/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>>152145

the first one will lead to a gender apocalypse, so first one is better.

nobody will be able to outbreed rabbit, roach, and mouse girls. and radfems dont breed often.

Goddamnit OP, I was going to take the day off from writing today, but now I HAVE to because you gave me an idea. Fuck you, I'm going to end up spending all day writing this now. It is going to be a bit cliche though, so don't get your hopes up too much.

>You were a young boy growing up in the Paladindu capital, Duskbreach Keep.

>It is a massive city, surrounded by massive walls that seem to reach to the sky, and stretches out wide enough to hold even the serfs and farmers in it's stony embrace. A massive marble castle towered over the city directly in the center of the walls. The clean white bricks adorned with silver trimming and blue banners that fluttered in the breeze.

>Duskbreach is separated into various districts formed in concentric circles that surrounded the castle Duskbreach lie in the center. Directly encircling that was the Silver district, where the homes of the political elite, wealthy merchants, and other well to do people lie. The next was the commercial district, where shops, taverns, and workshops, and traveling merchants peddles their wares day and night. The next district was the common district, where the common man lived, this was one of the largest and densely packed districts, and some small taverns and shops are interspersed here to take advantage of the crowded population. The final and outermost district is the earth district, where the farmers tended their lands and lived in their simple huts, towered over by massive keep's walls.

>You were born to a simple family of farmers, your parents were down to earth, hard working people.

>Wanting more to come out of your life than toiling in fields to the grave, your father, taking advantage of an old friend he had in the military, manages to get you recruited as a squire.

>Since then, your days have been spent studying the word of God, toiling around the barracks for the convenience of your appointed Knight, and spending every moment of free time in between training your body to its limits.

>For one day at the end of the week, Squires are allowed a day of rest.

>Many Squires take advantage of this opportunity to goof off and romp around the town, but your appointed Knight, your dad's friend, Kennith, who had managed to allow you in, spends this time training and teaching you about combating the terrible menace that taints this world.

>Monsters, grotesque beings from the depths of the most terrible nightmares. Those that had long shunned God, and spat in the face of his beloved creation.

>You are now a young man, not quite old enough to see battle, but old enough to be given more serious responsibilities.

>You sat in an unused war room, your master lecturing you as you both sat on some spare stools, "Monsters are vastly different from man, my boy. They have no concept of honor, no mercy, and no remorse." He stated grimly, as he stroked his short neatly trimmed beard. "Not only that, but most all species of monsters boast super human strength, on top of various other abilities that make them extremely dangerous to engage in battle."

>"It isn't uncommon for even our most experienced warriors to face off against a single monster, only to be defeated and dragged off into the shadows, never to be seen again.

>You sit on your stool, intently listening to Kennith. Your mind begins to wander, imagining heart pounding battles between a Paladindu clad in glorious silver armor, adorned with a polished silver 8 sided star, the holy symbol of your God. The Paladindu is fiercely facing off against a hulking beast of shadows, numerous heads with black teeth like daggers striking at the stalwart holy warrior. The beast is quick, but the Paladindu blocks a blow with his hulking tower shield before swiftly dodging another he-.

>"ANONSON!" Kennith snaps in front of your face, snapping you out of your day dreams. Kennith chuckles warmly, "I guess taking in the details of all these monsters at once can get a bit boring sometimes." He sighs, "Go on kid, it'll be a while before you ever see combat, it won't hurt you to take the day off this week." He playfully ruffles your hair and hands you a small satchel of coins before shooing you out of the room.

>You run off, away from the military district that lie on the outer boundaries of the castle.

>While Kennith was like a second father to you, you hadn't seen your blood kin in months, and decide to use your time to reunite with them, maybe even enjoy a hot meal that didn't consist of dried rations.

>>152145

The big question is, are the sites allowed in the monster girl side or not?

>>152168

>the sites

The siths.

>>152166

going to avoid using P-A-L-A-D-I-N in this story because I'm trying to keep a somewhat serious tone and the and I forgot about the word filter and it isn't helping. I'll just say holy warrior, or maybe crusader if that isn't filtered.

>After a brisk walk through the various districts, you see the walls looming in the distance as the congestion of buildings clears up into rolling green fields, crops swaying in the gentle spring breeze.

>Spying a a familiar ramshackle home that was built against the wall in the distance, you break out into the run.

>"Father! Mother!" you see your parents lift their heads up from their field work, smiles stretching widely at the sight of their child running towards them.

>"Son! I haven't seen you in ages!" your father muses as your mother tightly embraces you.

>"It feels like I haven't held my baby boy in ages!" she says through tearful eyes.

>"It's only been about 3 months mother." you chide playfully.

>"3 months too long son, but I can see you've grown more into a strong young man." your dad says with a hint of pride, "Kennith has written letters, and has only said good things about your training, I'm so proud of you son." Your face burns red.

>"Please, little Anon, stay awhile, the supper I've prepared should be done by now. A growing boy needs to eat well." mom says as she walks off to the house.

>"I'll join with you in a moment, son, I just gotta finish tending these crops before I head in."

>You enter the humble home as the warmth of the hearth beings easing your body, the smell of a hearty stew gently clings to your nostrils.

>As mother serves you a bowl of stew, she inquires you about your training.

>Between mouthfuls of food, you begin telling her all about your day to day routines, and the small events of interest that happened occasionally.

>You tactfully avoid telling her about the extra lessons Kennith was giving you as not worry her.

>Finishing the bowl, you notice the sun is setting and you bid her farewell, hugging her warmly and walking outside.

>As you do you see your dad still toiling in the fields, "Leaving so soon son? Sorry I didn't come in, I've been trying to get rid of these nasty roots that seem to have grown under part of this field." He grunts the last part as he continues hacking his tool in a hold of dirt.

>You tell him it's getting late and you have to head to the barracks soon so the captain doesn't have your head.

>Your dad chuckles and tells you goodbye, before reminding you to write more.

>You look at the sky and notice that you still have a few hours of sunlight left before you have to go back.

>You decide to walk around the keep's walls, enjoying the clashing duality of a massive artificial construct, and the green countryside.

>Before even walking too far from your home, you notice an old small shack, it's construction so worn that you wonder if it could even stand up if it wasn't leaning up against the stalwart keep wall. It's an old tool shack, it was used by your grandparents, but has since been abandoned when your dad built one as an addition to the home.

>You fondly remembering hiding in here as a small child whenever the local bully's chased after you, or when your child problems seemed like the most intimidating thing in the world and wanted to feel safe.

>Filled with nostalgia, you gently open the door, dust settling off the planks of wood. Apparently no one has touched this in years.

>As you carefully swing the rickety door open, an old musty miasma pervades your senses and you cough slightly before covering your nose and walking inside.

>>152177

PaIadin

>>152171

Just pretend the palanigger capital is in Detroit.

>>152177

>As you carefully step inside, you see broken and thoroughly rusted farming tools lying on the ground, their racks long since broken from rot.

>You reach the back wall, which consists of the rough hewn stone bricks that make the keep. turning a corner you go into the deepest part of the small tool shed.

>You see the small little compartment you would tuck yourself away in. It's inconspicuous enough that even if someone where to come looking for you in here, they most likely wouldn't see you.

>You attempt to crawl back inside before realizing only half of your body fits now, you guess you aren't a little boy anymore.

>As you struggle to crawl back out of the tight squeeze, your bare knee scrapes something hard under the displaced dirt floor.

>Curious you lean close to see what it is.

>You carefully use your hand to brush away more of the dirt, revealing sturdy treated wood planks that were of a harder wood than the shack.

>Redoubling your efforts, you attempt to uncover more of the enigma, eventually exposing the ends, girded with a simple steel handle on one side and hinges on the other. It's a trap door!

>A sense of discovery speeds your heart beat, how long has this been here!? Surely long since before your childhood, how did I never find it before?

>Truly this shack would remain a wonder even to this day, you experimentally tug on the handle, hearing a slight shift of the earth as the packed dirt that encased the door loosened up.

>After a bit more effort you finally manage to open it revealing a ladder that descended deeper than you thought a simple cellar should be.

>Still high off the sense of discovery, you feel no fear slipping into the compartment legs first, draping them down the hatch before carefully climbing down the into the darkness.

>It was a shockingly long climb, but your feet eventually hit the ground. Your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness as you grope around somewhat blindly to see a long passageway with rough-hewn brick walls that had become smooth with age and exposure to moisture.

>Walking down the passageway, the bricks slowly transition into a hard packed dirt tunnel supported by treated wood beams. After several minutes of walking pass you are about to give up when you see a faint light further down.

>Spurred on, you being to break out into a cautious run, before finding all too soon finding yourself under the reddening sky, a fresh breeze wafting on your face.

>You wonder where you are when you look behind you to see the cave you exited, before noticing just over the hill a large wall in the distance, and a white spire piercing the sky.

>You're outside the castle walls…

>>152187

>No no no no, you can't be here, this is illegal! In order to keep the Capital safe, the law forbid's it's citizens to be out of the walls unless accompanied by a sufficiently ranked Knight whom is properly trained in holy magicks, or a specially licensed mercenary. Merchants exporting and importing goods must pay exorbitant fines and go through a thorough screening process to keep all manner of demon tainted items and creatures out.

>If someone learned you were out here, you would be executed for treason and heresy. They might even punish your master, Kennith, or even your family!

>Your fears quiet down, as you realize that this passage was obviously long forgotten, at worst, someone would just see you stumble out of an old tool shed and think the heavy dust made you pass out.

>Yes, this will be fine, we can just head back now and no one will know you had gone.

>But your curiosity and justifications had emboldened your adventurous spirit. No one will know I was even gone, I might as well explore a bit. Surely monsters wouldn't be this close to the keep. It should be safe.

>You here a rustling in a nearby bush, freezing you in place, you slowly without moving your head look over to see two small horns sticking out the top of the bush.

>It's a demon! You draw out your dagger, as the steel sings a short verse as it slides out of its sheathe, steeling yourself to fight for your life.

>The small horns duck into the bush as you hear the rustling move away from you. This leaves you wondering what that was all about before you realize it probably saw you come out of the cave!

>CURSES! If that demon went back to its horde and told people about this passage, the city would be overrun! You're about to run back to the capital to warn them about the impending invasion before you realize you would have to tell them about how you left the passage, and would be executed for leaving the walls and revealing a security breach to the monsters!

>You curse yourself under your breath, as you begin to chase off after the monster. You grip onto your small blade tightly as you weave through the woods, closely following the rustling of your interloper.

>You see a black horned blur dashing behind the trees and follow it, noticing that you've backed into the corner of a sheer cliff face. Perfect, there's nowhere it can run now.

>You brandish your blade with grim determination, as you see the demon is a small humanoid form, facing away from you, desperately scanning the rock wall for a way to escape.

>You hear it breath heavily, gasping for breath. It sounds… lighter and higher pitched that you would think for a hellspawn. As you approach, the demon quickly turns around and faces you.

>You stop in shock.

>It's a young girl, no older than you.

>She had long flowing black hair that shone in the setting sun capped by short stubby white horns, a face that was shockingly cute, with soft delicate features. Her pale skin was smooth and flawless, and her eyes though the sclera were pitch and her pupils glowed red, they were wide and glistened moistly, fear apparent in their expression.

>Looking down you notice she's wearing black leather armor, almost similar to what holy knight scouts and rangers wear, but, so revealing it was practically just a couple of belts and bandoliers! Your face glows as you noticed how exposed this surprisingly beautiful demon was. This didn't make any sense, you were always told all demons were grotesque, hideous beasts!

>Noticing your hesitation your quarry musters up a bit of courage, "What are you waiting for?" her voice despite her fearful tone, clear and melodious like wind chimes, "Y-you've caught me, will you not kill me and get it over with? O-or are you going to take me to your dungeons and torture me?!" Her face struggling to keep a brave appearance, only serving to make her look cute.

>Did she think you were a full fledged knight? You were wearing your squire attire after all, which bore the emblem of your God. And this is a demon, surely her strength and razor claws could easily rend me in two. Perhaps this is a trick?

>Your body breaks into a cold sweat as you realize you are not the one who trapped the demon, but she has trapped you! You forgot how monsters were known to almost always kidnap their victims, no doubt to use them in their unholy sacrificial ceremonies to their false pagan gods!

>You turn around and break out into a desperate sprint, almost immediately slamming into something solid and blacking out.

>>152197

I am excite. Are you gonna toss it on pastebin once you're done?

>>152183

Live free or die!

Muslims and Paladykes would team up and just fuck our shit up.

>dogs, monkeys, pigs are haram, so expect a second Holocaust from Muhammad's merry band of jihadists where several monster girls and Jews and Black humans will die or be enslaved

>Paladykes hate men and women who do more than them, so expect a Holocaust of everyone else

Fuck, I'll take a fucking monster queen so the two most fucked up cults won't destroy humanity.

>>152197

>You regain consciousness, your head pounding and your thoughts blurry, your world a black void.

>Suddenly the void washes with blurs of color, mostly red, splotches of dark green, and black and white blob in the corner of your vision.

>You try to remember what happened, or what was going right now. You try to say something, anything, but all that escapes your lips is a long groan.

>You feel a startlingly cold splash of water against your face, shocking you upright and the world coming into focus.

>You look around and see you're in a small clearing in the woods, a small stream babbling gently. The sky is deep red, the sun is setting and it'll be dark soon.

>It'll be dark soon! I need to get back for head count! It all comes rushing back to you, THE DEMON!

>Wait why aren't you tied up? Last thing you remember, the demon had a friend who apparently knocked you unconscious from behind. Then where did-

>"Oh thank god, you're awake!" You hear a familiar gentle voice chime. "I was worried you had done some permanent damage when you ran into that tree,"

>Your heart races and you see the demon from earlier beside you, hands on her knees as she leans in close to you.

>"S-stay back! Vile demon! You can use charm spells all you want, but you won't fool me! I know your true nature!" You unsheathe your dagger once more and point it at the small girl, who leaps back in in shock. Wait, when did your dagger get back in your sheathe?

>"That's pretty rude to point a knife at a lady who looked after you while you were out cold!" She pouts, holding her hands on her hips indignantly. But then her lips quiver into a small smile as she hides her reddening cheeks in her hands. "Wait, did you just saying I'm charming?"

>"I have studied your kind for years! I know you use dark magicks most foul to don a beautiful appearance, and use your charm to underhandedly fool lesser men to their doom!" Your hands still point the blade towards her, your hands shaking. If her illusion is this powerful, what other powerful spells would she unleash?

>"O-oh gosh…" the horned girl said shyly, hands on her burning cheeks as she swayed innocently. "A cute boy like you has never said I was beautiful before, or thought I was powerful enough to use magic either…"

>"Wait, you can't use magic?" Your grip grew steady, realizing this monster might truly be just a weak and foolish fledgling, how else would it explain that you were still alive and free? But no, she can't be much younger than you, and even the other recruits with an abysmally low aptitude wouldn't be THIS dense. Wait, did she just call you cute?

>"I didn't know humans could be so sweet! And to someone like me…" She says, a genuine smile on her lips and her eyes watering.

>Her words wrench your heart, looking down at the ground you start panicking, what is going on!? This isn't like any monster you had learned about in Kenneth's tutelage!

>You feel a soft hand tenderly grasp your own, you look up and see the girl directly in front of you. Her red eyes are wide, and shine like an intricately cut ruby in the night sky. You feel your heart skip a beat as you feel her look into your eyes with her gentle stare.

>"My name is Magdalene, my friends call me Maggy." She said, her face glowing pink, "…But you can call me anything, if you want." He lips quiver nervously.

>You nervously wrap a hand on top of hers, unsure of how else to react at this point and just let common courtesy take over. "N-nice to meet you Ms. Magdalene, my name is Squire Anonson."

>She lets out a small gasp of surprise, her face now a deep red. "I didn't know humans could be so polite, you must be very special."

>You look up to the sky and see it is growing rapidly darker, you start to get antsy. "I-it was lovely meeting you, Miss, but I really have to go or I'll be executed, or even worse: dishonorably discharged!"

>"Oh goodness! I didn't mean to keep you!" She helps you up and almost seems to struggle to lift you.

>You begin to sprint back to the cave before you hear Magdalene shout, "W-wait! Can I see you again?"

>Manners still taking hold of the wheel, you blurt out, "S-Sure! I'm free the same day next week!" You gain back control, and clasp your mouth shut. What the hell are you DOING!?

>With child like glee, the small demon jumps, "Yay!" before hiding her face in her hands again, "I-I mean, okay… thank you… so much… so I-I'll see you again right?"

>"Y-you too!" you sprint back to the cave, sweating bullets, your mind racing.

>>152233

>"Y-you too!"

Thank you, writefag. I wanted spaghetti for dinner, how did you know?

>>152166

>>152177

>>152187

>>152197

>>152233

I like this greentext.. It's a nice fuckin' greentext.

Keep it up man!

>>152274

>>152275

>No, I wish, that story was also diabetes in a can, I hope he finishes some day.

>My last story was in the bully thread

Shit, I accidentally the POV, I'm sorry… reposting

>>152208

As soon as I get around pastebinning the 2 other stories I have on other threads because I'm fucking lazy

>>152241

Diabetes is my signature, see if you can find the story I just finished on one of the other threads with that

>>152233 (You)

>You blindly sprinted through the dark passageway, stumbling on loose cobblestones and glancing off the rough walls.

>Your mind was going even faster, did you succumb to a charm spell so easily? If so why did she just wait for you to wake up instead of dragging you off to the horde's camp?

>Nearly running into the ladder, you scramble back up and out into the musty old tool shed.

>You bolt out the shed and start legging it even faster, your lungs burning with the fury of hellfire, and you rush through the street towards Duskbreach Castle.

GONG

>Oh no! The 8:00 pm bell! I only have about 30 more seconds!!

GONG

>Daggers shoot through your lungs, your legs feel like they're going to snap

GONG

>You can see the barracks in the distance!

GONG

>Almost there…

GONG

>Your legs are starting to give out, you feel like you're going to collapse

GONG

>You speed through the training yard, before bursting through the barracks door and stand by your bed at attention

GONG

>Oh thank God, you made it. You're sweating bullets, each breath sends pins and needles through your abused lungs. Your sides cramp, making it increasingly difficult to stand at attention.

>The Captain enters the barracks, with the same stern expression he always wore, all the time.

>You don't think you've seen him so much as smirk, or even angry come to think of it. But that was probably because his default seemed to be angry.

>The Captain gave the headcount before walking to the end of the room, his posture achingly perfect, down to the tenth of a degree.

>"I hope you have a good rest today, young soldiers, you have another long week of training ahead of you." His voice calm yet still booming. He begins walking down the aisle observing each Squire as he walked towards the exit.

>Oh God, he's stopping right in front of me, God help me, HE KNOWS. His eyes bore into my very soul, he can see the sins that stain it!

>"I like your hustle recruit, Anonson, was it?" He says bluntly

>I swallow the lump in my throat, "Y-yes sir…"

>He firmly slaps my back, nearly throwing me to the ground, "You all could learn from Mr. Anonson here! While you all were goofing off, Mr. Anonson here was still training! The love of God and His sovereign kingdom burns brightly in his heart!" I could feel the other squires burn into me with their glares. "Keep up the good work, soldier, and you might be wearing my badge some day." He gives me a slight smile. Oh God please stop smiling, it's even scarier than he usually is. "GOOOOD NIGHT SOLDIERS, WE WAKE UP AT 4 AM. SHARP!!!

>As soon as the Captain leaves, the other squires mutter curses and my name under their breath for making them look bad.

>I don't even bother taking my sweat drenched uniform off and pass out as soon as my corpse hits the mattress.

>>152283

I accidentally fucked up the POV in the last part, and fucked everything up trying to fix it and panicked, I'm sorry

Let's just pretend I didn't fuck up the POV and fuck up even worse trying to fix it. Moving on.

>>152284

>The next week was the same as usual, wake up, warm up exercises, daily church service, breakfast, training, lessons, sparring, prayer, more training, dinner, and waiting on your Knight's hand and foot at every moment of free time.

>Except you could see the shadows of guilt lingering in the corners of your mind, my sins burning at the back of my head.

>The week seems to drag on forever, but it's finally almost over, and you're sparring with Kenneth, he knocks you off your feet a lot more often than usual.

>"Anonson, whats wrong with you today!? The monsters out there will tear you apart if you space out on the battlefield like that!" As if to make his point he makes a swipe at my legs.

>You feel your legs fly sideways, the world flipped, you tasted dirt.

>You absent-mindedly push yourself up off the ground, Kenneth walks over and places the back of his hand over your forehead. "You don't have a fever, but you feel kind of clammy…" He looks at you with concern, before rubbing his beard and humming thoughtfully. "You've been out of sorts for an entire week, is there something wrong you're not telling me son?"

>You keep thinking about the demon girl you met, you can't stop thinking about her. You've been worried all week that she cast SOMETHING on you, have you been enthralled? Will she control your body and make you kill your friends and loved ones!? All because you had to break the law! Why did you have to do something so stupid!?

>"Anonson, don't think of me as your master for now, okay?" Kenneth grins genuinely, "I never told you this, but my wife… is barren. We've tried for years to have child and it's broken our hearts." his face darkens, but he stays strong and still smiles. "What I'm trying to say, Anonson, is that to me, you're like the son I could never have." He tears up a bit but he soldiers on, "You can tell me about anything that's bothering you, I won't judge you harshly. Just think of me like your second father okay?"

>The guilt is too much for you, and your lunch splatters at your feet.

>"…I think I see whats going on, don't worry about it okay son? Head off to the infirmary and get some sleep, we can talk about this later."

>You begin to feel light headed, and move your feet one in front of the other. You're not quite sure how, but you somehow end up in the infirmary before collapsing at the entrance.

>You wake up in a soft bed, the sun shining softly through the stain glass windows.

>As your vision focuses, you can hear Kenneth talking with the physician, you can just barely make out what they're saying. Kenneth is saying… something, and then the physician sounds like he's realizing something, before laughing? What's so funny…

>The physician notices you're awake and walks over to your bedside. She's an older woman, a bit pudgy, but most of it in her hips and thighs. The uniform she wears is modest, as is all Duskbreach regalia, but her obscenely large bosom seems to threaten to split it open at the seams with every motion.

>"Ahh, the little soldier is awake, we were so worried when we saw you collapse in here!" Her voice is jolly and sweet, "My husband was so worried about his little squire, he truly cares about you." She points to Kenneth, who rubs the back of his head nervously. The voluptuous spirited woman lets out a boisterous laugh, causing her chest to bounce about just as boisterously, "Anyways, take this alkaweed tincture, it'll soothe your stomach, and I'll let my hubby give you the diagnosis, since he's more… qualified, to speak about this particular illness with you." She politely excuses herself, leaving you and Kenneth in the room alone.

>You're extremely confused, is this some sort of sick punishment for your crimes?

>"I wasn't sure what was wrong with you, but I think I finally understand now." his tone grows dark and accusatory, "You think I wouldn't find out, didn't you? Well you made it clear as day on your face, and you can't hide the truth from me any longer."

>You think what was left of your lunch just abandoned you out the other end.

>>152284

>>152301

>>152320

Aaah, POVs. The bane of writefags all across the globe.

…Oh God, Kenneth-sama is going to tell us about the birds and the bees! RUN!!

>>152320

And then he starts telling us off for stealing an entire tray of cookies from the kitchens like a fatass.

>>152320

I DEMAND MOAR

>>152320

>"You're in love!" His tone does a one-eighty and a stupid grin spreads on his face.

>What.

>"I was the EXACT same way when I met my lovely wife." He says wistfully. "I saw you eyeing her breasts, don't think I didn't." He said through a lecherous smile, before laughing heartily.

>Your face burns with embarrassment, you almost wish that the Holy King himself knew of your crimes instead.

>"I KNEW IT, you have a crush on my wife! That's so adorable, wait til' she hears this! HEY HONEY! COME BACK HERE FOR A SECOND!" He yells, much too loudly, does he want to tell the whole kingdom!?

>"What is it sweetie? Is everything alright?!" She walks quickly back into the room.

>"Anonson's has his first crush…" Kenneth says with a huge smile.

>"Well I know that but what does that have to do-"

>"It's YOU!" He blurts out with far too much enthusiasm.

>Her face pinkens, before laughing sweetly, "Awwhawhaawwww, sweetheart! That's so CUTE!" She crushes your face into her immense bosom, the intense pressure making it completely unpleasant. "But sweetie, I'm already married to Kenneth. You know that."

>You finally gasp for breath as the booby trap releases it's grip on your face, "I *cough* know, I'm sorry ma'am you're quite lovely, but I don't have a crush on you, honestly."

>"Oh you little heart breaker." She says teasingly as she flicks her hand, "We know, we're just playing with you."

>"You really need to lighten up a bit." Kenneth interjects, "I talked to the Captain about this, and he said he feels partly responsible for this, which is why he's giving you a few days off to recover."

>"B-but I'm not sick" you retort.

>"You may not be ill, but you're working yourself too hard, I know about your little marathon run, your day of rest is there for a reason. The strongest mace will still shatter if you don't take the time to repair it every now and then." Kenneth says with his arms crossed, "Besides, all that extra training on TOP of your little bout of love sickness? No wonder you've been so out of it." He smiles mischievously.

>Your stomach slowly feels less sour as the tincture starts being digested.

>"You look like you're start to feel better, why don't you take a walk with me down to the marketplace,>>152275

I have to do some shopping so the wife can make dinner tonight."

>"I kind of want to lie down for a b-"

>"I knew you would say yes!" He genuinely sounds like he heard me say that. He excitedly yanks me out of bed and starts walking at a brisk pace, dragging me along.

>We quickly pass the Silver district, and dive into the hustle and bustle of the Commercial district. People from all across the world gathered here to sell their wares. As long as they made it through the checkpoints first.

>Carts and kiosks littered the center of the crowded streets, while local establishments were in permanent buildings along the sides.

>You and Kenneth weaved through the crowds, periodically stopping at the various produce stalls. As your master haggled and purchased, he handed you his purchases to put in a sack he handed you on the way.

>As you both walk down the busy street, Kenneth stops suddenly and starts back tracking, causing you to nearly lose him. You see him conversing with a young woman running a flower stall.

>You see him purchase two large bouquets of flowers before he walks back to you. "Here, these are for you." He hands you one of the bouquets.

>You begin to sweat nervously in front of the imposing man, "U-uh, t-thank you s-sir, but I don't have a crush on you either."

>Kenneth's face goes deadpan as he bops you on the head with the bouquet. "It's not for you, knucklehead, it's for your crush!"

>"I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH!" You yell, forgetting you're in a very public setting, and feel your face start to grow hot. Several people stare at you before resuming about their business.

>"It's fine, you don't have to tell me who she is." But I do want to talk to you a bit about that.

>You both walk down to the Earth district to enjoy the fresh air, but Kenneth is awkwardly silent the entire time.

>When you're finally walking down the trodden path, and no one is around, he breaks the silence.

>"It's time you were told about how babies are made"

>>152442

>You nearly trip and fall, is he joking!?

>"Don't worry about the details too much, trust me, it ALL comes naturally." He laughs. "But obviously a boy your ages knows a baby is made between a man and a woman."

>Thank you, Sir Obvious.

>His expression turns grim as you both stop in the middle of the road. "But you need to remember something extremely important."

>He grabs you roughly by the shoulders, his grip starts to feel painful. He looks straight into your eyes, and you can see a deep primal fear behind them. "Y-you should have had this drilled into you during church, but NEVER have sex before you're married! AT ALL!"

>You take your sermons seriously but you can't help but feel he's being a bit overly dramatic

>"I'M NOT JOKING ANONSON! GOD IS ALL SEEING AND HE CAN SEE THE SIN IN YOUR HEART, JUST AS HE'S SEEN YOU LAY WITH THAT ABOMINATION, AND HE WILL DRAG YOU DOWN TO HELL AND PUNISH YOU FOR ETERNITY FOR YOUR SINS!" Kenneth's voice becomes manic, as he grits his teeth, spittle flinging from his lips.

>You start to panic and blink, only to find Kenneth is a few feet ahead of you. "Hey Anonson, you okay? You're just blanking out again." You find yourself hyperventilating. "Hahaa, oh I get it, you were thinking dirty thoughts about your crush again, weren't you?"

>You find yourself too terrified to be embarrassed and just mumble, "…uh-huh…" as you stare into space trying to calm down.

>He chuckles warmly, "See? You're getting it, nothing to be embarrassed about, I had those same exact thoughts when I first saw my wife." He calms down from his amusement, "Just wait until marriage before you make those day dreams a reality okay Anonson? It was tough for me, but it was absolutely worth it, our honeymoon night was explosive…" He drifts off into his thoughts.

>For some reason his calm words still make you panic. The other squires had sometimes whispered among each other about young couples deciding not to "wait before marriage" and disappearing that very night, never to be seen again. But those were just silly rumors spread by the church to scare kids into celibacy… right?

>The rest of your walk is uneventful as Kenneth leads you back to his house in the Common district, prompting you to wait outside while he took the sack you were carrying and took it inside, before swiftly returning.

>"You know what, since you have until the start of the next week off, we should celebrate!" Kenneth says excitedly.

>You give him a confused look, "Why?"

>"What do you mean 'Why?'" he imitates your response with a grumpy voice, "For young love of course! Nothing more beautiful and pure!"

>"So are we going to go to the bakery and buy a cake or something."

>He gives you a smug look, "Anonson, you're running yourself in the military to one day fight and die for your God and King, and you want to celebrate like a 5 year old girl?" He chuckles, "No Anonson, you're a red blooded man, and we're going to celebrate like men!"

>What seems faster than physically possible, you find yourself entering a cozy bar, the hearth burning comfortably and an amazingly delicious smell wafts through the tavern, unfortunately spiked with the harsh tang of spirits and beer.

>"What can I get for you and your young friend, Sir Kenneth?" The matronly barmaid behind the counter says with a sweet but somewhat weathered voice.

>"I'll have an ale, and Anonson…" He thinks for a moment, "I don't think you've drank before so lets get you some cider before working you up to the good stuff."

>Wait, more than ONE drink?

>>152471

Dis gon be good

>>152471

>After one drink you already feel far too dizzy to continue, but Kenneth continues to pound them down, occasionally chiding you for being a lightweight.

>He continues drinking far into the evening when you become to get worried at how drunk he's become. His drunken conversations started out cheerful and jolly, but his happy appearance gradually darkened as he plowed through the drinks. You can barely understand a word hes saying, but it doesn't sound happy.

>The barmaid walks up to the bar and leans over to you, "Sir Kenneth has a lot weighing on his soul, he get's this way sometimes. Would you mind helping him get back home, his wife must be worried sick."

>"Of course ma'am, I'm his squire, it's my duty to see him safe."

>"God bless your heart, young man. Here, it's on me." The nice older lady hands you a small confection which take a bite out of before putting the rest in your satchel.

>You sling Kenneth's arm over your shoulders as you grunt from the weight. He's A LOT heavier than her looks, and you wonder if you can walk him home with your spine intact.

>The walk isn't too long, but is made difficult by the knights drunken swaying.

>"…the eyes… sinner befo*URP* ry god… they're everywhere… make it stop…my chi*hic* give him back…" He slurs, you glance over and swear you could see a tear, but it could have easily just been sweat.

>You finally reach his home, his wife waiting in the open door.

>"KENNETH, What have I told you about drinking so much?? I'm so sorry sweetheart, he gets this way some times. I honestly have no idea what goes on in that head of his sometimes. Thank you so much for bringing him home safely sweetie, would you like to come inside, have some of the supper I made?

>"Sure, cider wasn't much of a filling meal." You chuckle, "Thank you for your hospitality ma'am."

>You step inside the humble home and help Kenneth walk to the bedroom before letting go and letting him collapse onto the mattress. You and Kenneth's wife, who's name you learn is Edith, have some casual conversation, mostly involving your roles at the castle.

>"You know, my husband talks about you so much. He always says that you're like a son to him. It's why your dad made Kenneth your Godfather." She says warmly.

>"Yeah, he told me, I'm truly lucky to be his squire." You glance out the window. "It's getting pretty late, I should be heading back home."

>"Thanks again for bringing my husband home, if you ever need anything feel free to come to us for anything, Anonson."

>"I will, goodbye, ma'am."

>You make your way back to the Earth district and enter your home before walking to your old cot and plopping down, falling asleep soon after.

>>152145

>second pic

Is that a boy?

>>152488

>You wake up feeling a slight headache from the drinking last night, but decide to get up anyways.

>Your heart drops when you realize what day it was, you had promised to meet Magdalene today…

>Did you really need to see her though? She's an evil demon… you glance over at the table next you your bed and see the bouquet Kenneth had bought for you to give to your "crush".

>You would feel bad if your master spent that money for nothing, but since you don't have a crush, much less know any girls, she would be as good as anyone to give it to… right?

>Bouquet in hand, you walk briskly to the commercial district and buy a couple loaves of bread, some dried meat, and stop by the bakery and buy a small cake.

>As you walk along a path back in the earth district, as you see the shack in the distance, you look around to make sure no one sees you before making a beeline to the shack, quickly opening and shutting the rickety door behind you.

>After making your way through the long passageway you find yourself greeted once again my the midday sun as you exit out of the cave.

>You look around before seeing two small white horns sticking out of the bush, your heart leaping into your stomach before remembering who it was.

>Suddenly Magdalene pops out of the shrub holding her hands out menacingly like claws, and in a playfully lackluster voice, says, "Rawr!"

>You give her a concerned look and wonder if all monsters are like this, and if they are why did we need the massive wall around the city.

>"Aw you're no fun." she pouts, puffing out her cheeks.

>Remembering that you came to unload this bouquet off her to avoid saddening your master, you hand the bundle of flowers to the pouting demon girl.

>She nervously grabs the bouquet before holding them fondly to her chest and inhaling deeply, "Ahh, these are beautiful!" She smiles warmly, "I was right, you really are sweet! You must really care about me…" She blushes and smiles coyly.

>Your chest has a slight twinge as you feel guilty for your original intentions.

>"Hey, follow me, I want to show you something!" She says excitedly before running off.

>Your head is screaming that this is an obvious trap, but you're already risking execution being here so what's the worst that can happen?

>Nothing apparently, chasing after Magdalene quickly brings you to a small waterfall, near the flowing water grows a sturdy tree with wide reaching shady branches.

>Magdalene pulls a large silken sheet from her pack and lays it down by the sturdy tree trunk. You both take your packs off and place them against the tree, as the young girl sits down and motions you to sit next to her.

>Still a bit wary and nervous, you hesitantly sit down on the sheet next to Magdalene. Feeling a bit hungry, you pull the food out of your pack and offer some to her.

>"I'm not really hungry right now, but thank you. Also thank you for joining me here. I like to come here a lot when I feel lonely. But being surrounded by nature and listening to the roaring water just seems to wash my troubles away.

>You take her advice and listen intently on the sound of the waterfall. You slowly feel at ease, as if nothing was wrong or could ever go wrong. You feel your eyes begin to grow heavy, but managed to stop them halfway, just enjoying the moment.

