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A Kinky Knight for a Samhain Celebration

Rain falls down torrentially on a slightly chilly autumn day a few weeks before the feast of Samhain (what we often celebrate as Halloween) as a large figure in a charcoal gray hooded cloak with the hood up, as he extends a green furred hand reaches out for the door knob as he approaches a two story combination shop and residence carved into the trunk and boughs of a mighty oak tree with stained glass windows featuring the tree of life, the face of the green man, a Jack-o'-lantern and a Venus fly trap among other things. The owner of the green hand is a chimera or wolf, bear and orc in the heavy leathers of a ranger but he walks with the gait of a druid mainly because for those that know him, Count Kodyax von Fenryx is both with his noble title bestowed on him by the Druid Council in recognition of his years of service and his dedication to hunting down and destroying the terrors of the night in order to keep those that would live their lives in peace and harmony with the lands safe and secure as they go about their day to day affairs. Inside of the shop, the proprietress of the shop is a chimera herself, a combination of orc, wolf and vixen, one Rebecca Crowley is well studied in the professions of both witch and investigator who is aided by her familiar and living spellbook Igor although living might be a stretch as Igor is little more than a mobile mound of gelatinous orange slime that has more than a handful of eyeballs floating aimlessly within it that communicates with its mistress in a manner few folks understand although Kodyax can sense some kind of communication is going on between even as he suspects she is an occultist in terms of the flavor of magic she has access, as opposed to Kodyax who is a primal practitioner of magic.

Weird and wonderful items and accouterments are all around her store as a trio of Jack-o'-lanterns leer and jeer at any and all customers coming in which scare off the curious and make most of those that wish the hedge witch and amateur detective harm to think twice about causing trouble for her in her own home as something about the carved pumpkins, the dream catchers and the shrunken heads hanging from the blades of the ceiling fan and shelves are creepy enough to be downright disturbing. Her cauldron is practically always bubbling with some kind brew that she is creating for reasons more than not are knownst only to herself but she does keep a lot of potions in stock for purchase by anyone who has the coin to spare which is the main reason folks come to visit her although some come to her seeking advice and consultation which is often on his agenda when he comes to visit although just as often it is a social call and he buys a few potions to help her out financially and because he has an often odd need for what he purchases. As a result of his frequent visits and his general helpful and accepting attitude towards her, Rebecca is glad for his visits more often than not and this visitation is no exception an in fact she is more than happy to see him for various reasons not the least of which is because for some odd reason she feels the throes of heat coursing through her veins, partially because of a potion she just made for herself but also for other reasons for which she needs to consult the sacred warrior priest of nature.

The heat pheromones are almost overpowering as Kodyax as they mix with the various types of incense that are constantly permeating the air in the room that usually makes the spaces familiar and comforting to anyone that happens to be in the chambers which is on purpose for those that mean her no harm but today those scents are amplified to the point of being overpowering which makes it especially difficult for him to control himself as he becomes especially aware that she was watching him with more than likely amorous intent, a factor that does not disturb in the slightest, in fact it amuses him as he has developed a kind of friends with benefits relations with her but usually it's him that initiates the process of affairs that leads up to a carnal encounter between them to their mutual pleasure and satisfaction; however, this time it seems to be accelerated for some odd reason and that makes the situation both perplexing and a little bit disturbing as he is concerned about her state of mind as shadow water swamp is not far from here and the denizens of that territory sometimes have undue influence on the residents of shadow thorn wood, the county that is especially under his jurisdiction as lord sheriff for which he gets his noble title from. Her long black dress barely conceals her shapely form and the veiled black witch hat she wears is more enticing that concealing but this is the purposes as her entire outfit and the pheromones are entirely design to convince a male to be a willing participant in carnal games which alarms Kodyax until he catches sight of an impossibly ancient looking human(?) crone that causes him crinkle his muzzle as he instantly recognizes as a hag, a malignant fey creature in the absolute service to the Unseelie Court which Kodyax opposes as a matter of principal and just her mere presence gives him an inkling as to why Becky is acting so strangely as for their own twisted amusement a local coven of three hags, including Hagnes whom he has more than a few less than savory encounters with, has been pressuring local maidens, Rebecca included, to become pregnant with various degrees of success although why she is especially spooked is a mystery he would love to get to the bottom of but before he can even begin to do that he knows what he needs to do and it will be very easy to impregnate her and they both know this.

"Are you alright, Becky?" Kodyax asks with a note of care and concern in his voice as he reaches up to caress her cheek as Hagnes watches with a guilty grin and is getting drenched by the rain and the storm druid wonders in his own head how obvious it would be if he caused a lightning bolt to come down from the sky and strike her partially as a show of his own displeasure. "You're not like this usually. What's going on?"

"Oh, nothing's wrong, darling," Rebecca coos nervously as Igor slumps its way off her desk to spread itself over the window Hagnes is looking through with all to most of its eyes glaring at her in disgust which gives her the audacity to lean forward and whisper in his ear: "I'm really glad to see you, Kody, Hagnes has been relentless in her threats."

"Stormy skies direct a electrifying jolt to the hag outside these walls with a righteous lightning bolt!" He whispers fervently in prayer as a bright light flashes outside and a scream of pain can clearly be heard before he smirks and whispers back: "I'm sorry, Becky, I had to, she and her coven have been especially bold this Samhain season. What did she threaten you with?"

"She's promising to regrow my hymen if I don't get pregnant soon." Rebecca whispers back with a harsh growl. "It hurt like Arawn's realm when I destroyed the first time." Kodyax gives her inquisitive glance which causes Becky to blush and hang her head in shame. "I was drunk and thought it was a good idea to use my athame dagger as a dildo."

"How long?" Kody asks as he shakes his head and Becky's blush deepens to the point where face is so red it would make a freshly picked Jersey tomato green with jealousy. "You were a novice adventurer, weren't you?" She remains silent but starts to nod like a bobblehead doll as Kodyax gets behind the counter to stand next to Rebecca. "It will be really easy for me to get you pregnant, don't you?"

"Considering we have two of the three chimeric components in common?" Rebecca retorts sarcastically with a smirk as she mentally activates a teleportation circle beneath them as Igor drops from the window and seeps itself into the floor as Hagnes watches the goings on with hair all frizzled like she just came into contact with a few thousand volts of electricity and is barely standing on her own two feet as green and purple lights oscillate as it surrounds the pair. "I kind of get that which is why I'm rather happy you stopped by. It makes getting pregnant that more easier and assured."

"What the freak?" Kodyax demands to know as he and Rebecca appear in a fully equipped dungeon like he had encountered in many forgotten crypts as well as more than a few active malcontents in the region that he has had to deal with. "Exactly what is going on here? I had no idea this existed around here so what gives?"

"I kind of stumbled on it while doing some inventory revue of the store and its surrounding environs and I've been meaning to show it to you and get your opinion on just do I have here." Rebecca admits freely as she gets undressed and approaches a series of cuffs on chains hanging from the ceiling. "Help me into these cuffs please? The keys are hanging on the wall."

"Of course you want to be suspended from the ceiling." Kodyax says ruefully as he shakes his head and heaves a heavy sigh before darkly chuckling to himself. "How long have you been waiting to show this to me for kinky play?"

"A few weeks, I had to make sure everything was in proper working order and safe to use." Becky shamefully admits as Kody approaches and with his help she hangs from her wrists and ankles before looking at him expectantly. "Well, I think we talked about this sort of thing a while back."

"You weren't joking were you?" Kodyax asks as he shakes his and darkly chuckles as she gives him a fiendish grin as she is spread out and ready to be fucked by anyone that cares to fill her holes.

"Nope," she fully and lustfully admits as Kodyax removes his armor and cloak to stand completely naked in front of her. "If you need help getting it up, come over here and let me lick you."

"You just want to wet my scrotum and get my cock out, not to mention good and hard," Kodyax teases with mock indignation as he knows full well that when she wants him to fuck her, she gets rather impatient about him getting his tool good and ready to use on her as he moves his groin as he stands over her and she eagerly licks and suckles at his package to get his canine cock out of its sheath and fully hard enough to penetrate her folds as she is actually kind of impatient to have him inside of her and he knows it all too well as he moans in sheer ecstasy at her administration on his most sensitive parts with her tongue. "You really know how to use your mouth to please me, you know that, right?" His question elicits a giggle from her but she does not stop her mouth from attending his package to get him good and hard so he can properly fuck her which is something at this point he has every intention of doing as he feels his getting rock hard, almost hard enough to start his knot in forming before he changes positions which disappoints Rebecca until she realizes why he does it as he teases her a little with his cock tip on her pussy lips before thrusting fully in and receding to near total egress before doing it all over again. "Well, that's a good start but let's get knotty shall we?"

Kodyax wastes no time and gets right down to business, much to Rebecca's delight as she is on the receiving end of his passionate administrations as he lowers his muzzle to lick and suckle at her tits, his tongue playing around with her nipples, much to her utter sexual delight even as she enjoys the ramrodding of his cock into and subsequently almost completely out of her pussy. He does his best to hit as any different pleasure points within her with each subsequent thrust he makes within her body to ensure that she has as much of a good time as he can provide her and thus proving once again that the trust she places with him to be a confident and competent lover is well chosen and she reaps the rewards for her trust with the sheer level of pleasure that he provides her with the care and diligence of his lovemaking and once again, Becky is beginning to question her decision against declaring Kody as her mate and husband even though his oaths make such a status between them difficult to achieve. They are both members of the Druid Council organization which different but equal expectations on both of them with Kodyax being the one to investigate natural disasters to make sure they are natural and not manufactured as in the latter case he has potentially retribution duties to perform while Rebecca is expected to use her abilities to aid agents of the council like Kodyax should he require it and to live in harmony with nature as much as possible which means taking note of just how much she is harvesting from the natural world to fuel her spells and potions and to ensure that she inflicts no lasting harm on the environment as she conducts her business which she has so far been doing her best to achieve even if it can be limiting in certain cases, the benefits she reaps from her association with the Druid Council far outweighs any inconvenience she must go through to achieve her wanted end results.

