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All Characters and setting were inspired by the Out of Placers webcomic (OOPS) and world created by Valsalia

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Yinglet Squire by Teether

Chapter 4 (If you do not want to read smut then continue on to the next chapter)

Passing through the gates of Valsalia, Cyrillah is overwhelmed by all the new sights, sounds and smells. The thick crowds of people, the condensation of buildings, the bark of people haggling in the marketplace, and the caustic smell of trash mixed with an open sewer. All of it made Cyrillah’s head spin, most of all the mix of creatures in the streets. Cyrillah had lived amongst yinglets her whole life but never had she seen them living so close to humans or in such ratty condition. Most of them seemed underfed and desperate compared to her enclave back home. The yinglets here seemed to just disappear and become invisible inside the hustle of daily life.

Even more interesting to her were the creatures she’d never seen before called baxxid. Vacar made a B-line to the marketplace, determined to fill all their supplies before night fell. The first stall Vacar had come to was staffed by a giant, ashen black, baxxid. As Vacar and the baxxid made small talk, Cyrillah couldn’t help but stare at the hulking beast. Cyrillah squinted at the monster, trying to tell where its face began and where it ended.

As Vacar finished his purchase and walked away to the next stall, the baxxid turned its massive head towards Cyrillah.

“Hhhhhhhnnnnnyes?” the baxxid rumbled

Cyrillah jumps, “Oh!....Uh….sorry…I didn’t mean to stare I-“

“HhhhhhnnnItssss ok, you wouldn’t be the first onnnne…..and you won’t be the lasssssst” said the baxxid sounding irritated

“Come on Cyril! We ain’t got all day and we got a lot to cover!” shouts Vacar waving from a couple stalls over

Cyrillah rushes over to Vacar’s side, happy to be away from the large snake-like beast. Cyrillah’s mind fills with thoughts of her being easily skewered or eaten by the large, intimidating, creature.

“Don’t look so flustered my little warrior. The baxxid are perfectly harmless, even at your size. They’re probably more afraid of you then you are of them.” Says Vacar purchasing some fruit. Cyrillah looks back once more at the baxxid in the stall serenely spacing out into the market place.

Cyrillah feels her stomach growl as she stands on her tip toes to look at the display of fruit. She reaches out to inspect a ripe pendel fruit before her hand is smacked away.

“Ow!” Cyrillah exclaims as she rubs her sore hand

“Keep your diseased mitts off my goods scav. I don’t need no more dirty thieves hovering around my stall than I already got” said the merchant behind the stall

“I wasn’t going to steal it! I was looking at it you asshole!” says Cyrillah

The merchant taps a sign in the middle of fruit display reading, “No scavs”

“I am not a goddamn scav! I am fucking squire!” spits out Cyrillah

The merchant looks Cyrillah up and down sarcastically before letting out a tremendous baleful of laughter, “All you scavs are nothing but a bunch of thieves and plague carriers. You ain’t foolin anyone with that getup yah fucking runt”

Cyrillah steams as she jumps, grabbing a soft fruit off the table before hurling it at the merchant’s face. The ripe fruit explodes, covering the merchant’s entire head in sticky pulp.

Cyrillah turns tail and quickly sprints off into the crowd laughing before the merchant has a chance to wipe the gunk from his blood red, mad as hell, face.

Day rapidly turns to night as Vacar and Cyrillah finish their journey around the Valsalia marketplace. A visibly tired Cyrillah and a remarkably still energetic Vacar make their way to a remote corner of the city. Vacar leads Cyrillah through twists, turns and around all different odd corners to the point that Cyrillah is beginning to question whether Vacar even knows where he’s going until….

“We’re heeerrree” says Vacar in a cheery tone

“We’re where? I don’t see anyzhing” says Cyrillah wilted and annoyed

Vacar grabs Cyrillah by the top of the head and turns her gaze towards a large building smack dab between a stretch of row houses, “The brothel my dear little compatriot, I thought you’d wouldn’t be so quick to forget”

“Zhis is it?” says Cyrillah with a skeptical look

“Don’t judge a baxxid by the shape of its face lah-lah” says Vacar walking towards the door

Vacar opens the door and waves for Cyrillah to come inside, “After you”

Cyrillah feels a rush of anxiety flush through her chest as she stammers for a second. Vacar raises an eyebrow as Cyrillah takes a deep breath. She blows out the lungful of air as she composes herself before heading through the door and inside the brothel.

