Stay at the Creepy House

While the house did indeed seem suspicious, Silvan knew that traveling on the small winding trail at night was a good way for them to get lost or injured. There was no way he could be sure they would find another possible camp site before they could no longer see the road. That left the house.

Silvan dismounted and led his horse to a post and tied it up while his friends watched nervously. He could practically hear Pepper whimper as he stepped onto the nearly ruined front porch and approached the door. He gently knocked and waited for an answer. He heard movement upstairs near the window that he had seen the candle and flickers of movement, but whoever was inside made no move to come to the door.

"Oh well, looks like its abandoned," said Pepper hopefully. She didn't have Silvan's ears, so she had missed the subtle moans of the old wood and soft shuffling of feet.

"No, there's someone here." Silvan knocked again, a little harder. Whoever was upstairs had heard his statement and knew they caught. He waited for a few moments and listened as the figured moved to one side of the room before finally moving. A door was heard closing upstairs and then soon the door was opened a crack. He could barely see the figure peaking out at them. The figure was hooded and cloaked, with the cloak pulled tight around them. He could make out a soft, feminine chin and one silver eye.

"Y-yes? Can I help you," asked the woman softly. Her voice trembled a bit, and Silvan wondered why she was afraid.

"My companions and I are on a trip to a nearby village, but the sun is starting to leave us. Would it be alright if we camped here for the night instead of risk the dangers of getting lost?"

The woman looked past him at his two friends, and the movement allowed Silvan to see more of her face. Starting from the left side of her face at the corner where her jaw would end was a long, stitched line going diagonally up her face and ending at her hair line. Her other eye was green, and the two sides of her face were slightly different skin tones. Her expression became thoughtful as her eyes drifted over the group before returning to Silvan. She looked into his red eyes and for a moment he saw fear on her face again.

"I suppose... But it gets cold here at night. You can sleep in the house. There is firewood around back and once you come through this door go to the right into the parlor. You can use the fireplace there to keep warm. But only use that room, and do not come upstairs."

"Thank you ma'am, we appreciate it."

"Just... Please, heed my warning. I'm going to close the door now, so give me a few minutes to get upstairs, then you may come in."

She closed the door gently and Silvan listened to her retreating up the stairs again. He then helped Pepper to tie up her horse while Andreas took care of his own. The trio carried some of their supplies into the parlor the woman had mentioned and rolled out their beds. Silvan asked Andreas for help gathering firewood, but Pepper objected to staying in the house alone. Silvan gathered enough wood to last the evening and Andreas prepared a meal. Occasionally they would hear their hostess move around upstairs, but she made no effort to come back down.

"I wonder who she is," asked Pepper.

"A recluse of some sort. Possibly a writer like myself. Lot of odd ducks in my line of work," supplied Andreas. This drew a few knowing giggles from Pepper and even Silvan found himself chuckling. Andreas smiled in good humor at the joke he had made at his own expense and passed some warmed bread and soup to Pepper.

Silvan quietly reflected on what he had seen. The stitched together face was odd, and her eyes and skin not quite matching. What was she? She looked human, but she seemed odd. It didn't matter, as long as the group was safe. She seemed **** to come near them, so he didn't think they would be bothered by her.

The group ate and conversed quietly for a while before finally turning in to sleep. Before falling asleep, Silvan opened his bonds to the girls for a moment to check on them. Mona was once again pleasuring Gert, but this time she was doing it in the tavern's kitchen. He got the sense that she was cooking while he fucked her from behind. Was Gert planning on having her help in the tavern now? If so, Silvan would need to charge him extra. Slippy had oddly enough gotten a trio of young men and was using her transformative power to pleasure them all at once. She seemed quite pleased with the meal to come. Winona was working in the tavern and seemed annoyed with Gert, obviously aware of how he was using Mona at the moment.

Silvan tried not to feel out how Tila was doing. This time of the evening she was usually quite busy, and he didn't want to feel it. Unfortunately, the bond didn't work that way. He could feel it all. She was on her knees with her hands pressed against the side of her stall for support. A young man was behind her, pulling her tail and roughly slamming his cock into her pussy. For a moment Silvan felt jealous, but then something trickled through the bond.

*I wish it was you Master.*

Silvan was shocked. He had never heard words through the bond before. He knew Tila was enjoying herself, but to hear her wish for him... It eased the pain in his chest and he was able to close the bonds feeling better than he had expected. He listened for a few minutes to the soft snores of his companions before joining them in sleep.

He didn't know how long he was out, but something woke him suddenly. It wasn't a noise, but more of a feeling. He sniffed and listened. He heard a heavy thump upstairs and smelled blood. He listened for a moment, and at first didn't hear anything more, but then he heard something that worried him greatly. Flesh was being torn and something was chewing. Silvan looked towards the stairs and wondered if he should investigate.