Wicked Amusement Ch. 09

"Yeah," she snapped, kicking the staff into her hand, "screw you!"

She turned and started running for the brothel. She heard Lim running after. She wasn't in much of a mood for snappy one-liners right now, but in Ceffy's state, she doubted it mattered.

She had to make this right.

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Snatch whipped his scythe out in barely enough time to knock away the guard's sword thrust. He pushed forward and rammed into the gangly woman, knocking her down.

He wasn't as graceful as these elves, but damn if he wasn't a lot heavier. And being light on your feet wasn't always such a good thing, as it turned out.

He lurched backward as a sword lashed towards him, slicing through his armor cleanly. He felt a momentary burning pain and grimaced. A shallow cut. He hoped so, anyways.

He countered by swinging his scythe with as much viciousness as he could muster. He had to take these elves out while they were still measuring him as a fighter. For now, they weren't sure he wasn't some sort of brilliant warrior. Once the remaining three realized he was really just a street tough, they'd eviscerate him.

The thing about it was, there just wasn't really much dodging a well-swung scythe.

Two elves fell to the ground, whimpering in pain from deep gashes in their stomachs. Blood poured out, staining the hallway floor. The sight would have made a younger Snatch sick, but it just vaguely unsettled him now. The knowledge that two of his attackers were down more than made up for it. And now he wasn't surrounded.

He only had milliseconds to consider all this, of course, because he was already hitting the ground. It wasn't a graceful dodge. It was pretty much a fall. He felt a finely-cut blade rustle his dark hair.

Perhaps a few hairs were cut.

Snatch kicked backwards. He contacted a knee and heard—and felt—an unpleasant pop. A cry followed this.

He was rolling over to see how effective he'd been when a heavy wooden cudgel came down on his left shoulder.

Snatch wasn't much of a fan of empathy. He really wasn't a fan of it being forced upon him. The pop that his shoulder gave made scream in pain and rage.

"Hit him again," he heard Cellesixe say, her voice as cold as falling icicles. "I think I would like him to lose a few of his scant brain cells to this. Perhaps he'd learn a thing or two."

Snatch crawled forward, desperately trying to gain distance. He had, what, two attackers? They'd been stupid. He could still win this.

"I must say, Alrek," Cellesixe said, her voice sweet but biting, "it is a rare treat to finally see you on your knees before me."

Snatch looked up.

Cellesixe loomed over him, a smug smile on her face. He could almost see the woman raising the club reflected in the crime boss's sly eyes. He knew it was going to come down any second. And then there would be no more Snatch. No more Alrek. No more of... any of this.

Out of ideas, his good arm lunged into the Really Good Satchel. There had to be something useful in here. Something... anything...

"You know, I might be persuaded toward an alternative," Cellesixe said slowly. She giggled. "Illetrys is nice, but... sometimes I prefer an unwilling sub, no? Don't you think it spices things up a little?" She winked. "Perhaps we could come to an arrangement that doesn't involve a splotch of blood on my lovely floors?"

He looked up at her, barely able to believe it. She was offering to spare his life. After all this, the mob boss... wanted to bed him.

"You're really easy to peg, y'know that?" he rasped.

She smirked. "No one has been allowed yet."

"I mean... easy to understand." He rolled his eyes. "You act like you've got all these levels, but you're just a sadistic asshole. You just wanna show me who's boss."

And just like that, her smirk was gone. Like makeup washing away, the smiles, the giggles, the little indulgent looks—all of it fell away. What remained was... nothing.

Nothing at all. "You don't know me," she said coolly. "And I don't think you ever shall. A pity."

"I think I know too much already."

She gave a dry chuckle. "Truer words have never been—"

Snatch pulled his hand out of the haversack and pointed a loaded crossbow at Cellesixe.

She blinked in surprise.

He blinked in surprise.

Then he fired.

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Cellesixe wasn't sure where this 'Alrek' had gotten a most convenient rucksack from. She wasn't sure why he'd waited until now to draw out a fully loaded crossbow. Who kept a fully loaded crossbow in their rucksack, magic or no?

She blinked.

He will never fire it, she thought, staring down the length of the bolt. It was a little thing, really. A short shaft of wood and metal. A petty thing. A lucky draw.

Cellesixe had always been one for the luck of the draw. Luck was the only advantage she'd ever really had, starting out, and she knew she'd always leaned on it a bit too heavily. Fate just seemed to respect her. She had never been one to shrink from taking risks.

