic. The woman continued to gaze at her expectantly with those piercing violet eyes, waiting for the seamstress to take the offered food rather than say any more.
 
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Elysia meekly nodded her thanks when the purple-eyed stranger offered her the bowl of soup, sighing and staring at its contents for a few moments. She felt a dull kind of emotional pain inside, a rather empty feeling, as if something utterly important had been taken from her. The girl was still quite devastated, and she was in no mood for having a meal, but ironically, like before, her body was telling her something else--that she was hungry, and needed to eat. It was disgusting to think that what she had been forced into the other night would cause her to work up this kind of appetite, but it couldn't be helped. Taking the spoon in hand, she slowly began to help herself to the stew, moving almost automatically in the way she hungrily took it down.

The seamstress had already gone halfway through the bowl before finally taking a breather to speak. "Thank you, Eartha. So Alaric Thunderbane is his name? As I expected, he is a kind man, far more than one may ever guess." Her strangely muted expression began to show cracks when she looked into the older woman's eyes. "Although to have burdened him, and you, like this, I... I-I should've... gone somewhere else, or confronted them on the bridge, maybe hid in a better place... w-waited for Alaric instead... a-anything! And now, I don't even know if I am with child! I mean, I don't even remember how many of them there were, and how many times they... t-they... uuuu..."

Squeezing her thighs together, she put on a pained look, pausing and holding the second wave of sorrow back from not wanting to embarrass herself further in front of this kind lady, then sniffed and wiped her eyes with the back of one hand. "The people of this village are far too kind. A far cry from my own, as was made apparent. Are they... I mean, Typhon and the others--are they gone from Blinlock? I wish to find and confront them, now that I know they'll stop at nothing to come after me. I ran but a week, and... this, is what happened. How foolish I was! If I had only stayed awake a little longer!" Elysia found herself getting worked up again, but managed to stop herself before she became too heated, giving the woman an apologetic look.
 
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Elysia: HP = 44, PP = 42, EP = 112, Status = Fine

Eartha smiled slightly as Elysia took the stew and began to eat, saying nothing until Elysia did. The food turned out to be both quite good and quite filling, and once Elysia had finished Eartha offered to take the bowl and spoon from her. “You are quite welcome child,” Eartha responded serenely after Elysia offered her thanks, “He is a gentle man and a gentleman to be sure,” she said in agreement, but then frowned darkly as Elysia began to reprimand herself for what had happened to her. “You stop that this instant!” she cried angrily, “Dwelling on things that you could have done better is no way for an artisan to think! And you are not responsible for the actions of those vile brigands!”

She settled back and eyed Elysia crossly for a moment before going on, “They left Blinlock the night that they attacked you. The sheriff and the local hunters are keeping their eyes out, and if any of them are sighted near to the village limits they’ll be greeted with rifles! They cannot hurt you now, and you are in no shape to confront them just yet. Wait a while and recover your strength, going to them in the state you’re in now would only be handing yourself to them. As for whether or not you were with child, there are things that can be done about that. It’s too early to tell yet, but a potion brewed from a select ion of herbs can ensure that you don’t become pregnant, and will cause you to miscarry the child if you are. I have none of what I need on hand, but I could make a draft for you if that is what you desire.” She settled back and eyed Elysia, awaiting an answer from her patiently.
 
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The tailoress idly took in large sips and bites of the soup until she had finished it all, not even noticing that she had done so until the bowl was empty. After finishing, she handed it back to Eartha, sighing and keeping her head bowed at the older woman's lecture. "I'm sorry. I can't help it... I just feel as if there was something that could have been done, even though I know that is not the case, and it is far too late now... perhaps, it is just that I wish it to be so!" Gripping her knees, she frowned, struggling with staying composed once again. Elysia's frame visibly trembled as she took in the reality of the situation. These nagging thoughts of self-doubt and blame plagued her mind, whether she wanted them to or not, and she would have liked nothing more than for them to simply stop.

Slowly looking up and listening intently, Elysia gave serious thought to the budding life that may be forming inside of her, and was suddenly hit with a pang of guilt when she seriously considered the woman's proposal. But to bear a painful, daily reminder of what happened to her, and having to look them in the eye... she just wasn't sure about that. Nor was she quite prepared to surrender her ambitions of finding Sorien and perfecting her art, which would all be due to the actions of some people from Laerwick, ironically the same village whose cult of a church wanted nothing more than for her to be with child. If she were to keep it out of guilt or obligation--that would be exactly what they wanted. For her to merely accept her fate, as nothing more than a vessel. "You're right--I suppose they'll be looking for me anyhow. As for the potion... I..."

