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The Rosedale Enigmna By Lissa "And you can keep your coin too," the half-elf woman sneered as she turned to leave. "But... wait! Hold on!" Jonahl Silvermarsh shouted, though he already knew it was in vain. The barmaid had already stormed off, vanishing behind the counter into the kitchen, leaving the young Pervician ranger alone at his table with only a mug of sour wine as company. This was hopeless. Utterly hopeless. Ever since arriving in Rosedale almost a week ago, Jonahl had had the same problems everywhere. The elves and half-elves which made up an important part of the city's population regarded him with wariness and he was barely able to get any information out of them. This frustrated him even more because he was trying to -help- them. Jonahl had been traveling southwest along the merchant road when he'd started hearing the rumors. Fearful people traveling away from Rosedale told tales of a series of weird attacks with supernatural connotations, each one mysterious and seemingly random. Several important merchants and lesser nobles had allegedly been attacked, sometimes in their homes and sometimes outdoors. The attacks were loud and brutal, causing quite a ruckus and attracting attention from both relatives, townsfolk and the city guards. Yet when investigated, the guards had found no attacker at any of the crime scenes. The alleged victim had been entirely unhurt, even though their surrounding might be wrecked as if by great force. The victims had all claimed that their assailant had rushed them from the shadows, then broken off their assault and vanished again, yet the guard could find no trace whatsoever of any such mysterious attacker. The whole series of incidents might have been written off as just a series of pranks or some form of effort to terrorize the citizens of the city, until one attack revealed something much more sinister. One very paranoid noble had been traveling with a pair of rogues as bodyguards who were extremely proficient in the art of stealth. As their employer had felt she was being watched by someone unseen, these two were constantly keeping watch over her bedroom and living room. And then one night the sound of an attack could be heard, and the bodyguards sprang into action. In a furious struggle the two managed to slay the attacker, yet were horrified to discover that their prey wasn't even human. Jonahl had tried to discover what form of creature it had been, or what had happened to the victim, but the stories were twisted and changed from being retold by word of mouth, and the ranger had found out little more. And now he found that he couldn't even investigate these attacks because of the natural distrust of his people. Jonahl had a gut feeling that the attacks were not as trivial as some official statements made them out to be. There was something darker at work here. But it was just typical, he thought to himself as he sipped the unpleasant wine and surveyed the other guests in the dingy taproom. He had performed a great deed recently, one that was lauded in song and story through the elven lands. Unfortunately he had done so in disguise, so nobody knew it was him. If only there was a way to make this investigation simpler in the same way... ...maybe there was. Maybe even the -same- way. Jonahl left the remainder of his wine and headed up the creaking stairs for his room. *** Carefully picking the package out of his backpack, Jonahl briefly considered how appropriate this course of action was. Sure, he had impersonated Ciel Ravenswood to solve the mystery of the vengeful nymph, but for the most part of that journey he had been alone in the woods, or with Dela. This time he was in the middle of a bustling city, and was unfortunately likely to attract the wrong kind of attention. However the benefits were considerable. Like before, Ciel had a reputation among the fair folk which preceded her, even had she not been one of the most lauded heroes of the lands. As Ciel, Jonahl would probably be able to get close to make some inquiries into the attacks, and get to the bottom of this mystery. He wondered what the real Ciel would think of it if she ever found out, but dismissed it as very unlikely. Jonahl closed the shutters of the window, leaving the room illuminated only by the heavy lamp on the table. He carefully unwrapped the package and unfolded the life-size, soft costume which perfectly resembled Ciel Ravenswood's empty skin, down to the last detail. Jonahl gently brushed the blonde hair of the suit aside to look at the pretty, if deformed, face. He had to admit to himself that he had quite enjoyed being Ciel, especially in Dela's company. The