Delightful Acolyte - Chapter 2 [Gang-Bang] [Bimbo] [F w/ Many Men]

Chapter 2

The twilight cleric was here to investigate, consult, and help.

The first place where she went was the local tavern—the only tavern in the entire village. 

As soon as opened the door and stepped inside, she realized that what she had seen earlier in the street of Strongwood Falls was confirmed even further here—all the inhabitants of this village were men. She only saw men in the tavern because everyone was a man there. That was not a problem to her whatsoever. Anyway, she got along better with guys than she did with ladies, generally speaking, so that was all fine, however, the only issue here was that everyone in town was quite hostile to her. At least, this was how she perceived it. Everyone gave her mean glares and none of them addressed her. They were hostile toward her, and she had to live with it for the sake of her quest. Rodricka didn’t exactly know what was the big problem that they had with her, but she was pretty confident that she was going to find out sooner or later… 

What the men saw when she stepped into the old tavern was a woman wearing the clothes that only a cleric would wear. The outfit itself was known as a habit. This was her holy twilight domain armor. It constituted a leather armor that protected her torso, with a deep purple and white religious dress over it. That dress was similar to the one a sister would wear, but it was rather drastically different, with star patterns a little all over the fabric of it. She had a sister’s coif over her head, with her see-through veil obscuring her face a bit. Finally, her habit also came with a brown leather belt, leather gloves, as well as high-heeled leather boots.           

The cleric found the courage in her to step deeper into the tavern, well, enough courage for her to reach the bar. 

Bob! 

Swoosh! 

Bob! 

Swoosh! 

On her way to the bar, her entire bimbo body was wobbling around the tavern, her delicious and humongous breasts constantly bobbing and jiggling all over the place.

Her imposing and perfectly rounded rear end did the same thing, constantly bobbing up and down with every step she made! 

She seductively sat down on her stool, with everyone behind her staring at her. She could feel their glares in her back. They were like daggers going through her skin. It was pretty bad since she was not quite used to being treated that way. 

Then, the whispers were heard in the back of the tavern right behind her… 

“It’s her… It’s her…”

“Yes, it has to be her…” 

“For fuck’s sake, they sent a woman to investigate all the people who lost—the church is laughing at us!” one of the burly men in the tavern whispered, and his words echoed loudly enough that Rodricka was able to hear all of it and there was not a single word that couldn’t understand properly. 

“A woman is one thing, but had they sent a competent one, this would have been a freaking different conversation, but they sent us a stupid, worthless bimbo! How did she even get this job?” That man didn’t even bother whispering, he was talking out loud, and he didn’t care, knowing that she was going to hear everything.

“Think she had sex with her male superior to have this job, huh?” Another guy wondered. 

“Don’t know, but I sure wished I could be fucking her right now!” One of them replied, whispering barely. 

“Me, I want to rape her…” A different villager thought it was an okay thing to say. It wasn’t enough that these guys were starting rumors about her, they were also actively and casually chit-chatting about wanting to fuck and rape her… This was awful for her to hear, but she was still able to distance herself from what they were saying and not take this too seriously and personally. That was the most crucial thing right now—not take any of this personally. She was supposed to be a professional, after all, and she was. 

Eventually, the barkeep at the tavern arrived closer to serve her. 

Much like all the men she had met in Strongwood Falls thus far, the barkeep was another burly man who looked like a hunter or a lumberjack. That one was a little less tall and muscular than the ones behind her, but he was still a beast of a man with a lot of dark hairs all over his forearms, which could be observed since the sleeves of his plaid shirt were rolled up to his elbows. 

When he approached her at the bar, he was busy scrubbing a glass mug. 

“What can I do for you?” He asked her with a raspy voice before he snorted.

“Is your charming little town always so welcoming?” Rodricka whispered to him, concerned.

“No, ma’am. We typically tend to be worse than that,” he gave her as an answer.

“Oh?” 

“What are you drinking, ma’am?”

“No alcohol. A glass of milk should do.”

“A glass of milk, huh? I reckon I’m forgetting that you’re a believer.” 

“Who isn’t?” 

…! 

The barkeep lifted his head and gave her a hesitant and questioning look.    

“There you go,” the burly man pushed the glass of milk to her, “anything else I can do for you?”

“This is an inn, right?”

“Yes, ma’am, a tavern and an inn both.” 

“I need a room.” 

“For the night?”

“For a few days… Maybe a week…” The cleric admitted to him.

“I see…” 

“And do you have any way to bathe around here?” 

The barkeep gave her another look. 

Rodricka smiled at him. 

***

Later that evening, the twilight cleric was up in her room that she rented on the second floor. 

“Umf…” 

The first thing she did after shutting the door behind her and letting out a sigh was to take her armor off, so she could finally take a long-awaited and well-deserved bath after such a long journey traversing across the land.