Adventures of Tosaki: Rive

It was clear that Serena had no experience with the same sex. Her lips kissed and her tongue moved, but both lacked finesse, until Tosaki grabbed her by the hair and rode her face.

"Get your tongue in there. Deeper! Deeper! That's it," Tosaki moaned, using the woman as her lust demanded, smearing her face in juices. A trickle ran down her cheek, mostly drool but as Tosaki worked the ratio changed. Moments later and Serena's hair and face were drenched. Magic danced beneath the elf's skin, tamed only by the many rings she still wore, yet its power couldn't be restrained. As her pleasure rose, so too did her power.

She slowed her motions to try and calm herself, but Serena had learned well. Lick, kiss, suckle, nibble, trace, flutter... all at random, surprising Tosaki with bursts of pleasure. Her body refused to be removed from it. She focused on maintaining control, on shutting out the delicious shivers rocking her cunt, but it was futile. Every second of reprieve she gained was shattered by ten seconds of uninhibited lust. Her nipples ached and called her hands to them, while her hips moved unbidden.

"Yes," Tosaki moaned, drawing out the word as she relinquished a shred of discipline. It hadn't been long since her last tryst, so tonight shouldn't devolve into a nightmare of debauchery. Shouldn't. She could do little about it, however, as her pussy clenched and her core coiled in on itself. Pleasure sang to her, building into a shriek that escaped her lips.

Her thighs clamped around Serena's head and pulled her flush. The woman gagged and sputtered as she was drowned in fem-cum, despite missing a majority. What didn't squirt into her mouth and down her strained throat, splattered onto the pillow and bed, thick and murky with Tosaki's magic. The power activated and diminished quickly, its purpose done.

A purpose which became obvious as Tosaki laid back and yanked Serena to her. Fear flickered in the woman's eyes, then she took a breath. Her pupils dilated and her eyelids drooped, her lips raised in a lustful smirk, and her tongue slipped out to lick up every drop of Tosaki's cum.

After an incident several years prior, Tosaki began to emit pheromones. They were weak until she became aroused, then they concentrated, affecting whomever she desired at the time. Now, imbued with her power, the once mind-addling scent had become a fine mist, one that clouded all inhibitions and self-worth. For all purposes, Serena had become a slave to Tosaki's lusts with just one inhale.

Fortunately, it stayed at that. Tosaki used the woman as she saw fit, almost crushing her head between her thighs on multiple occasions, even sating her own wanton desire for pussy by laying atop Serena. Not one second passed without her pussy being attended. Whether it was simple fingers, slipping to and fro, or an ever-thirsty tongue lashing her clit. In her lusts, Serena managed to force her fist inside. She unfurled it inside Tosaki, stretching her in delicious ways.

Sometimes her magic slipped out. She created invisible bonds around Serena's limbs, moving her into whatever position she craved she might crave. From a simple spread-eagle while Tosaki enjoyed her mouth, to hog-tied or knelt with her hands and knees clasped together. At one point, Serena's ass was raised high, proud cheeks concealing her anus. Tosaki gladly fingered, licked and spanked the woman in that pose. She didn't stop until Serena whimpered for mercy. By then the woman's rump was a glossy crimson and her thighs were drenched in cum.

Even after that, Tosaki continued. She reciprocated the earlier fisting, then took a step further, uttering an elasticity spell that let both her hands fit inside. She bit and pulled on Serena's nipples, leaving them swollen and red. A flash of power engorged both their clits until they were the length of their fingers, at which point Tosaki chose to grind their cunts together.

Tosaki stopped only after Serena had collapsed, exhausted. She forced her to drink some water, then spooned her and drifted off to sleep, hands clasped tight to Serena's breasts. The scent of her sex filled the air, with undercurrents of Serena's own prolific orgasms. They slept in a ruined bed, bodies caked in the others juices, though mostly Tosaki's.

Morning came, and with it the wonderful ache of a licentious night. Tosaki sat up, pulling her arms from Serena's slumbering form, and stretched. The sun had just broken the horizon, dispelling its sister in a wave of amber light. She got dressed, using magic to clean her clothes. It was best not to be there when her partners woke. If she was, they would lose themselves once more. Such was the potency of her pheromones. Besides, a day had passed since those muggers encountered her. Word of mouth should have gotten out.

