The area of greatest concern for Rosen was the private rooms. As the only person who could see beyond those doors, it was her duty to make sure they were all full of happy and consenting individuals living their best life. Many couples would come in and out. Single individuals would hang around the outside of the doors, advertising their own bodies for potential partners. There would even be groups squeezing into the larger rooms. Half the rooms were Red with lovers inside. A few were Green, open to being disturbed. The rest Blue, waiting to be filled with people filling each other.
Ordinarily Thera would be here, keeping an eye on those cuming and going. Today Rosen would have to spend most of her night watching it, not that she minded that much. There was a kind of joy in watching people join with another. From the young and inexperienced working up the courage as their hearts pound through their chests, to the older couples looking to spice up their marriage both with and without their actual partner. It's a strange kind of vulnerable beauty.
Unfortunately, while most were enjoying themselves and others, one was not. Not far from the Eastern Wing's entrance was one young man, swerving his head all around like a lost lamb watching out for predators while tepidly sipping his Holy Broth. Mask or no, Rosen knew exactly who this was. Jonathan, the baker's son, looking for Thera. He had "confessed" to Thera all morning yet still wanted more. Impressive stamina if nothing else, but woefully misplaced. He really just won't quit.
Real shame as well. He is a fine lad with a fair number of female admirers. He was quite handsome, in a rather common way, and a talented baker in his own right. Each day the Bakery had a new and intricate display made by him. Fresh baked breads and cakes and other delectables in the shape of hearts and wedding bands. All a cry for love that he will never receive. Rosen could see a few such admires, no doubt smitten by the loving edible notes they wished were for them, eyeing the Baker's son like wild cats watching a mouse.
Rosen usually leaves the patrion s to their own devices. This time she would not. She came up to the envious girls and whispered to them.
"Room 14. Be ready."
The three girls quickly snuck off towards the private rooms. Rosen moved to the next step of her little plan and came up to Johnathan.
"Waiting for someone?" She mused.
"Uhh, yeah. I'm just here, waiting. For Thera. Was it too obvious?"
"Deafeningly so. We have all spoken about this. Why do you persist regardless?"
"Because I love her. I cannot accept anyone else."
"Do you love her? You have barely spoken to her without it being you professing this supposed love, half the time while inside of her during Confessional."
"I know this is real. No one else has ever made me feel this way."
"Have you allowed anyone else to make you feel that way? Have you ever given another the chance to show you what their love feel like?"
"Of course not. I've stayed true to Thera and no other."
"Well Thera hasn't. In fact she… wait. True to her only? Was that after you first tasted of her fruits?"
"No, from the moment I saw her. No other has been with me."
"Do you mean been with you since? Or…"
Jonathan looked down, trying to avoid Rosen's eyes.
"Johnathan, is Thera the only person you've ever been with?"
His lack of a response spoke volumes.
"So that's what this is about. A love struck puppy who wants to marry their first? Oh that's just adorable."
"It's not! I will marry her, you'll see. Thera is the only one for me."
"I bet I can change that."
Rosen grabbed hold of Jonhathan's hand and dragged him off to the Private rooms. She pressed him against one of the doors, but they did not enter. With just a few undone buttons, her dress dropped to the floor. Standing there, wearing only stockings and gloves, she pushed herself up against his awe stricken face.
"Are Thera's as nice as these?"
She said, rubbing her bosom against his face. She pulled back and grabbed Jonathan's hands, placing a breast into each.
"Did she ever let you do this?"
Rosen pressed her lips against his. At first he didn't kiss back, eyes wide in surprise. It didn't take long for him to get into the rhythm. Feeling up and down her body with a freedom and willingness he had not yet experienced.
"Did," Rosen moved to his neck, kissing and licking all the way. "Did she ever do this without you having to ask?"
Rosen placed her hand around his erect rod rubbing gently across its length. She moved down, putting her lips on his right nipple. Swirling her tongue around as he moaned.
"Are you going to fall for me, too? Do you want me to marry you? For me to bear your children?"
