Larya chased after the gorgeous woman, not daring to call out after her lest she alert the ghouls. Only the woman's pale hair allowed Larya to pursue, as her black dress blended in well with the moonless night and even Larya's keen night vision was struggling.
The young druidess and her moody thief friend, Snatch, had come to Carriope to deal with a ghoul infestation. Now that they'd arrived, though, it appeared they were too late. Most of the houses' boarded windows had been smashed through somewhere, and the scent of carrion grew stronger the further into town Larya ran.
Larya's target was heading towards one of the few houses still intact. In fact, it didn't even appear to have boarded-up windows. Odd. Larya hurried after.
The woman opened the door and ran inside. Larya looked around, then followed.
She nearly passed out on the spot. The reek of carrion in this small room was mind-blowing. She looked around, seeing specks of blood on the walls and floor, and knew she was in trouble.
But the three women before her did not look like ghouls. They looked...enticing.
Really
enticing. Not rotten at all. There was the blonde, her red lips curved upwards in an inviting smile. There was a brunette, her black hair offset by white lips. And there was a redhead, hair matched by radiant scarlet lips. Their eyes shone a bright, pure red, without whites or pupils.
The eyes put Larya off for a moment, but then she registered their bodies. Oh, their
bodies
. Pert, round breasts, shapely thighs, slim, almost emaciated figures—but not quite so much as to be unattractive—and the palest skin she'd ever seen. All dressed in sensuously form-fitting outfits.
Realizing she was drooling, Larya licked her lips. "Uh...h-hi."
They all smiled at her. Their smiles were filled with seductive promises. Unwanted thoughts—no, very wanted thoughts indeed—arose in Larya's mind, and she felt her legs go weak for just an instant.
One instant too long.
The crimson-haired beauty shot forward to catch Larya, cradling her in her arms.
"No..." Larya mumbled.
The woman gently led her back to the others. Despite her small objection, Larya was obediently walking along. Something about the red-eyed creature's grip felt so reassuring that she couldn't quite think of why she might want to resist.
Larya was a submissive.
She'd known this about herself for years, ever since an unfortunate incident with a rather unsavory wizard. It tended to surface at the worst of times. Something about her extreme connection with nature had left her very powerless against the allure of powerlessness.
She let that thought comfort her as the red-haired lady led her along. It wasn't her fault. Besides, whatever these women were, they weren't ghouls. Ghouls would be rotting. It was fine. She had everything under control.
Except she wasn't so sure she did. And that just made her hotter.
She squirmed out of the woman's grip, standing alone before the three. "Uh...hi."
The three women just smiled at her. The platinum-haired woman reached down, hand pressing against the crotch of her own gray dress and rubbing intensely.
"Are..." Larya bit her lip, eyes drawn to the hand. "Are you citizens of this village?"
What a silly question
, she thought.
Of course they are. Assuming they aren't gh—gh...
"Guh," she managed. Hands were creeping up her short skirt. Tickling her. "Ooh! Ooh, heehee, that's—that's not—stop it!" She leaped away, eyes widening. "Boundaries!"
They smiled at her, and she found she couldn't quite recall the reason she was so upset. Ghouls rotted. These beautiful women were not rotten. They weren't ghouls. They were safe.
She wanted them to be safe.
Because she...
"Are you gonna fuck me?" she whispered.
They smiled wider. The brunette advanced, drawing out some rope.
"Um..." She took a step back. "I'm not into bondage," she lied. "Really. I'd like to keep my arms and legs perfectly able to run and...and..."
Her legs were getting weak again. She hadn't masturbated since...forever. And she hadn't been fucked since the recent battle with the demon-summoner.
Surely she could afford a small delay?
"Okay," she mumbled, as the brunette began binding her legs.
Ten minutes later, she was completely trussed up. They had sat her on the floor to make the tying easier, but now the redhead was lifting her up.
"Mm...no..." Her pleas fell on deaf ears, not that she meant them. Her eyelids fluttered. She was getting
so hot
right now. Her vagina was soaking her green skirt—at this moment, she was having trouble remembering why she'd even worn one.
As if sensing her concern, the redhead set her down on the bed and began tying the ropes binding her to the bedposts so her arms and legs were spread wide. Uncomfortably wide. Wide enough that the skirt was no longer serving much purpose save decoration.
They began to undress her as if she was an invalid. And right now, she didn't have much trouble with being seen that way. She
was
an invalid. Snatch had been right not to want her around, because she just...couldn't...resist...
She gave a dazed smile at the brunette as the white-lipped beauty began to pull her skirt down.
