Tik Tik in the Desert 10 - The Merchant
#11 of Tik Tik's Tower
A mysterious trader arrives at Anish's tent, and the truth of the trade Tik Tik finds herself in reveals itself all-too-well.
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On a purely instinctual level, Tik Tik scurries up to the chest of the large feline figure, and Anish takes the opportunity to hold her close up against him, his cock sliding in between her thighs, unashamed as he stares at the imposing figure standing as tall as the ceiling--taller than he.
"I apologize, as I was expecting you to come visit a bit later, my friend. Come, sit. May I get you something to eat or drink? Your journey must have been unfathomably far.
The stranger plops upon the rug, inscrutable legs under many robes twist into a tangle of a crossed-legged position, and even in this state, it looms highly over the head of Tik Tik's business partner.
There is something oddly familiar about this robed figure, but the memories come more as emotions and vague recollections to the kobold. The more she glanced over her shoulder with her cheek pressed against the chest fluff, the more inclined she felt to pin herself to the strong, dominant presence she finds herself in.
The more comfortable she feels to serve.
She hardly notices, then, when he places his hands upon her sides, urging her to slide down, her thighs rubbing along his shaft, until finally, she realizes what he wants when the head kisses between her legs to her stimulated sex.
Tik Tik's lips spread, and the kobold huffs and sighs, her eyes fluttering closed as her body spreads for him, taking in his big, juicy cock. That tingling in her that is so familiar and so wonderful just keeps her from being afraid, at least, that is, for the time being.
The strangely silent stranger watches the decadent display before it with a silence that is quite uncanny. Thick leather gloves pull the string of the pouch it carries, and from it large and glimmering sapphires tumble free, bright blue and shimmering in delight.
Tik Tik cannot help herself but to look at the sound of the tumbling jewels and is reminded of her home, a home that she had left perhaps for the last time when she said her final and harsh words to her queen.
Anish's groans fill the room as he unloads into his kobold. Warm, thick spunk spills inside her, yet she doesn't mind at all, even as her grip loosens and she flops off of Anish's pole, tumbles down, and lands wiht her head upon the rug, staring upside-down at the visitor and their collection of jewels.
Shifting his pants back up, Anish lays back, scratching his chest. "That's quite a sum you have there. That's a great price you are paying for just two kobolds."
The figure grunts, and there's a malice that Tik Tik feels emanating from its form.
"Ah, so you saw them already. Were they not to your liking?"
The visitor's gloved hand raises up, pointing squarely at Tik Tik. She stares, cross-eyed at the determined finger, her heart racing.
"Ah, I'm afraid that this one is not for sale," Anish says. "I am keeping her for my own personal amusement."
She can't help herself but hiss at that, but he shuts her up with a foot pressing against her snoot, smushing her cheek against the rug. "That's right," he growls. "I claim her. You can have the others. I don't care what that slave promised you. This is my trading camp, and this is your only means of trade here, my friend. You are, of course, free to attempt to plead your case to the sultan, if you'd like."
The visitor pauses. There is no malice, there is no growling. They just bend over, flicking one-by-one some of the sapphires before pocketing the rest of the jewels back into their impressive pouch.
"That seems like a much fairer trade to me, my friend. I do hope you enjoy your stay here before you leave in your vessel."
The visitor stomps up in its own inscrutable way, practically hovering as it backs out of the tent, leaving Tik Tik and her apparent master alone.
Anish lifts his foot, and Tik Tik immediately crawls up to a stand, her fingers flicking, and her eyes crackling. "Tik Tik is not yours, Anish. We partners!"
The rakshasa leans forward, brushing her head with the back of his hand. "But of course we are," he growls. "I just need to bring up proper appearances for our guests. Now then, you should clean yourself up, my partner. We have quite the distance to travel, because you're going to show me that tower you've found.
Tik Tik gulps, but nods. "F... fine. But Tik Tik want her book back."
"You'll have to go see my resident magical appraiser for that one," Anish says, giving her his curved-fang smile. "I'm sure the two of you will get along dearly."
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The oasis is clear, with not the sight of habitation or travel among the wind-swept dunes. The small party of travelers rest by the crisp and relaxing water, but one among their party squats at the grass by the pool.
One of his companions calls out from the water. "Hey, you should come on in. The water's great!"
"Hold, friend," the robed traveler says, reaching a gauntleted hand down and pinching something between his fingers. He brings it up to the sky, letting the sun reflect off of the shimmering pink scale.
"They've been here," he says, "and she was with them. We're close--oh, so very close."