Jonathan said nothing. His face screaming that he was considering saying exactly that, but also realizing how silly he had been acting.
"There are a lot of lovely girls who would be happy to do all of that. You just need to give them a chance. Let me show you a few."
Suddenly, she opened the door behind them. Jonathan fell back, losing his balance as his support was pulled out behind him. He fell into softness as three young ladies surrounded him. The last thing Rosen saw before she shut the door to room 14 was Jonathan being kissed in three very different locations all at the same time.
"Ah, young love. I do look forward to attending his wedding. If he plays his cards right, there might be two brides. Perhaps even three."
Rosen looked down at her robes and considered putting it back on. She felt her lower lips, wet and begging. She decided it would be best to stay as she was. If only she hadn't given Thera the night off. It was going to be a hard night.
To occupy herself, Rosen decided to peek in on the private doors. She really shouldn't, but the temptation was too much. Picking at random, she peered into door 5. Inside was a cute young couple. The librarian girl, Ren I believe, together with the newbie guard Trant. Childhood friends, we all know they are to be married soon. If only they did. Kissing and cuddling tenderly but so unwilling to take the last step and be truly together. We all need to take our own pace.
Next was door 7. Here was an older woman, surrounded by much younger men. It was the teacher Celine with some of her former students. They had all graduated last year. It was a well known rumor she liked to have her final lesson be how to please a woman. Seeing her take all three at once, expertly sucking them in with each hole, she was clearly an excellent teacher in this as well.
Door 9 held some familiar faces. A young Adventurer girl with a large wizard hat and purple leggings sandwiched between two boys, one with black hair and the other blonde. They carried her and thrusted upwards, each taking a slot. She kissed the black haired boy in front of her while the Blond behind her gasped.
"Julia, when did you learn how to-"
"Shut up" Julia said after breaking her kiss. "Just dont stop! Kiss me!"
The Blond did as he was told, kissing her deep while the Black haired boy moved to suck her small breast, both never stopping for a second. She really will be something incredible.
Door 10 was a solo occupant. A local man named Roy, mid twenties and a hardworking farmer. He had a pair of underwear in one hand which he was sniffing from. There was a second in his other hand which he had wrapped around his cock and used to pleasure himself with. These belong to Gralic, a lizard folk his father had adopted some 15 years ago. We all knew the desire he felt for her. He had spurned a few marriage requests under the excuse he had to care for his work and family. But we all know he wants nothing more than to burn that yellow scalie hole.
The irony is that just a few rooms away, Garlic was in room 2 pleasuring herself as well while caressing a sweat covered shirt. Breathing in deep while calling Roy's name. If only Rosen could force them to see each other like this. Perhaps this dull charade would finally end. Unfortunately they will just have to suffer a bit longer.
Door 12 had a local celebrity. Cherry Blossom Evermeadow, a beautiful and talented Nymph singer and star of the newly opened Opera house. Her impossibly slender body which seems so very frail, her ivy green skin with vine-like marking framing her most intimate parts, that long rose red hair that flowed like untamed wind, she was the envy of every eye. Every man wanted her and every woman wanted to be her, and also wanted her. With her was a beast kin, a Hyena in fact. This was Shenz, a mercenary who had been hired to guard Cherry Blossom. One of almost a dozen whose contract had expired some weeks ago. A rough and dirty soul whose scared body was in as many ways possible the opposite to the goddess before her. Including her Pseudo Penis her race is infamous for. Yet here they were, together. It was not Rosen's place to judge anyone's tastes. Though even she had to admit that Cherryblossom could do worlds better.
"Please," Cherry gasped between her words as the Hyena woman thrust into her. "Take me away with you! Make me your submissive house maiden!"
"N-no." Shenz cried back, trying not to get lost in her enchanting hair. "You are someone. I'm no one. I should be your Bitch.You should make me beg at your feet for scraps!
"No! You are my Alpha! Mark me with your animal scent. Force me to pleasure you as you eat meat before the fire!"
"Force me to drink wine from a bowl to entertain your guests! Chain me up and parade me through your garden!"
