The feeling of a great death fills the air, accentuated by the smell of fresh lightning and ashy flesh. With much cheer at their victory, the band comes together in a grand hug, save Decam, who merely watches his compatriots with a smile on his face. A day that had begun as merely one to drink away has become truly memorable. If Decam did not have the memories of Mikael, he would be right there with them all, but unfortunately, it all feels too inorganic to him. To think a few memories are enough to change things so drastically. Still, even from afar, he can mentally celebrate their feat of strength and teamwork that few village peasants can brag about.
The only issue…well, their target still remains hidden, kidnapped, and all around fucked. Then again, it's far from safe to enter a forest of active striker beasts. Even during the day, if you wake one up it takes a lot not to become fuel or a cock-slave. If she and her kidnappers were to meet with any, it's safe to say they very likely didn't make it…well, the princess may have, but again, a new cock-slave. With this justification, it seems silly to sacrifice one's life for what has effectively become the slave of a beast, and beasts are far more voracious when it comes to their slaves. As such, both the rescue band and search party mentally hang up their hats and decide to make their way home.
However, as they're making their way past the wagon, they can surprisingly hear the sounds of running steps. What the hell? Everyone looks at each other in pure confusion. They consider if they potentially forgot someone, but they see that, yes, everyone is here with them. It doesn't sound like they are the footsteps of a beast. Thus, they all stop, in time to see two men dressed in kingdom's people garms and a woman in a blanket that reveals the contours of her nipples and breasts, making it clear she probably isn't wearing much under that blanket, exit the forest and panickily running forward, pumping into Decam. The two men fall on their asses, looking up with anger, but stop upon seeing the full group, likely seeing the blood they are covered in, that blood being their own but these two could hardly know that, and then give friendly smiles.
"H-hey now! We here are just a couple of travelers who got lost. D-don't look so threatening, okay?!" Luis puts up his hands and laughs nervously. Decam ignores them both, walking up Yissan.
"This from your dress?" Decam asks, holding up the fragment of cloth he had found earlier.
"Oh, yes, it is." Yissan answers, seemingly not feeling much upon seeing the cloth. Decam nods, taking out his knife.
"Hold those two steady." Decam says. Fillis and Neuranca hold Luis and Lithian, keeping from escape.
"H-HEY NOW, WE JUST FOUND THAT GIRL-"
"Nah, that's bullshit. Your sweat speaks enough." Decam says, a smile forming on his face. "Now then, I believe you two killed a driver. Cut off his head pretty amateurishly. It was…a damn sight to see. Now, you see, I believe in an eye for an eye, but…my blade is far duller. Blame the striker. This one's gonna hurt a lot."
Yissan watches as Decam slams the blade into Lithian's neck. The gurgling was enough to drive anybody mad, but these villagers? No. This man? No.
This girl?
As she secretly touched herself to the slow decapitations of her captors, she could hardly be called human.
…
As the group all make their way back to the village, Yissan keeps in close step with Decam. His discomfort clear, he asks her what it is she wants with him.
"You're so violent. Violent and rough. Are you like that in bed too?" Decam smirks at the girl's question.
"I don't see how that's your problem princess."
"Don't call me princess."
"Oh? Are you not one?"
"I don't wish to be something so boring. I'd much prefer to stay with you and be victim to whatever entertaining activities you decide to follow through." Her honesty disarms Decam. He stares at her like she's insane. Well, she is pretty sexy, and being found to be interesting does make Decam quite aroused.
"So you're interested in me? I can't see why, but what the hell. If you wanna fuck we'll fuck-HEY HEY WAIT TILL WE GET TO THE DAMN VILLAGE! Fucking crazy slut…" Decam sighs as the woman wraps her arms around him. The rest of the group seem to be watching with great amusement. It's far from everyday that Decam is the one caught off guard. They almost find it adorable. With a cough, Decam asks the princess for her family she's supposedly from.
"The Frostenhart's." Decam stops at that answer. Turning to face her, he places his hands on her shoulders.
"You said…the Frostenhart's?"
"Hmm? That's correct." Decam considers the woman's answer. As he does, something of a vile idea crosses his mind.
"You wouldn't…happen to know where all the Frostenhart's offspring are…if there are more of them, anyways?" Decam asks, his throat turning dry.
"I was heading their way before I was taken hostage, in truth. The Kingdom of Georgginsalve. There's to be a family meeting with one of my sister's future husbands." Decam listens patiently, before grinning.
"Alright, Frostenhart, let's make a deal." Decam pulls her close. "Take me to this reunion, and I'll fuck you so hard you lose your mind." He whispers. Yissan's body jolts in his arms.
"Y-you truly mean that?"
"You'll spend the rest of your life servicing my cock. You'll never meet another boring moment." Decam says, his mind already elsewhere.
"Oh fuck~." Yissan moans quietly. "Please~."
"Then it would seem we have a journey to partake of. Now, tell me your proper name."
"Y-Yissan."
"Yissan Mystros. That will be your name from now on."
"Y-yes sir~."