Kinky Adventurers Ch. 01 Pt. 05

On his throne of grass, the Kra'koa chieftain listened intently to the translation of Ilya's offer. He narrowed his eyes and scrutinized the three adventurers before him. Each of them was arrayed in expensive looking clothes. The tiefling's dress appeared embroidered with gold; the human female doing the talking was wrapped in silk cloth of maroon and turquoise, and in her exposed belly button sat a large pearl. The human male, meanwhile, looked like a prince in fine clothes of leather and a cloak of satin embroidered with silver.

They certainly seemed rich. Ash piqued his curiosity just a little. He bellowed curtly.

"Make the king an offer," the translator spoke in Common, "and he will consider it."

At this, Sixto stepped forward. Reaching under his cloak, he pulled out a coin purse and tossed it onto the ground in front of the large toad. "That is a royal offer," he said grandly. "An offer fit for a king."

These were just the sort of words that aroused the kinds of emotions Ash could easily enflame. Which she did.

A frog attendant retrieved the pouch, opened it, and showed the contents to the toad king, who hefted it in one hand. The sound of clinking coins filled the hot, humid silence. For a long moment the only other sounds were the soft, gagged moans of Kit's ineffectual search for relief from the tension in her back and arms.

Finally, the toad spoke. "Your offer is insufficient," the translator declared.

The reaction from the other side was swift and varied. Ilya looked crestfallen, still down on one knee, while Sixto scoffed loudly.

"Why you ungrateful..." he began, searching for suitable insults and taking a menacing step toward the toad. Right on cue, Ash—who had remained outwardly passive up until now—moved toward Sixto and grabbed his arm, as if restraining him.

"Let's talk," she said quietly, yet loudly enough to ensure the translator could hear. "Ilya," she called, cocking her head away from the throne and taking a few steps in that direction. Ilya and Six joined her and the three huddled together.

"Is it working?" Six breathed quietly, eyes anxious and voice doubtful.

"It is," Ash replied. "He undoubtedly likes having a sexy outlander captive to show off. But he wants gold even more. He knows you can buy anything with gold, and taking a bunch from those merchants the other day has probably whetted his appetite."

"Then why did he just reject our offer?" Six rejoined tersely.

"Negotiating tactic," Ash confidently responded. He has no idea what a slave like Kit is worth. He's trying to see how high we'll go."

"Poor Kit," Ilya said with a glance over her shoulder at her friend. Kit was looking at the three of them with a look that said 'I don't know what's going on, but get me the hell out of here!' Ilya noticed she was breathing rather heavily from the exertion of trying to maintain balance, tied up the way she was. The gag in her mouth certainly wasn't helping, nor was the hot afternoon sun. Ilya could see drops of sweat streaking down her naked torso. Awkwardly, this served to make her look even sexier.

"Pity isn't going to help her out now," Ash said. "We keep to the plan. Six gives them the other pouch."

"And if that's not enough?" Six demanded.

"We stand our ground. I'll make sure our offer is... persuasive."

An uneasy feeling immediately crept into Sixto's stomach. He didn't like whatever it was that Ash did. He didn't understand it and it gave him the creeps. Still, if it got them out of this...

"I can be persuasive, too," Ilya offered. "If it will help get Kit out of... whatever it is she's gotten herself into."

Ash met Ilya's gaze and thought for a moment. "At this point of negotiations it's typically best to reveal as little of how you actually feel as possible," she said. Then, after a short pause, "But follow your gut. It's gotten us this far." Ash gave her a smile, and this time it didn't come across as sardonic. A bit taken aback, Ilya smiled in return.

Sixto broke from the huddle first, turning to face the large toad and striding confidently toward him. "We are displeased that you have spurned our first offer," he stated, putting an arrogant tone of condescension and annoyance in his voice. "But we acknowledge the unexpected nature of our request and are willing to increase the price to compensate his royal highness for this discomfort." Six reached into his cloak again and pulled another small pouch off of his belt. "But in exchange we demand any possessions the slave owned at the time of her capture."

This time, Sixto approached with slow, confident steps and handed the coins directly to the king toad. "This is our final offer. My niece dearly desires to own this slave, with all of her effects. But my generosity has reached its limits," Six announced with authority before turning to rejoin Ash and Ilya several paces away.