As she'd suspected, Rive's people were eager to see the elf. Her wares were a massive bonus, however, as she sold refined golds or other materials at the cheapest price anyone would find. She had no reason to charge much for them, having stolen everything. Even a copper coin for a platinum necklace was profit for her.

"What's your game, girl?" Someone asked. He was a gruff man, tall and imposing with his gut and bulbous arms. His nose was hooked, broken time and again from fights, and he had a set of scars scattered about his face. Despite that, he was no threat. Not when his eyes couldn't sway an inch from Tosaki's voluptuous chest. Her face remained placid, unconcerned with his presence, or any other's.

"I collect things and sell them. Life is too complicated for my liking. Simplicity is my game," Tosaki said. Not a lie, but not the whole truth either. If she told him all her reasons for being a merchant, the day would pass and she would lose money.

"No one sells a gold-plated breastplate for five silver," he said.

"Then I am No One," Tosaki said, "Would you leave? You're bothering my business." She let a flash of power seep into her gaze as she fixed it to his. Only a glimpse, but enough to make it clear how dangerous she could be. The man grumbled to himself and left, kicking at a plumed helmet. She caught his foot before it touched the merchandise.

"Leave." He left.

"I'm amazed you aren't in the Merchant's Hall," a customer, one without any insolence the previous man had.

"I don't get on with my co-workers," Tosaki said, offering a disingenuous smile. Emotions were a danger. She only displayed them when interacting with others, to manipulate them that is. Or on the rare occasion that she let her self-control slip.

"So I've heard," Hayden said, slipping down from a rooftop. Her belly had grown since yesterday, whether by natural development or with a fresh child was uncertain. Goblins were peculiar creatures. They were breeders and little else. It rarely mattered what species they mated with, the goblin female would fall pregnant. Even if she already carried one - though they usually nurtured several at any time, "Did something happen?"

"Not yet. I'm just cautious," Tosaki said, addressing her customer and not the nuisance.

"Smart. There's dozens of stories about merchants hiring assassins to take out one another. Some of them prefer the cheaper method though," the customer said, studying a noble's short sword. It had jewels encrusted in the hilt and at the base. The weapon was useless in such a state, but that wasn't its purpose. It's a conversation piece, like most of a noble's possessions.

"Yikes," Hayden grimaced, "It's a wonder there's any left."

"They usually make a deal. One sells this, the other sells that," Tosaki said, "Works long enough for one to outsmart the other."

"You speak from experience?" Her customer asked.

Tosaki let a tiny smile slip free, an elusive one, neither confirming nor refuting what they implied, and said nothing. The person bought the sword and left, advising to watch out for Watchmen. An hour later, another one mentioned the same thing. They seemed scared of being seen by them.

"Are they dangerous?" Tosaki asked. Most guards were, more so when they were employed by powerful nobility. Under such protection, they could escape most charges. Even murder wasn't beyond them.

"Very. A count arrived not long ago, set up his estate here and took control of the Merchant's Hall," they gestured to a mansion that towered over most houses, even the requisite Guild building not far from it. Alongside the mansion was the Merchant's Hall, a massive complex designed to house thousands of people.

"And he waves any charges against his people?" Tosaki guessed.

"Yes. They were crimson armour, so they're not hard to see. Keep safe," they said and left.

"Not like it matters," Tosaki said and leaned back. The road was empty, so she could relax for the moment. Hayden did the same, though it was more to indulge in her rotund middle than anything. A day later and she would leave. Where wasn't important, though she hadn't gone home in months. Her garden would need tending to.

"Oh? Someone's thinking naughty thoughts," Hayden said, sniffing and shuffling closer, "What? Last night wasn't enough for you?"

"You were spying on me," Tosaki sighed, "When are you gonna stop?"

"Dunno. Probably when I meet someone who fucks me better than you did."

"So... never."

"Someone's cocky," Hayden chuckled, "But I like that in a lover."

Tosaki ignored her and closed her eyes, savouring the reprieve. Passion was great, as was being crowded by eager buyers, but moments of near total silence were, as the saying went, golden. No obnoxious questions or footsteps to distract her from her thoughts. Even Hayden noticed how her body went lax, though warning prickles of energy sparked through the air. Relaxed or not, Tosaki was ready for her.

