The Lady’s Hand (A Dickings & Dalliances Adventure) - (Closed Except By Invitation)

“How long has it been?” Arx looked him up and down, almost dreading the answer to that question.
 
His response made her cringe with pity, being that usually one didn’t lose track of time in a prison unless they were there for several weeks or more. “Oof, that is tragic. I can’t imagine going that long without a good dicking.”
 
"If you kill a devil, become a hero, the pub will get you a free drink and the brothel will give you a cheap handy," Sprite stated, knowing that the creature could be harming the innocent as they talked.

"This is to much of a coincidence, the captain most likely is using the beast as a distraction. But maybe it will be quick to give us information with an axe to its' neck," Sprite went on as she looked over her weapon.

She felt the need for a fight, to really work out her system after being locked up for so long.

"Can you take us to the temple?" was of course the next thing she asked.
 
"Yes, of course!" the man quickly replied. He started to turn when Amie stepped forward.

"We don't have time for this," she said. "We still don't know what DeGaulier has planned, and we have to stop him."

The cleric of The Expectant cocked his head at her. "Well, he'll be busy with his wedding ceremony, but I don't know why you would need to stop him."

Amie narrowed her eyes. "Who is he marrying?"

The man blinked. "The Lady, of course! It's the talk of the city. His men have been handing out invitations to everyone in the streets for hours! He's going to be our King!"

Maritia's jaw dropped. "He's found a way to make her cum?"

Amie's cheeks paled. "Has he done it? Is she lost already?"

The man laughs, unaware of Amie's worry. "Lost? What do you mean? She'll be our Queen! But no, he hasn't done it yet. He's captured her abductors, though. A trio of adventurers turned brigands from Qelaz, apparently. He interrogated them just this afternoon and learned where they've kept her. Apparently he wants to make his coronation public, which sounds a bit embarrassing for The Lady, but I'm not one to judge our future King."
 
"Oh, no! Lost already! You tried, were too busy interrogating us to get there in time. Excuse me, my man, where is the nearest inn with a bar and brothel attached?" Chasen tried to split between the rest of the party to talk face to face, but obviously blocked by Arx and Amie's disapproval.
 
Amie glares at Chasen, but doesn't argue. Her eyes bounce between the two clerics, before she lowers them and shakes her head. "There's simply no time. I'm sorry." She gives the man a small frown. "You'll be safe here. We'll be back shortly to see that this demon is dealt with.

"Please!" Maritia wails. "Amie, the clerics of Yendalaritz, you know their limitations! They're not equipped for this!" As if shocked by her own outburst, she lowers her voice and holds out her hand. "I want her back as much as you do, but DeGaulier...lives are not at stake there."

"Mine is!" Amie cries out, suddenly overcome with emotion. "Yours too! The life we have in mind for ourselves. If he takes her away..."

Maritia reaches up a hand to cup Amie's cheek. "He won't! We'll find a way to stop him."

The wizard wavers, torn between saving lives and doing what she knows Maritia wants her to do, and rushing to find The Lady...
 
This emotional outburst is very akward for Chasen. He's not exactly dealt with emotions healthily as it is, and considering he has no idea what's going on, the akwardness is multiplied.

"OK, First, the idea that the devil and the capitan's marriage is a coincidence is pretty unlikely. Hell, the devil might be on your side, who knows. Second, the idea of getting this paniced and desperate isn't helping your goals. Trust an old merc like me. And finally, I'm sure the temple has cerimonial wine or something. We can all grab a quick wet whistle while we're there." He tries to suggest this as gently as he can, but even he realizes how much of an asshole he sounds like. His eyes roll to the sky to avoid any uncomfortable eye contact.
 
While everyone else discussed, the thief flinched as though a ghost had blown in her ear, looking around as though expecting someone to be playing some kind of prank on her. As far as she could tell, there wasn’t anyone watching her. Even if there was, it would have to be a mage what with the ability to hear their conversation and use telepathy. She figured the mage they were with would have sensed it even in the distressed state she was in, so… what the fuck?
She had heard a voice in her head, or rather a voice layered with a couple different voices. It felt rather violating in a way, and she couldn’t help but get goosebumps.

“Yeah… why don’t we go to the temple, get that sorted out quickly, then proceed on as planned?” Arx glanced at the half-elf, “As a one-time favor, I may even be willing to get you off on the way over if you’re really jonesing to get your rocks off.” While his lack of sex wasn’t her problem, she did feel a bit bad for him and it would give her something to do to keep her mind off the disembodied voice.

