Delia found herself freezing in fear for a moment...an inquisitor was supposed to be fearless, but after her recent ordeal she couldn't quite meet that ideal. It wasn't the fear of physical harm, but of further corruption. Despite some of it having leaked out of her, she can still feel the copious amount of seed inside of her belly. Since she had expected to avoid carnal contact, she didn't know how fertile she was...but she still remembers the Count's comment on how she was supposed to be a "host". It doesn't take much imagination to guess what he meant by that.<br/><br/>Trying to focus on the danger now, she started to climb the ladder. There was no way she was going to risk being violated again by the wolfman who had so recently deflowered her.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Delia Corbeanu</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://thumb.ibb.co/fuc8Ro/30fbd43781f5d2d5f0e51e696e63b06a_gothic_fantasy_art_fantasy_women.jpg) (https://ibb.co/fuc8Ro)<br/>Health: 3/4<br/>Pleasure: 4/5<br/>Anal Virgin?: Y<br/>Oral Virgin?: Y<br/>Vaginal Virgin?: N<br/><br/>PERCEPTION: 0/2<br/>(technology): 0<br/>Investigate:  3<br/>Truesight:  2<br/>Detect:  1<br/><br/>BODY: 0/2<br/>(gaia): 3<br/>Melee:  3<br/>Fuck:  1<br/>Resist:  2<br/><br/>CHARISMA: 1/3<br/>(corruption): 1<br/>Diplomacy:  1<br/>Spellcraft:  2<br/>Willpower:  3</div></div>