Toofy Ch. 21

"She made me for you, didn't she?" Orli asked nervously, "The Golden Kitsune."

"I reckon it." Trician leaned their foreheads together, feeling her ears beginning to blush. "Our destinies are tighter intertwined than everyone else and the damn cat, and that's saying something. The cat gets upset, and tomorrow disappears."

The girl planted the kiss on Trician first, surprising her by taking the lead. Orli was clumsy, inexperienced, but she more than made up for it with enthusiasm. Her stiff tongue quickly discovering the sharpness of the elf's fangs.

Trician soothed the cuts with her own saliva, and pushed the girl down onto the bed. Her agile fingers tracing the neckline of Orli's dress and making the girl shiver before the hands went behind to pluck at the cords.

The light vanished, and Trician found herself alone.

A deep and rumbling voice spoke from behind her, "I believe that's mine."

"Apologies, my god." The elf cringed, "I dare to only do what must be done. I am the loyal servant of my goddess. I dare not be anything more."

"Mischief is waiting for you." He replied, "She intended this. Reminding me that Orli is hers, she was only letting me... Borrow... The girl. I don't agree."

"I am sorry, m'lord." Trician awaited his judgement.

Not like she could do anything else.

"You seem to be under the mistaken impression that all the gods oppose the ascension of Kaden." The god continued, "Mischief does. Been working to stop it for decades. Me? I'd welcome it. He could finish what I began at the Crucible. Finish the war."

Trician didn't know what the Crucible was. She didn't want to know, either. It sounded like the war of the gods wasn't over, yet. That they were the pawns being used to bring it back.

"Oh, it never ended, little elf." The deity laughed, "The betrayer gods, exiled beyond the Gateway into the Void? That wasn't a victory. That was a compromise. What's a thousand years to a god? We've just been waiting. The war has been waging for the last two thousand years. It has barely begun."

She felt her blood running cold, "Toofy is my goddess' latest weapon... Is the emperor, yours?"

"One of them. There's also Khild, Slag, and Tamamo. Others, that you don't know. Suleos is particularly fun to manipulate." He chuckled, "Even you've been convenient now and then. There's no reason a weapon need know who they fight for. Kaden will be useful to me."

"Why are you telling me this? Has my usefulness run out?" She asked with quivering voice.

He laughed loudly, "I tell you, because I feel like it. There's nothing you can do about it, one way or another. I like Orli, but Mischief has reclaimed her. Keep her safe, elf. Or know my wrath. Feel free to let the kitsune know she's pissed me off. Probably give her a thrill."

With that, Trician found herself on hands and knees over the human girl, again.

Orli didn't seem to have noticed anything, and her fingers were dragging excitedly at the back of Trician's head. The girl's tongue frantic as it ran around the inside of the elf's mouth.

Trician continued undoing the back of the dress, it wasn't the right time to let Orli know she was nothing but a playing piece between two of the betrayer gods.

The elf drew the dress forward, helping Orli to slip her chest and arms free of the encumbering garment. Trician became quite distracted by the silken softness of said chest, amazed at how firm they were compared to her own.

She felt more than a little jealousy as she gave them a few teasing pinches. How could a human girl be born with such perfect breasts? It wasn't fair, but she supposed her goddess did have a hand in the girl's birth.

Trician stopped toying, standing up and grabbed the bottom of her shirt with crossed arms, drawing it up and over her head. The goal was for the elf to touch divinity, not necessarily the other way around.

She could get away with punishing Orli a little, for being more desirable than she was.

Those blue eyes looked into her, and the elf felt guilt like a kick to the stomach. She winced, "Okay, I'm jealous. Your breasts are better than mine. I won't be admitting it again."

Orli smiled shyly, "You really think so? I... I like yours. I wanted to play with them, but I'm just feeling like we're running out of time... And I've never been between a woman's legs."

"Ever played with yourself?" Trician dropped her pants, before sitting back on the edge of the bed.

"... No?"

The elf blinked, staring, "Wait. Seriously? You've never once just put a finger along your slit? Not even to see what the excitement is all about?"

"No." Orli shook her head.

Trician stared, "Motherfucker. I think I just got the most innocent human alive. Time to teach you a few things. Get over here, and kiss my neck."

Orli did as asked, making Trician give a little moan. "You're good at that. Okay, one hand, move it down. Rest it just above everything."

"I know how to kiss." The girl gave a small laugh.

