"Yes, but... Marriage is made out of... Love for each other. This," She places her hand over Phorsaal's. "Wasn't exactly love, now was it...?" She asks, without a hint of angriness in her voice. Just a touch of sadness and maybe a little regret.
Most of them just ignore him, but a few reply that they had a good rest. They continue the march onward to the city, and, after almost six hours go by, the gates come into view. Tall red posts, each with a gargoyle statue on the top, support a large riveted black metal gate. Two Ultimas stand guard at the gate, each heavily armoured with a giant war axe resting beside them.
"Who goes there!?" One of the guards says, lifting his axe.
The elf snarls at him, but keeps moving, walking a little awkwardly with the cock pressed against his ass. They soon make it back to the bar, and find the succubus in red leathers waiting where she had been since he left. "Hey there! Took you long enough!" She calls out from across the bar, chuckling.