I: Very nice roleplay, Silus!

Si: Why, thank you!

I: Make a performance or deception check with advantage—your choice which.

Si: Performance, definitely. Sixto is nothing if not a performer

Y: He's also quite the deceiver.

Si: True! Honestly, there's a pretty thin line between the two.

I: What did you get?

Si: [Rolls.] With advantage? 18!

I: Good to know.

As Six walked, he could hear the translator relay his words to the bullywug sovereign. He took careful note of their surroundings: the number of bullywugs, their body language, how armed they were. Despite Ash's witchcraft and Ilya's illusions, he still suspected that their exit would be less than peaceful.

From her spot next to Ilya, Ash could feel the king calculating. His greed was now competing with doubt and fear. She sensed he worried they would withdraw the offer if he asked for more, yet he clearly believed they had more to give. Or, perhaps, more to take.

Ash conceded that this was always the greatest risk in their plan—that the toad would take their money and more all while keeping Kit and forcing them to beat a hasty retreat, or worse. The flow she was channeling couldn't tell her everything about the king toad's intentions—the doubt she sensed swirling in his mind could reflect worry that he might lose out on the money, or it could indicate that he was calculating his chances of winning in a fight. Either way, Ash decided to enhance it. She figured it would either make him more worried he might lose the offer they had made or else give him greater pause before attacking them.

Silence descended as the king continued to calculate. The Kra'koa surrounding the trio around the perimeter of the clearing were still, eyeing the bold outlanders, their king, and his naked slave with curiosity and fear. The only sound was the occasional gagged noise from Kit.

Y: [Reaches behind Emma and tugs upward on the ass-strap of her thong.]

E: Hrrrmngg!

Y: Like that.

Finally, the toad gestured toward Sixto with one long, amphibian arm and bellowed deeply but quietly.

"His majesty accepts," the interpreter said in his slow, distinct Common. Ash saw Sixto slowly release a breath he had been holding but otherwise maintain a deadpan. Ilya's face broke into an expression of genuine relief. That's fine, Ash thought. Her role in this thing is to be excited to buy Kit.

"You may approach and take the captive for yourselves." After speaking in Common, the interpreter issued orders in his native tongue to a Kra'koa near him, sending the fellow hurrying off behind the royal throne to what Ash hoped was the royal treasury.

That was a nice touch, she thought, somewhat begrudgingly acknowledging her compatriot's resourceful improvisation. I'm sure Kit would have loved walking into town naked, but having her clothes back will be the next best thing.

Ilya immediately strode over to Kit. As she knelt next to her friend, it became evident Kit was struggling. Her arms were pulled far behind her head and her taut abdomen was heaving with exertion. They made eye contact. Ilya's gaze said 'are you ok?' while Kit's said, 'thank you,' and 'get me out of here.'

Ilya began untying the ropes around Kit's wrists just as Ash arrived.

"Don't," she murmured in Ilya's ear. "Until we're out of sight, she's still our slave."

Si: Hell yeah, she is! [Winks at Emma.]

Ilya nodded, switching her hands to support Kit's arm while Ash did the same on her right. Together, the two lifted Kit up until her arms were free of the stake she had been bound to. Gently bringing her hands in front of her and helping her to stand, Ilya's fingers brushed one of Kit's breasts. A thrill went through Ilya's body and she blushed furiously. Kit moaned loudly in relief as she stood up straight and her hands finally came to rest in front of her again.

"She's all yours," Ash declared loudly, handing Kit's leash rope to Ilya. "Let's get out of here," she muttered sotto voce to her friends.

Ilya did her best to summon an attitude of delight and glee—emotions that came naturally to her under normal circumstances, but not with her friend in such bad shape right in front of her. This close, Kit looked a little worse for the wear. Her bare skin was streaked with sweat and dirt. Her thong was wet and filthy, clung to her pussy, and hid nothing. Her posture revealed a mixture of defeat, exhaustion, and humiliation.

But they were getting her out of here, and that was what mattered. So Ilya pasted a spoiled, sadistic smile on her face and said, loud enough to be heard by the interpreter, "you're all mine now, slut."