ranger felt a pressure build in his pants as his rough fingers ran over the silky softness of the empty suit, and soon he had reached a decision. He began stripping down, throwing his clothes and armor onto the bed as he quickly prepared Ciel's outfit. Slipping the suit on was much easier this time than the first, with Jonahl having a much better idea on how to fit his tall, lanky frame into the much smaller one of Ciel. He held his balance expertly as he felt the soft skin cover his and forced his now erect member between his legs. He slipped the empty arms on like long gloves and tugged the empty chest over his. With a final flourish he squeezed his head into the mask and began sealing up the seam, his fingers quivering with excitement. The change washed over him like a river of pleasure as his body shrank and remolded to become one with the suit. It was amazing to experience once again how he could go from being unpleasantly constricted within an unfeeling costume to feeling the warmth of the lamp on his bare skin and feel the slight breeze rustle his now blonde hair. Ciel Ravenswood stretched her lovely nude body and smiled. *** "And you're certain that you weren't injured in the attack at all?" Ciel asked. "Not at all, milady," Lady Cerise said, smiling. "I do appreciate the concern of such a famous hero as yourself, but we are perfectly alright. Aren't we Lirena?" The elven noble's daughter smiled and nodded, and Ciel once again felt a flutter in her stomach. The teenage daughter was quite fetching with her carefully-arranged long blonde hair and flowing green dress. "And you're sure you didn't see anything that could help us identify your attacker at all? Considering the noise they made and all the broken furniture it must have been quite a strong creature..." "No, nothing. Just a big dark shape jumping out from behind the cupboard and then just vanishing. We're just lucky we were not hurt!" lady Cerise said. "Well then, I suppose there isn't much left that I can ask you. Thank you for your time, lady Cerise. Mistress Cerise," Ciel bowed gracefully. "Not at all, milady Ravenswood. Come back any time," the noblewoman smiled. Ciel turned to leave the elegantly decorated room. The noblewoman and her daughter had been the first citizens attacked, and yet asking them had yielded no useful information whatsoever. While pleasant and polite, they had just not had anything to say that Ciel didn't already knew. Maybe one of the other prospective victims would know something different, though she had already spoken with a few and the results were not promising. "Do you think she knows?" Lirena Cerise said flatly as Ciel had left. Her mother shrugged. "She could be dangerous. We need to take care of her before she gets too nosy." *** Ciel grumbled to herself, kicking a rock down the street in a rather unladylike fashion as she was walking back towards her inn later that evening. While the nobles, guards and citizens she had interviewed so far had all been very accommodating, sometimes even reverential in how they greeted her, they all had very little to tell her. She felt like she had heard the same story a thousand times now. All of a suddenly a mysterious shadowy attacker appears in someone's room, or in a corridor or alleyway. The figure attacks the victim, who usually screams in terror, pleading for help. And when someone arrives in response to the call, there's no attacker to be found, and the supposed victim is unharmed. There was something wrong here, but Ciel just couldn't make heads or tails of it. She continued considering ways to approach the mystery when a voice called out from behind her. "Ciel? Ciel, hold up!" For a moment Ciel thought it might have been Dela Nezir, the darkly beautiful woman with whom Ciel had shared her previous adventure, but as she turned around she saw that it was definitely not. And when she recognized the woman her heart almost stopped. Jogging up the well-paved city road towards her and turning heads all the way as she went was a tall, majestic drow woman dressed in a set of tight-fitting leather armor. And as if that wasn't shocking enough, Ciel immediately recognized this particular drow woman (which was admittedly also the only drow whom Jonahl could name). She was Mayolin Freghym, Ciel's ally and a hero with as much of a reputation as Ciel herself had. "M-Mayolin? What are you doing all the way down here?" Ciel said, trying to keep her voice steady, confident and sounding happy. "Oh, I was passing by when I heard you had been up to some mischief. Chasing down evil druids and making a splash, and now investigating some murders? And you didn't invite me along?" Mayolin said with an almost playful