Airlia is gone

It takes a moment for you to realize what Lykaios is seeing. Airlia is gone; the pillar that she had been chained to was there, and a pile of chain that had once been wrapped around the girl lay in a pile on the polished stone floor but there was no sign of Iola's young sister. For the length of on heartbeat you hoped that that the girl had gotten away but a closer look at the chains dashed that hope. The thick iron links had been twisted apart by something far stronger than any man; no Airlia had not escaped, she had been taken.

"Oh Goddess, No!" Iola ran by you and fell to her knees at the base of the pillar. "No, no, no, no ... Oh Airlia! Oh please, No." Bren-Freya materialized by Iola's side and held her head firmly against her ample bosom as the sobbing noblewoman wailed in horror. Better Freya than you, nothing in your life had prepared you to comfort a refined young woman like that, especially no when her baby sister had been taken by one of the demons of the undercity.

"At least there's no blood." The words are a weak attempt to find any good in the situation. In the flickering light from the oil lamp you examine the scene carefully. No blood, no discarded remnants of torn silk so at least the girl had not been stripped naked when the chains had been ripped to pieces. A shimmering reflection catches your eye, and just at the edge of the light you spot a pearl that had fallen to the floor, and remember the long strand of pearls that Quintus had looped around the pleading girl's neck before locking her away in the darkness.

Iola looks up from Bren-Freya her tear-filled eyes blinking in sudden hope. "There's no blood." She repeats softly "Airlia is still alive, we can still save her!" Your heart sinks. Hades, didn't she know anything about the catacombs? If Airlia had been taken by one of the demons of the old city what chance did you have to save her. Then Iola showed that she had heard at least one of the common myths about the evil creatures that only half-lived in the dark tunnels under Athenapolis's streets.

"She's as pure as fresh snow." She climbs to her feet and turns to where you and Lykaios are standing. "The demon can't hurt her, because she's still a virgin!" That might be true, although you've also heard the exact opposite. That demons seek out innocent maidens to ravish because like many other sex obsessed pigs they get off knowing that their cock is the only one that has ever plowed their victim's tight young pussy. If that is true then Iola and her untouched sex is even now a beacon that is calling out to all the other ****-lords in the area. You look to the three open doorways that lead from this large chamber, fully expecting to see more of these demons stalking into the room to kill or **** you all - not that there was much either innocent or pure about either you or Bren-Freya.

"Lykaios," Iola moved with a sensuous grace that you are more used to seeing courtesans and dancers use to soften the hearts of males. "Lykaois," she stood so close to the wily old veteran that the tips of her firm tits brushed against his bare arm the sheer silk that covered her breasts did nothing to lessen the effect on the man. "You can take me as many times as you like ... in any way that you like -" You can almost see the man's brains melt as the lovely maiden used every inch of her sexy young body to get what she wanted "-as hard as you like, if you just help me save Airly."

The grizzly old veteran had earned the right to fuck her anyway and what she was asking might well be a suicide mission, but you can see how much this sweet young woman's offer is effecting the man.