"I must say, your sermon was quite well done! I would have applauded, except I'm not sure that's a typical behavior in the Church of Bounty."

Deylia grins at Raylin's compliment as the two receive their drinks at their table in Worthy Inn, as they sit alongside Gilda Highbranch. "Probably not, but this is an independent shrine, remember. We don't need to be strictly orthodox, here. Either way, I'm glad you two were finally able to come by! I assume having more evening sermons helped? The morning ones do mostly appeal to Challengers who've spent the night here, I suppose."

The silver-haired half-elf nods. "It did, actually. I don't consider myself a slothful person, but the early hour in which we'd have to rise in order to make it up the mountain for a morning sermon...well, it wasn't ideal for my schedule, I'll put it like that. You seem to have had yourself a decently-sized audience tonight as well."

"To be honest, I wonder at that myself. We have had non-Challengers making, well, I suppose you could call them pilgrimages, up here to see the dungeon and stay for a few days. But the audience is mostly Challengers, and I wouldn't have expected them to be interested in the sorts of topics I cover. Priestess Brightsky is certainly more...focused on martial topics, you could say, but surprisingly she doesn't seem to attract quite the same attention."

Raylin rests his cheek on one hand as he gives the rabbit-eared Priestess a smile. "Perhaps they just enjoy listening to you talk? I know I certainly was quite captivated with your performance."

Deylia scoffs. "If they want a show, the Lounge is far better suited to that. I may be discussing matters related to fertility on a regular basis, but I'm hardly giving demonstrations."

Gilda attempts to slightly shift the topic. "Your sermon tonight about the importance of family was quite compelling, actually. About how parenthood is a responsibility, and such." She slightly glances down at herself before looking away. "Not that I need any particular reminders."

"Oh, it does everyone good to be reminded once in a while, I think." Deylia tilts her head at the noblewoman. "If I might ask, my lady, how is your own relationship with your family? It certainly seemed as if you and your sister are quite close, which is good, considering you are, well...potential rivals for your father's title."

Gilda sighs. "To be honest, both of us have often wished that we had an elder sibling so we didn't have to worry about that particular source of conflict. As for my parents, well, they've always gone to rather far lengths to avoid showing any favoritism towards one of us or the other. We both have our strengths, I'd say - Silva is more of a planner, and I'm more of a do-er. While I appreciate them not picking one of us over the other, at least while we're still young, I'm not fond of the idea that it could eventually lead to us having to make the choice between ourselves, should something unfortunate happen."

"Personally, I think that..." Raylin trails off for a moment as he glances at Gilda, then takes a long sip from his drink before continuing. "...Actually, it's not important what I think, really. Not my place."

The half-elf rolls her eyes at the verbal retreat. "Come, Raylin, you are my consort now. If you can't feel confident in saying you support my claim for eventually becoming duchess, who else would? ...You were going to say you think I would make the better choice, yes?" As Raylin takes another long drink, her eyes narrow.

"As you said, you both have your strengths! I believe you'd both make fine duchesses, just...very different kinds of duchesses." Raylin glances at his companion to see if that sufficiently mollified her, and decides to pile it on a bit more. "Only one of you was bold enough to spend a day as a tavern server, and although I wasn't here to witness it, I'm sure that display of humility will serve you well in tending to the common folk in the future."

Gilda rolls her eyes yet again. "It was only an eight hour shift. But I suppose I'll accept the compliment, such as it is."

Having been let off the hook, Raylin grins and turns his attention back towards Deylia. "Speaking of shifts, I imagine you have no more duties for the rest of the night? I've been hoping you might have an...evening free." His hand slides across the table to brush hers, and the Priestess smiles back.

"Oh? Hoping for a demonstration of some of my sermon topics after all, are we?"

"Well, I'd certainly be an appreciative audience..."

"I can imagine." Deylia continues to smile at her old lover, before suddenly turning that smile onto Gilda. "Would you care to join us, my lady?"

For once, Raylin and Gilda are on the same page with their responses. "What?"

Deylia turns to Raylin first. "Raylin, you are her consort! Flirting with another woman right in front of her? How rude! It's only polite to invite her ladyship to join in!" She then turns to Gilda. "I hope you can forgive him, I was once attempting to train him in better applying his...etiquette skills, but of course I have not had much opportunity of late. Perhaps we could work together...?"

Gilda finds her tongue first. "Priestess - Deylia - I am...I am quite aware of the relationship between you and Raylin here. The arrangement between us was hardly one of romance, I do not intend to enforce exclusivity." She eyes Raylin before continuing. "...As long as he can be at least somewhat subtle about it."