tone. "Oh. Well it just sort of... happened?" Ciel said with a chuckle. "I heard some rumors and pursued them, then headed down here and there were some other rumors... I can't help it." Deep within Ciel's skin, Jonahl fervently hoped he was behaving at least somewhat like the real Ciel. Pretending to be her around people who had only heard about her in stories and seen her picture in manuscripts was one thing. Trying to impersonate her around one of her closest friends was something quite different. "Oh, you wanted to keep it all to yourself? How like you," Mayolin pouted, but walked up and hugged Ciel tight, which made the Jonahl within the little half-elf feel very very hot and bothered. "Uhm. Yes. Yes you could say that?" Ciel blurted. "But now that you're here, maybe we can share a drink? Before you leave, I mean?" "Of course we will! And I'm not leaving, now that you're here! I'm going to help you solve this thing." Mayolin wrapped her arm around the half-elf's shoulders and more or less shoved her towards the inn, much to the delight of the gawking bystanders. Ciel felt her heart sink like a rock. Maybe she could fool Mayolin for a brief encounter, but for an extended period? All of a sudden the impersonation did not seem like such a good idea. She could also not really protest without making the drow more suspicious, however, so soon the two were at a table sharing a drink, with most of the other guests watching the two and even more people crowding at the dirty windows peering in. "So I heard that this town is plagued by invisible murders?" the drow began. "Not murders. Well, not so far. It seems to involve attackers appearing from nowhere and vanishing back into thin air without harming a hair on the head of the victim." "That's odd. So what kind of attackers are they? Assassins, cultists, undead...?" "I don't know. Well, not yet. Everyone I've gotten a hold of yet has only had very little to say about it. It's almost as if they don't remember the event clearly. Or don't -want- to talk about what they saw for some reason." "Extortion maybe?" Mayolin offered. "Possible. Or some kind of magical compulsion. I do have one lead I haven't tried yet, though," Ciel said, trying to keep the conversation firmly on the case to avoid personal talk. "Oh?" "There was one attack where the victim suspected being stalked and hired some equally sneaky bodyguards. They managed to kill the attacker." Mayolin froze. "But they haven't spoken about it to anyone. The city guard was there, but I couldn't find anyone at the garrison willing to talk about it either. So I'm going to go straight to the source. I'm going to the scene of the attack, the Blue Shield trading house." "I... see. I wonder what could make them that scared that they'd want to hush something up," Mayolin said quietly. "That's what I intend to find out. Anyway, it's been nice seeing you again, but you really should get going. You'll attract a lot of attention here." "And what if I want to attract attention?" Mayolin purred, seeming to break out of her brief state of shock. The drow's hand snaked across the table and wrapped around Ciel's, who found herself almost trembling. She didn't know what kind of relation the real Ciel had with Mayolin, but she had heard some tales... "I... uh..." she blushed. "What? Suddenly all bashful are we? You're never like this usually, Ciel. Has this weird attack business spooked you?" "N-no, it's not that, it's just..." Mayolin wrapped her hand firmer around Ciel's. It was warm and strong, and the dim lighting of the tavern reflected pleasantly in the drow priestess' eyes. "Surely you've been very lonely on your long journey? I know I have. And I can't wait to... get reacquainted..." "N-not here, in front of the..." Ciel whispered, nodding to indicate the crowd watching the two. "Oh. Them," Mayolin chuckled, and stood up to sway over to the bar and engage the bartender in a quick, hushed conversation. Soon the bartender and his staff were hustling around the room, shooing non-paying customers away and clearing the windows outside of gawkers. With a mysterious smile Mayolin returned to Ciel's table and took her hand again, leading her up the stairs. Ciel had no idea what to expect, and felt equal amounts of fear and anticipation. *** Ciel fell back onto the bed as Mayolin loomed over her, smiling as her nimble fingers undid Ciel's top. The drow woman's intent could not be mistaken for anything but raw lust even as she whispered soft, erotic words in her native tongue at the smaller half-elf. Ciel (or rather Jonahl) was extremely turned on already, and could barely keep her small hands off the other woman. She tore at Mayolin's clothing, pulling off