The yinglet is immediately hit with the strong scent of incense and perfume as she looks around the main room. The large main room has a high-vaulted ceiling with see-through cloth of all different colors hanging down to the floor. Around the room are lounging areas filled with plush couches and tables with still smoldering biteleaf pipes. The walls are adorned with frescos of people in every imaginable sexual position. Past the main room is a long hallway with multiple corridors and rooms. Cyrillah looks away from the walls, beginning to feel her face becoming flustered.

“Ahhhhh, didn’t I tell your cheap, copper pinching, ass to never show your face here again?”

Vacar and Cyrillah turn to see a professional looking woman in a large flowing robe painstakingly embroidered with intricate patterns. The staunch air of the woman immediately establishes her authority to everyone around her.

“Phhffftt you wouldn’t turn me away even if I had a single copper you money grubbing bitch” says Vacar playfully

The woman slaps Vacar in the face before they both engage in a warm and friendly hug.

“Oh Madam Luna, you are never gonna let me live down that time I tried to haggle are you?” says Vacar breaking off from the hug

“Nope! Not until you or I are put into the dirt. Seriously Vacar, haggling on prostitutes? Tsk tsk. keep that shit in the market place and away from my girls” said Madam Luna with a flick of her ornate paper hand fan

“Well, I think this time your going to be more than pleased. I assume this is enough to cover an overnight stay for two?” says Vacar pulling out a weighty bag of coins and plopping them into the madam’s open hand.

Madam Luna’s eyes grow wide at the bag of coins, “Why yes, more than enough. But…you said for two? Who might I ask is the other?”

Vacar takes a step aside and takes a bow towards Cyrillah, “This here is my squire and good friend Cyrillah. Am I correct in assuming that Madam Luna’s doors are open enough to accommodate a young female yinglet?”

Madam Luna’s eyes grow even wider, “A female? A female yinglet?!”

“I know she doesn’t look much of it-“ says Vacar playfully as Cyrillah kicks him in the leg

“-but she is a female and a queer one at that so two rooms and two women will suit us nicely” Says Vacar eagerly

Madam Luna puts the coin bag under her robe a gives a slight curtsey to Cyrillah, “Me and my girls would be more than thrilled to give the two of you soldiers a warm and comfortable stay”

Cyrillah could feel her heart flutter at Luna’s warm acceptance of her and at being called a soldier. Madam Luna turns away from Vacar and Cyrillah and claps her hands loudly. A long row of women in different erotic clothing flows slowly into the main room. One by one they line up by height, standing still but relaxed.

Madam Luna nods gently to Vacar, “You and your friend may now take your pick. I wish you both an enjoyable evening”

Vacar bows slightly to Madam Luna, “The Madam never disappoints”

Vacar walks up to the row of women, walking down the line until he reaches the tallest girl in the lineup. The woman is about six foot five and slender, with flawless dark skin, a gentle face, and long black hair worn up in a bundle. She wears an elegantly see-through robe showing a flat chest and toned body underneath. Vacar gets down on one knee and takes the woman’s hand in his own. He kisses the ladies’ hand and looks up into her face.

“My fair lady, would you be so kind as to have me tonight?” says Vacar in a smooth voice

Madam Luna lets out a huff of air while rolling her eyes. The tall woman takes the hand that Vacar is holding and brings his hand up to her lips, giving it a seductive kiss.

“It would be my pleasure” she says as Vacar gets to his feet

Vacar looks back and casts Cyrillah a wink as the tall woman leads him down the corridor and into one of the rooms.

“Its your turn now little one, make your choice” says Madam Luna as she fans herself

Cyrillah jumps slightly, her heart racing once more as a knot forms in her throat. The yinglet steps forward, as the air in the room seems to change. Cyrillah can feel all the eyes in the room on her, waiting to make her choice. She walks up and down the row a couple times feeling the eyes tunneling into the back of her head, beating in with deafing silence. Eventually, Cyrillah stops near the shorter end of the line, at a fiery red headed woman with a warm face. The woman has smooth white skin adorned with freckles along her face and exposed chest. She stands a little over 5ft5 and wears emerald clothing with a giant green corset pushing up her titanic breasts. Cyrillah instantly became mesmerized with the giants the moment she saw them, as they were the largest in the entire lineup. The yinglet awkwardly gets down on one knee, taking her helmet off and placing it over her chest as she bows.

“My fair lady, would you be so kind as to have me tonight?” says Cyrillah trying to mimic Vacar’s exact tone

For a moment, silence fills the room as Cyrillah begins to fill with panic. She can feel her heartbeat in her forehead as the fear of rejection stabs icey needles into her spine. The red headed woman squats down and takes Cyrillah’s free hand, gently running her thumb across the yinglet’s fingers. Cyrillah looks up to see the woman’s warm face smiling a genuine smile that instantly melts the yinglet’s anxieties away.

