Awkwardly

Sabine’s Goddess moves in mysterious ways, for just as who she thought was the scoundrel swordsman rears back, coiling his body to thrust forward and impale her, his eyes flash open wider in stark surprise.

From behind Russ, the timbre of his own voice responds to the rhetorical question of what is between Sabine’s lithe legs. “I would agree; Save that you fail to be me.”

Quickly Sabine’s senses are returning to a minute level of control. At least, she recognizes Russ’s voice from the foot of the bed. The thing that she thought was him is promptly launched through the air and to the door, with Russ’s rapier still impaled through the daemonic heart.

Foregoing an effort to retrieve Russ’s weapon, he ducks down just in time to see the daemonic animal sailing over him in its true form. It is a Hunter daemon.

Turning while rising back up to stand, he continued his reply to promptly disanimating newly made corpse. “And while I am loath to interrupt a consensual act. Your subterfuge means, Sabine’s consent is meant for me to mate with her, instead of you.”

The daemonic glint in the daemon’s eyes fades as it disanimates completely just after his body slid down the sturdy oak door and slumped to the floor.

“Russ!!!” Russ hears behind him as Sabine promptly launches herself towards him. He is barely able to turn around in time to catch her with his own arms and hands. Fortunately, Sabine is of similar mind and already had her arms around his shoulders.

Their lips meet as Russ feels Sabine give herself completely to this kiss with him. The previous kiss was truly electrifying and he imagined it could be the best in his short life, yet this one truly had more passion behind it as she conveyed her abundant gratitude.

Sabine doubts that Russ understands why she is so grateful. Becoming a sex toy to an extradimensional creature is near the bottom of destines she wants. She fought through an entire abbey, abandoning her sisters in the process, partly to prevent that fate.

Russ is the type of man who accepts gratitude even unknowing of its preternature. He is also the type of man to break away from Sabine despite fully witnessing her giving her chastity over to him.

They are laying back on the bed with Sabine fully recognizing the real Russ laying flush against her supple and pert flesh, before he breaks away from the kissing.

“Is this truly what you want Sabine? I read that Daemons have some kind of power, magically enhancing their skill at seduction…”

Quickly responding as part of Sabine has already been thinking of this conversation, “It’s called venom, and daemons have to bite you and get the substance past the skin with their canine teeth. I am ashamed at myself for being so wanton as to ignore how different he was to you.”

Sabine bites her lower lip in turmoil, she essentially already gave Russ permission to claim her maidenhood. It is endearing and important that he is trying to help protect her chastity; Despite his own obvious interest to the contrary.

“Yet this seems a continuing theme of mine to barely survive with my chastity after encountering a daemon…” Sabine continues.

Already claiming much of Sabine’s attention, is a rather large appendage pressing against her lower abdomen testifying to what Russ actually wants. Ironically, she silently prays to her goddess that his ego is of similar mind to his Id.

“I think it there is more to this sword, my quest, and you Russ. More that you won’t tell me but I trust my goddess implicitly and I feel that her suggesting that mating with you will provide multiple levels of protection from other daemons and their spells. Protection that prevents their subverting control over my womb with their extradimensional spawn.”