The confidence was probably a bit more than was asked for. The girl was not the best kiss that Trician had ever experienced. But then, Kal hadn't been either, and at least she wasn't about to be ripped in half.

"Mmm." Trician tried to simply enjoying being the centre of attention. "Now, one finger down. Run it along the edge, try and get everything... Wet."

Orli's finger was soft and delicate when it came into contact with her. The motions were surprisingly gentle, considering how the woman kissed. She barely dipped inside at all.

Trician flinched and groaned, "Sensitive! That thing, at the top, that's the moneymaker. Shit. Barely touch it, and only when you want to hear me -"

She moaned loudly as Orli flicked her thumb over the top of the clit, at the same time as the woman actually bit her. Slowly and gently sinking her teeth into the side of Trician's neck.

There was no way Orli was as inexperienced as she was making out.

"Tashin." Trician cursed as the human's finger slipped inside her, and immediately made a beckoning motion. The elf was supposed to believe she'd never slept with a woman, and never masturbated?

Bullshit.

Orli bit her harder, responding to her just the way that Trician liked it, without even having to be told to be rough. All the elf needed right now was the human to start growling.

"Shtia... How do you... Know what I like?" Trician said with a strong hint of accusation.

Orli growled into her, before pinching her pearl between thumb and forefinger. Something that would send a human squealing, but only served to make the elf whine in joy.

How the fuck did she know what the elf wanted?

She saw stars as Orli continued to growl and rolled the pearl between her fingers, whilst inserting a second finger into Trician's channel. Playing the fingers in an alternating pattern along her insides.

"Betrayer... Of the Silent Winds." Trician began to gasp, "Hear me, now."

The human's growls became more excited, probing deeper and more aggressively into Trician's snatch. Making the elf moan louder and struggle to get the words of the prayer out. "Hear... Yashu... Your servant's cry."

Orli's spare hand slipped behind Trician, and the elf squeezed her cheeks together. Trying to get a knuckle inside that... Would be going too far.

Not something she was interested in.

Orli giggled, still sinking her teeth into Trician's neck. Leaving her with a bruise from a love bite that she was both creaming herself over, and would again when she would see it in the looking glass in the morning. "Oh goddess, hear my voice. Shtia. Straining against... Mmm... Mortality."

The human stopped biting her, slipping further down her and then sucking her pearl directly into the woman's mouth. Her tongue playing all over the hard stone.

"Open! Na ktia ni Orli! The gate." Trician cried out, unable to stop herself from confessing to the human. At least she'd only screamed out her love in elven.

She began to feel herself rising towards it. Like a light beginning to dawn somewhere behind her eyes, as her groin growled for more from the human.

From... Orli.

"Grant your servant your guidance," Trician prayed, wanting more than one kind, "As she offers you this act of worship."

The elf's eyes rolled back as she felt herself cum into Orli's little mouth. Saw the surprise in those deep blue eyes as she flushed herself into the adorable woman's face.

Trician felt disappointment as she fell away from the moment, unable to share it with Orli as her body went limp, and her spirit went sailing.

She could still feel the tongue tickling at her twat, albeit with less enthusiasm, as she arrived in the strange place. She uncurled from the ball, standing up in the palace.

Soft hands immediately groped her breasts, and she felt someone behind her. The person giggled, "So, so? You like her, don't you? You totally like her!"

Trician tried to smile in amusement, despite the fingers now playing happily with her nipples that weren't appreciated. "You created Orli for me."

"I did. I did." The kitsune laughed, "She's so fun! I made her all naive and cute, and then gave her the sexual appetites of a fucking arachne. It's such a fun combination!"

That explained the roughness.

"This... War. I have concerns." Trician whispered, "Am I... Am I doing the right thing? This is a war between your kind. I am lost. My sight of the future is... Unclear."

A furry tail brushed between her legs, tickling at her still active pussy. The golden kitsune sighed, leaning their head into her back, "That's... Hard to answer. The war, is the war. It will always be the war. The war will never end, it was never supposed to end. The gods... Don't care for mortals. You exist... All of you exist... So we can fight the war. It is the reason that mortals were created for. To be playthings, for our play fighting."

The elf flinched at a truth she had long suspected. She tried to breathe through the existential dread, "What about Toofy? Will she survive? Will I? Orli?"

"I have no idea."

She nodded quietly, "I am scared we can't do this... Orli's ex says hi. He's angry at you, for reclaiming her."