"And what of your growing family? Do you recall me saying how important it is for parents to work together, to provide a united force when raising their children?" Deylia shakes her head and sighs as she takes a drink. "Mm. If the two of you can't even fuck a maid together, how are you going to raise a child together?"

Raylin's face is blank as he attempts to process that. "...I'm sure you don't actually mean that."

Deylia's poker face is excellent as she looks back at him, without a twitch of her rabbit-like ears or nose. "Don't I?"

The Marksman turns towards Gilda, prepared to write it all off as a joke, but she interrupts him with a long drink of her own, swallowing half the mug down before slamming it back on the table. "Fuck it. We should at least be even in the number of maids we fuck, hrmm? That's fair."

Deylia's smile turns toothy. "Excellent! In fact, we have a room I know you'll both love..."

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"How...how long has the dungeon had this room, exactly?" Raylin's eyes are wide as he examines the dungeon's VIP suite, and while Gilda keeps her thoughts to herself, her surprise is almost equally apparent. As she spins around to face them, Deylia has a large smile on her face.

"Oh, quite a while now, I forget exactly! The Dungeon Fuckers stayed here for several months, actually, and I believe it's been mostly unused since they departed. There were a few Challengers who won nights here as prizes at the party, but for tonight, we have it all to ourselves! There's both a small hot springs and a more traditional bath, quite a collection of toys and...specialized furniture over there, and well...of course you can see the bed." Deylia spreads her arms wide in the direction of the heart-shaped mattress, and they do have to be wide in order to fully encompass it.

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Gilda nods appreciatively. "Quite the...romantic getaway you have here. Actually, in many ways this would put even most noble bedrooms to shame. Assuming one was even willing to so, ah, blatantly decorate one for this purpose."

"It's a bold statement, indeed." As he says that, Raylin looks over towards Gilda and finds himself feeling somewhat less-than-bold himself. "So...what are you in the mood for first, my lady? Perhaps a relaxing bath?" He steps closer and reaches out a hand to brush her shoulder with, but the half-elf elegantly steps away to avoid the contact. He's a little confused by the move, and no less so when he sees the slightly mocking expression on her face.

"Don't get too familiar now, my consort. The setting might be romantic, but we're not here for romance. As I believe Deylia mentioned earlier, I think this would be a good opportunity to train you in how a consort...serves his lady. Don't you agree?"

Deylia nods, although it's half-hidden as her robes get pulled up over her body, leaving her standing in some very un-priestess-like lingerie. "Oh, certainly, my lady! And I'm sure I can help him out there - after all, as a maid, I gained quite a bit of experience in...serving others. Particularly this ruffian." She steps forward and begins to undress the Marksman, although for his part Raylin feels the need to defend himself in front of the heiress.

"Ah, Gilda, don't misunderstand! It's not as if I'm in the habit of - "

"Screwing your maids?" Deylia finishes his sentence for him, although not in the way he was aiming for. Nor in the manner, with her voice taking on a seductive tone as her face nears his, even as her hands continue to remove his clothing. "Bending them over and stuffing them with your highborn dick? Pumping them full of noble seed? Seeing if perhaps you can grace them with your family's bastard children?"

Raylin suspects his face might be as red as it's ever been, which is impressive considering how much blood flow is also being directed to the south. Stammering, he continues to attempt his defense. "No! That was - Gilda, I'm not that kind of - it was entirely consensual! Deylia wasn't even my maid!"

Seeing his flustered state, Gilda can't resist smirking at him. "Well, you certainly enjoy spawning bastards, that much seems to be true. Tell me, Deylia - how did this brute first have his way with you?" As she speaks she begins to undo the fasteners holding together her own outfit, and Raylin finds himself perhaps even more at a loss for comprehending what sort of situation he's currently in.

"Oh, it was terrible, my lady. I was cleaning the artifact displays at the manor, as was my duty, when suddenly I felt these strange, strong hands cupping my breasts from behind - "

"I - you didn't even work at - !" The man's interjection is cut short by a kiss from the former maid, and when she pulls back to continue her story, Raylin stays silent.

"It was so rough! He pulled at my poor nipples right through my clothing, it was all I could do not to squeal! And then one hand slipped under my skirt, between my thighs, and he whispered into my ear - 'I'll give you a nice, good mess to clean up.'"

Gilda mock-gasps. "How crude!"

"And that was only the beginning!" With most of Raylin's clothing now scattered across the floor, Deylia switches instead to pushing down on his shoulders, indicating that he should kneel. Figuring out that he's just along for the ride at this point, Raylin does so, and Gilda steps forward. "He pressed my face against the wall, but pulled on my hips so that my rear was sticking out in his direction. He flipped my skirt up so that I was entirely exposed! And right there, he pulled aside my undergarments and...and penetrated me with his fingers!"

