The emissary

You watch as the cloaked figure is led in. They are not particularly tall, nor are they carrying any kind of weapons. The pair of guards escorting them are still cautious, however, their hands on their swords. Stopping a safe distance from you, they stay nearby until you dismiss them. “Thank you. I can handle it from here.”

They nod, and head back to their posts. The figure stands unmoving, head bowed. As the silence drags on, you sigh. “So, you have my attention. Who are you and what do you want?”

A soft, feminine voice issues from the depths of the hood. “I am called Iris. I am here as an emissary, seeking aid from the demon slayer.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I suppose that’s me. But who do you represent? I don’t know what you’re asking.”

Iris is silent for a moment. Then the hooded head lifts, and you catch a glimmer of light shining off eyes deep within. “I have come from the undead kingdom, though I am not aligned with them. I am a member of a resistance movement within. We managed to breach the barrier so that I may come to you for aid. I fear I may have been followed, so I must also ask for shelter.”

You shake your head. “I don’t deal with people who hide their identity. I’ve had bad luck with cloaked and hidden people before.”

You glance at Reika, who smiles. “At least this one didn’t break your door.”

You chuckle. “True. Regardless, I must ask that you show yourself.”

Iris stands unmoving for a moment again, then you see her nod. “I understand.”

Without another word, she lets her cloak fall open, and you and the girls are left speechless.

Beneath the cloak, she is wearing very little, and what she is wearing is sheer enough to essentially reveal everything. Pale grey skin, caressed by the dark purple fabric of the dress, if it could be called that. Iris is voluptuous, with wide hips, a narrow waist, and very large breasts. Her hair, long and dark purple, casts a veil over her washed out, almost colorless blue-grey eyes. Light purple streaks, almost like tear stains, run down her cheeks from her eyes. Long, pointed ears peek out from under her hair, which she delicately brushes away from her face.

She stands before you, seemingly unfazed by her near nudity. “Now you can see what I am. I am a banshee, an undead. For obvious reasons, I will not demonstrate my powers. I know you have little to fear, but these others, I do not know.”

You nod. “I thank you. You may cover your body if you’re uncomfortable being exposed like this.”

She shakes her head. “It does not bother me. If I am pleasing to your eyes, I do not mind if you look. However, I must reiterate my request for shelter, and state my desire to acquire aid for those I speak for.”

You look to the other girls. “I think we can offer shelter at least. As for aid, we need to know more first. What do you three think?”

Reika nods. “I see no harm in offering protection, at least for now.”

Yura looks at you. “I sense no danger, or threat from her. Learning more is wise.”

Maya giggles. “You just want to fuck her.”

You sigh. “I don’t need to have sex with EVERY attractive monster girl we meet, Maya…”

She grins. “True, but you WANT to!”

Iris speaks up. “I am not opposed to the use of my body in such a fashion. I am unattached, and you are clearly a man of passion. However, I would prefer to handle that more privately.”

You roll your eyes as Maya winks at you. “No need to jump to that. Come with us, Iris. We can discuss your story with the rest of the family.”

She nods. “Of course. And if you desire me, I will be available to you.”

Maya giggles again, and you sigh. “Follow us, please.”