As Hershel's hand roamed across that lovely bovine-girl rump, he couldn't help but feel smug, knowing he'd just plowed the absolutely gorgeous girl.  Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined coming into this job, being bored for a few days...and then suddenly getting over-run, just to stuff the pussy of one who was once his enemy. Letting his eyes explore that lovely body, he drinked in the sight - such absolutely gorgeous curves, lovely, full breasts....and ohhh yes, that nice, firm rump beneath his hands was nothing short of perfect. As if to accentuate his thoughts, he gives that lucious rump another hard squeeze between his fingertips, letting his claws dig into the soft skin of her rear just the slightest bit.<br/><br/>"Oo!" Sunete's surprise-grope makes Hershel's entire body jerk slightly, his overly-sensative length still throbbing softly in her grip.  Ugh, the sexy, lusty cowgirl was beyond perfect. Even teasing him after unloading his testicles nice and deep inside of her - it made his entire body tingle with afterglow of such a powerful orgasm, and as she begins to stroke, he felt his tail begin to twitch involuntarily, every rub of that overly-sensative length sending a little eletric jolt shooting throughout his body "Mm...you really are the perfect gal, arn't you?" He whispers under his breath, his eyes half-closing as he just enjoys those strokes up and down his sticky, still-hard length.<br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sunete wrote:</cite> Let me clean this.. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Hershel's eyes widen in half shock when Sunete once more drops to her knees on the floor before him, and leans down, guiding the still-throbbing head right into the tight, warm confines of her mouth. He hardly has the time to think<span style="font-style: italic">'Oh, by the gods..</span>before the gorgeous cow-girl lowers her lips right down the entire length of his cock, and with a single swallow, buries him in the warm, wet confines of her throat, her lips locking at the base of his rock-hard length. Moaning softly in pleasure, Hershel puts a hand on the back of Sunete's head, grabbing a small fistfull of her hair, a soft, pleasured whisper escaping his lips "Mmm...cows enjoy their milk too, don't they...?" Sunete can feel the overly sensative male twitch and shiver between her lips, his entire body seeming to tense as she roughly slurps her way back to the tip...then turns her attention to those drained testicles, praising each of them for the precious load they'd offered up.<br/><br/>Shuddering in bliss, Hershel gazes up at the big, bovine girl as she slowly gets back to her feet, a completely pleased, smug look on his handsome face. This had turned from a disaster, in the best day of his life. He makes not even the slightest protest when Sunete buries his face between those lovely breasts, sighing happily as he inhales deeply the scent of her body....and lifts his hands to get a nice, firm grope of those lucious boobs "Mmph..." He says, his voice muffled by the lovely bovine bosom "..I'll hold you to that. Gives me something to work towards..." Well, now he *HAD* to at least make captain. Oh yes, for a chance to feel those lovely lips on him again - or to have his head stuffed between those breasts? He'd do it.<br/><br/>Returning the little kiss, Hershel steps back with a smug smirk, sighing happily. Oh yes - this was a day to remember....<br/><br/>He doesn't even notice Kaitlyn until Sunete calls out her name, and even the loud shout doesn't even seem to phase him. Turning his head, he idly leans against the wall and watches as Sunete decides the fate of the human sorceress, a coy little smirk playing upon his handsome muzzle...<br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sunete wrote:</cite> AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?! </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"AHH!" Kaitlyn yelped at the top of her lungs as Sunete's booming voice suddenly broke relative silence, the startled sorceress jumping in fright. She hardly has a chance to turn to face Sunete before the big bovine beauty scoops her arms around her, pinning the much weaker human girl against the front of her body. Oh gods, oh gods....nononono! She was SOOOOO close to getting away. As if to further her fear, she feels a sudden shift in that pudgy belly, hears a deep, loud *SnnnnAAP!*'....and a loud, churning gurgle as another load of Sunete's prey empties into her intestines. Ventressa and Gallen....felt so ....sloshy in there. Oh god...oooooh god....nonono, not her. She didn't want to be food!!<br/><br/>Gazing up as Sunete begins to lift her, Kaitlyn nearly faints looking into that little mouth - it looked so incredibly harmless. Blunt little teeth, a tiny pink tongue...but she knew that mouth would lead to the throat....and it could all-too-easily squeeze her body down into that happily gurgling stomach, which - given time - would turn her lovely body into little more than waste to squeeze out that cow-rump. She could see it in her mind's eye...and she didn't like it one bit.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sunete wrote:</cite> Noooom! </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Noo!! I'm totall-"<br/><br/>Just as quickly as Sunete had picked her up, the busty cowgirl sets her down...and laughs? Blinking in a mixture of surprise and relief, she opens her mouth to say something as Sunete kisses her on the forehead....but can't even manage to form a word. What in the heck - she was NOT going to eat her? Oh gods....thank goodness. Maybe she was full? Or maybe Hershel had plowed her just enough to...put her in a REALLY good mood? Swallowing nervously, the incredibly busty sorceress offers up a half-smile "U-Um...hah...b-be careful? I'll s-stick with...Hershel..." Gazing after Sunete, Kaitlyn just...shakes her head in disbelief. Gods, she though she was going to get eaten. Again. Yet, as that sexy cowgirl slips back into the other room, she can't help but admire that shapely rump...."...Really nice butt..."<br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Now that it seems as though everyone has pretty well packed up and is ready to go, we'll be moving this forward. I'll be leaving the majority of digestion description and the like out for this post, as it's already crazy-huge.