"Mmm. Saw him bully you." The goddess replied lightly, "I'll try and answer what I can, because you're one of my favourites. Toofy is my favourite. I want her, and I want to bed her. So, her survival... I will bend the rules to achieve. The rest of you? Stay close to the neko, and you might live. I can't offer much more than that."

The elf nodded silently, accepting that destiny was cruel.

"Oh!" The kitsune said and danced in front of her, scampering up some stairs and disappearing for a moment. Only a moment.

She came running back on all fours, a staff clenched between her teeth. The goddess skidded to a stop in front of her and dropped it, "This is for Orli! Because she's so darn cute, and so darn useless in a fight. Made it myself, from unigrad hair and the bones of a male neko who annoyed me."

Trician bent down and picked up the staff, smiling, "We are honoured to be considered in such a way, my goddess."

"Daen. Daen's bones." The kitsune spelled it out, "I really hated that fucking cat. He tried to touch my Toofy. Too bad that the salamander ate him before I got a chance to torture the bastard."

The goddess cocked her head, smiling at Trician with innocent orange eyes, "You will tell Toofy, if you see her, won't you? That I'm looking forward to the day that I can bed her. She had better know that I'm coming for her."

Trician felt sick as she was suddenly jerked backwards, crashing into her body and wincing, as her orgasm ended. Almost as soon as she hit the bed, something else hit her in the face and she swore as it cracked her skull.

She rolled over, and found herself falling off the bed and onto the floor with a clatter. She swore, holding her skull, "Shtia!"

"Trician?" Orli's quiet voice whispered.

The elf grabbed the staff that had hit her, and used it to pull herself to her feet with one hand as she rubbed at her forehead with the other. "Present from the goddess, for you. She is Mischief though, so... Be careful."

Orli's eyes widened, "A... Staff? A magic staff! From... A goddess? I am so fucking unworthy."

Trician smiled lopsidedly and rolled her eyes.

---

"Goddess bitchin' fuck!" Taudry suddenly squealed, falling backwards and tossing her legs wide open. "Fuck you, Esme! Fuck you!"

Sai, impatient to return to his wife, crossed his arms.

Esme winced, "Uhm... Nekan diaspora. Saia checked her two sisters, but it isn't them. They're enduring the same connection. We have no idea what is happening."

Taudry hissed, ears pulled back, "Like you'd ever fucking know! Useless shit!"

"Nekan diaspora?" He replied, sounding curious, "I'm afraid I do not know it."

The halfcat suddenly looked extremely apologetic and whined, "Don't hate me, Esme. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please don't abandon me."

Esme winced, "Close siblings, when put through extreme emotions, and when they have a very strong magical heritage, can feel what each other are feeling. The problem is, Taudry is Falling Sands. Her clan is dead."

"Go to the fucking Void you cocksucking whore!" Taudry squealed, falling over and rolling around in pain.

"No, it isn't." He gave a small laugh.

The elf looked at him excitedly, "Do you know what is happening to my girlfriend?"

"Yes. My wife is giving birth." Sai nodded, "Lady Twenty Four, was born into the Falling Sands. I had no idea she had any family still left alive. Even half-siblings, like Taudry and her sisters, wasn't really a strong possibility."

Esme stared, "Oh shit. Phantom birth."

"Which is my cue to return to my wife." He stated firmly, "I am not altogether convinced that you have anything to offer, but I'll leave the final judgement to Saia."

"Cocksucking bastard!" Taudry squealed.

"Wait!" Esme threw herself at his feet, "Her sisters. They're your wife's sisters. Please. They won't survive this rebellion. Not if the emperor realises the connection. He'll hurt them, to get at Lady Sai. Please. Save them."

He sighed heavily, "I'm the one who killed off the Falling Sands to begin with. Expecting me to show mercy is ludicrous. Toofy doesn't have this... Diaspora. There's no benefit, infinite risk, and I might miss the birth of my own fucking children. Get out of my way."

Esme wrapped a hand timidly around the hem of his pants, "Please. I can't save them. None of them deserve this. I... I have nothing to offer, you're right. Only myself. Please."

She half-expected him to kick her in the head.

"She's sorry! She's sorry!" Taudry bawled, curling up tightly, "She knows that she is pathetic and useless. No strong magic. No training. Just a stupid kitten. She doesn't mean to be useless."

Sai growled in irritation, "Toofy's going to kill me if I miss it. But she'd also kill me if I didn't protect her family. Fuck's sake. Fine, elf. I will kidnap the sisters. You will have to keep them here, and ensure their loyalty. If they betray us, for their Domina, I will ensure you die slowly."

