"This is absurd!"

Chrom grimaced under the protests of some very very angry Shepherd women who had stormed into his office. He kept an even facade as he tried to navigate the trio, well aware of their power. 'Robin, you're the lucky one,' He grumbled to himself.

Sumia stepped up with ire clear on her usually cheerful face. "Chrom, how much longer are we to waste our time here, and for what -ONE ally?"

Cherche nodded beside her, notably absent of her usual smile. "I agree - the war hasn't paused just so we can humor the whims of the Voice."

Sully stood with arms crossed while she let the two give full volleys to the lord. While Chrom was distracted she noticed something on his desk. "Hmm?" her eyes narrowed.

Chrom waited until the duo were done before he offered his rebuttal. "Look, I know all your concerns and believe me I'm not keen on the terms of this either. But with Tiki on our side, we'll be able to clear out Walhart's troops much easier. Also, think of the impact that would have on morale if our side knew that Naga's daughter is directly fighting Walhart. It'll be worth more than me, or any of us, even-"

"RICKEN?!"

Sumia yelped and lept back in shock. Even Cherche was taken by surprise as a very, very angry Great Knight stormed to her lord with pure fire in her eyes. "You're sending RICKEN to that...that-?!"

"W-What?!" Sumia gaped at this revelation. Chrom kept his most stoic and level face even as he locked eyes with death herself. Sully glared right into her lord's eyes as her fists remained trembled and clenched at her sides.

"Call him back - now. I'll humor the rest of this farce Chrom, but not Ricken. I'll go in there and gut that divine harlot myself, damnit!" Sully swore. The other ladies remained behind with trepidation and fear in their eyes. But even they softly nodded as they rallied behind their fellow Shepherd rider.

"He's...He's already gone," Chrom reluctantly admitted. He said nothing else and didn't even brace himself at the fist that twitched dangerously at Sully's side. Her hair tipped low over her eyes and concealed her gaze from him. At least, until she raised her chin and showed him fire that made the Demon's Ingle freeze over.

Wrong Answer.


"Deep breath...Deep breath."

Tiki paced around the tree as she waited for the next victim. With her wits restored, she could at least have the decency to admit what this was. A slaughter.

Albeit a rather pleasurable one.

Her ear twitched as the familiar sounds of boots on the wet rocks reached her. The next one was here, behind the tree itself. The Voice wrapped her arms around her bare chest as she resisted the urge to leap out and ravage him. Whoever he was. "D-Deep breath...okay," she gulped and peeked out behind the tree.

The young boy waved at her underneath his massive pointed hat. "H-Hello, Lady Tiki."

Tiki blinked and cocked her head. "You. You're the wizard...Ricken, yes?" she asked as she stepped out into the open.

"Yeah, that's me," Ricken gulped and gawked at her holy body before he pulled himself back. His hand went down to his crotch and the noticeable tent that had formed there. "I um...I'm here to help you," he insisted.

The Voice smiled, a conflict of tenderness and lust. "That's rather sweet of you, young man," she praised him.

"I-I'm not young," he insisted with a pout.

"Oh?" Tiki raised her brow. She leaned forward and let her bare bosom bounce before the boy's widened eyes. "Then perhaps I'm simply old...yes?" she mused with a coy smirk.

"...I can't answer that, can I?" he grimaced.

Tiki laughed, genuinely at such a reaction. "You shouldn't. But tell me this - you want to help me, right?" she asked him as her hand traced up her hip and landed on her chest.

"Y-Yes, of course I do," he nodded vigorously without a care for his improper display.

She smiled and sat on the mossy bed. Her grin curled up as a predatory gleam flickered on her lips. "Then why don't you get comfortable and come here~" she offered him.

He nodded so fast his hat came off. The rest of his robes followed as he stumbled and flailed to remove his garbs as swiftly as he could. Tiki remained with her hands on her lap as she fought her own urges. "Deep breath...d-deeep breath," she whispered under her breath.

Ricken let the rest of his attire fall around him as he stepped towards the beautiful older dragon woman. His eyes were as open in their appraisal as she was of him. The feel of his gaze over her shapely body made the Manakete shiver before she offered him one of her breasts. "Here - suck on this."

He nodded dumbly as he climbed up into her lap. The young mage wound up across her as his mouth latched onto her offered teat. Tiki hissed in approval as he started to nurse himself on her nipple like a babe. "Ooooh, that's it. Now let me see what you have for me," she murmured as her hand blindly reached for his groin.

