The Ostlander had to keep himself calm. His sword howled in his mind so loudly he was almost afraid others would hear it. He heard Camilla but was too overwhelmed by instinct borne of his sword to reply immediately. Cyrdic sniffed the air, his keen senses trying to penetrate past the scent of spices and sweat that permeated the room. [i]The room[/i]. No, the [i]tapestries[/i]. The markings along the tapestries in blood. They were miniature portals that led to the realm of Chaos. No wonder he hadn't sensed the demonic temptresses before.

The sudden insight opened his eyes essentially, and he was suddenly aware of the twisting horns and curled tails of the succubi who writhed, tasted, and bucked against the last remaining men and women who tried to fight against them, their screams turning to moans of erupting pleasure as they began to cling and begged for more. Cyrdic wanted nothing more than to hack his way through and escape, but despite his strength and runic sword, there were too many of them. He did all he could to keep the magic of the Ulrican blade contained and not give away their position. 

"Cyrdic," Camilla whispered harshly, trying to gain his attention to what she had said. She tugged at his arm fiercely. 

Cyrdic took his mask off, tore Camilla's mask off and suddenly kissed her roughly. Camilla blinked in surprise, and after a moment she tried to push him away, thinking he had been bewitched as the others had. Instead, Cyrdic lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the wall, pressing her into it as if he was lost in a world of lust, his huge bulk forcing her to comply. That is, until his hand on the wall slowly slipped over and found the door handle. 

The mere turning of the knob caused the succubi to screech in their minds, but the two were already gone and nearly tumbling down the stairs, Camilla no longer trying to fight and Cyrdic running as fast as he could down the twisting steps until the two suddenly burst into the main dining hall. Multitudes of men and women looked up from their dinners to see Camilla's leg's around Cyrdic's waist and Cyrdic holding Camilla up, their hair disheveled. 

With a slow dignity only a royal princess could muster, Camilla climbed off of Cyrdic and straightened her clothes. Cyrdic tried to brush his unruly hair with his fingers, and the two strode out of the Hussar's Hooves as quickly and silently as they could muster, glaring at any who dared watch them too closely. When they made it out into the night air, Cyrdic rubbed his eyes. "I'm sorry." he whispered, meaning his forceful kiss upstairs. "I didn't know how else to get out..."
[@Penny]