>You're suddenly aware of a pressure on your side and glance over to see Magdalene leaning on you gently.

>Oddly enough, you stopped seeing her as a monster or demon, she was just a person to you. A part of you felt stupid for letting your guard down like this, but you're already in deep. Whatever either side does to you at this point doesn't matter because one couldn't possibly be worse than the other. And if Magdalene was going to do something to you, you're pretty sure it would have been done last week.

>As long as you could enjoy this moment, you were okay.

>>152512

I need more

Right now

I love these types of stories that break the "canon" of Paladindudus being retarded niggers

Really liking the characters

>>152512

>You become fully relaxed and lean against the tree, adjusting your posture until getting comfortable.

>The girl besides you wraps her arms around your neck and rest her head on your shoulder. You become acutely aware of small adorable snoring sound before you drift off to sleep.

>You wake up, your first thought is that the demon finally got you and that you were going to be captured and killed, but oddly this doesn't make you nervous.

>You open your eyes and find everything is exactly like it was when you fell asleep, except Magdalene has adjusted her position so that her head rest against your chest, her pointed ear directly over your heart.

>Without thinking you sleepily lift your free hand and place it on top of her head, gently stroking her hair. The girl hums contently and relaxes against your body.

>You're not even startled when you see a spaded tail start to lazily wave back and forth. Not sure how you never noticed that before. But is she wagging? Does that mean shes happy?

>You start thinking that treating a girl like a dog might be a bit disrespectful and awkwardly stop.

>Magdalene sleepily stirs and groans, "Aww… why did you stoooop? That felt nice…" Her lips quivering in a small smile as she avoids looking at you, her face pink.

>Feeling a bit flustered at your flip flopping, you place your hands back on her head, earning a contented sigh from the little demon girl.

>"Tell me about yourself, Anonson." She says, her wide eyes staring up at you like you used to when you wanted grandpa to tell you a bedtime story. How could you say no?

>You start telling her about your life, and Magdalene listens intently, looking up at you with her large red eyes, sparkling with wonderment. You tell her how your parents were farmers, how you got into the military, about your day to day training, your master Kenneth, the terrifying Captain, you eventually run out of interesting things to talk about, to see her still staring at you expectantly. So you talk about the boring mundane things, what you eat, interesting bugs you've seen, daily church service-

>"You go to church service every day?." She exclaims almost excitedly, rubbing your chest gently. "That's… surprising to be honest. Grandmother always told me humans were godless heathens…"

>>152670

>Part of you wants to snap upright and chastise her for even suggesting that, and that she should speak for being a hellspawn. But the relaxing atmosphere and genuinely confused tone in her voice keeps you cool. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I could say the same."

>"N-not at all! We're very religious! Well… we used to be… It used to be that nearly every monster would worship the God of Light." She says in an almost reminiscent tone, as she pulls a small silver pendant out from under her leather armor.

>You shift slightly as you crane your neck to reconfirm you had saw this correctly. The charm on her necklace was a small silver 8 pointed star with a small blue gem in the center. You nervously pull at the chain on your neck, hands shaking as you finally reveal the charm hidden under your shirt. It's the same exact charm, albeit a touch tarnished, but nothing some TLC couldn't fix.

>"Hey that looks just like mine!" Her voice becoming ecstatic, "Where did you find it!?"

>Confused, you state, "It's been handed down my family for generations. My family, just like everyone else in the city, are all, and always have been devout children of the God of Light." You think for a moment, "Though I'm not entirely sure about the gem, many people have similar pendents, but they're all always empty in the center."

>Magdalene jolts up and looks panicked. She starts softly ranting to herself as she stumbles over to the waterfall. "…How long have I been lied to!? …Why would SHE lie to me!? …How could she DO this to me!?!?"

>Concerned you stand up and walk over to her, "M-Miss, are you alright? Is everything okay?"

>"NO… No, Anonson, everything is not okay." Tears are staining her cheeks, "I thought she loved me! I thought she cared about me! WHY WOULD SHE LIE!?" The tears flow faster as she begins to get hysterical, her entire body shaking.

>Before you even realize what you're doing you close the distance between her and warp your arms around her, embracing her gently.

>Magdalene lets out a small gasp and suddenly quiets down.

>Part of you is screaming, 'What are you doing!? Pull away! Its a trap!' You slide your hands to grasp her waist as you distance yourself a bit. You look into her eyes, still welled up with tears, her face is red and her lips are wondering if they should frown or smile. 'Why are you still standing there!? RUN! Do SOMETHING!' the voice in the back of your head screams.

>You take a hand off her waist, and gently stroke her cheek, settling your fingers on the her chin. Her full pink lips settle on a cute little smile. With your other hand still on her waist, you swiftly pull her up against you, tilting her head up to yours before locking your lips in a loving embrace.

>Magdalene's body becomes rigid for but a moment, before melting into you, her arms weakly wrap around you as if she would lose you forever if she let go.

>>152671

>All the guilt and paranoia from the past week has melted away, the only thought ruining this moment is the fact that you can't stay like this forever.

>Your fears are confirmed when you feel her soft warm lips slide down off of yours, making them feel cold exposed to the air.

>Magdalene slowly slides down to your chest before squeezing tighter, keeping her balance. You look down and see the small girl shivering.

>"M-Magdalene, are you okay?" You say with genuine concern.

>"Y-yeah, I'm just a bit weak, hungry." She gives you a reassuring smile. "I-I haven't eaten in a long time."

>Without skipping a beat, you lift her up into your arms in a wedding carry and gently place her back on the silky sheet.

>As you sit back down next to her, you see her face is a deep crimson with a small smile, as she pressed her fingers together nervously.

>You start digging through your pack and pull out the small cake wrapped in wax paper, that you had purchased earlier that morning. You take her hand in yours and insistently place the cake in it.

>"T-thank you." she gives you a smile, though it's almost halfhearted. She experimentally takes a bite suddenly giving a look of surprise, before scarfing the rest down voraciously.

>"That was one of the best thing's I've ever tasted!" She claps once, looking at you expectantly. "Do you have more?"

>You laugh nervously, and regretfully inform her that you only brought one, "Why are you still hungry? I have more food, and made sure there was plenty for both of us."

>She looks more dejected then you expected a demon to be over cake, "No… I'm fine.. thank you."

>She doesn't look fine, but you decide not to press the issue. You decide to change the subject. "So, Magdalene, I don't think you've told me about yourself."

>She brightens up a bit, "Oh! How rude of me, and after I made you tell me everything about yourself." She clears her throat, "Like you, I come from the capital of my people… well it's the ONLY city where monsters can safely live in civilized society. Well, if you can call it civilized…" Her voice grows slightly venomous.

>"Ebonthorne Crag, it's where M-" she hesitates, "The Monster Queen resides, though she's mostly a hold over from the old days. She mostly serves as an adviser and to break any impasse among the Circle."

>You cock your head.

>>152712

>"Well instead of a Monarchy appointed by divine mandate like your society, Monsters elect a representative of each member of their individual race to to speak in the Circle. This allows the wide variety of monsters with race specific needs to make sure their concerns are voiced."

>You feel your brain seize up, babbling a bit before saying SOMETHING to her to save face, "…Wow, you really know a lot about politics." You admit that even the simpler style of leadership of your home didn't particularly interest you beyond, 'Do what they say'. Though you feel that being in the military it might be a disservice to be so apathetic about something so important."

>It then suddenly registers that monsters HAVE a complex political system, and a civilized CAPITAL? This… is much different than the roving anarchic hordes you were told of. You keep this to yourself since you don't want to insult her.

>"Well yeah, I… have friends who are involved in the government. Also since I don't have raw strength to serve the people with, I have to use my brains. I find I'm pretty good at using it… most of the time anyways." She rubs the back of her head looking a bit embarrassed.

>All this information starts making your head spin, a question starts burning into your mind. "If what you say is true, and monsters are civilized, and religious. Then why are monsters known to drag innocent humans away never to be seen again? Surely this cannot be a fabrication, there have been too many reports of this to merely be a rumor.

>Her face burns red, in embarrassment? No, almost like rage, but she manages to keep calm. "I… would rather not talk about that right now, it's too much for me to talk about."

>You're not satisfied, "Innocent people are taken from their friends and families! People have presumed them dead or worse! Surely you can give me an explanation!" Your voice shaking with anger.

>She frowns, recoiling from your words, "I-I know, I honestly don't like it… I will tell you another time, I promise."

>You can't calm down. "Why can't you TELL ME!? Are you hiding something from me!? How can I trust your intentions are pure if you're being deceptive! How do I know you're not scouting the area to prepare an ambush or raid!?" You pick up your pack and start storming back to the cave.

>Tears in her eyes she starts running after you, "I promise, I have no ill intentions! I-I'm the only monster agent in the area! I have no ready contact back to the capital! Please believe me!"

>You don't stop trudging through the forest.

>Her voice is breaking up, "P-please, you don't have to stay but… at least promise me you'll come back next week?"

>You eventually come to the cave entrance and stop, keeping your back to the young girl, with a huff you spit, "Sure."

>"O-o-okay…" she whispers in a quavering voice.

>You stomp into the cave and vaguely hear sobbing as you make your way down the passage way.

So Magdalene was lied to about something concerning Anonson's necklace and there's something going on about monsters kidnapping humans.

Go on, I want to know more.

>>152714

>You make your way back to the barracks and throw your pack down by your cot before slamming yourself into it. It's not even dark out yet but you don't care. You just want to forget the day happened.

>As you drifted to sleep, your rage slowly cooled into guilt. Why would she be lying now. There's no reason to be suspicious… she's had so many chances to attack you, she's even known about the way into the city for over a week and there hasn't been any raid.

>You start to feel like an ass, feeling your pillow grow wet with tears as you fall asleep.

>You wake up far earlier than you training begins, but you can't fall back asleep. You decide to start your duties, but your mind is foggy with guilt and sorrow. You make your way to the temple within the main castle tower and decide to pray.

>The dimly lit temple is completely empty and so serene it's almost unsettling. It's usually lit up by a system of mirrors that ensure the sun always shines through the massive and ornate stained glass windows, but the sun hasn't even risen yet.

>You approach the steps that lead to the altar and kneel, holding your hands together.

>"Holy protector of light, Divine Father, our God. Your child humbly comes to you in his time of need. The way to me has become foggy and dim. I beg of you, please aid me with your divine light, please shine the way to the truth!" You feel tears down your cheek as you soulfully plead to the heavens.

>You open your eyes, and find the the dim light throughout the temple begins to fade except a single beam shining upon you. Your tears flow faster and you begin to open your mouth into an incredulous smile as you realize you were actually heard!

>The temple around you fades into nothingness, leaving only you and the shaft of light that illuminated you. You feel immense joy in your heart as you felt close to your Creator.

>But suddenly, from within the darkness, massive, menacing, yellow bloodshot eyes with narrow blood red, four pointed star shaped pupils begin to reveal themselves in the void. Soon there were as many eyes as stars, all staring at you. You could feel their gaze burn into you, as you felt a primal fear well up from within you.

>A voice boomed out that seemed to shake all of creation

YOUR VOICE HAS BEEN HEARD, MORTAL. I WILL SHINE MY DIVINE LIGHT UPON YOU AND REVEAL TO YOU THE TRUTH AND THE PATH THAT LIES BEFORE YOU.

>Something feels wrong, this all feels wrong. Something deep and instinctual is telling you this is all wrong! But you can't move, you're literally frozen stiff. GOD HELP ME.

>A beam of light streaks from your feet and stops a short distance in front of you. Where the light stops, visions of you leaving the walls and meeting with Magdalene unfold before you.

I HAVE SEEN YOU BREAK THE LAWS OF THE HOLY CAPITAL BY LEAVING ITS PROTECTIVE BOSOM UN-ESCORTED. I HAVE SEEN YOU FRATERNIZE WITH AN ABOMINATION THAT HAS TURNED ITS BACK ON MY HOLY LIGHT.

>You begin to sweat, you feel the guilt in the back of your mind feel like it's ravenously consuming your soul.

THIS IS THE PATH YOU WALK ON CHILD.

>The vision changes to that of you, surrounded by shadowy flames burning your flesh. Terrifying creatures of blackness tear into and devour your flesh nonstop. As your flesh is burned and stripped away, it immediately grows back. The 'you' in the vision has been letting out a hoarse, blood curdling scream the entire time the vision played before you.

>"PLEASE! FORGIVE ME HEAVENLY FATHER!" You scream desperately.

IT IS TOO LATE FOR YOU. YOU HAVE SHUNNED MY BLESSINGS AND MY LOVE. YOU WILL BE DRAGGED INTO THE PITS TO SUFFER FOR YOUR SINS FOR ALL ETERNITY.

>Pitch black tendrils covered in the same eyes that surround you, shoot out from the darkness and bind you tightly, knocking the wind out of you. You see yourself become swiftly dragged down into a giant dagger-toothed maw in the darkness and feel the vicious fangs pierce all the way through your body. You let out a desperate scream as the mouth snaps shut. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

>"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGH!!!!" You jolt upright in your bed, covered in sweat, hyperventilating.

>You nervously look around and see your squire-mates get up groggily and start complaining.

>You look outside and notice it's still dark out.

>Turning your gaze to the wall, you notice the clock on the wall and see it's about 2 AM.

>There's no way you can go back to sleep at this point. You've slept plenty, but you don't feel rested at all. Regardless, you walk out and begin doing your chores for the morning, thinking about how you can get away with skipping church service today.

>>152723

sounds like something a god would do

5 bucks says the monster girls kidnap men to breed with, and keep them as prisoner husbands

>>152723

>As you went about your daily routine, the forefront of your mind was filled with your outburst to Magdalene, the nightmare… you just wanted to forget it all.

>You put all your focus and energy on your chores and training to keep your mind occupied. While it helped you found yourself get angrier and more frustrated.

>You were at the training grounds, Kenneth was sparring with you, and for once he had trouble blocking your rage fueled blows, and was unable to knock you down.

>You barely hold yourself back as you feel you strikes become more swift and frenzied, putting your entire body into each swing.

>Your anger reaches its climax and swing with all your might.

>Kenneth raises his wooden buckler up to block, which your training club smashes into pieces, following through and cracking him square in the jaw.

>You're instantly sobered from your tantrum and run over to see if your master is okay.

>He quickly comes to and sits up before spitting out a bloody tooth. He quickly grins proudly at you revealing a blood smeared smile, with a hole where the tooth used to be. "That was a damn fine fight, Anonson." He spits some more of the accumulating blood out into the dirt. "Hell, even the other knights haven't given me a duel that exciting."

>Your low mood elevates slightly at your master's praise.

>"But I am a bit concerned, you've seemed pissed off today." He frowns, "I don't mind you channeling that here, because that was fucking fantastic." He laughs heartily. "But being upset all the time isn't good for you or the people around you." As if to make his point, a trickle of blood runs from the corner of his mouth.

>You really start to feel like shit now. Your face darkens, revealing the sorrow you've been feeling.

>"Oooooh, I know that look." His grin stretches wide.

>Kenneth, please, no, stop.

>"You and your little crush had a little lover's quarrel! Oh wait til I tell Edith, she's going to think this is adorable!"

>Dammit Kenneth.

>"It's perfectly natural for a couple to fight, son!" He chuckles, "If you don't fight, you'll never grow as a couple. If you never have little tiffs every now and then, something is seriously wrong with both of you." He grows serious for a moment, "But it should go without saying, never, EVER raise your hand against her, no matter how upset you get."

>You shake your head, "I would never strike a lady! I'm not some kind of monster!" You catch what you just said and feel guilty.

>"I know you won't, your dad raised you better than that." He smirks, "Besides, if your girl is anything like my wife, you wouldn't even be able to get a single hit in. Whoo, she can be pretty scary when she's mad." He chuckles, but then rubs his injured jaw, eyes staring in the distance.

>You glance down and see his tooth, you pick it up to hand it to him when you realize that it's made of silver.

>Kenneth laughs nervously, "Hahaa… yeah…"

>You look at him with a worried expression.

>He looks and starts getting nervous, "No no no! I know what you're thinking, and it isn't like that!" He waves his hands in front of you, "You've met her, you know she wouldn't harm a fly… unless provoked. This happened when I was… inebriated… and apparently I thought I saw something on my wife's face, so I tried to bat it off her and accidentally hit her in the nose pretty hard. She thought that I was becoming a violent drunk and… Needless to say even when I'm totally smashed I know to keep my hands away."

>You smile nervously, making a mental note that if you were to never hit a woman, you should definitely never ever hit Edith the most.

>"Look at us, gossiping like old ladies!" Kenneth laughs, "I'm going to the infirmary, maybe see if I can get this tooth back in me. You carry on with your training."

>You nod and carry about the rest of your duties, feeling just a little bit better than before.

>>152741

>The rest of your week goes by faster than you would like. The approaching end of the week weighs heavier in your mind as the time approaches.

>You feel guilty for hurting Magadalene, and while you desperately want to apologize, you're also embarrassed to show your face to her after what happened.

>Finally the day has come, you awake in the barracks before sunrise and get up. As you walk through the training grounds to leave into town, you see Kenneth practicing form on a training dummy.

>You see Kenneth unleash a violent flurry of blows and wondering how much he holds back during your spars. He catches his breath and notices you. "Oh hey, Anonson! Up early I see. Just practicing a bit, gotta catch up to you and show that an old man can still take care of business!" He laughs warmly. "Ah, before I forget, here's your weekly allowance."

>He hands you a small satchel, and as you heft it in your hands, it feels much heavier. You open it and find twice as much as you normally get. You look at Kenneth worryingly.

>"Hey, don't worry about it, you earned it." He gets a little too close for comfort and whispers into your ear, "Buy her something nice, okay?" He slaps you on the back before sending you on your way.

>You walk to the Commercial district and begin looking about. It was still early and most of the stall and shop owners could be seen preparing for the day. While the streets were devoid of the hustle and bustle it still brimmed with busy sounds.

>Looking through the windows of the various stores, something catches your eye.

>Inside is a beautiful pure white silken dress. It has a modest cut supported by thin shoulder straps, and it flowed gracefully to the mannequins ankles.

>This was perfect. You quickly enter inside, but your face burns red as you realize the seamstress who owned this store was still getting ready to open.

>"Oh I'm sorry miss, I didn't mean to intrude so early. I'll kindly take me leave.

>A kindly old lady pops up from behind the counter, "Oh no, don't fret deary, you're FINE." She smiles lovingly at you. "How can I help you young man?"

>"Actually I wanted to buy that dress in the window." You state promptly.

>"It's a little small for you, don't you think, deary?" She gives you a suspicious look before breaking into laughter, stopping when it turns into a coughing fit. "I'm just pulling your chain deary! I know why you want to buy it, you want to give it to your mother?"

>"A-actually-"

>"NO, no, don't tell me deary." She grabs your arms with more strength you think a woman her age was capable, and she holds her ear up to your chest.

>"Aaaaah." She exclaims knowingly, "It's for your little girlfriend!" She says with a wistful teasing tone.

>"Actually we're not rea-"

>"Oh, and you just recently had a fight." She pulls her head away and frowns at you, before pressing her head in once more.

>"And you feel guilty and want to give her something so say sorry."

>"H-how can you tell all this!?" You ask nervously.

>She inhales slowly, "Women's intuition is a powerful thing, lets us sense all kinds of things." She smiles mischievously, before standing on her toes to whisper in your ear. "Like how you've fallen head over heels in." She pauses, and whispers in an even lower whisper, "Forbidden Love."

>You start to panic, and recoil to the door.

>"Oh don't worry deary, I won't tell. You think I want to ruin the relationship between a farm boy and a wealthy merchant's daughter?" she smiles warmly again, you could have sworn there was a twinkle in her eye.

>You sigh deeply in relief.

>"Two devout children of Light, should NEVER be separated from each other's love. If there's anything God wanted from us more than anything to hold dearly in our hearts, it's love for ALL of his children." She goes up to the window and pulls the dress off the mannequin. "I'll just be a second…" she goes in the back and you can hear the clack of a sewing machine and the occasional shear of scissors.

>A bit of time passes and she hands you the dress. "Here you are deary, I tailored it precisely to your loves measurements."

>You raise an eye, "Wait how did you-"

>She walks around the counter and politely leads you to the exit, "Trust me deary, a woman my age knows these things." She winks before gently nudging you out the door. "Oh and deary, hold her close wont you? She's going through a lot and needs her love's touch." She shuts the door.

>You begin walking to the Earth district before you realize you didn't pay. You feel a small twinge of guilt for taking advantage of an old woman, but decide to mark it down is an act of kindness.

>>152756

>You DID however forget to get her something else you meant to get. You run back to the commercial district and go to your favorite bakery.

>You drool at the smell of sugar hanging in the air and look at all the different colorful confections. Feeling the weight of the coins in your pocket, you feel your self restraint slip away and end up buying a large variety of different sweets.

>As you leave the store you realize you MAY have bought a bit too much. and you'll be eating lightly this week. Your stomach rumbles pathetically and you begin to regret this decision.

>You make your way through the passageway with little incident, and find yourself basking in the later morning sun shining through the trees.

>Looking over at the familiar bush, you realize there's a distinct lack of horns growing from it. You immediately hear a rustling and see Magdalene shuffle out from behind the adjacent tree.

>She looks at you pathetically and waves, "Hi…" Her voice is incredibly soft, you can barely hear her.

>Feeling a mix of emotions you run up and hold her so tight you accidentally lift her up off the ground. Tears are streaking down your face and you start to break down from the emotions you had brewing all week, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I hurt you."

>She gently brings a hand up to your face and wipes your tears away, "Hey… it's fine, I understand… you grew up being taught you mistrust monsters, just how I was taught to hate humans."

>Your heart clenches unexpectedly at her words.

>"But I don't hate you, Anonson. I really do care about you. Despite your mistrust, I know your heart is in the right place. You're a sweet person Anonson." she tenderly strokes your cheek.

>"Anonson… it's getting a bit hard to breath…" She smiles at you a bit nervously.

>You grow embarrassed and immediately let go, "S-sorry."

>He face blushes slightly, "It's okay, it was actually kind of nice, but it got a bit uncomfortable when I started sinking into an awkward spot." Her face burns a brighter red as she hides it in her hands, "Y-your pretty strong…"

>You feel your own face burning before asking if you could go to that spot in the woods again.

>"Oh, of course! I would love to!" She grasps your hand firmly and starts dragging through the woods again, before you reach the shaded glen by the waterfall.

>She pulls the same sheet out of her pack and lays it down under the tree.

>Seeing the silky blanket, you remember your gift and pull it out of your own pack before handing it to her.

>She takes the bundle of fabric from you, "Hmm, whats this?" Before unfolding it and holding out in front of her. "I-it's beautiful! I'm going to wear it right away!!"

>Magdalene immediately begins taking off her boots and unbuckling her skimpy black leather armor and throws it off casually as if you weren't even there. Too fast for you to even remember to look away, she quickly slips the dress on over her and pokes her head and arms through.

>She holds her arms out and looks down at her self as she turns back and forth, inspecting and feeling the dress fit her. "H-how did you… it's a perfect fit!."

>She looks over to smile at you before noticing your face's deep shade of red. She looks confused for a second before realizing she had just stripped naked in front of you. She quickly hides her own blushing face in her hands, "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! I was just so excited… I haven't worn something this beautiful in months…"

>Feeling yourself cool down, you find you can put words into sentences once more, "It's fine… and you look absolutely beautiful."

>"You're so sweet…" She runs over and sits down next to you before wrapping her arms around you and burying her head in your chest.

>She starts to shift uncomfortably and raises her bottom up, reaching back behind her. After few seconds she seems satisfied, "This dress is great Anonson! It even had a hole for my tail to go through!"

>You start to sweat and wonder briefly who the hell that old woman was before Magdalene kisses you on the cheek.

>You both sit there and enjoy each other's company listening to the waterfall and the sound of the birds singing.

>inb4 that old lady is a doppelganger

>>152793

I have the same problem, and now I'm basically drowning in too much greentext to paste in my pastebin.

Why are we so cursed?

>>152793

This is some seriously cute stuff you got going, I'm loving it so far, thank you for writing it.

>>152769

>As you feel yourself drifting off, you feel Magdalene shifting about.

>"Anonson?" Says with in a nervous tone, "..I'll tell you the truth about why monsters kidnap humans."

>You feel your heart race, excited to have your morbid curiosity sated, but temper your enthusiasm. "Are you sure? You seemed pretty emotional over it last time, I don't want to open up any old wounds."

>"No… you deserve to know. Hell, if humans knew, maybe it would actually help us… but I'm getting ahead of myself." Her face grows red, "Also it's a bit embarrassing to explain…" a nervous smile on her lips.

>She regains her composure and speaks in as serious a tone as possible. "You'll be happy to know, that, even though some… most monsters have lost their way spiritually, we don't do something as barbaric as pagan ritualistic sacrifices." She chuckles.

>"That's a relief so far… but what DO you do with them?"

>"We… enslave them?" An embarrassed smile forces itself.

>"THAT'S A 'BIT' EMBARRASSING!? THAT'S DISGUSTING!!!!" Your anger fly's out of control, you feel Magdalene hug you and kiss you gently on the lips, calming you down.

>"N-No, that's not what's embarrassing, though I admit it is disgusting, in fact I've publicly opposed it for the longest time. If I was in any way for enslaving humans, trust me Anonson, you would have been in Ebonthorn weeks ago." She says flustered.

>"That's not really helping…" You cross your arms indignantly.

>"These day's, slaves are extremely valuable in Ebonthorn. But human's have become almost untouchable. Most slave hunters who journey out to seek their fortune are rarely heard from again, and if they are, it's reports of a desecrated corpse."

>You feel a bit proud of the your race's apparent tenacity and strength, but her description of the aftermath ruins the mood. You wonder though, "Why do monsters need humans as slaves? Don't you have higher brute strength, and are able to use magic more naturally than humans? Seems like humans would be just another mouth to feed."

>"Well… you're not wrong." She get's nervous again, "Tell me what you know about monsters"

>You wrack your brain to recall everything you know, "Not much, master Kenneth has only been teaching me about them for a few months now. Knowledge about monsters is highly controlled, apparently so weak will humans are not tempted by their power. All I do know is that monsters are mostly mindless savage beasts that can easily take out an entire squadron of highly trained soldiers by themselves."

>Magdalene smirks, "Anonson, honestly, do I LOOK mindless and savage to you?" You're about to say something but she interrupts you, "…and if anyone is beastly around here, it's you…" She leans close, holding and rubbing your arm reverently, looking at you with a nervous blushing smile. You stammer a bit before choosing to remain silent.

>"A-anyways…" She sits back up, "Monsters do tend to have beastly features yes, but they also look very similar to humans. Many species could even blend in unnoticed among humans, for a short time anyways."

>"Wait, so does that mean monsters could be in Duskbreach!?" You say, shocked.

>"No actually, the checkpoints are impossibly thorough, nothing can slip through. Even if they could…" She lifts her new dress up and motions you to look at her foot. You realize that her very human left foot is missing the ends of a few of her toes, the ends look like they're still healing. "There's an insanely powerful ward over and under the keep's walls. Any monster than runs into it… well it's like it instantly destroys a monster as they pass through it."

>"So you tried going through the passage? I need to ask. Why?"

>"I lost my toes last week actually… After you got upset with me and left so suddenly… I was going to just wait there until today but…" she starts tearing up, "I felt bad for upsetting you, so I went into that cave to follow you and… I felt something off, so I walked cautiously, and as I took a step I felt a terrible pain in my foot, so I ran back outside to see what had happened and found it was difficult to run, finally saw that it was like my toes were cleanly cut off in a straight line."

>>152851

>You tenderly touch her injured foot, "Magdalene… I'm so sorry… this is my fault."

>"No it's not!" she shouts, "You didn't MAKE me rush into enemy territory blindly, this was entirely my fault!" She pouts. "Anyways, tell me about a monster's diet, Anonson."

>"Apparently sweets." You chuckle, "Speaking of which, I brought you some." You pull out your sack filled to the brim with cakes."

>Magdalene's eyes widen as she beholds the amazing sight, before grabbing one and greedily stuffing it in her maw. She swallows the confection, "They don't have anything this good at home, at least, ones that aren't annoyingly enchanted." She sees your curious look, "I'll tell you later. But from your earlier descriptions, I'll assume you were told human flesh and livestock, or something equally fear mongering."

>Without skipping a beat she grabs another cakes and starts eating it, "Monsters need 3 things to survive, Food, Water, and Life Energy."

>You nearly choke on your own cake, "YOU EAT SOULS!?" Suddenly feeling very afraid of the young girl.

>"NO" She blurts out a little too loudly, "That would mean human women don't have souls." You begin to recall a little girl who bullied you as a small child, but abandon that line of thought.

>"So you can only get this, 'Life Energy' from men? What do men have that women don't?" You wrack your brain but can't for the life of you think of it. "I'm pretty sure I don't have this life energy stuff."

>Magdalene starts nervously twiddling her thumbs, her face becoming increasingly redder, "Life Energy is… it's um…" shes nodding your head somewhere towards your… lower body?

>"I don't get it." You state flatly.

>Her face is practically glowing, her hands covering her face, a quivering nervous smile stretched ear to ear. She takes a finger and points it to your crotch, "It's… there…"

>"I don't follow." You're totally lost.

>She slowly brings her lips close to you ear, the heat radiating from her cheeks can be felt from the distance between you. Her shaky breath begins to feel more tantalizing than you thought it would. She finally brings herself to utter something quietly, "…A man's 'seed'…"

>You stare at her quietly, your face is burning hot as an awkward silence passes. She's doing her best to avoid your eyes.

>She suddenly blurts out, "I MEAN WE FEED OFF CUM-"

>"I KNOW" You cut her off, your voice an octave higher than usual.

>>152852

And so the truth is finally revealed. Good job Anon!! Loving this story

>>152852

>After hyperventilating a bit, you calm down and managed to form coherent sentences. "S-s-so, you need to feed… on s-'seed' to live."

>"W-well, we don't NEED it to live, per se… but it's like if you tried to feed a man nothing but thin broth, they would be weak and sickly." Her face is only slightly pink now, "Without… 'seed'… monsters can't use magic, and are weaker than humans."

>"W-we also need human men to propagate our own species." she smiles nervously.

>"B-but why not breed with monster men? Why human men?" you say some what excitedly.

>She looks down grimly, "…All monsters are female, without human men, we would go extinct."

>You find you're having trouble to believe all of this, but you trust Magdalene enough to know she's not lying. No one could make up something this embarrassingly lewd. You wonder for a moment, "But… you said when we met that you couldn't use magic… does that mean…?"

>"Y-yeah, I haven't had 'seed' in years… not since I was a little girl. It was only bottled mind you, since we typically can't have it from the source unless you own your own human, and only the richest monsters can afford that. Lately there's been a Life Energy shortage."

>"So is that why you're weakened?" You say concerned.

>"No, I just… when I was a young girl, I happened to see one of the Human ranches, and I was sickened by it. Treating intelligent sapient creatures like common livestock. Forcing them to breed, small pens, forced 'milking'. It was terrible. I couldn't stomach it any more." She sighs exasperatedly, "It's been difficult going without it for so long… but I can't in good conscious support that behavior."

>You hesitate, "I-I could… feed you… if you wanted…" you realize what you've just said and nearly faint.

>Magdalene gasps and hyperventilates before calming down, "ANONSON! That's FAR too lewd! I'm… flattered, but… we aren't even married! It would be sinful, you know that! Spirituality has helped me with my vow of chastity and fasting. I couldn't turn back on my vows!"

>You feel a strange mixture of relief and disappointment, but you chalk off the latter to raging hormones. You respect her piety, even through rejecting her own nature.

>"…Even though… ever since I've met you…" She starts crawling on top of you, her face red, eyes lidded and her tongue slightly hanging from her open mouth. Her face is brought closely to yours. You can feel her hot shallow breaths on your face. "…I've REALLY wanted to."

>She presses her lips against yours and starts probing your mouth with her tongue. You can feel her slick velvety appendage slide sensually across your own, inflaming your senses and fogging your thoughts. She lovingly holds your face in her hands, stroking your hair, allowing her fingers to wander about your chest.

>You grab her by the waist and pull her down onto your body making her gasp excitedly. Firmly holding her close, you return the passionate tongue twisting she had started, earning from her an excited squeal into your mouth.

>Magdalene pulls herself off away from your face to breathe, looking into your eyes with a lidded lustful stare. She stares a bit longer than you thought she would, your lips starting to feel empty and cold.

>Suddenly, she begins to tear up, and quickly pulls herself off you. "I-I-I'm sorry, I can't…"

>"Magdalene…" you say, caring in your voice.

>"I'm so sorry, but I just can't! Please forgive me!" She runs off crying into the woods.

>You grab your pack and begin running after her, but she's already lost you…

>Dejected, you begin heading back to the cave.

>>152868

>Seeing Magdalene has become your weekly routine, nothing else really seems worth doing on your day off, so you simply head straight to your barracks to turn in early for the night.

>You have trouble sleeping, so you simply lie there and and try to process everything Magdalene told you.

>It all seemed so bizarre, why would the Church keep this a secret? How have they kept it a secret?

>Surely survivors of a slave trader attack would debunk these theories, wouldn't it?

>Yet what little public knowledge there is seems to deny this.

>But wait, even if Magdalene WAS married, wouldn't consuming 'life energy' still be a sin? The Holy Tome of Light strictly forbade wasting your seed except for the sole purpose of procreation. You pull your copy out from your footlocker and start thumbing through it.

>Surely there must be an exception if it's the same religion as monsters, it would have been impossible to be religiously moral if there wasn't.

>Reading the dry boring scripture, you realize for the first time in your life, that for a God of mercy and love, he must have thought pretty lowly of his own children.

>So many ways to sin, and living completely within these guidelines would make for an extremely boring life.

>You think of the people of this town, your friends, your family, all of them have sinned… but they're all such good caring people. Do they deserve to be punished? This book seems to think so.

>As your eyes grow heavy and you start to drift off with the book open in your hands, you see a line appear within the pages, which splits open revealing a blood shot yellow eye that stares directly at you.

>In shock you fling the book down onto the floor. You struggle to catch your breath, and realize you shouldn't let your Captain see your Holy book lying on the floor.

>You get up from bed and cautiously approach the discarded tome, hesitantly reaching for it.

>You quickly snatch a corner of the cover and flip it over and see on the open face…

>Nothing… You must just be tired…

>You crawl back into bed and let sleep embrace you.

I know it must seem like I'm fedora lording this story, but I promise I'm not bashing religion, just bear with me.

>>152872

I bet it's C'thulu

>>152872

>You wake up to the sound of the Captain ringing the morning bell.

>"Good MORNING RECRUITS! We're mixing up training today, I want you all to run to the Earth district south end road and give me 2 laps"

>All the recruits groan.

>"A LITTLE BURN IN YOUR LEGS IS A LOT PREFERABLE TO GETTING THEM TORN OFF BY A DEMON! NOW QUIT BITCHING AND START MOVING!"