her leather armor pieces after fiddling with the clasps and buckles. Ciel's nipples were already erect and pushing against the soft fabric of her top but soon they were freed as the drow continued stripping her. Ciel couldn't resist leaning in and kissing Mayolin's breast even as she exposed it to the air in Ciel's room. Soon they were kissing and standing up again as both pulled and tugged at the other's pants. It was harder for Ciel, with her smaller hands and shorter arms, but the drow playfully helped out. Ciel felt like she was almost about to explode, and the knowledge that she wasn't really Ciel and thus tricking Mayolin into sleeping with her was exhilarating. Soon they were both naked and throwing themselves at each other again, toppling into the bed. Mayolin spun so Ciel would be on top and not uncomfortable, while gesturing frantically to a pouch she had tossed by the bed as they had entered the room. Ciel fumbled around with one hand, managing to open the container even as Mayolin nibbled on the half-elf's nipple, distracting her with pleasure. Soon Ciel's hand was rummaging blindly through the pouch, her fingers touching on something long and hard which she pulled out. Even as their lips met in another passionate kiss, Mayolin indicated her groin. Ciel slipped the long, leather-wrapped double-ended dildo deep into Mayolin's slit, taking pleasure in observing the arousal on the drow's face. Slowly, firmly she pushed the object in so that it was firmly lodged, and as the drow lay back and panted, her eyes half-closed and her eyelids fluttering, Ciel climbed on top and slowly impaled herself on the other end of the dildo. It was a bit uncomfortable for her smaller womanhood, but also deeply arousing, Jonahl never having experienced anything like this before. Soon they were firmly joined by the shaft, their snatches pushed close together. Ciel began rocking up and down, thrusting herself into the thing and the thing deeper into her 'friend'. Mayolin braced herself against the bed, reaching out to grab hold of the edges, which caused her large soft breasts to thrust out even more. Ciel couldn't resist grabbing hold and massaging the large black orbs as she bounced up and down, relishing in the passion of their joining. The waves of euphoria were quickly becoming more and more rapid as both women thrust against each other as hard as they could (or at least dared). Ciel felt like she would burst like a balloon unless she obtained release, but fortunately the eternity of tension soon culminated. She screamed as she came, and a few moments later Mayolin joined her, their hot juices mixing and seeping over the drow's dark skin. They thrust frantically into each other for what seemed like an eternity where neither could see, hear or breathe, then the haze slowly abated. Ciel slumped against the drow priestess, their sweat-slick skin warm and steaming in the somewhat chill room. They cuddled a bit as the throes of orgasm abated, then Ciel slowly, almost torturously pulled the large, slick sex toy out of herself, and then out of Mayolin. Flopping it to the side of the bed, Ciel cuddled up against her friend as they lay there cooling off, neither speaking or wanting the other to speak. It was a perfect moment for Ciel (and Jonahl), a moment of intimacy she rarely experienced. As she began drifting off to sleep, she reminded herself that tomorrow they needed to investigate the Blue Shield trading company. But for now she was tired both from the exhaustion and from being out and about all day investigating. The half-elf drifted off to sleep peacefully, belly-down in the soft covers. For a few moments Mayolin watched the other woman, making sure she was asleep and gently stroking her back. Then, to her surprise, Mayolin's slick fingers touched upon something at Ciel's neck. Something that shouldn't be there. The drow woman stifled a surprised gasp. *** "The mistress demanded we lock this thing away right after the attack, and the city guard thought it best to hush it up as well. No need in panicking the populace, right?" the guard said as he descended the stone staircase ahead of Ciel and Mayolin. The air quickly became colder as the two women followed the guard into the cellars where the large cold storage areas of the Blue Shield trading house were located. It had taken some very careful negotiation and diplomacy from Ciel to make the mistress of the house agree to let the two investigate the remains of her attacker, but finally she had been won over. Ciel once again felt like the benefits of her disguise outweighed the drawbacks, as Jonahl surely wouldn't have been able to sway the lady. "Well, here we are. Mind you the thing is dead