Rewards and Liberation

Keldan marched up to the lord’s manor, after making arrangements with Helen for her to join him. The minotauress needed to borrow one of Keldan’s spare pants he kept with him as part of an extra set of clothes he kept for emergency situations, and both weren’t quite happy about it, for notably different reasons. It had been a few days since Keldan arrived in the territory, and Helen was intentionally a few minutes behind him; the plan was for her to arrive when the lord or their representative was still in the early stages of getting there to meet with Keldan or in the middle of the early portion of their discussion. Helen was on board with this plan; it was definitely better than what she would usually be able to come up with.

The guards, the same ones from before, met him and asked him to state his business. Keldan just sighed to himself; at least they had some level of professionalism. He just told them he was there to let the lord know about the progress of dealing with the rampager. They just nodded to him, and the guard on the right did the same thing the one on the left had done on his prior visit. Almost half an hour later, the lord and a maid emerged from the manor; Helen had come up to join Keldan during this time. The maid seemed to be some kind of demonkin with winter blue skin, a busty figure, and icy-looking horns; she was carrying a pouch of what was likely the promised coin on a silver tray with gold and platinum trimming and highlights.

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Devallia had managed to pull it off; she had used her magic to have the appearance of a maid that never existed; both her father and half-brother just shrugged off the appearance of an additional maid they hadn’t noticed before; her half-brother had actually tried hitting on her, like the creep he was, when it looked like the two were alone. Devallia had managed to position herself as the attendant carrying out the reward, which her father showed approval; he probably just liked to see a servant taking the initiative after so many years of ordering them around. What he didn’t know was that Devallia had managed to copy a good deal of the documents her father kept hidden, and clearly incriminated him and the family; she was careful not to disturb the pages until the ink was mostly dry, once that was accomplished, she folded the sheets and stashed them in either the bag or bosom, both of which were hidden with her magic. She also used her magic to shrink down the bosom guards and hide them in the reward sack when no one was looking.

What Devallia hadn’t anticipated was seeing the minotaur outside the gates, in close proximity to the paladin; she could tell by the way he held himself; her father probably thought he was just some warrior. She had anticipated just giving the reward to them, and by virtue of knowing where the reward came from, they would know the importance of those bosom guards if they recalled the chest of the minotaur. Devallia's father said he would give a generous sack of gold; for most nobles, that would mean a sack of 10 to 20 pieces of gold, but for him, it meant six or seven pieces of gold with maybe 30 pieces of silver at most. Carefully, Devallia walked up to the pair with the tray as she trailed her father; it looked like no one had seen through her disguise just yet. Her father did not look pleased, not at all.

“I thought you said you had dealt with the situation of that beast rampaging through the area,” her father yelled quite loudly, “that creature is very much not dealt with. I was hoping you had brought me its head as a trophy or were going to lead me to its corpse, but it seems you are lacking in your convictions.”

“Quite the opposite,” said the young man with amusement. Devallia suddenly realized this was a better opportunity than she had been hoping for. She quickly loosened the strap of the bag with her magic as she pretended to trip and fall, thus spilling the contents of the bag out all over the ground.

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Keldan and Helen watched as the maid that had followed the lord out with the supposed reward on an ornate tray; he knew that this was likely a ruse to make it look like he was getting more than he was actually going to receive, seemed to trip and fall, causing the bag to be tossed from the tray then land on the ground as it spilled out its contents. A pair of gold coins in a sea of silver coins, maybe twenty or so, spilled out along with a pair of tiny cloth items that suddenly exploded into the two sets of bosom guards that had been pilfered from Helen. The pair of them saw the lord’s eyes widen in surprise at the miraculous appearance of the undergarments.

Helen quickly took advantage of the situation by saying, “Those are the reasons I was rampaging through your lands; your successor thought it would be amusing to steal my undergarments.”

Lord Markilma knew this was a bad situation, and it was made worse by accusations that were made all the more legitimate by something shown to be in his possession that clearly didn’t belong to any in his household; even his secret backup successor fell short of filling out those massive bosom guards. And he knew all too well his son’s personality but didn’t think the boy would be so vain and prideful that he would literally steal from a monster that clearly was more physically capable than himself. “It seems I have been far too lenient with my son than I realized,” said the lord in an angry, even tone, “rest assured that I will see that he learns the proper way of things. As for how those even got there, I am currently at a loss.”

It was at this time, while everyone was seemingly distracted, that Helen quickly replaced her makeshift piece through the use of Keldan’s pants with one of her bosom guards. The tawny brown material felt as comfortable as always. “That would be my doing,” said the maid with a salacious voice, which gave the lord Markilma seemed to recognize. A moment after that, the maid’s appearance began to fade into a dark pink demonkin with clearly different horns. The maid’s appearance had been more svelte, but when the disguise was dropped, Keldan could see she had a build and bosom near the lower end of his preferences, the FFF-Cup bust helped with that regard. She also had a bag over her shoulders and a leather side pouch near her right thigh. “I’m leaving with them,” she gestured towards Keldan, “he’s doing exactly what he was asked to,” she took a look over at the spilled coins for a moment as she gestured to the sack and coins, “he’s not getting nearly enough for solving a problem you contributed to…father.”

“It’s actually about as much as I anticipated,” said Keldan as he picked up the purse and returned the spilled coins to it. And in my opinion,” he looked at the two lovely ladies near him, “I’m coming out ahead in this. Let’s get going ladies.”

Helen snorted at the lord with indignation and followed Keldan and the demonkin woman down the road, “It will be a relief getting out of here.”

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Four or five hours later, Keldan and the women were on the side of the road in a new territory, one that looked much healthier than where they had been prior. “So,” Said Keldan, turning his attention to the demonkin, “what would like like to be known as?”

Devallia was touched, she hadn’t thought someone would ask for her name like that, “You can call me Devallia,” she said, “it’s what I call myself in private, no one ever really called me by any sort of real name during my time there. So, what are your names? What’s the plan after this?”

“Helen,” said the minotaur.

“Keldan,” said the man, “and I am specifically searching for luscious ladies,” he gestured to both of the women, “like yourselves, to sexually conquer and build a large family with, there are some more luscious ladies I’ve heard rumors about I would like to confirm, and possibly add to the party, in quite a few ways.”

The two blinked Keldan for a moment before Helen said, “Well, that’s ambitious and honest, I’ve never encountered anyone who outright stated their intention was to fuck me. Minotaurs like rough, really rough.”

“I’m game,” said Devallia, “wanna do it right now.”

“I’m not the kind to jump into something like that, I want to get to know you for a few days before doing that. We should at least have a better idea of each other’s nuances before we boink each other, I want to know I’m giving you pleasure while you're giving me pleasure. It’s no fun if I’m the only one having fun while conquering you.”

“And he’s a bit more of a gentleman than I anticipated,” said Devallia, “which is actually pretty preferable. What are some of the more notable rumors that caught your attention.”

“There’s a well-endowed enchantress the king is keeping in a tower, she’s turned down his offers to be his queen multiple times, and he decided to seal her away in the tower until she agrees; I hear there’s also a skilled rogue near her that meets my standards. I hear a buxom lion-kin and an incredibly endowed orc are traveling together, I hear the lioness is a priestess and the orc has the look of someone who knows her ships. I hear there’s a very well-endowed Dragonkin Bard wandering about, she might be nearby. And I hear there’s a voluptuous rabbit-kin, those are pretty rare to hear about, who seems to be traveling about by herself. I’ve also heard recent rumors of an elephantine monk that is well-developed in the bosom.”