The woman kisses the back of Cyrillah’s small hand, “My name is Anna, and it would be my pleasure to serve you”

Cyrillah can hardly believe it, feeling like she’s soaring on clouds as Anna helps her back to her feet. Cyrillah follows the women’s lead as she guides the yinglet by the hand to one of the back rooms. Anna opens the door and ushers the flustered little yinglet inside.

The room is beautifully elegant with the walls covered frescos of nature and warm lighting cast from surrounding candles. The far back center of the room is a queen sized stuffed bed with tall, artistically carved, banisters and see through light pink curtains. Aside from that, the room is bare except for a small mirror and porcelain washbasin.

Cyrillah walks up to the mirror, taking off her helmet and staring at her reflection. It’s the first time the yinglet had seen her appearance since leaving the enclave. So much had changed in such a short time as Cyrillah is taken aback by her more rugged and dirtied appearance.

*“You ain’t foolin anyone with that getup yah fucking runt!”

Cyrillah nervously sighs, dropping her helmet on the ground as she tries to untie her leather chest piece.

“Here, lemme help you with that” chimes Anna’s cheery voice

Cyrillah looks up as Anna squats down in front of the yinglet, “Hmm?”

“What kinda girl would I be if I didn’t help a tired soldier out of their armor?” Anna said rhetorically with a smile as she unties Cyrillah’s chest piece.

“You don’t have to keep up zhe act” says Cyrillah looking away from the woman, “I am no soldier and your not happy about fucking a yinglet”

“Hmmm, you look like a soldier to me. A pretty ballsy one at that.” said Anna taking the armor off Cyrillah’s arms

Cyrillah looks at the woman with surprise, “Ballsy?”

“Yeah, ballsy. Any yinglet trying to punch their weight with the human soldiers is just about the ballsiest thing I can think of. It takes real courage and might to do something like that.” Says Anna removing the last pieces of Cyrillah’s armor and adding it to the pile on the floor.

Cyrillah feels a sudden swell of pride, “Yeah, I guess it is pretty ballsy”

“Just remember to keep your pride in here” says Anna pointing to Cyrillah’s heart, “Rather than here” she says pointing to Cyrillah’s head, “having a big head will get you killed but having no head at all keeps you from making anything of yourself”

Anna stands back up and takes one of Cyrillah’s hands. Cyrillah looks at the reflection of her self, now standing in front of the mirror in her casual ratty clothes.

“Gods, I am really out of place here aren’t I?” says Cyrillah looking up at Anna

“Not even by a long shot. We get all types in here. Guess it comes with the territory of being based In Valsalia. We’ve had baxxid and we’ve had yinglets.” Said Anna thinking

Cyrillah could feel a weight lift off her back.

“Oh an to answer your earlier thing, I am not putting on an act. I genuinely enjoy serving as your company” says Anna slowly leading the yinglet to the bed

“Really?” says Cyrillah still in disbelief

Anna nods her head, “Mhhm, I love bringing pleasure to people, whether they be baxxid, yinglet, or queer. I just love providing love”

Anna sits down on the edge of the bed as Cyrillah struggles to climb up. Anna reaches down and helps the yinglet up onto the bed. Cyrillah sits down on the edge of the bed next to Anna as she fidgets nervously with her fingers. A quiet air fills the room.

“You’ve never been with a woman before have you?” says Anna in a calm tone

Cyrillah feels her shoulders jump at the accusation, “N-no…..no I haven’t”

Anna gently picks up one of Cyrillah’s hands, running her fingers over the yinglet’s smaller ones. Anna leans in and plants a soft kiss on the side of the yinglet’s neck. Cyrillah feels a warmth travel through her neck and down to her crotch.

“What’s the first thing you ever fantasized doing with a woman?” says Anna in a low, seductive, whisper into Cyrillah’s ear before continuing to plant slow kisses up and down the yinglet’s neck

“D-deep kissing. I always pictured myself as zhe knight saving zhe princess, j-just like in zhose cheap stories” said Cyrillah thinking back

Anna scoots back to the pile of pillows on the bed and pulls Cyrillah close into her chest.

“Oooo, how romantic. I think your already turning out to be one of my favorites” says Anna in an eager tone

Cyrillah blushes, looking away from Anna’s face, “I even plucked my shelltoozh yesterday for zhis but I understand if you don’t want to kiss a-“

Anna leans forward, turning Cyrillah’s face to her own as she slides her tongue into the yinglet’s mouth. Cyrillah is startled for a second but quickly melts in the woman’s seductive grasp.