>The squires begin filing out of the barracks. The Captain stops you, and says in a stern low voice that chills your bones, "Not you, you're coming with me."

>You keep outwardly calm, but you're worried about what the Captain wants with you, typically squires who were called into his office came out with PTSD…

>The Captain leads you to his office, where you see a wide variety of damaged and worn weapons adorn the walls. All of them were mounted on plaques, with small brass plates engraved with names and dates. You assume these belonged to fellow soldiers who fell in battle.

>The Captain sits behind his desk, which had stacks of papers and scrolls littering the surface. On the center lie a blue hard backed book with a silver star emblazoned on the front cover.

>He sits in his chair as rigidly as his personality, he stares at you intensely, one eye brown, the other milky white with a huge scar running through it.

>"You're probably wondering WHY I called you in here today recruit." His face remained as stern and unmoving as stone. "Don't worry, you aren't in trouble, quite the opposite.

>He glances out the window behind him, "I saw you the other day in the fields, sparring with Sir Kenneth." The ends of his mouth turn slightly, you had forgotten how terrifying his smile is, noticing his crooked yellow teeth didn't help, "I saw you give him a good whollop! I was really impressed boy! Not even the other knights can keep up with Kenneth in a sparring match."

>He looks past you, a look of nostalgia in his eyes, "Not many people can fight that well when they're pissed off. Yes I could tell from here boy, you had a real fire in your heart that day. Reminded me of myself when I was a lad, before I mellowed out."

>Is that what you call it? Wait you mean he was scarier before!?

>"I've told Sir Kenneth and I'm telling you now, I'm changing your schedule so you're sparring more instead of chores, the rest of the recruits will pick up that slack, don't worry." He looks at you with a glint in his eyes, "I want you to start training with a weighted quarterstaff in the fields, and…" He turns around and opens a huge chest that lie behind his chair, the hinges creaking from age and rust. With a small grunt of effort, he hefts something from within it before turning around and dropping it on the desk with a thud, knocking most of the paperwork off onto the floor. "…I want you to have this."

>On the desk lie a large warhammer. The shaft was a thick haft of solid treated oak, studded with steel. The head had a eight slanted ridges that converged into nasty point at the end. If you had the time to see it before it crushed your head, the last thing you would see is the eight sided star that symbolized the light of God.

>"Ah, I can tell you've taken a liking to her already, this was the weapon I was given to me by my Captain when I became a knight. That's right Anonson, Kenneth is giving you a week of special training, and then you'll be given a test to become a knight like him.

>You're speechless, this is all happening too fast, you don't deserve this, do you?

>"Now get out of here! Your training starts today! I'll be watching, so don't disappoint me my boy." He relaxes a bit, "Don't forget your hammer!"

>You reach out and grab the oaken shaft with both hands, and struggle to lift the bulky weapon.

>"BAHAHAHA!!!" the Captain guffaws raucously, "Don't worry, boy, you'll grow into it… But I want to see the with you at ALL TIMES, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?" The veins in his neck were throbbing and spittle ran down is chin.

>You freeze in fear, before silently nodding an affirmation.

>The Captain's face far too quickly changes to an uncharacteristically friendly smile that isn't as terrifying as usual. "Good boy, I know you'll make me proud."

>You struggle to carry the hammer with you to the training yard, and end up dragging it through the dirt half way there. You look up at the window where his office is and can swear you hear him laughing again.

>>152904

Beautiful. I was thinking the Captain would be a sword man, but I guess the warhammer suits his disposition.

Keep going bro, this is good!

>>152904

>War hammer trailing behind you, you see Kenneth standing in the training field. You notice he looks different than usual.

>Instead of his usual cloth uniform, he's wearing full, thickly padded leather armor , with steel half helmet, pauldrons, sabatons, and gauntlets. In his right hand he's firmly gripping a morning star.

>It's in his shield hand though, that grabs your full attention. A large tower shield, nearly as tall as he is. It's nearly an inch thick of solid steel, gently curved horizontally. The top and bottom sides are crowned with menacing spikes. The front is painted blue with the steel exposed in a eight pointed star.

>How he can lift this behemoth is beyond you, Kenneth must be a lot stronger than you previously thought.

>"Are you ready to start your Knight training, Anonson?" Kenneth hefts up the massive shield and brings it down in front of him, dirt flying up from the powerful impact. "Come at me with that war hammer, don't worry about hurting me…" He grins confidently, "Because you won't."

>"B-but, the Captain said to use a weighted battle staff for training." you stutter nervously.

>"Trust me, the Captain will like this better. Now come on then! ATTACK ME!" Kenneth sounds far too excited about this.

>You grip the shaft of the war hammer as tightly as you can, knuckles paling from the effort. You manage to heft it off the ground, and start "running" at a walking pace. Straining every muscle in your body, you bring the hammerhead up over your own head, and bring it down towards Kenneth's.

>With lightning speed, Kenneth lifts the tower shield between him and your weapon. A loud gong rings out, and your arms go numb, before they begin to burn with unimaginable pain. You drop the massive weapon with a thud

>"GOOD JOB! NOW COME AT ME AGAIN!!" He yells, voice dripping with battle lust.

>Your arms are still in a lot of pain from the shock of the first blow. But you manage to pick it up again and attempt a side swing.

>He easily blocks it with his shield again, but your sloppy exhausted form had the hammer head angled as it struck, sparing your arms from the aftershock.

>"GOOD! AGAIN!!" he shouts.

>You struggle to pick the heavy hammerhead up from the dirt.

>>152912

>"Giving up already!? I thought you were stronger than that." Kenneth scoffs, his smile growing malicious, "Maybe I should see that girl you like, show her what a real man is capable of…"

>His words send you over the edge, and you feel your anger burn white hot. Your neck muscles tense and you let out a bestial growl through your grit teeth. You find yourself picking the war hammer up with ease, and start running at a full pace to your target.

>You swing the heavy weapon at Kenneth much faster than before, who barely managed to lift his shield up to block it in time. The head hits the shield squarely, bouncing off and vibrations burning your arms.

>The burning in your arms only manages to fuel your rage further, and without thinking you use the momentum of the bounced head to swing it in a circle around your body in the opposite direction, barely keeping it from slipping from your grip as the speed reaches ludicrous levels.

>Kenneth desperately swings his shield to his other side and leans forward, angling the shield downwards. Your hammer hit it and begins to bounce into the ground. You desperately pull up on the wildly bounding war hammer and keep it from plowing into the dirt, again using the momentum to power a swing in the opposite direction.

>You twist the hammer and pull it up as high as you can, the arc changing direction to fly overhead, Kenneth has no time to react to the rapid change in direction in time.

>A much smaller clang rings out through the fields.

>Everything feels still, every second feeling like a minute.

>You manage to focus your vision and see Kenneth's shield lying in the dirt. Your rage subsides and you begin to panic. Did you hurt him!?

>You follow the shaft of your hammer and see it's leading up to Kenneth's head. Looking further, you notice he is holding his morning star in both hands, holding your heavy weapon up just an inch from his crown.

>He swings his mace, flinging the head of your hammer into the dirt unceremoniously, before swinging at your torso and slamming into your side.

>Your world turns sideways and you slam into the dirt, before your stomach lurches and ejects it's contents onto the ground.

>Kenneth roughly grabs your hands and pulls you up to your feet. The sudden motion makes you dizzy and you throw up again.

>Kenneth looks at you, his friendly down to earth smile beaming at you once again. "The Captain was right, the war hammer was made for you. You fight just like he does, albeit a bit unrefined."

>You begin to wonder how wildly flailing a hunk of steel on a stick could ever be called refined, but you're in no position to argue, or say anything really. You feel like shit.

>"You did good today soldier, lets call it a day and go to the bar."

>"But it's only been a couple of minutes, and the Captain said-"

>"The Captain said this, the Captain said that, stop having a stick up your ass!" He slaps your back and laughs heartily. "Besides, I saw your face, those minutes probably felt like hours, didn't it? Oh, fair warning, your arms are going to feel like hell tonight, I'll stop by my wife's work and see if she can give up some herbal salve for that.

>Kenneth starts walking briskly to the Commercial district, and you begin to follow him, before running back and grabbing your war hammer, with your last ounce of strength, hefting it up and leaning it over your shoulder. This feels much better, you imagine you'll have a much easier time carrying it around this way… as long as you don't go in an antique shop.

>>152917

Did I really quote Kingdom Hearts? I've never played any of the games, so if I did, it was totally inadvertant. I hope I didnt ruin the story for you.

>>152919

Hi faggotcat, I missed you in the highschool threads

Guess who

What type of monster is Magdelene? Just a succubus?

>>152919

Nah it's fine, it's just a line repeated so often in the series that whenever I read it I just instinctively think it.

Story's great so far anon, really gripped.

>>152921

Magdalene is a demon.

The lewdest of all demons, a virgin demon who wants to wait until after marriage.

Her body is underdeveloped for a demon her age because she has refused to consume semen since before puberty for moral and religious reasons. She has little in the way in strength, and cannot use magic, but has managed to survive through the strength of will offered by her faith, and her wit.

>>152933

That is very lewd. The lewdest.

Unrelated, but I have a feeling that Kenneth's wife is a monster as well.

>>152939

And the old shop lady seems very mon as well

>>152935

>Eight pointed star as the symbol of God.

…Holy shit anon you might just be on to something here. Writebro, did someone of the anathemic persuasion filch humanity when God wasn't looking?

>>152975

Why you saging?

I'm thinking something along those lines happened, both sides have been hoodwinked, and that cannot be a coincidence.

>>152976

I always sage when I'm not directly contributing to the original topic… isn't that how it's supposed to work?

>>153005

>Whites of European descent are a global minority in nonfiction, in reality, right now.

And the population of monstergirl waifus is zero, in reality, right now. Why the fuck are you bringing meatspace into it?

I'm pretty sure 99% of /monster/ is as /pol/ as they come, but shit nigger, a place for all things, yeah?

>>152913

>Sprinting after Kenneth with hammer in tow, you somehow manage to catch up with him, just as soon as he approaches what you assume is his favorite tavern, seeing as it's the same one as last time.

>As you both enter, the older barmaid greets you both. You're about to sit at the bar when Kenneth pulls at your shoulder and leads you to a booth in the back corner.

>As you sit down the barmaid greets you, "Hello darlings, what can I get you two strapping young lads?"

>"Yes, we'll both have the hunter's roast, and a pint of ale."

>You're about to interject when Kenneth puts a hand on your shoulder. "Don't be a wet blanket son, trust me you'll want something to forget the pain you're going to be feeling later." he lets out a polite laugh.

>"I'll be back with your order soon, excuse me." The barmaid bows and leaves quietly.

>Both of you sit there, still a bit exhausted from the dangerous sparring, and just enjoy sitting down, listening to crackling hearth.

>The tavern is fairly empty, which isn't surprising since it's still fairly early in the day.

>Kenneth breaks the long silence, "So the Captain gave you that hammer huh?"

>You nod

>"Look's like something he would use alright, considering that hammer is a bit too big for even him to use. You surprised me when I saw how quickly you swung that thing around though."

>He shows his right hand to you and slowly turns it back and forth, allowing you to see the deep red blisters that cover it. "I know you probably couldn't tell, but you hit that shield pretty damn hard."

>You look at him with concern, "Will that be okay?"

>Kenneth laughs raucously, "Don't worry about me, son. I've had worst! My wife's cooking is stronger than that!"

>You faintly recall enjoying her cooking, but okay. You chuckle politely at the joke.

>Eventually, the barmaid comes back with two large mugs of ale, "Sorry for the wait, Sir's, the roast will be out in a moment."

>Kenneth starts downing the ale like it was the only thing he's drank in months, before slamming the empty mug down.

>"Keep 'em coming, ma'am!"

>The barmaid gives him a suspect look before nodding and walking off.

>You feel a strong slap on your shoulder, "Come on son! Drink up!"

>You reach for the mug and realize your arms feel like rubber, as if someone strapped sand bags to it and even the smallest effort took amazing strength.

>"I told you your arms were going to feel like hell." He grins smugly as the barmaid places another mug down by him, taking the empty one.

>You manage to lift the mug and take a sip of the foul bitter liquid, but find yourself taking another sip, and eventually start chugging it down, albeit a much slower pace than Kenneth.

>"There we go! Feel's good doesn't it?" Your head feels a bit foggy, not unpleasantly so, no. More like someone has wrapped your head in a nice woolly hug. Your thoughts are mostly clear, but everything outside your head feels a bit insulated.

>Your food finally comes, and the barmaid hands you another mug of ale. You feel a bit exasperated about being plied with more booze, but feeling the pain in your arms quiets your protests.

>You look at the plates before you, and sitting on it is a massive haunch of venison, with a heaping pile of potatoes, you're not sure you could ever eat this much in two sittings!

>"I want to see you eat that whole thing!" Kenneth says between the violent gnawing of his own food, "You're training like a man now, you need to eat like one!"

>You take a bite, and the seasoned meat practically melts in your mouth with a pleasantly gamy flavor. The taste spurs your hunger into overdrive and you begin tearing into the well cooked flesh with vigor.

>As the food slides into your stomach you feel your buzz thin slightly, and become more aware of the pain in your arms. Without skipping a beat you wash down a bite of potatoes with more ale.

>Eventually you both finish and lean back into the seat, enjoying the afterglow of your buzzed food coma, while nursing another mug of ale.

>You both strike up idle conversation about random topics. Though Kenneth keeps egging you on about your crush.

>>153009

>"So what's her name, you never told me!" He says with a slight slur.

>You don't want to tell him too much, and him find out about your little forbidden dates. But you start to realize that besides a few odd bits and her natural… lewdness, that she was just like a human girl. It's a huge city, he'll never find out who it is. "Her name is… Magdalene."

>"Well go on, tell me more about her you love bird!" He chuckles warmly.

>You tell him about how she has long black hair that shone like silk, her pale skin had an almost otherworldly glow, and how her r- er brown eyes sparkled like gemstones.

>"She sounds beautiful, you might be making me a bit jealous in fact!" He laughs a bit too loudly, "Uh, don't tell my wife I said that. But go on, tell me more!"

>You tell him how despite being a bit ditsy, she was very sweet and even smarter than she first appears. You tell him about how she's a devout worshiper of Light and how she's takes her vow of chastity and fasting very seriously.

>"Ah, it's rare to see young people so truly devout like that. But surely all that fasting must make her frail. Be sure to protect her with your life, son." But then his lips curl into a lecherous smile, "But I would be careful lad, the ones who value their chastity end up being the most wild. If she can keep it in her pants long enough for you to get married, you're going to have one hell of a honeymoon!"

>You nod nervously, before you both continue with idle conversation about other random topics.

>Time slips by quickly and you're both a bit drunk and talking about even weirder random shit, your vision is swimming, and you vaguely see things in the corners of your eyes, but shake it off as being drunk.

>You're laughing at a joke Kenneth had told you, when out of the corner of your eye, you see a yellow eye close itself into the grain of the wood. "I could've sworn *hic* that wall was looking at me." You chuckle groggily.

>"Oh yeh?" Kenneth slurs.

>"Yea, a lil' yellow eye was jus' oer there… I seem to be seein em around a lot lately." You state lazily.

>Kenneth remains silent, you take it as a cue to keep talking.

>"Id's funny… had a dreEem about em'… eyes evry wayre…" You laugh a bit too loudly, "…man, God wush pissed…"

>Kenneth roughly slams a his hand over your lips, causing the back of your head to slam the wall "Shut your fucking mouth." he hisses quietly.

>Your mind slowly registers that somethings wrong, Kenneth seems to have become completely sober instantly. His eyes lucidly dart around the room as you see him pull something from is collar as if to check it's still there before tucking it safely back in.

>He quickly drops several silver onto the table before grabbing your hands and darting out the door. You barely manage to keep a hold of your hammer as you both dart through the streets under the late afternoon sun. You quickly reach his home, and he flings you inside before following, locking the door behind him. "Good, Edith's not home."

>Still dizzy from the booze, Kenneth walks to a section of wall and pushes it in before sliding it to the side. A hidden door?

>"Quickly, in here." He says sharply.

>You go in and he closes the hidden wall behind him, following you down the flight of stairs. In the corner of your eyes you see the walls are almost completely covered in profane runes. Eventually you make it into a small study, the walls are filled to the brim with books, scrolls, and many exotic trinkets and knick-knacks. A desk sits in the center nearly stacked to the ceiling with notes and books crammed with bookmarks.

>"Now, tell me again, what did you see." Kenneth glares at you coldly.

>You stumble to find the words from your intoxication.

>Kenneth rolls his eyes and slaps you hard across the face, this seems to sober you up a bit.

>"Ow… uh… yeah, I had a dream where God condemned me for my sins and threw me into the pit. Ever since then I've occasionally saw-"

>"The Eyes of God." Kenneth interjects.

>"I-I guess so?"

>"What did you do?" Kenneth inquires coldly.

>"W-what, I-I-I haven't done anything… I-"

>Kenneth grips onto your shoulders tightly and shakes you, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, ANONSON!?" A tear runs down his cheek. "YOU NEED TO TELL ME THE TRUTH AND YOU NEED TO TELL ME NOW!!!!"

>>153010

Aw shoot

>>153010

>Paladad's upset with us

I'm not sure I like this feel, writefriend…

>>153010

I like where this is going but I'm also slightly worried that this could take a very dark turn

>>153010

Shit man.. I hope things don't get feely.

I don't want another ride on the feels train

>>153010

The suspense is killing me writecomrade.

Exposition dump warning

>>153010

>Tears begin streaming down Kenneth's face. His grip lightens slightly from your shoulders, before eventually letting go.

>He seems to calm down a bit before inhaling deeply. "Sit down, I just… need to do something real quick." You take a seat on a stool you find, sweat drenching your uniform, your stomach sour. Kenneth pulls a random book off the shelf before flipping through the pages before he comes to the page he must be looking for.

>Open book in hand he begins inspecting the spaces of wall between the shelves. Focusing on them you see countless tiny runes in thin chalk lines covering every flat surface. Kenneth studiously scans all the walls, occasionally rubbing a rune off and redrawing it.

>After a long awkward silence, he slams the book shut and throws it onto the desk. "Okay… we should be safe in here." He exhales sharply, seemingly slightly relieved, but tension was still apparent on his face.

>You begin to lift your finger, "They're runes to ensure no one is watching us." You open your mouth, "Even God." His words chill you in an indescribable way. Why does he know this? How long has your master been practicing witchcraft? What the hell is going on!?"

>"I don't want to scare you son." He gently puts a hand on your shoulder, and looks at you pitifully. "I-it might be too late for you."

>Primal fear courses through your veins and you attempt to bolt out your seat and fight your way out.

>Kenneth keeps you from thrashing with astounding strength, "CALM DOWN!!!" He yells and punches you in the gut, knocking the wind out of you. "I'm trying to help you!" He calms down and speaks softly, sincerely, "Remember when I told you, you were like the son I never had, and you can tell me anything?"

>You nod your head weakly

>"I meant it, on my word as a Knight, and as a man. I will always be on your side." He smiles proudly.

>You're breathing heavily, guilt is clawing at your mind.

>"You're nervous, I understand." He sighs, before going to his desk and sitting down. "Let me tell you a bit about myself, Anonson."

>"Twenty years ago, a handsome, daring Lothario was working hard day after day as a squire. He dreamed of being a knight, serving God, His Holy King, and His people, and hoped to even join the Holy Guard as a PaIadin, and be allowed to see the world outside the Keep's walls."

>"As I was sparring with my master, who you know as the Captain, and he ends up knocking me on the top of the head pretty hard." He rubs his head as if remembering his old wound.

>>153155

>"I found myself waking up in the infirmary, and saw the most beautiful nurse assisting the head physician of the time." he sighs wistfully, "I remember waking up, and seeing her eyes light up. She was so eager to prove herself." his smile grows in a wry smirk, "I remember so vividly as she… bounced… towards me, and she asked if I was okay, her voice was like an angel."

>"I looked into her deep blue eyes, blonde hair framing her lovely face." Kenneth's face was happily lost in thought, "She looked at me with such caring, and leaned in to take a closer look at my wound." his face flushes slightly, "I don't think she noticed how she nearly smothered me when she inspected my head."

>"She realized what she had done, and was so embarrassed. She was so adorable when she got flustered. Still is." Kenneth sighs, "We spent every spare moment together, walking through the Earth district, talking about our hopes, our dreams…" He gives a sad smile, "Then one night, we were walking a remote path through the woods in the Earth district, and…" He closes his eyes and smiles, "Passion took us that night, it was the happiest night of my life."

>"The day after though, we grew paranoid. We knew what we did was against the law. The rumors of young unwed lovers disappearing in the night were spread even back then. We became so paranoid that we fought endlessly, blaming each other for sealing our fates. But we lived past the next day, and the next night. So obviously the rumors were just to keep dumb kids from fucking, right? No one would know what we did but us, it was our secret of love."

>His face darkens, "The next week, she finds out she's pregnant. Wanting to take responsibility, I sold every superfluous property I owned, and bought a ring. I proposed to her that very day. We were so happy." Kenneth looks down at his desk as he speaks, "Then… a PaIadin of the Holy Guard approached me, and asked me to come with him. They took me into a dark room alone with 3 others of the Guard."

>"They told me that God had seen what I had done, and through His light, revealed our actions to them. They said He had seen my faithful service to Him, and that for that my punishment would be lenient." You can see Kenneth shaking, "Instead of killing us both, he would take the life of our unborn child." he begins to sob between his words, "They claimed His choice was final, and that as further punishment, He would make my wife barren, so I might remember our marriage was built on sin."

>Kenneth cries softly as you sit there and try to take in all this. Why would He cause this much pain to his own children?! How is this love!?

>"I thought that that would be it, but no." He sucks it up and tries to keep straight, "I got what I wanted, and became a Knight, not only that, but I became specially licensed to leave the Keep walls. I don't have to tell you that this is a rare privilege usually only reserved for the Holy Guard." He smiles sardonically, "My dream came true, but as a nightmare. I could see the world… as long as it was on campaigns to keep any rebels against the church in line. And you already know that God's sole punishment is a swift and brutal death, conversions were at the tip of a sword."

>"Perhaps I was trying to make the most of the situation, or maybe it was my morbid curiosity, but I begin sneaking all the contraband from rebels and heretics I could find. I ended up reading through so many books that otherwise would have been burned. Which is why, as you've just recently learned, that I know how to practice a little magic."

>He shifts his eyes back and forth, "Ever since I was brought in for questioning, I began seeing eyes open up every where. But only ever in the corner of my eye. I knew it was God letting me know he was watching me, but oddly enough I never saw them out in the wilderness. I used this to my advantage, and hid and read all these tomes out in the wilderness, until I learned enough to find out how to hide them within the Keep's walls."

>You feel dizzy, and not because of the booze from earlier, but you're curious. "Why didn't you just flee?"

>Kenneth looks at you slightly annoyed, "Where would I flee TO!? All human inhabited settlement were controlled by the Church, and they let me know that if I stepped out of line, they would take my wife… I couldn't live without her and they knew it."

>"Does Edith know any of this?" You inquire

>"Of course not!? Why would I tell her it was God's fault she's barren, or that I had to kill innocent people! Or my witchcraft!? I could never hurt her with all of this…" He looks into your eyes, "Anyways, I told you my story, let's hear yours, what did you do to damn yourself for eternity?"

>>153156

Beneath the skin we are allll ready "ONE" was it not your sin that trapped the unicorn?

EVEN NOW, THE EVIL SEED OF WHAT YOU'VE DONE, GERMINATES WITHIN YOU

>>153161

There's a lot of story left, I promise the edgy will be smoothed out later. But if the story is ruined for you, I'm sorry. this is only like my third major story, and its probably going to be the longest I've done I think. I'm going to finish one way or another because the story idea will flood my head and I won't be able to think straight until it's out.

>>153177

Sorry…

>>153156

>"Other than being born?" You try to smile at your joke, but can't, "I found a way out of the keep that no one knows about"

>"What!?" Kenneth yells "T-this is great! You can run away! You NEED to run away!"

>"Let me finish!" You cry. You tell him how you stumbled upon the trap door by accident, and went inside not knowing where it led. Only when it was too late did you know where you were.

>He gives you a forlorn, sympathetic smile.

>"That's when I met Magdalene." You smile shyly.

>"Oh ho! And from what you've told me she must have been worth it." He chuckles. "But what was SHE doing out of the walls?"

>You explain how you thought she was a monster and you chased after her to silence her before she could tell others about the passageway.

>"Anonson, I thought you told me she was beautiful, and I thought I taught you better than to attack a woman." he scolds.

>Exasperated, "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND LET ME FINISH DAMMIT!" you tell him about her… extra bits.

>His face goes cold, "A DEMON!? No no no no, boy you've thrown your life away for a DEMON!? She charmed you Anonson! She's played you for a fool! GOD DAMMIT!" He punches his desk, cracking the hardwood. "I-I can fix this…" He starts plowing through the book case.

>You try to explain that she's different, but he doesn't listen.

>"Monsters are EVIL, and DEMONS are the root of it! I can't believe you Anonson!" He's dumping the books off the shelf methodically, before pulling one out, "FOUND IT!"

>"BUT SHE WORSHIPS THE GOD OF LIGHT!"

>He places his hand on your head and utters a profane language. You feel a slight tingle in your skull that begins to intensify before it fizzles anticlimactically.

>"She took a vow of chastity and fasting… I told you the truth…"

>Kenneth stares at you dumbstruck, "You're telling the truth? You're telling the truth… Good God…" He sits back down on his chair, staring out, mouth agape.

>You tell him everything Magdalene told you about monsters, why they kidnap people instead of killing them on the spot, how they're starving because of the strength of our army, everything.

>>153193

>Kenneth laughs, his laugh grows louder before he's laughing so hard his face turns red, tears streaking out his eyes. It slowly calms down, turning into sobbing. "My whole life is a lie, and I helped perpetuate it to everyone else." He stays silent for a moment.

>You get up and walk over to him, patting him on the back.

>Kenneth strengthens himself and chuckles a bit, "If I had known monsters were like that, I probably would have left this shit hole when I was a teenager." He lets out a hearty laugh, his normal warm attitude back. "But that's the past, and this is now. And now, we need to figure out how to get you out of here."

>"But we already have a secret way out, why not leave now?"

>"Because, son, if you leave now, where will you go? The military will know you're gone when they see me not training you and not worrying. You'll be wanted across the kingdom." He leans back and thinks, "I'll have to teach you how to survive in the wild… which will be hard since I can't actually take you out there… I know I had a manual for this somewhere, what was it called again…" He starts looking around the shelves, cursing when he stumbles on and tears some old tomes he left on the floor.

>Not sure what to do, you rest a hand on his desk and feel it land on a book, sliding your hand off you read the title out loud, "Surviving the Wild's of Duskbreach".

>"Yeah that's the one, help me find it won't you?" He's not paying attention.

>You hold it up to his head and clear your throat. Kenneth nearly jumps when he turns to see the book right in front of his face.

>"O-oh, you found it." He scratches the back of his head. "Yeah… you read that, but don't let anyone see it. It's for surviving outside the territory of the Church, so obviously that's sinful kindling to them. Actually, you know where this place is, keep it here, and come back to read it on your down time. Anywhere else God will see you."

>"So when DO I leave, if not now, when? Isn't it dangerous to stay?" you say as you flip through the book, skimming it's contents.

"I would say you have until your Knighthood test to leave."

>You feel yourself sweat, "What makes you say that?"

>"You're a good warrior, Anonson, don't get me wrong, but your test involves fighting up against me. Even if you did win, you would be pretty banged up." Kenneth crosses his arms and sighs, "They would probably take you to the infirmary to fix you up, only for you to die from 'complications'. This is the easiest way, they don't have to make up an excuse or cover anything up."

>Kenneth nods his head to himself, "This just gives us a little more time to train, and… a little more time for you to enjoy yourself. Your life is going to get a lot harder soon…. Anyways, lets get out of here before the wife comes back."

>Kenneth leads you out back to the secret door, he pulls the wall back.

>Standing in front of us is Edith, a scowl marring her face. Her arms are crossed, and the fact it's pushing up her large breasts would be distracting if her expression wasn't so terrifying.

>Kenneth smiles nervously, "Uhh, hey honey… how much did you hear?" He says sweetly.

>In a terse voice she says, "Everything."

>>153194

>"Everything."

Looks like someone is sleeping on the couch tonight~

>>153194

Well shit. I thought that room was private. If she heard it, then the lot of them are pretty boned.

>>153194

>Everything

>>153205

The runes were designed to obfuscate the Eyes of God, and men that aren't Kenneth, or Anonson, probably won't get around to explaining it in story, but Kenneth has hidden the runes all throughout the house. Spoiler You're not wrong though Spoiler Also sweet older women get a +10 perception stat in my stories :^)

>>153194

>You sort of sit in a corner. Edith is tearing into Kenneth, who's mostly just taking it, though he managed to mumble out an excuse every now and then, which immediately gets shot down.

>You feel a bit weird listening to them argue, they always seemed so happy together. Oddly it reminds you of the time you blew up at Magdalene. It was barely a week ago, but it felt like it was forever.

>Even the bad times back then feel like good times now, you feel completely lost.

>"Honey I just wanted to keep you safe! You mean the world to me!" Kenneth pleads

>"So you think you don't mean that much to me!? You don't think that I love you!? We're MARRIED, Kenneth, we're in it together! Through the good, AND the bad, until the bitter end. So don't you give me that 'B-b-but I LOVE you honeyyy' bullshit!" Edith yells, red in the face.

>You didn't think it was possible for a sweet lady like her to scare you more than the Church.

>"And YOU!" She points at you, your heart jumps into your throat. You brace yourself for pain unimaginable and flinch as she approaches.

>"I heard ALL about your little galavanting about outside the castle, meeting with that little temptress!" She puts her hands on her wide hips and glares at you.

>An awkward moment passes, as Edith's breathes heavily.

>"…And it's so BEAUTIFUL! It's just like the fairy tales my Gramma used to tell me when I was a little girl!" her eyes sparkle at you as she clasps her hands together and brings them to her cheek.

>You exhale in relief.

>"Kenneth and I will do everything we can to make sure you and little Maggie the happy ending you deserve." Edith says lovingly.

>You stammer, "B-but you'll be killed for aiding a heretic!"

>Edith gives you a sad smile, "Knowing that the Church is responsible for taking away my beloved child away from me… I could care less what God himself wants. I'm not about to let them take another child from me." She sighs, "Besides, I'm an old lady getting on in years, better to leave a beautiful corpse right?" She laughs too genuinely for such a dark thought.

>She fiddles with her hands, "Which means I won't be needing this anymore…" she looks down in her hands mournfully, before holding your hand and slipping something in it.

>You look in your hands, to see a simple silver ring with a modest blue gem inset in it. You look up and see Edith crying.

>"It's the ring my sweetheart gave to me when he proposed. I think you know what to do with it." She looks at you with a big smile, cheeks stained with tears.

>>153215

>You and Kenneth spend every day training hard. Your body ached, and your arms burned from lugging and swinging around that massive hammer everywhere, but you were slowly improving.

>Your afternoons were spent drinking and eating in his home eating hearty means cooked by his wife, spending time together like a family.

>Your evenings were spent studying survival skills, which Kenneth did his best to teach you practically in the enclosed indoor space. He tried to teach you some magic, but the basics were too complex and comprehensive to learn in only a few days.

>For convenience you ended up staying with them, sleeping on a bedroll laid out in the study.

>Kenneth preemptively packs a large back pack full of various tools, water skins, dried meats, lard, and hardtack. Edith frowns upon seeing dry flavorless food and makes you some sweet heavy cake confections to take with you.

>Two day's left till the Knighthood test, you make your way to the training yard and start taking practice swings while you wait for Kenneth to meet you there.

>As you're practicing you hear footsteps behind you.

>"What do you think you're doing boy." A gruff voice snorts behind, causing you to jump and turn behind you.

>"BAWHAWHAWHAW! I gave you a real fright there didn't I!" The Captain says amused at his own 'humor'. "But seriously recruit, what the hell are you doing!? Your stance is all wrong! And with a grip like that you're going to fling your hammer into a window and break something!"

>He spreads your feet apart with his own, and grabs your hands and slides them to a different position, twisting them slightly.

>"There!" he positions himself in front of you, "You always want to use that stance as your starting point, it can make all the difference in battle. Now… Swing at me with all you've got!"

>You hesitate and wonder why everyone wants you to hit them so badly.

>"Son, do I LOOK like someone that can't take a hit!? SWING GOD DAMMIT!!!!"

>You lose your patience and swing the hammer around once to gain momentum in the hammer to blinding speed and step forward to meet your mark. You hear a sickening wet thud and a crack.

>You see the Captain holding his hand out beside him, hammer head in the palm of his bare hand. Blood starts to drip down his arm. He looks at you and gives you that terrifying smile. "That was outstanding, Anonson! You actually broke a bone! No ones done that since Kenneth was my squire!"

>Just what the hell is the Captain MADE of!?

>He lifts the hammer head gently up over your shoulder, positioning it so it rests comfortably. "You're a fine soldier, Anonson."

>He looks out towards the city, staring at nothing in particular, before walking back to his office, as soon as he's almost out of sight, you see him hold his hand and seethe in pain.

>>153231

>Later that evening, you're studying the survival manual by yourself in the hidden study when you hear a thud and a moan.

>Your heart begins racing, you grab your pack and war hammer and dash up the stairs, ready to fight your way out.

>"AAAAAAH!!!!" You hear Edith scream, you burst out from the hidden panel, brandishing your hammer.

>"MMMMMMNNNN~" You look over and see Kenneth naked, pinning an equally naked Edith up against the wall, pounding her senseless.

>Your face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and disgust, you keep walking, making your way out the house. The cool night air helps wash away the mental image burned in your mind. You decide to just walk around the city for a bit before heading back. You realize that you would probably never see your blood parents again, so you decide to go visit them one last time.

>You start to wonder if this is really a good idea, you don't want to involve them in this… but as long as you don't tell them, they have deniability right?

>You open the door, and your parents perk their heads up from their chores, "Son! This is such a nice surprise! We heard down the grapevine that you were taking your Knighthood test in few days! We're so proud of you!" Your father runs up and hugs you tightly, making it hard to breathe.

>"Our little boy is growing up, isn't he? One day he's going to be part of the Holy Guard, just wait!" Your mother claps her hands together "Why don't you join us for dinner sweetie, we were just about to eat."

>You all sit down and you see your parents clasp their hands and begin to pray, you nervously join them, and close your eyes. You hear your father begin to pray to thank God for the food.

>"God of Light, thank you for your blessed radiance that… and… also…-

THEY WILL JOIN YOU IN MY WRATH AND-

>You jump off the chair and hyperventilate.

>"Sweetie whats wrong? You look pale." Your mother says sweetly.

>Dad interjects with cheer in his voice, "He's just nervous about the big day honey! You'll do fine champ, we believe you!"

>Your heart is racing but you sit back down and attempt to smile for them.

