On the way back to Underside I saw guards patrolling the streets in great numbers. More than normal, and that made me worry. I kept my ears out to listen to their marching boots and took another alleyway to avoid them. As I ran around the corner with Bazz in tow I ran straight into someone and fell on my ass.

“Who, what?” I spat, shaking my head.

I had to crane my neck up to see the person looming over me in the shadows of the alleyway. At the top of their head I saw the stranger had two pairs of horns and luminous eyes that looked at me with mirthful light dancing behind them.

“Willow, funny running into you here on my day off,” the tall imposing woman said.

“Martha? Is that you?” I asked.

Martha crouched down, still towering over us and smiled warmly. She was in a modest long sleeve shirt, cloak and long skirt. She had a friendly demeanour putting me at ease. “Oh, did you mistake me for someone else?”

“N-no ma’am, your one of a kind for sure!” Bazz said.

Martha scented the air and furrowed her brows. “Why do you two reek of sex, and…lust magic?”

I paled and looked around us. “It’s complicated, but we need to get cleaned up.”

Martha plucked us up and gestured for us to follow. I nervously followed her, and tried to hide in my cloak. There were rules in the city about public indecency. Bazz and I fit the bill for someone to get a talking to by the guards.

As Martha led us to a sunnier part of the living district we exited the back alleys and made it to a quiet street. Martha made a direct line for a large house on the corner, with a walled garden, a large shed and a huge tower stretching towards the sky with a lighting rod at the top.

I could feel my heart beat faster and as Martha reached for the gate I heard a shuffle of chainmail. Around the corner coming from the alleyway we had just been in was a guard. Not just a guard either, one of the honour guards.

He was a human decked out in a shimmering metallic breastplate, with enchanted chainmail under it for added protection. He wore an open faced kettle helmet with a neck protector that was pushed down as he bit into a juice apple he held in one hand. An enchanted halberd rested on his shoulder as he slowly walked towards us, looking disinterested.

“Howdy Martha, coming home already?” the guard asked. He bit into his apple and finished it off.

“Bates, why are you following me?” Martha shot back, rising to her full imposing height.

“I keep an eye on interesting people,” Bates said.

He looked at Bazz and tilted his head, his mail shaking loudly. Bazz looked down to see his shirt was on backwards and the bard laughed awkwardly. The guard’s critical eye inspected me and I pulled my cloak tighter around myself. Despite Martha’s prowess eclipsing the guard he seemed unbothered.

Bates pulled out another shiny red apple and held it out to inspect it. “Hey, think fast.”

The apple flew towards me and on instinct I jumped back and shot my hand out to catch it. My cloak flew open and my hastily pulled on shirt shifted down, freeing my bosom. As the wind blew down the street my cloak billowed up and Bates got a front row view.

“Nice, you should be proud of those,” Bates said, winking at me. “It’s a good thing I’m not on duty or I’d have to fine you for indecency. Then again the city lord is more focused on the current issues.”

Bates scratched his beard and yawned. He whispered something to Martha in a language I didn’t recognize and the mighty woman’s face went bright red, in great contrast with her blue hair and lips. The guard was seemingly finished with bothering us and lazily walked down the street.

Martha opened the gate and ushered us towards the cobblestone path to the manor house. I kept an ear out to listen, and as Bates made it out of earshot for normal humans I heard the sounds of his steps change. No longer did I hear chainmail jingling and I narrowed my eyes.

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I closed the gate behind me and jogged up the path to catch up. We entered a huge front door and followed Martha inside. The main room of the house had coat racks for people to hang up their dirty coats and a low cupboard for shoes. Not wanting to upset our host Bazz and I took off our boots and followed Martha’s long blue dragon tail.

She led us down a sizable hallway built for someone of her frame and brought us into a warm comfy kitchen. The walls were made out of smoothed stone and the floor had a large soft rug for our feet to sink into. There was a high quality stove with a vast selection of pots, pans and spices within easy reach. Finally taking up the middle of the room was a huge dining table with only a single person sitting at it. An elf, a man several years my senior, and I could see he was also a wood elf. His soft robes, spectacles and spellbook in his hands instantly told me he was some kind of wizard.