A sickly green mist seeps into the chamber where Kodyax is having dedicated sex with Rebecca and begins to coalesce into the form of the swamp hag Hagnes but not before Igor activates some industrial fans that Becky installed to remove harmful gases from the house everywhere and in this case gases include the misty form that Hagnes assumed to snoop into Becky's house and watch her amorous activities with Kodyax and the fact she is actually trying to get pregnant instead of just going through the motions as she and the other hags in her coven believe those that they have threatened will do to try and fool them just as they are trying to con their would-be victims into obeying their very tumultuous and completely random whims which they feel entitled to impose on others for no other reason than they are card carrying members of the Unseelie Court and this includes the right and privilege to outright terrorize the community of mortals unlucky enough to find themselves near enough to a coven and where they decide to set up shop and in the case of Hagnes and her sister hags they selected their current location with the goal of maximizing their potential for the spreading of terror and misery. Psychically she curses Rebecca for installing such an effective counter to her efforts to snoop around and discover her secrets since she is of the fey and an agent of the Unseelie Court and her as a mere mortal has no right to disrupt her gods, gods of darkness, shadow, strife and suffering but still gods, given mandate and benefit over the lowly insignificance of mortal lives that must accept their fate and just let superior beings like herself and her sister hags do whatever they please to them without protest or resistance. To add insult to injury Rebecca just laughs uproarious which further incenses Hagnes but the witch responds that she got the permission of the Seelie Court to have the fans installed and knows at least one nymph who is a member of said court and may just make a report to her when all this is said and done which falls on mostly deaf ears as Hagnes is already gone and she would return with something very nasty if she did hear as the Seelie and Unseelie courts are diametrically opposed to each other but the report has dark repercussions for the coven as the local members of the Seelie Court are well within their rights to contact agents of the Druid Council with whom they have long since allied with and authorize them to organize and execute a wyld hunt against the coven to strike them down.

Rebecca's sudden outburst of mocking laughter causes Kodyax some concern as Igor makes its way over to them pushing a podium as it does so with an unopened book situated on top of it that Rebecca is embarrassed to acknowledge its presence as it is a well-used book in which she has penned every eldritch and otherwise otherworldly entity with whom she has signed a pact with for various contracts, most of whom she has already met the conditions of their bargain on her end but many of whom she has not enacted the benefit from the other side of what was promised once she had completed her end of said bargain and at least one of those pacts is with a member of the Seelie Court and this incident of dealing with Hagnes and her harassment is something she is obligated to report upon as per her agreement although exactly when she needs to file said report is entirely upon her discretion at this point. In fact there is a voluntary bonus clause in one of those contracts that she is fulfilling right now although Rebecca herself is quite unaware of its existence as the bonus clauses are things she rarely pays attention to as she figures them to be irrelevant and arbitrary and usually they are, especially when dealing with fey lords as this particular one contract was with a satyr prince who is not as high in standing within the Seelie Court as he once was but his lack of standing is something he was reticent to include when writing up said contract and in her copy was largely omitted but the specifics of that hidden optional clause is being fulfilled as the fact that her carnal encounter with Kodyax specifically as he is a more senior member of the Druid Council than her as well as the fact that she is acting as his sex slave to potentially impregnate herself is all part and parcel which will garner her additional support when she makes her report on this particular incident and it will invariably filter its way back to him eventually. She glares at her familiar with a gaze that screams "Not Now!" which does little to curtail the ooze's actions as it tries to draw her attention to one contract in particular, specifically Prince Romper the satyr lord whom both of them know all too well as a quick glance at the highlighted page causes Becky to face palm and shake her head as she really doesn't want to deal with anything related the supremely horny satyr noble and somewhat prestigious member of the Seelie Court even as she gives Kody an encouraging smile as she is thoroughly enjoying what he is doing to her and moans in ecstasy to show her appreciation.

His member gets harder with each subsequent thrust and with another five minutes of intense rutting his know starts to form which she can feel as she licks her own muzzle in lustful anticipation as this formation of the knot means he is about ready to release his load within her which she knows all to well as her mating instincts as a bitch are quickly kicking in and the anticipation of his load filling her womb is making her semi crazy as all she can do now is wait and try to grind her hips with his as best she can until the release happens as she hopes and prays that there is already an egg cell attached to her inner walls waiting to be fertilized with his seed which will make this endeavor worth while since this is how she will get pregnant and thus be able to counter the threats from the coven no matter how vehemently they wish to object and accuse her of lying about her pregnancy but it won't matter because whatever spell or ritual they want to try and cast will simply be wasted as the mere fact that she will be with child will prevent the wanted result from occurring. He begins to breathe heavily as he feels his knot starting to form, sealing them together for a few minutes and ensuring that he will indeed be filling up her womb with his seed as he does his best to continue to give as much pleasure to his partner as he can, although nagging thoughts begin to plague his mind as the prospect of becoming a father, the chances of them not being compatible in this celebrated life event are slim to none which they both know all too well as the consequences start to haunt him like specters rising from their graves. She wraps her legs around him, not wanting to waste a drop of his seed flowing into her as the throws of heat is driving her to want it all, or at the very least as much of his semen as she can retain to insure that she does indeed becomes pregnant and can flip off the coven of agents of the Unseelie Court at her leisure with little to no fear of reprisal from them as she did what they demanded of her.

Kodyax howls in ecstasy as he unloads and as he does so, Rebecca lifts her own muzzle and joins him with her howl intermingling with his own as only two beings who are kin to wolves can accomplish as their blended vocalization reverberates throughout the house and spreads clearly for miles around for anyone who wants to listen to enjoy or quake in fear depending on their general opinions in general whether they are aware of from whence the howl originates although those near enough to lend an ear to take in auditory broadcast and can recognize either voice they are generally inclined to smile or smirk knowing exactly what the vocalization is intended to signify. Hagnes is beside herself in absolute anger as more than likely it means she and her sisters can no longer harass Rebecca as the demand they made upon her has either already been fulfilled and if it hasn't it soon will as Kodyax is not shy about the fact that he has romantic and sexual interests in Rebecca which is not a good prospect for the coven as they have the outright protection and at times authorization from them to go after covens like hers. As she stands there and glares intently at the treehouse and shop of Rebecca a huge Jack-o'-lantern headed figure with vines forming muscles around its wooden mannequin frame as it dances back and forth with flames of purple and green emanating alternatively from its carved oversized gourd head that frightens and disturbs Hagnes as she finds all she can do is watch in abject horror from an unnamed fear that not even she can accurately identify but the feeling she feels down to her very bones is absolutely intense and all she wants to do right now is run away but her legs refuse to obey the orders from her brain to flee the scene for her own safety.

Samhain is a time when spirits of the dead and of nature that are normally naturally unseen by mortal eyes, druids like Kodyax can sense the presence of nature spirits but he still can't see them, can manifest in a direct and visually obvious manner to walk among the living and those folks that while rarely seen often benefit from the hidden labor that is performed on their behalf. Such is the case with the ogre sized leshy currently terrorizing Hagnes as it is a collection of spirits coalescing together in a singular manifestation designed to peacefully interact with those who treat the natural world with honor and respect, both Kodyax and Rebecca are both cases in point in this case as they both respect and try to honor the spirits of nature as best they can with varying results as a direct cause of this but their dedication is largely unquestionable, and do their best to protect them from darker fey creatures and spirits, like Hagnes, and do their best to keep these being that the nature spirits disapprove of from actively harming those that they do approve of. As such, this is one of the few times such spirits have known to act in an aggressive manner towards anyone but the sheer amount of power manifested is enough that even those that live their lives without much thinking about the supernatural aspects of the natural world are forced to take notice and thus wisely and respectfully give such spirits a wide berth to protect themselves from harm while those that actively engage in behaviors and participate in activities designed to annoy if not outright anger the spirits of nature for their own twisted amusement do their best to hide themselves from the sheer rancor that manifest from the assumed forms that actively wish to harm those malcontents that would abuse and destroy elements of the natural world.

Almost as if coming to her rescue, a blue skinned, black-haired hag with long jagged nails as black as a cloudless and moonless midnight sky standing as tall and with much the same body proportions as a troll, Black Alice has come out to play as well as see what has happened to her sister hag Hagnes as she has been gone from their coven for a bit of time and there is much mischief to prepare and perpetuate before the night of Samhain arrives. Hurricane Marion the sea witch is waiting for the return of her sisters to the cauldron so they can plan out just what they are doing this Samhain Season to really instill a fear of the fey into the hearts and minds of these unworthy mortal beings so they final treat the hags with the respect and complete slave like obedience they collectively crave and feel ultimately entitled too from those poor unfortunate souls so far beneath them that any attention they give should be treated as the unconsciously given favor of a great monarch. Not everyone shares this opinion of course but the coven is just as dedicated to making examples of their superiority and the sheer magnitude of power they can unleash on those unwise enough to displease them although none of them are willing to admit that there are peoples and forces that can effectively resist their advances and desires, Kodyax being just one such individual who has in the past and will in the future be among those that have no problem knocking the stuffing out of their collective belligerence and prove that they are not so all powerful and omnipotent as they would others believe and abject worship them because of it.

Black Alice glares at the pumpkin thing with unbridled anger and rage, she has never been known for her calm and calculating demeanor, that part of their coven was usually Hagnes and her sometimes silver tongue with a razor's edge for those that dare try to interrupt or correct her as she usually brooks no dissent from lesser beings, an attitude that has gotten her skull split on more than one occasion. However, the fact that this scarecrow is making her unable to mock it with strongly chosen and cultivated words is cause enough for Black Alice to become enraged and stride towards the thing with a gait that just screams belligerence and the potential for violence just waiting to be released on whatever poor unfortunate soul just so happens to cross her path and does not have the common sense to flee and make themselves unavailable to be mauled by her vicious claws and gnashing wrought iron fangs. Unfortunately for Black Alice she chose to harass and mess with something she really shouldn't be bothering with as the nature spirits inhabiting, animating and ultimately guiding the giant scarecrow are none too happy with their coven, well aware, one might conjecture too aware, of the shenanigans that she and her sisters have been perpetuating as of lately and they are incensed by their misdeeds and by that token more than willing to punish her and her sisters for their transgressions which Hagnes got the gist of and why she is paralyzed with fear herself right now but Black Alice who fears nothing screams obscenities at the creature which draws its attention to her and her alone. As one might suppose drawing attention to yourself as Black Alice has done from the supernatural scarecrow really is the epitome of bad ideas because it is fortified with primal magic which is a force not even she can overcome with her personal rage, strength and overall belligerence as the scarecrow is expecting such hostilities and has taken mystical countermeasures against such a thing from being overly damaging to itself while its own claws have all the sharpness of fine still and all the fey busting ability as if they were forged of cold iron.

