197: Armor Dealer’s Shop? (18+)
“That was fast,” Ember said with a congratulatory grin to Beatrice once the succubus was out of the alley and rejoined her bodyguard. “I’d make a premature ejaculation joke if I didn’t personally hear the bunny girl moan in ecstasy. Did you even bother asking for her name before you creampied her?”
“I thought it better not to spread my name for now,” Beatrice answered.
“Will she also be pregnant?” Ember asked as they resumed their walk through the busy streets.
“No,” Beatrice shook her head. “Maybe if she wanted to… But for now, I don’t want to endanger any more girls until I’ve figured out what the hell is going on in this doomed city. How long until we reach your armor dealer?”
“Right this way,” Ember said and took a sudden turn off the busy street into a much darker alleyway.
Even on the main streets of Klapsus half of the buildings looked like they remained upright only by bracing against each other for support. In this alley, however, the malformed three-story houses seemed to lean over the dark narrow path, obstructing the sky, threatening to collapse on unwelcome intruders.
“Of, don’t mind us,” Ember chuckled as she stepped over a naked, half-conscious beastkin couple.
The alley forked several times, darkening with each time. If not for Ember’s guidance, Beatrice would have had little chance to find this obscure armor shop had she simply been given directions.
“Down here,” Ember said, turned, and went down a narrow flight of stairs that Beatrice would have otherwise walked right past without even noticing.
At the base of the stairs was another paved narrow alley with the only dim source of light coming from the gaps between the rooftops far above their heads. Beatrice saw a muscular man up ahead, walking in their direction. Despite his bald head, he looked to be in his prime—six feet tall with a square jaw and pecs the size of forty-five-pound weight plates.
“Hey, Pavel!” Ember greeted the man.
“O-oh, Ember? Hello!” Pavel greeted Ember. He seemed winded, tired, yet satisfied at the same time. Beatrice realized that Pavel was slouching and otherwise he would have stood even taller. “Haven’t seen you in years! Who’s that beauty with you?”
“A story for another time, I’m afraid. But what’s with that breathing? Don’t tell me that you still haven’t gotten used to Samantha’s demands even after all this time!” Ember said with a cheeky smile while obviously changing the subject.
“Oh, it’s not about getting used to,” Pavel said with a sigh. “I’ve had to pick up the slack after others so often that my shift is now by default longer than anyone else’s.”
Ember sighed and said, “Yes, I’ve noticed that reliable men are harder and harder to find these days. Unfortunately, we’re on a tight schedule, so I’ll have to cut this reunion short.”
“That indeed is a shame,” Pavel said. “See you around!”
“One day, maybe,” Ember said quietly.
“A friend?” Beatrice asked.
“Someone that can be counted on,” Ember said and looked back at the man that walked up the stairs and soon disappeared out of sight. “It’s this door.”
“Oh,” Beatrice barely recognized the semblance of a bleak, dark, dirty wooden door in the bleak, dark, dirty façade. It turned out that there was even a window next to the door, but it was unlikely that it was ever cleaned since the building’s construction. Beatrice could only conclude that either this particular Ember’s contact was hiding in the darkest corner of the city they could find, or she was about to meet this world’s version of mole people.
Ember turned the handle, pushed the door inside, and disappeared into the bleak darkness inside. After a deep breath, steeling her resolve to face the unknown, Beatrice followed.
After just a few steps inside, Beatrice saw Ember’s back. Her bodyguard stopped at a seemingly dead end, walled on all three sides. By now the darkness was almost complete. What little light there was, came from the dark alley just outside. Beatrice felt increasingly uneasy in this tiny, claustrophobic space, that seemed to be bigger than a closet.
“Close the door,” Ember told Beatrice as soon as the succubus was inside.
With some hesitation, Beatrice moved the door shut, feeling as if she willingly entombed them both. As soon as Beatrice closed the door, Ember pushed against the wall in front of her, and—much to Beatrice’s relief—the thick wall slid aside, immediately straining Beatrice’s light-deprived retinas with a bright light shining from within wherever they were about to walk into.
What otherwise might have been a pleasantly warm yellow light, was currently blinding for the succubus. Along with the light, Beatrice felt warm air from the inside hit her like a wave. The wall that Ember pushed moved slowly giving off an aura of a tomb being open for the very first time after a millennium. But instead of stone on stone, the wall moved with a scraping sound of wood against wood.
“It’s unusual for you to forget something—oh?” Beatrice heard a female voice coming from an approaching giant, multi-limbed, shadowy figure that appeared from within the bowels of its lair. Beatrice could not make out the exact shape or form of the creature while her eyes still adjusted. The figure moved unlike any human would—slowly rocking its upper body up and down with no synchronicity with the movement of its multiple limbs.
Mole people!? Beatrice squinted her eyes in disbelief that her joking prediction was about to come true while she tried to make out what sort of creature she was dealing with this time.
“Well look at what the demonling dragged in,” the creature said with a sultry female voice while grunting with a male voice.
As Beatrice’s eyes adjusted, she worked out what the strange figure was actually another six-foot-or-more tall, muscular man, holding a voluptuous blonde in his arms. Both of them were naked. The blonde had her legs spread open and up, bent at knees while the man slowly rocked her up and down, sliding her squelching wet pussy along the length of his impressive erection.