The goblin kept to herself, silently loving the growing young inside her womb. Gentle coos slipped out but went ignored. They were nice if anything, reminiscent of how Tosaki's own mother would comfort her. Images of her smiling face warmed Tosaki. Maybe it was time to visit? It had been half a century. Was she really that old now?

Time seemed strange wandering around humans. Back home, amongst her kind, age was inconsequential. They aged year by year, then it just seemed to stop. It didn't. Their puberty was a peculiar thing, even by magical standards. Once complete, the aging process slowed immensely. Elves living past three-hundred weren't uncommon. And yet humans, those she spent more than a few days with, seemed to gain years by the hour. Strange, but interesting.

Her ears twitched and raised. Someone yelled, a woman by the sound, and men spoke afterwards. A slap was followed by the clatter of armour and more noises of flesh being hit. Tosaki opened her eyes and looked to the source. Several yards away, just outside the inn Tosaki had slept at, was a group of men, all dressed in crimson-dyed armour. It was expensive too, made from high quality metal. They were the Watchmen.

Tosaki closed her eyes to ignore the violence. Her getting involved wouldn't do any good. People such as those didn't take a beating and lay down. They returned with blood in their eyes. Several towns were off limits to her for such a reason.

"Get off me!" The woman said and grunted as she struck again. Tosaki recognised the voice as Serena's. She sighed and stood, leaving Hayden to mind the goods. The goblin watched her and also sighed, knowing what was about to happen, but powerless to stop it.

One of the men knocked Serena to the ground to a guffaw from his allies. They were drunkards by night, and by day given how strong the reek of alcohol was, with flushed cheeks and noises. Their bodies were large, built with muscles honed through pummelling things over and over. Clearly a band of former mercenaries that believed themselves to be capable fighters.

Tosaki tripped one as she stepped towards them. The others stopped and turned to face her, but all they saw was a huge busted elf with a blank expression. Even with the malice in their eyes, they were puny to her. Pitiful really. Brutes who had gotten a big head by impressing an insecure Count. She arched her pierced brow at them and let out a chuckle. One of them reached for his weapon, a long sword. Another had a halberd and the other a simple axe. Even barbarians were skilled enough to recognise a threat it seemed.

"Leave," Tosaki said. She didn't use any magic, none that didn't naturally seep from her. Despite their instincts, the three believed their numbers gave them safety, as did their weapons, armour and unsightly muscles.

"Now why would we do that?" One asked. He had a sharp Northern accent, one that already slurred his words before he drank what smelled like half a pint of whiskey. The one she'd tripped clamoured back to his feet, cautious at the silence with which she'd approached.

Tosaki heaved her shoulders in a theatrical sigh, then rolled them and bounced from foot to foot. She brought her hands before her jiggling chest and folded them into loose fists, ready to strike or catch at a moment's notice. They chuckled again and surrounded her in a triangle. Their weapons were raised, feet planted firmly and their eyes glimmered with glee, which soon vanished as Tosaki dashed and pivoted between them. Her hands flew in jabs and knocked all three to the floor.

Despite their dumbfounded expressions, she didn't relax. Only a fool did so. An errant stab or punch could spell the difference between victory and death. Though she doubted they would kill her. Their employer would want to 'meet' her, after they'd had their own chance of course, not that it would come. Chances were given by idiots and saints, not Tosaki.

They collected themselves and attempt a swing all at once. Without training, they didn't understand the idea of teamwork. One could've have swung at her back, forcing her forward into a second swing, while the other waited to deliver another blow if needed. Instead, their weapons clanged above her head as she sank low and swept their legs from beneath them. They fell with their chests towards her, creating perfect targets for her swift and powerful fists. When she stood, all three were sprawled out in the road. Several onlookers watched in shock and delight, including Serena.

Two stayed down. The one that didn't soon had his head pushed into the dirt by Tosaki's foot, he grunted and strained, but failed to so much as move her an inch. He cursed at her until she filled his mouth with filth. Nobody could hope to count how many shoes travelled this road, tracking faeces and disease along their soles. Even if he didn't swallow, he would likely fall ill.

"Leave." Tosaki said and removed her foot. His cronies followed the command, but he lashed at her with a hidden dagger. She sidestepped the stab and ducked the subsequent swipe, before striking his wrist. The weapon fell into her other hand and flashed as it jabbed his throat. She didn't sink it in. A drop of blood welled and broke into a stream down his neck. He ran this time.