Her soft fingers brushed over him as Ricken feasted on her milkless bosom. Eventually, her digits wrapped around his shaft and squeezed him in her grasp. "My word, it has grown so much already," she cooed in approval.

Instinct guided her as she pumped her fist up and down. His shaft was hardly what would be called impressive, but he had the boon of youth to factor. If luck was indeed kind to him, he may well one day rival the likes of the more equipped of his older comrades. Perhaps. But such a day or vision wasn't for Tiki's interest as she steadily jerked him off with the same rhythm he suckled her teat.

"Mmmm~"

A soft, tuneless melody poured from the Voice's lips. A hymn without words or meaning that nonetheless resonated with young Ricken. His first experience with a woman's touch, coupled with the surreal nature that surrounded the grotto, made him twitch and squirm as the Manakete jerked him off. He felt a sensation build in his loins, and no means or matter of resistance on his end could quell it before it boiled over and into her hand. "A-AAH!"

"Oh!"

Tiki gasped as her hand was instantly coated in young, rich seed. Her palm cupped over his slit as he pumped a generous amount of spunk over her fingers. She felt her head grow light as the musk of masculinity wafted into her nostrils. A light mewl escaped her lips before he popped his mouth off her bosom.

"I...geez," Ricken mumbled and looked away, mollified. Tiki blinked and shook her head clear as he crawled off her lap. On instinct, she followed him and even pushed the young lad back onto the soft moss. "Oof!"

It's okay Ricken," Tiki insisted from her place between his legs. She rubbed her bosom over his sticky shaft and made quite a mess of her cleavage. A spunk-coated finger came to her mouth before her long tounge wrapped around the digit to wipe it clean. "Mmm, it's quite good, you know. Now, shall we?"

Ricken blinked and didn't even protest as she gently pulled him around. He wound up atop the dragon as the Voice coaxed her latest missionary to her eager loins. At the wet touch on his crotch, he finally babbled out, "B-But I-"

"Ricken."

He winced at his name before he shook his head. "R-Right - don't question it," he nervously chuckled before he pushed his cock in.

"Oooh, that's it - right the-heeeeere~" Tiki arched back and cooed as he quickly slid between her slick folds. Her hands wrapped around him and stroked his nape as she rocked back and forth.

Ricken showed himself to be a quick study as he took the pace. The Voice was content to let him lead, lest she finds herself tempted back into her cravings. Her nails tapped against his neck as his loud, short gasps rattled in her pointed ears.

He wasn't the best- a little below the average set by Stahl if she were being callous. But his swift undertaking and exuberance made it clear that he had potential. A little bud of wisdom that with the right cultivation of hand, hips, and lips could bloom into a flower of heartbreak and ruined smallclothes. The thought made Tiki growl, something he noticed.

"L-Lady Ti-kuumph?!"

Ricken gasped as his lips - nay, his entire mouth, were covered by hers. Instantly her long tounge reached into his mouth and toyed with his as he struggled to thrust above. Alas, his overly sensitive loins proved his own undoing as he pumped and shuddered in her pussy. "Aaaah~"

Tiki moaned into their kiss as her womb was flooded with more syrupy seed. Her legs lightly locked against his back, lest he pull out by mistake. She kept her mouth sealed over his even as his orgasmic gasps and moans sent shivers down her spine.

The young mage's latest load lasted only slightly longer before it dwindled out. She felt him collapse down on her and gently stroked his hair. Slowly, Tiki pulled her tounge out of his mouth as he openly drooled his and her spit onto her body. "Mmm...you'll want to work on your stamina. You can't just rely on this to get you everywhere...can you?" she licked her lips and chuckled.

"Wow...that was better than any dream," he mumbled out without prompt. The Voice remained beneath him as her legs uncoupled. She waited patiently for him to collect his wits before he looked back at her with that unfortunate timidness restored. "Will I...um, later?" he asked.

"Mmm, we'll have to see, won't we?" she mused. A quick jostle of her hips coaxed the lad off her body and back to his discarded apparel. She sat up and watched as he loosely restored his robes and his hat before the latter fell into the grotto. He turned to face her in time to see Tiki casually stretch out to present the mess on her bosom, loins, and even the hand on her hip. "But if we can...do tell me what kind of dreams you have of me, yes?" she cooed.

Ricken scurried away with a sheepish grin.

