Check on Sarah

Monaa walks out of the door and into the large central room of the guest quarters. The first thing she notices is a small puddle laying on the floor in front of her door. She squats down and drags her finger through the liquid. She brings it to her nose and smells. A musky-sweet smell she instantly recognises. Clearly someone had been observing her through the keyhole earlier. And clearly this person enjoyed what they witnessed so much they couldn't control themselves. Monaa smiles, remembering what her master had told her of allies within the temple.

Surveying the rest of the room, she notices some that various types of food have been placed on one of the tables. The table is covered in pieces of bread, bowls of greens and meats and a few large pitchers of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages to accompany them. Monaa walks over to the table and studies the pitchers closer. One smells of honey and ****, two appear to contain fresh spring water and another contains some kind of fruit juice.

Monaa looks around to see if anyone is watching. She skirts up her robe and slides her hand inside. She brushes it past her sensitive clit and briefly strokes the outside of her labia with her fingers. Immediately her pussy responds by producing a copious amount of slime. She gathers some up in her palm and between her fingers and brings her hand back up. Studying it, she notices that the slime has the same colour and consistency as her corrupted milk.

She juts her hand into the pitcher, spreading her fingers and stirring the mead. The black liquid slowly dissolves into the ****, leaving no visible trace, but for a slight change in smell. Monaa smiles with satisfaction as she imagines her and her friends enjoying this very mead later tonight. She moves away from the table and towards the rooms she saw her friends pick earlier that evening. Her heightened senses tell her that only one room is currently occupied.

Monaa moves to Sarah's room, careful to not make too much noise. She kneels down in front of the keyhole and attempts to peer inside. She sees Sarah, sitting at her desk in a shirt and panties. Her robe is drying on the side of the bed. The warlock frowns as she studies her grimoire. Her book of fel magic that contains her spells. Monaa also notices a crude summoning circle has been drawn on the floor, surrounded with glowing green runes. 'That fool,' Monaa thinks to herself. 'Trying to consort with demons when there are much greater and more powerful beings so close at hand.'

"Why won't this work!?" Sarah exclaims, putting her hands in her dark brown hair in frustration. "I did it all exactly as the book describes. The runes should be right and are properly infused. The circle is the correct dimension and I'm sure I pronounced the binding words correctly. Why isn't she appearing? Maybe it's this damn temple," she says. "We finally get some time to ourselves and it had to be on sacred soil, hadn't it?" The brunette warlock sighs and stands up from her desk to move toward her bed. "I'm gonna lie down a bit, recover my mana and try again after we've had dinner." She throws her robe over the desk next to her grimoire and removes her shirt.

Monaa stares through the keyhole with growing arousal. She might not like the warlock, but she has to admit the girl has a beautiful body. The freckles that adorn her face spread downwards onto her shoulders and upper chest. Her breasts are firm and perky, slightly smaller than Monaa's. And for a spellcaster she keeps her body in great shape. She's much smaller and thinner than Monaa, including her hips, making her look younger than she is. No large muscles are visible, but Monaa knows from traveling with Sarah for well over a month, that she is also a lot stronger than she looks.

As Sarah removes her panties, Monaa notices that she trims her pubic hair in the shape of a symbol that kinda looks like the letter 'v'. 'Probably the symbol of that cult she is a part of', Monaa thinks. As Sarah lies down in bed and pulls the sheets over her, a plan starts forming in Monaa's mind. 'Hmmm... this will be fun,' she thinks to herself.