A long period of silence passed before she produced an answer. Finally, she looked up with a more determined look in her eyes. "What is it that you need?"
 
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Elysia: HP = 44, PP = 42, EP = 112, Status = Fine

“Wishes are the stuff of fantasy, Elysia of Laerwick! Rather than wish that things had gone differently, do what is within your power to change your circumstances!” Eartha said as Elysia fought down another wave of negativity. “From you, I need only your consent,” Eartha replied to the seamstress’s question in a more subdued tone, “The hour was late when Alaric the blacksmith came to me with you, and I spent much of the night cleaning you up and finding a counterpoison to whatever the brigands that attacked you dosed you with. He remained with you the entire time, only departing with the dawn and the beginning of his day of work. I didn’t have time to gather the ingredients required for the potion while caring for you, but now that you are awake, do you feel as if you can move? I would take you to see him and then leave you in the care of another whom we both trust if you think you’re up to that. The creation of the potion will take much of the rest of the day, but it should be ready shortly before sunset.”
 
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"My power..." she echoed after Eartha, looking down at her own palms. Was she always this much of a fatalist? No, the owner of such skilled and capable hands was normally not one to feel this way. But the experience of feeling so helpless, subject to the whims and desires of all those men who had their way with her however they chose--and with it, the notion of being fast-tracked right back to the original fate that was meant for her, was no doubt disheartening for the young seamstress. What more could she have done? Those negative, nagging, and powerful feelings, irrational as they were, continued to chip away at Elysia's will to defy the traditions of Laerwick. After all, there were a hundred different reasons for her to just concede, to come to terms with what she was perhaps meant to be--perhaps it would have been less trouble for the people of Blinlock, as well as for her own mother. But in the face of this opportunity, the chance to once again flee her so-called fate and do what she, as a person, wanted to do, she had at least one reason not to give up. That one was enough, and she took it. "If it is just my consent that you need, you have it, and more," she replied firmly.

After hearing of Alaric's attention to her, Elysia blushed slightly, bowing her head in a mix of heartfelt gratitude and a lingering touch of embarrassment. After all, he had seen her naked body, her beautifully toned form that she would only have wanted him to see on her own terms, but now, that opportunity was stripped away by Typhon and his goons, as the smith's first sight of her most intimate areas were that of them in a ravaged, abused state. She couldn't help but feel more than just a little angry at this, but the opportunity for revenge would come. For now, she needed to focus on one thing--making sure that she could move.

"Can I move? I... well... of course I can!"

Her body was still a bit sore, and even a tad numb in some areas, but willing herself to stand, she found herself able to, especially with the newfound determination of escaping this fate in mind. "I-I'm fine. Thank you for all your help, Eartha. Have you seen my clothes or sewing kit anywhere? I remember leaving them beside Alaric's bed..."
 
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Elysia: HP = 44, PP = 42, EP = 112, Status = Fine

"Your clothes are here. Your sewing kit, however, is most likely still beside Alaric's bed. Fear not for it, he will well care for your things," Eartha replied evenly, and then produced Elysia's clothing from a small cabinet laying unnoticed until now against the wall. She handed Elysia her clothing and then helped her rise and dress herself if it appeared as if the seamstress required it. When they had done that, Eartha helped Elysia up and out of her small home, which turned out to be on the far edge of the village from where had entered. "Alaric was working for the tavernkeeper, Ogden, last I heard. We'll check for him there first."

The journey across the village, which would normally have been easy for Elysia, but with the ache between her legs the going was much more difficult for her than it normally would be. Eartha remained by her side, supporting her as they traveled down the road toward the tavern she had seen upon first entering Blinlock. The townsfolk that she passed either ignored them completely or gave them friendly smiles, though now bothered to speak more than a couple of words to either of them. As they neared the tavern, however, Elysia spotted an aging couple on a cart in which a lithe woman in dark leather armor and a female goblin sat, and beside which a man with a greathammer over his shoulder and glasses on his face. Eartha paid them no head, but Elysia could speak to him she so chose, and he was capable of them same.
 
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"I see... well, I suppose I should get going to properly thank him for somehow being the only good thing that's happened to me the past week--as well as yourself, Eartha," replied Elysia, who managed a smile when handed her clothes, then painfully got about to dressing herself. Though it was mainly her lower body, just about everything was still rather sore, as she had been tugged at from multiple directions the previous night, after all, the state of her body being a somewhat painful reminder of such. "Ogden... alright. Is this for carpentry, then?" If anything could help calm the seamstress down, it was talk of crafts and productivity, which Alaric himself proved quite capable of.