"My, this really is too much fun," she chuckled as she scooped up more of his cum for her to taste. The rich, youthful potency danced on her palate. As she consumed more and more, her eyes slowly rolled up in her head...


"Mother...Father?"

Chrom and Olivia looked up from his couch with the queen wrapped firmly in her lord's arms. They were still decent, but the dried tears on Olivia's cheeks made it mostly clear what had transpired between them. Still, she looked quite pleased to be in her dear husband's arms as she addressed her daughter. "What is it, Lucina?"

The princess tried not to dwell on the serene sight as dread filled her bosom. Reluctantly, she found the words to muster out, "Have either of you seen Inigo?"

Her words made the royal couple stiffen. Olivia leapt out of Chrom's arms and quickly hugged herself. "No. No, no, no," she mumbled.

Chrom winced and shot a glance of pity to his daughter before he tried to console his dear wife. He rose and gently grabbed her shoulders from behind. "Oliva-"

His rosette dancer turned around and stared right at him with fresh tears and a shocking display of fury. "NO! None of them! We agreed on that ahead of time!" Olivia outright snapped at Chrom.

The lord swiftly nodded. "I know! Perhaps...perhaps he has taken leave and gone to the woods?" he proposed.

Olivia clearly wasn't buying it and both Chrom and Lucina could tell as such. The lord tried to keep his wits about him as he went further. "I'm just trying to think rationally.

"Lucina, when was the last time you saw your brother?!" he abruptly asked.

Lucina blinked and squirmed, already not keen on what her answer would be. "I um…"


"Hmm, never saw this before," Inigo mused as he slipped down the steps to the grotto. His eyes glanced around as if he expected to be found and dragged away. He thumbed the simple, iron dagger on his belt - blunted and dulled, but meant more for a quick defense than an actual attack. "I'm sorry, mother...but I won't miss this chance," he quietly declared as he ran his hand through his blue hair.

His...admiration, of The Voice, was hardly something he'd ever shared. Among a world of shadows and sorrow, she was an ever-constant voice of reason and just cause. A fixed point as flawless and radiant as the dragonstone in her possession. In all his time before the great leap back he'd had the pleasure to see her smile but once...and it was

Still, this wasn't the Tiki he knew, and he accepted that. Perhaps it was a mere weakness that he would take advantage of her own desperation to sate his own desire. A chance like this was too good to pass on.

"Oooooh~"

Inigo's breath hitched at a voice - her voice. He willed his heart's rapid thumps to still as he made his way closer and closer to the hidden grotto. Her moans echoed in his ears and stirred something in his lions. His fantasies, once chaste, took a more perverse turn as he reached his destination.

"By Naga," he breathed in awe.

Beautiful. Beauty marred by mortal sin. He stood in numb shock at the Holy Voice's naked, rapacious body as she busied herself with her own earthly pleasures. Her verdant green tresses splayed over her sweaty, bare flesh that writhed and squirmed under her own ministrations.

"Lady Tiki," Inigo mumbled. He saw her ear twitched but she didn't face him. Her sole focus was on her own delights. Her own pleasure, trapped in the sticky bonds of mortal seed.

"A-A-A-Aaaah!"

Tiki gasped, eyes wide as her fingers reached the sweetest point in her loins. Her nectar shot from her pussy and stained the rocks at the prince's feet. He flinched back as she slumped over in a sweaty, gasping mess.

Inigo dared to gaze upon her as she writhed before him. Her husky, throaty moans made the desire between his legs twitch and strain in his pants. He motioned forward with clear intent...but stopped mid-step.

"...No. No, I cannot do this," he shook his head. He turned to leave but found such a move to be equally burdensome. Something in him simply couldn't leave her. At least, not in this state.

The Prince of Ylisse stepped forward and gently pulled the Voice into his arms. The squelch of sticky seed made him wince, but he still picked her up and slowly, tenderly took her to the water's edge. He paid no heed to the state of his trousers as he brought her into the water to cleanse her body.

"Mmm."

The Manakete moaned and mewled as his hands ran water over her body. He cleaned the dried seed off her skin and further stained the grotto's water. A small price to pay as she was cleansed of earthly sin. "M-Mm?"

First one, then the next eye fluttered open as something rubbed over Tiki's body. She winced as the world around her slowly came to focus. The Voice attempted to sit up and attracted the attention of the lad who cleaned her.

"Lady Tiki?"

"Huh?!"

