Feixe

Caution: Homophobic language!

Stealing out into the night Hoglah already looked to be a huge sixty kilogram eight year old, her Mother leading the way also looked significantly less human and more sexualized, her bear skin dress impregnated by a newly spawned skin of evil that was having trouble hiding her vast derriere and shelf like hips. It had become a tube top with her breasts spurting constantly into the utterly falling slime infested garment. It clung tight to her saggy belly. In spite of her struggling garments, the sixty kilogram baby pinned between her breasts and a giant one hundred and 70 kilogram gourd bottle containing Gu on her back she moved at nearly twenty kilometers an hour through dense forest utterly silently.

Within three hours they had arrived at Claire’s son’s cabin and peered inside which was when they realized their devastatingly low luck stats had caught up with them after watching the back of the top of Clair’s son’s head for a few minutes waiting to get a clear look at him. Flanked by two Paladin’s the Marquis Vindine Bukwald strolled in his full vestments toward the small cabin, realizing they they would stink too badly to avoid detection from such powerful members of the church Hoglah adjusted the nature of her body odor to hide presence, they’d still stink but it should omit them from the detection of those affected unless they were directly spotted. This should cover for Claire too hopefully, it was too late to back out anyway. A twitch could give them away at this point.

“Bolo Brewmeister, what in the hell kind of game are you playing?” Vindine’s voice was explosive and rattled the cabin knocking back his blood red hooded vestments which indicated he was not only a Marquis, but an extremely high ranking member of whatever clearly judo-christian style organization ran this world’s church. With his hood down it was shocking that a church member would look so sexually appealing to Hoglah. Sculpted milk flesh on a one hundred and ninety centimeter man covered in thick, spritely muscle that could be seen even under his red robes. His masculine green eyed, aquiline face was framed by thick, sharp eyebrows and beautiful straight black hair in a ponytail. Hoglah peered at him with her status somewhat afraid it would give them away, it appeared she needed to see a face to activate her depraved insights.

Slamming a book closed and jumping to his feet with a twirl Bolo quickly revealed what Claire would have looked like if not for being so twisted by her curses. A far more femine looking beauty of a man, much stouter at one hundred and seventy centimeters and with much thicker muscle despite a thinner waist. Reaching out he took hold of the Marquis' nipple in a painful pinch that had the taller man biting his lip as he bent down and Bolo breathily told him “Don’t order me around faggot, I’m the only one who could ever love you.”

The Marquis squeaked into the nape of Bolo’s neck and said. “The crone was supposed to be reported dead this morning, it’s already night! I’m just scared! All our plans!” That earned him a hard swat to the face from Bolo. 

“Don’t talk to me about plans you fucking faggot, you still plan on two-timing me with church harlot!” He sneered and pinched harder, guiding him like bull by the horn and throwing the Marquis, who was now so rock hard it tented his robes into a chair with such force it nearly tipped over. Before that could happen Bolo leaped shins first onto armrest over the marquis and slammed the chair back onto the ground. Bolo’s pants nearly ripped at seems as he circled his derriere over the hungering cock of the Marquis who humped toward the circling anus as if he could penetrate through the clothes...given how hard he was he might have if he weren’t so lust drunk that aiming wasn’t even possible. He couldn’t even close his mouth, such was his lust. Bolo's rough muscular arm pulled into a kiss so lustful kiss that they left so gingerly that Bolo was pulling the Marquis’ lip with his teeth as they parted. Another slap soon followed and Bolo began to speak again.

“Vin, my little pansy piece of ass, you’ll never quit me so why don’t you actually listen to me? Once that bitch mom is dead, I'll sell her body to the church along with her secrets...Except the one for us. That busted whore showed it to me with her scrying when I asked her to find money for me and her, it’s here in this shithole village! Once I collect the ransom from the church I'll use the money to buy a moderately priced mine shaft from the local robber baron, that greedy fuck Tonguesten Lankashire. He doesn’t know there is a liquid metal ghost in shaft number twelve.” “…. Three meters to the south east in an unopened vein.” The Marquis breathed like a child reciting their favorite fairy in a lul before sleep. “That’s right Vin, my pwetty widdle minx, those things SHIT gold and diamonds on a lead and coal diet. With just one you’d have enough wealth to start your own nation...It’s everything we dreamed…” Bolo lightly blew in his lover's ear and then nippled on the Maquis ear “...Since I told you in that God forsaken orphanage I was gonna get you away from the church and marry you.” With a few more pecks of the cheek the Marquis was a heavily breathing, blanched and red cheeked mess. 

“Yet you went into the church and they plan to marry you off! “PLANS!” HA! If anything goes wrong with my plan you want to run to that strumpet Countess Vivianna!” He reach down and painfully squeezed the Marquis’ cock with such force that even through clothes and without rubbing the Marquis ejaculated so hard it left a wet spot on his robes. “TSK TSK, same as when we were kids, no endurance... So afraid of cumming from the beatings that you would get that you took the priest track, special privilege for having noble parents killed in the war...Admit it, you loved seeing me get beat every time I worked as Jester, didn’t you?”

The Marquis trembled out breathlessly “...Yes...I loved it, I love the church that made me so twisted and if you’d just listen...I can marry Vivianna, rise to incredible power in the church and keep you safe your whole life, even with all our mon-” A lamp fully shattered over the Marquis’s head doing absolutely no damage to someone so insanely strong. Bolo walked over to his fireplace and looked at it dejected. “Get out. I’ll inform you when she’s dead.” For the guard's part they didn't move a muscle during any of it. Hoglah could finally get a look at his face.

As Hoglah zeroed on Bolo’s age some quick math revealed Claire must have been raped at thirteen. “Ahh, There is the fucking houses of the lord I have come to know…”Hoglah mentally chided, doing her best to repress the boiling sea of boiling sacrilegious hate within her that seemed to go straight to her bladder and give her an excellent idea...