"Such abhorrent treatment of a loyal servant. Clearly, the man needs to be taught his place. Hold him for me, will you?" Deylia does so, tilting Raylin's head back slightly as Gilda once again steps forward. At this point she's entirely bare from the waist down, and one more step brings Raylin's lips against her own lower set. "Work that tongue, consort, while Deylia wags her own."

At last feeling like he knows what to do next, Raylin obliges, and Deylia once again continues. "Oh, he was so rough! He pulled them out to - to taste me, but soon had them right back inside, to dig away at me with them, and at such a rapid pace! I'm ashamed to admit, my lady, that I did begin to make quite a mess. My garments, and even the floor were stained with my involuntary pleasure..." She pauses for a moment to lick her palm, and once her hand is lubricated the priestess reaches down to grab at Raylin's very confused, but also very erect cock. She begins to stroke it, covering it with her saliva, as her face rests on Raylin's shoulder and her other hand massages his chest.

"Of course, he wasn't happy without having his own satisfaction, my lady. Just when I thought it was over, he pulled me around and presented me with his...his obscene manhood. Before I knew what was happening I was down on my knees, and he was forcing his way into my mouth!"

Gilda's eyes widen as she pulls on Raylin's head, making better use of his own oral skills. "My! I'm glad indeed that I have the opportunity to provide him with proper punishment! To not even properly taste you himself first, how ungentlemanly."

"It was such a disgrace! He barely let me breathe, with his cock sliding back and forth, right into my throat! I'm sure I had tears running down my face, and spit was dripping from my chin, but all he said was 'now that's a proper face for a serving girl to make!'" Muffled noises coming from the direction of Gilda's cunt indicate that Raylin is once again attempting to deny the charges, but Gilda tightens her grip on his head, and the statement remains unheard. "After a few minutes I was nearly passed out, and I barely even felt it as his...his slimy seed was pouring down my throat. I daresay I almost blacked out by time he was done, it took him so long to finish pumping my stomach full."

"Abusing your maid to the point of near-injury!? My my, Raylin - I hope you can hold your - your own breath as well while you work." Gilda's taunting statements are starting to lose some of their luster at this point, as Gilda's breath hitches at Raylin's oral attentions. As distracted as the man might be, his tongue is certainly well-practiced, and if she wasn't so deep into the roleplay the noblewoman might even be tempted to actually compliment the man.

"Perhaps I was the lucky one, in the end. After all, he'd done all this in plain view of three other maids - "

This time, Raylin does briefly succeed in pulling back for a moment of freedom. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me - "

Deylia firmly pushes the back of his head towards Gilda's groin, and proceeds as if there'd been no interruption. " - And he moved on to them immediately. Poor Farris was first - he threw her right down onto the floor, tearing her clothes off, and pinned her down while he thrust away at her! I can still see the image of his cock penetrating her, over and over, until his seed spilled from her womanhood. Then next was Alessa. Her shirt was ripped from her, and Raylin had her...pleasure him with her breasts. She was the most well-endowed woman at the manor, you know, and could hardly ever escape his gaze. Nor did she escape being marked by him as he thrust up at her."

"And...and the last?" Gilda's eyes are half-lidded as she prods the Priestess to continue, but the woman is yet unwilling to admit just how close she is to losing control of herself.

"Ah, poor Nerry had the worst of it. With his brute strength he lifted her up, holding her beneath her knees and spreading her legs wide - and then he sodomized her, as he stood there in plain view of us all! I suppose it's fortunate that he was so...lubricated, for he certainly penetrated her to the root. I thought her cries would alert the whole manor, although of course this was hardly the only time he'd had his way with the staff. He put on a show for us, driving between her cheeks until - "

Whatever the climactic end to the story might have been, it gets interrupted by Gilda's sudden climax as her dam finally breaks open and she moans loudly. Both of her hands are holding Raylin's face against her at this point, but Deylia can still see the trembling of her thighs as the half-elf orgasms, not to mention the fluids soon dripping down the man's chin. That's not the only mess she has to deal with though, as soon after Raylin's cock begins to throb in her hand, followed by the warm feeling of cum spilling down her soft, paw-like fingers. Both Gilda and Raylin mutually fall back slightly, breathing hard with the intensity of their orgasms, and Deylia takes a moment to watch the two as she licks her hand clean - smiling the whole time, as if she were the rabbitgirl who caught the carrot.

Eventually, it's Raylin who recovers first, turning towards Deylia with a disbelieving look on his face. "You have the wildest imagination I've ever heard! You never told stories like that before, I'm sure of it!"

The Priestess shrugs, still with a smug expression. "What can I say - perhaps this place is having a bit of an influence on me after all. But now - perhaps we'd like to actually try out the bed?"