>You quickly finish your meal, "You know you're welcome to sleep here any time son, we've kept your bed made for you." Your mother reassures.

>"Eh, he probably doesn't want to be with a couple of old fogies like us." Dad chuckles.

>"N-no, you know I love you guys, I'll stay the night… Kenneth won't mind."

>Your parents say good night to you and go off to their own beds, lying down peacefully. You slip under your own covers and somehow manage to fall sleep despite the sour lump in your throat.

>>153193

Nothing is ruined m8, I was just getting over the top.

I love getting over the top

>>153232

>You wake up in a start, drenched in sweat.

>"You're finally up! You were tossing and turning in your sleep honey! Did you have a nightmare?" Your mother chimes.

>You're not sure… "No, not really Mom."

>Your mother looks at you for a moment, "Well okay, have a good day sweetie, train hard! Make us proud!"

>Your heart feels like it twists in your chest. You grab your pack and war hammer and head outside.

>You see your dad in the field, working hard as usual. You decide to walk around the Earth district before heading in for training.

>As you walk the dirt path, you suddenly see two men in the road, standing side by side.

>You slowly approach them and notice they're both looking at you.

>You recognize one as Kenneth, and start waving your hand. You look over and see a much taller man, clad in full steel plate armor, polished silver Star of Light emblazoned on the cuirass.

>You cannot see the man's eyes behind the slits of his full helm, but you can feel them bore into your soul.

>Your heart sinks when you realize it's a PaIadin of the Holy Guard.

>Kenneth shouts, "Squire Anonson! You are wanted by the Holy King for committing atrocious heretical acts in the face of your God."

>No… NO!!!! HOW COULD HE!? But you can't say anything, your mouth won't open.

>"Your sentence is death."

>The PaIadin begins to reach for his mace and step forward, Kenneth puts a hand out to stop him, "Anonson is my squire, I will carry out the sentence." He says with grim determination.

>Kenneth lifts up his massive shield and holds is up pointing it towards you before charging forward.

>You fumble to grip your war hammer and barely manage to dive sideways into the dirt before Kenneth plowed into you. He realizes he missed and slams the corner of his shield into the dirt, using the sturdy fulcrum to swing around and dash towards you again.

>You dash towards him, war hammer poised to swing. You swerve sideways and attempt to smash his head, but feel an immovable wall of steel jar the hammer instead.

>You begin to turn around to meet his charge again, but see a steel blur briefly before getting slammed backwards, skidding across the dirt once before sliding to a stop. Kenneth walks swiftly towards you and raises up his shield to slam the spiked bottom into your throat.

>You somehow manage to roll away, feeling a gust of wind kiss your neck. You scramble back to your feet and and sprint to your hammer lying on the ground, squatting down quickly to pick it up, using the extra spring in your legs to start back up into a dash.

>You turn around and see Kenneth is on you faster than you expected and hold the shaft of your hammer up, the steel wall slamming into the reinforced shaft. You slide backwards, feeling your feet dig into the dirt before swinging your hammer, rolling it around the shield, and hooking the hammerhead against the shields edge, before jerking as you jump backwards.

>The manage to tear the shield away from Kenneth's grip and fling the heavy slab away, as you keep the momentum the hammer had from the previous maneuver, you swing the hammer around you in a circle, noticing Kenneth begin to sprint for his shield. Your swing picks up speed and stepping forward, manage to connect with his back.

>You hear a thud and an ear splitting crack as your hit sends Kenneth tumbling over the ground roughly. Somehow he manages to grab his shield as he flies over it, and uses it to stop his trajectory by using it to catch the ground.

>While his move impressed you, you could see he had trouble standing up straight.

>>153242

>"Give up Anonson, you're up against God. Once we kill you for your sins, we're going to kill that disgusting bitch outside the walls that tainted you, and sprawl her organs over the checkpoint as a warning to those who go against God." Kenneth is circling you. You barely notice the PaIadin directly behind him.

>"YOU LYING BASTARD!!!! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!" You manage to finally scream, spit flying, face burning red. with every ounce of strength in your body you throw your war hammer over head in a high arc. Kenneth angles his shield and starts to run towards you full speed. You dash towards him completely unarmed. Kenneth looks up at the circling hammer in the air, and as he's distracted, you run up his shield and step on the top of his head, pushing your legs with all their might, you make an impossibly high leap up into the air. You manage to jump just in time to catch the spinning war hammer, and add your own power to the airborne momentum as you slam the hammerhead into the PaIadin's head who had no time to react to the surprise attack. A loud short screech of rending steel screams out, as your hammer crushes the helmet, down into the PaIadin's torso. Blood explodes from the slits and splits in the steel and coats you and the ground around you.

>Still enraged, you turn around to take care of Kenneth.

>Kenneth stands there, breathing raggedly. He drops his shield onto the ground

>"Curse you! You filthy heretic! You will never get away from the wrath of the Light!" he says, in the hammiest act you've ever heard. A goofy smile plastered on his face.

>Your rage dies instantly, and you start to laugh, but nothing but vomit comes out. It's suddenly hard to stand and your vision starts swimming. You actually thought Kenneth had betrayed you. You actually tried to kill him… you actually killed someone… you glance over at the crumpled bloody corpse.

>You vomit again, the bile burning your throat raw. Your vision is doubled and your ears are ringing.

>You feel something strike your head somewhat sobering you, and look up to see Kenneth grabbing you by the shoulders and start shaking. You can barely hear him past the ringing in your ears, but you think you see him mouth the word… 'Run?'

>"…D RUN! FUCKING RUN!!!!" You snap back to reality and start making a mad dash to the trap door. You glance back and see Kenneth dramatically grab his stomach and buckle over dramatically, falling over onto the ground.

>In a short time, you reach the old shack, and see a package wrapped in sack cloth and tied with string sticking out from under a bush. You grab it and look at the tag attached.

>'For: Anonson, From: Kenneth and Edith, What are you still reading this for? RUN!'

>You look around to make sure no one followed you, and slip into the shack, before flinging the trap door open and diving into the dark passage below.

>>153243

>>153243

>…

>You were just acting before, but holy shit, that kid hit you pretty hard

>You try to move and feel a sharp bolt of pain arc through your spine. God dammit, fucking back is acting up again. Getting old…

>You lay there, feeling the cool grass on your cheek, the breeze wafts over your body… it's carrying the smell of gore with it.

>You look over and see the dead PaIadin and laugh. Glad that isn't you.

>A few minutes pass and you smile and close your eyes as you enjoy the serene calm of nature.

>You hear approaching metallic clinking.

>Well that moment is ruined.

>You're lifted up to your feet, two armored arms hooking under your shoulders. You glance over and see the Captain pick up your steelwall. The Captain hefts it with no effort and looks over at you, a stern frown on his face.

>Good ol' Cap, always there for you to pick up your messes.

>The two PaIadins begin walking you to the castle. "Did you see which way the fugitive went, Knight?

>You open your mouth and end up hacking a rough cough, and feel your esophagus churn. A glob of blood splats onto the ground.

>"Don't worry soldier, we're taking you to the infirmary."

>You smile, fantastic.

>After a long walk, you're finally brought in to the castle infirmary, and thrown roughly onto a cot in an empty room, separate from the main hospice. There are no windows, and the only light is from a candlelit iron chandelier.

>The Captain walks into the room with your shield, and leans it against the wall. He walks over to the bed.

>"Over 20 years of faithful service… and you throw it all away to help a demon possessed heretic…" the Captain sighs heavily, and for the first time you ever known him, you see a tear roll down his cheek. "I'm disappointed in you Ken."

>Several PaIadins march into the room, two holding Edith by the arms,

>At least, trying to hold her, Edith is nearly too much for them, her every struggle and flail nearly toppling them over to the ground. God I love that woman.

>A slightly more ostentatious looking PaIadin walks in, exuding pomp and authority.

>You struggle, but manage to sit up in your bed. "To what do I owe the pleasure, to have to Commander of the Holy Guard visit me? If you want to sign my sling, you'll have to wait.

>Not even responding to what you said, "God has seen through your act, and has cast judgement upon your betrayal. But in his infinite love and understanding, has deigned to give you mercy."

>"If I…?"

>"Tell us where the heretic went." You can feel his eyes stare at you unblinking from behind his helmet.

>"I don't know, he knocked me out cold before he-"

>A sharp metallic song rings out and you feel unbearable pain in your left shoulder. A wet thud on the floor beside you.

>"AAAAAAARGH!!" You can't feel that arm anymore. You feel faint from pain and blood loss.

>"Tell us where the heretic went." In the exact same indifferent tone and inflection.

>"-nnNNNG" pain shoots through the nerves in your shoulder, "Ung… suck my… dick…"

>You see the Commander slowly point his sword to your wife's chest, before quickly sliding it through her sternum, hearing a sickening crick as it slides through with little give.

>Edith gags in pain, eyes wide as they struggle to look at you one last time before the life fades from them.

>"EDITH! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

>…

>>152145

The society with less taxes and better internet.

We better see Anonson come back and wreck this fucking nigger-tier god.

>>153281

I bet it's not even a real god

I bet it's some fucking demon prince on a power trip just fucking everyone's shit up by impersonating God

Remember how Magdalene had a jewel in her Light God necklace that Anonson had never seen before?

>>153285

Or a corrupt Pope that is using heresy and black magic to stay in power, keep everyone afraid. That's my theory.

>>153261

I'm really hoping that Ken has some sort of magic bomb thing on him so he suicide bomb the fuckers. But this world is not that kind.

>>153261

>…

>Your whole body aches, your lungs are on fire, and you feel like throwing up.

>You heave up gulp of burning dry air. You can't even find relief in throwing up anymore. Great.

>You feel the late morning sun kiss your face as you exit the cave. "MAGDALENE! WHERE ARE YOU!?"

>No answer.

>You begin running to your typical spot by the waterfall. "Magdalene!? Are you there?!"

>You struggle to run to the big shady tree, and see white cloth flowing on the ground by it's roots.

>Every foot feels like a mile. But you finally make it. You see Magdalene lying sleep, leaning against the tree. "Oh thank God." you mutter under your breath, which leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

>You look at the sleeping demon girl. After all you went through, she looks like the most beautiful thing in the world, and you had a pretty high opinion before hand.

>"Maggie, please, wake up." You reach out and shake her gently. Her eyes flutter open and slowly turns to look at you.

>She lets out a loud shriek, "BY THE LIGHT! ANONSON!? WHAT'S GOING ON?? ARE YOU OKAY!?!?' She jolts up to her feet and lays her hands on your and slightly recoils, red staining her hands. "WHY ARE YOU COVERED IN BLOOD!?"

>"Don't worry, it's not mine." You say more nonchanlantly than you think appropriate.

>"THAT DOESN'T MAKE ME FEEL ANY BETTER!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?!?"

>You try to make sense of it all yourself, it's starting to feel like a blur. "Uh… Magdalene w-we need to run, get out of here, as far from human civilization as possible."

>"What HAPPENED?" Magdalene shouts, losing patience.

>"I'll tell you on the way, but it's not safe, they're going to be looking for me…" wanting to stop her shouting again preemptively, "I'm branded as a heretic, by the Church."

>She gasps and covers her mouth, "Anonson, oh my God. I-I'm sorry, it's my fault."

>"It really isn't it would have happened without you or not. I'll explain more once we're safe."

>She starts to walk, you trod along with her, you're not sure where she's going, but she's going kind of fast. You have trouble keeping up.

>I just need to sit down for a second. "Anonson, what are you doing!? You said we needed to go?!"

>You smile weakly, "Sorry… I had a rough day."

>She looks at you with concern. "Honestly, you shouldn't scare a lady this much." She walks over and slings her shoulder over you. She helps you walk along a few feet before you both collapse in a heap.

>Looks like you're both weak. You muster as much will as you can and stand up. Your knees feel weak, and you feel as if you're going to fall any moment. You look down and see Magdalene lie on the ground, her breathing is shallow.

>You feel a gentle warmth fill your heart, and you squat down to pick her up. She feels shockingly light, lighter than last time… You cradle her in your arms, and she weakly hangs her arms around your neck.

>"Go north past this tree… now stop, turn left 30 degrees… no LEFT." She scoffs, and takes an arm off your neck and points you where to go.

>This goes on as you trudge through the thick wooded forest for what feels like a few hours. You're not sure how you're still walking, but you make sure you don't accidentally bump your precious cargo at all.

>"Now just step through these bushes… we're here."

>You step into a small clearing in the woods, a small stream flowing through. You see a black leather tent stand securely on the ground. The remains of a campfire are in front of the tent with an iron rack over it.

>"We should be safe to stay here for the night. It's far out… way…f any… an…. ci… ds…"

>>153296

The semen demon is fading!

20CC'S OF SEMEN STAT!

>>153299

No, Anonson passed out that's why the story cut's off there. Magdalene is weak, but she's been sleeping, so she's not THAT weak, she just couldn't carry a young man and an over sized war hammer. Stopping for the night, more tomorrow, so more in about 10 hours? Sorry to people from different time zones.

>>153307

It's okay writefriend, we'll be here.

I KNEW THIS WAS GONNA END BADLY FOR PALADAD GOD DAMMIT

>>153242

>>153243

It all happened so fast I had to read the whole thing again

good job anon, continue

>>153360

I get what you're saying, and that jumping hammer move was supposed to be an insane stroke of luck, he won't get that lucky again. Though I have to wonder why you aren't bothered by Kenneth's style of fighting wielding a massive spiked tower shield as a weapon, or how Anonson is a fledgling berserker despite an immense fear of the afterlife, no use of psychotropic drugs and having a somewhat meek disposition. :^) Or maybe you are… sorry, bit late to retcon that…

>>153296

>Your vision starts slowly coming back into focus. You're on your back, and your entire body is wracked in burning pain. All you can see is black, with a gentle flickering blur of orange to your side.

>Suddenly, you hear the splash of water, and then something pleasantly hot and wet starts dragging across your body, washing the sweat and grim away. Goodness this feels amazing, it's like the pain in your body is melting.

>Where are you anyways?

>The events from before flash and your mind.

>You suddenly bolt upright, "MAGDALENE WE NEED TO RUN!"

>Magdalene was right there, your outburst reeling her backwards, "D-Don't SCARE me like that, Anonson! We're fine, we went far away this morningr? Remember?" She rests her soft delicate hands on your chest and starts to push back gently, "Just relax, let me take care of you okay?"

>Your worry melts away from her calm gentle words, she dips the cloth in her hands into a pot of water and resumes cleaning you.

>Wait since when were you naked!? …Whatever, you're too tired to remember how to be embarrassed right now.

>You almost feel like drifting back off to sleep. But you strain yourself not to just so you can enjoy Magdalene's loving treatment.

>After a few minutes, you feel completely clean, but she continues to wash you, letting her other hand run beside the washcloth.

>You're about to tell her you feel clean no when you feel soft lips press into yours, instinctively you reach out hand gently grasp her her head. She lets out a small surprised squeal and presses her body against yours.

>You become slightly frustrated when she pulls away from you, "I missed you, Anonson… I'm sorry I ran away from you last time." Her voice starts to break slightly, "But my vows are important to me, you understand, right?"

>You look at her an smile, "And I'm sorry I didn't run after you. From this day I promise to always be by your side no matter what."

>Her eyes start to well up with tears, "A-Anonson?" her lips nervously curl into a gentle smile.

>You sit up and sigh heavily, it was harder to to do just that simple movement than you thought it would be. You smell a delicious smell wafting through the camp.

Your stomach lets out a terrifying growl, ruining the mood a bit as Magdalene lets out a slight yelp in surprise.

>Magdalene recomposes herself and claps her hands together, "O-oh, I made you some dinner, I thought you might be hungry." She hands you the entire pot of stew that was sitting on the campfire's rack. It smells a bit gamy, and it looks like it was made with roots and herbs she scavenged from the woods.

>"Just eat what you need, you need it a lot more than I do. Go ahead." She's looking at you expectantly.

>You dip the spoon into the odd smelling stew and take an experimental sip to test the heat, before putting the whole spoon in your mouth. It tastes… different, but amazingly good. You dig into the stew with increased fervor, you feel like you haven't eaten in days.

>You reach the dregs of the pot and ask Magdalene to hand you your pack. You dig into it and pull out a piece of hardtack from inside, crumbling it up into the pot. You mix it up into a thick mush, making it much easier to scoop up with the spoon. When you finish, you feel completely satisfied.

>"Magdalene, that was amazing, you're a great chef!" She sways side to side, a big goofy smile on her face as her cheeks blush.

>"I'm glad you liked it…" Her face goes a bit dark, "I know it might be hard but… would you mind telling me what happened?" You start putting on your uniform, which Magdalene had washed to the best of her ability, blood stains still marred the cloth. It at least felt comfortable again.

>>153398

>You both sit by the campfire, and you notice she's still wearing the dress you gave her, and you're disheartened to see it's also blood stained. Must have smeared off when you were carrying her. Doesn't seem to stop her from wearing it though.

>You tell everything that happened to you after your last 'date'. How you were to become a Knight, how Kenneth found out about you and her, the passageway. You tell her about how Kenneth's debt to God forced him to do terrible things, how he tried to make sense of it all, and why he helped you. Magdalene smiled when you told her how Kenneth and Magdalene both saw you as their own son and risked everything to save you.

>Which reminded you, you dug through your pack and grabbed the parcel they left you by the shack. You open it up and and see a letter on top.

>In a steady practiced hand, the letter read:

"Dear Anonson,

If you're reading this, you made it out, and I hope you had the sense to run as far away as possible before reading this. If you haven't yet, put this away and run you dumb ass! Okay now make camp so you don't end up exposed if a storm comes. Make sure you have fresh water available.

>You roll your eyes.

"Anyways, I'm not exactly sure where you should go. Maybe you could have that little temptress of yours take you back to her home? Being a sex slave for life seems like a hell of a lot better than sticking around here. You're sure not going to be welcome around any human settlement, that's for sure. Unfortunately for me, I probably won't be able to join in the action with you. But don't worry, I promise me and Edith will be fine, we can take care of ourselves."

>The letter continues in a graceful flowing script, that's just barely readable, though it is beautiful.

"Hello sweetie, I hope this letter finds you well. Tell your sweetheart I said hi, and that she better make sure you don't do anything stupid. I know how you boys are, and my hubby's bad influence probably didn't help either. We wanted to make sure you still felt loved out in the harsh wilderness, so we put together this little care package after you left. (Sorry you saw that, I told Kenneth we should have rented a room at an Inn.) I made some more treats for you, and found I 'accidentally' brought home the more potent medications from work, so I thought you should take them. Be safe, know that we both love you very much, and I know we'll see each other again some day."

>>153412

>The letter is signed by both Kenneth and Edith. You see the ink smear and drip, and look up to see Magdalene reading over your shoulder. "They sound like wonderful people, you're really lucky to have them in your life, Anonson." She pecks you on the cheek before pulling away.

>You smile, "Yeah…" you really hope they're alright. Looking through the package, you see it's mostly filled with mouth watering golden brown sugar cookies. There's also a map, and several vials of various medications inside.

>You finish your story, and Magdalene looks at you sadly. "I'm really sorry Anonson, it's all my fault." She starts breaking down into tears.

>You move over and try to put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her but she pulls away. "I've ruined your life! And it's all because of me!" She starts to run, but you grab her wrist and pulls her back rougher than you intended, causing her to nearly stumble to the ground.

>"LET GO! Let me go! I'll only make your life worse! I already made my family's life worse, I can't bear to ruin yours any more!" She struggles to pull away, but she can't even budge your grip.

>You grab her other hand look into her eyes, "Magdalene look at me, I was damned the moment I stepped out of that cave. It didn't matter if I met you or not."

>She looks at your pleadingly, "Please… just let me go."

>You look at her and smile gently, "I can't. I can't let go of the only thing important left in my life. I love you Magdalene."

>She starts crying between heavy breaths, "A-Anonson, I… I…"

>You slowly let go, worried she'll run away as soon as you do, but she tries to linger her hands in yours before slipping away. She stands there and looks at you before slowly walking forwards, "I-I love you… too… I really do, Anonson."

>You reach your hand into your pocket, and pull out Edith's wedding ring. You gently grasp Magdalene's left hand before slipping it onto her finger. "Then will you marry me, Magdalene?"

>She holds her left hand up to her face and places her right on her cheek in disbelief looking at the ring reverently. Her eyes are full of tears as she opens her mouth into large wide smile.

>Magdalene says nothing as she swiftly clings onto you, burying her face in your chest before crying into it. Her sobbing slowly stops and she starts kissing your chest.

>You tilt her head up and kiss her passionately as she returns the affection. You can feel her lips are unsure if they should smile or pucker to better kiss you. You wrap your arms around her tightly, holding the most important person in your life as close against you as possible.

>>153413

You're gonna end up making me cry dammit

Please continue

>>153458

FUCKING SPEEDWAGON PUT THEM IN THE WRONG ORDER

Had almost finished writing this when I was attacked by the greatest monster of all REAL LIFE Back now

>>153413

>Gentle warmth flows from within your chest as you gently pick Magdalene up into your arms, and carry her to the tent.

>Magdalene looks at you with her beautiful red eyes and smiles widely, letting out a girlish giggle as she lovingly strokes your chest with one hand, her other arm hanging by your neck.

>You squat down at the tents opening, and crawl inside, carefully laying her down on the bedroll within. She watches you intently as you steadily take your uniform off. She softly bites her lower lip as her eyes scan you up and down.

>You lean over her and slowly grab her dress, tenderly lifting it up, over her head before setting is aside. You see she wasn't wearing anything underneath, but you remember she wasn't before so it didn't surprise you. What did surprise you was just how beautiful she was now that you looked at her carefully.

>She had small perky breasts, not quite flat, but barely a handful, with tiny pink nipples capping each one. Her thin slender waist gently flared out into a modest set of hips, and her legs were long, soft, and beautifully tapered into small delicate feet.

>A part of you felt it was a bit odd that a demon, who happened to subsist on semen, would look so petite, but it didn't matter to you. She was the most beautiful girl in the world to you, and you loved every inch of her body.

>She sees you staring at her for a bit too long, "S-stop staring! Y-you're making me embarrassed… and I'm starting to feel a bit cold… please…" Her face is bright red as she hides in her hands, peeking out between her fingers.

>You crawl on top of her and press your lips together, tongues gently dancing around the other, feeling out all the sensitive spots in each others mouths. She places her hands on your shoulders and occasionally hums contently into your lips.

>One hand props you up over her while your other strokes her soft cheek, before slowly caressing her neck, trailing down to her modest breast. You gently rub and massage the small mound, pressing your palm gently into the yielding flesh before making small delicate circles.

>Magdalene tenses slightly at your touch, a muffled moan is uttered in your lips. You take your fingers and start tracing a gradual spiral around her small hardening nipple. You break your kiss and slowly kiss down her chin, down to the nape of her neck. You lick it gently a few times, Magdalene's breathing grows heavier, her chest slowly heaving.

>As your finger spirals close to it's pink target, you press your lips into her neck and begin tenderly sucking, a small gasp escaping as she exhales.

>"A-Anonson…w-w-what are you-" She inhales sharply as your finger tip finally drags across her nipple, and you lovingly pinch your thumb, before tweaking it ever so gently while you scrape your teeth near her collarbone before showering it with kisses. She shudders as she exhales the breath she held in, "O-o-o-oh… A-Anonson."

>Trailing your lips down her body, you begin softly licking on her neglected breast, while you hand trails down to her legs, daintily running your fingers up and down her thighs, "A-Ahn~…. p-p-please, b-be gentler w-with me. I-I've-" She lets out a soft moan as you surround her nipple with your lips, circling your tongue over it.

>Her chest is rising and falling hectically as you attack her senses, "…T-this is m-my- Ahh~ …t-this is- mmMM~ y-you're my f-first… s-so please…"

>You slide back up, keeping your hand on her thigh, and kiss her deeply again. You slowly trace her skin with your fingers, down to her crotch, smooth as the rest of her body. Your fingers brush against her lips, and her body tenses again. You barely dip your finger into her folds, and you feel her shiver, as she mashes her lips harder in to yours as if to brace herself. Your fingers feel completely soaked.

>>153559

>You're having trouble containing yourself, you feel terrible discomfort in your pants, and you sit up, swiftly removing them. Magdalene hazily looks down at your erection and smile gently. "P-promise me you'll be slow, o-okay?"

>You crawl over her and give her a gentle kiss on the lips, "I will, just tell me if I'm hurting you okay?" She nods coyly. You're not entirely sure how to go about this yourself, but you grab your shaft and attempt to press it against her lips. It slips through but.

>"-Ah- ow… t-that's not right." Your face burns, you were doing so well up until now! Magdalene smiles warmly, "I-It's okay, keep going."

>You aim a bit lower and even gentler, push the head through her lips, you feel further folds open up within. Feeling her hands tighten into a death grip on your shoulders, you look up at Magdalene's face to see if you're doing it right. She's digging into her bottom lip hard, eyes fluttering upwards, she barely notices you look at her and shakes her head up and down desperately urging you to keep going.

>Before advancing further inside, you grab both of her hands in yours, giving yourself more support as you're on top of her. Magdalene tenses and arcs her back as you slowly, slowly, inch into her, terrified of hurting her. As you almost bottom out, you feel a slight give before you burst through suddenly.

Magdalene flinches and grits her teeth, letting out a pained groan.

>"Are you okay!? Did I hurt you!?" you start to worry you're making this terrible for her.

>She strains a bit of a smile, "Y-yeah, but i-it's normal…p-please… k-keep going…" she says between shallow breaths. You look down and panic when you see blood oozing out, but she did say keep going… You'll worry about it afterwards.

>Still cautious, you continue pushing inside her slowly. She breathlessly lets out a shuddering exhale as you fill her womanhood, eventually your tip kissing her cervix.

>You stay like this and look at her beautiful face, glowing pink, her delicate lips gently agape in a smile as her shallow breaths fill your ears like music. Her eyes looking at you like you're her whole world.

>You cautiously begin to pull back, careful not to go too far back. When you feel it's far back enough, you begin to slowly push back in, causing Magdalene to sigh pleasurably. You continue this pattern, getting comfortable with the motions, slowly picking up speed, Magdalene's voice slowly rising in pitch.

>All too soon you feel a pressure in your loins building, "M-Mags, I-I feel like… I-I don't know!" Is this normal? You think it's normal.

>Magdalene digs her nails into your shoulders and shoves her face into her chest, all she can let out is a desperate whimper that's steadily rising in pitch.

>You feel something burst through your manhood in short throbs, Magdalene suddenly goes completely rigid, her vaginal walls spasm and convulse, feeling like it's desperately trying to suck you deeper inside and never let go, her whimpering in time with each convulsion.

>You hold her tightly in your arms, still enjoying the feeling this gave you. Magdalene holds onto your shoulders, her head lying on your chest, as she desperately catches her breath.

>"Haaah… haaah… that was… t-that was…" Magdalene rubs her head into you as if trying to hide, you can feel the heat radiating from her cheeks, as she lets out a muffled, "…goodness…"

>>153562

Great as always op, but how were we so good at the whole kissing her neck and other stuff like that, when we don't even know what our own orgasms are like?

>>153585

Because we're naturally fantastic lovers. Or I fucked up a major scene terribly and I'm going to go grab the bottle of whiskey and cry in the shower, take your pick Also my virginal virgin-sex-scene. Also I'm not the OP, I hijacked the fuckers thread with my autism

>>153562

>You find yourself floating, all around are you are stars and celestial bodies.

>Looking around, you see a beautiful woman clad in a flowing white robe, wielding a spear that shines like the sun. She's kneeling down and holding something in her open palm. You can't see what it is from here, but you do see her crying uncontrollably.

>Concerned, you begin to reach out for her, she turns her head as if she noticed you, and you're shocked to see a look of utmost contempt form upon her face as she gazes in your eyes.

>You wake up to find you and Magdalene clinging to each other lovingly inside her tent, hearing her cute little snore into your chest.

>You can hear the stream next to camp gently babbling, birds are chirping about in the nearby trees, occasionally their wings flapping as they take off in flight.

>Part of you want's to stay like this forever, but you remember how you're on the run. You reach up and gently stroke Magdalene's hair. "Hey, hey Maggie, wake up, it's time to wake up." You speak softly.

>"Mmmm, five more minutes…" she mumbles sleepily, you don't even think she was even awake when she said that.

>You shake her gently, "NooooOOOOO, I want to stay like this forever." She whines, clinging to you harder. You get up, Magdalene clinging to you half way there before plopping back onto the bedroll. "Jerk." She pouts.

>You crawl out of the tent to grab your pack, but you become acutely aware of the breeze caressing your junk. You suddenly become very embarrassed and whip back inside. You see Magdalene getting dressed in her leather armor, and you decide to get dressed yourself.

>Now protected from the elements and public indecency, you pull out the map Kenneth gave you and spread it out for you both to look over. "I guess before we go we should actually figure out where TO go. Are there any human settlements that AREN'T controlled by the church?

>"Anonson I didn't even know that there was a human Church a few weeks ago. Monsters generally stayed away from all settlements when all slave hunters stopped coming back alive."

>You growl in frustration, "So what, we just wander the wilderness for the rest of our lives!?"

>Magdalene grabs your hand, "I wouldn't mind as long as you're with me." she beams.

>You return her smile sympathetically, "I want a better life for you than that though." You wrack your brain for an answer, "W-what about Ebonthorn Crag?"

>"W-w-what!? We can't go there!!!" She stammers.

>"Why not? You're a monster, you could just…" You trail off, "Pretend I'm your property or something."

>"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Magdalene yells, "I would never condemn you to the life of a mere pet!"

>"I don't know, Kenneth seems to think it's better than the life, or lack thereof awaiting me anywhere else in the world." You start to think for a moment. "Magdalene, what ARE you doing out here anyways?"

>She get's a really upset look on her face, and angrily scratches blank spot on the map where Ebonthorn Crag must be with a bit of charcoal, "FINE! We'll go to Ebonthorn, are you HAPPY!? Now help me strike the camp." She starts tearing the tent down in a huff.

>You help by folding the metal rack for the fire and pack it away, digging up the fire pit so that it looks as inconspicuous as possible and picking up any left over debris.

>Magdalene starts walking off, still frustrated. You sling your pack on your shoulders and grab your war hammer and start following her. You can't help but find your eyes wander down to her behind, noticing it has a bit more sway than you remember her having.

>She turns her head to look back at you, "I'll tell you why I came here on the way, its a few days long trip, and it'll help pass the time, I guess."

>"I love you too." You grin

>Her face turns red and she quickly looks ahead, "Y-you too…"

>>153605

MOAR

GAS THE TANUKIS!

SPECIES WAR NOW!

>>153605

>Also, I'm not the OP

Y-you'll always be OP in our hearts

You better just pass that along

Remember when I said I would mellow our the story a bit to blunt the edginess? I may have dulled the edge into a flat plane and put foam on it. Prepare for the story to jump the shark.

>>153605

>Magdalene trudges through the forest, as you struggle to follow her. You feel as bit frustrated as she moves through the brush with ease, while you struggle to keep up with your heavy pack and bulky weapon weighing you down.

>While still traversing the woods, Magdalene begins speaking, "Remember when I said I had friends in Ebonthorn's governing body?"

>You nod silently before realizing she didn't see that, "U-uh yeah."

>"Well, given that my society thrives on the cultivation of seed, my religious vows and my… vocal objections to the treatment of their lifeblood didn't sit well with… well everyone."

>"So they exiled you for taking up less resources that have become scarce and having a different opinion?" You question.

>She's a bit silent for moment, "Uh… not really." She stops and slowly turns to face you, a look of embarrassment on her face, like she had been caught reaching in the cookie jar. "I MAY have set several stables of human livestock free?" She grins sheepishly.

>"I guess I can see why that would get you exiled." You muse.

>She turns back around in a huff and resumes walking, "I WASN'T EXILED! …Because of my family's connections I was able to skirt around a much more severe punishment. Well, kind of."

>You both stay silent as you crawl through some particularly rough brush. As you finally break through, you're greeted with a massive expanse of lush verdant fields.

>The fields in the Earth district back at home were large, but not THIS large. The spring breeze flows through the grass, making it look as if the hills were alive and the earth had a heartbeat, "Wow…" You exclaim reverently.

>Magdalene grabs your hand and leans into your side, "Yeah, this is the first time you've been outside the walls of your home, isn't it?" she remains silent for a moment, "I'm glad I helped you see this."

>You begin walking through the fields and Magdalene resumes talking. "Moving on, I was given a choice, accept extended time in imprisonment, work the stables to pay off the damages I had caused…" she shudders at that one, "Obvious why I didn't choose that one. Or, I could scout human territory and bring back any valuable information about them that I could."

>You feel a tingling in the back of your head, "So you were a SPY the whole time!?" She turns to face you, "Yes but…" She grasps your hands, "When I met you, I-I had found that passage you came through, and I immediately considered heading back and telling them of this weak point in the capital but…"

>Your face twists into a displeased scowl.

>"I stayed… I wanted to see you again. You were the first… 'non-domesticated' human I had ever met. I didn't know they could be this sweet, and caring, and soulful."

>Your face relaxes, you really can't stay mad at her.

>"Besides, if I was going to deceive you, would I be TELLING you right now when we're no where near my home?" She grins and rolls her eyes, "Give me a little credit Anonson, I know I can be a bit of an airhead, but I'm not THAT stupid." She sighs and smiles at you, "I really do love you."

>She ponders this for a moment, "…And… you're my husband…" She smiles dumbly as it fully dawns on her, she lets out a loud girlish squeal and squeezes you tightly, "Mmmmm, husband…"

>"Yeah, I proposed to you last night." You scratch your head, smiling down at her as she squeezes you. "Are you always going to be this excited about it?"

>"Yes." She states abruptly. You find her too adorable and rub her head a bit.

>>153729

>Suddenly you hear a loud sniffing behind you. You jerk your head around to see what it is. What.

>A girl slightly taller than Magdalene is leaning over your pack, smelling it deeply. She suddenly notices you've spotted her and dashes back with great speed, afterimages trailing her, putting distance between you.

>You look at the girl, who has long wavy brown hair that flows dramatically in the wind, sitting on top of her head are floppy lighter brown dog like ears covered in soft fluff. She has blue eyes, steeled with purpose, is wearing high heeled buckled leather boots, light blue denim leggings, and an overly fancy blue double breasted trench coat. Underneath is a white frilly shirt with a low cut, exposing the pushed up cleavage of her modest bust. You can see a light brown fluffy tail sway slowly back and forth behind her. On her neck is a thick leather collar, a leather leash clipped on a steel loop, that trails into the space behind her jacket.

>In a childish girly voice, "YOU! I smell the the smell of a letter, and string, and wrapping in your pack!" her voice rife with anger and an embarrassingly stilted and dramatic tone. She pulls out a coil of leather leash from her jacket and holds it in her paw at her side"

>Thoroughly confused you slowly speak out, "Uh… I'm sorry?"