Anna’s fat tongue gently caresses Cyrillah’s spindly one as the yinglet leans more into Anna’s body, slowly rubbing herself against the woman, begging for more. Cyrillah’s wiry tongue wraps around Anna’s tongue, massaging it as it quests around the yinglet’s mouth. Cyrillah unravels her tongue and slides her own deep into Anna’s mouth as she moans with pleasure. After a couple more minutes of back and forth, Anna and Cyrillah pull apart as the yinglet’s spindle tongue hangs loose from her mouth. Anna giggles as Cyrillah sucks her tongue back into her mouth before apologizing.

“Sorry, zhat was a bit of a mess” says Cyrillah

“Sorry? What for? That was the best damn kiss I’ve ever had. You yinglets can do wonders with those tongues” said Anna leaning back

“You don’t say” says Cyrillah rubbing her neck as she rolls her tongue around in her mouth

“So….?”

“Hm?”

“What’s the second thing you fantasized about?” says Anna rolling the tassels to her shirt through her fingers

Cyrillah feels her heartbeat spike as she gets closer to Anna. She reaches out her arms and cups what little of Anna’s ginormous breasts she can in her little hands. Cyrillah climbs up onto Anna lap and pecks kisses all across the exposed freckled cleavage. She dips her hands down into Anna’s shirt and tries with all her might to lift the titanic beasts from their cloth prison. As much as she lifts and lifts, Anna cannot free Anna’s breasts. Anna giggles before quickly undoing her corset and peeling off the emerald shirt.

Cyrillah feels like she is going to faint at the beauty before her. As Anna flung her shirt to the floor, Cyrillah quickly went back to laying kisses on every square inch of the woman’s breasts. She rubbed her face back and forth along them before making her way to Anna’s nipples. Anna moans as the yinglet flicks her thin tongue all around both nipples, giving each the same amount of attention. Cyrillah spends a long time worshipping and ogling the beauties as finally her fantasies were coming true.

After Cyrillah had her fill of breast she soon tugged at the skirt around Anna’s waist. Anna smiled at the eager little creature, pulling her legs up and sliding out of her last article of clothing.

“I think I am ready for my big, ballsy, soldier to finish me off” Anna purred as she opened her legs in front of Cyrillah

Cyrillah’s pupils turn to specks before diving head first between Anna’s legs. The yinglet eagerly laps and sucks at Anna’s clit as she rakes her nostrils through the woman’s fiery red pubes.

“Oh fuck….that tongue!” Anna says startled with pleasure

Cyrillah looks up into Anna’s face with eager eyes as she inserts her tiny fingers into the woman’s wet entrance while picking up speed with her tongue.

“Ooh, you are a hungry little one aren’t you?” says Anna as she puts her hands on either side of Cyrillah’s head

Cyrillah flinches as the woman moves her hands up to each of Cyrillah’s ears. The yinglet begins to have anxious flashbacks to all the times Vacar tugged or flicked her ears. Anna gently starts to rub and stroke Cyrillah’s ears, running her fingers over the sensitive skin with expert like precision and grace. Cyrillah melts at the soothing touch, purring with pleasure against Anna’s clit. Anna tilts her head back and moans as the vibrations from the yinglet’s mouth hum along her crotch.

“Your all full of surprises aren’t you? Keep it up, I am almost there” says Anna looking back down at the little face peeking over her fiery mound.

Cyrillah laps her tongue like a dog at Anna entrance a couple times before doubling down on Anna’s clit with a renewed ferocity. The yinglet moves as fast as her little tongue and fingers can go as she begins to feel soreness in her arm and jaw. Anna lets out another gasp as her orgasm starts to come to a head.

“Oh fuck! Yes! I am gonna cum! Gods!” says Anna as she bucks her hips over and over against Cyrillah’s face

As her orgasm fades, Anna lays her head back against the pillows, catching her breath. Cyrillah sits back from the satisfied woman in front of her as she licks Anna’s juices from her mouth. The yinglet savors the scent and flavor of Anna in her mind as she quickly cleans off her fingers as well. Cyrillah can feel the warmth in her crotch grow even hotter.

“Wew, little soldier. I am not gonna lie when I say that was the best licking I’ve had in quite some time. You really are an expert for someone with no experience” said Anna sitting up straight and giving Cyrillah a warm smile.

Cyrillah blushes, startled, as she nervously rubs a hand up and down her left arm, “Well….I guess when you constantly fantasize about somezhing for years and years you kinda become an expert in your head….If zhat makes any sense…..”

Anna playfully gets on all fours, looking at the yinglet with seductive eyes, “Makes sense to me little soldier but how about we try to make those thoughts more than just fantasy. You’ve spent this whole time giving, how about receiving?”