He vanished with a deafening noise, and Esme looked up grimly.

She knew why he was hesitant. No conspiracy would last longer than its weakest link, and that was currently her and Taudry. They had no strong reason to be loyal to the new empress.

The smart move would be to kill them.

"Taudry fucking hates Esme!" The halfcat howled, "Gods fuck! This is what fucking birth fucking feels like? I'm never having fucking kittens! Fuck you!"

The elf rolled her eyes, "I can't get you pregnant. So you would have to cheat on me. Just... Try and keep quiet. There's seriously something down here, with us."

"Fuck you! I hate you!" Taudry was lost to her phantom labour pains.

Esme pulled at her hair, staring into the city.

The only way she could currently prove her loyalty to the empress was to ensure that this vital tactical position was not lost. The entrance had to be preserved, for the coming military might.

She couldn't be certain that there was something in the dark. She hadn't seen anything. Yet, stones don't tend to fall that frequently on their own, even in an ageing ruin like this one.

"Taud, I can't remember Yu ever teaching me about a city that pre-existed the capital." Esme said slowly, "You were taught by those boring scholars and crap. Any vague memories?"

The halfcat sniffled, "She's sorry. She's sorry."

"Right. You're not much help, right now." Esme sighed, looking at the architecture, "That lettering... It's not proper draconic. More like..."

"Gateways." Taudry crawled up beside her, "No one can read the gateways, but we still call it draconic. Emperor claims he made gateways, but he's a goddamn motherfucking prat!"

Esme laughed at the transition, tempted to pat the halfcat's head, and then her smile dropped. "As old as the gateways... A... City... As old as the gateways... That's... Not possible..."

Taudry whined fearfully.

The elf swallowed, and raised a ward around them, "Don't touch the barrier, Taud. It'll kill."

The blue wall glowing in the dark, surrounding the two of them... Cracked.

Esme grunted and fell to one knee as she felt the other caster immediately begin to blow their way through her defences, like they weren't even there. This wasn't just a trained mage.

The elf flicked out her knives, staggering upright and glaring around, "Taud... I'm going to need you to stay behind me, stay out of the way. When this comes it's going to be -"

"Holy fuck." The halfcat spoke in disbelief, her eyes piercing the dark better than the elf's. "How many of them are there?"

"We hold." Esme said determinedly.

Taudry grunted in pain, holding just above her privates, "Hold? Shit. She didn't want to die. Does it really have to be a suicide mission, Esme?"

"We hold."

---

"Your grace." Han bowed low, touching his head to the ground.

The man lounging in front of him tossed a grape into his mouth, before spitting it out. "Gross. Sour. Though, I suppose that's to be expected, now. The plague has infected most of the vines in the entirety of the empire."

Han continued to bow.

The emperor waved a hand tiredly, "You may rise. You wished to speak to me about the plague, did you not?"

"The people are beginning to move beyond fear of it, m'lord." Han stayed bowing, "There is even whispers of removing some of the governors that you placed in position."

The emperor sighed, "Yes. I have heard the growing unrest. The people are not satisfied if they cannot have their wine. They begin to blame me, for this disturbing shift of events. Say the gods are punishing me."

Han winced, "I have come only to ask what course of action you would wish to see."

"It is true that the growing unrest is a problem." The emperor sighed heavily, "But it is one a foresaw, when I deployed the plague."

"M'lord?" Han felt a bolt of shock. He hadn't considered the possibility that the emperor had actually been behind this. Ruining the lives of his own people, threatening a rebellion.

The man shrugged guiltlessly, "It was the only guaranteed way to ensure the awakening of a certain warlock. The apprentice of Menes, who has something, that I want."

"M'lord?"

"Oh, shut up." The emperor sighed, leaning back, "If I have to spell it out to you. I intend, shortly, to become more than I am. I became a demigod, when I was crowned."

"Yes, m'lord." Han bowed his head, remembering it.

The man shrugged, "To ascend, to truly ascend, I need more of Menes' magic. More sacrifices. The orks come to their deaths, to assist me. The dead warlock, awakened by the plague, brings her dead army, which I will seize from her."

Han swallowed nervously.

The emperor shrugged, "The gods... Are not entirely pleased about this, of course. They sent someone to stop me. A stupid little cat. She's rallying her forces in a place she thinks no one knows about. A city, beneath our city."