Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

"You're on your own now!" – Ottar's mind declared and went to celebrate the beginning of spring.

Blood... what is his blood needed for? If not to quench her thirst? There's no better use for it...

– Ah... thirst... – Ottar whispered. – For you... I would sacrifice anything!

Her body... hot as a flame! No creature in this cold, Void-ravaged world possesses such warmth! Blood is life! A crimson ray of perfection amidst a realm of death and despair!

A bestial growl emanates from the Bloodfiend's throat. She responds to her with the passion of a creature that has slumbered for many years, awaiting this moment. No niceties, no preliminaries! Only thirst and lust! Even if tonight Ottar experiences the fate of a praying mantis, he will have no regrets!

She bites into Ottar's upper lip, growling in unison with him. The Bloodfiend feels unable to move – a force greater than his holds his hands. At the same time, he feels claws digging into the back of his head... how strange.
His pants and underpants are pulled down, and now he is fixed, like an animal at a slaughterhouse. Once, twice. Warm and soft. Three, four. Slippery and cold.
– Don't struggle... – she growls, biting into his lips again. Something is getting into his eyes, and he cannot open his eyelids unless he wants to go blind.
Something long and slippery touches his tongue... palate... throat, and goes further. Below the belt – a terrible itch and cold. Something grabs and pricks his short sword, as if he had stuck it into a centipede's nest.
– Rrah... you are mine.
Finally, Ottar finds a moment to look at the beautiful stranger... Is she beautiful?

Larvae crawl over his face, tentacles wrap around his limbs and crawl into all the openings. If he wants to lose consciousness, he can't. The nightmare lasts forever... Again and again, he opens and closes his eyes, but he sees the same image.
And then he wakes up. And he feels very bad.
Ottar loses 10 sanity.
Ottar receives: mysterious disease.
Strength, endurance, and willpower are halved.

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- Will you lower the price for reinforcing heavy armor? - Cassius addresses the craftsman.

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He will sooner experience the fate of soiled sleepwear.

– Noble sir, we will be left completely penniless... Polishing is just labor, and here there are also materials.