This poor, unsuspecting woman.
Emerie cringed. Perhaps she was taking advantage of the fact she could tell Delora was overly kind, and perhaps the most trustworthy. She seemed susceptible, whereas Mayumi had a hard personality.
Right now, Emerie needed someone who wouldn’t make her feel embarrassed, even if they both were awkward about it.
“How...” Oh gods, was she really about to ask this from someone she barely knew? “How... does it fit?”
It took the woman a few seconds to register what Emerie was trying to ask. When it did, her whole face went blistering red, her ears included.
“Ah, um... ha,” Delora stuttered, then opened and shut her mouth several times.
Emerie’s cheeks were hot with her own blush, but she persevered through her bashfulness.
“Please,” Emerie begged. “Because either all the other Duskwalkers have tiny dicks and Ingram is just well endowed, or something is happening here.”
“Emerie!” Delora squealed. “Magnar does not have a tiny...” She squeaked at what she was about to say and covered her shaking lips with her hands.
“I know I’m asking you a really personal question, but I’m dying here. I really want to fuck Ingram, but the size of his dick really freaks me out. I think I might be able to fit its girth, but it’s the length, Delora. The length.”
The more she spoke, the more she wanted to expire. Delora looked like she was moments from fainting. She was surprised both their hair wasn’t producing steam or smoke from how hot and uncomfortable they were.
Emerie bowed her head and bent forward while still gripping the woman’s shoulders. “I’m worried if we attempt it he’s going to pulverise me trying to get it all in. I really don’t want my metaphorical tombstone to say: ‘Death by dick.’ Help a horny woman out. Please. He’s really rough and doesn’t quite know how to control himself.”
Someone had to give her the answer because if Mayumi, who was the smallest out of them all, could take Faunus, and produce three freaking kids, then there was something she didn’t know. And she needed to know now.
Last night, she’d been so tempted to just let Ingram have her.
She wanted it so badly, but she also didn’t want it to be the last thing she ever did. She had plans, goals, and had made a promise to Ingram to help kill the Demon King. Emerie couldn’t just toss everything to the wind for this.
But every time that sweet Duskwalker touched her, she could feel her resolve crumbling.
At some point, Emerie was going to part her thighs for his gigantic, tentacled purple cock and say ‘come hither’ while crooking her finger. If she could do that without any trepidation, that would be just fan-fucking-tastic.
She dug her nails into Delora’s shoulders, tempted to get on her knees to plead.
“There’s a spell,” Delora quickly uttered.
She darted her head up, although didn’t unfold herself from her sagging bow. “A spell?”
Delora squirmed, her hands clenching into tight fists. “Yeah. I-I can only tell you what happened for us because I don’t know about the others. When he, uh...” She covered her face to hide it, practically slapping herself. She shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m telling someone this. When he put it in the first time, he shoved his claws into me and then my body just... made way for it. It’s like he magically rearranged my insides to fit it.”
Emerie’s features paled, and she straightened. “Didn’t you give Magnar your soul really early, and it took away his hunger?”
Delora was finally able to step back to put space between them. “Yes.”
“Well, shit,” Emerie groaned as she palmed her forehead. “We can’t do that. Ingram can be really sensitive to blood, so if he puts his claws in me, it won’t be death by dick, but he’ll try to eat me instead.”
She could picture being pinned underneath him by his cock, with nowhere to go, as he bit her head off. Emerie wouldn’t even have a fighting chance.
“The more humanity they have, the better they are at suppressing their hunger and urges,” Delora mumbled as she gave Emerie her side. “I think that’s why Reia and Mayumi survived it. Magnar was around Ingram’s level when I met him, so I don’t think I would have survived it had we tried then without me giving him my soul first.”
Emerie cringed so hard that her squinted eyelids almost blocked her vision. At least now she knew there was a way for her and Ingram to join their bodies like this, but now she had a new problem!
At her twisted face, Delora’s own morphed into one that was apologetic. “I’m really sorry. I wish I had more answers for... you.” Just as she was speaking, she leant to the side with her eyes widening and her lips parting.
She’d looked off into the forest.
Emerie looked over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at the person approaching. Then she gasped, turned, and faced the woman wearing a cloak of white feathers.
Bare-footed, her white dress caught fractures of sunlight as she strode silently towards them.
“Lindiwe,” Emerie rasped. She walked out of the garden to greet the woman. “I was wondering when or if you would show up.”
She nodded her head to Delora after pushing back her hood, and her loose corkscrew curls fell freely around her face. Her rich-brown hair looked shiny and glossy in the sun before she dipped into the shade of the house with them.
She brought her sharp gaze to Emerie. “I was unsure if you would survive, but it appears luck was on your side.”
“I’m a firm believer that you have to make your own luck,” Emerie argued. “I survived because of my own cunning.”
Surprisingly, Lindiwe’s features softened and her full lips curled upwards. “That’s one way to think of it.”
Delora grabbed Emerie’s forearm and tugged her back slightly. She stepped forward to be partially in front of her, as though she wanted to protect Emerie.
“What are you doing here?” There was no accusation in Delora’s tone, but it was obvious she was unsettled by the Witch Owl’s appearance.
“Can a mother not visit her children?” the woman mused.
“Yes, but every time you come here, there’s either danger or someone needs help,” Delora answered.
Lindiwe sighed, her expression falling into one that was dull. “I think it is best if we have this discussion with everyone present.” She diverted to the right without anyone’s direction and headed towards the porch. “Magnar can call for everyone.”
“Hey!” Delora exclaimed, running after her with Emerie in tow. “You can’t just go inside my home.”
The feather-covered woman glanced over her shoulder. “I go where I am needed, and right now, I am needed here.”
For some reason, she kept her gaze locked with Emerie’s for a lot longer than was normal, or comfortable.
A sense of foreboding washed over her.
She mentally threw her hands up. Great. There go my plans of figuring out how D plus V equals a great time.