Myria and Dew led Cecilia down a twisting series of tunnels, deeper and deeper. Finally, they reached a mossy cavern lit by glowing fungus on the walls.
"Lie down," Dew said. "You must be exhausted."
"What happened to your clothes?" Cecilia asked as she sat down on the moss bed.
"Toads grab at them whenever they can," Myria said. "Horny buggers."
Cecilia blushed. "Did you... did they?"
Myria and Dew exchanged an odd glance.
"...Oh."
"It's fine," Myria said. "We're fine. We found... an ally down here. Everything's going to be okay."
"Cecilia, do you mind if I examine you?" Dew asked. "You look like you've been through a few rough fights."
"I suppose..." Cecilia said. "Who is this ally?"
Myria cracked that smirk again. "You'll meet him soon. I think you'll like him."
Dew bent down to examine where Cecilia's armor was dented and torn. Then Cecilia felt a sharp stab in her upper arm, and warmth radiated out from it.
"Ow!" she yelped. "What was that?"
"Something to help when you meet Grull."
"Is this..." Cecilia's heartrate increased. She was feeling strange... stirrings... deep within her. "Oh no..." she said. "Dew, what have you done to me?"
A firm hand gripped her shoulder, and she looked up to see a broad-shouldered orc looming over her, naked manhood waving by her face.
"They have prepared you for me, Lady Whitelance," the orc said.
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