The trek back into the town wasn't nearly as bad as what had been expecting to have happen. Just the reminder of how her shirt and chest armor was effectively useless at the moment, she did have extra in her travel bag, but that was also back at the town's only inn.
With that being the case, she was left to just wear it as is and hope for the best against any attacker. In reality it was her new cock that became the biggest worry in this moment. In its "soft" state Veronica could manage to tuck it away so that nobody would take much notice, but when hard was where she'd have trouble.
"Just need to not think about sex. I can do that; it isn't like anything's going to happen once I get there." she said to herself as she saw the first building from the tree line
The town itself was a quaint place out here in the seemingly middle of nowhere alpine region of the Union. A couple of minor roads intersected here, which made it a great place for a community to be organized and take advantage of any travelers. Also making it a sort of hot spot of trouble to creep up and interfere in the daily lives of the folk that lived here.
As a result of their troubles, they hired the guild which Veronica was a member of to come over on a regular basis to check. Sadly, this time around was not one of those occasions, rather more of an emergency call of aid when that demon bastard showed up. And with her luck being what it was, she was sent out to investigate and promptly eradicate him the first chance she got.
In so many words she did fulfill the request of investigating and getting rid of the problem. She'd still need to perform a follow up report with the guild master about other sightings in neighboring regions. But the town here won't have any more problems from him, since most demons prefer not to return to a discovered hideout.
As she neared the outskirts of the town a few of the residents came jogging up to her. One called out as he neared, "You're alive. Thank the stars that must mean you killed that demon."
"Damn, you look awful. Almost as if a hound vomited you back up." said another as they took in her condition.
"I wish I looked that good after the fight I had." Veronica replied as she kept walking, "Can someone let the mayor know that I'll be right over. I need to speak with the innkeeper."
"Sure thing. I'll let him know. Thanks to you we might have a party to night." said the second man before he ran off.
Veronica nodded and made her way to the local inn, where she popped her head in to call for the owner. An older woman, gray starting to show in strands of her hair, came around a corner to see who was calling. Veronica smiled kindly at her and asked if a hot bath could be drawn up for her return after she was finished speaking with the mayor.
"Sure thing, hero. I'll also see about having one of my girls find you something to replace that shirt of yours."
The light of realization hit her as Veronica remembered that the center of her chest was nothing more than exposed skin. Showing off the cleavage of her decent size breasts like a window would for the inside of some house or building. This had caused her to let out a slight sigh and shake of her head as she shrugged at her forgetfulness.
"If you can arrange that for me, I would appreciate it." Veronica said before turning to the town hall.
Most women might have done something to cover up such exposure of their body from the rest of the world. However, she was not much for one to worry about something as basic as personal modesty while being out in public. Her previous life as a whore got her over that mindset rather quickly before earning her way into the life of being an adventurer.
But she couldn't take too much time on covering herself up from showing off her fine pair of girls for the world. After her meeting with the mayor, she'd have to find out if there is a leather worker in town to bother for some repair. Or at the very least something that she could use as a temporary replacement for her armor until she got back to the guild hall.
First things first, reporting in with the mayor about her mission and the general results of what had happened. She didn't see the need for her to disclose to him as to what the succubus had done to her body. That and also where she had nearly died a few hours before was another bit of information that could be kept to herself while in town.
Upon reaching the town hall she was escorted to the mayor's office by the same man that had gone ahead. The door was left open for her to enter in without having to go through the hassle of knocking first, a welcome time saver. And sitting behind the desk was a round gnome man that looked more than relieved to see Veronica back again in his town.
"Thank the gods that you're alive and well." he said.
"I'm sure that's debatable due to how I look. But the job is done, and the demon bastard won't be bothering your village again."
"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. We got lucky that only a few livestock was taken instead of any people."
She nodded in agreement at the statement, "Very. With that being the case, I'll just rest here tonight and be on my way in the morning. Unless something else pops up between then and now."
"Of course. That'll be fine. I will be sure to send a feather message ahead of you so that your master will be ready to receive you."
