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How dare.
How absolutely <span class="mu-i">dare</span> these... you don't even know what to call the infested Alfreds, but they have no right to interrupt the absolutely wonderful time you've been having with Padraig. The last twelve hours have felt like opening the release valve on ten years worth of pressure that you didn't realize had been slowly building up. A relief, a joy, and good lecherous mutual fun where you got to learn the pleasures of the human body with the help of a phenomenal specimen of a man.
Yet these undead do not have the common decency to wait until you've <span class="mu-i">finished</span> before making their attack! Oh, you certainly finished several times throughout the night, evidence of that lays in drying pools upon the various surfaces that you and Padraig explored. All that is not enough to quench your appetite, though. The dam of ten years celibacy has broken open, and you've no intention of stopping until that number reaches one hundred at the very <span class="mu-i">least</span>.
Rolling onto your belly, you glare out at the cretins. Rage and indignity clear you mind of all sensation, dulling even the wonderful things Padraig does to your bottom as you force yourself to focus.
"Padraig, stop moving for a moment," you cluck with irritation as he places a strong hand upon your head. As much as you want to relish his displays of strength and dominance, "I need to focus. Some pests are marching down the Lakeshore Loop, and I mean to scare them off."
Padraig stops his motion in a position comfortable and snug, his hand still clutching the crown of your head. His eyes drift from your naked body to the road, where the evil Alfreds shamble in the mockery of a marching formation. "<span class="mu-i">Scheisse</span>. More of those things? I thought I had cleared the caverns where that blight was growing. Cast what you need to, I'll get my aspergillum and we'll-"
"<span class="mu-i">No</span>," you caw a command. Before he can do anything you'll regret, you hook your legs around his waist to lock him in place. "I'm going to scare them off, and if that doesn't work we can talk about fetching weapons."
Now, he demonstrated last night just how easily he can carry a bird as light and lithe as you from place to place, so nothing stops him from taking you to his chambers as you are. But it would be a rather compromising position for the both of you, wouldn't it? The look upon his face is not particularly amused by your insistence, nor how you've trapped him inside of you to prevent his escape.
"Are... are you serious, Nialia?" Padraig asks. Though you cannot see his face right now, you can only imagine the look on his face. "The Red Blight is nothing to be trifled with, you need to destroy it, not scare it off-"
"Then destroy it I shall!" You declare, your mind already running through your spells and circumstances.
"With an illusion?" he asks. "I understand some can draw on the realm of dreams to become partially real, but you've not a focus, a leyline, nor an atelier to draw the power for such a conjuration."