Cyrillah tenses and twiddles her fingers as the woman’s face comes closer, “Are you sure?“

Anna grabs Cyrillah by the front of the shirt and brings her into a deep kiss. The yinglet’s muscles relax as she melts once more at the woman’s expert tongue. Anna begins slowly massaging the yinglets small, firm breasts through her shirt as Cyrillah exhales a moan into the woman’s mouth. Anna pulls back from the embrace for a moment as she pulls the yinglet’s shirt over her head, tossing it onto the floor next to Cyrillah’s armor. For a moment, Cyrillah flinches and covers her breasts with her hands before dropping them back at her sides.

“Sorry, ever since I was little I’ve had to cover myself. Being zhis exposed in front someone just feels weird” says Cyrillah

Anna leans in a lays a couple kisses on Cyrillah’s shoulder and neck, “No one’s here to judge. You’re safe here.” She whispers

*You’re safe here

With those words Cyrillah feels the last of her anxieties wash away. Anna continues her kisses across the top of the yinglet’s chest, eventually making her way down to the fur covered breasts. Cyrillah shivers with pleasure as Anna quickly finds the nipples with her tongue, ringing around the perky flesh as she gently massages the mounds with her hands. Cyrillah can hardly contain herself, biting down on one of her fingers as she moves a hand down towards her pants. The yinglet slides a hand down the front of her pants and begins to rub away at her hot, aching, entrance. Anna notices and gently grabs Cyrillah’s hand by the wrist, bringing it up to both their faces. Cyrillah is about to apologize but before she can get a word out, Anna inserts Cyrillah’s essence-soaked fingers into her mouth, seductively running her tongue around Cyrillah’s pads and fingers. Anna sucks up every last drop of Cyrillah’s essence off her fingers before pulling them out and licking her mouth with deep satisfaction.

“You’re cute and you taste sweet. Yeah, your definitely my favorite client” said Anna with a grin before laying some kisses on the yinglet’s stomach

Cyrillah could hardly take it anymore as she slowly thrusts her crotch with every seductive kiss. Anna giggles at the display of desperation, giving up on the kisses and going for Cyrillah’s pants. Anna goes straight for a wet mark and begins rubbing her nose against the yinglet’s crotch. Cyrillah whimpers in frustration as Anna begins licking against the wet spot on her pants. She unconsciously begins to thrust against the woman’s face, bopping her nose with a face full of yinglet crotch. Anna giggles again, sitting up and rubbing her nose. Cyrillah was going to apologize but Anna quickly dives back between the yinglet’s thin legs, pulling off the soldier’s little pants with her teeth. Anna quickly goes to work, running her fingers up and down the yinglet’s soft, but hot, crotch fluff. She locates the yinglet’s slit and gently spreads Cyrillah’s entrance open with her fingers. With no hesitation, Anna lays a couple kisses on it before running her tongue up and down the red-hot entrance. Cyrillah gasps in pleasure as she unconsciously puts her hands on Anna’s head. She recoils her hands back for a second before Anna looks up at her with an “Its ok” look as she eagerly licks away at Cyrillah’s warmth. Cyrillah smiles and puts her hands back on the woman’s head as she slowly grinds in rhythm with Anna’s expert tongue. As Cyrillah moans, running her small hands through the human’s hair, Anna picks up speed, running her tongue along the inside of Cyrillah’s walls. Cyrillah trembles and moans as her long-awaited orgasm finally comes to a head. With all her strength, Cyrillah makes one last thrust into the air as she pulls Anna’s head flush against her crotch fluff.

“Take it! Take my cum!” yells out Cyrillah, shaking with pleasure

Cyrillah collapses, panting, back onto the bed as her orgasm fades off. The yinglet’s head swims with pleasure, unable to imagine a more pleasurable orgasm in her life. She looks up to see Anna lying back against the pillows at the head of the bed.

“You look tired little one, come here” says Anna as she pats her chest

Cyrillah crawls across the bed and lies down on the woman’s stomach, her head resting on the woman’s pillowy breasts. Anna begins to hum a local tune about a brave soldier rescuing a fair maiden from bandits. Cyrillah suddenly feels tired and weary as the tune fills her mind with images of her past. She tries to close her eyes to get away from the thoughts but they only become more vivid in her mind’s eye. Tears begin to flow from the little yinglet’s eyes and down onto Anna’s breasts. Anna wraps a gentle arm around the little creature while running the other hand through Cyrillah’s head hair. The loving touch sooths Cyrillah’s mind as the woman’s peaceful humming carries her into the uncertain landscape of sleep.