Veronica nodded again at the mayor's offer before reaching over to offer a simple handshake to him. The gesture was one of both respect for his patronage and one to show that their current business dealings were effectively done. He took her hand and, in the spirit of intent, gave her a firm and very official feeling shake before letting go.
With that bit of business over and done with she still had one more thing that needed to be taken care of. With her leather chest piece in hand, she moved towards the direction of the town's blacksmith to inquire of them what could be done. She knew that it wouldn't be anything substantial, given the time that she had left in the town, but some patch work was better than none.
She spotted the shop easily enough, considering that it was much like most every other blacksmith shop that she'd come across. What made this particular shop stand out to her was that the owner and smith within its brick walls was a goblin. Not an angry bitter goblin that was ugly as sin itself, but rather a warm hearted cheerful one, that was still as ugly as sin.
She called out to him as she got closer, "Good Smith. Can I have a moment of your time?"
The goblin looked at her from his forge and waved, "Of course hero. Come on into my humble shop and bend my ear for a bit."
Veronica didn't much care being called out as a hero, since she had affixed a certain outlook on what that title means. She saw it as what you would call a truly selfless and giving kind of person that you would hear about in some old story or tale. While she was more realistic in her outlook by being more self-centered in her goals and desires in life than those people.
The goblin continued as she walked in, "What is it that ya need done?"
"I need something done about this." she holds up the chest piece, "Took a bit of a blow and needed some patch work done before I leave in the morning."
"By the morning you say." he puts down his tools and looks it over, "I wouldn't be able to do a whole lot, but I got some scraps that we could use. Just wouldn't look pretty."
"That's fine. I'll probably just buy something once I get back to the guild. This thing is more or less scraps now." Veronica said as she gave him the armor.
"For a simple patch like this ought to be ready in the morning." he said as he took it from her.
She thanked the goblin for the rush job, and even paid a little extra for his time and to get it done, from there she made her way down the streets and back towards the inn she was staying at. By now that bathtub full of hot steaming water should be ready to fully embrace her sore body and aching spirit.
Upon arriving back at the inn, she was told that the bath was ready in her suite, but they were still looking for a shirt. Veronica didn't mind a whole lot at the moment about the missing shirt, more for the much needed soak up the stairs. She had reassured madam innkeeper that it was fine and that there was no immediate rush as she'd be resting.
Veronica turned towards the steps and ascended up to the mini-para dice that was awaiting in her room. As she entered, she could smell the humid air coming from the joining bathroom, an extra expense that she always insisted on when available. She left behind a trail of her clothes as she made her way from the room door and into where the bath was, where she promptly sank into.
She let out a very pleased and relaxed sigh as the hot water wrapped around her body all the way to her neck. Now that the stresses and worries of the day were starting to wash off her body Veronica could now focus on the last item. Looking down between her legs was the tip of her newest body part pointing almost an inch out from her body.
After stroking herself off a couple of hours ago it did go limp, as she had hoped and expected it to do. However, the strange thing was that shortly after going limp it retreated into her body until only that tip was left out. Then again, the mere fact that she sported a cock that would intimidate most people was in itself a strange thing.
"You know, with you hiding away down there I could be just fine wearing my normal clothes. Wouldn't have to worry about people taking notice of a third leg so easily." she mused with a smirk.
Reaching down towards the head, she gave it a light rub up and down from the tip to where it met the entry folds. She let out a soft gasp at the touch as she felt just how great the sensitivity was at for what was presented. She let a wicked smile cross her lips as she worked the head more in light little circles at the base.
"Come on out now, I need to clean you up after what happened earlier. Probably covered in sweat and dried cum." she said with a soft moan.
She moved to sit up at the edge of the tub so that she could more easily clean the cock without dirtying up the water. The person who filled her bath was good enough to leave an empty bucket nearby that she had moved closer. This would be handy to have as the shaft began to grow and extend out more to when she first saw it back in the cave.