The alternating green and purple firelight pulse up from the carved holes in the pumpkin head especially makes Black Alice angry as she almost charges her way to the oversized scarecrow who is at least twice her height if not more which does nothing to persuade her that attacking this thing may not be in her best interests but instead incentivizes her rage and cranks up her ire to insane levels as she works herself up into a frenzy that would make a berserker green with envy. The scarecrow is unimpressed by her belligerence and swats her casually with one of its hand claws and knocks her back about ten feet through the air and then she rolls back almost comically for another five feet until at last she is able to sit up and violently shake her own head, presumably to displace the cobwebs within with extreme prejudice as she is very dizzy from the blow and slow to rise and get back to her feet, cradling her head in her own clawed hands which of course further incenses her as how dare a mere thing do this embarrassing injustice to her as she screams bloody murder and charges at the scarecrow full of rage and in full battle mode. Strange shadows dance and cavort around the scarecrow like celebrants of a forgotten festival lit by the every changing bonfires of Wonderland, a place like no other that the fey may travel to and back to what is generally agreed upon is the really real world with but a thought however, mortals must find portals to explore its weird environments that are at times wonderous as well as macabre either in alternating currents or even coexisting in an eerie symbiosis, with forms that both real and not real at the same time as Black Alice soon finds out as they collectively yank her out of her charge and force her to join them in their everlasting and truly exhausting bacchanal.

Black Alice curses and tries to lash out with her claws to free herself as Hagnes blinks her eyes and finally comes to her senses as the realization that even with the black annis backing her up this is a fight she simply put cannot win and is thus a waste of their physical and mental resources which would be much better put into the service of the mischief they were planning. She starts to admit to herself that the fool's errand she assigned herself was also a waste of time since it's obvious that Rebecca is going to getting help from Kodyax in freeing herself from the predicament that they were trying to inflict upon her and antagonizing the druid-ranger is dangerous as he is high enough within the Druid Council that if the Seelie Court authorizes a Wyld Hunt he will be one of the huntsmen coming after them and he comes after them, then it's practically guaranteed that one of them will be dead before too long. Hagnes creates a mystical lasso that she uses to capture Black Alice and drag her into the swamp where they both will be safe from the manifestations of nature's spooky side however, she knows it will turn her sister's anger against her instead of the plant thing she was trying to destroy and hopes the fact that she is a fellow coven will curtail her more violent tendencies and keep the attacks made against her will be verbal only and not physical in any way shape or form although depending on the level of her rage there is no guarantee of that.

"HAGNES!!!" Black Alice screams at full volume as she is extremely angry right now. "What in the Gloom counties of Wonderland are you doing? I could have taken that damn thing! We have to teach those stupid sycophant pages of the Seelie Court the consequences of defying us!"

"Oh, calm down, Alice!" Hagnes thunders back. "Count Kodyax is in that Occult Shop and while you look down on mortals like I do, that damn wolf-bear has taken down trolls before with very little effort on his part. Trust me, you would fall easier than summer rain in a violent thunder storm."

"I do love storms," Alice says wistfully and begins to dance as Hagnes rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disgust which causes Alice to give her a dirty look. "What!?!"

"You really do have selective hearing don't you, Alice?" Hagnes asks sarcastically. "I was mocking the damn druid! Storms are his specialty! He commands the wind and the rain and the lightning and the thunder! Why do you think we call him the Storm Lord?"

"Has he constructed Storm-Keeper?" Alice asks pointedly. "That weird weapon is the badge of authority for the true Storm Lord and as far as I know he doesn't have that magic sword-spear."

"You didn't even see that corrupted, mutant orc!" Hagnes yells back, "I saw him teleport somewhere with the witch before you and that scarecrow came along. I didn't see it either but he is skilled in crafting I know that. The only things he buys from Crowley are potions he can't readily make himself."

"And where do you think you're going?" Alice growls as she watches Hagnes makes her way towards a cave and as Alice reluctantly follows only to find a piratically dressed crone using something to stir an oversized cauldron when she looks up and glares at the pair coming in.

"About time you two showed up." Marion growls while still stirring the cauldron before turning to glare her one good eye not covered by an elaborate eye patch directly at Hagnes. "Well, what the fuck have you been up to?"

"Calm your winds, Marion," Hagnes growls as Marion removes an oar from the cauldron and brandishes it like an oversized club. "I was going to terrorize that witch Crowley when that damn druid Count von Fenryx came to patronize her shop and she led him off somewhere."

"To get laid no doubt," Marion snorts with wry bemusement. "Well, more likely than not the Druid Council will know about our latest schemes. I told you to be discreet in who we threatened. I still think she might be part of the Council as well. You know how serious they take it when we threaten one of their own."

"Just because a known enforcer of the will of Council is sweet on her does not necessarily mean she's part of the Council, Marion, sheesh!" Alice grouses and folds her arms across her chest. "Although in light of recent events she may have access to resources we didn't know she could access previously. Now whether this is because you're right and she is part of the Council, they do accept witches I'm told, or she got them through that damn hunter is debatable."

"Regardless," Marion says dismissively and waves her hand in a dismissive gesture as she glares at her fellow coven members. "She is now fully under his protection. Not that she wasn't before mind." She especially directs her baleful gaze at Hagnes for this as she among them is the most greedy when it comes to spreading fear and suffering, often getting Alice to enact some of the more terrible and physical aspects of her threats but as far as the sea hag is concerned, this is neither here nor there as it matters little enough in the long game. "We knew that occasionally Kodyax would stop into her shop for reasons other than shopping. And if you can't figure out why let me know so I can smack you with wave cutter." She raises her oar with a menacing grin that elicits a similar response from Alice and just outright disturbs Hagnes.

Rebecca is in the throws of ecstasy as lays on her back with Kodyax's cock knotted within her, a load of his semen sloshing around in her womb as she knows it should be, especially with her now tying to get pregnant with the adventuring warrior priest of nature itself as the sire of her offspring which brings a smile to her face as they wait for the knot to deflate but still his muzzle is attach to her bosom and in this moment, Becky would not have it be anywhere else as she relishes the pleasure he is giving her. Her inner walls spasm as she does her best to milk his cock for as much of his seed as she get out of him as she is in the process of ovulating and she unconsciously wants to ensure that she gets the best possible result from her partner so their pups can be the best they can be as she begins to lactate as her body prepares to satisfy the hunger her pup will eventually have and will need to be fed from her as their mother and which she will only be too glad to nourish him or her. For the here and now though, the fresh milk only makes Kodyax concentrate even more on her breasts which greatly amuses her as she basks in the pleasure his attention to her nipple affords her as he eagerly slurps down her milk as a part of her is now curious as to what does her milk taste like and vows to bottle some of it to sample later although unbeknownst to her these randoms thoughts are not exactly limited to her own head as Marion, who tutored her in the art of witchcraft years before planted a kind of listening device in her brain during that time so that she could be privy to the inner thoughts of her student whenever she had a mind to listen in. After the knot deflates enough that they can separate, Kodyax and Rebecca work together to prepare a meal of fried chicken with extra spicy breading, spicy mashed potatoes and a mixture of vegetables consisting of broccoli, cauliflower and carrots which they both love to devour as a matter of course as there are many chicken farms in the area that readily sell parts to anyone with the coin to offer a fair price.

The pair sit across from each other, both still completely without clothes as neither bothered getting dressed nor saw a reason to do so as they were only planning on the two of them to consume the meal and after having a great sex session like they just had there really is no point in wearing clothing except maybe to protect themselves from getting hot grease on them although Becky's mind is filled with other ideas involving food that she hopes Kody will let her experiment with including the application of honey to certain sensitive areas of her body for him to lick off. In fact the coffee they are enjoying is enhanced with cream and honey to sweeten it up as the magic filter box makes sure the grains of ground up coffee beans do not invade the pot from whence they pour their drinks from and overall the meal between is very much enjoyed by both participants, both due to the food itself which they expertly prepared as well as each other's company although for her part, Rebecca is mentally planning a part two to the love making session they just completed not too long ago if for no other reason than to ensure her pregnancy. She lifts a foot up under the table to caress his package as best she as she licks her muzzle as yet another way to indicate that she is not completely satisfied with him and wants more of him inside of her, to which he just smiles and nods his head, agreeing and non-verbally acquiescing to her unspoken lustful request as he has no problem whatsoever making love to the witch as he enjoys not only her company but how their bodies fit together as lovers.

A chime goes off indicating someone has entered the store and Rebecca grabs a crystal ball to see exactly what is going on and immediately shakes her head in disgust at what she sees as a gang of goblins who are dressed up like dinosaurs are perusing the contents, no doubt hoping to rob the place disguise as trick or treaters thinking the owner would not know the difference and the fact that Samhain is still some time in the future which she is well aware of as she mentally goes through the activation process for the various golems she has created and hidden amongst the shops actual offerings for purchase for just such an occasion. The shrunken heads moan and speak words from foreign lands that sound sinister and ominous but as far she and Kody know are nonsense words but are emitted to give the chamber a truly creepy vibe to it to scare the morbidly and criminally curious which indeed makes the goblin raiders outwardly quite nervous as they fervently look around as if trying to discern the source of the noise before a series of marionettes painted to look like skeletons as Harry Belefonte's "Jump in the Line" starts to play mysteriously and suddenly. Now the goblins are panicking as they storm out the door as one, pushing and shoving each other out of the way to get out the area and just to injury to insult Becky animates some brooms to beat them through the door as the song "Zombie Jamboree" plays immediately as the first one ends enhanced by the illusion of zombies crawling out the ground as if there were unmarked graves here and dance around which scares the goblins so much some of them lose all excretory control; peeing themselves and involuntarily moving their bowels as they run away as if their lives depended on it.

"You went a little overboard on animation and general entertainment spells, didn't you?" Kodyax asks facetiously as he smirks while watching her defenses activate and drive off her would-be robbers. "I'm not sure if we're really authorized to use that kind of magic, but it looks like you have all this set up to try and scare off thieves."

"That's pretty much my intention," Rebecca freely admits with a guilty smile as she holds her crystal ball close. "I control things with this crystal ball and the application of cantrip energy to get the animation rolling. The only other thing I use it for is for enchanted displays for Samhain and Yule among other times of the year."

