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The girls getting piston fucked by the dozens of tentacles reacted instantaneously as the lengths inside of them became that much more brutal, dragging at their folds with the nodules and causing a soft splup! With each nodule that slipped free or was rammed inside of them. A cacophony of soaked flesh being roughly abused, SCHLAP! PLAPTSH! SLLRPTCHPLT! Followed by glorious and plentiful reaction, Skllrtsh! Skllrrtsh! Skllrrtsh!

It seemed as if the entire pile of girls squirted in that same moment as clear fluid sprayed up into the air in all directions spritzing and misting the air over the crowd with their juices. The chorus of screams and shrieks that filled the air momentarily silenced the crowd it was so loud and shrill, desperate hands and paws clutched at other bodies as the girls were given a fucking of a life time, lost in a tempest of intense quivering pleasure that sated the hunger in their loins ten times over.

Ellaria looked down at the chaos, this, this was really not good. The crowd was starting to dissipate around the edges at last but this looked like it would be the end of their time in this town, they would be lucky to avoid getting arrested and imprisoned at this rate!

In fact as she looked a battalion of guards was making their way down the street against the current of the crowd. What sounded like a religious cry from the other direction made her turn her head, down the other end of the street a second battalion was coming. This group looked vastly different from the first group however, they wore voluminous white robes and their long bearded leader carried a censer swinging in his hands that released an aromatic plume of smoke as it swung. It didn't take more than a second for Ellaria to realise this group had been sent by the church.

She turned her head again as yet another cry filled the air, gods what next? This cry sounded particularly angry, much more aggressive than the other two. Down an alley that came out in front of the guild a third group was arriving, this one armed with cudgels, maces, clubs, bats and strangely enough a rolling pin. In fact many of the people in this crowd appeared to be wearing work clothes, aprons, uniforms, dishrags tucked in belts.

A figure at the front clued Ellaria in to just what the hell she was looking at. It was the innkeeper of the Slime's Bane Inn and she looked positively apoplectic. Apparently she had gone to the Innkeepers Guild and raised a storm which she seemed intent on riding into battle upon. This group worried Ellaria the most, they looked ready to lynch Flora alive.

"Oh my god, it's that anti-mage cunt that tried to mug us!" cried out Flora jabbing a finger in the air. The gnome had mostly recovered from her ordeal by this point, only losing a few feet in width.

Ellaria blinked and turned to where she was pointing. She wasn't pointing at the guards where she might have assumed, no she was pointing at the people from the church. As she stared she realised she did recognise the young man standing next to the incense carrier. Bald and pink skinned but still clearly the anti-mage who had tried to mug and possibly kill them.

What the hell is he doing with the church? Thought Ellaria

"What the hell are you doing with the church, cunt?" yelled Flora. "Oih, that guys a criminal, he tried to steal from us, he's an anti-mage, a stumblefuck who-"

"Lies! I am not what you say!" roared the young man with an unexpected fervence. "I am of the church, I am of the gods, I work solely at service of our holy mission!"

"Bullshit! You're a sneaky little shitrag who waylays poor adventurers using your anti-mage Class!"

The group from the church were giving Flora increasingly confused looks.

The older man with the incense paused his swinging and looked up at Flora calmly.

"This is a case of mistaken identity I'm afraid. Seth here is not who you say he is, it is impossible. Now to the matter at hand, we have had reports that your group has been harbouring souls, hoarding them with possible ill intent. Please come quietly as we investigate."

Now it was Flora's turn to look confused. "No idea what you're blathering about matey, and you don't know shit about brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless over there!"

"Enough of this!" said the young man stepping forward. He raised his hand into the air and Flora and Ellaria jerked backwards expecting an anti-magic attack. Instead light poured from his hand in a holy golden glow, filling the street and calming the crowd, warming their bodies and spreading a feeling of contentment.

As the light died Ellaria stared at the young man. This, this was impossible! The young man, he had an entirely new Class! That wasn't supposed to be! It was one Class permanently for life per person!

Fey had broken a rule of the entire world.