Mass Seduction Route

The large shop that also served as my modest home was hot inside. It wasn’t simply warm, though the fire burning in the hearth would keep it that way, it was hot, nearly a hundred degrees, fed from the excess hot air produced by my forge. The effect on Lilly was immediate as she entered the room. Her face flushed, her brown began to bead in sweat, and as she was used to my abode, she immediately took off her red, rabbit furred coat.

I eyed the coat as she laid it down over the only other chair in the place. She was still uninitiated, not yet a full warrior, not yet trusted with the secrets of her order, not yet taken the final oaths, not yet made her first kill. If she had, her coat would have been lined in wolf-fur, the result of her first kill.

“I have your order,” I said easily, setting the hundreds of pounds of swords on the table before her. “Please pick any two for the ceremony, as paid for and ordered.”

Lilly nodded and I watched as her beautiful form leaned forwards to look at the swords.

Her body was beautifully, supple, a full woman, finally and at last. He breasts were large, supple, they would be able to feed a large litter of pups, even if such thoughts had never occurred to her. And, the way she wore her top and the tightness of her shirt told me it never would occur to her, at least not until later, if things went to plan.

“Something to drink?” I asked, pouring two cups of a rosy amber fluid. My body still steamed, but now invisibly, without my shirt on my pheromones which I’d let loose in small doses over the three years I’d seen Lilly off and on as the Red Riding Hood’s messenger girl, filled the room now more pungent than ever.

Lilly took a few deep breaths as she examined the swords that would be used in whoever’s induction ceremony was scheduled for this month. I watched as her nipples hardened, becoming obvious bumps against her tight shirt, a fact I knew from experience, she was blissfully unaware of.

“I’m afraid I really shouldn’t,” Lilly frowned apologetically, “we’re not supposed to drink and I really can’t say.”

I took her hand and a gentle shock ran through her body as she absorbed my pheromones directly through her skin. “Nonsense,” I said with a laugh as if the idea was completely silly, “you’re going to drink later today at the coronation ceremony after all.”

Lilly frowned at me.

“What?” I winked, “it’s not like the ceremony and its intricacies are a closely held secret, you do it every month after all. Pale white wine, right? With a spread of red-rose petals floating in it to signify your purity and dedication to our Goddess?” My grin widened, “Jacob, the wine maker, has a loose tongue.”

Lilly sighed and pulled two of the swords off the rack, “are these two the right ones?”