Acquire the armor first

Being prepared for what comes is the logical first step, and wherever this search goes, it's likely going to involve a fight. Archdeacon seems to agree, implicitly at least, or at least he wouldn't have given you his Warhammer and a key for his old armor. You're filled with anticipation to see what it looks like, and to use something that belongs to him, it temporarily hides away the dread of finding the missing children.

Doolyn told you the armor was held in a shop at the edge of the city, called Auslander's Outfitters. The establishment was large, big enough for the owner to live comfortably on the second floor while a large forge and smithy opened to the back. Inside, bed rolls, ropes, haversacks any number of essentials for the traveling adventurer filled the hand-made shelves. Still early in the morning, you're the only one in the shop for a good while, and don't hear the shopkeep come in to help you until he gets your attention, in a seemingly unconventional manner.

"Why, helloooo Sister. Seeing you makes me want to kneel down and pray..." you pivot immediately and see a human male, similarly young as you, despite his hair having already gone prematurely gray. Dirt and sweat already covered his arms and his stubbled face. "How can I help someone such as yourself?" He seems too young to have been someone to have worked directly with the Archdeacon, but there are always surprises.

"I was sent by Fergus Doolyn, the Archdeacon of the Phoenician church."

"Ahhh, yes, I know him. If I'd known that the Church was populated with celestial beings such as yourself, he wouldn't have to keep asking me to come." You watch his eyes move up and down your figure, as if he was undressing you in your mind. While a small part of you smiles to consider his imagination can't be aware of your secret, you're already tiring of his behavior

"I'm not here for that" you rely sternly "He sent me to pick up something"

His face contorted as he tried to remember past deals "He hasn't asked me to make anything for him, not in some time. What did you need?"

"This" as you hold up the key and put it on the counter. The young man straightens up and runs his hand across his face as he looks at it, processing what this means. "My father told me about this. The old man didn't think Doolyn would ever come back for it. Hard to vanquish evil in a suit armor and a cane. Come around back"

You do as he says and walk outside to the forge as the young moves a series of large boxes and items out of the way. With your key he opens a large vertical chest to reveal a set of scale armor, made in different pieces to fit over a set of vestments. It's old and has clearly seen solid use, but is still in solid serviceable condition.

"Welp, there it is. It ain't pretty, but it does what it needs to." As he speaks from behind, letting you look over it yourself "What's the old man need this for anyway? He couldn't make it across the churchyard with all of this on, let alone the city"

"It's for me..." you reply, still studying the armor, imagining the Archdeacon as a younger, more able man. Even in your earliest memories, his leg had gone bad.

"Wait, what?" the young man asks as he steps in close "a set of armor needs to be made and adjusted to the form it's supposed to be protecting, and you've got quite a different form than he does. An extremely nice form, that very much needs protecting."

"Well it's a good thing you have a forge and you know what you're doing."

His eyes get big, thinking through what you indirectly asked him to do "Yaaaa, ya I can do that. I think. May need to get my father's help on this one" as he scratched the back of his head "in order to do this right, I'm going to need to ask you a small favor"

"What do you need?"

"I need to see you naked"

Tired of his harassment you begin to storm off, only for him to stop you "Wait! I know how that sounded, and it's not like that. Okay, maybe a little bit, but here me out. You're going to want this to fit properly, and I need to know what that is, and you being undressed allows for the best measurements and understanding. We'll do this upstairs for some privacy"

"Fine" you reply, still perturbed at him, a small solace in knowing he isn't anticipating what you have waiting beneath. You follow him upstairs into a small, cluttered bedroom. You begin to disrobe almost immediately, standing the middle. "I don't even know your name, come to think of it" you hear from behind you

"Demetria" you reply, softer than you had been

"Good morning Demetria, and nice to meet you. I'm Tobias. I-Wow"

You inherently roll your eyes in anticipation "Can I help you with something Tobias"

"No ma'am. You just uh, didn't know you had three horns."

"And likely bigger than yours, let's get this over with"

"Sorry, I don't mean any disrespect. Still think you're a stunning creature. Can I ask you a personal question?" As he started measuring different parts of your body

"You've already seen my big secret, ask away"

"Are you always this tense, or is something up? And what do you need this armor for anyway?"

"I've had a very rough morning, and it's why I need the armor"

"Oh ya? What happened?"

"The children in the our orphanage are all missing, likely taken. I have to find them, and the monster who took them"

"Wow, I'm sorry to hear that...and for my behavior. I wish I could do something to help you out with that."

"Getting this done quickly will be enough of a help. This isn't going to be resolved quietly"

"I wouldn't think so. I'd bludgeon every poor sap who gets in my way if there was just one kid missing that I cared about" he gently affirms your position as he wraps up "So, this is going to take a while to do. A few days, at least, but I at least have what I need." The two of you look into each other's eyes while standing quite close "I wish you the best of luck, for whatever that means. Really just wish I could do more for you."

"Thank you" you reply softly, feeling strangely ****. Tobias holds your hands in his and gives a small squeeze. Oddly, you don't pull away or react poorly. Something takes over, and you kiss him. You feel his hand on the back of your head suddenly, and his other pulling you close. You don't resist, and in fact fall deeper to your sudden passions. Your hand moves towards his crotch to find his dick and starts to stroke him from outside his pants. Tobias breaks away from the kiss and lets go of you to try and free his pants loose. Your knees fall to the ground as his pants fall around his feet. Lost in the moment, you spit on his cock and stroke for a second or two, before putting it between your huge tits. With a hand on each, you start stroking him quickly with them. The soft touch of your tits, coupled with the sight of them around his dick overwhelms Tobias, as his knees start to shake

"Gods" he says between a breath, already struggling to keep himself under control "You sure you don't read minds of something? This is heaven."

"Just a lucky guess" you say honestly, and with a smile, glad you can make him so comfortable so easily. He starts to buck his hips front and back to fuck your tits as he rapidly reaches his orgasm. Cum spurts on your lips and chin, dripping back down to your chest.

"Wow" Tobias said after he stopped cumming. "I don't know what came over me, but thank you" as he found a clean cloth for you to clean the cum off of you with. "Thanks. I don't know either, but it's okay. I think we can just pretend that didn't happen and move on."

"I don't think I can forget that, but I can move on. Strict professionalism from here on out. I'll get to work right away, you may want to check the rumor mill, see what the people on the streets might know..."