She was seated at her desk as usual, the torches illuminating the reports she read in the dark cavern when she heard a knock on the door.
"You may come in,"
The door slowly creaked open. Her eyes shot wide open. Her skin crawled and she could feel her throat dry up. A baby boy sat at the door step, staring transfixed at her.
Her nose twitching from the scent of death. The sudden cool wind making her tremble. Every moment that passed her heart pounded against her chest as if to escape. Her body sweating. The torches guttered like dying gasps, their light swallowed by the baby's irises -pupils dilating into abysses.
Instantly, an ear piercingly loud wail erupted dazing her. She tried blocking out the noise but the wail pierced right through her attempt. The cavern shook all around her. Yet the baby's lips were sealed shut. He only stared at her. His wretched mother. His blue eyes drained her of energy the more she looked into them. The wail dizzying her into nausea. She tried looking away but couldn't. She tried standing up but her legs remained transfixed. She was hopelessly stuck.
"...why," the baby spoke with the weight of a thousand.
Her pounding heart knotted in her chest. She bit her tongue and gripped her seat tighter.
The ground began to crack, break and crumble all around her. She desperately tried to get up but her body refuted her. The only thing she could do was stare at her baby until the ground dissolved beneath her. The sudden plunge into a free fall made her scream but no voice came. A silent scream. For a silent wail. All the while his blue eyes followed her to her downfall.
She crashed onto her bed and woke up with a jolt. Profusely sweating. Hyperventilating and eyes shifty. She clenched her heart. She scanned her surroundings as if wholly unaware of where she was. She took a deep breath.
"Damned rat..."she whispered.
Abruptly the door slammed open.
"My lady, are you in danger?!"
A lady burst into the room wielding her spear as she rushed to her side.
She chuckled a bit, "No darling, nothing of the sort."
She said, the dizzying wails still circling in her head.
"But we heard screams my la-"
"...Josette...I'm fine" she shot a glare at her.
Josette bit her lip and relented. She looked at Josette. Bags under her eyes. The girl must've forced herself into night duty. Her eyes trailed down all the way from her dainty shoulders to her voluptuous hips. She licked her lips.
She got out of bed and abruptly hugged her. Josette squirmed under her embrace. She smacked her ass.
"Ah!"
"What did I tell you about night shifts?"
"I-i'm sorry," Josette stammered and leaned in for a kiss.
She smiled. What a thick skulled lady she had. She quickly put on her robe and grabbed her grimoire.
"Let's get to work then,"
"Understood,"
She moved through the cavern, all the women bowing their heads whilst the men -in collars- scampered away in fear. One however did not scamper away and even dared to glare at her.
Immediately a black tendril coated in a purple bioluminescence shot right through his abdomen. Before he could even grunt, another pierced him right through his head. Her grimoire glowed a luminescent purple and a portal appeared beneath the deceased body. An arm grabbed the body and dragged it into the portal, blood spluttering immediately to the sounds of bones cracking and flesh tearing.
"Despicable scum,"
She spat on the ground and continued on. The rest of the men not daring to look in her general vicinity.
A large door creaked open to her office. She stood at the entrance for a moment. The torches burnt with a brilliant fervor. She tapped the ground with her foot. Stable. Most of all the wails had waned into a miserable whimper. She scoffed and sat down on her desk. A mountain of reports written on parchment on her desk. She skimmed through them. She had to handle both economic and administrative duties. Most women under her were uneducated except for her aid.
"Josette, am I being played with?" she said skimming a report.
"I beg your pardon?" Josette said as she received the report.
The report, quite detailed in nature, was on the destruction of a subsidiary node in the Baume Barony.
"...It seems so,"
"A mere Pugil?!" she rubbed her temples, "how incompetent can these men be?!"
As Josette read the report she was flabbergasted. The report read that the culprit was a survivor of Amaine. Impossible! She had meticulously made sure that there were no male survivors. Only those useful were dragged to their dungeons.
"Did you spare anyone."
