Following the trail of blood, you creep closer to the noise that is coming from behind one of the bunks. Strange, before you could have sworn it was the low sound of a man crying out in muffled pain or alarm. Now it sounds higher pitched and breathless, like a young woman in the throes of passion.
Which, as it turns out, is exactly what it is. It is a teenage girl down on her hands and knees, gasping in ecstasy. Her dress was pulled down so that her truly mammoth breasts hung lose beneath her like the udders on a cow, her nipples scraping against the stone floor with each gasp of her bosom. She looks to be having or has very recently completed an intense orgasm, judging by the perspiration on her brow and trembling in her arms.
As she looks up, you recognize her. "Hi mister!" chirrups the girl from earlier. Gripping the edge of the bunk, she pulls herself to her feet, struggling a little under the weight of her own body.
You cant stop staring at those tits. They've changed. They're bigger, you know it, and there is definitely something alive about them. Not that tits aren't alive, at least ones not on undead, but these roil and sway with a will of their own. That wasn't it though - through the left nipple there was sporting a new piercing, a thick silver hoop that hadn't been there before. While the right breast was emblazoned with colour - adorned with familiar-looking sailor tattoos of almost-equally large breasted mermaids.
It doesn't take a man of your intellect to add 2+2. An feeling of dread forms in your stomach as you watch the breasts contract slightly, the rough shape of a man's face seeming to push to the surface of the skin for just a moment before being swallowed up again in the soft, succulent flesh. Somehow this girl had absorbed your sister's attacker completely. Your mind runs through all the possible threats you could be dealing with - a new kind of vampire? An ooze queen? A succubus? All creatures that would have given your wizard self a run for your money, let alone your now depowered, mundane self.
"Can I help you?" the girl asks sweetly, unfazed at her nakedness. "I help out here, sometimes I clear up after the people that get brought in here. We get a lot of filth here. Are you sick? Usually we only let sick people in at this hour."
"We're looking for a-"
Before Lia can announce to this... creature-in-female form that you're the ones hunting her, you pull her close, clamping your mouth about hers tight enough to muffle everything but the surprised squeak that emerges. Her eyes go wide as you linger the kiss, trying your best to communicate with your eyebrows the imminent danger you both are in. Her eyebrows convey one thing, though they convey it well - 'what the fuck do you think you're doing'?!
"What my fiance is trying to say is that we're looking for a priestess to marry us," you say loudly as you break the kiss, cutting off Lia's furious outburst. "She is with child, so we're to be wed, isn't that right, sweetie?"
Lia jaw froms into a gritted smile and she nods, though the eyebrows are still conveying - 'I'm going to kill you later'.
"That's so sweet that you're doing the right thing! I never knew my father myself.... he left my mother before I was born... if I had my hands on him now..." The girl's face darkens briefly then brightens suddenly. "I'll go help prepare for the ceremony!" she says brightly, skipping away.
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