as it gets, but... can't be too careful eh?" the guard said as he slid a large, heavy door open. As the guard stepped aside and replaced the keyring on his belt, Ciel felt a waft of cold, rancid air waft against her face and gagged. It smelled not just of rot, but of a decay more pungent than what should occur in these chilled dungeons far below the city streets. Gathering her courage, she held the lamp high and stepped into the room. Arranged around the walls were a number of table-sized slabs, mostly empty. But ahead of her, she saw... "Mayolin, look at this. What -is- it?" Ciel said as she approached the twisted form splayed out on one of the stone plinths. The body was far gone already, and Ciel knew that the decay was unnatural. It had been a man-sized thing when alive, with large dirty claws on fingers and toes, a short useless tail and a long, filthy beard which had almost rotted away into a disgusting mess. On the head of the creature were curved horns, and it appeared to have had a vaguely scaly look in life. Mayolin prodded the thing with a dagger. "Looks like a devil, a barbazu..." she mumbled. "A devil. So these attacks are not even of this world," Ciel said, feeling a chill up her spine. "It seems so." "Devils... baatezu. Why would they be attacking citizens here... and why would they be so easy to scare off?" Ciel mumbled, deep in thought. "Maybe there's an unstable portal of some kind. The devils try to break through, but get pulled back before..." "No. I don't think so. It's too organized. Too planned. Each of the supposed victims is a prominent figure of some kind. Master of a merchant house, a noble with an important position, a burgher with a position on the city council. If these were simple terror attacks to scare and kill mortals, it would involve everyone in the city. And if the portals were random, they would appear anywhere, not just around conveniently prominent victims..." "What are you saying?" Mayolin said, taking a step back from the corpse. "Someone is masterminding this. Someone is deliberately summoning these creatures to this plane to gain a foothold in the city. Most likely a mortal of some kind. But why would all the attacks fail, but only this one leave a body behind as any kind of ev-" Something suddenly flashed across Ciel's mind. She looked down at her own hand, trying to imagine Jonahl's larger, coarser hand fitted inside Ciel's delicate skin. What if the attacks -hadn't- failed, but the creatures behind it had made every effort to make it appear so? "...unless the attacks did work out as planned, and the 'victims' that we see are..." Ciel turned from the body and hurried towards the door. "Ciel? Ciel, wait! Where are you going?" Mayolin rushed after her. Giving brief thanks to the guard, Ciel hurried up the stairs, followed by the drow priestess. They were soon back on the street, Ciel leading the way down the street. "Will you hold up and explain?" Mayolin huffed as she rushed up to catch up to the half-elf. "I'm your friend, maybe you should tell me what's going through your mind?" "If my hunch is correct, then these attacks weren't failed at all. In fact, the so-called victims are actually the attackers... disguised," Ciel whispered. "What? But why?" "Why else? To establish total control of the city through a series of puppets. To control the fates of every intelligent being within the city limits, and offer them up to your dark masters when the time is right." "That's crazy, who would..." "A devil-summoner. A cultist of the netherworld of some skill and power. I have felt a faint trace of supernatural foulness for some time now, ever since I began visiting and questioning the victims. And if I'm right..." "Where are we going then? To the guard?" "No. We're going back to the Cerise household. They were the first ones attacked. If I'm right, then they will hold a lot of information about this." "And if you're wrong?" Mayolin said, a hint of resignation in her voice. "Then I'll apologize profusely to lady Cerise and her daughter for intruding and examining them." "Ciel. Ciel, wait. Stop," Mayolin said, stopping and stepping off from the main road into the opening of an alleyway, causing some rats to scurry for safety in a dirty sewer drain. "What? You don't believe me?" Ciel said, feeling disappointed. "It's... it sounds crazy. Shouldn't you think this over first? We can ask some more people, do some more research..." "Just... trust me, okay Mayolin? If this doesn't pan out, then no harm has been done. If it does. Well..." Mayolin nodded, and Ciel smiled. "Alright. Let's go then," the half-elf ranger said, turning to step back onto the street. "I'm sorry, 'Ciel'," Mayolin said. "But you're