Tiki stumbled back and gasped. Instantly her nose was filled with something. Something that wafted out of this young man and his rather obvious issue in his pants. Her eyes bugged out before something settled in. Something that made the prince fidget. "L-Lady Tik-iiiiiie?!"

Splosh!

The ravenous Manakete grabbed the Prince and made disturbingly short work of his clothes with her draconic strength. Soon, his cock stood at firm attention before her eager, lustful eyes. He tried to rebuff her, but only managed to send them both back into the water with the holy loins before his gaped mouth. He gasped for breath as her thighs squirmed and squeezed around his head.

"Aah!"

Tiki arched into the young man's face while her hips rolled in delight. She squirmed and bucked atop his face to get more of his sudden, delightful ministrations brought about by his desperate need for air. He blindly groped at her shapely hips while the creature of many, many a sordid dream rode atop his face and made his bare cock throb with need.

"Ahaaaaah~" the Voice moaned and made the young prince beneath her squirm. To hear such lustful sounds from a holy woman as her would make any man, young or old, quake. While Inigo was hardly devout in his faith of Naga, he at least found he could appreciate the Divine Dragon's daughter on a more physical level. Though admittedly he'd never expected to get quite this physical with her. On sheer impulse, his tounge snaked out of his lips and lapped against her wet, gushing folds. "Y-Yooooou!" she gasped.

The prince heard her raspy, sultry growl and it made a twinge of pride ravage his body. He doubled his ministrations while he kept her mostly still atop him. Whatever strength he had seemed mostly sufficient to keep the Voice from toppling over while she thrashed and bucked atop him. His reward came in the form of her impossibly sweet, succulent nectar that leaked out onto his eager tounge.

"F-Faster, morrrrree," she begged him as her hands went to her bare breasts. She firmly squeezed her erect nipples as her hips rolled and undulated atop the lad beneath her. Wet long green hair clung to her body around her long before the sweat of heat and lust leaked from her pores once again. Her nostrils flared as she got a good, potent whiff of her dearly desired masculine musk. She didn't even have to turn around to know that it waited behind her.

Inigo was so focused on his ministrations he failed to notice her shift until she'd literally pulled his tounge out of her messy snatch. His mouth hung open like a dog while he watched the holy voice shuffle back and press her sacred folds against his young, exalted cock. She spared him nothing -not even a glance, as her hips pressed down and wrapped her pussy around his girth.

"G-Gods help meee!" the prince gasped at the sheer, oppressive, and downright erotic grip that had claimed his royal scepter. His pleas fell well short of the Divine, however, and Naga's daughter rode Inigo with swift, wanton claps of her arse. He tried to grab her hips in a vain attempt to temper her but found his grip impeded by the slick combination of water and sweat on her skin.

Tiki hardly acknowledged his efforts as she happily rode atop him like a cavalier. His own attempts to thrust up were pushed down again and again until the walls echoed from the water splashes around them. The flickers of light from overhead cast lascivious shadows across the grotto.

"Oh fuck. O-ooh fuck," the Voice grunted such coarse, foul words as easily as a river's flow. Inigo felt caught between the fracture of his lofty ideals for her and the raw pleasure her touch evoked. He had to find some middle ground as his hips churned and thrust up to match her vigorous undulations.

"Ha-hhaaaaah!"

Inigo watched as the Manakete's tounge coiled out and flopped right before his eyes. Something about the long, fleshy ribbon captivated the young prince. His eyes followed it back and forth even as the pressure in his nuts grew more and more intense.

Tiki tipped back and moaned as her hands found her breasts again. She fondled herself without care of her audience while she gave him the ride of his time-crossed life. Every moment both sordid and sweet flashed through his mushy mind as he reached the peak of orgasm. He tried to fight - tried to resist and pull himself back. And yet one last long, prolonged squeeze from base to tip and back down was all she needed to send him into the endless euphoria.

"T-TIKI!"

Inigo's eyes rolled up as he fired his exalted seed into the Divine Voice herself. Rope after sticky rope of royal spunk filled her ravenous womb. She ground her hips down to coax more and more of his cum out until her loins were stuffed to the brim with Chrom and Olvia's grandchildren. "Yeeeeeees~"

The prince slumped down, too drained to speak or respond. Tiki paid no heed to his state as she began to worm and buck herself atop him again. Already he felt his strength sapped away by the velvet vice his dick had been sealed in. "Gods...is this how I die?" he mumbled.

"Nyeh heh heh - looks like I missed my cue!"

"H-Huh?!"