As she walked alongside Eartha, occasionally leaning on her for support, Elysia occasionally winced and grimaced, finding this normally simply journey to be more challenging than she had expected, at least under these particular circumstances. When they neared the tavern, she looked up at the cart with the group of people, the last three likely being adventurers, and exchanging glances for a moment, she then averted her eyes, soon finding them tearing up with how utterly humiliated she was. Needing an older lady to help her walk like this, as if she were many years past her actual age. It was somewhat devastating for the blue-haired beauty, who carried a sad look as she passed. Don't look at me, she thought. Please, don't stare, don't ask... it was bad enough having regular townspeople see her like this.
 
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Elysia: HP = 44, PP = 42, EP = 112, Status = Fine

Eartha smiled serenely at Elysia following her amendment and offered in a hopeful tone, "And certainly not the last of the good that will come to you in Blinlock!" After helping Elysia get dressed and starting her on the way out, Eartha answered the seamstress's question quickly, "Alaric's business is his own, but carpentry wouldn't be a bad guess given the location of his work this day."

As she traveled through the town, the man with whom she briefly shared a gaze held a sleeping goblin in his arms, barely larger than a child, and given his somewhat fearsome looking blue, black, and red armor it was an odd sight indeed. His gaze followed her briefly before he turned toward the couple he had ridden with and vanished from Elysia's vision for a moment as she looked away, before reappearing once more with the goblin in his arms and the dark-clad woman tailing after him, their unhindered movements meaning that they preceded Elysia into the tavern. Eartha payed them no more than a glance as she helped Elysia over to the doorway, a slight frown creasing her dark wrinkled features.

The strange man was seen once again going up the stairs, his companions still with him, and Eartha led her over to the tavernkeeper, Ogden. He greeted her with a welcoming smile and said, "Eartha! I hadn't expected you today!" He spotted Elysia and his expression dropped, and as they approached Eartha offered him a wan smile and said, "Good day Ogden. Where is Alaric? I had heard that he worked here this day from the man's own lips." Ogden didn't hesitate to reply, "He's in the back in the kitchen, working on fixing it up for me after a little accident with the fire." Eartha offered him a nod and nudged Elysia in that direction, but before they could get anywhere the strange man they'd seen coming into town approached them, the girl with dark hair and clothes staying a ways back and smiling pleasantly to Elysia and Eartha as the man addressed them.

He started by offering them a polite bow, but as he spoke Elysia detected a hint of nervousness in his voice, ""Excuse me... I apologize for being extremely nosy, but... Is there something wrong? It looked as if you were wounded, and I... I do have a talent in healing, as well as a contact with a woman who can possibly cure any illness... Again, I'm very sorry if I'm being rude, but I saw you limping..." Eartha turned toward the man immediately when he spoke and frowned slightly at him for a moment before she asked, "What is your name, young man?"

Despite his earlier nervousness, the man replied to Eartha's question firmly, "My name is Bakan Jeru." He bowed low from the waist to the two of them while resting the handle of the two handed hammer that he carried on the ground. When he straightened, the man named Bakan was clearly making an effort to appear as non-threatening as possible. Eartha meanwhile was looking at Elysia, allowing her to choose how much to reveal to this man.
 
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Elysia couldn't help but feel even more self-conscious when she took note of Ogden's expression, bowing her head as if to hide her face. How many people knew? Would they see her as some kind of whore who was 'asking for it' by abandoning her village the way she did, or did the tavernkeeper get to hear Typhon's side of the story first? The slew of bad thoughts, irrational as they were, remained implacable as they made their course through the seamstress' mind. Though when she heard that Alaric was but several steps away, the blue-haired beauty fought back a blush and found most of the horrible notions plaguing her washed aside. Here was a man who had offered her shelter, food and rest when she needed, without asking, and even saved her after the group of thugs, men from her village nonetheless, broke into -his- home for the purpose of taking her. There wasn't a man in Laerwick with that kind of heart, or so Elysia felt, not besides Sorien perhaps, and even he was different in his own way. And so she found herself somewhat excited to see him again, but her body froze when Eartha nudged her. Why wouldn't it move?

Then it dawned on her; the more she thought about it, the more her nerves would take over. How would he look at her? Would it be the same way Ogden did, or many others, with the pity that she was already tired of? The amount of worry, she found, was unexpectedly and truly paralyzing. A man who she basically owed her life to, and then some, and yet now she suddenly lacked the confidence to approach him, as if it were ripped off of her the way Typhon did her undergarments the night before. Except that in this case, her self-esteem wasn't quite as easy to recover. Every time she thought she had a proper grip on it, it would slip through her hands at the most inopportune of times. A frustrating thing, it was.

