Time well spent

The next month brings a lot of changes, Kalla leads the normal sermons, life continues as normal in the temple apart from the once chaste views of its clergy. Her taking of mass and confession brings interesting news that was once held secret, one involvoing the mayors young wife and the other the failing health of an elder of the town, you had taken quick advantage of that, installing yourself as the Dames nephew, a claim she publically approved you and Greya moved in as a couple, Eamoly skill making beautiful dresses for the now more self assured red head, you both started to climb social ladders in the town.

Gleisha moved most of the goblins out via the sewers, the odd rat not being enough for her growing clan, she left one of the brothers and four more goblins to tend to the two women and the unholy form of the broodmother, the tentacle creature had dissappeared but you guessed where it may have gone, one of the eyes stayed in the sewer camp too. Dib had gone with Gleisha, your connection not broken by the distance, you learned they had found a smaller clan in the dark woods and the brothers strength and Gleisha's cunning had subjugated them quickly, the brothers quickly impregnating the new females to the clan, they also learned spears and shortbows from there new brethren, the smaller vilages around would soon feel there raids.

As for Devara, she indeed grew quick, in size and intellect, after two weeks she looked in her early twenties, standing nearly five and a half foot her lithe body belayed corded sinewy strength, she would have passed for a beautiful human if not for her pale green skin and long ears, her black hair cut short in a pixie cut. Her skills in stealth were matched by her wit, her voice holding some powers of suggestion,but her main power was indeed intriguing, the young woman could change herself to a similar size female, you had watched her become a perfect duplicate of Greya and Kalla, a plan starting to form about towns ruling body.

Elsewhere Shugga had survived the birth, her senses conflicted by her rage at your actions but a deep need for your monstrous cock, she watched her baby, plotting.

In Dalvathen , a young woman stirred in plain white sheets, the cloth sticking to her body as her skin was covered in a cold sweat, big blue eyes opened wide her heart pounding as her mouth whipered a word,

"Wolfsbane"

Lady Isabeau, paladin of the silver spire pulled the sheets from her skin, naked ,her muscled and tanned body stood proud, golden hair fallen to the small of her back, at twenty four she had given her life in service and defence of her faith and deep inside she knew her presence was needed.