Be Honest

Fuu looked around at her allies. There could be some issues with letting Gruul’s presence be known, but he had also aided them. Would it be fair to take all the credit when he had helped them so much? She suspected Gruul didn’t want gratitude, but Fuu didn’t want him to ignore his own accomplishments either.

Fuu closed her eyes, took a centering breath, and released it. “We will all go collect the prisoners. If they ask, we will tell the truth. Gruul is an ally that helped us kill the Gnolls.”

Liv shook her head. “Are you trying to get us thrown out of the village without pay? Gnolls are the entire cause of their problems!”

Emmaline sauntered forward and wrapped an arm around Gruul as she smiled at Liv. “Relax, Liv. Look at Gruul. He’s obviously been thoroughly tamed by his wife.” Gruul looked away and grumbled something in Gnollish. Liv did nothing but gawk at her. Fuu placed a hand over her face. Emmaline, immune from the exasperation of her companions, pressed on. “Speaking of, Fuu can I borrow your husband when we’re done collecting the captives?”

Fuu groaned as she began to wipe the blood from her body with a wet cloth. “You can discuss it with him after we have resolved whatever problem remains to discuss. Until then, please be professional.”

Emmaline giggled as she broke away from the Pale Gnoll. Gruul sauntered over to the body of the shaman and began searching through it. Becky, having quickly done a check over the others, came up behind him. “Are you injured?”

Gruul shook his head as he pulled various fetishes from the folds of the Shaman’s robes. Some he set aside and some he crushed in his hands. “No, your timing was perfect with the dart. I took no real damage.”

Becky smiled, blushing ever so slightly at the praise. “Good. What are you looking for?”

Gruul pulled out a crude leather ring that held a few keys on it. “Keys for the prisoners, hopefully. If not they are keys to some kind of container.”

Fuu approached with the rest of the Bravos. “Good find. Let’s get moving.”

As they entered the fork in the cave, Gruul stopped and pointed off to the leftmost fork. “The Shaman’s quarters are this way. This middle path for to the storage area and the captives should be down that way.”

Fuu nodded. The directions seemed correct from the limited locations she had seen in her hours of captivity. “There at least one of the prisoners has cooperated enough with the Gnolls to walk freely so be careful of random attacks.”

Becky looked concerned. “Do you think she was charmed?” Fuu turned to Gruul for an answer.

Gruul shook his head. “I do not believe so. Before truly falling to the Shaman’s plot, our people had begun to manifest an aphrodisiac in our semen. I am unsure if it was caused by the Shaman’s magics or a natural effect.”

Liv nodded. “That would explain a few things.” She looked between Gruul and Fuu.

Fuu shook her head, thankful for the dark cave to hide her blush. “I suspect it is a magical effect. I appear to be unaffected by it due to the Goddess’ protection.” There was a pause as her companions stared at her. Fuu cleared her throat to break the staring. “If it is addictive, perhaps that is the cause of the loose prisoners.”

Emmaline shrugged. “Or she just really likes Gnoll cock.”

Fuu simply turned and moved down the eastern tunnel. After a moment she was followed by the rest of the group.

Fuu entered the familiar open room, still filled with the pungent smell of sex. Without all the Gnolls, it was easy to find the prison area in a small offshoot. In front of the chained prisoners were two unchained prisoners. From their descriptions, Moriah, Maya, and Melody were the ones chained with Jen and Ivana being unchained.

Ivana was quick to notice Fuu. “Oh it’s the new whore! We heard chanting. Do we need to bring the others for an orgy outside?” Her smile was wide with delight but Fuu noticed the unfocused look in her eyes.

Jen was equally glassy-eyed, licking her lips. “That does sound like fun.”

Before Fuu could speak, Gruul arrived, materializing out of the shadowed tunnel. Gruul hadn’t bothered with the remnants of his loin cloth and evidently was excited by the smell of sex around them.

Jen’s eyes locked on Gruul’s hard cock. “So big…” Fuu saw her legs shake slightly as she approached. Ivana had her mind about her enough to notice the blood coating Gruul’s fur. Unlike the Bravos, Gruul hadn’t bothered attempting to clean himself up.

Ivana shoved Jen to the side to snarl and approach Gruul. “You! You aren’t one of the masters! What did you do to them?”