She was caught in the middle of her blushing, worried state when the bespectacled man approached her and made his inquiry, to which she took a moment to register, as she was fairly deep in the flood of thoughts at the time. "A-Ah... uhm, hello." She let the stranger fully introduce himself before making her response. Not wanting to be incredibly rude, she decided to at least return the favor. "I am Elysia Arkwright. No, I... I-I'm fine, really--it's but a bit of... soreness, not the kind of injury your magics would cure, I am certain. And my injury lies not in a place that I am willing to share that easily with just any man--no offense." Perhaps she had accidentally let on more than she had originally intended. But no use hiding it, anymore. After all, he did see her limping and likely being extra fragile around the hip area. Elysia didn't quite know what to make of this man's charitable gesture, though it was somewhat comforting to know that there were others who at least appeared to care. "...I do appreciate the offer, however."
 
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Elysia: HP = 44, PP = 42, EP = 112, Status = Fine

The stranger, Bakan, shifted his feet and scratched his nose, apparently somewhat put-off by Elysia's response. Still, he continued in a marginally more subdued manner, "I'm not sure I understand what you mean, but... When you say 'any man,' do you mean my gender is an issue? I mean no offense to you, and I am really sorry if I do seem unbearably nosy and rude, but... I know a sorceress who can relieve soreness... From... From personal experience..." His cheeks alighted slightly, and as his nervousness became apparent given that his next words were delivered haltingly, "I'll leave you be if that won't do either... It's just in my nature... And well... You didn't appear well... Yet again, I am deeply sorry for causing you aggravation for not minding my own business."
 
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"No, it's not so much that--well, I suppose it is, in it's own way." Elysia exhaled deeply as her thoughts briefly touched onto the only two men that she would willingly allow to treat her most private areas in such a manner--the fact that one of them was just a few feet away and behind a door or two had her even more distracted from the current conversation. She noticed the man's own blush after having mentioned the sorceress, and couldn't help but raise a brow at this, putting on a slightly skeptical look afterwards. "Believe me, Bakan, it is not your apparent helpfulness that I find offputting. Please, if anything, don't change that aspect of yourself... the world needs more of it. But what I mean to say is no, I am not well--though my worst pain is not like that of a typical wound. Only time can truly heal it."

The more she thought about Alaric, the more impatient Elysia would find herself, and her heart began to race, especially with the pauses that one in front of her seemed to take between statements. Her mind still being in the volatile state that it was, the helpful stranger would soon find her voice taking on a considerably more distressed bend to it. He didn't seem like the sharpest type, but to have someone, anyone know the story from her angle, was enough.


"How else must I explain this... Bakan. Do you find me pretty?" Regardless of whether or not he delivered a timely response, she went on. "So did twelve men last night--and they took it upon themselves to have things their way, with or without my consent, as a drug was forced into me. I may be with child right now, though I am uncertain, and will change that soon to keep the poor thing from a most terrible life, and so that both mother and child may avoid a 'fate' imposed upon me by the religious fanatics of my home town. The real pain I bear is not physical, do you understand?! If anything... anything, I just want to be held... by the man I love!" she continued, whimpering towards the end of her confession as tears welled up in her eyes.
 
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Elysia: HP = 44, PP = 42, EP = 112, Status = Fine

A look of horror came over the man's face as Elysia briefly recited her tale, a look mirrored on the face of the woman standing some distance off. A moment after she had finished, Bakan clenched his teeth and turned his look of horror into one of blind, mindless rage. Through his clenched teeth, Bakan simply said; "Tell me what they looked like."

After Elysia gave them descriptions, the man spun on his heal and called for his companion loudly, "CORY! LET'S PUT AN END TO THEM!!! For ridding Elysia of her peace, I will put them all to eternal rest!" Making his violent intent toward Typhon and his cronies quite known by the hatred evident in his voice, Bakan and his companion departed from the mostly empty tavern. A moment after he and the woman had left the tavern, the goblin that she'd seen him carrying came bounding down the stairs with a club in her hand and a very confused look on her face. Eartha watched the two of them go with a stoic look on her face for a moment before turning to Elysia and saying, "Come, let us go and see how Alaric fares."

Leading Elysia through a wide set of double doors and into what was clearly a kitchen, the massive frame of Alaric Theothelm, whom Eartha had called Thundersbane, was easily distinguishable even as he knelt beside a burned out hearth, hard at work replacing the boards that had been damaged by a fire. Though his work was loud and he had his back turned to them when they entered, the blond blacksmith glanced over his shoulder at Eartha and Elysia as they entered the kitchen. He lowered his hammer, a common carpenters hammer that he had likely crafted himself, and then rose to greet them.