That was probably why she'd decided to go with this scheme, come to think of it.

He will never fire it, she thought again. She felt very certain of this. She almost found herself smiling. It was very simple, really. My death will be a more important thing. A less petty thing. He will never—

In all honesty, she'd never really thought about death.

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Larya and Lim were about halfway to the brothel when Lim's upper ears twitched.

The sounds of bowstrings twanging were the first and only warning. To Lim, they were all she needed. She shoved into Larya, knocking them both to the ground as arrows flew overhead.

"It's an ambush!" the catgirl hissed, ears flattening..

"How many?" Larya whispered.

"Twelvish." Lim's ears twitched again. She grabbed Larya by the hand and leaped to her feet, bolting as more arrows fired from the facing row of houses. "Take cover!"

There was no cover. They were going to take some hits, and all Lim could do was pray she'd be able to patch them up before—

She stopped short as she felt something shift in the World Base. A loud thudding sound matched the rhythm of the shifts. Glancing back, Lim saw Larya beating her quarterstaff against the ground.

Thin plates of stone tore out of the earth, rising up to encircle the pair. Lim heard the arrows shattering against rock.

"I figure, why take it when you can make it?" Larya grinned.

Lim grinned back, despite her nerves. Holy shit. This woman was a fucking prodigy.

I've gotta have her.

"But seriously, we need a plan." Larya ducked as an arrow shot into the side of her little fortress, chipping off the top. "Elves are good climbers, and I have no idea how to convince the rocks to make a roof."

"Oh, that's simple," Lim said. He eyes narrowed. "But not enough. There's at least twelve of 'em here."

"Well..." Larya bit her lip. "Maybe the plants—"

"Nah. Nah." Lim started to smile. Now that the immediate danger was past, her scattered brain was at last coalescing around a plan. A foolproof plan. It couldn't fail. "Nah, I know how we play this."

"Um. And how is that?"

"Larya." Lim turned to her, beaming ear to ear. "Do you know what elves are?"

"Um..." Larya squirmed. "They're... people? That's a kind of offensive question, Lim."

"Oh, they're people." Lim nodded eagerly. "But I mean, biologically. Know what they are?"

"They're like humans, aren't they?"

"That's right. Not undead, not demon, not fey. No intrinsic magic to them." Lim held up a finger, leaning to the side as a lucky arrow whistled past her hair and broke on the stone plates behind her. "But they came from the days of the Courts. Primordial fey who lost sight of their Primal Code. They made themselves mortal, Larya. But the connection still sticks. That's why the channel makes 'em so horny."

"Okay." Larya blinked. "Thanks for the history lesson." She looked up sharply, no doubt hearing what Lim had heard a few seconds ago. "They're in the trees!" she hissed.

"Follow my lead."

And Lim reached over, grabbed Larya's staff from her, and pounded it against the ground.

The stone plates sank back into the earth.

"Oh, lovelies!" she called, in her sweetest voice. "We'd like to make a deeeeal!"

There was a silent pause. Larya shot her a frantically skeptical look, which Lim ignored.

A pair of elves stepped out from behind a tree trunk up ahead. A redhead and a blonde. They did not carry bows, and they were dressed quite scandalously—prostitutes, and expensive ones, no doubt. Lim licked her lips.

"What kind of deal?" asked the blonde. She was smirking, but a catch in her tone conveyed evident interest.

Lim's smile widened.

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Larya listened while the catgirl spoke to the two elves, who called themselves Isamine and Pellesise. Pellesise, a sultry blonde with a sly smirk and a pair of pipes at her belt, was coy and canny, and her words made Larya dizzy. She never seemed to give a straight answer. Isamine, by contrast, was red-eyed and disoriented. She frequently giggled at things that weren't really funny, and had started to subtly masturbate as the talks went on. Well, not that subtly. It was more subtle in that nobody seemed to really care.

And Lim...

... Lim was acting like a complete ditz.

It was almost embarrassing. The catgirl kept giggling and batting her eyelashes. She kept forgetting people's names. She acted like she had no idea what was going on. She kept making obvious innuendo, and seemed mostly just interested in getting into the elves' pants. Larya had to keep from cringing. Apparently, Lim's 'foolproof plan' hadn't accounted for her own scattered brain and focused libido. Larya prayed there was a Plan C.