>She looks at Magdalene, still clinging to your side with a worried look. The odd dog girl gasps far too hard, "You steal the hearts of monsters! And make them your slaves!"

>Magdalene speaks out, "…Who are you? Anonson is this a friend of yours?"

>"I was going to ask you the same thing." You clear your throat and with a polite tone, "Yes, excuse me miss, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

>Her mood does a complete flip, who poses dramatically, pulling her collar out and brandishing it as a whip, "I am Ricki Barkmont! Of the family Barkmont! Long line of fabled Kobolds that hunt the scourge of this land, Mailmen!"

>You and Madgalene stare in disbelief, before you speak out. "I think you have the wrong idea, I'm not a mailman, and this isn't a thrall, this is my wife, Magdalene."

>Magdalene squeezes you lovingly and wiggles her fingers at the ostentatious Kobold in a greeting, "We just got married last night, it was magical."

>Ricki's face softens, and her tail wags rapidly, "Aww, that's so sweet!" She shakes her head, scowl returning, "You cannot fool me! Your words are as empty as your soul! Mankind ill needs a courier such as you!"

>Getting slightly annoyed by this foolish dog, you retort, "I'm not a mailman!!" Ricki pulls out a carved wooden dog bowl from behind her coat, somehow filled with water, and begins lapping at it dismissively as you speak, "Why would a HUMAN COURIER be THIS far out in the wilds, and not traveling the protected HUMAN ROADS?!"

>She finishes lapping at the water bowl, before tossing it onto the ground with a dramatic flair, "What is a mailman? A miserable little pile of parcels. But enough talk… Have at you!"

>She cracks her leash whip and goes into an unorthodox fighting stance, you roll your eyes and grip your war hammer firmly as Magdalene takes a few steps behind you.

>>153731

>Barkmont

well all those castelvania references get my sides in space

>>153731

Welp, Kobold gonna die tonight.

>>153731

>You quickly adjust your feet to a proper stance, and start thinking of things that anger you to psyche your self up.

>Ricki begins sprinting towards you, steps on the end of her leash-whip and flops to the ground face first.

>You lower your defenses and stare, you begin to hear Magdalene behind you laugh uproariously and can't help but join her.

>The mailman hunter quickly gets up, dirt speckling her reddened face, "S-shut up! I-It happens to a lot of Mailman Hunters! Mom said it's nothing to be ashamed of!" She puffs out her cheeks as she stomps the ground angrily.

>Tears in your eyes from laughing so hard, you barely see the blur of leather speed towards you before you feel a nasty sting on your chest. "YEOW! Hey watch where you swing that thing! That hurts!"

>Ricki laughs, "That's the point you filthy mail mover!" She cracks her whip again, this time it strikes the shaft of your war hammer and the collar at the end some how slaps shut and tightens on it. She attempts to yank your weapon away, but she can't budge it.

>While she can't yank it away, you can't exactly move it enough to swing. This would be bad, but if you moved closer the slack on the whip would loosen and it wouldn't exactly stop you from pummeling her, she probably didn't think this through.

>The kobold flashes a mischievous grin and pulls a small throwing dagger from behind her coat. So that's her game then. You quickly start sprinting towards her as fast as you can, hoping to psyche her out enough to close the distance so she cant throw them.

>She's too fast! She throws it at you before you even close half of the gap!

>The throwing dagger speeds towards you, slicing through your shoulder. It cuts through your clothes but only leaves a skin deep cut.

>It stings, but it helps spur you on into a sprint towards her, you rear your hammer back ready to strike. She sees you speeding towards her and a clear look of panic spreads on her face. She starts digging into her coat nervously, a cross and a throwing axe falling out onto the ground.

>She's not even paying attention as you slam her hard in the gut with the pommel of your war hammer.

>"Urk…" is all she can mumble before she falls to her knees and throws up over the objects she dropped. When her stomach finishes emptying it's contents she falls to the side and lays still. For a second you think she's dead, but she starts snoring obnoxiously.

>You sling the hammer back onto your shoulder and start walking away back towards Magdalene.

>She looks at the Kobold girl worryingly, "Do you think she'll be okay?"

>"I'm honestly wondering how she's alive to begin with, how did THAT survive that long ANYWHERE?" "You look back at Ricki, and see her kicking her leg in the air.

>Magdalene shrugs and you both continue walking to Ebonthorn Crag.

>>153890

Rekt

>>153890

>As soon as you're a good distance away from that melee of embarrassment, you start chatting with Magdalene again. "So what's a Kobold exactly?"

>Magdalene thinks for a moment, "They're like domesticated dogs, they have a good sense of smell, are easily excitable, loyal, but a bit simple."

>You scratch your head, "I thought monsters were supposed to be powerful?"

>"T-they can be, just like there are dogs that make viable guard animals, there are also ones that are too docile to be much a threat."

>You both walk through the plains in silence for a while.

>You get lost in your thoughts and start having questions pile up, you've never been in the outside world before, and information about it was highly controlled withing Duskbreach.

>"Magdalene?"

>"Hmm?"

>"Are there any monsters around here that we should worry about?"

>"Magdalene taps her chin, "Only slimes, weresheep, holstaurus… I think that's it, and most of them are really tame, so even if we see one we shouldn't have any issues."

>"If we had to fight, would you be able to use magic since we…" Your face grows warm.

>You see Magdalene's spaded tail twitch and whip a few times, "Um… maybe, nothing major, honestly not even anything remotely useful beyond an amusing parlor trick. You have to understand, I didn't… 'feed' since I was a young child, my body has to build up a reserve and recover before I can do anything really useful."

>"How have you defended yourself all this time?"

>"Well, I can be pretty sneaky! Also I have this!" She reaches into her pack and pulls out what looks like a long rectangular steel and brass box. She flips a lever, and in a frightening clack the mechanism's springs out violently, assuming the shape of a crossbow. She hefts it up with some effort and presents it to you proudly. "Do you like it?"

>You stand agape at this mind boggling piece of machinery, you didn't know that such a thing was possible. "D-does it work?"

>She smirks smugly, she places the stirrup into the dirt and struggles a bit to pull a large lever back before it clicks into place. She stands back up and places a simple leather bolt she pulled from a pouch and loads it into the device. She aims it at a nearby tree and squeezes a lever on the bottom of the stock. A loud metallic thwack rings out and the wooden bolt embeds itself into the tree.

>Even though it was far away you jump at the frightening display of raw mechanical power, "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT!?"

>Magdalene looks at you a bit sadly, "I-I made it… you don't think I'm able to make something like this?"

>You begin looking at Magdalene in a whole new light, "I figured you must have been witty to survive out in the wild, but this!?"

>She digs her toes into the dirt and, "Well, when you're as unpopular as I am, and can't rely on strength, you tend to find other outlets." She grabs the crossbow and pulls a small lever with a bit of effort, and pushes and folds the pieces back into the main body which clack partway into place. She strains to pull the main lever again and the whole thing slowly recedes into a mostly flush box with a click. She swiftly tucks it back into her pack

>"So I can help in a pinch if we ever get in any trouble, but you just have to keep me safe, okay? That thing is a bit of a pain to set up and load." She hugs you before leading the way once again.

>You resume travelling for a few more hours when the sky starts to darken rapidly, "Hey Magdalene? I think we should set up the tent and wait out the storm."

>Magdalene shakes her head, "We need to find higher ground than this, if it floods we'll be in danger. We just need to tough it out for a bit."

>Not liking the idea of trudging in the rain, but you don't want to argue with someone more experienced in this than you."

>The rain comes suddenly and pours down hard. This combined with the sun being all but blocked out makes your vision ineffective beyond ten feet.

>"Anonson, look over there." She shouts and points but you can't see where,

>"Where!?" You yell over the wind.

>She grabs your arm and points it.

>You see a small yellow glow in the distance. "Is it a good idea to approach that? What if it's Church controlled territory?"

>"There was no Church outposts anywhere near here on the map when I last saw it." She yells.

>You have somewhat of a bad feeling about this, but Magdalene seems to be handling the rain worse than you. Begrudgingly you simply follow her and steel yourself for any potential conflict.

>>153907

Great so far Anon. Are you the same writefriend who wrote that Mary the Shoggymora greentext in the bully thread? Because that shit was gold.

>>153907

Never thought I'll end up going to a monstergirl politics thread just for a rather fascinating story. Keep it up, you glorious writefag.

>>153910

Thank you, and yes I did write Mary the Shoggymora. I'm really glad you liked it. You can tell its me because of my autistic need to write shit tons of story can't you?

>>153915

Yeah its a bit weird posting this many posts by myself in someone else's thread. Thank you and I will, I still have a lot to go.

>>153907

>The storm started gaining strength, the wind felt like it would threaten to rip you off the ground, and the sky split asunder with blinding lightning that let out a deafening crack.

>You run up next to Magdalene and grab her hand tightly, worried you would lose her if you didn't. You feel reassured as she squeezes tightly back.

>You both fight against the furious gusts as you make your way to the light in the distance.

>It feels like forever but the light closes in, and you notice that the source the light blooming out from the windows of a cozy looking house.

>You and Magdalene make your way up the wooden porch and look at each other and squeeze each other's hands tighter before you knock on the door.

>Your heart starts to beat faster, your eyes dart around trying to plan out in your head for any escape routes, strategic choke points, anything. You can feel Magdalene's own worried heartbeat through her hand you're squeezing each other so hard.

>The door opens slowly and to some relief see a tall middle aged woman wrapped in a knit blanket, answers the door. "Oh my! Such cute little visitors all the way out here?"

>"We're sorry to intrude on you during such dire weather miss, but we were travelling and got stuck in this storm. We were wondering if we could stay the night? I'm sure we could arrange some sort of payment in exchange for a room." You inquire politely.

>Magdalene elbows you in the ribs, what's the deal?

>The older woman looks at you both holding hands and smiles, "Oh of course! You can stay for as long as you need! I couldn't let a young couple like you stay out in this terrible weather. Come in! Come in before you catch a cold!"

>"Actually we just recently got married, this is my husband, Anonson, and my name is Magdalene." She seems to have put a bit more emphasis on the word 'husband'…

>As you step inside the home, you see a roaring fire burning in a fireplace in the corner. Hanging over the open flame is a large cast iron pot filled with soup.

>"There's some fresh soup in the pot, feel free to help yourselves to as much as you want. I'm still used to making enough for a family, and I ended up making far too much again." She says with a twinge of sadness, before chuckling, "I've been getting a bit forgetful in my old age." She says playfully waving her hand about.

>You grab some bowls stored on a shelf next to the fireplace and ladle some of the hot soup into them, handing one to Magdalene. Magdalene looks at the bowl with noticeable disgust. "Magdalene don't be rude! She was nice to let two strangers into her house, show some manners!" You whisper sharply into her ear.

>You look at the soup to see what was gross and see… nothing, it looks like an ordinary bowl of creamy soup. It smells great, and has hearty chunks of vegetables and potatoes. "By the way miss, could I ask of our gracious host's name?"

>The woman sits down on a chair across the room, still wrapped in her blanket, "Oh goodness, a young man calling me miss. You know how to make a lady feel young, Anonson!" You see Magdalene roll her eyes in the corner of your vision, you're not really fond of her sudden attitude. "My name is Gwen, I'm just the simple caretaker of this farm. I like knitting and cooking when I'm not working out in the fields."

>You look at the bundled up woman and see she looks like shes in her mid to late 30's with slight crows feet when she smiles, which is all the time it seems. She has thick shoulder length hair that ends in playful curls. Her eyes are olive with long lashes and she has plump pouting lips. You're not sure how you missed it, but she has tiny white horns on the top of her head, similar to Magdalene's, albeit a smaller. On the sides are long, somewhat floppy white furred ears with black splotches. You assume she must be some sort of monster, but her hospitality is so gracious and her temperament so mild you don't worry about it. She's obviously one of the docile ones Magdalene mentioned earlier.

>>153932

>cream-type soup

>person who made it is probably a holstaur

>magdalene is upset for some reason

GEE I WONDER WHERE THIS IS GOING

>>153932

>You eat a mouthful of soup, and… and… it's the most amazing thing you've ever tasted! It makes you feel warm inside, and the fatigue in your bones seems to fade away. "Gwen, this soup is amazing! It's one of the best thing's I've ever eaten!"

>"Oh Anonson, you're much too kind! I'm glad you like it so much." She holds her hand up her upper sternum looking proud, "I made it myself! All the ingredients come from this very farm."

>You finish your bowl of soup quickly. "Have us much as you like, both of you! I already ate, and it would be a shame to waste it." Your appetite seems to have doubled from how good the soup is, you serve another bowl and dig into it ravenously. You look beside you and see Magdalene is halfheartedly stirring at a half full bowl. You start feeling concerned, but also a bit angry with how rude she's being.

>"Magdalene what do you think of Gwen's food?" You look over at her and smile.

>She looks at you and looks halfway at Gwen, before a forced smile spreads on her face, "It's… great… thank you ma'am, for your hospitality."

>Gwen looks on with an awkward smile that fades for a few seconds before it returns more genuinely.

>There's an awkward silence that drags on for a few minutes, broken up only by the occasional crash of thunder. Eventually, Magdalene finishes her soup.

>"So Anonson, what's you and your wife doing in the area?" Gwen looks at you curiously.

>You're not entirely sure if you should answer that truthfully, you ARE a wanted criminal after all… in human civilization anyways. But Gwen is a monster, and she seems nice enough. You look over at Magdalene, who gives you an annoyed look, before nodding.

>You attempt to give the short version, which still takes a bit long, but Gwen looks on intently, which gradually grows to rapt, wide eyed, undivided attention. Your story seems to have her by the heart strings, as she becomes emotionally invested through the entire thing. Half way through, she interrupts, "Oh! I'm sorry sweetie, but I should go clean those bowls real quick before they dry out too much! I'll be just a moment. Oh! And I'll make some tea for us to share while you finish your story!"

>The woman gets up and leaves her blanket on the chair, and you feel your jaw drop to the floor. Her bust EASILY puts Edith's to shame and seems impossibly full and perky for her age. Her hips are so wide and bottom so full each step she takes with her thick shapely legs feels lewd to look. Despite her proportions, her waist seemed impossibly dainty and thin, it was a marvel she didn't snap in half! You try with all of your willpower not to stare, but the clingy silk nightie and long sheer knee-socks she's wearing ISN'T HELPING.

>Magdalene's irritated growling snaps you back to reality as you look to the ground, you face burning in embarrassment.

>A few minutes pass and you feel like it's safe to look up from the floor. You look up and beside you and see Magdalene red in the face, you can barely hear her teeth grinding from behind her lips. No, it looks like polished wooden planks will be your conversation partner for the night.

>>153952

>Gwen comes back with a tray containing a ceramic teapot with steam billowing out and three tea cups. "Here you are, it's tea made from herbs I grow in my garden, my own special blend."

>Gwen pours Magdalene a cup who all too quickly wafts the steam up to her nose with an odd professional look in her eyes, before dipping her pinky finger into the hot liquid and gingerly dabbing her tongue on it. She thinks for a moment and seems to relax slightly.

>Gwen looks at her with gentle concern before pouring you a cup, finishing with her own. She sets the tray on the table and turns to Magdalene, "Sweetie, do you not like the tea? Is it too strong? I could get you some milk if you want."

>You hear the chair she's sitting on screech against the floor boards. "N-no thank… you…"

>"Well how about your dear?"

>Still staring at the floor, "N-no thank you ma'am."

>You hear her hum in concern, "Goodness, I hope you both didn't get sick being out in the rain like that. Anonson, do you still feel up to telling me the rest of your amazing story?"

>Your hard drilled manners are at odds with you, you struggle to look at your host so not to be rude when speaking to them. You just need to lift your head… there! You manage to tear your eyes up to hers. NO NOT DOWN THERE. There, eyes. You nervously start your story back where you left off, Gwen's engagement in your tale making her lean in her seat, elbows on her knees to rest her head on her hands as she gapes in amazement.

>Her pose is making it difficult for you not to do the same. But finally you finish as your story reaches how you got here (sans that run in with Ricki the Kobold, you kind of wanted to forget about that.)

>"Oh that's so terrible! I'm sorry that you had to go through so much, at such a young age!" she turns to Magdalene, "And aren't you just the sweetest thing! Sticking with the man you love despite the danger! Oh it's just like one of the fairy tales I read to the girls when they were little!" She gets up and starts walking up to Magdalene, "A heart warming story of forbidden love overcoming all odds, you're such a lucky girl to have a handsome young man love you so much!" She picks up Magdalene with ease and smashes her into her bosom and a tight embrace.

>You feel embarrassed for a couple reasons at once and hope she doesn't hug you too, you're not sure you would survive Magdalene's wrath. Gwen releases her back onto her seat. Magdalene just sort of sits there slack jawed with a dazed expression.

>Gwen begins approaching you and you break out into a sweat, you never thought this would be how you died.

>Gwen kneels down in front of you and looks into your eyes. "You promise me you keep your wife safe, okay? It's a man's duty to protect his wife." Her smile widens further, "You remind me of my husband when he was still with us… He was always so brave and adventurous. So loving and caring…" her eyes begin to glisten as she looks in your eyes. "Oh listen to an old lady and her rambling, it's getting late! I bet you two are tired from all that travelling. You two can stay in my daughters' old unused room, just shut the door so I know to give you some privacy." She gives a knowing wink. "I'm getting on in years and I can't stay up as late as I used to without my husband around, I'm going to bed. Feel free to make yourself at home!" Gwen walks into the hallway and into what you assume is her bedroom.

>Magdalene lets out a frustrated sigh, making you jump in surprise.

>>153954

Poor cow MILF, she just wants someone to make her feel young again

>>153956

>while having angry sex

>"I bet you wanted to suckle her"

>she comes in

>"maybe he does"

>>153954

>Magdalene leaves for the hall in a huff and you hear a door slam. Guess she went to bed without you. You stare into the dying flame in the fireplace, meditating on what happened today… well, what happened on the latter half anyways. You're trying to forget that other thing.

>You're kind of mad at Maggie though, she was being so incredibly rude to Gwen. Even though you're a man, and admittedly not the most perceptive man, you can kind of see why she was upset. But her behavior was inexcusable!

>You try to let it go and calm down, but it's burning in the back of your mind, eating away at your rationality. You really don't want to fight with her in someone else's home but these concerns are starting to melt away from your burning rage.

>You get up from your seat and walk down the hall and open one of the closed doors.

>"Oh hello Anonson? Did you need something?" Gwen is sitting up in her bed naked, reading a book.

>Your ears burn so hotly you feel as if they would burst. You attempt to calm down your embarrassment and anger before speaking. "Oh I'm DEEPLY sorry ma'am, I opened the wrong door by mistake."

>"Are you sure you didn't just want to keep an old lady company?" She waves her hand in a playful manner before laughing melodiously. "I'm just teasing you sweetie, I wouldn't take a sweet girl's man away like that, even if I was able to!" She gives you a friendly smile.

>Her friendliness would comfort you, but her good behavior only makes you more upset at Magdalene. "Actually ma'am, would you do me a favor a cover your ears for a bit, I need to have a private talk with my wife in the next room, and I'm not sure how thick these walls are. I don't wish to disturb you."

>Gwen's face turns red, "O-oh my, o-of course deary. O-oh my… you have that same forceful look in your eyes my late husband had." She covers her face coyly before sliding her hands to her ears, giving you a wink.

>You gently close Gwen's bedroom door behind you and turn the knob on the only other closed door.

>It's locked, and it's really pissing you off. You push harder and harder until the door busts open, wood around the latch bursting into splinters.

>"ANONSON WHAT THE HELL!? LEAVE ME ALONE!" Magdalene covers her naked body with a sheet.

>You walk over to her bed, staring unwavering into her eyes. "WHY WERE YOU RUDE TO OUR HOST!? SHE LET TWO BLOOD CAKED STRANGERS INTO HER HOME AND GAVE US FOOD AND YOU TREAT HER LIKE SCUM!"

>Magdalene shifts her eyes around before puffing out her chest in defiance, "Y-yeah? But I wasn't the married man practically drooling over her fat udders!"

>"LIKE YOU WEREN'T LOOKING AT THEM EITHER!? YOU'RE LETTING SOMETHING SHE WAS BORN WITH MAKE YOU TREAT A NICE TRUSTING LADY LIKE GARBAGE!!"

>She stares at you and her face goes red as she clenches her teeth hard, "YOU'RE BEING A TOTAL ASSHOLE!!"

>>153971

>You're entirely sick of her disgusting attitude, you quickly take off your shirt and drop your pants. You grab her by the shoulders, and in one swift motion sit on the edge of the bed and forcefully lean her over your lap.

>Your voice lowered, but still dripping with anger, "You've been very naughty tonight Magdalene, you need to be taught a lesson in good manners."

>You raise your hand and strike her bottom firmly, Magdalene letting out a pained squeal. "ANONSON WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU-"

>You strike her bottom again, harder this time, Magdalene inhales sharply through her teeth. "Don't YELL, Gwen might be trying to sleep." You hiss in her ear.

>"Anon I swear to God I'm going to fucking k-EEP!" You swat her again.

>"Don't talk back to me you rude little imp, not when you're being punished." You ready another strike, "Now… tell me what you did wrong."

>"I expected my husband not to lust over other wom-AHN~" You smack her bottom hard, her pale cheeks are starting to look pink

>"I SAID… tell me what YOU. DID. WRONG." You ready your hand again, and look over into her eyes.

>Magdalene's face is red, she looks around nervously and bites her lip, "Gwen tried to steal you away from m-MMMMM" You give another firm strike.

>Her face is absolutely flushed and seems to be spreading all over her body, a sheen of sweat is covering her entire body, and her breathing is getting shallow. Her eyes shift back and forth nervously, and start to water. "I-I… I was… JEALOUS!" Her body tenses up.

>You gently place your hand on her butt and gently start rubbing it from cheek to cheek, Magdalene lets out a shuddering sigh, her eye lids fluttering. "Yes? Jealous about what?"

>She starts to breathe heavily and seems to hesitate before answering, "O-of HER!" As you rub her buns, you lower your hand's path and slowly trace your fingers across her nether lips as you pass from cheek to cheek. "You were jealous of 'who'?"

>She lets out a few tortured huffs, "Of GWEN!" She starts to push her behind into your hand, but you keep it at a steady pressure, making sure to spend just a bit more time tracing her labia. "Why were you jealous of Gwen?"

>Her breathing gets rapid, "Because. of. her…" she gasps for breath, "…her BOOBS" she starts choking up, "I. Wish you. would look. at me. like that!"

>You grab her shoulder and roughly, as she lets out an excited squeal. You lift her upright and grab her other shoulder with your other hand. You look at her face, it's red and teary eyed. Wasting no time you kiss her lovingly, and she holds on to you tightly.

>"I married YOU Magdalene, I didn't marry a pair of breasts. I married all of you, to have and to hold. I would never let another woman, or her breasts, come between us."

>>153986

>"A-A-AnonSOOON-" She barely has time to speak before you lift her up by her bottom with ease and set her on your lap. The little ride has left her giggling.

>You lean over to her ear and whisper gently, "If you wanted me to pay more attention to your breasts, you just had to ask me." You bite down gently on her ear as you reach both hands around her and start kneading her modest bust gently.

>Magdalene starts breathing slow heavy breaths, shuddering with every exhale. You slowly move your mouth down, letting her feel your every breath, and slowly nibble on her neck. You gently start flick her pink little nipples playfully with your thumbs.

>You can feel her start to grind herself into your lap, making your member harden rapidly. Magdalene lets out a high pitched gasping moan as she feels your dick harden against her dripping pussy.

>You give her hardened nipples a gently twist, making her moan a deep lustful moan, You slide your hands down her waist, gently caress her hips and pry your fingers under her cheeks. You quickly lift her up over your lap, and twitch your groin muscles to carefully adjust your cock's angling, before slowly, gently letting her down, sliding her pussy down onto your shaft.

>With her safely impaled, you used the springiness of the mattress to bounce up and down, sliding your hands over her breasts again. You feel your dick slide in and out of her quivering womanhood roughly, as you squeeze her small mounds more firmly.

>"A-A-Anon-son!" Magdalene cries, "S-slow down! I-I-I'm about to-" You quickly lift her back up off your dick, and she lets out a frustrated moan, "NO!! P-put it back in!!!" You quickly toss her onto the bed, she lands on her hands and knees, bouncing slightly before the bed settles again. Before she has a chance to move you position yourself behind her and place your dick between her cheeks.

>"I'm trying to teach you a lesson in manners, honey." you smile lecherously, "Now tell me what you just did wrong."

>"I-I don't know!" You smack her reddened cheek, and she lets out an excited squeal. "You didn't tell me please."

>"P-p-please!" You slide your length up and down between her buns, "Please what?"

>"P-please! Put it inside me!" You slide your tip over to her lips and let them gently kiss, "PLEASE FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG HARD COCK! PLEEAAAASE!!!"

>You give her butt a gentle pat, "Good girl." You thrust it inside hard, Magdalene starts screaming a bit too loudly, but you don't care, you start hammering away into her pussy, her voice straining to vocalize how she feels. All too quickly her silky walls clench down on you hard and her body tenses up, "O-o-ooooooooh Goood… y-yessssss…" She collapses into the sheets, your still hard dick sliding out.

>You slide up to her side and rub her head gently. "Honey, you forgot something." You sit in front of her face, and lift her up from under her arms, positioning her face in front of your erection. She looks up dreamily and lifts her head, quickly bringing it into her mouth and sucking it lazily. As she comes out of the haze of her afterglow, her pace begins to quicken, and she begins to softly moan, her vibrations driving you crazy.

>As your mind begins slipping away you hear something that grabs your attention. You softly lean your head against the wall, ear cupped against the wooden surface.

>"mmmm… oh gosh… yes… anonson… yes… please suck them… suck my titties harder anonson… mmmm…"

>You suddenly feel a bit uneasy and embarrassed, until you feel yourself ejaculate into Magdalene's mouth, and feel her tongue lap it up greedily, relentlessly

>"Oh God Anonson, that was amazing… You were like a whole different person…" She nuzzles her cheek into your thigh, humming happily. She looks up into your eyes, "I'm sorry I got mad at you Anonson, I shouldn't have let my insecurity treat Gwen like that."

>You smile and pet Magdalene's head- "Oh GOSH! MMMMMNNNNAAAAAAAGH!!!! ANONSON, YEEEESSSSS!!!!!"

>Magdalene's eyes pop out of her head in total disbelief, and you feel like you're dying inside. Well that moment was completely ruined.

>>153987

Suggest threesome with holstaur?

>>153987

>"All of a sudden I'm bushed, let's hit the sack."

>>154049

More like RIP Anonson

>>153987

>You wake up to the sound of rain pattering on the window, a slight glow of the morning sun shining through the layer of dark clouds gently illuminating the room.

>You're laying next to Magdalene, gently spooning her. The sheets around you are in complete disarray.

>She gently shifts, guess she just woke up. You sleepily turns around and you see her eyes are struggling to open and her eyes show clear signs of fatigue.

>You're feeling exhausted yourself. "Last night was fun."

>Magdalene looks at you with a deadpan look, "Yeah it would have been, if SHE hadn't continued for 3 hours after we finished. You have any idea how awkward it is to hear another woman cry your husbands name out for three hours when he's laying next to you?"

>"Yeah, I was there…" You yawn and attempt to blink the crust out of your eyes. "But it sure didn't stop you from going at it a second time."

>Magdalene groans in disgust, you can't help but chuckle. "So should we be going?"

>"I guess, we should be leaving soon anyways." Magdalene looks outside the window, "Really don't want to travel in this weather though."

>"It's calmed down a lot, can't be that bad."

>"Yeah but we'll get all soaked! I don't like the feeling of wet leather!" she whines.

>"Well we did promise to repay Gwen for letting us stay. I was thinking we should stay and do some chores for a bit. Maybe by the time we're finished the rain will finally clear?"

>Magdalene shoves her head under a pillow, in a muffled voice, "Uuuuggh, I don't want to stay. How are we going to be able to look Gwen in the face after last night?" She pulls her head out, "Don't you DARE say a thing."

>You smile stupidly trying not to laugh failing slightly. You manage to calm yourself down, before you both start lifting yourself out of bed and getting dressed. You both walk out into the living room and smell something cooking. The delectable smell leading both of you by your noses into the kitchen/dining room.

>You turn the corner and see Gwen tending the stove, something sizzling on the pan. Gwen is wearing nothing but lacy panties and an apron, somehow just barely covering her massive bosom.

>Magdalene squeezes your hand so hard you're worried her nails will draw blood. You can't even stare at this point, content with just resting your face in an open palm, exasperated.

>"Oh hello sweeties! I trust you both slept well." She gives you both a warm smile, you start thinking she didn't even think you heard her last night. "I thought I would make you love birds some breakfast."

>"Oh thank you ma'am you're too kind." You walks with Magdalene over to the wooden table and pull a chair our for her, letting go of her hand as soon as she begins sitting down. she looks at you and smiles. You choose a seat next to her around the adjacent side of the table, close enough to hold her hand from underneath.

>Gwen serves the food she was making into some dishes and places them at your seats. It looks like some sort of hot cereal grain, with some eggs and roasted potatoes and onions. "Go ahead, and eat up! Don't worry about me, I already ate breakfast before doing the chores while you were asleep this morning."

>You get a twinge of guilt for sleeping in, and realize if she did all the chores what will you do to pay her for her hopsitality!?

>As soon as you finish your thought you and Magdalene look up from eating the delicious food when you hear something clack onto the table.

>It's a tall glass of milk for each of you. "Sorry about that dearies, forgot your drink!" She smiles at you with a kind smile.

>You try to finish your breakfast without drinking the milk, but the cereal and potatoes are drying your mouth out, and you feel the residue of your meal building up in your throat. You feel something squeeze your hand under the table and see Magdalene smiling at you gently. You guess she's fine with it then. But you don't want to assume anything, you slowly grab the glass, making sure she's looking so you can see her reaction. She slightly nods her head as you bring it to your lips.

>>154152

>You take an experimental sip and feel the warm creamy liquid flow down your throat. This is so much better than the milk from back home! Though you try not to think of where this milk came from.

>Gwen walks behind Magdalene and puts a hand on her shoulder, "Deary, is something wrong? You haven't drunken your milk yet. Are you allergic? I promise this is gentle on your stomach."

>Magdalene's face turns pink, "N-no ma'am I just haven't gotten to it yet…" she stammers to find words, "Your food is just so good, I forgot!"

>You smile as you see your lessons in manners had stuck.

>Gwen leans over to Magdalene's ear and starts whispering inaudibly to her. As she listens to her words, her face slowly grows burning red. She quickly grabs the glass and begins chugging the entire thing in one gulp.

>You look slightly confused. Gwen giggles sweetly, "Oh my, you really must like it, don't worry sweetie, I'll get you another glass" She picks up the empty glass and walks somewhere else.

>Magdalene stares forward, her mouth flat and quivering, but the corners struggling not to lift themselves into a smile. Her face is still bright red as sweat drips down.. What the hell was that all about?

>You finish eating breakfast, almost disappointed when you finish, but you feel pleasantly full. Gwen comes in with another full glass and you become vaguely aware of the blush on her face. You've been succeeding in not looking at her chest, but you're vaguely aware that big, puffy, engorged looking nipples are straining against the abused apron, the areola peeking out the sides.

>Gwen exhales sharply drawing your full attention back you her face. Her warm smile seems a bit guilty. "I will be right back dearies, I… need to take care of something… you just make yourself at home. She opens the front door and you hear the door slam.

>You see Magdalene's face has only gotten redder as she starts chugging the glass of milk at a slightly slower pace. "Hey Honey, are you okay?"

>She finishes drinking and lets out a deep satisfied sigh, slamming the glass on the table. She looks at me her mouth slightly opened into an awkward toothy grin. "I-I think I know how we can repay Gwen."

>"That's great! Did you have something we could trade her?" You say enthusiastically.

>Magdalene gets up, and keeps her eyes to the floor as she grabs your hand and pulls you off your chair. She begins leading you out the door and you remember it's still raining. Was Gwen still working out her in THOSE clothes? She must be one tough lady…

>Your train of thought is broken as Magdalene drags you into a sheltered barn, it's small, but there doesn't seem to be any livestock here. At least it's out in the rain. You become aware of the all too familiar sound of Gwen's love song. Your cheeks start feeling warm again. "U-uh Maggie, w-what are we doing, shouldn't we give Gwen some privacy?"

>You hear Maggie's breathing over Gwen's slightly muffled moans, you're about to look over to see if Magdalene is alright when she plows into you, softly pressing you against the wall and kisses your lips.

>You vaguely feel her hardened nipples pressing through her clothes, as she slides her chest up and down against you, showering your face, neck and chest in kisses

>You really enjoy her affection, but you hold her back by the shoulders, as she struggles to close the distance between you. "H-honey hold on, how is this going to help Gwen?" You look at her and see her nipples look like they're about to tear through her dress, as her chest heaves up an down with each slow deep breath.

>Magdalene seems to muster a bit of self control, and slowly meshes her fingers in yours. She leads you around the corner to a small stall. Inside you can see Gwen sitting down on a bucket, desperately grasping an engorged nipple with one hand, milking herself into a large steel canister. Her other hand seems busy between her legs.

>Between deep breaths, Magdalene speaks in a low voice, desperately trying to hide the lustful undertones. "Gwen… needs help. Being milked." Her chest starts heaving faster. "We can help her. As payment."

>>milking scene

this gonna be good

>>154161

>You look at Magdalene incredulously, "Maggie! W-w're married! We shouldn't do this with another woman! T-that's wrong!"

>Magdalene looks at you, a needing look in her eyes, "B-but we can do it! I-I'ts fine! W-we'll do it. Together!"

>"B-but what about our vows before God!" you quip, really hating your self control right now.

>Magdalene looks at you quizzically, "W-what? A-Anonson, t-the Book of L-Light s-say's a-all acts of love a married couple does i-is sacred, a-as long as t-they do it. Together!"

>You're pretty sure the Holy Book of Light never said that, but God has only made your life hell, and you're already a branded heretic. Who cares at this point. Your worries melt away as Magdalene looks at you and smiles, gently squeezing your hand. using your free hand, you stroke her cheek and give her a chaste kiss on the lips, which she tries to push deeper before you pull away.

>You both walk over to Gwen hand in hand and put your free hands on each respective breast, gently pressing in to the soft, warm, yielding flesh.

>Gwen jumps in a start from both of your touch, and her face burns a deep crimson. "O-oh my goodness! W-w-what are you t-two doing here?" She looks between both of you before looking down at herself, and desperately tries to cover herself. "T-this is so improper! I-I'm so sorry!"

>You place your hand on Gwen's shoulder and looking into her eyes with a gentle smile, silently urge her to relax.

>Gwen looks at you, and looks at Magdalene, before looking downwards coyly as her body relaxes back onto her seat.

>You and Magdalene both painfully let go of each other's hands, before stripping down, clothes bunching up on the straw that covers the floor. You feel yourself already half erect, and look over to Magdalene.