not going anywhere." Before Ciel could react, a heavy blow hit her in the back of the head, and she blacked out, crumpling in a heap on the dirty flagstones. *** Ciel came to with her head pounding after the ambush. She felt her arms restrained behind her back as she shook her head trying to clear her vision. He nostrils were assailed by a faint stench of burning, an acrid smell which permeated the air. "Wake up, little impostor" came a sickly sweet female voice through the haze and Ciel struggled to open her eyes. Standing in front of her, stripped down to her undergarments and with her hands on her hips was Mayolin, grinning. The room was dark, filled with arcane equipment on tables and dominated by a huge archway encrusted by demonic runes on one wall. Spiraling patterns of infernal runes covered the stone floor, and Ciel felt sudden panic deep in the pit of her stomach. "Yes. You were right. But you won't live to talk about it to anyone." "You... you're a fake too! You summoned these devils, attacked those poor citizens..." Ciel growled. "Don't be stupid. I'm just a loyal servant... for now" Mayolin purred. "But I think of myself as an emissary. Though bound to serve the master, his goals further the goals of the Nine Hells. You'll meet the master soon enough. He and his bodyguard are returning from an errand." Ciel suddenly felt like she had been a fool. She hadn't questioned Mayolin's sudden appearance, or her insistence on interfering with Ciel (or Jonahl's) investigation. If only she could break free. She began slowly sliding her wrists up and down, feeling them slightly slick from the unnatural heat in the room. "You killed Mayolin? I wouldn't think you would be capable of killing anything but a defenseless noblewoman," Ciel growled. "Hah! No, as much as we would have liked to, we didn't touch the drow wench. She's never even been here. When the master found out you were here asking questions, he hastily replicated a disguise of a friend of Ciel's. But he was suspicious over your sudden appearance, and after our lovemaking I discovered that there was good reason. I don't know who you are underneath that disguise or why you are impersonating Ciel Ravenswood, but I assure you it doesn't matter." As Ciel looked with an almost macabre fascination, 'Mayolin' began undressing. She unceremoniously tossed her clothes aside before reaching up to brush her long silver hair aside. With a smile and a finger across her lips, the drow woman fumbled around behind her neck, and suddenly her features collapsed and became hollow. Ciel felt a surge of dread as the lovely drow priestess collapsed and became an empty husk which fell forward, revealing a very tall, lanky and almost skeletal creature, with a face like a naked, fanged skull. Two burning pinpoints of light burrowed deep into Ciel's as the creature emitted a cackling laugh, with the Mayolin skin slumping down from its waist. "Yes, the master has good taste. Maybe he'll want to taste you before he sends you to be a slave, or disposes of you. Unfortunately for you, I doubt you'll get to experience the loving caress of my baatezu brethren. The master will want your disguise for his own," the creature's hissing voice filled the room, and Ciel frantically rubbed her wrists up and down, feeling the rope bite into her flesh. "Someone will find you out, and put you all to the sword," Ciel hissed in a deadly tone. "If I could figure it out..." "By that point we'll be gone," The osyluth said, for that was what it was. "The master is already planning for mass sacrifices in this pitiful mortal cesspool to grant himself even greater power. And with Ciel Ravenswood discovering a plot to explain the attacks, everyone's attention will be elsewhere." "And what makes you think you'll succeed?" Ciel grunted. "Why, little mortal... who is going to stop us?" the devil hissed as it began pulling the Mayolin skin back on. *** The door opened as lady Cerise and her daughter Lirena entered. The two nobles quickly looked around the arcane chamber before closing the door. "Report, servant," Lirena said as she stepped inside. The nude, dark-skinned form of Mayolin straightened up to her full height from where she was kneeling next to the face-down, bruised form of Ciel, her wrists scuffed and cut from an apparent struggle. "She... I mean he tried to escape. I had to punch them out. Stupid mortal, thinking they had a chance" Mayolin purred, walking up to kneel before the two nobles. Lirena nodded to her mother, who walked over to examine the bound half- elf. "You have done well, servant. I take it your report was accurate, and she was actually someone else trying to deceive us the way we have fooled everyone