"Fuck me Hard!"
"Abuse me Slow!"
"Break Me!"
"Train Me!"
Seems they can't figure out who is in charge. Well, that's something Rosen will have to help them with later. At least they both made it to the end. Love or Lust, this will be an interesting journey nonetheless.
Before she could ponder more, a young man caught her eye. He walked up to one of the Green doors and opened up. His face seemed shocked at first, but then he looked around as if to see if anyone else was watching, and scurried inside. Rosen's curiosity got the better of her. She had to see what was inside.
Placing her hand on the door was the young man, sitting atop someone's lap. This was Daren. He used to bully girls quite hard in his youth. And now it made much more sense. For he was sitting on top of the lap of none other than Klentra the Half elf bard. We were all very aware of his tastes, but Rosen had to admit Daren's surprised her. He sat there, letting Klentra do as he pleased. Stroking his erect cock, sucking on his strong shoulders, feeling his hairy chest in his slender musicians fingers. Then he lifted Daren up, aiming true. Daren knew what was next, there was a tinge of fear behind his eyes, yet he allowed it to happen. As Klentra entered him it's as the whole world finally made sense to the young man. He couldn't hold it anymore. If not for the door between them Rosen's face would have been coated in his hot cum.
Rosen took that as a sign to step back. She felt herself again, now wetter than ever before. This night was only to get harder for her, and not in the way she would have liked. Thank Eros for the after Mass.
Then she felt something. A pit began to form in her stomach. The hairs on her neck stood up. A dark, sinking feeling. She knew exactly where it was coming from before the alarm rang. Door 17 lights up with white, blinking shine. Rosen was there in moments, her hand on the wooden frame to peer inside.
"NOOOOOO! Let me Go! I don't want this!"
The desperation in her voice was unmistakable. This wasn't just some kinky roleplay. The man didn't seem to care.
"Don't play with me! You came in here and you won't be getting out till I get my fill. Now Spread Em! Don't make me use thi-"
A hand gripped the man's shoulder, and pulled him hard out of the room. He was tossed against the far wall, hitting it with a crash and falling to the floor with a thud. Dazed and confused he only just made out the figure of a naked, tan skinned woman with crimson eyes staring down at him.
"You are no longer welcome here." She growled. "Leave, or I will force you to."
"Come on then." The man tried to rise to his feet, brandishing the knife he had snuck in. "Give me your best before I gut yeah!"
He lunged forward at Rosen. Then suddenly the floor was the ceiling, and vice versa. His knife hand no longer had a knife, which he might have noticed had that same hand not now have three fingers pointed in the wrong directions. A tan foot stood atop his chest and began applying pressure, until there was a snap. He screamed. The woman didn't seem to care.
"I said I would force you." Rosen dragged the man through the Church for all to see. "Now Get Out!"
Rosen tossed the broken man out into the cold without his clothes. He landed face first in mud, in too much pain to feel the embarrassment. Rosen whipped her hands of the filth and shut the door. A cheer filling the Church at a job well done. The would be victim, now draped in a robe with Nash and Plip at her sides, starred up into Rosen's hazel eyes.
"Thank you. I can't say it enough. Thank you."
Rosen patted the girl's shoulder and smiled.
"Nash, do you mind walking her home?"
"Sure thin' boss." There was a cry of disappointment from those around him. "Now now, always next time. Some thin's more imprtent."
Before long the girl was sent away with Nash as her guard. He'll be back soon enough, though Mass would surely be over by then. While righteous justice makes for a great show, it did kill the mood for many of the patrons. Most would certainly be heading home. This is probably for the best as the preparations for people who needed to spend the night would be starting soon. And the hero of the night goes without reward.
"Excuse us."
Rosen turned to see two men, one a handsome Horse Kin and the other a strong bodied man kin, and a woman, a sleek cat kin with orange fur, standing behind her.
"We were thinking that, with your biggest man gone, you could use some extra hands. And if you needed some other parts to help afterwards, well…"
Eros be praised.