Josette tensed up. That was a threat.
"No my lady!"
The witch's eyes grew cold.
"I'm sure it's either false or the culprit's cover up," she begun quickly, "there's no way a village that poor could afford an awakening ceremony even if they pulled their yearly harvests together!"
The witch was silent for a bit.
"Most likely it's a cover up,"
"Are you supposing that witches are involved?"
"Yes, most likely Hawasia Courtial, she's been trying to expand her reach into our proclaimed territory,"
"Oh? Why not the Hex Collective?"
"If I may speak out of line..." Josette hesitated.
The witch nodded.
"The collective would more likely crush and integrate us than toy with us in such an insignificant manner,"
"Just like the Rosaric Pact," the witch sighed and leaned back on her seat.
"He could be working alone," the witch prodded.
"Unlikely. There'd be no benefit,"
"We've sold plenty of our sacrifices to slavers to fill our coffers,"
"It's even more unlikely that they'd be freed so soon,"
The witch sighed. She had no choice other than to speak to Hawasia. She looked up.
Josette was still tensed up. Her heart twitched. Josette's eyes never ceased to amaze her. A golden brown of the fertile earth, a warmth pervading it that intoxicated her. Even when she averted her gaze. Her heart knotted again. No. She got up and made her way to her. She wouldn't let go.
She embraced her.
"M-my lad-"
"Shush, no need to be tense," she said as she snaked her hand into her undergarments, making sure to feel her undergrowth properly.
Her touch electric making Josette tremble and moan.
"Sorry I acted up this morning," she said her fingers now wiggling their way into her warm moist comfort.
"I-it's, ah!~ P-perfectly ah~ fine m-my lady-"
"My name," she raised her eyes and locked it with hers.
"Fauvre," Josette whispered, a virulent blush blazing across her face.
Fauvre smirked, carried her onto her desk, slamming her on top of it and kissing her. Josette clinging onto her. The wails had faded. The stress of schemes and backstabs fading into a backdrop. The scent of death overshadowed by that of lavender. Held her close as she devoured her plump lips. This was what she needed.
"Ah!~"
*****
I felt a gentle touch streak across my face, my hair getting played with and a warmth pervading my entire face from two warm pillows. I turned and held on tightly. A musky scent hit my nose. I sniffed it again. The musk was still there but a tangy sweetness on top of it. I didn't mind. The heavy chains of slumber still heavy laden upon my body.
"-aster!"
A loud squeal aroused me from slumber. Someone else erupted in uproarious laughter. I struggled to keep my eyes open. I lay there on Runa's lap. The old man from the dungeon laughing himself to tears. Runa's face turning a beetroot red. Squirming but not enough to make me uncomfortable.
"Quite the rowdy one you are," the old man said chuckling.
I couldn't quite make out my surroundings then it all hit me like a thunderbolt.
"Thank you," I said struggling to sit up.
"No! Rest, you'll worsen your injuries!" Runa quickly pulled me back onto her laps.
I caught her gaze for a moment. Her red eyes sparkling with a fervor I hadn't seen before.
"Besides," the old man began, "we would all be dead if not for you."
He clicked his tongue, "Even those cowardly rascals!"
I just nodded.
"What do you want?"
"Quick to the point eh, no time for banter?"
I stared at him.
"Tch!"
He tossed me a bag. It was filled with 173 Copper Coins.
"We struck gold with that Moss Lurker's core,"
"Did you take a cut?"
He turned and got another pouch. The twinge of dissatisfaction was short but noticeable.
"Good. Keep it."
His eyes shot up, "Heh! Thanks! I'll be off then! By the way!"
He tossed a ledger onto the desk in our room.
"Moffat wanted you to have it, the name's Mathias by the way!"
He said and immediately skipped off with the money. Bastard must've been afraid I'd change my mind.
All the while Runa had been playing with my hair.
"Where did it come from?"
"What did?"
"Your hair, it was never there,"
I was puzzled. Last time he checked, his reflection had hair just a missing face. Maybe it changed depending on the person following an underlying variable. He shook his head. It was of no importance.