else?" Lirena said with a slight smile, stroking Mayolin's hair. "Indeed, master. She is actually a male, some foolish mortal who believed he could use Ciel Ravenswood's reputation to interfere with our plans. Why he was in possession of such a disguise I know not. Have you forged a suit of Ciel, master?" "I have not," Lirena said thoughtfully. "It's possible he obtained an original, in which case it will be most valuable indeed." "Should I remove the skin now, master?" lady Cerise hissed from where she knelt next to Ciel's unmoving body. "No. Not yet. She is manageable in that form, and I may want to savor her before we dispose of the troublemaker within" Lirena grinned. "The horror of being helpless and bound while I and my demons take advantage of her appeals to me..." "As you wish master," lady Cerise nodded. "As for you..." Lirena smiled, putting a hand under Mayolin's chin and lifting her gaze to meet the noblewoman's. "I think you have earned a reward for your work." "O-oh?" Mayolin stammered. "Master... I can't..." "Oh please. You're bound by me. Surely you expected this when I first assigned you that disguise?" the elven girl chuckled as she began to disrobe, her 'mother' obediently gathering up the garments as they were discarded. "I... I am just a.... simple servant," the drow protested. Lirena Cerise shed her final piece of clothing, and let Mayolin have a nice, long look at her virginal young body, with smooth pale skin, gently pointed ears and long golden hair. She simply motioned for Mayolin to fall silent before reaching up behind her neck and undoing the well- hidden seam there. Soon the girl's form fell away like an empty peel, and a tall, muscular form grew impossibly out of it. A bald, tattooed man whose body was covered in infernal runes similar to those on the floor grinned as he stretched his body and kicked away the girl's skin. He rubbed the thick member between his legs, which was already stiffening, and gave Mayolin a hand to stand up. As she accepted, he led her over to a simple bed next to a table, where he guided her down against her protests. "Servant, I'm about to grant you a favor. Don't make me order you," the man said, kissing the drow's earlobe. "N-no. No of course not," Mayolin nodded. With a confident, forceful thrust the man guided his firm member into Mayolin's snatch. He clearly wasn't one for foreplay, as he simply began thrusting into the drow, making her yelp at the suddenness of his incursion. He massaged her breasts as he went, playing with her nipples as his firm loins slapped against hers. She gasped as she was stretched wide open, and bit her lip a bit as her hands fumbled blindly behind her, reaching for the table. She grabbed on and even began thrusting back against him, feeling waves of crimson obscuring her vision. The master grinned as she straddled his conquest, her legs spread wide to allow him entrance. He knew perfectly well what creature his servant actually was, but it didn't matter to him. As long as the devil was in this form, it was a woman, and he had always been a womanizer. He pushed deeper and deeper into her moist depths, feeling the drow's lower lips clamp down over his shaft and he went. She gasped and moaned, arching her back as he pushed back and forth. Their bodies began slapping together faster and faster, their breath hot on each other's skin and their grunts almost inhuman. He felt himself stiffen more and more, close to release, and soon he was howling in ecstasy as he emptied himself into her, pumping the drow full of his steaming, ropy cum. She bucked and screamed as well, and before the master could react (lost in orgasm as he was) she smashed a heavy iron mortar into his head. The master screamed but was cut off as he tumbled backwards from the impact, bleeding. He was nearly unconscious from the heavy blow, and Mayolin took the opportunity to push him off her and onto the floor, dropping the bloody implement. Lady Cerise, who had not studied their copulation in detail, spun at the scream and was now running for Mayolin with her hands stretched out like talons and hissing like an inhuman beast. Ducking away from the lumbering charge of the false noblewoman, Mayolin rolled to the side, letting the 'lady' crash into the table, turning around hissing and spitting in rage. The heavy dress was clearly inconveniencing the false elf, and as she charged again Mayolin jumped over another table and landed behind it. The noblewoman lunged up and across... ...and then her head was tumbling through the air as her headless body crashed to the floor. Mayolin wiped the devil's blood from her long, curved sword on the dead creature's dress as she stood up with a wry smile. Laying