</div></div></div><br/><br/>With combat (And the subsequent perving) complete, and a new party member in tow, the party moves on. Hershel's warning of the 'trapped' door (And Laebras's knowledge of it), easily bypasses what could have been a huge setback, and the party progresses on.<br/><br/>The hallway beyond looks much the same as the entry hallway had been, though it is much more worn by constant passing over who knows how many years. The thick layer of dust that covers the floor is only disturbed right in the middle of the hallway, where - recently - more than a few feet have been passing back and forth. Despite the wear, most of the old stonework looks intact, the stoneworkers who'd built the temple undercroft clearly quite skilled in their craft. Moth-eaten old banners line the walls, some from Kingdoms that had not existed for nearly a thousand years, and some that were formed only in the last few hundred. It's a wonder most of these banners have not been taken down and moved to a gallery in the city given their age, but the place has seemingly remained unexplored for years and years.<br/><br/>Progressing down the stone steps for about fifteen feet, the group is met with another long, wide stone hallway, ever-burning torches lining the walls every fifteen or so feet to provide perfect illumination.  About thirty feet down the hallway on the right-hand side is a old wooden door, nearly entirely rotted off of it's hinges....<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">The party is free to check this room. For the sake of expediency, the following checks will be required if exploration is to happen...<br/><br/>Opening the door silently - Move silently check, DC 15. Have oil? Lower the DC by 5.<br/><br/>Search check - DC 17  (This will take up five minutes of time to give the room a good, quick once-over. Taking a 20 on search will require 20 minutes time)<br/><br/>The room appears to have once been a study and bedchamber combination. The old bed has certainly seen better days, and any real amount of pressure will make the old, rotted wood crumble incredibly easily. Even the old stand is on it's last leg (Literally), and the handful of books that line the small wooden shelves are time-eaten and worn, most of them falling to peices when disturbed. The inkwell's contents have long-since hardened into just a black chunk of ink, and really...very little in the room appears to be usable. Small imprints in the dust covering the floor indicate someone (Likely Yunni) has already been in here, rummaging through things.<br/><br/>However, she did miss the small, hidden comparment under the bed(Dc 17 check above). Upon closer inspection, it only takes a couple of quick taps from the finger for the mostly-rotted wood to fall away, revealing an old book with a silver clasp. The book itself was likely a personal journal of some sort, and trying to open it makes it pretty much deteriorate. The silver clasp, however, is of intricate design, and could likely fit most books - It's worth about fifteen gold.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>A bit further down the hall, on the left ,is another door - this one leading to what appears to be a series of smaller beds, a communnal living area. Strangely enough, there's a great deal of dust (and in some cases, bone) in some of the beds, hinting that people might have not even woken up before their lives had been snuffed out. What went on here, there was no clue, and no real record.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">A quick search (5 minutes, DC 20 search) reveals that one of the 'bodies' actually has a small jade anklet, with about 30 gold. Trying to remove it makes the brittle bone crumble, and gives very little insight into who and what it could have been -  the only clue is that Jade is only really prevalent as a form of jewelry to the far west, across the great plains...a very, very long journey.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>At the end of the forty-foot hallway, the corridor takes a sharp turn to the left. Along the stone walls, a series of alcoves have been cut in, but their purpose is unclear, and moving past them, the party comes across ANOTHER room. This one is much more accessable, the door already well-rotted off it's brittle old hinges. A quick peek inside the Everburning-torch lit room reveals rows upon rows of rusted old armor and weapons, plus various other equipment that has seen better days. The vast majority of it is useless, having sat in disrepair and rust for so long - however, a quick look around reveals a pile of clothing, and some various bits of armor and discarded equipment.<br/><br/>There's enough clothes to fit about eight people, six of which is fitted for medium-sized individuals. The clothing is hardly anything special, and looks just like what anyone would wear.<br/><br/>The equipment, however...<br/><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Equipment list - <br/><br/>1 suit of medium full plate.<br/>1 suit of medium leather armor<br/>2 suits of large chainmail<br/>1 medium chain shirt<br/>1 medium padded shirt<br/>1 lute<br/>8 backpacks + bedrolls<br/>Belt + Pouch x1<br/>Rope, Hemp, 50ft x1<br/>Sunrod x2<br/>Flint/Steel/Tinder x5<br/>Waterskin x 2<br/>Chalk x5<br/>Vial x3<br/>Flask x3<br/>Charcoal x3<br/>Paper x20<br/>Binding x1<br/>Journal x1<br/>Quill + Ink x1<br/>Marowak x30<br/>Soap x1<br/>Brush x1<br/>Small steel mirror x2<br/>Crowbar x1</div></div></div><br/><br/>There is also a rather ornate chest situated at the foot of the wall just beyond the random pile of assorted equipment (Likely confiscated from the individuals who were lead down to be 'sacrifices'). The chest itself is about 4 feet long, and about 3 feet tall, and a quick check reveals that it is locked. It could be rather easily pried open with a crowbar or hammered open (Which would cause a great deal of noise). Beyond that, it COULD be carried - though it weighs about 300 pounds in total, mainly because of the intricate steelwork around the lip and edges.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Rather than rushing through everything, I'm going to stop here and give folks an opportunity to kinda do what they wanna do. Again, when the party is ready to move on, I'll move things forwards.</div></div></div>