Tiki's body was thrown off Morgan's body courtesy of a mass of tendrils that writhed out of portals before her. Inigo flinched at the cold chill on his still-hard dick while he watched the Voice get dragged back to the tree and the cheerful dark mage underneath. "Heya Inigo - What are you doing here?" he waved with his ever-present smile

The prince had the decency to gaze away before he mumbled out. "I was...with the Voice," he admitted.

"Oh, I saw that - you were doing pretty bad! Nya ha ha ha!" Henry cackled at a joke only he seemed to get. His focus returned to the Manakete who thrashed and howled in his magical trap. "Anyway, time for you to head out now, prince-y," he grunted.

"Henry, she'll kill you!" Inigo protested.

"Will she?! That'd be a delight!" the addled arcanist giggled at the notion. He willed more tendrils to lash over Tiki's body and try to keep her in place while he waved the young prince away. "Off you go now!"

Inigo reluctantly scrambled out of the water and pulled the remains of his clothes back on. He glanced back before he stumbled and limped up the steps and out of the grotto. Henry nodded in approval before he turned back to his charge. "Anyway, to bui-ngh?!"

Tiki didn't just break free of her restraints - she shattered them and scrambled right up to the actually stunned Dark Mage. Henry's eyes flew open in a rare sight even as his ever-present grin remained on his lips. "Whoa, you're really pent up, aren't you?" he mused.

The Voice didn't humor his ramblings while she tore off his clothes until only his sweater actually remained. He tried to wave her off with some magic but found his wrists pinned downed in her alarming grasp. Her only focus and intent was the admittedly impressive wand that hung between the psychotic sorcerer's legs. Henry barely even got a chance to quip before her holy, spunk-flooded chapel pushed down atop him. "O-ooh?!" he gaped at the sudden friction on his loins

The Manakete paid no heed to him as she started to wildly bounce atop him. Her nails scraped against his arms while her hips rolled and crashed at a frantic rate. The mage openly gawked as her tits rippled and crashed over his head. Even an unhinged young man like Henry could appreciate the gifts Naga granted her daughter.

And appreciate he did while she used her latest fragile, fleshy puppet to suit her needs and desires. She lost track of time as her hips plowed down atop him until it echoed throughout the grotto. Her mind was too focused on her own pleasure to keep a wary eye on the trickster as she stoked herself closer and closer to what she coveted. His syrupy seed.

"Hah! Hah! A-Ahhhaaah!" Tiki moaned and mewled. She released his wrist and seized her breast to stimulate herself more and more. Her actions did coax her closer to her own release but also gave Henry a much-needed chance to use his now-free hand for a bit of magical mischief. Just as her ferocious, feverous thrusts were about to send him over the edge he struck.

"I-I'm-?!"

The Voice yelped as she flew off his cock and back into the grotto. A loud splash echoed over the walls while Henry struggled up to his feet. His wide, devious grin remained on his face as he wagged his fingers at her like she was a child. "Na-ah-aaaah - I think you've had enough cum in there," he teased her.

SPLASH!

Tiki broke from the water and rushed right towards him, wings manifested and unfurled. Her appearance was far more primal as she zeroed in him with pure wanton hunger in her eyes. Yet the moment she reached in hand's grasp of the smug Plegian, she was sent back again. "Ngh?!"

She landed, this time on her feet, and rushed back to him once again. The same results happened as she was repelled by arcane force. Henry crossed his arms and grinned with delight at her attempts. "Hey you can keep trying, but it won't work - not unless I say so~" he giggled.

The Manakete desperately tried again and again until she was beyond her wit's end. She landed and ran forth again. But before she got too close she instead stopped, turned around, and spread her rump open for him. "Then pour it in here - just fuck me!" she begged.

That got the dark mage's attention. It wasn't exactly what he expected but he wasn't gonna complain either. So Henry hummed and skipped over towards her and put his hands right on her hips. She wasn't repelled like before, and the Voice at least had the wits not to try and pull anything against him. She merely growled and clenched her fingers as his long, thin cock pushed into her untouched ass. "Ngh!" she hissed.

"W-Whoa, it's really tight in here," Henry mused while he squirmed in her rump. His little hands squeezed against hers while he struggled to adjust to the sheer intensity that clamped down around his cock. Tiki meanwhile simply grumbled and shook her hips as she impatiently waited for him to get things going. "G-Go. Faster!"

Henry cackled at her state while he reveled in the sensations against him. His hips flailed and flopped against her shapely ass while she exercised an ungodly amount of restraint not to fuck him to death. Or strangle him. Or both.