"All within the parameters you're allowed as far as I'm concerned." Kodyax postulates as he is a witness to what she is using to defend the business she has set up for herself. "Borderline according to the more conservatives on the Council, but I have my issues with them myself as they don't like the fact that I'm willing to use firearms to kill targets I'm assigned to take out from the ones that usually hand out the missions I'm supposed to be undertaking."

"What is the issue with firearms?" Rebecca asks incredulously as she gives him a disbelieving look. "They made be loud but the way you use them for one is quite effective."

"The noise is a complaint I continue to hear and for the most part discount but they also don't like the ash cloud they produce." Kodyax says with a shake of his head ruefully as he does not approve of the detriments himself. "I liken the noise to the repeals of thunder which of course is one of the main sources in which I take my power and the cloud is about as obscuring as the smoke given off from wildfires which is another source I sometimes tap for power. Most of them are animal and plant druids and not elemental druids like me."

"And among the elemental orders, you've master, what? Three of them?" Rebecca asks respectfully as she knows this can be a sore subject among druids as their has been in fighting in the past but she just wasn't aware of how extensive it was and never wanted to antagonize him by asking directly.

"Yeah," Kodyax says honestly as he shakes his head and deeply sighs. "I've mastered storm, flame and wave and I'm off and on working on stone, or have I mastered that already? I don't always remember all I've learned as I use the other three far more frequently. Stone is not as much help in the marsh or on the plains as flame or storm as storm is wind or air magic as well calling down lightning."

"I see how that could be more helpful actually," Rebecca responds with a knowing nod. "Underground it would be very helpful but your duties usually don't take you there."

"No, and I'd like to keep it that way, thank you, very much," Kodyax says as he ruefully shakes his head. "I'm one of those on the council who like to think of the underground as a prison or storage facility for some of the worst things we ever discovered on the surface as well as keeping other things we stumbled over already down there that we want to keep down there for the safety of all."

"When did you go underground?" Rebecca asks worriedly. "I've heard rumors of nasty things lurking around down there. I'm in no hurry to go exploring down there, thank you very much."

"That's a good attitude to take actually," Kodyax freely admits. "I have to go down there occasionally to look around and a lot of times it creeps me out. Plus some of the weirdest monsters I've ever killed lurked down there."

"Do I even want to know?" Rebecca asks even though she has probably read about many of them but never physically encountered them and neither does she want to.

"I'd say, probably not," Kodyax returns honestly. "I've seen things that should only exist in the nightmare sections of the dream dimension or in parts of Wonderland where it is extremely dangerous to visit, much less dwell there."

"I have no desire to move to Wonderland even I had the means to," Rebecca freely admits as she shakes her head in disgust. "I get enough of an annoying distraction from the fey courts as they play out their little cold war shenanigans in our dimension, I can't imagine what they do to each other in Wonderland."

Occasionally I'll have meetings I can't get out of that send me in there to give a report and maybe debate some point of contention with the Seelie Court." Kodyax admits ruefully. "You think they're flamboyant and arrogant when they visit our reality? The grandiose extras they put into everything down to the finest detail over there can be utterly nauseating."

Rebecca shakes her head and continues to eat her meal with Kodyax as they look out a largish window, she had installed to keep an eye on their surroundings while making meals or when waiting for an expected guest or in his case a welcome guest whenever he comes along for the occasional visit. Now it afford the druid-ranger and the witch-investigator the opportunity to witness the giant jack-o'-lantern creature lurking outside the shop that scared away the hags as they assess just what the thing is and what it might want and for this sort of knowledge check, Kodyax is slightly more well versed than Rebecca as it is fueled by primal magic which he is specialized in and it only takes a few minutes for him to realize that this is not one entity but many all coalescing in the pumpkin primarily but also in the wooden mannequin body on which the jack-o'-lantern acts as a kind of head. He smirks to himself as he surveys the scene as they have very little to be concerned about since as a druid-ranger and a kind of enforcer within the Druid Council Kodyax is a kind of mortal guardian of nature and since his conscience is clear of any wrong doing he has nothing to fear from the creature and while Rebecca is an occultist in her mystical practices she also serves the council faithfully and lives as much as she can in harmony with nature itself; thus she and her shop are safe from the pumpkin thing since her practices do nothing to provoke its rancor.

Kodyax raises a pewter mug of hard cider in salute to the creature with Rebecca quickly following suit as she finds the thing mildly disturbing even if he assures her that she has nothing to fear from it as her practices are well within accepted guidelines with the council and she asks him to come in and check up on her from time to time to make sure everything is on the up and up both for peace of mind that she will have no problems with other members of the council and as an excuse to be in his presence for a while. Other members of the council that very much do have a problem with the way Kodyax have come into her shop with even stricter guidelines and leave very disappointed that even by their more stringent standards she's clean, although to be fair she has advanced warnings of these surprise visits from mutual friends of theirs who are themselves opposed to some of the shenanigans some of these officials inflict for no other reason than just because they can and because by proxy they are trying to stress out the hunter through his supplier of occult materials that he sometimes needs to complete his tasks. Of course the fact his staunchest detractors have never faced a nocturnal terror face to face tends to make their arguments invalid, no matter what they may claim otherwise which is why Kodyax summarily ignores their complaints which only incenses them as they feel tht every member of the council must obey them and since the hunter has better things to do than lend an ear to their rants they are even more insistent on him being forced to not only to listen to their complaints but put their suggestions into practice regardless of his opinion on how much they are lacking any sort of merit and in some cases might actually be dangerous to put into practice as he very well knows for all his years of experience.

She is getting tipsy from the hard cider and while she was randy before from the fact, she was mostly in heat the fact that she is nude, drunk and has a man she likes submitting herself to for sex and especially in matters of breeding herself as a potential sire and you have a recipe for a raucous encounter in the bedroom as she plays with the honey and drips some of it on her tits and pussy to entice him. The fact that he needs little encouragement to ravish her is very much an understatement at this point as guides her onto the table so that he can lick and suckle at her tits to clean them before proceeding to eat her out much to her satisfaction as she makes subtle head motions to the bedroom which he needs little prompting to carry her into to continue their little affair. A queen sized bed beckons the pair as he carries her across the threshold as a groom carries his bride although Kodyax takes special note to not bang her head against the doorframe as they enter as he takes the fact that they have both had quite the share of booze between them, having fully drained a full gallon of hard cider that they both enjoyed as he lays her down gently on the bed before crawling on top of her as she spreads herself in an open invitation for his invasion into her nether regions.

He needs little encouragement to ravish her sexually although even in his current inebriated state he is going to make sure she is safe and enjoying what he does to her more than anything else as he knows that in the morning when they both sober up, they are going to have one heck of a hangover and makes sure the animated wooden dolls she keeps around herself for her own amusement that occasionally do random chores to help their owner out prepare some good strong coffee for them to drink tomorrow as he knows they are both going to really and truly need it. Disturbingly all the dolls in the house from the simple rag dolls to expensive and extendedly detailed porcelain dolls are all animated as a matter of course making them into a kind of potential army of them that will pick up any implement they can lay their appendages on and fight to defend their home from any and all intruders but for now they gather and climb up the chairs and desk and other furniture in the room to gaze at the sensual spectacle about to go down which Kodyax finds mildly disturbing as he looks around to see all the faux eyes watching them and waiting for the show to start to which Rebecca just shrugs her shoulders and gives her part time lover a guilty sheepish grin. Knowing there is little he can do but still finding the situation exceptionally creepy Kodyax lowers his muzzle to lick at Rebecca's tits as he rubs his sheath against her cunny lips which elicits a groan of pleasure from the witch and a bevy of approving nods from the dolls which he does his best to blatantly ignore for the sake f his own sanity which is hanging on by a proverbial thread at this point.

Rebecca draws Kodyax into a passionate kiss which only enhances his own libido as he begins to peak out of his sheath slowly but surely getting fully out and hard as he gropes her breasts, much to her pleasure and enjoyment as she angles her own bottom to be especially receptive to his love tool as it emerges, ready for use as it escapes temporarily from its safe haven and venture forth to be utilized to its full potential for their mutual pleasure as Kodyax knows just why Rebecca is so nonchalant about the observers as he can feel some advanced fertility magic permeating the air around them although exactly from where it is coming from he has no idea. From a shadowed corner of the room a tentacle terminating into a rather bulbous eyeball comes snaking out from regions and dimensions unknown but it takes a keen interest in watching the lovemaking process of the druid and the witch as lust inducing pheromones begin permeating the room, accelerating the process in which Kodyax subconsciously gets tool ready for use and the hardness one would expect to result from such a psycho-sexual endeavor to manifest in the physicality of his member as well as enhancing his overall desire to breed with her in a weird sort of psychedelic incense that is very subtle in its application but highly effective once its intoxicating effects take hold of the participants. The sounds of alien harps and flutes begins to play next which somehow enhances the effects of the incense already making the pair even more intoxicated in a truly lustful manner with jungle drums coming through as well to stir the primal passions within and both participants are currently way too caught up in the moment of their current carnal celebrations that would put to the shame the most enthusiastic orgies ever dedicated to Bacchus.

Kodyax thrust his skin blade into her sacred scabbard with as much authority as he can bring to bear an ramrods himself with differing angles to maximize the sheer height of the sensual pleasures he is enacting within her with the efforts of his lust fueled careening of his cock within her as her inner walls clench and release his member only to clench it once again as she wraps her legs around his legs and her arms around his neck to contain and enhance the pleasures they are both being bombarded with both mentally and physically. Primal grunts and groans also make themselves audible that neither sentient participant in the celebration of breeding in its most primitive application and fashion as the reasoning part of their psyches becomes suppressed to point of being imprisoned in a cell with each individual's own mind for better or worse although the internal realization of such phenomenon occurring is slowly being actualized, at least by Kodyax and while he is not ready to exert his mental strength and break free of this enslavement to their primal desires he is mentally scouring his memories to find the source of all this psychic chicanery as well as internalize the necessary methods of freeing one's self from these psychic shackles. The answer to his unspoken inquiry comes suddenly and hits him like a lightning bolt he did not summon as the images traditionally associated with the black goat with a thousand young arise unbidden within his subconscious and almost causes him to shut down right then and there as he tries to reason just what this outer goddess could possibly want with them and what do they need to do satisfy her dark needs so that she can and will relinquish the psychic control she has now established and is enacting as a primal passion play no doubt for some brief amusement for her from whatever extra-dimensional prison she was locked away in so many eons ago as he feels his knot inflate despite efforts of the entity to suppress it before he explodes within her and a feeling of lustful contentment washes over him as the music and exotic incense that was assaulting his senses before begins to fade away and dissipate as the room returns to what constituted as normal before all this ever occurred.