His voice boomed out smoothly and calmly, "Eartha," he nodded in greeting to the old woman before turning his sights upon Elysia. "Elysia, it is good to see you up and about. Are you..... Recovering well from your ordeal?" It had been clear from Alaric's pause that he had been about to ask something along the lines of "alright" but had thought better of it at the last second.
 
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Elysia was breathing heavily by the time she was finished with her disclosure, as if she had been physically spent from running several miles, except that in this case her exhaustion was more emotional than anything. How many times would she have to tell this story? And to realize that it was this draining just to think about... was rather frightening, really. Regardless, she gave her a brief rundown of the descriptions of her rapists when asked about it, hardly thinking much of the significance of this action when Bakan responded to it with a degree of zeal she was less than prepared for.

Really, this had caught her off-guard. She wasn't quite expecting such a strong reaction from such an otherwise bashful man, at least as far as first impressions went. The seamstress could only muster a somewhat worried look as Bakan and his travelling companion marched right out of the tavern, followed not long afterwards by the goblin. After an odd pause, then a sigh, Elysia shook her head to herself. "What an idiot... Perhaps a helpful and kind one, but an idiot nonetheless," she commented, even exhibiting traces amounts of a smirk before looking up at Eartha and nodding. "A-Ah, you're right... I suppose I should..." As her thoughts quickly turned back to him, she couldn't help but blush once again as the mix of good thoughts and worry quickly made its way through the tailoress' mind.

After she entered the room, Elysia could only stare for a few moments at the man's hulking frame. She had almost forgot how intimidating he could be--that, or it was just the massive wave of self-consciousness that returned to wash over her in full. Though, as much as her body would have her stand there and behold him, she knew better, and after a delay of a few seconds the girl was finally able to respond properly. "Y-Yes, I'm doing much better... with Eartha's help of course..." She stepped forward a few times, her hands clasped together. "Alaric, I just have to say... thank you. I mean, for everything. Your kindness is... a-ah..." Tears began to roll down her cheeks once again without her noticing. "I-I'm sorry, I'm just... excuse me," she stuttered, using her forearm to wipe her face. As strong as she would have liked to be, she simply couldn't right now, not with the only one here who saw what actually happened. Running forward, she hugged him tightly and wept.
 
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Elysia: HP = 44, PP = 42, EP = 112, Status = Fine

Eartha made no comment in response to Elysia's opinion of Bakan, but she thought that she saw the old woman smirk slightly out of the corner of her eye as they headed into the tavern's kitchen. Later, Alaric stood somewhat impassively before Elysia as she stuttered through her response to him, remaining still as the abused seamstress slowly edged toward him. "You owe me no thanks Elysia. I could have done no less than what I did. In the face of the acts of those... Men.... I could not have left you with them." He had pronounced the word "men" with a great deal of distaste, and Elysia had not missed the scowl that briefly crossed the massive blacksmith's features as he thought of what Typhon and his goons had done to her, but his features softened as he saw the tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

Her sudden rush toward him didn't seem to surprise Alaric in the slightest, and the man didn't budge an inch as Elysia collided into his massive chest and began to weep. What he did do was wrap his arms around her in turn and softly stroke her hair, his warm breath washing over the top of her head. Breaking from his usual gruffness, Alaric softly whispered, "It'll be alright.... You'll be alright...." at her as he clutched at her tightly, making no move to push her away even after she had finished weeping.
 
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Her sobbing muffled by his hefty chest, Elysia sunk into him in the embrace, feeling all the tension that had been quietly collecting since stepping outside finally leaving her. The uneasy stares of the villagers and travelers had built a heavy emotional load upon the shoulders of her psyche, having an especially painful effect upon someone who was generally accustomed to being the town beauty. But to have someone who knew and perhaps even understood her before the tragedy, someone who was familiar with the Elysia that she sought to restore with all her enthusiasm and love for crafts, was not just a huge reprieve from her emotional torment, but a pillar of stability upon which she could rely on, at least for now. With that, the burden she was carrying was lifted off of her, seeping out in the form of her tears, which really expressed relief more than actual sorrow at this point. It took her a while to finally let go, but when she did, a vulnerable look crossing her features as she glanced up at the hulking blacksmith.

"Eartha is preparing a potion for me, so... while waiting, I was going to ask if there was anything I could do or see around town. Or, if I could perhaps stay at your place, for another night, maybe to help with the repairs? It's the least I could do for causing you such trouble. I-I... I'll stay awake... and wait for you to return properly this time." She attempted a meek smile despite herself.
 
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