"W-Whoa, this is...t-this is-!"

Tiki blinked as something hot and syrupy filled her rump. Henry wasn't exactly a durable sort, and that obviously came down to his prowess as well. He crumpled fast and hard against her as he erupted deep in her ass.

"Whew...t-that was faster than usual," he admitted without a hint of shame in his awestruck voice. He pulled out and sent a last parting shot right over her ass while he stumbled back and sighed in post-sex relief. He didn't even flinch as the holy Manakete slowly turned towards him with a mix of rage and need in her eyes.

"Need...More...I...M-More," she panted.

Henry was too caught in his own orgasmic high to think at the very real threat of death that loomed over him now. He couldn't exactly muster the concentration to keep up the repel hex, at least not in this post-orgasmic state. Still, he didn't let that faze him as he grinned audaciously at the lustful lady dragon. "Heh heh heh! Well, I'm kinda feeling slee-peeeEEE?!"

Tiki cut the bothersome man off as her mouth slammed down on his limp cock. He gasped and squirmed while her wet lips and long tounge assaulted his shaft until he slid down her throat. Her mouth left a clear mark near his base while he shifted and gasped.

The Voice said nothing as she pulled her lips back to the very tip. His limp cock shined in her spit before she slammed her lips down on him yet again. Her pace was merciless and without a hint of erotic intent. It was fueled only by her own selfish hunger against the stubborn sadistic mage.

Henry could hardly speak as his cock was assaulted again and again. His fist impotently rapped at her head while she pumped him in and out of her tight gullet. Slowly his cock stiffened and hardened as more and more blood was pumped down below. By the time she pulled off him with a loud, wet pop, he was rock hard and ready to go again. "Whoa, didn't expect that," he chuckled a bit more nervous than before.

Tiki snarled at him before she squatted down and pushed her hips right over his spit-soaked dick. It didn't even faze her that this same cock had just gone from her ass to her mouth in the span of moments. She was beyond such a repulsion at this point. "Shut up you vexable mage and fuck me. Now," she snapped.

Henry complied with her wishes in a rare moment of sense. His rationality, while fleeting, certainly spared him from a fate worse than death. If nothing else the loud wet slaps and lascivious howls that rattled the grotto walls bode of a far more decent way to die.

Tiki kept her hands against him this time with enough force to leave marks on his wrists. Her hips rolled and cracked down on his crotch while he trembled beneath her. Each thrust sent a ripple across his pale, loose skin while she worked herself up to what she needed.

"F-Fuck, I'm so close," she snarled until a hint of her fangs peeked through her ripe lips. It was all the incentive Henry needed to refrain from pulling any more tricks. Perhaps he'd achieved some manner of clarity following his orgasm that enticed his survival instincts as well.

She hardly noticed as her body squirmed and writhed atop him until he, at last, managed to rub a particular erogenous spot. Tiki slammed down and howled in orgasmic delight while her senses burned out. The sudden lock from her pussy lips made the dark mage easily succumb against her until he fired yet more sticky baby batter into her cum-packed womb.

Pitiful - honestly and laughably pitiful in quantity. If she were still lucid she'd have kicked him out then and there without another word. But somewhere in her lustful, primal state Tiki had developed a certain sense. A basic one of how to use bait to get more copious and useful prey.

"Not enough - need more - more," she panted out and got his attention. Henry winced and shifted back out of her womb. He mustered as much of his focus as he could to at least reform his repel ward, though it hardly seemed enough to outright repulse her like before. Instead, she crawled towards him like a wild animal, hair strewn about and covered in sweat and sin. "Everyone - everyone, for me," she clawed at his hex ward with a wild grin on her lips.

"Heh...m-maybe I really should get some help," Henry shifted nervously. Even his usual smile seemed to dip down while he glanced over the disturbingly erotic sight before his eyes. He watched the Voice as she pressed herself against the barrier, almost like she was against glass with wanton hunger in her eyes. "Ah...yeah that may be best," he admitted.

Tiki blinked and stumbled forward. The dark mage was already gone as his feet echoed out of the grotto. She stumbled back to her feet and looked around for something - anything to occupy herself. She eventually found it, in the far corner where he'd waited ever since Ricken had entered her lair. "You~" she licked her lips.

Kellam stiffened and blinked. "Y-You saw me?" he gulped as the voice closed in on him with hunger in her eyes.