“As a side note, and I hate to suggest this but…” she pulled the mage and cleric a bit closer to her by the shoulders so the other cleric couldn’t hear, “as a last resort, if we find the lady, we could try to do a switch.” She cringed at the idea, but it would all be worth it if they thwarted his plans and wiped the smug look off this face. All she would need would be to see the Lady naked, and then she could take on her form, the captain none the wiser until the ceremony as they snuck the real one out.
 
Amie groaned. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but alright. We’ll go deal with this devil first.” She turned and started to walk back out into the street. “That’s right!” she said to Arx. “You’re a changeling! How does that work, anyway? Do you even know what she looks like?”
 
“Weeeell…” Arx drew out the word, trying to put it in a way that wouldn’t end up with her being zapped or punched. “As far as the changing goes, I just do it. There’s no incantation or anything. I have a lot of forms I can use, but I have to be careful not to turn into anyone I know is in that area. It’s not too much of a worry, but you never know when you’ll run into the original which can be awkward for several reasons. But uh… yeah, I have to see someone in-person to be able to use them as a shape.” She cleared her throat, “they also have to be… unobstructed.”
 
“Well that’ll only work if we c—“ Amie begins before Arx finishes her explanation, then pauses and narrows her eyes. “What do you mean unobstructed?”
 
“Oh, you know….” Arx avoided her eyes and tried to act nonchalant. “There can’t be anything blocking her shape from view.”
 
“As a one-time favor, I may even be willing to get you off on the way over if you’re really jonesing to get your rocks off.” While his lack of sex wasn’t her problem, she did feel a bit bad for him and it would give her something to do to keep her mind off the disembodied voice.
Chasen looks at Arx in confusion. "On the way over? Like, while we walk to the temple? I'm not going to say no, but like how would that work. ... It's all right, I'm just fucking with you guys. You know, annoying Amie." He thinks hard about what is going on. "Like I said, I'm not going to say no. ... But..." The confusion makes him look like an automiton or golem that short circuited.
 
Ignoring Chasen, Amie hums in thought as the group hurries out the door. "So, formfitting clothing then? That should be doable if we find her in time." She chuckles. "You know, for a moment I thought you were going to say she needed to be naked. If that'd been the case then there would've been no point. If she's naked then we're too late."

Maritia jogs to catch up to the other cleric. "Tell me everything you remember about this devil..."
 
“Hahaha…” Arx laughed nervously as she watched her jog off. She wasn’t going to correct her at the moment, as hey had more pressing matters to attend to. It definitely wasn’t that she was afraid of being fried alive or anything.

Her attention turned back to the merc and she quickly pivoted her thoughts back to their conversation. “I mean, I thought the temple was a carriage ride away, but I can definitely do it if we’re walking over. I just need to know that you won’t drop me, and that you can walk and cum at the same time.” The changeling figured he might be able to carry her, but a lot of men lost track of what they were doing when a lascivious changing latched lewdly onto them.
 
Sprite knew Arx could multi task just fine and fuck Chasen raw while they walked, but it could still slow them down. With Sprite's speed she could get to the temple well before anyone else. Then again, rushing ahead would get her killed and then she would miss the show. She had been raped rotten a lot lately, it would be nice to actually enjoy sex the way she liked to for once, as in watching other people do it. She just hoped Chasen was up to a good show. Sprite spread out her wings and flew up slightly into the sky. The wind hit her, a nice inviting breeze.

"Well, if you are going to fuck while we walk, there is no time like the present," Sprite called down to them.

She pulled up her skirt, showing off her bear pussy. She was a good twelve feet up, nice and safe out of reach, but easy for everyone to look and wonder at. She got ready to enjoy the show.
 
Chasen's brain firing rapidly about everything being thrown to him. If there was any apprehension of his choices, or determination to escape the group it all left as these propositions and sight of bare pussy infecting all his senses. The bulge in his pants extended halfway down his leg at the attention. It's so hard and hot it felt like it was burning a hole in his thigh. That made what he said next feel like he was betraying his best friend. He wrapped his arm around Arx, pulled her in beside him while they walked and gave her a kiss on her cheek.

"I appreciate it Arx, I really do. This isn't a rejection, but lets wait until I can wash the stench of urine, feces, and prison off of me so we can better enjoy the experience." Chasen managed.

He looked almost deflated at his decision and didn't even understand why he made it this way. Hell, he thought, I have to stay on guard anyway. Don't know these people or what they are leading me to. That rationalization didn't stop his erection to continue to swell... painfully, as if punishing him for his decision.
 
