Look for the Lighthouse

You decide to heed the imp's warning and Glenda's suggestion and search for the lighthouse.

"We continue on," you say. "We're not taking any chances."

It pains you to leave the boat behind and continue along the coast. As if adding the the feeling that you have made a poor decision, the temperature drops ten degrees as darkness falls and you are lashed by cold rain. Your breath steams from your mouth and both you and Glenda are trembling. You walk along the beach until your entire body is numb with cold and even the imp has gone quiet as he flaps above your heads.

As you reach the point that you are ready to collapse, you spot the lighthouse rising one white stones from an outcropping of rock. Its huge lens burns bright, sweeping slowly out into the rain lashed tide. Candlelight burns through some of the lower windows of the lighthouse, suggesting that the tender is there right now.

"Goddess, thank you," cries Glenda and you both almost cry with joy as you run towards the building. You reach the wooden door. The imp has disappeared into the surrounding night so you begin to pound on the door. After a very long time a bolt hole opens and an eye peers out with alarm.

"Please help us," you gasp. "We're from the abbey. Sisters of the Burning Rose. The abbey has... has been attacked. Please, sir!"

The bolt hole closes and the locks begin to unlatch. The door is flung open and you and Glenda are greeted by a towering man in a sweater and knit cap. He has big, blue eyes and a shaggy white beard. He is handsome and hale, though quite old. He ushers you inside and out of the rain. You can feel his eyes sweeping over you and Glenda in your almost-naked state. He quickly looks away.

"My gods, it's a wonder you didn't catch a **** of cold. Let me fetch you some clothing. My daughter, I mean, she has some clothing you can borrow." He calls up the lighthouse's winding staircase. "Lahana! Bring some blankets and some of your gowns!"

It is only as you hear footsteps descending the stairs that you realize the lighthouse keeper was holding a wicked clawed hammer. He shrugs and puts it aside, apparently satisfied that you mean no harm.

His daughter descends the stairs and you are immediately struck by her beauty. Her wavy blond hair falls past her shoulders and her blue-green eyes are largem wide-set and surprisingly sultry. Though she is petite, she has womanly proportions and an ample bosom that strains her blouse. She is carrying an armful of blankets and gowns for you and Glenda.

"My name is Erven and this is my daughter, Lahana," he says as you return the indtrodution. "You two can change in the oil room. It is right over there."

He indicates a door that leads to a room filled with sealed pots of lamp oil for the lighthouse. You and Glenda dry off and change in the darkness. The gowns are small for your height, but loose-fitting around your slender proportions. The effect is that Lahana's clothes are modest above your waist, but end in the middle of your thigh, exposing your long, slender legs. Glenda is much the same. If you bend forward much, the result is positively obscene, exposing your bottom and even your quim from behind. You shrug to Glenda. It beats your transparent, wet gowns from the abbey.

The lighthouse keeper has warmed soup and offers you both crusts of bread to dip into the soup along with hot moco bean drink. You drink and eat and tell him your story, leaving out the particulars of the daemons and what they have been doing up at the abbey. For some strange reason, you feel compelled to pocket some of the bread he gives you in the thought that the imp might be hungry.

"I can signal a king's ship, have them put out a launch to collect you and sail direct to Gerlangen, but none are due until the morning," says Erven. "You should get some rest for now. Sleep in my bed if you'd like. Just below the light platform. My daughter and I will keep watch for any trouble."

"Thank you," you sigh with relief. "We are exhausted."

You and Glenda bid Lahana and Erven good night and climb the stairs up to Erven's large bed. The room is musty with the sea air and decorated with nautical trinkets. There is a single window, brass-framed like a ship's porthole, set into the stone. Erven's bed smells like sweat and likely has not been cleaned in a very long time. You are hardly inclined to complain and Glenda, falling to the bed beside you, is asleep and snoring almost instantly.

Hardly a moment passes before you are startled by a steady tap-tap-tapping on the window. You are unsurprised to see a familiar red-skinned daemon flapping just outside. You walk over and open the window.

"Why should I let you in?" you ask, blocking his way.

"Need imp to keep you warm?" he asks, fondling his cock obscenely.

"No. Here," you toss him the bread and he catches it and devours it. "Now go away."

"Please. Hate rain. I be best behavior."

"Best behavior for a daemon?" You point at his tail. "You've even taken that wrap off your stinger."

"I be very good promise. Sleep at feet like dog. You like me. You no want imp to freeze dead."

Well, that is sort of what you want, but he is giving you such a pitiful expression. Maybe you should let him in.