The next morning, Kodyax makes an eggs and muenster cheese omelets for both of them, dinosaur meat sausage and savory hash browns as the coffee brews of its own accord thanks to enchantments placed on it long ago by Rebecca herself who is slow to join him and when she does, she does not look good as she looks like she fighting nausea and worse which gives him pause but he cannot leave his cooking unattended to go check up on her as she sits down with a goofy grin on her face and wearing nary a stitch. Despite how she is actually feeling, the memory of what they did last night lingers in her memories and more than counters the morning sickness she is dealing with as mentally her head is in the clouds no matter what physical hell she might be plowing through just to get through the morning rituals of necessity she must perform for her own survival as smaller versions of the jack-o'-lantern thing they saw last night brin a pitcher of orange juice and a pair of tall glasses to the table to be joined later but steaming mugs of coffee with cream and a bowl of granulated sugar already on the table. Kodyax looks at her worriedly as physically she looks worse for wear and that has him concerned on numerous levels both for her safety and her sanity as she seems mentally in another world at present and while exploring your own happy place is usually a good thing, especially with mind numbing trauma all around you as this situation has the potential of degenerating into, dwelling there for too long is not good either as it can detach you from reality that you begin to act like the kind of villain psychological horror tales excel at exalting in the midst of their storytelling.

"Becky?" Kodyax asks tentatively with a worried tone as he sets two plates on the table for him and her before caressing her face which causes her to nuzzle his hand affectionately. "Are you alright there? You're kind of worrying me here."

"Yeah," She says wistfully before the smell of breakfast hits her and she realizes that first off she's very hungry and secondly that somehow she transitioned from the bedroom to the kitchen without cognizantly realizing she had done so. "OK, it would seem we had a really good time last night, so good that I don't rightly recall any of it."

"I'm going to need to examine you later," Kodyax says as he looks her over with some concern. "I felt an otherworldly presence that was watching us, taking part in our lovemaking or both. And quite frankly I find that part disturbing most of all."

"Well, that's disturbing," Rebecca agrees as she cuts up her omelet. "I put wards in place, especially in the bedroom, to prevent that sort of thing. The last thing I want to deal with are peepers."

"I know you do," Kodyax responds with a nod. "I trust your ability as a spellcaster as much as I trust myself, but this felt like one of the dark elders, the bloated mother to be specific. How we got her attention I don't know but I'd love to find out."

"If I had to make a guess," Rebecca says with a look of disgust as she eats the sausages and hash browns. "I'd say Hurricane Marion or one of her coven members. I studied briefly under her and saw her deal with shady stuff. Which is probably one of the reasons I'm a target now. Somebody is afraid of what I could reveal."

"That would not surprise me in the slightest." Kodyax says neutrally although his face register that he does not like the ramifications should it prove to be true, a sentiment Rebecca shares abundantly. "But, how were you feeling when you first got up this morning?"

"Nauseous, I need to get checked out by a doctor, no offense, your medical knowledge is not that extensive as I think I might be pregnant probably from last night's session." Rebecca says with a smirk. "You're expertise is in causing damage, not repairing it."

"That's one of the things that worries me." Kodyax freely admits. "Some really weird stuff went on last night and while I enjoyed the mating and I know you did to." Becky just gives a lusty grin and a nod as her non-verbal answer. "I'm almost positive something came a calling. I managed to have something resembling a conversation with your dolls golems and from what they saw I think we gave a performance for the dark mother."

"I'll have to interview them myself," Rebecca says with a heavy sigh as this is not exactly something she was planning on doing today, but in light of last night and Kody's own expertise in fighting off the machinations of those entities who play sick games of their own devising with mortal entities such as themselves, she's inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Which should be interesting, all things considered, as I did make them to be more observers than anything else so it will be interesting to hear what they saw last night, and I know they saw something nasty from how some of them were still shaking when I woke up."

"With all of them watching us last night," Kodyax darkly jokes, "I felt like we were giving some grand performance somewhere for a somewhat select audience." He gets a punch to the arm for that to which he just smirks and smiles as if he trying to provoke that response in the first place as he just gives her a fiendish grin before continuing with: "I know you like some creepy crap, Becky but those dolls are something else entirely and you made them that way?"

"Yeah, I do a lot of things in my workshop and experiments in the lab." Rebecca freely admits. "But I do my best to clean up my messes when they occur. We really should be getting dressed."

Kodyax nods at the suggestion as they both rise from the table and clean off the dishes as well as the table itself as a team, Kodyax had cleaned off the skillet he used previously to make breakfast, before going to get dressed with the druid having no qualms at sneaking up behind the witch to grope her breasts from behind to which she moans and doesn't even try to resist as she knows better and the fact she is enjoying his naughtiness. Rebecca dons a long green dress with standard witch hat to match as Kodyax dons explorer's clothes that have special runes in them to keep him comfortable in the most extreme weather and will allow him to breathe underwater should he need that stored spell as the outfit is shades of green and brown which is quite plain but given this is to allow him to travel in various places and be non-assuming in his appearance this is exactly what he needs and why he created the clothing and enchanted it to begin with. Once dressed they go downstairs to the shop area to find a family of rats looking over her stuff with great interest and when they see Kodyax more than a few of them get nervous and start putting back things they had taken with little to no intention of actually paying for them as one of them dressed more or less like a plague doctor sees the pair and begins to approach cautiously as while Rebecca is well established as the proprietress of the shop it is usually assumed when he is there Kodyax is a kind of security guard, which he isn't but also has no intention of letting would be thieves the truth of the situation.

Rebecca is amused by the situation, although she does her best not to show it, as while her relationship with Kodyax is more a friendship with occasional bouts of something deeper, the fact his mere presence makes would-be thieves think twice before applying their "occupation" on the goods she has for sale is more than enough to be thankful for his patronage and friendship when times like these arise and they can both benefit from the arrangement. Due to the current situation Kodyax is inclined to hang around a bit to make sure the rats don't steal from her as even if they attack en masse they would be little match for him even without weapons although the plague doctor is another story as he might have business to attend with Becky as they exchange a look and she activate some the minor constructs she has on display with high price tags to ensure nobody just buys them off of her which disturbs a few of the thieves as one of the objects in question was something they were considering pilfering. All of this amuses the plague doctor, who is an alchemist by profession, and has come by to see what kind of wares she sells but his instincts as a chiurgeon alerted him that the lady who runs the shop might be in need of some of his services as a physician a pursuit he has been chasing throughout his lifetime and while he has picked up many useful tricks along the way, he always finds there is more to learn and more to experience as approaches the pair in as much a non-threatening manner as he can accomplish.

"Greetings, madam and good sir," the plague doctor rat says with a respectful bow. "Please excuse my forwardness, but I am Doctor Rupert Mengel, a traveling physician, may I be so bold as to offer my medical services?"

"Good day Doctor," Rebecca says evenly albeit skeptically about his overall services, "I do have a need for an examination, my friend here is a druid and a ranger and thus I feel his expertise in medicine is not exactly where I should like it to be."

"I am a monster hunter taking assignments from the Druid Council on a per needed basis." Kodyax explains plainly as he keeps an eye on the other rats just to make sure they are not trying anything. "In addition to my normal patrols and helping out Rebecca with her various needs."

"What sort of examination are you in need of?" Dr. Mengel asks pointedly as he occasionally lashes his tail at one of his family members to keep them in line as he is very much annoyed with their behavior.

"How long after intense intercourse does it take for signs of pregnancy to be readily noticeable?" Rebecca asks point blank which give the doctor cause to pause at the boldness of the woman as Kodyax moves to get a better look at what a trio of rats are doing while keeping close enough to Rebecca to aid her if need be. "Case in point being that Kody and I had quite the session just last night and I want to know just what are the chances that I can confirm or deny my suspicions of pregnancy as a result of our collective efforts?"

"It can be quite difficult to say with any real precision," Dr. Mengel freely admits as he scrambles to remember his training in these matters and the factors are varying wildly. "I take it you are both kymera?" They both give him a nod as the other rats start to file out as it's too difficult to steal anything with the burly wolf-bear watching them as closely as he is. "And you are both part wolf if I am not mistaken so it shouldn't take more than a day or two for the feelings to intensify. I would monitor your feelings and if you are consistently experiencing morning sickness over the course of a week I would recommend seeing someone."

"Well to be fair we have not exactly been trying consistently." Rebecca says as Kodyax just shrugs his shoulders but agrees with her wholeheartedly as last night has been their most intense session of lovemaking they have had to date.

"Becky, I can still smell heat pheromones coming from you," Kodyax cautions although Doctor Mengel cocks his head sideway and takes out a special wooden pinwheel tht slowly starts to turn on it own as Kody gives the doctor a queer look.

"Interesting," the good doctor proclaims in a thoroughly neutral tone of voice. "It appears the druid is correct, not exactly perceptible to my nose but again you are part wolf and the canine sense of smell is renowned for a reason."

"Great," Rebecca says simply as she glares at Kodyax. "Don't you have some hags to find?"

Kodyax just grins like he was the cat that ate the canary and makes his way outside and Rebecca instantly regrets her words as it will mean he is going to be away for awhile and internally she can feel the hunger from heat only growing as she knows he won't be back until after sunset at the very least or the next day or at all if the hags are as good at vigilance as they suppose. Not that she believes for a moment that they are so paranoid to have monitoring sensors all around their lair cable of detect intruders who have years of experience defeating prying eyes specifically on the lookout for someone determined to sneak up undetected to their door like Kodyax is trained and wont to do as he puts no stock in benevolence of hags and their erstwhile activities, he has been a ranger-druid enforcer for the Druid Council for him to rely on gaps in their security but rather his own training and proven methods of distracting and otherwise fooling the sense of the dark fey when they are paranoid enough to be actively looking for trouble that very well be prowling about on the lookout for them and the center of their erstwhile activities. Shadow-Water swamp ultimately empties into the ocean of despair where malicious and ultimately intelligent sea monsters are very well known to dwell and Hurricane Marion is extremely well known to truck with loathsome entities for her own amusement and whenever possible her own personal profit which she uses to fund her personal campaigns of terror as well as contribute to the communal wealth of her coven.