Sprite huffed. If they did it later it meant she could maybe miss out on the show. She really could never wrap her mind around how others worked when it came to this stuff, all she knew is she was stuck with an unsatisfied sex.

"You two really know how to get a girls' hope up," she stated.

She then rolled her eyes and went on, "it's not like I really need others," and then unhooked the top section of her armor.

She kept the garment on, but opened up the front, giving her perky breasts a bit of fresh air. She then flew up a bit more and sped ahead, giving anyone that walked down below a good show. She wasn't fully turned on enough to go hog wild on herself like she was known to, but still gave her ass a nice slap and her tits a good squeeze.
 
Amie nodded with a frown. “Thank you Chasen. I really appreciate keeping pace here.”

“Is there anyone else in the temple?” Maritia asked the other cleric.

“When I left, some congregants had barricaded themselves in one of the upper rooms. I tried to wave them out instead, but I don’t think they heard me.”

“Or maybe they just panicked…” Maritia added.
 
Her eyebrows raised in surprise. Obviously, he was hard and ready, yet he had rejected her. It made sense that he would be embarrassed about his own lack of hygiene though. If he truly was in prison for a while, she imagined he was pretty ripe under those clothes. To be fair, she and Sprite probably didn’t smell like daisies either at the moment.

A lot of men she knew wouldn’t give a damn about their smell if they were horny enough, but maybe he was just used to a certain standard of cleanliness. It seemed considerate that he didn’t want her to have to deal with his unsanitary stink.

“Sure, sure. That’s fine. You’ve disappointed the harpy, but I’m sure we’ll all get a chance to unwind once the devil is evicted and the Lady is saved from an unhappy marriage.” She watched the harpy flying overhead, thinking to herself that she would have to try out her form one of these days. Her hand drifted down his hip and she gave his cock a playful, sliding caress before bumping him away slightly with her hip and chuckling. Poor guy was going to have to fight a demon with a raging boner.

“Whose temple is this, anyhow? Like what deity is it for?” The question was directed at Maritsa.
 
Maritia gives Arx a warm smile. “Yendalaritz the Expectant.” She eyes the other cleric, trying to make sure he’s not listening too closely. “She’s a benevolent goddess, but rather distant. The stories say she’s waiting for her husband to return from a war among the gods, but there’s no war between the gods anymore, and no news of him, so she just…waits.”

The cleric heard anyway, but doesn’t seem to be offended. He drops back, and elaborates on Maritia’s summary. “The other gods believe Draager was killed, but Yendalaritz holds out hope, until he returns or proof of his death is found. She keeps herself pure in wait for him. There is no more pure and noble deity.” He bows his head to Maritia. “No offense to the Lightfather.”

Maritia tries to stifle a laugh, given the danger those at the temple are in. “None taken. Kynan is a powerful and loving deity, but make no mistake about it: he fucks.”
 
Arx flinched again and cringed despite herself. It felt like two entities were watching her now, and she found their commentary confusing. Were they the gods in question, and if so, what the fuck kind of business did they have looking in on her life? She was a thief- no some hero. She stole a lot, fucked a lot, and lied a lot. That was about all she had going for her.

Unless… they wanted to punish her. She started to sweat at the thought of it. Surely there were more vulgar people out there to punish, right?

“Oh… they sound… great. But uh… what does she do, exactly? Like the light bringer brings light or something, and Partenthees lends his luck to thieves, but like… does she just wait or…?” She let the sentence trail off, not quite sure how exactly to say it. What did she bring to the table as a god?
 
The man started to answer, but Maritia spoke first. “She still gives her magic to her paladins and clerics, but they’re not as…potent…as those of some other deities.” The man lowered his eyes, but did not disagree. “She also doesn’t communicate with her clergy. At all, as far as I know.” She looked at him, and he nodded. “So, yes, she essentially just waits.”
 
“Huh. That sounds boring.” Arx wondered if there was a way to block out the voices. She was getting the feeling that either she was developing schnitzelfreakia or whatever the fuck it was called, or two entities were inviting her to a temple because they had fuck-all to do and thought she was interesting. It felt a bit rude to call her a joke though. Perhaps she ought to test whether it was all in her head or not.

“Do you think Yendalaritz diddles herself in the butt to keep herself pure, or do her followers give her dildos as offerings? I think I’d go nuts without a little sugar to tide me over until he got back.” She waited, trying to see if that elicited a reaction from the voices.
 
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