Once Gedd is fit to talk, Ursula will consider how to pursue the black-winged angel

The leader of the shadowy Band of Ten Thieves felt as though he'd died and left the mortal plane... not for heaven, but perhaps for some X-rated version of hell. He'd been pummeled by Ursula's giant ass so many times he'd lost count. His arms and legs were so tired that he couldn't lift then, even once Ursula removed the binding. She'd used his dick as though she was trying to make up all the lost time in her immortal lifespan... by this point, getting an erection to come back would be a superhuman feat. His cock was so exhausted that he could barely feel it.

Ursula, on the other hand, was feeling thoroughly refreshed. She'd worked up a good sweat- it poured down her pale flesh and dripped lewdly from each of her jiggling curves as she paced the alley- but she seemed amazingly as though she had another few rounds left in her. Perhaps sleep and exhaustion were nothing, compared to this long-craved prize she'd finally gotten her hands on. "I suppose your performance has gone some small way to make up for your heresy, Gedd," Ursula complimented her victim, taking a squatting position next to him with her elbows propped on her knees. She had replaced her glasses and now pushed them up upon the bridge of her nose; her face looked remarkably stately now, back to its old form. It was almost ridiculous, when paired with her lewd and nude body and her matted purple hair, drenched with sweat.

"... I-I'm starting to wonder... which angel I need to get vengeance on now..." the man moaned pathetically, wondering if the robbing of his family in the past or the cock-crushing he'd just endured was worse. In the present, he'd pick the latter.

"Psh. Don't waste time talking tough now. Punishing you now would be drawing from a dry well," Ursula smirked momentarily, satisfied with her work, before looking to the pouch on his side. The feathers were still in there... but she thought she'd let him keep them. It sounded like the church owed his family something, after all. Speaking of which... "I need to know more about the black-winged angel."

"Shit, I told ya already... She's an angel with black wings. Long, straight black hair. Red eyes. A sneer a lot like the one you keep putting on. Thinks she's better than humans," the man coughed in pain, less focused on the details than trying to remember back to about an hour ago, when his cock had been hale and healthy and he'd been amusing himself smacking an angel's chubby buns. It felt like it had been years since Ursula started her interrogation. "I don't know her name."

"Hmph... There is no angel like that. I can only presume you ran afoul of one of the Demon Lord's army, attempting to besmirch our good name," Ursula grumbled, as she began to dress back into her dark clothing... the pieces she could find, anyways... which really meant just the dress.

Gedd raised one eyebrow and frowned. "Really? You think a demon descended down in the form of an angel just to shit-talk me and my family, then make off with all our valuables? Doesn't really sound like the demon lord's modus operandi, does it? If his army was behind it, wouldn't the fake angel have either enslaved us all or killed us on the spot?" he questioned.

The counselor clicked her teeth; the man made a good point. The demon lord was known to use spies, plants, doppelgangers, and the like to sew discord throughout Merridan in unpredictable ways... but what was with this angelic thief and why were there no other reports of such a figure in church history? This investigation could be difficult... in fact, it might not be a matter for the church at all. As much as she hated to admit it... she needed the aid of the knights, who would have a more extensive record of criminal reports throughout Merridan. Suddenly, she felt the exhaustion she ought to be feeling, as a woman of her age, having spent long enough playing out at night that the sun was about to rise, faced with the prospect of seeking assistance from the church's worst rival faction in the city.

"I think you broke my legs with your ass," the ruined Gedd interrupted her thoughts, as well as his own moaning, to report the status of his injuries.

"Oh, get over it already. Your men will be up soon enough to treat you," Ursula sighed, stepping back into her shoes. She'd just have to let her plus-sized black bra and panties go... another gift for the thieves, perhaps. "I'll find your tormentor, Gedd, one way or another. You can rest assured, it's my highest priority... I-In the morning," she finished, clutching one hand to her head and feeling dizzy. As the counselor stumbled back down the alleyway, towards her own small spinster's abode, she couldn't tell if she wanted coffee, wine, or sleep.