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Codi looks a bit like a deer in the headlights as he tucks the dagger away beneath the straw. "Yep. Can't cast a spell to save my life. Or swing a dagger, really... but it's here and I'm gonna hold onto it." He firmly announces. Ethel shrugs. "Finders keepers. No skin off my teeth, since I've...

She sees Maynard, the orangutan man, raise an eyebrow at that. "You can't, or won't explain it? Don't go thinking I'm raggin' on you here, but if we're in a cell together, we can't go and start keepin' secrets, can we? "Frankly, I want to know too. Shut me up if you're sick of the...

The ocelot, Ethel, eases off, fixing her composure with a slight bow as she smiles at the two. "It's a pleasure to meet you, then. You two gave her the old what-for?" She grins, eyes alight as she gestures for them to claim a bed. The way she moves suggests a little bit of discomfort towards her...

"It's... whatever." Codi says, putting on his best game face, and forcing himself not to shy from her touch as he fidgets with the hilt. He calls down the smaller hallway to back her up. "She's right! We're friendly!" As they take the short walk to follow the voice, they come into a...

Codi still seems wary, as if some batch of dark magic were ready to just pour out of the dagger if he even looked at it wrong. "It could—you could... you know what? Yeah, okay." He says, feeling a slight surge of reassurance from her suggestion as he reaches to take it out of her hand. "If...

"Just... be careful. It was my mother's." He says, quite shy and tentative all of a sudden as he watches her take it. "Goodnight, with as good of a night as you can have." In a moment later, Ocho's gone, rushing back the way he came up the hallway and to the ladder after swiftly locking their...

Jasmine finds herself walking through a short tunnel on her way to the main cell, with Codi scrambling to follow her heels. As Ocho's about to lock the door, he suddenly pivots on his feet and ducks his head inside, whisper-shouting to catch her before she goes. "Wait! I have something for you...

Ocho smiles a bit, wings twitching in capped glee as he pulls back and leads them to one of the cell doors. Theirs is seventh from the exit and on the left, and as unremarkable as all the others. He quickly works with his keys and the lock, and as the door swings open, he holds it politely and...

Codi flinches, staring sadly at the ground again, but not bothering to correct her. "And what about weapons? What're we gonna do if your Queen starts catching on?" "You won't have to wait long, I promise, but when it comes to arming you two, that's where this plan falls short, I'm afraid. Most...

"Not tonight." He hisses, seemingly frantic with the discussion of escape alone. "When they first brought me here, Queen Farida stopped trying to break me in because I started pretending to be a mindless husk. I don't know if it's because she felt sorry for me or not, but she kept me as her...

The ladder leads down into a hallway, with Ocho urging Jasmine and Codi both to follow it. A bevy of lit torch sconces decorate the ancient stone walls of what quickly takes the shape of a prison. Sturdy barred doors denote cells, with ten or so on each side of the long hall, while a handful of...

Ocho's ear twitches again, prompting Codi to share as well. "I'd-I'd break out too. I have a family, and I promised I'd have them a fortune by now... but I'd do anything to get out of here." The servant's face stays blank, opening the creaky trapdoor and gesturing for them both to go down the...

Codi snaps out of his stupor at the mention of his name. "I-uh. If I had a bow I could shoot things... maybe." He stammers quietly. The servant, Ocho, hardly reacts in his questioning. "A good stance... what would you do to get one, and what would you do if you had it?"

The servant boy doesn't respond, let alone seem to register that he's being spoken to apart from the subtle twitch of his ear. His eyes stay expressionless as he leads them along, Codi shuffling to keep pace, but otherwise as limp in his demeanor as a sack of potatoes. They're brought down the...

"D-don't touch me." Codi cries, wincing in her hold, and shying from her hands. "Not... not right now." The woman only smirks in scorn. "So prickly. You act as if you are a virgin, darling, but your body... it's begging not to be. I wouldn't have minded seeing you walk around with a buttplug...

"I am. That's a good look for you." The woman smirks, and Jasmine can feel the gold dildo thinning out inside her before slipping out completely. "You and your friend are dismissed, though I have to ask, you're not a virgin, are you?"

True, Codi's savory-sweet flavor can't block out the musk enhanced taste of troll cock. Its pace quickens, bumping Jasmine's mouth and smearing its thick pre on her lips with every thrust. It keeps its speed for a few more minutes, hips blurring as its balls swing wildly against her tongue...

The troll groans, slowly jabbing its length into the wet warmth of her tongue. The thought occurs to her that she's tasting Codi, who sits off to the side staring at the floor. "That's more like it. A little enthusiasm never hurt." The woman suggests.

The lady quirks her brow again at Jasmine's accusations, but can't help cracking a small smile. Another command in tongues is all it takes for the troll to finally, finally relent. Codi's slowly pulled off of the thick cock, sweating and shaking like a leaf, and his gaping pussy soaked and...

"Be as angry as you'd like. It doesn't change the fact that you and your friend will be here for quite some time. I'd like us to get along, I truly would. I'm not the sort to make deals with my prisoners, especially ones as unruly as you, but I'm willing to bend a bit if you'll give back an inch...