The area is not one he cares to frequent if he can avoid it as there are hazards here besides the hags that he doesn't like dealing with if he doesn't from the gator folk and other kinds of lizard folk that obsessively worship the dark god Bokrug, rumors of a snake folk that card carrying cultists of Yig to frog and toad people that worship Cthulhu for some odd reason the cults of evil intentioned reptile and amphibian humanoids that dwell in the Shadow-Water are a bit numerous to properly contemplate less it grants you night terrors to haunt your dreams for months to come if not the rest of your mortal days in this life time. And while there have whole evenings with the local agents of the Druid Council that have argued and debated on just what should be done about all this corruption there as of yet never had a concrete and definitive resolution been settled upon by enough of the members to reach a majority which Kodyax finds mildly disturbing but there is little he can do about it so he rarely gives it any serious thought. However, if there is one thing that Kodyax has figured out a long time ago it's that some of the various tribesmen are easy enough to rile and when the pot is stirred just enough they go to war with each other and cause enough of a disturbance that the hags have to come out of hiding enough to calm down the chaos enough that they do anything resembling coherent thinking which will lead him right to them and all he has to do is keep himself hidden and make his various plays so subtle that his paw is never suspected at being behind any of the hullabaloo being roused, a somewhat miraculous task to be sure, but he has pulled it off every now and again.

One thing that he knows abundantly from years of practice is that in order to pull this off one thing he can't rely on is weapons of advanced technology as nobody here, except maybe the snake people, has access to that sort of thing and even a longbow might be viewed as the work of an outsider as more often than not, javelins are the weapons of choice if not blowguns which he is loathe to use as the scent of his saliva is a subtle but inevitable giveaway to his presence that he can't afford to risk. Still he is very familiar with the methods each tribe uses to construct their javelins as he has pried enough of them out his own hide to have built up quite the collection and all those samples have given him enough instruction as to be to make javelins from specific tribes so as to make those he attacks from ambush with said javelins be thoroughly convinced that it was a member of the tribe being duplicated that attacked them no matter what an innocent member of the scapegoated tribe might say as nobody trust nobody out here. He expertly makes a gator folk javelin and doesn't have long to wait to have his first victim present himself as a toad folk scout gets a little too close to his crafting site for his comfort and thus Kodyax nails his head to a tree with a well thrown javelin and the scout never even knew what hit him or that he was so close to a one the mammal based humanoids that they all hate but remain at each other's throats to be able to unite and be a threat to those mammals that live in and near the swamp except in isolated cases where they manage to capture and eat what they perceive as intruders to their sacred lands.

The toad folk see their fallen brother and the large, especially given the fact that they are roughly the same size as gnomes whereas the gator folk are roughly the same size as the brutish orcs and bugaboos know to inhabit the shay mangroves of the swamp, javelin impaling him to the trunk of a mangrove tree and they are instantly incensed and go out looking for a gator folk to kill in revenge. Soon enough they find one who is talking to Black Alice and after making a distraction to separate them, they may hate mammals but every last one of them has lost enough members to the ultra-violent Black Alice that give her a wide berth if they can to avoid her wrath, and once sufficiently distracted the surround and murder the gator folk outright before they flee to avoid getting caught by Black Alice herself. As for Black Alice herself, she finds the dead gator folk and is pissed as she was going to try and seduce him into having sex with her because she's in that kind of mood and she doesn't feel like using her magic to shapeshift into one of the various mammals although she does get stray thought that gives her a lustful smirk that leads her to make her way back home and propose a question to her fellow coven members for her own amusement principally but the sheer irony of it may just amuse her fellow coven members enough that they freely share their knowledge with her and that is what kind of form should she take to seduce Kodyax himself into sleeping with her unwittingly.

While Kodyax is blissfully unaware of what vile thoughts are running through the mind of Black Alice he does see her and without missing a beat follows her as stealthily as he can through the tees as best he can as he knows the ground has more sensors and monitors to alert them than he properly knows how to take account for and thus traveling from tree to tree is his best bet of approaching their lair with them unawares. When she reaches the cave mouth he stops, as he is unsure of just how to proceed and just going in blindly is dangerously absurd so he retreats for the moment and makes his way to the center of the swamp where the waters of dark ocean mix freely with blackened waters of the swamp to create a kind of fetid estuary impossibly deep but not entirely abandoned as a weird labyrinth of piers, jetties and boardwalks come together to create a unique fairground upon a strange and sinister circus is built up with delights both innocent and cruel to absolutely perverse have been set up under the guidance and rulership of a truly bizarre clown known as Jack de Rex von Mood the unspoken ruler of the Shadow Moon Carnival. Kodyax is very much unnerved by being here as the very presence of the carnival is one of the nightmare counties of Wonderland made manifest on the physical world which scares him as he knows full well what kind of twisted faerie folk dwell and work here with the whole troupe unrecognized by either court but existing almost beside in its own perverted court where pleasure is king but the definition of such feelings are left purposefully undefined and open to interpretation.

"Leaving so soon, Count Kodyax?" Jack inquires loudly and dressed in a weird combination of the traditional harlequin in red and black as well as the white clown of European circuses with a porcelain mask on his face like the classic joker from any poker deck you care to mention. "Such a pity as I have been waiting so long to give you personally a tour of my own wonderous domain."

"How did he know?" Kodyax harshly whispers to himself, remonstrating hos own blunder of getting close to the carnival for the fey lord to somehow sense his presence. "My apologies, Jack de Rex von Mood," he says in an apologetic tone. "I was unaware my travels had brought me so close to your domain. I should know better than to pass by and not pay you a visit by way of courtesy if nothing else."

"There is no need to apologize my dearest Count," Jack says in an extremely soothing voice that puts Kodyax at unease as he knows full well that Jack is an independent lord of the fey which means he needs to choose his words quite carefully here but internally he smirks as there could be a way of using this situation to his advantage as there is no love lost between Jack and either court so maybe he can arrange for Jack to have some fun with the coven. "So tell me my dear druid-ranger, what brings your auguste personage into my portion of these dreadful swamps?"

"Truth be told I am investigating a coven of three hags that operate here in these swamps." Kodyax says somewhat vaguely as he is largely unsure of how to proceed as fey are almost always unpredictable at best but serious psychopaths like Jack take that to an extreme like few others can. "One of them has even threatened a witch whose company I rather enjoy but I dare not bore you with the details."

"Oh, no, no! This simply cannot be allowed to stand," Jack says amicably with the face on his mask taking on the countenance of a sinister smirk as he extends a grand gesture with one of gloved hands, black with a red heart like that found in a poker deck with his other hand colored red with a black spade on it again like the suit of poker. "But still, even hags deserve a little fun every now and again, and who knows perhaps I can get them to switch sides so to speak and join up with my little crew." He chuckles and this and pirouettes gracefully but dangerously as if he were some predatory dancer awaiting the next opportunity to do some kind of preying of his own, almost like some fiendishly wicked alternative of Jack Skellington. "Why that is a capital idea! My Lord Kodyax, you simply must introduce me to these hags at once!"

"I suppose something could be arranged," Kodyax says guardedly as the wheels in his head start turning frantically as this has both good and ill consequences depending on how he can manage to pull it off and his mind is racing as he needs to come up with a definitive plan of action and fast as Jack is not exactly known for his patience but a potential snag grabs his line of thinking and prompts him to inquire: "Just how long does your leash stretch, my dear Jack? The hags are not exactly far from here but I know the reach of your power when not standing physically within your great carnival usually reaches only so far."

"Oh, my dear, dear Count Kodyax," Jack coos as if saying his fairly meaningless title amuses him no end as he threads himself through his own knees like some impossibly limber contortionist with a grin on his face usually reserved for the wickedest of the wicked. "This is the season of Samhain! Within approximately a thousand miles in any given direction my power is exactly as potent as it is when I perform in the big top!"

"Of course it is," Kodyax responds with a feigned smirk as he forgot how much this swamp was connected to the nightmare zones of Wonderland and how this season of Samhain is especially to dark fey such as himself which is extremely frightening as the idea rolls over and over in his mind like a demented Ferris wheel of phantom terrors barely able to be glimpse save in the light of the moons that pass by on their nightly parade across the sky as Kodyax struggles to come up with the words he needs to present Jack to convince him that he is standing strong before him and not two steps away from fleeing in utter terror as a part of him wants to do oh so badly. "Forgive my reticence, after finding their lair I had little wish to confront the three of them together as I was nit sure if I could survive taking on a swamp hag, a sea hag and a Black Annis hag all at once not that you'd have any trouble with them of course."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear boy," Jack says with a tone dripping with dark joy which internally worries Kodyax as while he is stalling for time, not that he's waiting for anyone to come and rescue his sorry tail, he knows by all the rivers of blood flowing through the dark realms that's not going to happen, but rather coming up with a plan that will allow him to escape as Jack more than likely will overextend himself like he is prone to do as his pride is just that overblown with an ego roughly the size of this entire swamp as Jack continues with laying out his own grandiose plans for the evening: "Now, we will need to arrive in the proper carriage and I know just the conveyance to use." He claps his hands above his head as weird little men with pale white faces, painted red noses, exaggerated painted smile and red dots upon their cheeks all male with neon green afros and full-on beards to match with work clothes in a riot of colors come out of the caravan carriages and gather around Jack. "Ah here you are, my minions, fetch my gilded jail coach and the clockwork lobster to pull it and do it as quick as you can."

Tiny droplets of blackened water begin to fall like rain as the rumblings of distant thunder can be head faintly as a smirk comes to Kodyax's face as even as corrupted as nature has become in shadow water swamp it still responds to his presence in ways he definitely appreciates as being a member of the order of the storm occasionally means getting caught in the rain and loving it when you do as Jack de Re von Mood is none too pleased by the precipitation even if he is used to it by now as the swamp frequently has flash rain storms that last up to ten minutes and then are gone as quickly as they came. Rain intensifies as the dark merrymakers escort a massive thing out storage along with a barred carriage gilded with such finery that it would be right at home in any circus or royal court to contain beasts and monsters for display or people that shown off for various reasons, usually to be made a full on mockery thereof and thus it is a tool of humiliation whether the person or thing inside realizes it or not although Jack places himself in the carriage's gilded cage without giving it a second thought what so ever. For what exact purpose the clockwork lobster was originally constructed for and how Jack himself got his gloved hands upon it are mysteries Kodyax is more than willing to let remain unsolved at present as he gawks at the thing and contemplates in his own mind just how is going to control this crazy contraption as its anatomy is a direct, albeit greatly enlarged as this thing is easily the size of a city bus, copy of the sea creature from whence it has appropriated part of its name.

