Bonding

The Inquisitor and the warrior moved downstairs as they looked at the heavy rain that was pouring as well as the new moon that was rising.

"Where's the boy?" Victor asked as he suddenly thought about the child as they began their journey downstairs.

"He sleeps near us. We had him go to bed before you finished writing. You will see him when we rise in the morning, which will be at 6." Cora said , earning an understanding glance.

This was fine for the inquisitor, who usually woke up at 5. It allowed him to catch up and work on things that otherwise wouldn't get attention.

Cora picked up a torch as they passed the alter, her hands doing an act of religious faith. Victor swiftly followed suit.

"How did you get this assignment?" Cora asked.

"They needed someone who knew multiple languages, had access to allies on both fronts, was nearby and who could handle the rumours." was the response.

"What rumours?"

"The ones involving black magic and cults, riots, men of science going to far, women who will fuck at the littlest of provocations." he replied.

"Oh? And how does an inquisitor respond to a girl who wants to fuck?" she asked, coy and aware.

"It's something that I do not like to talk about," he said. For him sex was not special, just a chore, a labor. "So please drop it."

This earned a glance of strangeness as if he was weird, which he must admit to himself might be true.

They continued down a flight of stairs, with empty rooms and catacombs that seemed to have on them a stench left behind by the more than likely previous debauchery-ridden owners.

"Here is where we will sleep." She said to him, softly so as to avoid waking anyone up. With that they entered.

The room was small, with only a king-sized bed to share and the most basic of necessities. armor and clothes posts were on either side, as were weapon racks. Books and notes sat alone as a map of the city hung on the other side of the room.

Victor gazed at the room as he made his way to master bed while Cora put out the torch. His bag of items was there, with a note with a funny smile on it. More than likely the work of the child.

Slowly, he began to remove his clothing and armor, putting expert care into all of the things that both helped keep him alive and allowed him to serve. He was at the stage of his first shirt when he noticed that she was still dressed.

"Why aren't you getting out of your attire?"

The warrior-woman blushed. 'I don't like getting undressed around people."

"We will be living in the same room together for a while. We might as well get nude and used to each others bodies. Nothing bad will happen, and we won't look at each other" Victor replied, in a soothing tone.

Appearing calmer after Victor's assurances, Cora approached her side of the bed and he heard her beginning the process of removing her attire, allowing him to continue.

"So when will the priest return?" Victor wondered after he'd gotten his shirt off and his pants were in the process of being taken off.

"In two to three days." she replied

"Anything I should know?"

"Old. Has a sense of humour, loves cooking."

Now completely naked, Victor could hear Cora growling in frustration as she tried to take off her clothing. He went around the bed and helped her with removing her armor.

"You don't have to." Cora said, embarrassed as his hands worked efficiently to take it off.

"I was taught by my mentor to allows help a lady, you need help." he said as his hands soon removed her armor and placed it on the dummy.

He backed off a bit, his work done, to watch her as she took off her final pieces of clothing, getting completely nude. Slowly, she moved to look at him.

He was surprised to say the least as his eyes saw her body. The surprise was from just how she held herself, but how well her attire hid her body as well as its sexual beauty. Modesty and innocence arose around Cora's figure as the girl tried to hide her large F-cup breasts with her arms. Her muscles were much larger than the average woman and he didn't doubt that any man who tried to take her forcibly would be in for a nasty shock. She had a small, almost peach-like bum that helped reveal her hips, which seemed perfect for the prospect of bearing kids. White pubic hair that was a bit of a mess but could be cleaned up easily moved gently as she tried to hide it from the man in the same room as her.

Cora blushed hard as she returned his gaze by staring at his body. Fighting, training and being taught to feel no pain had turned his flesh in a muscular scene of intensity as he allowed his dark blonde hair to tingle in the damp cold of the room. Her eyes kept gazing downward until she saw his manhood.

"By the savior's light! How is that possible?!" She exclaimed as she saw the beast between his legs, who just so happened to grow at seeing the wonder in front.