>You can't quite place your finger on it, but she looks amazingly beautiful, much more than usual. Her long flowing black hair seems shinier, and her pale skin seems to glow. You stare hard at her, you feel like something's different about her and it's bothering you that you can't seem to see it. Her horns, they look a bit longer actually, the base of them seem less white and smooth and more a dark blackish violet, with slight ridging. Magdalene sees you staring at her intently and her whole body flushes a shade of red as she giggles shyly.

>She walks over and grabs your hand again, feeling whole once more. You both approach Gwen, who is smiling shyly, and both kneel and plant a large nipple in your mouth.

>Both of you start suckling on the hot dark pink nubs and you find yourself choking for a second as milk flows out violently. Milk overflows out your mouth as you desperately try to find a decent rhythm. The flow slows down to a more manageable stream and you find yourself able to drink every drop that flows out. You glance over at Magdalene and notice that she's way more into this as you are. Her cheeks desperately hollow out as she sucks on the breasts, determined not to let a single drop spill.

>Not wanting to disappoint your host, you redouble your efforts in matching your wife's passions. The milks sloshing over your tongue makes it easy though, it's just like the milk you were served in the glass, but thicker, creamier, warmer, and sweeter. Despite the fact you just ate, it barely feels like you're satisfied at all. You can't get enough, and it makes you suckle with greater fervor.

>You and Magdalene both service Gwen's breasts dutifully, hands still gripping each other's firmly. You become vaguely aware of the smell of arousal pervading the air, and you're not sure which girl it's coming from. Gwen's every inhale is fast and sharp, and every exhale escapes her lips as a low sultry moan that slowly grows higher.

>After what feels like half an hour, the milk gushing from Gwen's plump breasts has slowed down into a frustratingly low trickle, you and Magdalene are both trying to milk them for every last drop. But to your frustrations it seems you've both squeezed her dry.

>Gwen's massive bust quakes, as you see her body shivering with intense arousal, her open legs buckling wildly and her womanhood dripping wet, coating the insides of her thighs and the bucket she sat on.

>You look at Magdalene and see her sitting on her knees, her legs tightly clenched together as her free hand grips her inner thigh firmly. She looks at you and down at your now painfully throbbing erection and licks her lips hungrily.

>gwen goes on about how this is the best thing that has happened to her in a long time.

>joins them on their travels

>as the story continues, more and more monsters join them

>group becomes a roving harem, led by Magdalene

>group gets to Ebonthorne Crag, and get properly banished

>can't go back to his home, nor can Magdaline hers.

>Anon Anonson. a man denied by his homeland

>builds a new society, of love without borders.

>monstres sans frontières

>>154167

Oh fuck, now that Magdalene has tasted sex for the first few times, she's becoming a crazed sex machine!

>>154169

Anon Anonson, A.k.a Big Balls, Trouser Snake or The Man Who Fucked The World.

>>154167

>Magdalene pounces on top of you and starts desperately sucking your dick. Seem's like after all that time nursing on Gwen, she's gotten too used to having something in her mouth. Her incessant attack on your shaft quickly causes you to tense up and cum, as she begins milking you dry.

>Magdalene hums happily as she consumes the last drop and picks her head up to kiss you. You hear Gwen still moaning, along with a wet squelching. You glance over and see the voluptuous woman fingering herself as she watches you two. A desperate look is in her eyes as she gently bites down on her finger.

>Your wife leans in to your ear, "I feel bad for Gwen making her watch, would you mind if we took care of her one more time?" She says in a sultry whisper, her voice springing your manhood back to life. "I'll take that as a yes."

>You feel slightly betrayed as you begin to have reservations about this. Magdalene approaches Gwen, and pulls her into a hug, her petite torso engulfed by the massive breasts as both women kiss each other passionately.

>Magdalene's face slides down into the cavernous bosom as your gracious host stands up. Your wife seems to be wiggling her face in the cavernous cleavage as she awkwardly leads the much taller woman over to a wide pile of straw. Gwen slowly sits down before pulling Magdalene on top of her as she leans back and lays on the floor. Both women press their lips against each other before Maggie pulls away and sits up, straddling Gwen's narrow waist.

>Your wife turns and beckons you to come over, before she gets up and walks over next to Gwen's head. "Okay Anonson." She says between labored breaths, "I want you. to show Gwen. what she's been missing out on." She points you over to Gwen's crotch and looks at you expectantly.

>You slowly walk over and position yourself between the older woman's thick shapely legs. You grab her by the knees and prop them up over your legs, before beginning to line up the tip of you manhood up to the slavering wet pussy, heat radiating oppressively over your shaft.

>Magdalene straddles Gwen's head, before slowly squatting down over her face. You hear gentle lapping and see Maggie's mouth loll open, tongue hanging out of her mouth.

>You stick yourself inside of the stranger's slit, and feel it's surprisingly tight for a woman of her size. Gwen lets out a muffle scream, Magdalene letting out a pleasured moan in turn. As you slowly thrust into Gwen, you look up at Magdalene and feel a bit lonely. You manage to lean over while still plowing into the incredibly tight folds and reach out to your wife. Magdalene manages to see you through her hazy half-lidded eyes and reaches back to you.

>Your fingers both entwine, and you feel fully content. You begin rutting harder, earning louder moans from Gwen. Maggie attempts to look at you in appreciation, but can't keep her face straight as body tenses up with pleasure. You lean over and kiss Magdalene, who snaps out of it just enough to probe your mouth with her tongue. You both get lost in each others passionate kiss as you continue plowing into the older woman, and as Magdalene grinds her self against Gwen's face.

>Everyone settles into a rhythm that seems to be to everyone's liking, but soon seems to devolve into desperate thrusts, jerking, and grinding as the two women's vocalizations reach a fever pitch. All of a sudden it becomes far too much for you far too fast, and you feel yourself cum hard deep inside Gwen, who locks her legs around your back as her back arches, her inner walls milking you desperately, squeezing out more semen you thought you had. Gwen's finally scream's vibrations send Magdalene over the edge, as she melts further into you, her body quickly losing strength.

>Everything goes blank as all three of you collapse in a heap.

>>154252

>>154174

>You become vaguely aware of consciousness, despite your eyes insisting they remain shut tightly.

>You feel comfortably slumped over face down on top of a large warm fleshy mass, you're unconsciously suckling on a hot firm nub, and you feel a small dainty hand weakly in yours, while an arm is wrapped around your back.

>You feel so warm and comfortable, you don't want to move at all. But the morning sun keeps insisting it offend your eyes through your closed lids.

>You awaken to find yourself gently nursing Gwen's breast, you pull your lips off with a quiet pop, and look beside you. Magdalene is holding on to your hand, in the same position as you on your host's other breast. Gwen is holding you both close to her bosom with surprisingly strong arms.

>Your wife tightens her grip on your hand, and you hear her hum contently as she wakes up, her suction on the poor woman's reddish-pink nipple increasing slightly as she gains consciousness. You start to think Magdalene was enjoying this whole thing more than you did.

>As if she read your mind, her eyes jerk open, as she looks at what she's doing, before looking at you. She slowly slacks her mouth and allows the nipple to slide out. Her face blushes as she looks at you with a guilty smile.

>You feel your warm fleshy bed start to shift, before the massive mammaries start to slide against you, pressing you into Gwen's arms. In a still somewhat sleepy voice, "Oh dearies, that was absolutely wonderful. I haven't felt that way in a LONG time." She tightens her grip around both of you, squeezing you both between her breasts. You have trouble breathing and by Magdalene's straining face, so is she. "Mmmmm! Thank you so much for showing an old lady so much love!"

>Gasping for breath you try to speak out, "Miss… can't… breathe…"

>"Oh goodness! I'm sorry sweetie!" She lets go, and you both fall backwards and land butt first on the ground. "I-I'm sorry…"

>You get up and walk to Magdalene, lifting her up back onto her feet. "It's fine ma'am, you didn't mean any harm."

>You become aware that all of you are naked and become self conscious, "E-excuse me Miss, do you happen to know where our clothes went?"

>"Right here deary, I took the liberty of cleaning them if you don't mind."

>You walk over and see your clothes and Magdalene's dress folded neatly. You hand the dress to your wife and notice the blood stains on both are gone! "M-Miss Gwen, how did you get those stains out?! They look good as new!"

>"I used a special soap that I made myself, all the ingredients came from this farm!" She pats her ample chest. "I actually put a couple bars of it in your pack. I hope you don't have to use it to clean any blood stains out, but just in case. This way you won't give someone a fright thinking murder-hobos are knocking on their door!" She chuckles.

>Magdalene slips her dress on and spins around, enjoying the crisp white fabric flow around her. "Thank you so much Gwen, for everything."

>You look outside the window and see the sun is shining brightly and the weather is clear and mild. "It looks like we she be getting back on the road."

>Magdalene looks slightly disappointed, Gwen even more so. "Are you sure? You're welcome to stay here for as long as you like."

>>154257

Gwen better come with them. Either that or Anon and Magdalene stay a little bit a lot longer.

>>154262

But anonson is being hunted by the church so it'd be pretty bad for them to linger like that wouldn't it?

So why did Magdalene say they should worry about holstaurus but then they had a threesome?

>>154257

>"That's very generous ma'am, but we really should be going, we've imposed enough as it is. Also staying here too long might put you in danger, I am a criminal after all." You say solemnly.

>"Oh huff, if only all criminals were as sweet as you. But I understand. You're always welcome here though, think of it as a second home!" Her eyes glistens as she smiles, and you feel your own eyes get a bit moist too. A home sounds really nice right now. "Oh! One more thing before you go!" She walks to a chest that's up against the wall, and digs around in it.

>She pulls something out and hands it to you, "This belonged to my husband when he was younger, you're about the same size he was at your age. I want you to have it." She hands you a suit of leather armor. It's comprised of several layers, the inside is a comfortably silky smooth material, while the next is a layer of soft yielding leather. With reinforced stitching, sections of the leather is covered with thick overlapping slabs of lacquered leather, offering protection over vital body parts, while still allowing unrestricted mobility. The armor is secured by belts that ensure every square inch of the armor is as form fitting as possible, allowing for adjustments in size when needed. Magdalene digs around in the chest again and pulls out matching boots and gloves.

>"G-Gwen, you really don't have to-"

>"Just take it Anonson!" She laughs gently, "My husband would want you to have it, he would be glad to see it be used for what it was made for. In return, promise me both you and Magdalene will keep each other safe and make each other feel loved. …Both of you should visit me again as well!" Gwen walks over to Magdalene and gives her a quick hug, while whispering in her ear, but you can just barely make it out, "And I made sure to put plenty more you-know-what in YOUR pack too as well as…" You can't hear the rest, but you see Magdalene's face grow pink.

>Huh, must be girl talk or something.

>"Oh by the way Magdalene, would you mind if I borrowed your dress real quick before you leave?" Gwen chimes.

>"Um, I don't think it'll fit you, Gwen." Magdalene chuckles nervously.

>Your host laughs as if it was the best joke she's heard in years, it probably was and that made you sad, "Oh… that's funny, Maggie, no I wanted to alter it, that way you could wear it traveling with you.

>Maggie seemed a bit reluctant to hand the dress over, it was your first gift to her after all. But the thought of being able to wear it all the time eventually won her over. She quickly lifts it over her head and hands it to Gwen, who runs off to another room with it. "Just make yourself at home, It's a quick and simple alteration so it won't take long!"

>Magdalene looks around, and you end up staring at her naked body a bit too hard. "If you keep looking at me like that, we'll never get back on the road again." She gives you a sly grin and a wink.

>You slink behind her and swiftly grab her bare breasts, massaging them lovingly in your hands. They feel… softer? Before you can confirm this though, Magdalene turns around and pushes you away, covering up her breasts with her arms, "N-not now!" Her face is getting redder, "L-later… when we stop for the night…" She presses up against you and lifts her head up to your ear, "Y-you can play with t-them as much as you want… p-please?" She recoils a bit and hides her face in her hands, "I would l-like that a lot."

>You give her a predatory grin, "Of course, in the mean time, while we wait for Gwen to return, I'm going to try on the armor she gave me." You slowly strip down, intentionally making a show of it. You see Maggie in the corner of your eye, swaying slightly, biting her lower lip.

>"S-stop! You're doing that on purpose!" She puffs her cheeks out.

>>154268

>"Oh I'm sorry, don't worry I'll put the armor on now." Magdalene huffs even more, but decides to keep quiet. You manage to slip the armor on, it's a bit like a really stiff jacket, and despite it's rugged construction, the lining material feels divine, like fine pajamas. You could easily sleep in this!

>You realize something a bit annoying with the armor though. You're having trouble tightening some of the belts due to them being at awkward angles on your body. "Hey honey, would you mind helping me with these buckles?"

>Magdalene exhales the breath she was holding stubbornly, "Fine, if it helps keep you safe, I want to make sure it's on properly." She walks over and pushes you onto the edge of Gwen's bed, "Sit here, so I can reach better." She starts with the buckles on the leather top. When she's tightened that, she goes down to your leather leggings and tightens the belts there, working her way up. She seems to be having trouble with one at the waist though. "H-hold on, this one's kind of stuck, I'll get it."

>You notice Gwen peeking around the side of the door frame, and are about to wave hello when you look down and realize what this looks like. "G-Gwen! This isn't what it looks like!"

>Magdalene seems to finish with the last buckle, "There, are you happy? You sure made a mess everywhere…" She grins maliciously at you. She did that on purpose didn't she!

>Gwen comes inside, "You two, if you keep doing stuff like that I won't be able to let you leave!" She laughs softly. "I finished altering your dress dear!" She holds it up, and you notice the bottom of the dress was shortened slightly above knee length. It appears the trimmed off fabric was used to make a cute little sash, that was tied around the waist into a bow in the back. "This will make it easier for you to wear it, even while travelling!"

>Magdalene looks at it smiling, "Thank you so much, Gwen." She slips it on, before buckling her "leather armor" around it. Despite the clashing colors, the leather armor's shape seemed to go well with the dress. "This feels so much better than just having that leather on my bare skin. The Capital's ranger armor is so stupid."

>You get up off the bed and walk over to Gwen and grab her hand shaking it, inadvertently making her large breasts jiggle, "Thank's again for giving us shelter from that storm."

>"I told you, this is your home, you're always welcome here! I'm going to miss you two!" She gives you a tight hug, knocking the wind out of you, before she releases you from her death grip and turns her attention on your wife, looking as if she would snap her in two.

>You put your old clothes in your pack and sling it onto your back. Magdalene seems to have a bit of trouble hefting her pack onto her shoulders, but she manages.

>As you leave the cozy home you get a good look at Gwen's farm and are floored. The place is positively massive! How did she manage to tend the entire thing by herself?! You begin to realize that might be the reason for her surprising strength.

>Magdalene grasps your hand and smiles, you both begin walking through the sprawling plains once more.

>You hear Gwen shouting behind you, "Safe travels! Come visit me again when you have the time!" You glance back and see the motherly woman waving wildly.

>You feel a bit bad leaving her, she must really be lonely living here by her self. You look to Magdalene and see she's almost in tears. "Honey what's wrong?"

>"N-nothing… I mean… we will visit her won't we? She's so lonely…" She sniffles and hugs into your side. "Promise you won't ever leave me, Anonson."

>You lean over and kiss her head, "I promise."

Going to wrack my head for more "fluff quests" for pacing reasons, if you guy's have ideas for non main plot related stories feel free to tell me. I have the story planned out, but I don't want to rush through it, the timing would feel weird.

>>154262

Fuck that shit, Anonson's gotta stay faithful. 1 waifu per man, end of story.

>>154278

>You and Magdalene had been walking through the vast plains for hours now, and you both had started getting hungry.

>"Anonson, can we stop for a bit and eat? I'm getting really hungry!" Magdalene whines.

>"Lets keep walking for just a bit longer, I want to cover as much ground as possible since we lost time during that storm." You state firmly. Magdalene groans,

>You eventually come across a change in the landscape, seeing the normally green plains change into a massive expanse of golden wild wheat stretching out as far as you can see. It's beautiful. "W-why don't we stop here and eat."

>"YAY!" Magdalene runs out further into the field, and you begin chasing after her. She stops when she's far enough the fields dominates the horizon in every direction. She pulls her silk sheet out of her pack and slowly lays it out in a bare patch of dirt.

>You forgot to hunt, but you have some of your rations and cookies which will do for now. You pull out a large piece of hardtack and hand half to Magdalene. She scrunches her face, obviously not pleased by the plain meal after being spoiled by Gwen's amazing cooking.

>She takes a bite of the dry cracker and struggles to chew it, swallowing the dry food with a bit of difficulty. She grabs her water skin and starts chugging hungrily.

>"W-whoa, Maggie, slow down, that's gotta last us till the next clean source of water!" You look at her drinking and some drops down the corner of her mouth. "I-Is that milk?"

>Magdalene looks at you a bit guiltily, "M-maybe…"

>You drink from your water skin and white creamy liquid flows down your throat, taking you by surprise. You struggle not to cough it up from the unexpected texture. "Did you fill ALL our water skins with milk!?"

>"…Yes…"

>You groan audibly, it's something to drink you guess, but you can't imagine it will keep very long. You hope you find a stream soon. You take another swig, at least it tastes really good. You realize you haven't eaten the hardtack yet and hold the cracked up inspecting it. You close your eyes and open your mouth, moving it in to your mouth before taking a bite. You feel a strong gust of wind but ignore it.

>You bite into nothing. You look in your hand and there's nothing, did you drop it? You look around on the sheet and see nothing. "Magdalene did you see where my food went?

>She shakes her head, mouth full of flavorless mush.

>"MINE!" a shrill voice squawks out of nowhere, and another strong gust of wind blows.

>"WHO'S THERE!? SHOW YOURSELF!!" You heft your war hammer and hear a mechanical clack of your wife's crossbow, followed by a ratcheting noise.

>A black blur dives down and knocks you over, you quickly recover and look at what it could be.

>A few feet away from you a stranger bird person lands. She has large bird like talons for feet, large black feathered wings for arms, but the rest of her body is that of a human girl that looks like a little girl of about 7 years old. She has a cute cheerful looking young face, pale and covered with freckles, with a short mop of messy black hair. She's wearing nothing but a pair of tattered denim overalls that cover her boyish frame.

>You see her holding the hardtack in her mouth, she takes the small appendage at the joint in her wing and uses it to push it in as she nibbles at it.

>"HEY! THAT'S MINE!" You shout, raising your war hammer hoping to intimidate the girl.

>"MINE!" the feathered delinquent chirps happily, before munching down on the rest of the cracker.

>>154169

>>154252

that gave me an idea

>its been 20 years since that shit-tier hero backstabed everyone on the world for that demon puss

>at first it wasnt so bad

>having every monster turn from a blood-thirsthy creature into lovefilled monstergirls

>oh wait.gif

>instead of killing men and raping women, they are now instead raping men and turning women into more of them

>not even the children are safe.jpg

>instead of assesing and adapting accordingly to this new thread, the order goes full retard and sends out dumbass Paladindus to fight this new menace all because of their new butthurt chief god or godness whatever

>this wouldnt be so bad had the monsters been capable of birthing MALES and leading a balanced lifestyle

>nope only sex allday everyday

>more and more monstergirls are being birth everysecond

>this can only lead to ruin in the long run

>demon lord says she will fix it eventually

>15 years later still cant fix it and no one has seen her since

>the war takes a turn for the worst when "they" appeared

>"they" being the lilim, the demonlord daugthers

>think succubuses but with ultra HAX

>they start fucking up everything because of the lulz

>years later the order has lost a lot territory to the monster army

>not a single order company can reach the demon lord's castle like before

>they all get proactively dated

>at seeing the orders incompetence at halting the monsters advance 8 countries got together in secret to create a new institution/army to establish and maintain a new world order and finish what the demon lord started

>this being the idealized world where man and monster can coexist in peace

>this cant be achieved if its not in a controlled enviroment

>so this secret meeting between world powers gave birth to "(OUTER HEAVEN)"

>an organization to stop this lewd war between species and the extinction of humanity and by subsecuent monsterkind as well

>>154324

leader of outer heaven is big bitch?

>>154316

>You hear a slow clicking behind you and glance back to see your wife folding up her crossbow.

>"W-what are you doing!? There's a dangerous monster thief right there!" You shout.

>Magdalene begins walking over to the girl, "Anonson, she's just a lost tengu child, and she was probably hungry."

>You stomach grows uneasy when she says 'hungry'. You really don't feel comfortable with the idea of 'feeding' a child, even if it is a monster.

>Magdalene see's your expression and rolls her eyes, "Monster children don't REALLY need 'seed' until they become sexually mature, starting around their teenage years. Some monster parent's just feel like getting them used to it early."

>That last part isn't helping it feel less awkward.

>Magdalene kneels down to the small tengu so she's eye level, "Hey they're sweetheart, what's your name." she say's a sweet voice.

>The little girl hides the bottom half of her face with her wings, "B-Becky." She says with a lot less courage she showed when she was stealing your lunch.

>"Well hello Becky, my name is Magdalene, but you can call me Maggie. The big meanie over there is Anonson."

>"HEY! I'm not a meanie!" You whine.

>"You raised a weapon to a child!"

>You just mumble before shutting up, you didn't know it was a child…

>You hear the wheat beside you shuffle, "I don't think you're a meanie, Anonsun" You jump back with a start when Becky starts flapping her wings wildly, gusts of air whipping your face.

>You suddenly feel something grab onto your shoulders, a slight weight pressed against them. "Anonsun gave Becky a cracker!" You look up and see the bird girl perched on your shoulders. She bends over and you see Becky's upside down face in the top of your vision. "Anonsun is nice! Will you be my big bruther, Anonsun?" She says with an upside down smile.

>You feel your heart melt instantly, y-you never had a sibling before. "Y-yeah, of course! I'll be your big brother!" Your chest swells with pride, and you stand up excited.

>Magdalene walks back towards you, "Awww, how sweet!"

>You feel Becky lean away from your wife, "Big bruther, why is the scary lady getting so close?"

>You let out a boisterous laugh, Magdalene crosses her arms and pouts, "I'm NOT scary!"

>Becky curls up against the back of your head, "Help me big bruther, the scary lady is angry!

>Still trying not to laugh, "Now Becky, that's not nice, that lady over there is my wife, and you should treat her nicely. She's very sweet, and would never hurt you, I promise. Now call her Maggie."

>"Maddy? Is that cuz she's mad all the time?"

>You break down into uproarious laughter, you're tearing up, you can't stop.

>>154278

Oh shit "fluff quests"

So far we've only been meeting non-threatening gals, which is great, but it'd be cool to have a part where Anon actually gets abducted by a rapey mamono, or a group of them (Orcs? Amazonesses?) and Maggie comes to save our ass before we get raped.

Also that guy's suggestion >>154349

>>154356

Only caw-caw, harpies are shit.

>>154364

I don't have a waifu

>>154346

>Magdalene whines, "Anonson this isn't funny any more, tell her I'm not scary!"

>"Okay… okay…" You wipe the tear from your eye and take a deep breath. "No Becky, her name is Maggie, MAGGIE. Your big brother wants you to treat her like you would treat me, okay?"

>Becky whines worriedly, "O-okay big brother…" In a frighteningly powerful flap, Becky flies off your shoulders and lands on the ground, before trotting over to Magdalene. Your "little sister" spreads here wings and wraps them around your wife's legs. "I'm sorry I said your scary Maggee. I wuv you"

>Your eyes tear up and you feel what's left of your heart puddle down into your feet.

>Magdalene rests her hand on Becky's head and ruffles her messy hair gently. When the bird girl lets go, Maggie kneels eye level again. "Becky, would you mind tell us what you're doing out here?"

>Becky shifts around nervously, "Mommy and me were flying, then…" she looks like she's trying to remember, "I heard a loud noise, then Mommy yelled before she fell. I asked Mommy if she was okay, and she told me to fly away until I got tired. Then a shiny man ran after me, he was scary so I flew… then I met big brother!" She turns to you with a smile on her face.

>You start to sweat, this sounded bad. Really bad. You look over at Magdalene who gives you a worried look. You both quickly pack up and sling the packs onto your backs. In the calmest voice you can muster "Becky, this is VERY important, I need you to tell me. Which way is your mommy?"

>Becky points her wing over to the distance.

>You crouch down and put your hand on the tengu's head, gently petting it. "Now listen Becky, we're going to go find your Mommy, if you see the 'shiny man' at all, we want you to tell us and fly away as fast as you can. Do you understand?"

>"B-but I don't want to leave you big bruther!" Becky protests.

>"Becky, I need you to promise big brother you'll do this for me, okay?" You plead, desperation in your voice.

>"O-oh kay, I will big bruther." She looks down sadly before flapping up onto your shoulders, pointing the way.

>You and Magdalene run as fast as you can. A several minutes pass and you begin to run out of breath, but keep going anyways, worried about Becky's mother.

>You hear wet thuds in the distance, and you and your wife break back out into a sprint. You grip your hammer and Maggie equips her crossbow, rushing to load it with a bolt.

>You see a PaIadin in full Duskbreach plate armor, slamming his morning star into something in a patch of tall grass. "BECKY FLY AWAY!"

>The PaIadin lifts his head and immediately starts running for you faster than should be possible in plate mail. You feel Becky flap hard, lifting off into the air.

>Without missing a beat, Magdalene shoots a bolt, that slightly embeds itself into the PaIadin's full helmet. The PaIadin stumbles a bit from the shock.

>You start charging to the left of your target and rear your hammer back. As you close in you swing with all your might, slamming it into the dazed PaIadin's head, hearing the screech of rending steel.

>You quickly spin around and raise the haft of your hammer up to defend. You see the PaIadins helmet was torn off… literally torn off as if it was a solid piece connected to the cuirass. You see the warrior's head is bent back unnaturally far, only seeing the black hair covering his head.

>A raspy bone chilling laugh comes from the mortally wounded Holy Guard. "Anonson… the Heretic… for your… grave sins… the God of Light… sentences you… to eternal damnation…" His head cracks back into place.

>Magdalene, who's in front of him, gives a look of utter revulsion, and begins quickly loading a bolt into her crossbow. What the hell is going on?!

>"God of… Light… grant me… your blessing… so that I… might smite… these sinners… in Your holy name…" You see his black hair start to wriggle… wait…? The PaIadin turns to face you and you see that it wasn't hair. Oozing out of the Holy Guard's eye sockets is a black ichor that looks rooted into his skin, covering the entire top half of his skull. in the inky blackness several large yellow bloodshot eyes with 4 pointed star red pupils open up and gaze into you. The black ichor stretches into several short tendrils crowning his head into the shape of a sunburst. You hear the sickening sound of ripping metal and see black tendrils shoot out of his back, taking the shape of ungodly writhing wings.

>>154369

>You recall that deep primal fear you felt what seemed a long time ago. The air itself seems to have changed, it's oppressive and wrong and makes you feel uneasy.

>"As you grip your war hammer and run after the PaIadin, you scream out to Magdalene, "HONEY! RUN! MAKE SURE BECKY IS SAFE!"

>You prepare to swing, but the PaIadin is faster than before and he flaps his "wings", that somehow lifting off the ground, and dives into you slamming his morning star into your side, throwing you several feet. You land roughly into the tall grass and thank your luck that Gwen gave you this armor, you might not have survived that.

>You hear the clinking of sabatons near you and you instinctively roll out of the way, feeling a thud where your head used to be. That "blessing, must have increased his strength because his weapon is so far embedded into the dirt, he's having trouble pulling it out. You use this opportunity to scramble back onto your feet. As you get up you happen to look down next to where you were.

>You see… black feathers… matted with blood… you can't recognize half of what the body even used to be… Your sight barely becomes focused onto a face with black hair, stained mostly red with blood… It's expression is contorted with fear and pain… As if your body was rejecting what it was seeing, your vision blurred.

>You feel sick…

>Your world becomes sickeningly clear as you feel your body slammed back onto the ground again, metal gauntlets gripping your throat, pinning you to the ground. The PaIadin's freakish eyes staring into you with unchanging malice. It opens it's mouth and lets out an inhuman scream, droplets of black flecking into your face.

>Desperate you take your hands and start grabbing onto it's eyes trying to blind it. Your fingers just sink in like it's goo, having no visible effect on it. You don't know what else to do. The world is fading and all you can think to do is cling onto the abominations head for dear life.

>"LET GO OF HIM YOU FREAK! LET GO OF MY HUSBAND!!" you barely hear Magdalene desperately scream. Honey please… run…

>"ANONSON NOOOOOO!" Her voice is wavering and shrill. You vaguely hear her run towards you. "LET GO OF MY LOVE!!!!" You see Magdalene jump onto the Holy Guard's back and grab at the ichor, trying to pull him off. Everything is starting to go black. It's too late honey, just… run…

>You're shocked back as a soul shattering scream rings out, your vision somehow snaps back painfully, and the oppressive pressure on your throat is gone. You look and see your wife jump off the PaIadin as he recoils, desperately grabbing at his head. It's terrifying shriek feels like it's going to damage your ear drums it's so loud and constant. The ichor begins sizzling as smoke rises from it, the black sludge slowly receding and burning away. Eventually the screaming ceases, and the PaIadin collapses to the ground.

>You cautiously stumble to your feet, struggling to lift your hammer back into a defensive stance. You slowly approach the body… and go around and inspect it's face, it looks… human, but sunken in and bony. His eyes are completely gone, hollow holes, but you see that he's still breathing.

>"K-k-kill… m-me… p-please…" the man croaks out silently.

>"ANONSON BE CAREFUL!" Magdalene shouts out.

>"I-I killed… m-my own…" he wheezes painfully, "…wife… a-and child… f-for their s-sin… I-I wish… t-to join them… i-in the p-pit… p-please… God… k-kill me…"

>You close your eyes and feel a tear squeeze out, you wave your hand to have Magdalene turn around. Gripping your hammer, you line it up to the suffering man's head, and with as careful motions as you can, lift it up, and bring it down with a sickening crack and wet thud.

>You walk over to Magdalene to take comfort in her arms-

>"M-Mommy?"

>>154388

>implying Gwen wasn't in the possessed Paladindu's path and that she isn't dead

I'd like to believe but I've read too many feels stories on here.

>>154390

>implying that cowtits wouldn't be able to lay the smackdown after some of the best relief of her life

she'll be fine. r-right?

>>154349

>>154341

think i can make something out of this…?

so continue?

>>154390

it's been less than a day, and there's no way in hell the Paladindu was able to off Gwen before getting Becky's mom without us seeing him

>>154422

the biggest one out there, evidently.

I've actually been looking for the one with sound, thanks

>>154384

>Magdalene held on to Becky as she cried uncontrollably, you wanted to comfort her too, but not covered in gore…

>You didn't have the tools for a proper burial, you had to settle for a shallow grave for the tengu's mother. It wouldn't last very long, but it didn't need to. You just wanted to put the mutilated corpse out of sight from the poor girl.

>You used your hands and dug up soft shallow earth, piling it on top. You struggled not to look until it was covered by a layer of dirt. You continued packing more and more dirt onto the pile until you were satisfied it would at least last long enough for grass to grow over it. You wanted to say a prayer, but to who? The God you grew up loving has done nothing but cause pain and misery, why does he deserve your pleas? Because he gave us life? An abusive father deserves no respect from their children.

>Looking over at the PaIadin's corpse filled you with anger, confusion, disappointment. You remember the man's face… at least what was left of it after that… thing disappeared. It looked filled with regret. Was that thing controlling him? Were all the PaIadin's this sick abominations? You shudder even entertaining that thought. Just one of them was far too much of a match for you. How did you even kill him anyways?

>You start feeling dizzy, your hands feel sore and your fingernails are cracked, but you need to hide this corpse regardless, might as well give him a grave too.

>The sun is setting by the time you finish, and your hands burning in pain. You walk over to your wife and little sister, and motion for them to follow. You really want to hold on to someone right now, but you smell like dirt and death.

>Becky flies into you and desperately clings on. You want to pull her off so she doesn't get dirty, but you really don't have the heart. You can all get clean later. You lovingly hold your little sister in your arms, as she continues sobbing softly.

>You walk back along your original path through the wilderness for several hours, eventually entering a towering evergreen forest. Becky has fallen asleep in your arms, as the sun is long since down. You and Magdalene soldier on to find a proper camp site.

>As if whatever gods out there took mercy on you, you come across a rocky outcropping within the woods, with a small waterfall pouring into a lake. Sighing in relief, you both begin setting up camp.

>You finish setting up your tent and carefully lay the sleeping tengu on the bedroll inside. Gathering some deadwood, you build a small fire.

>Grabbing the bar of soap Gwen gave you from your pack, you strip down out of your gore spattered leather armor with the help of your wife. You slowly walk into the water, it's a bit cold, but feels comfortable as soon as your body adapts. You walk along the lake until you approach the small waterfall, and find a spot shallow enough to stand waist deep in the water.

>Barely even thinking, you methodically rub the bar over you body, the later foaming up and scrubbing the caked on dirt and blood with ease. You tense up as you hear something splash in the water behind you.

>"Hey…" You see Magdalene in the water, completely nude. She walks over to you and grabs the bar from your hands. She gently rubs it over your back, her gentle grooming giving you a much needed feeling of relaxation.

>>154443

Just read this whole thread.

WHERE IS THE REST! KEEP GOING!

>>154443

>Feeling a bit worried you look over at the glowing campfire over on the shore, "Is Becky going to be alright alone in the camp?"

>"Yeah, we can see her from here, and she won't wander off, she was completely out cold. Even if she did wake up, it's not like she would leave her 'big brother'." She looks at you with a sad smile.

>You think about the past day, how it went from great, to bad to worse. You wonder if you should have stayed with Gwen for one more day. But then what would have happened to Becky. You stop yourself from asking yourself these questions. You vaguely feel your wife's cleaning is becoming a little more adventurous.

>"H-hey Anonson?" she says unsure, "R-remember when you m-made a promise to me this morning?"

>You barely recall after everything that happened, but yes you do remember. But tonight, you really don't feel in the mood at all. You try, but images of earlier flash in your head, and the spark in your heart goes cold.

>You feel Magdalene wrap her arms around from behind you, her cheek nuzzling your upper back. She mashes her breasts into you, and you feel small soft mounds with hard nipples slide along your back, slippery with suds. Her hands rub the soap over your chest and stomach tenderly, slowly lowering themselves down. she lathers up her hands before dipping one on to your junk and begins fondling your flaccid member.

>You feel a bit bad, but the horrors in your head begin to disappear, your shaft slowly rising from your wife's gentle slippery touch. You let out a deep calming exhale and turn to face your lover. You have a bit of trouble seeing her face in the low light, but you manage to see a gentle smile on her face as she stares lovingly into your eyes. You're always taken aback at how her red and black eyes can exude so much pure loving and care. You look down and see her breasts are covered in bubbles, look's like she wasn't able to wait for you.

>You grab her waist and float you both over to the rocks on the side of the lake. You find an area of vertical rock wall where the water is waist deep and press her against it. Taking the soap, you lather it up in your hands and set the bar over on a small rock jutting over the water surface. With your slippery hands you gently cup Magdalene's modest breasts and lovingly knead and rub the soft flesh.

