Chapter 15 by fishcrem
Where do they go?
Towards the Lewin household
Katarina followed after the old man. She still didn't really think of him as much of a warrior, the man was holding a lute, not a weapon. But there really was nobody else around to help her so she fell into stride with Eobard.
"There's no telling where they went," he said as they exited the inn." Shall we just walk down the street? Towards your house I guess, I'm sure you're worried about your family." He grimaced at the last words, evidently remembering his late wife.
"Uhh yes, that would be good," she replied. Katarina had lost some of her confidence even as she gained an ally. He was a hero! One who must have been famous at that with a name like 'The Bard of Keimland.' He also walked rather fast for an old man. Katarina realised that she was falling behind even as she thought that.
Catching up to him, they moved quickly and quietly down the dark street towards her house. They passed the forge again but it seemed to be the same as when Katarina left it.
Suddenly Eobard stopped and raised an open hand to stop her. She didn't really notice in the dark and walked right into his outstretched hand. Her chain-mail rattled a bit as she abruptly stopped and looked down at his hand that was touching her breasts. Katarina blushed a bit out of embarrassment for not noticing the hand and also because he was now touching her breasts albeit through the chain-mail.
"I can hear some demons in the bakery. Katarina, I know you're friends with Gilly and I fear that they must be...**** her. This is the reality of a demon attack. I can't fight more than one alone nowadays so I'm going to need your help. Don't freeze in shock at what you about to see." His bright blue eyes shone in the moonlight and conveyed a sadness that wasn't there before.
"I can try Eobard, I already...understand what the demons are like. Don't worry, I'll not lose focus," she replied. her face hardened and they stalked up towards the bakery. Loud moans were emanating from the pastry shop and Katarina could tell it was Gilly's voice. Anger flared up in her and she almost rushed in but Eobard stopped her once again.
"Wait. Here's the plan, You're going to go in there and kill... both the demons. As soon as you open that door I'll play music to help you think faster. You're going to be able to anticipate the demon's movements, although I doubt they'll be much trouble as they are busy." He had peered into the building through the shop window before.
If I had rushed in there and there were more than the two demons I might be dead already! Calm down,no point getting yourself killed or worse.
Eobard held up three fingers and started to drop them one by one. Nodding, Katarina scrambled towards the door, spear at the ready when he reached zero. Music flooded her, a calm tune with many long notes, she felt like the world was moving slower than usual. When she entered the bakery she immediately saw the two demons. They were standing over Gilly, the baker's daughter.
Gilly was on the floor on her hands and knees. Her bare breasts swung back and forth as one of the dmeons thrust his large red cock into her open mouth. Gilly's bright red lips stretched over the demon's shaft which was slick with saliva and cum. The other imp was humping into Gilly's substantial ass. Her flesh recoiled with the imps every thrust.
Katarina could see dried tears on Gilly's face. They were **** her, but through the music Katarina could hear Gilly moaning in pleasure.
Rememer what Eobard said, I can't freeze up here.
She charged.
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A Storm of Emotions
How hard is it to remain a hero?
A young hero emerges from the destruction of their village by imps and demons following a particularly bad "Lust Storm". The Hero sets out to put a stop to the Lust Storms once and for all. At least, the hero will try.
Updated on Jul 11, 2019
by fishcrem
Created on Mar 25, 2019
by fishcrem
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