Sealed

Talitha's disguise worked well. Surprisingly well. If only her acting skills were better than Tommy Wiseau's. She stood alone, in front of the three armed men guarding the door between the catacombs and freedom. Jonathan and Saikhi watched her from afar. Ready to charge in if their plan failed. It definitely looked like it was going to fail. Taking on three armed guards head on was a less than ideal plan so it was up to Talitha to distract and disarm them. Draw their attention away for long enough that Jonathan and Saikhi could sneak up on them. Talitha started off strong, the guards were put at ease by her beauty and her tightly fitting robe. She clearly looked the part. Undoubtedly a Sister. No need for them to ready their weapons. Then Talitha opened her mouth.

"It is I... A Sister of the Cult! I beg thou passage to the place above!" Talitha's words were stunted and robotic. The men grew suspicious. She was blowing it, she readied her mind for combat but remembered what her chieftain had told her. She should try to be a little less aggressive. Only one option left to try besides combat. Talitha removed her gown. It felt amazing. Finally her body could breathe without being suffocated in so much fabric. The guards leered at Talitha's body as they mumbled to each other.

"What do you think, Lieutenant Sten? Can we keep her?." The leftmost guard said.

"Uh... yes, mister Sten. Can you keep me?" Talitha said, squeezing her breasts. Her line was delivered much more convincingly than the last.

"No, we can't, the Captain could be back any minute now." Sten said, which caused his subordinates' faces to sink. A grin grew wide on the lieutenant's face. "I'm just fucking with you, they could be hours. Of course we can keep this slut for a while. It beats the hell out of just standing here."

The men advanced upon Talitha, their hands grasping at her curves. They paid special attention to her ass, giving it a few firm slaps and they explored her tattooed body. Talitha reached her hands into their pants. This was the first time she had played with a cock that was outside of her tribe. She was enjoying it more than she thought she would. She felt the soldiers grow in her hands as she began to purr. Talitha could get used to this kind of attention. She slid to her knees as she began sucking and stroking the soldiers' cocks. She savoured the taste of the new men, they tasted different from daddy. The soldiers' eyes fixated on Talitha's. Her eyes reflected in the dim illumination of the tunnel. Talitha thought it was a shame that this activity would be over soon. She didn't know the next time she would be able to have three men fighting for her affections. It was something she would have to talk to daddy about later. Maybe something like that could be arranged.

The sound of metal on metal echoed through the cave as the three men fell to the ground unconscious. Jonathan's magic spear had shaped itself into a mallet that made quick work of the three guards. Jonathan even surprised himself a little at how easy it was. Talitha couldn't help but be disappointed.

"Good work Tali! Now let's get out of here." Jonathan had been enjoying the view but that enjoyment was kept in check by the ever increasing fear for his life. He could get off some other time. There was no doubt that the Inquisition would be hot on their trail. Talitha didn't even have time to get dressed before she found herself running up the long passageway out of the catacombs. it was still better than being suffocated with clothes.

Jonathan squinted as they exited into the chapel's main chamber, the swirling lights from the stained glass and morning sun made him feel like he was recovering from a bad drug trip. Or at least he thought it did. Jonathan had never really done drugs. After a few moments, his senses returned to him. They were welcomed by the three Sisters from yesterday's gathering.

'Triple fuck.'

"You wouldn't happen to know where the bathroom is would you?" Jonathan smiled awkwardly. "This place is a damn labyrinth."

The Sisters pointed him towards the exit. That was unexpected. Didn't they want to harvest him and use him for some of their freaky breeding experiments? Jonathan eyed the Sisters suspiciously.

"I am sure you are confused why we are letting a sorcerer like you leave. In short, we have bigger problems to deal with." The middle Sister announced.

"Yes, the Inquisition will pay for their insolence." The right Sister added. "Now go, before we change our minds."

Jonathan bolted out the door faster than he thought possible, Talitha and Saikhi following shortly after.

"Prepare to seal the catacombs." He caught the final Sister saying as the group left through the chapel doors.

Jonathan collided into something feathery and large. His ass hit the paved ground. In front of him were more than a dozen forrins and a handful cren. All of them bore the purple and black Imperial colours and insignia of the Inquisition.

"Fucking jackpot!" Jonathan exclaimed.

"Who's Jack Pot?" Saikhi asked between exhausted heaves. They had been running hard.

"Our ticket out of here." Jonathan said as directed Talitha to round up the animals. During their trip he had noticed Talitha's knack for getting Stew to obey her commands and that knack seemed to extend to most other creatures they encountered. It was a good thing too, Jonathan could barely get his childhood dog to sit. It took her a few minutes, but Talitha had gotten those birds all in a row.

"Take them north, Saikhi and I will go get Stew then meet you at the outskirts of town." Jonathan and Saikhi rushed off towards the stable.

It dawned on Jonathan that once again he had managed to blunder his way out of a dangerous situation. He wondered how many times something like this could keep happening before karma finally caught up to him, kicked him in the balls and took his lunch money. No one was this lucky, something had to give. But not anytime soon, he hoped.

The bells on top of Sidim's chapel tolled twice as the group finally reached the outskirts of town. They had left with quite a bounty of supplies and beasts. Jonathan didn't much like riding on the massive war-bird forrins, an unfortunate run in with an ostrich at zoo had given him a healthy fear of large avian creatures. But in this instance, laziness overcame his fear. Riding on birdback beat the hell out of walking. Time flew much faster when Jonathan wasn't walking, or having to carry unconscious bodies. Although avoiding touching the forrin was proving to be a rather difficult task, luckily the saddle and riding gloves stopped any accidental contact.

Before he knew it the group was a few hours away from the edge of Sidim. The early morning sun rising in the sky. They had done it, they had escaped. Jonn Nightmare: 1, Inquisition: 0.

"Do you smell that?" Talitha asked with a sniff.

He did. Jonathan smelt something akin to a campfire but who would be lighting a campfire at this hour?

"My gods." Saikhi trembled as she looked behind her.

A thick pillar of black smoke ascended to the sky from the direction they had just travelled from. Smouldering red ash blanketed the horizon. The whole town of Sidim was ablaze.