>Magdalene lets out a gentle sigh from your tender massage, her entire body relaxing against the natural wall. You just enjoy the feel of her breasts, occasionally flicking your thumbs over her nipples, making her gasp softly.

>You continue with your gentle fondling for several minutes. Even though Magdalene asked you to, you still feel a small twinge of guilt for giving another woman such… intimate attention, to their breasts. You want to make it up by giving your love the same attention with interest. You wash the soap off her bust, leaving it nice and clean, before leaning over and licking and suckling on one breasts, while still fondling the other. After feeling content with your work, you switch sides.

>Your lover's heavy breathing is pressing her bust into your face slightly, only serving to excite her more. You're still excited from her earlier ministrations. You pick her up, the water buoyancy making her extremely light, almost weightless. You gently lower her onto your cock, penetrating her, which in her dazed state startles her slightly, before she melts into you.

>>154460

>You use the water to your advantage, gently moving her up and down onto you, you look into your wife's beautiful face, and she looks into your eyes. You start to cry, you remember how close both of you came to dying. You were so scared of losing her. You stop your movements with you still inside her.

>"D-Darling what's wrong?" Her eyes tearing up as she sees you in pain.

>"I was so scared." You inhale and let out a shuddering sob, "I was so scared I was going to die. I was about to die, and my last thoughts would be that I would lose you, that you would die too, the love of my life!" You break down, you can't stop crying. You don't want to cry. You don't want to hurt Magdalene with your tears. You want to stop, but you can't. You cling on to her desperately, afraid to let go.

>You immediately begin to calm down as you feel her press her lips against yours. She pulls away as soon as you relax. "We didn't die, Anonson, we're both still here. Together. We both promised to protect each other, to stick together, through the good and the bad. There's no point in worry about what could have happened. We can only learn from what did, to prepare better for tomorrow. Tomorrow is uncertain, so we need to learn what we can, and enjoy the time we do have together, okay?

>You've heard all of this before, but… hearing your wife say it still strengthens your resolve. She's right, you need to stop living in the past, and just learn from it. You look into her eyes. Her beautiful loving eyes. You feel your passion come back twofold, and return her kiss with more passion that you've ever mustered, like this very kiss would be your last. You promise yourself to give her enough love as if it was the last time, every time.

>You begin making love to her again, stroking her hair as you slowly bounce her up and down in the water. You hold her head gently up against your chest, and with as much bass as possible, "Maggie, I love you so much." speaking every word so that your chest reverberates your loving whispers into her ear. "Never let me go Maggie, I love you with all of my heart and soul."

>"Anonson…" Magdalene breathlessly whispers, "Oh… Darling… I love you too…" her voice slowly picking up volume and pitch as she floats up and down onto your manhood. "I'll be by your side until the end of time… Anonson…"

>"Maggie… sweetheart… love of my life… Maggie…"

>Magdalene's voice can barely catch her throat, "H-honey… I'm a-about to…"

>"M-me too… I love you Maggie…"

>"I- …I- …L-love y-you t-tooooOoOO-" She turns her head and screams into your chest, muffling the sound. Her pussy clenches hard and she clings to you for dear life. You ejaculate deep inside of her, painting her womb with your cum. Magdalene slowly relaxes into your loving arms as she lets out a wistful sigh. You both sit bobbing in the water, enjoying each other's warmth.

>>154406

oh boy i dont know what im doing

>be order veteran and leader of a significant mercenary company

>after some shit happended you were knocked coma by the order

>everything its dark, cant move, cant breath

>slowly you open your eyes blinking rapidly as the morning light hits your eyes

>you hear movement around you

>see whites shapes moving about your bed

>try focusing on them

>cant see for shit nigga

>a figure leans over you…its a nurse

>HELLO NURSE.gif

>she leans back and moves away to give order to the room , finally she exits the room just as another nurse comes in

>shes carrying a bunch of fresh flowers,she goes beside your bed to a flower pot that had some dead flowers in them

>she swaps out the old ones for the new ones, she starts to leave

>tired from this shit you try to talk to her. you let out a pathetic squick,the nurse doesnt notice you try harder

"MHHM hmm"

>she turns around a looks at your bed curiously and walks cautiosly to your bed

>shes gasps when you turn to look at her, for a moment she doesnt know what to do inmediately she turns and runs out the door knocking down some shit onto the floor

>she screams for the doctor down the hall

>your eyes feel heavy and as much as you fight it you black out again

>unaware to you, the nurse holds an odd device a whispers

"V has come to"

>you wake up to the sound of someone trying to catch your attention, your vision is hazy but you focus on the person above you

>its a doctor and behind him is the nurse who heard you. he starts to ask if you can talk

>nigga cant talk for shit

>he aks to look around you

>it hurts, feelsbadman.jpg

>finally he asks who you are, when you were born, were you grew up, etc, ect. after answering the best you could he says

"good, now then, please try to relax, theres plenty of time, i need to tell you something, please listen and try not to panic you were in a coma for quite some time… yes,yes i known, you'll like to know how long…..im afraid its been…2 decades…

>2 decades, 2 decades, 2 FUCKING DECADES, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT, ITS A LIE, ITS ALL LIES, THEY ARE LYING, JUST LIKE HIM AND HER BITCH

"Damn, calm down, calm down, NURSE, please breathe and relax"

"NIGGA IM PERFECTLY CALM"

>you hear someone casting a spell, your eyes start to drop, you slowly stop struggling, your mind fogs, before you lost consioness theres is a flash of someones face, a face you hated with a fashion, and the words someone told you a long time ago

"im sorry old friend, but i love her and i trust her words…if this is the only way we can end the war, then ill glady sacrifice my humanity to end it"

and thats all i could shat out, if you want me to continue or let me know im total shit tier, then let me know

>>154497

goddamnit, the first thing i thought of was what monstergirl Quiet would be, and i immediately thought of a kunoichi

Calling it now, the god is really some elder abomination that most of the monster girls abandoned after it became corrupted

>>154462

>You pick up Magdalene out of the water and carry her in your arms back to the campsite. You start crawling into the tent and see Becky sitting up on the bedroll, rubbing her eyes.

>"Big bruther, I heard Maggee yelling and got scared…" The young bird girl stares at both of you.

>You both stare at the tengu. "Big bruther, why are you and Maggee naked?"

>You think of an excuse quick, wait why do you have to explain yourself to a child? "We were just taking a bath before going to bed, and since you're up we should make sure you're clean. You get up out of the tent and stand your wife on her feet. "Come on out sweetheart, Magdalene will give you a bath."

>Becky crawls out of the tent, Maggie immediately scooping her up and carrying her to the lake to wash off.

>You take a deep breath and dig your clothes out of your pack and put them on so you're decent around Becky. Once you're dressed you crawl into the tent and onto the bed roll. You lay down and try to close your eyes and forget about everything that happened today.

>You lie there for a while, and find it difficult to sleep. You hear the tent flaps open and hear your wife and Becky crawl inside. You turn around and greet them, "Did you both get nice and clean?"

>"Yeah…" Becky gives out a cute little yawn, and in a quiet voice, "I'm going back to bed, I love you big bruther." she gives you a small kiss on the cheek before clinging to your shirt and closing her eyes. You look at the poor girl's face and still see it filled with sorrow.

>Feeling bad, you lean over and plant a small kiss on the tengu's forehead, who gives a slight smile.

>Magdalene looks over at you with a big smile, "You would make a great father, Anonson." She whispers as not to wake up Becky. Her face burns red, "Maybe later… never mind…" She keeps silent and reaches over your little sister, placing her hand on your side, before sliding up close.

>Becky is gently sandwiched between you and Magdalene, which seems to relax her enough for her to fall asleep quickly. You see your wife slowly drift off as well, before you close your own eyes.

>You're standing up straight, looking around. There is nothing, it's an empty black void.

>Suddenly those yellow eyes open up from within the voice and stare into you with pure unwavering malice, filling your heart with dread.

>You try to break out into a run, but the void stretches into tentacles that bind your every limb, and wraps firmly around your throat, giving you vivid flashbacks to earlier.

I WILL FINISH WHAT I STARTED SINNER BEFORE MOVING ON TO THE TWO ABOMINATIONS YOU LAY WITH

>You try to scream, but your breath is knocked out as the shadowy appendages tighten and begin pulling at you from every angle. It feels as if you're going to be torn apart.

>Suddenly, you see beams of bright light blast out from behind you, sweeping across the void disintegrating the eyes, and slicing off the tendrils from your limbs with frightening power and precision.

>As soon as you're free you turn around and see your savior is a giant woman, with full motherly curves. Her skin is grey, with black splotches on the end of her extremities. Looking up to her face, she has a single large blue eye, that shines like a sparkling jewel. You notice she has countless tendrils crowning her head, each tipped with a smaller blue eye, that seem to move of their own accord, but they all look at you. Your gaze returns to the large woman's larger eye, and she gives you a warm caring smile. She walks over, towering over you, before picking you up and cradling you between her bosom.

>In a soft motherly voice, the giant speaks, "It is okay, young child, I will protect you from the darkness."

>You feel oddly calmed being wrapped between her warm breasts. Her chest gently vibrates as she softly hums a gentle lullaby. You feel yourself drifting back to sleep.

>>154658

>Humans are worshipping a false god

I KNEW IT

>>154658

>>154659

>The true god is a Gazer

as if they weren't already god-tier.

>>154659

>>154663

:^)

>>154658

>You awake to the sound of birds chirping outside your tent. A soft light shines through the gap in the tent flaps. As you lay there, Magdalene stirs, and quickly starts getting up.

>"Hey Honey, where are you going?" You say softly.

>"I'm off to hunt for some food. We really should conserve our rations." She states calmly. Your wife slips her leather armor over her dress, and pulls her crossbow out of her pack. She leans over and gives you a kiss on the lips before exiting the tent.

>You pet Becky's head, who's still clinging gently to your shirt. "Good morning sleepy head, time to wake up."

>Your little sister grips onto your fabric tighter, "Noooooo… 5 more minutes daddy, I don't wanna go to school." She whines

>You feel a guilty twinge, what happened to her father? She didn't mention one the other day… You softly jostle the girls head a little more, "Come on sweetie, it's morning time, get up."

>Her eyes blink open, then close and open firmly to get the crust out of her eyes, "Oh… good morning big bruther."

>"Good morning Becky, did you sleep well?"

>She looks down, and tears start falling from her eyes, but after sniffling a bit, she calms down. "Y-yeah, I-I slept okay." She smiles at you. Shes really tough for her age, a little trooper. "Where's Maggee?"

>"She went to go get us some food, she'll be back later." You look outside and see the fire has long since died out. You figure you'll use this time to make a new one.

>You and Becky crawl out of the tent, when you hear a tiny grumble. You look over and see the little bird girl grab at her tummy, "Big bruther, I'm hungry." You really don't want to waste all your hardtack unless it's an emergency. But then you remember all the sweets Edith packed!

>You dig into your pack and pull out a small paper wrapped package, you unwrap it to reveal a small, dense, sugar glazed cake. You break it in half and hand a piece to Becky. She holds it carefully in her small appendages, and looks at it suspiciously. You take a bite yourself and taste the decadent sweetness melt over your tongue, giving you a small rush.

>Becky sees you eating it, and slowly takes a bite. Her face immediately begins glowing, before ravenously tearing into the rest of it. "THAT WAS AMAZING BIG BRUTHER! GIMME MORE!" She shouts as she clings against your leg, looking up at you expectantly, her little plumed tail flapping wildly.

>You chuckle and pat her head, "If you're a good girl, I'll give you some more later, okay?"

>"I AM a good girl!" She pouts.

>"Then you won't mind helping me gather some firewood right?"

>The girl looks excited, "You bet! I'm gonna get lots of firewood, big bruther!" She starts running off giggling into the woods.

>You chuckle to yourself and begin walking briskly after her.

>>154678

>Maggie went by herself to look for food

>Becky went off to look for firewood

Look, I know I'm overly worried at this point but I don't like where this is going, I wouldn't let my family go separate ways like that in this situation, I'd be way too nervous.

>>154689

At least Becky isn't going off on her own. And Maggie I would be concerned with considering she does look a little too much like a ninja gaiden character at least in the armor dept, but she does seam to be able to handle her self.

>>154678

>You've gathered a third bundle of wood you've gathered from the forest floor. Becky has helped a little bit, but she's mostly gotten distracted with a single stick. She's running circles around you, occasionally swinging it around like a sword fighting invisible bad guys. You would scold her for not helping, but she's too cute, and her play is entertaining to watch, making your task go by faster.

>You've gathered a sizable pile of wood onto the coals of the last fire, and using your flint and steel slowly and eventually spark a new one to life. As if on cue, Magdalene comes walking back to the camp.

>"Hey Anonson, I got something, and I need help dragging it back to the camp." You get up from beside the fire and begin following her, Becky trailing behind. After walking for a bit, you see a large buck lying still on the ground, a single bolt embedded deep inside it. You look at the carcass in amazement, and look to your wife proudly. You love this woman so much right now.

>You begin to realize that this is WAY too much meat for even all three of you, and that your pace of travel will give you little time to prepare and preserve a lot of meat. You decide that instead of breaking your back dragging it back to camp, you'll butcher it here, take what you can, and leave the rest for the wild life. The carcass should be far enough away that attracted animals won't be much of a problem.

>"Hey Honey, go take Becky back to camp, I'll bring some back in a bit." You don't want your little sister to see this, partially because you don't want her to see the blood and gore, but also your inexperience with butchering will make the whole ordeal look even more traumatic. Maggie grabs the young girl's wing appendage, and walks her back to camp, Becky craning her head towards you as they leave.

>You pull out the small knife Kenneth packed in your bag and carefully set to your task. It's… messy, and the smell is making you gag… but you manage to get several rough cuts of flesh. You see it's organs and vaguely consider making sausages, remembering the delicious links from back home, but again time is against you.

>Gathering enough meat to last you all a couple of days, you carry it back to camp, and and see both girls giggling, Magdalene running around camp with Becky perched on her shoulders, wings stretched out. "Big bruther's back!" She flaps off Maggie's back, causing her to stumble a bit. The bird girl flies over and perches on your shoulders, craning over your head looking at your prize. "Ewww!" She flaps back off in lands on the ground by Magdalene.

>Yeah she's a bit right, your clothes are covered in blood, and you reek of death. You'll have to wash off, you also need to wash your only set of clothes and your armor before you go.

>Magdalene has already unpacked the metal rack and set them far apart on both sides of the fire. She's already taken some large straight branches and carved a sharp point on one end. She helps you skewer the meat onto the sticks and you place the ends on both racks, letting the cuts of flesh cook over the fire.

>You decide to take the time to clean your self and your clothes. You strip down and hear Becky giggling, you look back hoping to see Magdalene covering her eyes of something, but she's too busy staring at you a little too hard. Dammit, I thought you were on my side. You decide to just ignore them and take to work cleaning your small wardrobe.

>You scrub your clothes until most of the blood washes away before hanging them on a branch to dry, you're more careful with your armor and dry to wipe the stains and dirt away without soaking it too much. When you finish you hang it next to your clothes. You finish up by cleaning yourself quickly before getting out.

>You didn't really think this through, your clothes are still wet and you have nothing to wear. You squat down by the fire, using the heat to dry off. Becky cannot stop giggling, you don't understand what's so funny about your naked body. You try to strike up conversation to take everyone's mind off your nudity, but no one will take you seriously.

>You just sit there, trying to ignore your lack of decency, the minutes dragging on, far too long. After about an hour the meat starts to sizzle, the outside is glistening and brown. You walk up and grab your armor, since it was less wet, it had already dried. You ask Magdalene to help you buckle it up, she has absolutely no trouble with the waist this time, you wonder why. You shoot your wife a teasingly angry glance when she secures the waist with ease. She just gives you a coy smile in return.

>>154694

>As the meat is finishing, and Becky has MOSTLY stopped giggling madly since you put your armor back on, Magdalene speaks up. "Hey Anonson, could we talk about something? Becky would you mind going over there where we can see you? Big brother and I need to talk privately for a moment."

>Becky looks at your wife, then you blankly, before breaking out into a smile and running up, wrapping her wings around you. "Okay Maggee, I love you big brother!" She runs off into the woods, but sticks around just in sight.

>"So, I wanted to talk about… yesterday… if you feel like you can… I know I don't want to either, but its brought up too many questions." She looks at you with serious concern, glancing over to keep an eye on Becky.

>You really just want to forget about all this, the images still fresh in your mind, But you nod, "Yeah, maybe it'll help to talk about it."

>"That man… thing… called out to the God of Light for a blessing, said he killed his own family in his name? I'm so confused… I've been a follower of the God of Light for all of my life, and this sounds nothing like my God…"

>You look at her incredulously, "H-have you ever even read the Holy Tome of Light? The God of Light has always been wrathful, only letting us live under his good graces because his 'Infinite' love gave us a second chance despite our sinful nature."

>Magdalene looks at you with squinted eyes, "I-I've read it cover to cover several times in my life when I was in a bad place, a-and I never saw anything like that!"

>You dig deep into your pack and pull out your old abused Tome, corners and edges frayed from being buried under so much stuff. You hand the thick book to Magdalene who immediately looks confused. "Why is your Tome so thick?" She digs into her pack and hands you a much smaller and lighter book with an eight pointed star on the cover.

>You both sit there and thumb through each other's books, taking time to check on Becky, who's flying in figure eights between the trees, before landing on the ground, and stumbling around dizzily. As you read through Maggie's book, your face starts warming. Half of the entries read like love poems and letters! Some of them are saccharine sweet, a lot of them are extremely graphic and lewd (and give you a few ideas to try with your wife). The other half implores it's reader the importance of loving all as they loved their children, you're assuming God himself wrote this, but who is this other person? It goes on in this fashion and your slightly jaded views make it feel a bit sappy, but it makes you tear up a bit any ways.

>Magdalene is still thumbing through the pages, her face switching between shock and disgust. Eventually she looks like she's had enough and slams the book closed before throwing it into the fire in a rage. "WHO THE HELL WOULD WRITE THIS GARBAGE!? HOW COULD ANYONE LIVE THINKING THIS IS THE ONE WHO CREATED THEM!?!?"

>You sidle over and hold Maggie, "H-honey, nearly everyone in the capital was always friendly, every one lived happily, it couldn't have been that bad…"

>"IF YOU KNEW THE AFTERLIFE WOULD BE NOTHING BUT ETERNAL PAIN NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRIED, WHO WOULDN'T TRY TO FOOL THEMSELVES INTO THINKING THEY'RE HAPPY!? EVERYONE YOU KNEW WAS PROBABLY ALREADY DEAD INSIDE!!!" Her eyes are tearing up. "…And this God's idea of forgiveness is allowing you to live, as long as you don't do something they deemed 'too sinful'? Half of those 'Grievous sins' didn't even hurt anybody! Why would MASTURBATION be a death sentence!? WHY!?"

>Magdalene is sobbing, "H-how has this happened? How can nearly all humans swallow this? Are they all just that masochistic? Do they really feel so guilty that they're ready to just buy in to this!?" She's breathing heavily, trying to calm down, "I-I just… don't understand…"

>You hear a gentle flapping, "Maggee, why are you crying?" Becky trots over and wraps her wings around her, Magdalene returning the hug, "Please don't cry, Maggee…"

All these people thinking they have everything figured out :^) I'm glad people are engaged enough to speculate though, pretty awesome feeling, helps me power through some of the more boring scenes.

>>154706

>You join in the group hug, holding both girls in your arms, Magdalene looks up and you and kisses you on the cheek. "I'm sorry, I just got a little upset."

>"Why were you crying Maggee?" Becky looks up at your wife with concern.

>She blinks the tears out of her eyes, looking around, "Uh… the meat was starting to burn, and the smoke got in my eyes!" She looks particularly proud of that little fib.

>Becky squints at her, not looking particularly satisfied with that answer. You quickly walk over to the cooking meat and prod at it with your knife, looking inside. "U-uh hey guys! The foods done! Who's hungry?"

>The small tengu immediately forgets being upset, "ME! I want some food!" You break the stick, separating one of the smaller pieces off from the rest, and give it to her. She immediately tries to bite into it, "OW! Thad's hod!" She says as she sticks her tongue out."

>"Oh let that cool before you eat it sweetie." You say, holding your hand out, a bit too late to stop her.

>"Bud Imb hungy nao…" She looks at you sadly.

>You all make small talk while waiting for the food to cool, eventually nibbling at it when it cools off, then scarfing it down voraciously.

>Once you've all had your fill, you and Magdalene start packing up camp, ready to resume travelling. You take some of the spare paper and sack cloth in your pack and wrap up the left over meat for later.

>All packed up and ready to go, you begin walking through the forest, it's barely noon, so you still have a chunk of time to travel. You all feel a bit better since yesterday, and the tranquil nature of the towering forest around you helps alleviate the mood.

>Occasionally Becky decides walking is too tiring and flies between the massive tree trunks around you in a rough circle. She alternates between one form of travel and the other or just deciding to perch on your shoulders, occasionally leaning over your head expecting more head pats.

>You find yourself enjoying the majesty of nature, periodically closing your eyes as you walk to listen to the birds' songs, or the wind flying through the trees, and even the-

>"HALT, MALEVOLENT MESSENGER!" the girly voice echos through the forest, followed by birds flapping away in fear.

>>154742

i don't like where this is goin

>>154742

I wanna see Ricki go full /u/ with a vampire courier

>>154742

>Why. Why is THIS girl here? "Why in the world are you following us!? Where are you!? Show yourself!"

>"You vile fiend! You have added another poor defenseless girl to your harem of soulless thralls! And a little girl as well!? Truly mailmen are the most depraved of creatures!" You look up and see her stand in a triumphant pose on a high up tree limb. "I will slay you, and free these poor souls from your evil letter-wielding grip!"

>Ricki jumps off the tree limb confidently, long flowing jacket billowing behind her. She somehow manages to slam face first into the podzol.

>"Big bruther, who's that? Is she okay?" Becky flies over and perches on the prostrate kobolds back, and leans over the back of her head. "Are you okay lady? Do you have brain damage?" She says with genuine innocence.

>Both you and Magdalene stifle laughing at Becky's comment.

>The dog girl picks her head up sharply, "H-hey! Stop laughing!" She grabs Becky roughly, "Young avian! What are you doing with that man? Do you not know he is the greatest evil corrupting this world!?

>"Evil? No silly, that's my big bruther! I love him THIS much!" She says with a huge smile, and spreads her wings as far out as they will stretch for emphasis.

>You feel a warmth bloom in your chest at the tengu's words.

>The 'Mailman Hunter' puts her down on the ground beside her, "Oh goodness me, you're deeply entranced by his evil mailmagic. But worry not m'lady!" She takes a floppy ear in her paw, stretches it out and tips her head towards Becky, "I will purge this corrupted courier and take you to Mom's house, where she can dispel the evil packages of servitude he's assaulting your mind with!

>Ricky reaches in her jacket and pulls out a glass bottle with an ornate gold bone themed cap, and tosses it towards you.

>You lift up your hammer in a defensive stance, but it's too late! The bottle splashes at your feet, coating your boots with it's contents!

>Nothing happens. You look at your wife who just looks back and shrugs. You happen to sniff for no reason in particular, when a disgusting smell assaults your nose, causing you to buckle over and dry heave.

>"Aha! Take that evil doer!" She puts her paws on her hips and laughs victoriously.

>"What the hell was in that!?" You protest.

>"It's water, that has been specially blessed by holy kobold rituals. The process to imbue it is painful for both body and soul, but it must be done for the good of this land."

>Magdalene runs over worriedly, as she approaches her nose scrunches up, "EUGH! It smells like wet dog!"

>"Now that that the deliverer of darkness is incapacitated, I'll bring you home so my Mom can purify you of his devilish curse!" She shouts dramatically, before picking Becky up in her paws. "Then I will make sure to bring you safely back to your mommy."

>"Becky starts tearing up, "M-m-mommy? B-but… M-mommy is…" She can't finish and starts crying uncontrollably. Ricki holds the tengu girl away from her and recoils her head, before securing her in her arms and running off, with shocking speed.

>"BIG BRUTHER!!! SAVE ME FROM THE CRAZY DOG LADY!!!" She shouts out, between sobs, her wings flapping frantically, and her voice becoming quieter in the distance.

Sorry for slow updates today. I wouldn't say it's writers block, but it's more like writer's constipation. Feel's like pulling teeth trying to think of things to write between the main quest line at the moment.

>>154777

>"BECKYYYYY!!!!" Magdalene screams, and begins running after her.

>You stand there dazed, you let your guard down, to a delusional BITCH, and your little sister was kidnapped! You heft your hammer and grit your teeth before sprinting full force, chasing after the dumb dog.

>Your legs pump with everything you have, your ears are alert to every sound in the forest. "Big bruther heeeeelp!!!!" You hear slightly in the distance, you slightly change your course to follow the noise.

>You catch up to Magdalene, and end up passing her. You slow your pace just slightly to let her catch up. "MAGGIE HURRY UP!"

>"I AM ANONSON! I'M RUNNING AS FAST AS I CAN DAMN IT!"

>"Don't worry little precocious crow! I'll save you!" You hear in the distance.

>As you chase after Ricki, the tall lush evergreens slowly give way to ancient gnarled trees, that died long ago but still remain. Fog begins to settle in the air, and your vision becomes impaired.

>"Anonson, I have a bad feeling about this…" Magdalene says between labored breaths.

>"I don't care, I need to save Becky!!!" You start seeing an old cobble path in the bare dirt, and hear Becky yell again, noticing the path seems to lead to wherever that kobold is running to.

>You begin to see bent wrought iron fences scattered along the sides of the path, as well as gravestones dotting the earth, becoming more dense in number as you proceed. Just where the hell is she going!?

>Suddenly you see the ground burst in the distance, and two humanoid shadows emerge. As you close in on them, they appear to be the fresh, animated corpses of young human women!

>"B-braaainzzzz." says the one of the corpses.

>"Not brains dumbass, DICK! GET IT RIGHT!" the other one shouts.

>Your hair stands on end from the terrible sight before you and keep running, slamming into them with a sweep of your hammer, their body breaking into pieces, their heads stay intact and sail through the air.

>One of their heads lands in Magdalene's arms, who shouts in surprise and tosses it away, the head yelling "OW!" in an annoyed tone. "Sorry!" your wife shouts back. Why is she apologizing?

>Deep within the fog you hear Ricki screech in an ear splitting high pitch, "EEEEEEE MY FACE! STOP CLAWING MY FACE!"

>"BIG BRUTHER!" You see a flurry of black in the fog approach you quickly. You drop the grip on your hammer, allowing the head to slam into the cobblestone. You hold out your arms as Becky slams into you, knocking you back slightly. She wraps her wings tightly around you, crying into your chest."Big brothur! I was so scared! That crazy dog lady kept saying a lot of weird things! I was scared I would never see you again!"

>Magdalene catches up and clings onto you, sandwiching your little sister between you, "Becky! Are you hurt!? Did she hurt you!?"

>"N-no, I'm fine…"

>You start getting angry, that dumb dog scared your little sister! You decide she needs to be taught a lesson, one a lot more painful than a slam into the gut. "Becky, get on my shoulders, stay there unless I tell you to. If I do, I want you to fly to safety, okay?

>"O-okay big bruther…"

>You pick your hammer back up, and start hearing an incessant clicking on all sides within the fog. What NOW!?

>>154796

>Within the fog you see a horde surrounding you on all sides, incessant clicking and clacking as they move in, your heart starts beating faster and you begin to feel cold as the air itself seems to change.

>As the horde closes in you can see what it comprises of more clearly. It's entirely made of young women with gray skin, encrusted with bones that cover them like really scant armor. Their eyes glow red, and their hair is as bleached white as the bones that cover them. While they're all different heights and proportions, they can all safely be called petite. They all shamble closer mumbling under their breaths.

>"…hugs… hug… hold me… pancakes… squeeze me… whisper into my ear… hold my hands…why does she get hugs…I want hugs…head pats…" their hands outstretch in a poor attempt to reach at you, or outstretched outwards as if inviting you for a hug. Something tells you if you did you would be crushed under a pile of bones.

>"MAGGIE! STAY CLOSE! I'M GOING TO BREAK THROUGH!" you shout over the cacophony of lonely undead. Magdalene nods. "Becky hold on tight!"

>"I WILL BIG BRUTHER" she shouts in your ear, making your head recoil.

>You start charging forward, and being swinging your war hammer back and forth in wide arcs in front of you. The girls flimsily break apart into shattered pieces as your hammer connects. "…Ow…don't bully…not nice…meanie…why…please no bully…stop…" is mumbled by flying heads in disinterested tones. You pick up the pace and start charging through the horde faster, eventually breaking through the other side.

>You look back and see the horde shamble after you before they just… give up. The intact girls start picking up the still living pieces of the others, some carrying them away in their arms, while others get put back together before those walk off too. Huh.

>As you continue along the cobblestone path, the sky gradually becomes darker until it's as dark as night, a full moon appears in the sky in front of you, faintly illuminating the way. This makes no sense it was noon a short while ago.

>You hear a wolf howling in the distance, "Awooooooooo~" wait a minute, that voice is familiar. You and Magdalene break back into a sprint, continuing along the path.

>Suddenly a dark foreboding castle looms overhead, it's shadowy silhouette streaking across the giant glowing moon. It's architecture seems old, but sturdy. You can't pin point the style, but it seems to make use of a lot of narrow shapes to enhance it's already impressive height. It's mostly a stone construction with some narrow, thick glass windows, but you can see a few massive ornate stained glass windows on the upper levels.

>As you approach the sinister manor, your path is blocked by a large wrought iron gate, you look around and see sturdy wrought iron fence as far as you can see. It doesn't look easily climbable, and the intimidating spikes capping each bar isn't filling you with confidence in that route. You put your hands on the gate and attempt to open it, to no avail.

>"Big b-bruther… I don't like this place…" You can feel Becky's feathers ruffling.

>"I'll keep you safe, I won't let the crazy dog take you again, okay?" You reassure your little sister.

>"O-okay…"

>"Sweetheart, go onto Magdalene's shoulders, big brother is going to do something stupid." She does so without a word.

>Magdalene looks at you with a less than happy look. "What are you planning, are you going to hurt yourself?"

>"Maybe." You step back several yards, brandish your war hammer, and begin to charge, focusing on the lock in the center. As brace for impact and swing…

>You nearly stumble when your hammer hits nothing. You look and the gate is slowly swinging open of it's own accord.

>"Honey I don't like this." your wife says silently, as she clings to your shoulder.

>"Don't worry sweetie, it'll be fine… I admit I'm surprised that girl would come here though. This can't possibly be her home, could it? Everyone just… stay alert, I'll make sure we're safe." You're not sure if you're trying to calm down them or yourself. Regardless, you tighten your grip on your weapon and slowly approach the large ornately carved doors. You're about to knock on the wood when the doors swing open…

>>154852

>head-pats and pancakes

only the most degenerate undead here i see.

>>154852

>You enter a large expansive foyer, filled with old, ornate furniture and architecture. And are shocked to see, many small monster children running around and playing, floating, flying, breathing fire, general kid stuff.

>"W-what?" You're confused as you look around and see youthful mirth everywhere when the outside is so dead and dreary.

>A tall woman in a maid uniform approaches you, her appearance reminds you of Ricky, but her floppy ears and tail look plumed with soft downy feathers. Also unlike the crazy kobold her temperament is calm and refined, "Master Anonson, Lady Magdalene, and Young Lady Rebecca?"

>You feel quickly feel Becky flap over onto your shoulders and hide behind your head. "Um, yes that's us…" You say nervously.

>The woman bows deeply, "I am pleased to meet you and your esteemed party, Master Anonson. If you would be so kind, my Mistress has been expecting your arrival, and wishes to see you."

>You're a bit nervous, still trying to take in the odd situation. "…Yes, of course."

>"Please follow me… Oh! I'm ever so sorry, but as you can see there are many children around here, I will have to ask you to hand me your weapon so I can lock it up where the children won't get it. Merely so they won't hurt themselves I assure you, you know how children are."

>You're getting a really fishy vibe from this, but… she does have a point, don't want to accidentally drop your hammer on some small child walking by, right? "I understand." You heft the hammer up and hand it to the maid, who grabs and carries with literally no effort. She take it to what looks like a small broom closet nearby, and locks it in there. "If you would follow me, Master Anonson."

>She leads you through the lovely, ornately decorated, expansive rooms, children romping around in every one of them. You see another maid approach the first and begin speaking softly, a slight look of panic on her face. This maid has pale purple skin, but her entire uniform feels off, on top of that, she's wearing a red leather dog collar. Weird. She has floppy ears and a tail like the other maid, but they're inky black, with an odd sheen. They look like they're… dripping? And you could have sworn her uniform blinked at you.

>Magdalene shudders, "That other maid looks weird right?"

>You're about to respond before she cuts you off, "Why would a shoggoth ever morph herself with a kikimora's ears and tail? Did she lose a bet or something?"

>You're a bit lost on what she's talking about, the maids and all the children here look weird to you, you don't even know what kind of monsters any of them are.

>"I'm deeply sorry for the interruption Master Anonson, something important came up. Please follow me."

>You're lead through the manor, children running around your feet, screaming and roughhousing, until the feathery maid stops at a door, "My Mistress will see you now." She opens the door and motions her hand to show you inside. It seems like a large study built behind the massive stained glass window, the walls are covered in bookshelves, filled with many books. While the ones on the higher shelves look old and fairly sizable, the bottom shelves are filled with thin colorful looking books. You see several toys are scattered about the ostentatious rug.

>Looking to the stained glass window, you see a tall foreboding cloaked figure's silhouette standing with it's back turned. A hand can be seen poking out from behind the cloak, holding a wine glass, thoughtfully swirling it, before disappearing behind the cloak, presumably so the figure can sip it. "I've been expecting you, please, take a seat."

>>154867

>Shoggymora

Awwww yiss.

I just realized the human bible=old testament and the monster bible=new testament

>>154867

>You and Magdalene each nervously take a seat on one of the high backed velvety arm chairs. They feel luxuriously comfortable, as if you could fall asleep sitting down. Becky sits on your lap, shaking. You wrap your arms around and hold her close.

>"I want to thank you for visiting my humble home…" The figure pauses, before she starts snickering, breaking into surprisingly boisterous laughter. She calms down and slowly turns around. You feel your entire body tense up as memories of horror stories told among children flood your mind.

>Standing before you, it's obvious what this creature is. It's a tall statuesque woman, with silky brown hair, with luxurious curls. Her eyes are striking and red, with elegant long lashes. Her lips are colored a deep red, highly contrasted with her pale skin. She wears an incredibly elegant and ostentatious red and black dress, trimmed with highly detailed silver trimming. She has on a black leather corset, tightly binding her thin waist, and pushing up her sizable breasts up through her low cut dress. She of course is also wearing an intimidating cloak that's as black as night, the high collar pointing up menacingly behind her head like demonic horns. This is obviously an undead creature of the night, a blood drinking abomination, this is an immortal vampire!