“Back with guests already my love?” the wizard asked cheerfully.

“I’m hoping they can tell me what’s going on. I’ll get you two a bite to eat while you spin your tale,” Martha said, her tone letting us know there was no wiggle room. She planted a kiss on the top of the elf’s head. “Hope your studies went well today, Arronold.”

“As well as it could have. I did find out what the guards were looking for by our contacts. Apparently someone was trying to fence a sacred spear in the Underside,” Arronold said.

“Sacred spear?” I asked, pulling out the spearhead from my pack. “This?”

“You have it!” Arronold said, shooting up. He excitedly reached for the spearhead, but halted when Martha let out a cough. “May I?”

I slid it towards him and he checked the book he had been reading. “My word, it is! This is the spearhead of an ancient divine sun spear. With a bit of work it can be used to provide a blessing to a country, giving year round calm weather and it can triple the production of farms.”

Bazz and I let out soft oohs and aahs. The amber gem at the base of the spearhead glinted in the sunlight coming through the window. The wizard flipped through the pages of his book and reached another dense passage.

“However, it can also be used to summon a fire storm. In the hands of a skilled mage they can summon a massive hurricane to sweep a nation pelting the ground with fireballs from the heavens, and winds so mighty it can rip apart castles. If the legends are to be believed,” Arronold said.

“That’s bad. I can see why the guards are out in number today then,” I said, flinching back from the table. My cloak opened up and Arronold respectfully looked the other way.

Martha slid over some stew to us and fresh bread with butter. Bazz and I started to dig in, but Martha knocked on the table to get our attention. “What happened to you two?”

“We sold some wares, told the guildmaster about a dragon lair nearby and tried to banish a devil’s influence on my family sword,” I said, leaning against the table. I felt my eyes droop, a sudden wave of fatigue hitting me. I let out a low yawn and mumbled. “Then something went wrong and I ended up with the priestess’s massive cock in me.”

“I beg your pardon?” Arronold asked, blushing.

“I was in a haze myself. Like someone whispered into my ear about how good the fox woman and Willow looked. When I agreed I felt my libido go through the roof, like someone flipped a switch in me,” Bazz said bashfully. “I hope she’s okay.”

“Yeah, something similar happened to me. She used a spell on the sword and a weird magic shockwave happened,” I said.

Arronold sat up straighter and had a focused look. “Can you describe what happened? In as much detail as you are willing to share.”

Bazz and I recounted everything, the more lewd details included. Martha was unfazed as she picked at her stew, while Arronold’s ears looked like they were on fire. By the time I was finished Arronold had a look of understanding.

“I think your sword has a hellish aspect. Essentially a type of sin, emotion or talent that its fiendish influence is focused on. When the priestess detected it she must have tried to use magic to prime the weak connections, but instead set it off. That tattoo that appeared on her body is a mark of libido, essentially a hex that makes you very…” Arronold’s cheeks reddened and he looked towards Martha.

“My husband is a bit more reserved than me. But long story short the priestess messed up. She tried to take a short cut and ended up hexing you three to be extremely horny. She basically just turned up your lust and let your desires run loose. Funny enough something similar happened to the two of us and that led to our first daughter,” Martha laughed, her glossy blue lips pulled back into a huge smile and I saw the glint of her fangs.

Arronold let out a sigh. “Let’s not recount the succubi temple. Darla, Marth and Tod bring it up every time they drop by for a visit.”

My face met the table and I blinked out stars. Martha scooped me up in one arm and I saw nuzzling into her chest was a sleepy Bazz curling up in her other arm. I looked around the room, and saw it swirl around us.

“It also has highly drained you too,” Arronold said, his spinning form sounding distant. “Don’t worry, I have connections to the lord and will get the spear to him safely. I’ll keep your name out of it.”

“T-thanks,” I mumbled and followed Bazz’s example. I pushed my cheek against Martha’s chest and hummed. “Hmm, you're warm and soft.”

“Alright you cuties,” Martha snickered, carrying us up a set of stairs. “You two should get your beauty sleep. I’ll clean you up and put you to bed.”

“Sounds…good,” I yawned, and finally fell asleep, feeling like I had just run up and down a mountain. The sound of waves lulled me into a deeper sleep.