434: Fire and Water (18+)
“Ahn!! Harder! Hardeeer!” Samantha demanded, shaking her hips between Carl and Liam. The two men thrust as hard, sweating and grunting, groping Samantha’s tits, kissing and biting every inch of her body for what little sensation they could get while they double-penetrated her ass and pussy with makeshift wooden strap-ons.
Samantha did not mind the angry fuck to spice things up a bit and compensate for the solid, soulless things inside her. So entranced she was that she did not even notice the doors to her shop open and two women barge in unannounced.
“Wrap it up! We’re leaving now!” Beatrice told Carl and Liam.
“Aww, you’re back already?” Samantha bemoaned but did not stop riding, using her time with the two eunuchs to the very last second. “How did it-ah-go at that place you went to?”
“Many captured, countless dead, a city block on fire,” Beatrice summed up.
“Ahn, that’s nice—wait, WHAT!?” Samantha completely snapped out of her sex zone and stopped moving. She hard-pushed Liam’s face away from her and said, “The plan was for you to go unnoticed!”
Samantha stared harshly at Ember with an ‘Explain!’ look.
“They expected us,” Ember shrugged. “We don’t yet know how, that’s why we’ll go to the Purple Cape headquarters and ask very nicely to tell us. Just after a quick detour to Lucarad. Beatrice is worried about Olivia, and I have a couple of acquaintances there that could come in handy.”
“Move it!” Beatrice ordered her two eunuchs who were still under Samantha. “And don’t forget the Masks of Concealment that Samantha prepared for you!”
Both men obeyed without question and pulled their wooden strap-ons out of Samantha that very second and ran to collect their few humble belongings. Chris and Jeremy were already behind Beatrice and Ember, Jeremy still adjusting his kilt he found just moments before, and Chris carrying unconscious Olivia, dressed in her classic, torn-up ninja outfit. The buff eunuchs had seen many sides of their Sex Goddess, the Gifter of Cocks. They witness many amazing feats. But this was the first time they all thought the same, single thing: Scary.
“You really started it,” Samantha uttered. “You do remember how tightly intertwined they all are, right? The Guild, Capes, royalty. If you try to take down one of them, the others will not simply sit idly when their power and position is threatened.”
“We were past that when Beatrice fucked a princess in front of thousands and effectively ended the Forge of Champions,” Ember said, with approval in her tone proportional to the level of violence and destruction at Beatrice’s hands.
“We’re leaving,” Beatrice said the moment Carl and Liam got their hands on their kilts.
“A-ah, wait!” Liam asked, running after Beatrice while wrapping his kilt around his damaged private area.
Before leaving the shop, Beatrice turned to Samantha and said, “I’ll be back. I promise.”
“Obviously! We had a deal,” Samantha replied with a smile.
“This way,” Ember said and took a different path than before that seemed to lead even deeper into the long-ignored bowels of the old city.
It was dark in these dirty, winding, narrow alleys before. The poorly planned building stories layered atop one another in precarious positions, now old, crumbling, and abandoned. But now, the darkness was complete. Without Ember’s handy little flames that she kept recasting in the palm of her hand that acted like torches, they would have been in pitch dark. What little sky above them peeked through the overhanding rooftops was utterly blackened by thick, toxic fumes from the spreading inferno that Ember and Beatrice started in the city.
“Doesn’t anyone have some kind of water magic in this city?” Beatrice asked Ember, hoping that they don’t accidentally burn the whole city to the ground.
“Back when the people here still had a sense of humor, they’d say, ‘if they were any good, they’d be dead’,” Ember chuckled. “After all, the best warriors were supposed to either defeat the demons or die trying. And it wasn’t like every other person was born with elemental magic. Another reason why your work down in the Forge was so devastating to the Guild.
“But, sure, a few come to mind that can stop that fire. Mimi, a lieutenant among the Purple Capes, would be one of them. Heh, my niece could do it easily, not that Samuel would ever let her go there.”
Seeing how that did not alleviate Beatrice’s concern, Ember added, “Don’t worry! It’ll be fine! This accursed corpse of a city has seen far worse than me and is still somehow standing.”