>"I'm so sorry, this is all rather gaudy isn't it? Not to my personal tastes, but my mother left it all to me, and I don't have the heart to be rid of it, so I just wear it in her memory." Her voice is… dissonant with her appearance. It's sweet, motherly and down to earth, and very respectful in tone. "I'm glad to meet you all, my name is Christina Barkmont, but you can just call me Christie, or Chris, whichever you prefer." She laughs warmly, "J-just don't call me Mistress, my helpers call me that and I simply cannot st-"

>"W-Wait! Barkmont!? You're Ricki's mother?" Magdalene shouts, leaning in her chair.

>"Of course she is, isn't the resemblance striking?" She laughs. The doors slam open.

>"We're sorry mistress, we tried to tell her you had company b-" The maid get's shoved out of the way.

>"MOMMY! I have an owie! A mean bird clawed my face!" Ricki barges in and runs to Christie, who hold hers face tenderly.

>"Oh poor thing, let me see." She kisses her forehead lovingly, "Is that all better?"

>"A-a little…" the kobold turns around, "IT'S YOU! IT'S THE EVIL MAILMAN I TOLD YOU ABOUT MOM!" She accusingly points a shaking finger at you.

>"Now dear, what did I tell you about pointing? It's rude!" She chides, "Now tell me what happened, calmly."

>"This man is an evil mailman! He's enthralled this poor slutty demon girl, and this innocent under aged crow girl into his vile harem of depraved debauchery, while also being a MAILMAN!" She screeches, all while still pointing at you, face quivering in fear.

>"HEY! I'm not slutty!" Magdalene pouts.

>"Now Erica S. Barkmont what did I tell you about using that language?" The vampire scolds.

>"N-not to…"

>"And what did I tell you about lightly accusing people of being mailmen?"

>"Don't… but I can prove it!" Ricki boasts.

>"Oh, and how can you prove it?"

>"He had MAIL! I SMELLED IT!"

>"Honey, I told you lots of people have mail, it doesn't make them a mailman. I'm so sorry about my daughter bothering you Anonson. Ricki, I'm very disappointed with you, I want you to take a bath, no bubbles! And go straight to bed!"

>"Aww but MOM-"

>"No buts young lady! Go!" Christi sighs exasperatedly, and sits into the chair at her desk, rubbing her temples. "She can be such a handful, I'm sorry about that. I feel like this is my fault."

>>154893

I think I just OD'd on cute, you magnificent bastard.

Where's that write friend? We can't let this thread die yet.

>>154998

>other writefags do much more amazing stories with an update every several days

>everyone is fine

>i dont update my okay at best story for 12 hours

>freak the fuck out thread is dying

tl:dr working atm, promise ill update at least a few posts a day

>>155017

Relax and take your time my friend, you're doing a much better job than I can ever hope to achieve

>>154893

I do have one question about the whole scenario.

Why did Anonson go into the house? It seemed to practically scream danger and he didn't have any motivation to enter did he?

>>155036

Not him, but because when plot demands something happens, plot gets something happening. Plot do what plot want

>>155039

Ricki Barkmont kidnapped Becky and made her cry. This pissed Anonson off and made him chase her. Even when Becky managed to escape and reunite with him, he wanted to teach her a lesson. They followed her inane monologing and awoo~ to the manor. The spooky fog was just that, spooky fog.

Update Soon.

Sorry this story has so much goddamn exposition, also I can't believe I'm giving this much background for what was supposed to be a joke character, but I kind of liked Ricki Barkmont, so whatever, it was fun to write. Also I feel like I need to do lighthearted things to make up for the short but heart wrenching things…*

>>154893

>Ricki has long since left the room, all four of you just sort of sit there awkwardly.

>"So…" Christi holds up her glass filled with red liquid, "Could I interest any of you in a drink?" She manages a friendly smile.

>"Uh… sorry… we don't drink…" You look around nervously, "…blood…" You cough awkwardly.

>Christi gives you a weird look, "What?" She looks at her glass and lets out a hearty laugh, "My good sir, have you ever raised over eighty children at once? This isn't blood, this is WINE… speaking of which, after that little spat with my daughter I might need to break out the brandy…" She slumps on her desk, holding her forehead.

>"So why are there so many children around here, we have to admit… it was rather surprising to see that all the way out here." Magdalene chimes in.

>Christi leans back in her chair and lets out a long sigh, "I guess since my little sweetie has caused you so much trouble, you deserve to hear the whole story… looks like I do need that brandy…" She pulls out a large crystal decanter filled with a deep burgundy colored liquid, and a crystal rocks glass. There looks like there's some sort of bulb floating in the decanter…

>She rings a bell on her desk, almost immediately that odd gooey looking maid comes in. "Yes Mistress?"

>"Always with the fucking mistr-" She mumbles under her breath before cheering up, "Yes… Mary, could you do me a favor and lock the door, I don't want Ricki getting in here at all until I tell you otherwise."

>She bows and leaves once again, shutting the door behind her. You here an oozing sound and see the cracks of the door drip shiny black ichor.

>"There… now, the story… where do I start." She pours the glass nearly over flowing with spirit's before downing it with impressive bravado. "HAAAAAAH! That's where I start!"

>You and Magdalene look at each other shooting nervous smiles. Becky shifts around nervously on your lap.

>"It was about… twenty years ago, I remember it so vividly. My mother was an infamous vampire lord, who used to be greatly feared before the humans began gaining more military might. In fact she was so reviled, man AND monster came after her, though for different reasons."

>She starts pouring more brandy, "Anyways twenty years ago, because the humans had become such a threat, prey and hunters had become hard to come by, and my mother had become weak from hunger and slothfulness." She sips at her liquor, "Now, I had always been an odd duck. I felt like my mother's haughty entitled attitude was most off putting, and I made it known to her. 'This is why people come to kill you mom, you act like some egotistical villain! Stealing men from their families, human and monster wives!' Of course she always answered with that obnoxious 'OHOHOHOH' laugh of hers, telling me I would understand when I got older." She sighs, "By vampire standards I was 30 when she was still saying this, I don't think she was all there to be honest."

>"So one day, after nearly an entire decade of no attacks on our manor, a single kobold woman walked to up our doors and barged inside. She charged into my mother's quarters screaming about how she took her husband away." She chuckles nervously, "Of course she was WITH the poor woman's husband, completely nude, for obvious reasons."

>>155098

>"So they began fighting, I stayed out of it, I always did. But this time the fighting got far too out of hand. When I went in to the room to check on them, my mother and her current lover were both dead, and the kobold was dying from her wounds. After confirming the grim fact that my mother was indeed no more, I approached her killer."

>"Even though she killed my mother, I had to accept the fact she had instigated it, as she had done for centuries. I held no contempt for her murderer. I asked the kobold if she was okay. She told me that this always happened to every single woman in her family line, for countless generations. They would marry, have a child, always a daughter, and the husband would be stolen away by my mother. Apparently when my mother was a small child, the kobold's ancestor stole the heart of a boy she liked away, so in revenge she did this to every woman in the family, for hundreds of years. This of course made the kobold's family a famous clan of vampire hunters out of necessity."

>She's rubbing her temples thoroughly, a look of total frustration. "Can't say I couldn't believe it, holding a childish grudge because of a small childhood spat is SO my mother. I tried to help the woman as best as I could, but to no avail, her wounds were slowly claiming her life. She was humbled that I was trying to save my mother's killer, so she bequeathed unto me a final request. Her last wish was that I would take care of her infant daughter, who was to be an orphan. She told me where she was being looked after, and I took her in the night to raise her as my own blood.

>"I felt guilty that I couldn't save the poor girl's mother, so I abandoned my own mother's tainted name, and took on my daughters surname, 'Barkmont'" I even dyed my hair into the same hair color, I think it looks comfier than the silver hair I inherited." She say's as flipping it about. "Also, I couldn't help but feel the weight of my mother's sins fell on my shoulders, knowing what she had been doing for centuries. So I converted her old domain into an orphanage, and made it my life's duty to care for those who have no one to care for them." Her face beams with a proud smile, and she looks at her spirits a bit guiltily and put's it away.

>"But wait! Why in the world is your daughter a mailman hunter?! Why would ANYONE become a mailman hunter!? What's wrong with mailmen!?" Your fevered inquiry sparks your companions to beg the same question.

>Christi gives a sheepish grin and can't meet your eyes. "W-well, my precious adoptive daughter was growing older, and she asked me about when mommy was younger. I-I couldn't very well tell her I'm a blood sucking creature of the night, who's mother killed your real mother!" She laughs nervously. "So I thought of her real mother, and was about to say I was a vampire hunter… then I realized if and when she found out I was one, she would probably kill me… As I looked around for inspiration, and saw a parcel of…" She clears her throat, "'whitegold'… and blood… I had ordered from the capital, and came up with the story of how I was a mailman hunter!"

>Becky raises her wing, "B-but pretty bat lady, why is she a crazy dog lady? Isn't she grown up?" You quickly cover your sisters adorably frank mouth, laughing nervously.

>Christi laughs warmly, "Oh she so adorable, but she raised a good point. I didn't learn until later that kobolds… actually have an innate distrust of delivery men… So the gravity of my lie escaped me until I saw my precious child grow up enamored with the idea of being a mailman slayer like her old mom. Her passionate nature, coupled with her… simple… demeanor, didn't help either, and what I had hoped would just be a childhood fancy has grown into an obsession well into her adulthood." She looks down dejectedly, "It's given her something to strive for, but I'm worried she'll never grow up. I want her to settle down and do something constructive with her life, help me take care of these orphans, have her own family…"

>The vampire slumps her head down into her arms, "I don't want my little girl running around the wilderness, and to be cornered by one of those ruthless PaIadins. I couldn't lose the only family I have left. Centuries is a long time to live lonely and heartbroken."

>>155099

>orphanage

>Becky doesn't have a mom anymore

Anyone else seeing this? Yes, I know Becky might not want to leave her big brother or sister, but we can always stop by in the future to visit her and her Auntie Christi. We're also gonna have to go back and visit Gwen sometime too, and anyone else we run into that's friendly.

>>155104

We can do that during the victory lap.

>>155099

>You sigh heavily, "Well, she's not going to attack me anymore is she? Or kidnap my little sister?"

>"She did WHAT!? Oh, I am going to give her TWO BATHS tomorrow!" Christi slams her fists into her desk, making Becky flinch. "Oh, I'm so sorry my girl did that to you sweetie, she didn't hurt you did she?" She walks around her desk and approaches your seat, looking at the small bird girl in your lap with a motherly smile.

>"Nu-uh, pretty bat lady, I scratched her face and flew away." She beams proudly.

>The embellished vampire laughs, "I bet you did!" She claps her hands, "How would you all like something to eat? My maids should be finishing dinner right about now, would you like to join us? It's the least I can do after all the trouble my daughter put you through."

>You're about to say you should all be continuing on your journey, but your stomach raises an objection. Magdalene laughs at the embarrassed face you're making.

>"Oh don't be shy, we have plenty to eat! I would love to have you for dinner!" Christi says cheerily.

>You and Magdalene cock an eyebrow, and Becky's feathers ruffle up.

>Oh my goodness, I meant '-have you stay for dinner'. …Oh my god I'm turning into my mother…" She digs her fingers into her face and it looks as if she's trying to tear it off in embarrassment. "Mary! You can unlock the door now!"

>The goo oozing between the cracks of the door recedes, and the door slowly opens. Christina and Mary leads you all to a massive fabulously decorated dining hall, with a huge hardwood table spanning it. Sitting at the table are countless monster children acting up, talking, and rough housing. The undead matron takes her seat at the head of the table, and motions you to sit at the four empty seats closest to her.

>Christina raises a glass and taps it with her fork to grab everyone's attention. It seems she forgot these are children and not dignitaries, because they unsurprisingly ignore the small delicate sound. She clears her throat, "Children, please listen for a moment." The children all respond by resuming as if they heard nothing.

>"CHILDREN QUIET DOWN!" says a shockingly butch voice, which silences every child, who's full attention now directed at it's source.

>Christina's face is beet red, as she holds her fingers to her mouth. "Sorry… anyways, children. These three will be joining us for dinner tonight, I would like you to all say hello to our guests. This is Anonson, his wife, Magdalene, and their young friend's name is Becky."

>A discordant cacophony of youthful, "Hello Anonson. - Magdalene - Becky!"'s echos throughout the hall. Your cheeks warm from all the attention and eyes on you. Magdalene waves lightly, smiling at the children, and Becky slowly raises her wings in embarrassment, covering her face.

>Suddenly a stream of feathery maids burst through the door, all carrying trays full of food. A widely impressive spread is presented on the table, and the maids immediately set out on serving it to all the children. Some of the maids stick close to the smaller children and help cut their meat for them.

>You and your party are served your food, and you all begin eating the gourmet meal with hungry zeal. The flavor is indescribably delicious, though you wonder if all these children fully grasp the extravagant quality of the food.

>>155152

>"So Anonson, how would you and your wife feel about adopting one of these precious children? You nearly gag on your food at the sudden provocation of such a serious question.

>"O-oh, well, all of these children are especially adorable, and we would love to give them a loving home. But unfortunately we're currently travelling, and our trip has put us in mortal peril. It wouldn't be right to bring a child with us right now." You state bluntly.

>"Oh? Then what is this child doing with you? Surely you would not allow your little sister on this dangerous journey? Might I ask why she's with you?"

>Becky looks down sadly at her plate, picking at her food.

>Christina looks at her worriedly, "Oh dear… Anonson, would you accompany me to the hall?" She get's up and beckons you to follow.

>As she leads you out of the room, she makes she you're out of ear shot, "So, what's little Rebecca's story?"

>You explain how you met Becky, and your gruesome run in with the Holy Guard. You decide to avoid the whole ungodly horror part, instead saying he fell after a heated battle with you and your wife. It wasn't exactly a lie. You forget to censor yourself when you describe Becky's mother. The images flood back into your mind, and it makes your words slip out frankly.

>"Oh dear goodness, that's absolutely reprehensible! But it's noble how you took her into your care so readily. She seems really attached to you even after such a short time." She gives you a sad smile, "You could leave her here you know. I would give her a good home, look after her like one of my own."

>You hesitate to answer, you want your little sister to be safe… but would Becky be happy being torn away from her big brother after being separated from her mother so soon?

>"Don't worry, you don't have to decide now. How about you and your wife stay here for the night, let Becky play with the other children, see how she likes it here. We'll let her decide what's best for her."

>You think hard about it, letting out a heavy sigh, "Yeah, that sounds reasonable. I just want my little sister to be safe… But I also want her to be happy."

>Christina closes you into a tight hug, "OHHH! You're such a sweet man! If you weren't married, I could just eat you up!"

>"W-wait, how did you know our names, and that we were married?"

>The vampire's face grows cold as she steps back from you. She grabs her cloak and poses dramatically, before returning to a casual stance. "I'm a vampire, our magic makes us unwittingly add dramatic tension to social situations, so I just naturally know small details about people I meet for no other reason than to just freak them out. I imagine you've heard my daughter's dramatic monologues, she tries to be like her mama, but it just doesn't come as naturally to her." She chuckles, "Anyways, lets go back and finish dinner."

>You both return to the dining hall and finish your meals. You lean over to your wife beside you and whisper Christina's offer to her. She thinks a bit before nodding to you solemnly.

>When you finish, Becky runs around the table and clings to your leg, "Hey big bruther, what are we going to do now?" She looks up at you, smiling.

>You kneel down to get to her eye level, "Becky, how would you like to play with the other children for a bit, Maggie and me… uh…" Shit, you think you backed yourself into a corner here…

>"OH!" the bird girl exclaims, "You and Maggee want to take a bath together again so you can rub her boobies!" She says loudly with an wide open innocent smile.

>Your face feels like the surface of the sun, you're frozen in place with immeasurable embarrassment. WAIT! She SAW THAT!?!?

>>155154

damn right kiddo, now beat it

>>155154

>Christina walks up behind Becky and picks her up. "Whoopsy-daisy! Why don't I introduce you to some other harpies your age, I'm sure they would love to meet you Becky. That way we can let your big brother rub his wife's boobies." She says poorly attempting not to snicker.

>"THAT'S NOT WHAT WE'RE DOING!" You shout out desperately, "Honey, tell them I'm not making Becky play just so I can fondle you!"

>Magdalene grips your wrist so firmly it hurts. She stares daggers into your eyes. "Yes you are."

>"What?"

>Your wife starts dragging you through the ornately decor'd halls at a breakneck pace. A manically lecherous smile spreads from ear to ear on her face. That gooey looking maid turns a corner and impedes your progress. "Hello Master Anonson, can I help you find something?"

>Magdalene's mood flips, "Hi! We're looking for a washroom where we can clean ourselves and so my husband can feel me up."

>"M-MAGDALENE! What's gotten into you!?" You're worried about your wife's sudden brash and lewd attitude.

>The maid bows, speaking in a calm professional tone, "I believe you are Master Anonson, also the room Mistress Barkmont has prepared for you has a washroom in it. It is around the next corner on the right, third door on the left. We've stocked it with special oils excellent for-"

>Magdalene cuts the maid off, dragging you behind her as she sprints down the halls. She spots the door that the maid described, and fumbles to open it as quickly as possible, before shoving you inside and slamming the door behind you.

>This guest room is massive! A king sized four poster bed shrouded in silken sheets and covered with lush pillows sat against the wall. In the far corner of the regally decorated room lies a large tiled tub elevated about the floor, surrounded by grates. You see two identical brass fixtures with dials on them, mounted on the wall over the tub.

>"Honey, are you feeling okay?" You can't help but feel her libido has been getting steadily more insatiable. But you find it's slowly becoming infectious.

>"Seeing Becky dote over you, and seeing how sweet, and patient, and caring you are with her… Oh God you would make such a great father, and it's REALLY turning me on…" She starts breathing heavily as she walks slowly towards you. She deftly unbuckles your leather armor and sheds off the top before moving in for the kiss. You're starting to feel less embarrassed and more into her voracious sex drive as she claws at your chest and passionately kisses you, moaning hungrily into your lips.

>She breaks the kiss suddenly and looks extremely annoyed, "DAMMIT… I'll be right back, I left my pack in the dining hall. It has something I need and I'm going to go get it, go draw the bath while I'm gone. She gives you a sly wink before running out the door. Wait how do I draw a bath with this thing? This doesn't look like one of the pumps back home…

>You're wracking your brain, staring at every inch of the bath tub when you hear footsteps enter the room. Magdalene is standing in the doorway coyly looking at you.

>"Hey you're back, that was fast!" You look at her and notice something, "Hey Honey, where's your pack?"

>She jumps slightly and looks nervous, "Uh… It's fine, I got what I needed from it…"

>You look at her suspiciously, what is she up to? "Okay… well… could you help me with this bath? I have no idea how to work it."

>"O-oh! Of course!" She looks a bit flustered, but walks up to you, avoiding eye contact. She leans over the tub, and twists the knobs, allowing one of the taps to flow fast, and the other to flow slowly. So that's how it works. Huh. Seem's one is hot and the other is cold. Not sure how Christi managed that but's its pretty impressive.

>You look down at honey who's sitting next to you on the tiled steps of the bath, face pink and looking away. So Honey, what did you want to do while we waited for our bath? So say in a tone more seductively than you thought yourself capable of.

>Magdalene's face starts turning red, she attempts to look at you while still avoiding eye contact, and ends up staring at your bare chest. Her face becomes completely bright red, and she starts huffing nervously.

>"Honey are you feeling alright? You pull her in and rest her head on your chest. "You feel really feverish! Maybe you should go lie down… poor thing." You start gently stroking her head, and she seems to relax against you, sighing happily.

>You hear the door open. "Sweetie, I got my pack, apparently one of the maids thought it was a mimic child and… Anonson who the hell is this?"

>>155243

>That's a good question, just who are you petting… WAIT, IF MAGDALENE IS THERE, WHO ARE YOU PETTING!? The gravity of the situation dawns on you and you break out into a cold sweat, unable to react. You just sit there with your hand on the familiar looking stranger's head.

>She looks up at you, her eyes wide and watering, lips quivering in a pout. "I-I'm sorry sir…"

>One of those plumed maids runs into the room, "Donna! Are you in here!? There you are! …Donna what did I tell you about impersonating people!"

>"…Not to unless accompanied by an adult, or until I'm older." The look-a-like looks down dejectedly, before in a poof, she instantly transforms into a prepubescent girl, wearing a thick sweater with sleeves too long for her arms, and turtle neck too long it covers her mouth. She's wearing shorts that are almost entirely covered up by the long sweater. She has thick rimmed glasses and auburn braided pig tails her pale skinned face is littered with freckles. "I'm sorry mister, I didn't mean to fool you." She says in a high pitched, cracking voice.

>Still reeling from the deception, you struggle finding your voice, "I-It's okay, really… no harm done." You nervously pat her head, making her blush.

>"Come on Donna, lets leave those two alone, we can go play a game before bedtime okay?" The maid says sweetly.

>Donna gasps excitedly, "Can we play hide and seek!?"

>"Ye- I MEAN NO! Absolutely not!" She says exasperatedly as they both walk away.

>You and Magdalene are once again alone in the room. Your wife locks the door with a scowl before walking towards you taking off her leather armor and tossing it on the ground. She stares angrily at you, and just as she get's close, she sidesteps around to the bath and turns the faucets off. The bathtub was close to overflowing with steaming water.

>Magdalene sits down next to you, still upset. "Honey, can you really not tell the difference between me and a little girl?"

>You feel blindsided by this question, considering the little girl was literally a shape-shifter, who assumed the exact form of your wife. How did she expect you to answer this question!? You stammer trying to find the words, despair gripping you as you feel as if you've stumbled into a trap.

>Your wife's face starts to soften and she holds her arms down in front of her, modest breasts slightly pinching the delicate fabric of her dress between them, her nipples poking through, gently grazing her arms. "Do you really think I look that boyish?" He voice a mixture of sadness and teasing.

>You feel your heart beating rapidly, your previous lust returning. You stare at your wife blankly before roughly grabbing her dress and forcefully taking it off, making Magdalene yelp and giggle as she playfully struggles against you.

>You see her bare body sitting before you, every time you see it she looks more beautiful to you somehow. You notice her pale skin has an imperceptible bluish tinge to it, and her horns look somewhat darker. But this is out of the corner of your eyes, which are glued onto her bust. Her breasts are glowing pink, and her nipples look kind of inflamed and painfully hard.

>She rubs hers modest handfuls playfully, looking at you hungrily while biting her lip, "They've been feeling sooo sore and sensitive today, would you kiss them better for me Honey?"

>She doesn't have to tell you twice, your earlier unsure attitude has since melted away. You scoop her up and step into the tub with her, slowly lowering into the indulgent hot water. It's so relaxing you almost forget about your heated lover in your lap, until she starts playfully grinding into it while nibbling at your ear lobes.

>Your wife whispers into your ear between nibbles, "Oh my darling husband~ I want you to make me a mother tonight~."

>I want you to make me a mother tonight

DO IT FAGGOT

Pregnancy would make traveling difficult

DO IT ANYWAYS

>>155251

>You feel yourself grow slightly flaccid at this. You really do want to have children, but is RIGHT NOW the best time!? You feel like you're going to have an aneurysm imagining how much harder travelling would be taking care of and protecting a small bird girl, and a pregnant woman, as a human criminal on the lam.

>Magdalene seems to sense your raging passion begin to leave, "N-not right now of course… But that doesn't mean you can't help prepare my body to bear our children…" She turns in your lap to face you, and continues slowly, methodically grinding her lower lips against your member, coaxing it back to attention. Her mouth open, gently gasping for breath as she stares lovingly into your eyes.

>Your wife pushes against your chest, gently urging you to lean back further. You slide down further into the tub, the hot water relaxing your bones as she continues teasing you. She slow raises herself up away from you, before slowly impaling herself on your erection, shuddering as she lowers down back onto your lap.

>She stays there for a bit, enjoying the feeling, before she gives you a smirk through her bit lip. "Sweetiiiie, aren't you forgetting something?" She squeezes her breasts between her arms before puffing out her chest, presenting her soft perky mounds to you.

>You look around you, vision slightly unfocused unless they're on your lover. You see an ornate glass bottle stopped wit ha cork. You vaguely remember the maid saying something about oils. Not interested at all involving other women, you quickly grab the bottle and slowly pour it over your wife's breasts. "Ahh~" She gasps in surprise as the relatively cool liquid flows thickly onto her chest.

>You waste no time in rubbing and squeezing her bust, the liquid making it delightfully slippery allowing you to be a bit firmer with your ministrations. "H-honey! B-be gentle! I told you they're sensitive!" She says in an overly excited tone of voice that belies her objections.

>Your massaging spurs her to start slowly riding you, making sure she doesn't move too fast to allow you to continue kneading her soft flesh lovingly. You start to panic though, because you feel yourself cum far quicker than usual. Magdalene giggles amorously as she feels the stick hot liquid fill her. "Mmmm, honey please give me more~…"

>Her words make your softening manhood rock hard again instantly instantly. Her pace begins to quicken, and you struggle to keep hold on her breasts. Her pleasurable humming begins to increase in volume. You manage to get a small grip on her nipples despite the slick oils covering it. Your pinching elicits a pained moan from Maggie, and you feel her pussy clench down on you, the increased tightness driving you over the edge again. "Yes! YES! I want my darling studly husband to fill my womb with his hot seed!"

>Your cock painfully hardens again and she increases her pace, and you can't keep your hands on her chest due to her frantic hammering. She leans over and smashes her breasts against your torso, resting her hands on your chest and kissing you wherever she can tenderly. In a quivering gentle voice "P-please, c-cum inside of me. G-give m-me more… P-please, love…" You feel yourself unwittingly oblige, the ejaculation is becoming a strain.

>Your member becomes erect again, despite the soreness. Magdalene's thrusts are slow and desperately tired, her body slumped against yours. She goes at it for several minutes, before she can go no longer. "I-I love you, darling… so much…" With one last desperate hump, you cum one last time, your balls feeling completely drained and your shaft smarting sharply.

>She stays slumped over you, both of you relaxing in the water until it begins cooling. Annoyed at the uncomfortable change in temperature, you both get up and begin washing each other quickly before stepping out of the tub and drying each other off. Your wife has trouble standing up straight, so you carry her over to the luxurious bed and lay her down, before tucking her in.

>You slide into bed beside her and spoon against her gently under the silky covers.

>In a sleepy voice, your wife whispers, "Good night Anonson, I love you."

>"I love you too Honey, good night." You lean over and kiss her cheek before you both quickly drift off to sleep.

>>155287

Sorry, I feel like this was the weakest sex scene so far. I'm going to progress the main story soon, and I think sex scenes will be in shorthand from now on until I feel like it deserves more detail. Update in a few hours

>>155342

so far so good keep goin' like this lad

>>155287

>You wake up only a few minutes after closing your eyes, hearing the creak of your room's door opening slowly. You swear, if it's another one of those fluffy maids- You sit up and look over towards the entrance.

>Becky was standing in the door way, looking in, before slowly trotting over to the bed. She attempts to climb on top of the tall mattress a few times before she succeeds.

>"Hello Becky." you say, happy to see your little sister.

>Becky jumps and lets out a little yelp, that stirs Magdalene from her sleep. "I-I didn't mean to wake you big bruther… I just missed you and couldn't sleep…So I waited until you were quiet before coming in…"

>You and Magdalene's"Aww, you don't have to apologize sweetheart. You can sleep between us, that way you'll keep me safe from your big bruther." Magdalene says before giggling softly.

>You pat the bed between you and your wife. "Come're little sister."

>Becky smiles and crawls between the two of you, before you and Magdalene both snuggle up to her and join in a group hug before you all fall sleep together.

>You find yourself standing on top of a high precipice, overlooking a desolate canyon down below.

>You look down and see the canyon filled with an endless horde of violent thrashing beasts roaring ferociously and attacking one another.

>Looking upon the horde, you feel familiarity, anger, disappointment… You remember seeing the woman with the shining spear crying, and it fills you with guilt. You wave your dagger clawed hand over the horde, which becomes cloaked in blue flames.

>The inflamed horde roars and howls in pain, and you cringe as you hear countless sickening crunches of bones and splitting of flesh…

>You wake up to the sounds of children screaming around the hall outside of your room.

>Becky is still sandwiched between you and Magdalene, but they too wake at the ruckus outside.

>At first you think it's just rough housing but then you also hear mature voices joining in the shouting. "Quickly! Into the cellar, children! Quickly!

>Magdalene bolts up from the bed. "What the hell is going on out there!?"

>The door is forcefully slammed open, a maid stands in the door frame. "M-Master Anonson! Lady Magdalene!! M-Mistress Barkmont needs to speak with you right away! It's an emergency!!

>Before you can ask, three more maids barge in. "Quickly! Get into your armor!" two maids with shocking swiftness and dexterity forcefully put your leather armor on you and buckle it up in a mere few seconds. The other maid hands you your war hammer.

>Magdalene managed to get her dress and leather armor on, and immediately pulls her crossbow out of her pack, and begins readying a bolt. "Becky, go with the other children into the cellar until it's safe."

>"NO! I'M NOT LEAVING BIG BRUTHER!" She screams.

>"BECKY! Listen to Maggie! Go to the cellar until we say it's safe!" You snap.

>"B-but… big bruther…" She starts tearing up.

>"I know it's scary, but I promise, I'll be okay, I need you to stay safe. I couldn't live with myself if anything ever happened to my precious little sister…"

>Becky looks up at you tearfully, "I-I… Just promise you'll come back, okay big bruther?"

>You begin tearing up, and give Becky a hug, trying to prolong it for as long as you can before a maid taps your shoulder. "Master Anonson, the gate cannot hold much longer."

>You kiss Becky's forehead and hand her to one of the maid's who picks her up and runs off to the cellar.

>You, your wife, and the remaining maids run to the foyer as fast as you can.

>>155379

you know, If it is the cursed Paladindu is coming, he is going to be facing not only anonson and Maggie, But a High-powered Vampire, Squads of Kikimora and Shoggoth maids, and the Greatest Courier-hunter to walk these lands.

>>155365

>You all arrive in the foyer, and see Christi and you assume most of the maids under her employ which seem to be about ten that you can count here. Christi is standing in front of the main entrance, wearing elegant black plate armor with flowery silver detailing along the edges of the plates. She has a sheathed long sword buckled at her side, and a small buckler strapped to her arm. "I'm glad you could make it, Master Anonson and Lady Magdalene. I really hate to ask this of my guests, but some heavily armored humans are trying to bang down my door and kill me. They probably think that I'm my mother, and want to 'slay the evil vampire lord'." She laughs lightheartedly, either unafraid or unaware of the gravity of the situation.

>You look out the window and see ten members of the Holy Guard, one of them points at you and you quickly recoil behind the wall when a bolt explodes the window and embeds itself into the wall behind it. "Christi! Those are the Holy Guard! They're dangerous, and the ones that killed Becky's mother… and I might have omitted some details about our fight…" You explain the inhuman nature of the PaIadin you fought, and how five of them might be too much for a single vampire and a bunch of unarmed maids.

>"OHOHOHOHOHOHO! …Oh dear, that just slipped out. But my dear, my maids are anything but defenseless. Shieldmaids! PRESENT ARMS!"

>Her squadron maids fling off their uniforms revealing sleek black and silver armor underneath. It looks designed to be protective of vital areas while also allowing maximum mobility. The metalwork is meticulous in detail and craftsmanship. Half of the maids brandish gleaming halberds with a feathery motif, while the other half wield tower shields and feathery spears.

>If this weren't a dire situation you would ask them how they managed to hide that under their uniforms. But you feel somewhat relieved you'll have back up, but you only killed the last PaIadin you encountered by some stroke of luck. You really have no idea what they're really capable of.

>You hear singing steel as Christi unsheathes her long sword. "Alright ladies, remember you're protecting these children. But also remember these children love and care about you. Don't bite of more than you can chew, and if you see a fallen comrade, get them back to safety before rejoining your sisters in battle! I want shields out in the front lines to close the gap so any ranged weaponry will be useless." She sighs and turns to you and your wife. "I want you to be here with me, we're the next line of defense between them and the children. I don't have to tell you how important it is we survive this."

>You nod, and adjust the grip on your weapon.

>Mrs. Barkmont holds her long sword aloft towards the enemy and yells, "Shieldmaids, CHARGE!" The shield bearers take position in the front of the formation, halberd wielders stand behind, positioning themselves between the shield bearers.

>The door slams open of it's own accord and bolts immediately begin hailing through, embedding themselves into the tower shields. Some of the maids groan in pain, as the bolts pierce their arms, but they soldier on and break into a charge straight towards the PaIadins.

>>155385

>The

>A master vampire with an army of meidos getting this fucking spooked about one Paladindu

>>155397

>Once they get close, the Holy Guard sling their crossbows and draw their weapons. The Shieldmaids wielding halberds quickly spread out beside to the shield bearers' sides and close in around the PaIadins, rounding them all in a claustrophobic circle, stabbing inwards with their polearms.

>You hear wet footsteps approach from behind. "Mary! Are the children safe, with the Shieldmaids stationed at the barricaded entrance?" Christi barks.

>"Yes ma'am." The creepy maid confirms.

>"Okay good, I need you on standby to retrieve any fallen, understand?"

>"Understood!" She positions herself behind a solid wall by the door, peeking out at the din of battle outside.

>You flinch as you hear the familiar rending of steel and hear the maids shouting in fear. You grip your war hammer harder, before turning to Magdalene. She has the same worried look on her face as you. "If we don't make it, just know that I'm glad I got to be with you, and I love you more than anything." You tell your wife in a reverent tone.

>Magdalene smiles, and puts a hand on the haft of your hammer before leaning in to kiss you possibly for the last time. You're both startled back as you hear a frighteningly loud sound, as if a raging inferno was ignited in an instant. You look down and see the head of your war hammer is engulfed in bright flames of pure white light. You carefully approach the flame with you hand, but you feel only a pleasant comforting warmth even when touching the head directly. You both look at each other incredulously.

>"Since when could you use magic!?" You yell in confusion.

>"I-I-I don't know! I'm not really able to cast anything like this yet! I don't even know what spell THIS IS! I've never read about a spell like this!" She says just as confused.

>You just accept this, and hope that whatever it is, it helps. Because you see Mary extend a lot of tentacles out to the battle and drag most of the Shieldmaids away.

>You look out, and see half of the PaIadin's are still standing, but the ones that are… You see those inky black tendrils burst through forced holes in the plate, and the air has that same wrongness as before.

>The Shieldmaids are equal in numbers, but they are struggling and on the defensive. Christi decides that this is enough, and rushes out to help her servants.

>With a final push, the remaining Holy Guard incapacitates the remaining Shieldmaids, Mary attempts to drag them inside to recover, but a PaIadin runs around swiftly and severs two of her tentacles before she can pull them away. The two dazed Shieldmaids are dealt a final blow.