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Heading down the smelly passageway, the tunnel came to a large open area where several branching shafts met. There in the center, as if waiting, was a creature the size wagon. Its long scaly body was topped by a spiral shell that bore brilliant green and blue swirls. Its long neck reared up, and...

As it turned out, all of Gwyllgi's innate hunting skill ended up being pretty redundant. Not twenty feet into the dark mine shaft, a oily smell filled her nose, and she ended up stepping in a thick, slippery trail of slime. The trail coated most of the floor of the tunnel as it descended deeper...

Iona hugged back, letting her hand gently pet Gwyllgi behind the ears. "Alright, if you're sure. I'll meet you back at Stobr's place when you're done."

"If you're sure," she said, though the worry was obvious in her voice.

"Yes, I'm ready," she replied, heading for the door. A short trek through the hills brought them to a large open quarry, with a single mine-shaft set into the resulting rock-face. "So, how do you want to do this?" Iona asked.

"Oh, just a fist-sized chunk will do," replied Stobr. "And, as for the fire," he walked over to a pile of refuse, and fished out a hooded lantern. "This should do the trick."

"Fine, I'll help you out," Iona relented, with notably little resistance. "But, you know the rule then; no anal until we get back," she commanded, pointing a finger at Gwyllgi for emphasis.

Iona looked at Gwyllgi out of the corner of her eye. "I suppose you'll want me to help gather your 'seed to?" she asked, incredulously.

"Yes, a woman is not truly devoid of her virginity until both of her holes have felt the girth of a man," Stobr explained. "As for the bull and the snail, you might find both in the old coal mine not far from here. Iona knows how to get there."

"Well, I've still never had anyone take my ass," Iona murmured.

"Oh, for goodness sake, I have milk!" cried Iona. "I have ever since this spell was placed on me," she explained, looking away from the other two. "And yes, I'm still... mostly a maiden."

Iona's face flushed bright red at the question. "Uh, I, I have no idea," she sputtered, as she started to slouch, clearly trying to make her enormous breasts stick out less.

"Alright, that's all I need," said Stobr. "Pull your pants up, we have work to do," he instructed, as he picked up an old book off the floor, and began paging through it. "Now, fortunately, this thing can be removed, but we'll need some very special ingredients to make a paste to wash it off...

"Really?... That's all it did to you?" he asked, warily. Suddenly, his finger slipped below the hem of her pants to poke at Gwyllgi's balls. "These don't exactly look normal on a woman," he said, dryly.

Gwyllgi suddenly felt a tickle on her backside as Stobr began tracing the rune with his fingers. "Yep, this was definitely made by a master. How long ago was it applied?" he asked, as he continued to trace the rune. A quick glance behind her revealed that, despite the circumstances, Stobr was...

"Hmm, let's see here," said Stobr, pulling out a pair of glasses. "Bend over a bit more, Miss, we need to get a good look at the thing."

"Yes, the servants of Tadeas," replied Stobr, as he started to collect himself. "Terrible monsters, driven by unquenchable lust, just like their master. Don't usually come out of the mire though, something must have stirred up the old wyrm." Stobr finished righting himself, and Gwyllgi got a...

The closet shook a bit more before, with a loud thud, an old bearded man burst out and onto the floor. He came up in an instant, a cooking pot on his head, and broom in his hand. "Alright, you wretches, let's get this over with! I'll take you all to Hel with m-" he paused as the pot slid up over...

"Big-dicked? Oh, no," said Iona. "Those were not ordinary draugr, they were servants of Tadeas; an evil gorynych who lives in the mire not far from here. Before she could explain further, a slight rustling caught both their attention. Iona wrapped her arms around Gwyllgi in fright, as a...

When it was over the three creatures lay on the floor quite dead. As Gwyllgi watched, they seemed to collapse in on themselves as they crumbled into dust, leaving little in the way of remains. All was quiet for a moment, before Iona called from outside. "Is it over?"