"What the fuck?" Serena said when they were gone. Tosaki looked to her and shrugged, then headed back to her goods. Tomorrow would be too late. The last thing she needed was another noble's blood on her hands.

"Who are you?" Serena asked, striving to keep up.

"Tosaki. Didn't I introduce myself last night?"

"You did, but that was... what the fuck? Where'd you learn to fight like that?"

"Just picked it up," Tosaki said and packed up her belongings.

"Over here!"

Tosaki frowned and looked to the shout. It was one of the brutes, and behind him was a horde of Watchmen, though one stood out from the rest. They, for their armour concealed any distinguishing features, carried themselves with an aura of certainty, not the desperate bravado the others exuded. And magic oozed from the armour. It would be best to avoid an altercation with them.

"Come," someone hissed from an alley. Tosaki didn't hesitate and ducked between the buildings, following a cloaked figure deeper until they came into a small clearing, out of the way of any foot traffic not generated from the circle of dilapidated houses. The roads she'd seen hadn't shown any signs of poverty, and it was clear why. They were hidden. She caught a hint of movement in a cracked window and recognised one of the muggers from yesterday. The figure drew back their hood and faced her.

He was an older man, white hair and wrinkled from stress. The laugh lines around his eyes were deep, but clearly underused, buried among the meagre fat left on his body. Tosaki wasn't in danger here. No magic but her own stirred the air, and hostility was non-existent. Even the muggers eying her weren't aggressive, just desperate.

"Why'd you help me?" Tosaki asked.

"Because I think we could help each other. My name is Liam. I guess you could I say I look after the people here," Liam said with a weary gesture to the houses.

"Okay. Explain."

"The Count is bleeding this town dry. Women and children aren't safe, and the men that don't fall in line are no better. He taxes the Merchants ruthlessly. Many have already left. At this rate, Rive will fall to ruin."

"You want me to kill him."

"I saw you. You can do it."

"Except I'm no assassin. And if I was, my fee would be too much for you to handle."

"The Count collects things of great worth. If a Merchant can't pay him, he takes their most valuable goods. Whatever you can carry, it's yours," Liam said, "Please. Help us."

Tosaki ran a hand through her hair and scratched at a stray itch. Hayden wasn't around, having fled the second she took down the Watchmen. If she was, the goblin would urge her to accept. It wasn't a difficult job; the Count didn't hide well and killing a human was no harder than running a dagger along their throat, and the rewards could be priceless. So long as no one saw her face, she would walk away a free woman.

And help out a struggling community in the process. Tosaki pinched the bridge of her brow and sighed. She looked up, "Fine. I'll do it."

The old man's face lit up, "Thank you. Thank you. Our team will gather at nightfall, then you can make your way into the mansion."

"Team? I'll do it alone, thanks."

"No, you mustn't. The head of the Watchmen, they are fierce. People call them a monster. They might very well be. No one has seen their face or body without armour."

"I'll be fine."

"I insist."

He wouldn't back down. That was obvious from the steadfast frown on his aged face. Last thing he needed were more wrinkles. Tosaki shrugged and looked to the sky; it was mid-noon now. Another few hours and she would kill a man. Again. At least this one was for a reasonable cause.

Once the stars assembled and the moon cast its borrowed glow, Tosaki and a small team of assassins headed into the mansion. It was easy. The others were quick to poison any guards that might spot them, though she would've been fine without them. A Count always had a 'visitor' at night, one beautiful and curvaceous, for which Tosaki filled the role. Even so, once inside, she scuttled from corner to corner.

The Monster Watchman, as most seemed to call them, was nearby. They were a whole other calibre from the rest, that was obvious. Despite its regularity in culture, magic wasn't as common as most believed it to be. Perhaps one in a hundred had any affinity for it, and several of those people went their lives without learning how to use it. Those that did were dangerous to fight.

Her companions were getting cocky now. They slipped up and almost knocked several busts and vases over as they moved through the shadows, snuffing out lanterns as they went. Or they were just inexperienced. Either possibility was unfortunate.

The mansion itself wasn't overtly extravagant. Not like those Tosaki had seen, and raided, before. Murals decorated the occasional wall, and aforementioned artworks lined the halls, yet the carpet wasn't anything special, and the walls were made from a common wood. Few nobles were this frugal with their wealth, much less when they had a ready supply such as the Count. The guards were similarly uncommon.