Kodyax pulls the hood of his cloak over his head as he climbs the gilded carriage to reach the driver's seat as he has not doubt he is going to be expected to drive the thing where it needs to go in order to get to their intended destination which is but one reason that Kodyax is reluctant on just what his part in this whole affair is to be as he has little idea on how to defeat the hags in straight up combat and when it comes to purveyance, well, if there is one thing almost all fey lords are good it's social combat, the use of words and phrases to convince someone to give up the ghost and just sing along as the case my be. The sickly sweet smell of enchanted cotton candy wafts through the air and Kodyax has to steel himself from not throwing up as he knows the vile practices that go in the construction of this foul confection which makes him want to leave this place as quickly as his legs will take him but he mentally constructs a fortress around his intellect to keep himself resolved and committed to the task at hand even if he thinks it was probably folly of his part to agree to even converse with this most wickedest of clowns. He examines the driver's box intensely and almost wants to ask for an instruction sheet when he spies an owner's manual under his seat and begins to read intently and quickly on just how this contraption works and how to get it moving towards their destination which he only vaguely knows but for his own safety and sanity he does his best not let on the truth of the matter and his lack of genuine knowledge as his hunches and observations have lead him down false paths before he hopes he has everything right in his own head as an error in this arena could be extremely costly, and mirthful musings about gambling with one's own soul as collateral aside the intensity of the situation is absolutely not lost on the ranger lord as he fully aware of his duties and his responsibilities to nature itself and those who would try to live peacefully with their fellow residents of both regions and so while the stakes are high, so are the potential rewards if he can pull this off.

Many scrying eyes are monitoring the situation for their own purposes but most of them are at least somewhat sympathetic to his plight if not outright on his side with some of those involved being higher ups in the very organization that he ascribes to as a peer review of his dedication the general cause of the Druid Council and how responsible he utilizes the resources afforded him to carry out his duties and responsibilities so as to make sure his actions bring the least amount of harm to the innocent and maximum amount of carnage to the guilty. Rebecca Crowley is watching partially because she is honestly affectionate towards Kodyax von Fenryx and because he is potentially the father of her pups and while a part of her desperately wants to use her magic to actively aid him in his endeavors she restrains herself if only just barely as she fears for not only his life but her own as well as Jack de Rex von Mood is infamous in these parts for his reach and the sheer wickedness assigned to him either directly or via proxy through his many minions that serve him with little regard to their own safety and well-being. The other observer of his actions is Waldenkaiser Diedrich Plainsman, one of archdruids within the council and a direct supervisor of Kodyax himself and while the stag may not always agree with the methods the hunter uses to complete his assignments even he cannot deny that the results are more often than not highly effective in how things work out when all is said and done as he sits underneath a waterfall, letting the torrent flow over him as he uses his magic to scry on Kodyax with an image of the druid-ranger forming on the falling waters before him.

The fact that he is working with Jack de Rex von Mood is nothing against him, using one force for the powers of darkness to contain or restrain another force is just seen as smart strategy within the Druid Council and from his body language this is not a decision he came to enact readily or perhaps even voluntarily which it wasn't as Jack surprised him and what followed was his best attempt at surviving as he knows only too well how volatile and how completely and utterly random Jack can act so while it may seem desperate, because it is, the fact that he is still alive is a testimony of his ability to think on his feet. The clockwork lobster surprises Kody in terms of how fast it can both move and maneuver, factors that make controlling it all the more difficult even as he appears to be accomplishing the task fairly well which is making quite the impression on Jack who absolutely expected them to crash by now and the fact that they haven't means his abilities as a driver and a spellcaster are proven beyond a shadow of a doubt as Kodyax has used a very minor electrical spell to help with his control by slowing the thing down at critical junctures along their journey, a path even he is not sure is the correct one. To his surprise they actual go past the cave entrance before too long and he has to keep using magic to get the clockwork lobster to turn around and arrive where they are supposed to be for the most part as the rainfall intensify to the point of almost drenching him which worries him as nobody has really tested the waters around here to see how toxic or not they are and with him getting soaked in them he may have to use some special healing magic on himself to ensure he isn't inadvertently poisoned as he hears Black Alice tromping her way from inside which is another cause for concern he hadn't been paying much mind to on the way over as he was too busy making sure they didn't crash or do something worse, exactly what that would entail he has no idea but he is still glad he didn't get to find that out by default.

Black Alice blinks in utter surprise and disbelief as she emerges from the cave complex she shares with Hagnes and Hurricane Marion and gawks at what she sees before her as this is a series of things she never thought existed, let alone would one fine evening be at her doorstep waiting to be received by her and her coven with the driver's face obscured enough that she does not recognize him at first glance, and she only gives him a single half glance as he looks plain enough to be easily ignored especially compared to the gilded carriage and the strange clown within as well as the mechanical thing that apparently provided locomotion for thing to transport it from wherever it came from to their humble abode. Kodyax is at first quite nervous, but does his best not to show it, as Alice looks him over as briefly as she does and then goes to regard the clockwork lobster, the carriage itself and Jack specifically and is relieved as she does not recognize who he is as of yet and for that he does his best to internally only breath a sigh of relief and wonder how long can this deception be kept up as he goes through numerous scenarios in his head and not all of them ending pleasantly for him personally, but for now it seems that Jack himself is entertained well enough. Unwilling to gamble on how long Jack is willing to be mirthful before his mood switches to something else entirely, as it is prone to do with him as Kodya is only too aware of, Kodyax is quick to disembark from his perch and make his way as quickly and safely, the ground is almost a skating rink of slippery mud now and the rain is still pouring down relentlessly only making matters worse, he comes around to the door that will allow Jack to exit the carriage and make his way beyond.

As he steps out of the carriage Jack's get almost impossibly large and wide as if to make sure he can safely traverse the muddy expanse between the carriage and the cave as he takes out a rainbow colored umbrella whose expanse would rival the canopy of a small tent in how large and expansive it is that thoroughly ensure that he will not get soaking wet and the whole scene would be uproariously hilarious in its absurdity if it wasn't for the fact that Jack has a murderous streak in him that seemingly has not trigger but will activate itself at seemingly random times. Black Alice is at first highly amused at the situation, recognizing Jack as a fellow dark fey creature but unaware of exactly whom he is but the mood switches and sours as they get closer and she realizes that traveling with this delightfully dark and comedic fey is a persona that is absolutely non grata and completely verboten in her presence and demands to know why he is here as Kodyax is quick to realize the shift in the winds of fate and introduces Jack to Alice who has her arms crossed across her breasts until she learns that this is THE Jack de Rex von Mood and is so impressed that she immediately invites him in but demands that Kodyax remains outside which Jack is quick to agree to and dismisses Kody which he is only too glad to obey but before snagging a praying mantis and subtlety casting a spell on her to make her his spy and neither his spellcasting nor the mantis is acknowledge as they go even deeper into the lair while Kodyax beats a hasty retreat to make sure he is still gathering information but at a safe distance. Strange and vaguely humanoid creatures that resembled the result of the unholy union between a frog and a catfish jump out of the water near the cave to confront him but he uses a whip to swing into the mangroves and out of harm as the creatures cower before him as he brandished the whip which makes him wonder as he takes a moment to search the wide body of monster knowledge he has collected over the years to see if he recognizes just those things were as he probably could have taken them if he had to but he is not sure when it was he had encountered them from before and he knows he came across them somewhere when it hits him that they are lesser wicked fey often associated with swamp hags called killer leapers which means they were probably minions of Hagnes whom he really would rather not deal with right now if he can at all afford it and it looks like he made a wise decision to retreat as they begin to gather by the score and toss their javelins at him as he does his best to get back to his own treehouse and relax so he can gather his thoughts and write up a report on what he has found.

"Welcome home, Count Kodyax," Wardenkaiser Diedrich says as he sits on a chair in what could considered the living room of the treehouse which startles Kodyax to the point where he reaches for his axe when he realizes whom addressed him and somewhat relaxes. "My apologies for startling you but we have much to discuss you and I."

"Oh, good grief," Kodyax grouses before sitting in another chair closer to the overhead balcony where he often reposes to contemplate events and circumstances of his daily life. "What have I done now?"

"Much," Diedrich admits openly and honestly. "But I dare say most to all of what you've done is within allowed parameters for agents, especially well established and trusted agents such as yourself."

"What sort of activities have I committed that are so close to the line between what's allowed and what's not that you feel the need to invite yourself into what I have established as my private domicile to have this conversation?" Kodyax inquires in a tone that readily conveys his annoyance at the mere presence of his superior as well as the weight of the circumstances currently weighing on his own conscience even as a part of him right now wishes only for a long nap. Forgive my lack of candor, Wardenkaiser, but it has been quite the eventful day today and I am very much tired and weary."

"Eventful?" Diedrich says in a piqued tone as n eye ridge quirks up and a smirk plays upon his muzzle, "I have been watching you today, Kodyax, as part of the required peer review, I must perform upon everyone I have working for me." Kody calms down from his alarmed state previously by a hair but is still not completely convinced. "Tracking dark fey, especially those associated with the Unseelie Court is often a requirement of our office but usually done on a per assignment basis. What reason have you for your independent following of a known hag to her lair?"

"Honestly that affair we are apparently going to be going into is a rather personal matter as members of her coven have been threatening one Rebecca Crowley an associate with benefits of mine and thus protecting her and her interests coincides with my own." Kodyax admits honestly as he pours himself a glass of wine and would offer one to his superior if wasn't for the fact that he has already helped himself to a glass that he takes a good draft from before continuing.

"The witch Crowley is a member of the Council herself." Diedrich reveals, drawing a shrug of the shoulders response from Kodyax. "She should have reported it," Diedrich has to stop himself as Kody gives him a demanding and perturbed look that non-verbally challenges what the wolf-bear undoubtedly perceives as a direct challenge to his own judgement from his superior that is extremely unappreciated.

"She did report it," Kodyax growls in response. "To me or do I not have the authority to take such complaints and deal with them as I chose to do today?"

