“When?” Delora excitedly exclaimed, standing fully. “Where did you see them… her?”
“A day from the Veil, just south from here. I think she made herself a burrow on the surface.”
“Oh my god, Magnar,” Delora cried, as she threw her arms around his waist. “Fyodor is alive, and she’s a girl.”
For a few moments, there were tears and some sobbing from Delora as she hugged the tall Duskwalker. He’d wrapped his arms around her shoulders and placed the cheek of his skull against the top of her head.
Emerie didn’t know what to do.
Should we leave? This felt like a pretty special moment for them. Once more, she and Ingram were imposing on another family.
Situations like the ones she was currently facing didn’t happen in the guild. Couples were formed, but none ever had children due to women requiring surgery that stopped them from menstruating once a month.
The only time someone would see a family member was when a male Demonslayer was visiting his family in a town or village – and most of the time it was an accidental family they made. Horny men doing silly things while out on missions.
Emerie fidgeted in her seat, then rose to head in the direction of Ingram, when he sneezed again. Fucking hell, it was like an explosion every time.
“No, wait. Please,” Delora pleaded as she put her hand out to Emerie. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to go on account of us.”
“It’s fine,” Emerie said with a weak, reassuring smile. “I’m sure this is something you both want to digest alone.”
“No, really,” the woman pushed. “I was just overwhelmed. You don’t know what a relief it is to learn that she’s safe, but it’s fine. I would prefer you stayed. I would like to make you some lunch as a way to show my appreciation.”
Emerie would have fought her, not requiring such gratitude when her meeting with Fyodor had been accidental, but she couldn’t refuse. Not with the way Delora’s face had gone all cute and pink from her tears, and the grateful woman now faced her with a big smile, as if Emerie had just offered her the entire world.
“I guess I am kind of hungry,” she grumbled with a blush.
She was starving, actually.
“I’ll go to the garden then. Mayumi brought me some bread the other day, so I can make you a sandwich.”
A sandwich in the Veil? So weird.
“I’ll come with,” Emerie offered, putting her hand out to Ingram, who looked as though he was about to spring to his feet and follow. “Stay. I’ll only be a few minutes.”
Emerie had ulterior motives for going outside, and she needed the guys away from them in order to do it.
With a huff, Ingram parked his tail back on the ground.
Just as she and Delora were leaving, Magnar walked over and sat next to him. Her features crinkled in humour when Magnar attempted to roughly and crudely pat him on his raven skull and was almost pecked for it.
The door shut with a bang that made Emerie wince. Delora gave a small laugh and showed her the way. They walked right off the porch, and already a small fence on the side of the house came into view.
“What do you feel like? I can make you a spiced potato, lettuce, and tomato sandwich,” Delora said as she walked into the garden, looking around at what she had available. “We don’t have any meat at the moment for me to offer you.”
Emerie just paused at the open section of the fencing, her lips parting in surprise. “Delora… did you paint that?” she asked, her voice filled with awe.
Against the outside wall was a painting that consisted of a waterfall and forest in the background, with a rainbow. In the middle was a beautiful unicorn standing in a meadow.
If Emerie was honest, it was a little girly for her taste, but it had been painted so well that it was hard not to appreciate it. The artist had a skilled hand and had obviously been filled with passion when they’d painted it.
Delora’s cheeks reddened, and she nibbled her lips bashfully. “Yeah. It’s one of the first things I painted while I was here. It was really cathartic to draw and paint something I think my inner child wanted.” Then, as if it was important to make the distinction, or perhaps she just wanted to divert her attention, she pointed to a stick figure with blue blobs for eyes. “Reia painted that. It’s Orpheus.”
Emerie snorted out a laugh. It doesn’t look like him at all.
Delora returned her humour with her own giggle. “So… food?”
“Yes, but” – Emerie entered the garden and grabbed Delora by the shoulders – “I really need your help with something. It’s really important, and I don’t know who to ask. I was worried if I asked Mayumi, she would make fun of me.”
“Oh no,” Delora gasped, her eyes going wide. Concern immediately filled her features, her heart soft and tender. “What is it, Emerie? I’m not sure if I can do much, but I’ll try.”
This poor, unsuspecting woman.
Emerie cringed. Perhaps she was taking advantage of the fact she could tell Delora was overly kind, and perhaps the most trustworthy. She seemed susceptible, whereas Mayumi had a hard personality.
Right now, Emerie needed someone who wouldn’t make her feel embarrassed, even if they both were awkward about it.
“How…” Oh gods, was she really about to ask this from someone she barely knew? “How… does it fit?”
It took the woman a few seconds to register what Emerie was trying to ask. When it did, her whole face went blistering red, her ears included.
“Ah, um… ha,” Delora stuttered, then opened and shut her mouth several times.
Emerie’s cheeks were hot with her own blush, but she persevered through her bashfulness.
“Please,” Emerie begged. “Because either all the other Duskwalkers have tiny dicks and Ingram is just well endowed, or something is happening here.”
“Emerie!” Delora squealed. “Magnar does not have a tiny…” She squeaked at what she was about to say and covered her shaking lips with her hands.
“I know I’m asking you a really personal question, but I’m dying here. I really want to fuck Ingram, but the size of his dick really freaks me out. I think I might be able to fit its girth, but it’s the length, Delora. The length.”
The more she spoke, the more she wanted to expire. Delora looked like she was moments from fainting. She was surprised both their hair wasn’t producing steam or smoke from how hot and uncomfortable they were.
Emerie bowed her head and bent forward while still gripping the woman’s shoulders. “I’m worried if we attempt it he’s going to pulverise me trying to get it all in. I really don’t want my metaphorical tombstone to say: ‘Death by dick.’ Help a horny woman out. Please. He’s really rough and doesn’t quite know how to control himself.”
Someone had to give her the answer because if Mayumi, who was the smallest out of them all, could take Faunus, and produce three freaking kids, then there was something she didn’t know. And she needed to know now.
Last night, she’d been so tempted to just let Ingram have her.
She wanted it so badly, but she also didn’t want it to be the last thing she ever did. She had plans, goals, and had made a promise to Ingram to help kill the Demon King. Emerie couldn’t just toss everything to the wind for this.