"You seem very distracted," Pellesise said, smiling, echoing Larya's thoughts.

"Am I?" Lim giggled and batted her eyelashes. "Er, sorry. I'm still really... really horny. A lot's been, um, going down today."

"So I saw," Isamine said, licking her lips. "Hungry kitten."

"I guess? More like thirsty!" Lim gave a nervous grin. "But, uh, seriously. We wanna make a deal."

"I'm sure you do," Pellesise said.

"Yeah." Lim was visibly entranced by Isamine's considerable exposed cleavage. "Uh... well, this is all gotta be way beyond your pay grade, right?"

"Not really," Pellesise said.

"We get paid super good!" Isamine said.

"Well, I mean..." Lim glanced back at Larya, biting her lip. "We're pretty dangerous. I don't wanna have to, like, kill any of you. Or something?

The elves just laughed. Laughed at the two naked women, surrounded, unarmed, with a diplomat too horny to think straight. Larya's cheeks burned. She wasn't sure if this kind of humiliation was part of Lim's 'plan', but it was starting to turn her on.

"I think our kitten is having difficulty concentrating," Pellesise said slyly.

Lim rubbed her legs together, giving Larya an uncertain look. "Um... I'm fine."

Pellesise ignored her, patting Isamine on the shoulder. "Perhaps you should help her focus, pet?"

"Hm? Oh!" Isamine's eyes lit up. "Sure! I can help Kitten focus on something!"

"Not necessary," Lim mumbled, voice devoid of conviction.

Isamine just smiled. She started to advance on the pair, swaying her hips with each step.

Larya tensed to run. But Lim didn't seem eager to run. Actually, she seemed... paralyzed. Larya stared at the catgirl, and realized that Lim's eyes were still locked on Lim's jiggling boobs.

"Lim!" she hissed. "We've gotta run! This isn't working!"

"No..." Lim said, sounding distant. "I think... maybe this'll convince them?"

"They're using us!"

"I got... under control," Lim murmured, her fingers crawling towards her pussy.

"We don't have time!" Larya pleaded.

Isamine was halfway to them now. Her walk was slow and sensuous—almost hypnotic in her rhythmic swings of the hips. Larya had to deliberately tear her eyes away back to Lim as the elf spoke. "Won't take long," Isamine moaned, caressing her breasts beneath the tight corset. "Just a little... playtime... with my little kitten. Mm..."

"Oh, fuck," Lim whimpered. "I... I-I hate to be a stereotype, but I'm just... really into pet-play." She took a step forwards Isamine.

"What?" Larya was aghast. She grabbed Lim's hand. "Lim, stop!"

Lim looked over at Larya and smiled. It was a dreamy, dazed smile. "You wanna let go of my hand?"

Isamine was about ten seconds from them now. "No!" Larya snapped. "We are going to run, and we are—" Before she could say another word, Lim leaned over and started planting kisses along Larya's neck. And holy shit, she was a good kisser. Larya gasped at the little caresses. "Ah! No... no, Lim..." She could feel the lust building back up again. She swallowed. "We gotta... gotta..."

"Don't worry 'bout it," Lim moaned loudly. "I'll jus' be minute."

"B-but..." Larya was bright red, seeing Isamine's and Pellesise's smug looks. She knew what she looked like to them.

Then Lim's kisses reached her earlobe, and she cooed in Larya's ear, "When she reaches me, get behind her. Push her into me. As soon as my cute ass hits the grass, run."

Larya blinked.

She knew how it looked—protesting at Lim's wantonness until she got a few sweet kisses to quiet her down—but she went silent and waited.

And now Isamine stood before them. The elf smiled at Lim. "You wanna lick me out?" she purred. Her voice was utterly devoid of subtlety, of subtext. All she had was lust, but lust was enough. She pulled up her skirt, revealing a wet, shaved pussy. "Wanna be my good pet pussy?"

Lim swallowed. She licked her lips with that rough tongue Larya had come to know so well. "Um... um..."

"I taste so nice," Isamine cooed, fingering her folds, opening them just a little. "Be a good little kitten for me."

"... okay." Lim bowed her head submissively, sinking to her knees.

Isamine took another step forward—

"Hey!" Pellesise barked. "Izzy, look ou—"

Larya shoved.