with the master had been unpleasant, and not something she wished to repeat, but it had been the only way to make him drop his guard long enough for her to get the drop on him and his demonic servant. Mayolin walked over to prod the body of Ciel, currently hiding the corpse of the osyluth inside. Had the devil disguised as Lady Cerise been a bit brighter, it would have checked if the form was alive or not. But then again it was possible the devil wouldn't even have known the difference. Deep inside Mayolin's skin, Jonahl thanked the gods he had managed to work Ciel's bonds free just in time to ambush and kill the osyluth, and switch places with it. She had figured out that the master was disguised as either lady Cerise or her daughter, and that there was little time before they arrived. Now, however, the matter was well taken care of. With the devil-summoner in custody, it would be simple to drag him to the guard and have them work their own magic on him until he revealed the bindings of all the devils he had summoned, which would make them easy to dispatch by some skilled mages or clerics. Jonahl hoped that somehow some of the victims of the plot were still alive, maybe as slaves or prisoners. He would certainly do everything in his power to make sure they were found, if so. Mayolin was interrupted by the moaning of the devil-summoner, who was stirring despite the bleeding would on his head. Sauntering over, the drow kneed him between the legs hard enough for him to double over. She was fairly sure he was not dying, and even if he did that would likely loosen his grip over the devils he had summoned and bound, and thus work in the favor of the forces of law and order. Mayolin felt slightly dirty and used after having been deceived by the creature posing as Ciel's friend, and then having to fuck the enemy as well, but it was nothing a good bath wouldn't fix. She couldn't wait to shed Mayolin's form either, as she didn't find it nearly as attractive anymore. Peering over her shoulder over at the Ciel suit, she realized she wasn't that keen on getting back inside that either after what happened. Mayolin's eyes fell on something on the floor, and suddenly she smiled as an idea dawned on her. *** It was almost a week later as the caravan rumbled out of Rosedale, heading back east. The plague of attacks that had terrorized the city was over, and the perpetrator had paid with his life for his crimes. Many of the citizens were still sleeping after the massive celebration party thrown by the city leaders to honor Ciel Ravenswood, the legendary ranger hero who had uncovered the entire mystery. While there was of course mourning for those lost in the attacks, the knowledge that the city had been saved from becoming a sacrificial ground for infernal powers vastly outweighed it. Oddly, after the celebration Ciel had vanished mysteriously, slipping away somewhere before the city council could ask her to stay to be honored further. As the caravan wagons rolled out through the city gate, a small figure sitting on the back on the last wagon waved happily to the sleepy city guards. She was clearly an elf with a very cute face and just on the cusp of womanhood, yet her shaved head and body adorned with swirling black bodypaint indicated she was a street performer, probably an acrobat. Despite the somewhat chill and clammy morning air, she didn't seem cold in her skimpy leather acrobat outfit, and one of the guards almost felt she looked familiar before the wagon turned the corner at the turnpike and vanished. Jonahl grinned. While he had felt slightly guilty for "borrowing" Lirena Cerise's form to make an anonymous escape from Rosedale, he felt he had altered her enough to not be recognized. The Mayolin skin had been turned over as evidence, with no mention of the acts he had been forced to perform in it, or that he had ever worn it at all. The Ciel skin and gear, as well as Jonahl's own, were all safely stuffed in the backpack resting inside the wagon, however. Flit (the name Jonahl had chosen for this new false identity) had quietly paid for passage out of town, and nobody had looked twice at the street performer girl. Dangling her legs, Flit smiled as she watched the sun slowly creep up over the horizon. The horrors of the last few days felt like quickly dissipating nightmares in the dawn's beautiful light. She had no idea where she would get off the caravan, or what she would do then. Probably quietly unmask and return to being plain old Jonahl. Or maybe not. Maybe she'd run into Dela again, or maybe some other adventure would present itself. The elf girl smiled as the caravan rumbled on, taking her away from the now-cleansed city of Rosedale.