213: Nobody Home

“We’re back~!” Ember announced loudly in an upbeat tone as she walked into the warm lair that was Samantha’s armor shop. She was shadowed by two shirtless young lads that looked like they’d arrived at the gym for their daily workout: well-built, toned muscles, and fiery passion in their eyes.

“Huh? Nobody here?” Ember wondered as she walked from room to room, past the armor stands, looking around for any sign of life.

“Are you telling me I passed up on drowning my dick in soft breasts of two twin milfs for this?” one of the men complained as it became more and more apparent that nobody was home.

“Have you ever seen how an eyeball boils?” Ember asked as she slowly walked forward without even turning to the complaining young man.

“N-no,” the young man answered nervously.

Ember stopped, turned around, and glared at the man while asking, “Do you want to find out how it feels like?”

The man shook his head as drops of cold sweat formed on his pale forehead.

“Good, then we have an understanding,” Ember said and walked forward to the spot where she left Samantha and Beatrice. She almost took another step, but stopped just before stepping with her boot into a giant, glistening, drying puddle.

“Looks like we missed all the action,” the other man commented as he recognized the contents of the drying puddle.

Ember crouched at the edge of the puddle and run her index finger through it. She then brought the finger close to her thumb and rubbed the collected sample between the index finger and her thumb before taking a whiff.

“About half an hour old,” Ember concluded.

“No way!” the complaining man protested. “It’s on a wooden floor! In that amount of time, the liquid would have seeped in and absorbed by the wood! For it still to be on the surface...”

“Just what kind of orgy did we miss that created such was amounts of cum and juices?” the other man asked in disbelief.

“I honestly did not think it was an event we could miss,” Ember said quietly. “Even in utter desperation, Samantha would have never ran out of here in her condition... Unless... It can’t be!”

Ember swiftly stood up and rushed back outside. The two shirtless men glanced at each other before following Ember without question.

The moment that Ember was back out in the dark alley, she rushed up the same narrow stairs she used to get down, but as soon as she was at the top, she took another turn, away from the direction that lead toward the busier streets.

Ember swiftly navigated the dark, claustrophobic, winding alleys that led past sadder and sadder looking buildings, most of which looked abandoned, ruined, and on the brink of collapse. Upon coming across a half-open wooden door that hung at an angle on its rusty hinges, Ember went inside, quickly followed by the two men who had no desire to fall behind and get lose track of a very scary woman.

It was pitch black inside the building Ember went in and smelled of mold, but Ember lit the way forward with a small flame in her hand, and the men saw her approach a wooden, rotting staircase. The light was just bright enough for the men to see where to place their feet without tripping, as long as they stayed just a few steps behind Ember.

Although the men had good enough cardio to not get winded as they went higher and higher, they noted that Ember’s swift pace did not slow in the slightest even as they passed the fourth floor of this ruined building and went up another flight.

The final flight of stairs was brighter as the men saw another source of light—an open hatch to the roof with a separate ladder leading up to it just a few feet away from the staircase. Ember put her fire out and went up the ladder first. The men followed.

“Woah,” one of the shirtless men gasped when he raised his head outside and saw a beautiful evening view of the city.

As both men got on the roof, they saw Ember approach two other women that sat at the end of the ridge of the roof, observing the red sky as the sun disappeared behind the city walls in the distance.

“There was a time when you despised this city,” Ember announced her presence as she approached Samantha’s back, who wore her dark red, sleek scale mail armor.

“I had forgotten how much I missed being outside,” Samantha said in a melancholic tone.