She only had a split-second to see what was happening before she turned to run. Isamine gave a surprised, "Ooh!", and fell forwards. She would have tripped over the kneeling Lim, but Lim caught her by the waist. The catgirl's face dove inwards as she herself fell backwards.

As Lim was falling backwards, face buried in the elf's cunt, the grass they were falling into began to grow long. Very long. And the seeds were getting heavier, fuzzier. Almost like feathers.

Larya started to run as she heard the pair land in the suddenly very tall grass. She heard gasps. Moans. Giggles. The giggles got louder and louder as Isamine appeared to realize just how badly she was getting tickled.

Pellesise raised her hand as Larya raced towards her. "You—"

And then it hit her.

It was another channel. A powerful one. Larya nearly doubled over as pure lust and pleasure surged through her, but momentum kept her going. Her feet moved as through possessed, sprinting forward and springing over Pellesise as the latter's knees buckled.

Pellesise was moaning. Gasping. Screaming. And so were elves all around them. Isamine's screams were the loudest, but Lim's were not far behind.

Larya was moaning, too, she realized.

Even at this distance, she could feel her pussy gushing. Her knees locked and jerked like marionette joints, desperate to fold as the orgasm took her, but she struggled to maintain her pace. She had never run while orgasming before.

Larya let out a tortured moan as she at last hit the ground, unable to run any further. She squirmed, fingers lunging for her cunt. Whatever trick Lim was pulling was unbearable. She fingered herself to a second orgasm in mere seconds, her face a gasping, sweaty mess.

As she recovered from this orgasm, her fingers were already starting to move her towards a third. She looked up at the building she'd stopped by.

The image of a pretty half-naked moth girl helped bring Larya to that third. But after that, the image crystallized. Larya realized she was right in front of the The Cooing Wraith.

And the sounds coming from within the brothel brought her to a fourth screaming climax.

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Snatch wasn't sure what had happened. One moment, everything had been normal. Cellesixe was dead, he was covered in blood, his arm was throbbing and broken, and he was about to have his skull caved in.

And then the next, everything had gotten weird.

The club had hit the floor next to him with a crunching sound. He'd heard a loud, erotic moan from the wielder, and then her knees had hit the floor.

Snatch rolled over and sat up, blinking. His attackers—those who were still alive—seemed to be rapidly coalescing in a licking, kissing, sucking pile. He stared at them, befuddled. The elf woman who'd brandished the club cried out in bliss as one of the swordsmen pounded into her, driving both of them rapidly towards orgasm. A third guard had somehow managed to position her cunt over that swordsman's face, and was now forcing him to eat her out even while he fucked the club-wielder.

"Oh, fuck!" cried the club-wielder, staring straight at Snatch. "F-fuck you! You mur—murder—murderAAUAUGH!" She trembled and spasmed as she hit orgasm. But their motions didn't slow one bit.

Snatch struggled to his feet, clutching his broken arm, and hurried past the inexplicable orgy. He had no idea what had prompted it, but he was glad it had happened now. He had to get out of here. He'd just killed Cellesixe, the most feared crime boss in the world.

Worse, he'd mostly done it by accident.

Seriously, who the hell kept a loaded crossbow in their satchel, magic or no?

He rushed down the hall and made his way to the door to the entrance room. He didn't hesitate before opening it.

In hindsight, he rather wished he'd hesitated.

Elf prostitutes filled the chamber. Men and women alike were fucking like animals, mounting each other, sucking and fingering and licking and kissing and... breeding. There was no other word for the sort of animalistic lust they were showing.

As several of them looked up and gave wild grins at him, he slammed the door shut, heart pounding, and tried to ignore their cooing calls after him.

"Stay with us a while!"

"Take me, human!"

"We just wanna have some fun!"

He turned to find another exit.

Snatch found himself staring into the half-lidded eyes of Illetrys. The elf woman stood before him, her corset covered in womanly juices, her skirt completely gone. She was masturbating right in front of him now.

"Going so soon?" she slurred, blowing perfumed smoke into his face.

Snatch breathed in.

And collapsed.

"No more teasing," she cooed, dropping to her knees to straddle his knees. "You're gonna be a good, big boy for me now."

Snatch reached blearily for his dagger.

Then the door he'd just closed opened. Three beautiful elven women poked their heads in, beaming as they saw his plight.

Alrek despaired.

His cock rejoiced.

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TO BE CONCLUDED