"Guess I like you now," I murmured, my voice low and teasing.
She stiffened, a rush of crimson flooding her cheeks. Her nails gently scratching my side burns. Her other hand trailing lower and lower and stopping at my chest. She caressed it. Her breath occasionally hitching. Her touch was light but electric. A chest magnificently crafted by grit and will. A slight tingling in her flesh roused her, calling to something primal within her.
"Geez, there's no time for jokes!" she said getting off the bed.
She grabbed three copper coins from the pouch, cheeks still flushed.
"Stay put, I'll get the bath water!" she said, her tail clearly betraying her tone.
She looked back and caught my amused smile. She slammed the door shut. I sighed. She always became a tempest when flustered. I laid back on the wooden bed and sighed in relief.
(At least she can speak now.)
The window was still open allowing the brilliant blue moonlight cascade into the dimly lit room. The lantern's flame persistent. The ledger sat on the desk.
(I wonder how she'll take it.)
He shrugged off that thought. The morning would suffice.
She barged in with the steaming hot water. She set it down by the bed and loosened her tunic up, it dropped onto the floor revealing her figure. She was far from the skeletal frame she used to be. The moonlight traced the curves of her body sensually. Her skin glowing with a mesmerizing radiance. She squirmed under my gaze, her hips swaying from side to side, the tail following suit in a hypnotizing dance.
"Oh, sorry," I said as I got up and undressed despite her protests.
She pouted and grabbed the bathing towel. She dipped it in water and started gently washing me. Careful to be gentle around areas I had been injured.
"You'll kill yourself one day," she hissed.
"Oh and where would you be?" I teased.
She paused for a moment and looked up at me. I pushed aside strands of her wet hair. She felt her skin light ablaze as his finger trailed across her face. Only now did she realize it. She realized what he just said. She could feel her heart leap in her chest.
But what if he didn't mean it? Her heart instantly knotted. She lowered her gaze. I gently guided her eyes back to mine. Our faces so close I could feel her soft lips graze against mine. Her eyes hypnotizing. I could feel her breathe on my face. Hot and shallow. The distance closed.
Our lips met. Her soft lips melted into mine. We parted. Breathless. Only to close the distance again with a flared up hunger. Deeper this time. My tongue invaded hers. She met mine with the same fervor. My arms holding her tight as she ruffled my hair. Her shallow gasps being swallowed by kisses. We collapsed onto the bed.
The cool wind was mere whisper amidst our brewing inferno. Her hips moved instinctively. Rubbing against his thigh with a slick and needy rhythm. A soft moan escaped her lips. She sucked at my tongue and lips. Her tongue playing with mine as if she couldn't get enough.
We separated once more, a bridge of saliva the only connection to our fiery passion.
"Ma-maybe another day, you're injured today," she whispered, breathless. Her lips glistening with our saliva.
I traced my thumb across her lips watching as she parted them to gently suck on my finger.
"It won't end with a kiss,"
Her heart skipped a beat. She nodded, leaning into my embrace. We finished up washing each other's bodies and went to sleep. The first night together.
The bed was small. I threw my hand over her small frame and drew her close. Even through her tunic I could feel her scathing heat. She clung onto my arm. She arched her back and pushed her hips back and grinded her ass into my crotch a bit her tail pulling me onto her ass. I matched her and pumped my hips. Her soft ass providing comfort for my cock. Feeling the imprint of it on her ass got her closer to the edge.
She could feel my heart thunder against her back. I nibbled at her ear. A shudder ran through her as she pressed against me, a sweet musky scent filling the air, a slight squirt dousing my cock in her essence. The scent only served to edge us closer and closer to losing it. Her leather pants were off. Her ass already out. The only thing separating us being my thin tunics.
The earlier self control only an affront but our frivolous play sapped us of our remaining energy. I was too battered up to proceed, the injuries quickly catching up with me. We drifted to sleep in each others embrace.