"I see," Diedrich responds calmly and coolly but Kodyax can tell this factor does not sit well with him. "Well, that explains why you chose to assign yourself this task, highly unusual but not exactly uncommon. What sort of business were you on at her establishment that led to this conversation, from what I know of the witch in question she hardly a delicate flower in need of protection."

"Far from it," Kodyax admits freely before taking a short draft of his chosen libation. "In fact, she and I had engaged in a non-ritual enacting of the rites of spring the evening before which was interesting to say the least." Diedrich's eyes go wide as he realizes the exact kind of activity he is describing and almost chokes on his wine which elicits a sadistic grin from Kodyax before continuing with: "Which if I remember correctly is a focal point of the threat, she received from the coven itself."

"We are not permitted to take mates and you know this all too well." Diedrich growls threateningly. "Although fraternization between is not forbidden and in some cases even encouraged." Diedrich deeply frowns as this is a point of contention that actually favors Kodyax and his activities much to the superior's sorrow. "I may have to look into this matte personally but for now I find myself appalled by this new information about your relationship with Miss Crowley and may need to have a consultation about it."

"Elder Treevant Ali-Baba is approximately ten miles south of here." Kodyax offers in a tone that is on the surface kind and helpful, but beneath is an undercurrent of malice. "If you hurry you can have a chat with him while he is still quite alert and willing to chat."

Diedrich walks into one of the walls to leave but not before his mostly empty glass directly at Kodyax as a passive-aggressive way of protesting the very suggestion as both of them know full well that Ali-Baba does not like Diedrich on bit but is very friendly and amicable towards Kodyax which is entirely why the wolf-bear made the suggestion to the stag which twists the knife of being able to defend himself from the other's unspoken accusations. Kodyax raises his glass in mock salute only to deftly catch the other glass with his other hand as a sadistic smirk begins to creep upon his face as he has won the war of words between them for now as he walks out unto the balcony and almost drops his own glass as a quartet of burly bat-winged gorillas with Moroccan style vests, shorts and fezzes to match as a third arm on each extends out their chests t scratch their chins in quiet contemplation perch on the trees just outside his balcony. Flying apes, as they are known, are fey creatures that work primarily for Jack de Rex von Mood and their mere presence here disturbs Kodyax no end as they are enforcers for the psychotic clown lord of fey which begs the question of just why they are here as they give him a wicked smile as one then the extra hand points two fingers towards their own eyes before then pointing those same two fingers at his eyes, repeating the action two more times before flying off.

Kodyax shakes his head in fear and disgust as the flying apes were there to send a message from Jack that he is watching the druid, which is something Kody already suspected but good to know he's not just getting paranoid in his old age and that sinister forces are actually keeping tabs on him which means he needs to be careful as to where he has conversations and makes plans for his moves against the psychotic fey lord as it means that privacy and secrecy are now an even bigger priority than they were before just to make sure that whomever is looking over his shoulder doesn't reveal his plans too soon. He doesn't feel like making a big deal out of dinner so he grills up some sausages and grilled cheese sandwiches as well as makes some mushroom and tomato soup, drinking chilled mead as he does so more to keep himself on an even keel as anything else even as he brews some coffee so that he doesn't get too drunk to end the day as it has been trying enough without adding anything to it with intoxication. Relaxation is a hard thing to come by at the end of this trying day as his mind races through all the events he went through previously; many of them border on nightmare individually but combined into a series of events strung together by fate and whatever otherworldly forces have conspired to make his life more interesting for their entertainment, he stumbled upon this scene in a dream that refuses to leave his waking mind no matter how much he tries to purge it, have apparently been working overtime to really push the envelope, not just today but for this entire month as he finishes his meal and goes to bed.

He goes to sleep alone, unaware that this will change at some point during the night since there is one more event that will happen, not to him, but to Rebecca as the hags don't take too kindly to having their plans disrupted and since Jack has already promised to take care of Kodyax in his own fashion that leaves Rebecca as their target as Hagnes hires a tribe of goblins particularly well know for their love and use of arson to terrorize everyone around them which pleases the swamp hag particularly well for the mission she is going to assign them. Under the cover of darkness easily afforded by the twilight of evening the goblins gather round the tree, a thing they both love and hate as they are so easy to burn and make for such an excellent pyre but they are often so well protected by folks that would rather see them spread their branches higher in the sky than they really ought to, each carrying a flame thrower and a lot of incendiary grenades to make sure this tree goes particularly nicely to create glorious pyre for the dark ones and see so that their wicked efforts may lauded on high. Choking smoke almost suffocates Rebecca in her sleep, but she wakes up just in time to realize just what is going on and while there is no time to gather resources, she quickly dons her best dress and hat before grabbing her broomstick and dons her satchel which contains duplicates of everything she will need to rebuild and climbs out the window to see the goblins assaulting her home with fire as her own burn with hate towards them as she mounts her broomstick and flies over to Kodyax's treehouse for safety and make a formal complaint with him.

She finds him fast asleep when she enters his bedroom chamber and strips herself in anticipation of some activity she is not going to get which slightly disappoints her as she curls up next to him in bed but she knows this just his normal sleep and thankfully not the full on hibernation he sometimes goes into when things get particularly calm and peaceful so his services as monster hunter are not needed quite so much which she sometimes fascinating to just watch him sleep like he was dead unaware of the goings on in the real world around him. As she drifts off to sleep besides him, her breasts pressed against his chest, little does she know that something eldritch stirs within her womb as a thing not of this or any other known realm or reality really extend tentacles made of an inky substance that is probably best not contemplated on exactly what it could be, out of her vagina to coil around and caress his scrotum as well enter his sheath to explore what manner of substance is contained therein which induces great discomfort both in the one being probed and the not so willing host of the thing doing the probing. More tendrils of a substance best not well defined extend themselves from the host to probe and explore the tail holes of both the host and her beau which causes them to toss and turn uneasily as Kodyax partially awakens to find he is not alone in bed and is about to reach for a weapon to defend himself when he discovers a few things that scare him wide awake and fully aware of the situation as it is currently going on.

First and foremost he discovers that his unsolicited sleeping partner is Rebecca herself which means killing her and asking questions later are completely off the table but he may not want to discard his battle axe just yet as the situation is anything but normal and in dire need of answers to the burning questions inside of his head as soon as he can arrange without causing undo harm if any as he has very little desire to use his stored healing potions if he doesn't have to although he highly suspects that healing magic will be needed before all is said and done. He takes out a wand he rarely uses and vines come out from every nook and cranny of the chamber and wrap around Rebecca who is first alarmed and is then greatly annoyed that he would do this to her without so much as a warning to which he just smirks and shakes his head before grabbing her fully wrapped and contained body, bondaged almost like a cocoon or a mummy, and takes her into his lab and workstation and lays her down on one of the slabs and while verbally she's not saying a dang thing, non-verbally she's saying quite a lot of things that are not exactly what one should like to hear, especially from a lady's muzzle. He fully acknowledges that she is not very pleased with him and while he does understand exactly why she is feeling the way she is feeling he did it for her general safety as well as his own and wriggling of the thing inside of her trying to break free soon changes her mind as while she can't exactly see what is going on she also doesn't want to know as her look to Kodyax changes very quickly from angry condemnation to desperately pleading for help.

He puts on a white lab coat and strides over to a counter where there is a grotesque chest carved to resemble the severed head of a gug that Becky looks at and cocks her head to the side and gives him an incredulous look which truthfully only amuses him as he opens it carefully and deliberately before taking out two potion vials he stores in the pockets of his coat before shutting the chest and striding towards as she shakes her head and lets out a heavy sigh as she still can't believe he has that thing. He then angles the bed so she drink the potions he is about to administer and she again glares at him as he labeled them in the secret tongue of the druids which she can't read and he knows that but he gives her a smirk and angles the bottle so she can read the underlabel of the green one which is written in common and declares it be a cure disease potion prepared at very high level for maximum efficiency and knowing that whatever is inside of her will more likely than not be killed by the application of that spell, opens her mouth and gladly accepts the potion which tastes like limeade and thus is surprisingly pleasant to drink. He begins to take out a red potion which again has two labels on it as Rebecca begins to convulse and thrash on the slab which causes him to grimace as he knew the thing was not going down without a fight and why he strapped her down to protect her from herself and whatever the thing inside of her might attempt to inflict upon her as the magic does its work and destroys the foul thing that should not exist in the reality that he and Rebecca share as her eyes go wide as if it was trying to invade her brain and takes over but with a final set of convulsions stops and she collapses onto the slab breathing heavily as Kodyax gives her the other potion and after she just went through, trusts that he knows what he is doing and just drinks it down, smirking to him and herself that of course it to be cherry flavored and nods her head as she sees that it is an infusion of restoration and regeneration in one is immediately extremely thankful that he had the presence of mind to prepare both of them.

Satisfied that she is no longer a threat to herself or anyone else, Kodyax frees her from the vines and while she is still very much confused as to what manner of process she just went through and her trust in Kodyax never really waivered that this was something he had to do to save her and probably himself from what monster was lurking inside of her as his experience in dealing with terrors seen and unseen is vast as he has more or less made a career out of it. Rebecca is panting heavily as she was running on fumes after getting woken up by her treehouse getting burned down while she was sleeping and then the ordeal she just went through tore even more out of her physically in terms of upping the ante of exhaustion as she is conflicted in her head right now as she wants two things that are rather mutually exclusive but the one can certainly proceed after the other is done and those two thing are sex and sleep preferably she can have the first one before settling down for the second one as she is now extremely horny. Kodyax is more tired than anything else but is highly amused when Rebecca starts rubbing his sheath and massaging his scrotum with her hands giving a crystal ball clear indication as to what she wants right now, right this second as she looks at him with a licking of her muzzle and eyes that just scream "Fuck me, please" which is a pleas that even as tired as he is, he just cannot deny her, especially after the ordeal that she just went through, in the back of his own mind there is a part of him that is smirking and would be shocked if she didn't want to get fucked and whatever that thing was, he has great suspicion Shub-Niggurath had something to do with it as it's just her style, chances are whatever child they might have created earlier was consumed by the thing and might have given her false hope that she was pregnant and if that is the case, the least he can do is give her another pup to replace it and thus he gathers her into his arms and takes her into the bedroom fully intending to fill her up with his seed and impregnate her tonight if he can.