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The companions traveled for a few more days without any interruptions other than stopping for food and rest. Silvan noticed Pepper looking at him from time to time, and when he would return her gaze, she would always blush and look away quickly. Lady Clair had noticed these glances as well and would occasionally giggle when she noticed Pepper. The Zombie had taken an interest in the girl that almost seemed motherly if she wouldn't keep pestering her about sleeping with Silvan every time they stopped. Silvan knew that Pepper wanted to, but she just wasn't ready. During one of their stops, the girl had taken him into the woods and given him another blowjob, but still wouldn't go farther.

Andreas didn't pay Clair for anymore sex, but that was because he knew his funds were getting low. While they traveled, he studied the diary that he had given to Silvan, and Silvan in turn studied it at night. By the time they reached the village of Gist Hill, Silvan had mastered the new Tongues and Andreas was more than ten pages into notes on Beast Tamers. The man had wittled away at Silvan's protests until he had finally agreed to let Andreas interview each of the girls in the brothel. It seemed Andreas felt that Beast Tamers in general were interesting, but one that owned a brothel was more so.

It was late afternoon when they arrived in Gist Hill. The village was fairly big for this region, hosting more than twice the population of Silvan's new home, and having several specialty stores and a much larger tavern. It didn't take long for one of the villagers to recognize Andreas, and soon the mayor was fetched from his home. The mayor, a stout little man named Bufford Hallard, met them just outside of the tavern. Looking at the little man, Silvan felt he was probably half dwarven, but while he had the muscle and build, he lacked much of the facial hair that Dwarves were known for.

"Andreas! Is this the Tamer you spoke of?" Bufford greeted Andreas with a jolly booming voice that started to draw a crowd. Andreas was already dismounting his horse as boys from the tavern's barn came to collect their horses.

"This is him sir. Allow me to introduce you to Silvan, a Fellgist Beast Tamer, Brothel owner, and priest of Vainglief."

Silvan had wished Andreas had kept that last part to himself, but he felt a familiar tingle in his tattoo that signified that Vainglief was at work. What was the God of Mischief interested in now?

"A priest and a brothel owner? Well that is certainly a surprised," Bufford laughed in response. Silvan and the Pepper had dismounted as well now and Bufford pushed forward and gave Silvan a powerful hand shake. Silvan gripped back just as hard and he saw amusement and approval in the mayor's eyes.

"My people have somewhat differing beliefs than those of humans and other races. I'm the priest of the God of Mischief, adventure, and children. Running a brothel is apparently an interesting venture to Vainglief. Now, I hear that you may need someone of my talents."

"Right indeed, but I'm curious about something. Andreas here said you had a few monsters tamed, so I expected to see a few with you."

"They stayed behind to work the brothel. Just because I'm needed elsewhere doesn't mean business has stopped. But if you need proof of what I can do..." Silvan was about to summon animals again, but Lady Clair stepped forward and pulled back her hood.

"Greetings mayor Hallard, I'm Lady Clair, a Zombie in service to Master Silvan. He recruited me for his brothel on the way here."

The crowd that had gathered immediately took a few steps back, but the mayor did the opposite, stepping closer to the zombie.

"My my, you are certainly interesting. That stitchwork.... How far does it go?"

In response, Lady Clair shed her cloak, and then the travel cloths she had worn under it. She stood naked and proud before the crowd, which Silvan noted many of the men were no longer looking afraid. It seemed Clair might be working tonight. Bufford walked around her and at a nod from Silvan, cupped her ass and tits, and traced a few of her stitches.

"Very well made for a Zombie. I'd be willing to take her for a test run myself, but we have work to discuss."

"There is always time after work for some pleasure," Lady Clair assured him. The mayor gave a bark of laughter and led the group into the Tavern. He took them to a booth near the back and ordered mead for all of Silvan's group.

"So what has Andreas told you of our problem?"

"That you have a Yul sex doll **** your men half to ****. I take it that someone was trying to find a good mine in an old cave or something?"

"Exactly right. We originally sent a few men in to try and destroy her, but she easily overpowered them and then had her way with them. We have only a small militia here and what we sent in was roughly a quarter of it. Our choices after that were chance sending in all of our fighters plus any volunteers, or try to close off the cave completely. That was when Andreas arrived and learned of our problem. He told us you could possibly stop her."

"It is theoretically possible, yes. I would have to engage her sexually and then overpower her. If I can get control, I can use my will to override her broken program core."

"She took down four men and rode them all to multiple orgasm, so you alone..."

"That's the thing mayor, I wont be alone. Besides, I have experience with women that are practically insatiable." Silvan shot a smile at the still nude Lady Clair who nodded happily.

"Hmmm. Then I'll trust you and your zombie to get the job done. Will you head out now?"

"I'd like to rest tonight and go out tomorrow if that is fine with you. I'll start early in the morning."

"That works for me. I'll set up for you and your companions to have rooms ready. Then once that is over, I'd like to take your Zombie upstairs."

Lady Clair told him her rates, and after a little negotiation, they agreed on a price. The crowd that had followed them into the tavern was now mostly men, and Silvan could see that she was going to have a busy night. Mayor Hallard excused himself to talk to the owner of the tavern, and then returned shortly with their room keys. He took Lady Clair's hand and led her upstairs while Silvan and the others gathered their gear and headed for their own rooms.

Once they were all settled in, Silvan lay on his bed tried to rest, but found himself getting a horny as he listened to Lady Clair crying out in pleasure. Bufford was apparently a skilled lover. Once they quieted down, it was only a few minutes later that Silvan's sharp ears heard her door open, close, and then very quickly open again. He heard a different man's voice asking for prices and soon Clair was off and moaning again.

She was on her third man when Silvan heard a soft knock on his door.