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Rhix shouldered the door open with a bang. "The stuff, we gotta get the stuff," he babbled, looking around the room they'd been renting. Equipment and supplies were strewn here and there. Narva followed in close behind him, and he swung the door closed with another bang.

"Think you could be a little louder? Some of them on the other side of town might not have heard you," Narva hissed, her patience frayed and liable to snap at any moment.

"They were nearly on top of us!" Rhix snarled. "We need speed! Why are you not gathering? Gather! Gather the things!"

Narva's body snapped into motion - she could not disobey, after all, whatever her motivations or will. Rhix rubbed his head, his tail twitching. The Star Knights had all at once seemed everywhere. They must have surrounded the town and come into it from all sides to hem in their prey. He was shocked they'd moved so fast. Or perhaps he'd just gotten languid.

There was no question of what would happen if they were overtaken. Rhix was a deft hand in a fight against the usual rabble, your hired muscle and village toughs, your half-drunk mercenaries or men-at-arms. Star Knights were different. They trained together rigorously, their armor was thick and well-crafted, they carried long blades and thick shields, and were built like oxen. Compounding this was a fervent belief in their righteous cause, equipping them with unshakeable morale.

If they got you, they had you. You needed an army of your own knights, or you needed to run. No amount of heroic derring-do was going to see him out of this one.

"They'll be at every gate in and out of this place," Narva was saying as she obeyed him, gathering their supplies and generally consolidating them centrally on the bed without much enthusiasm. "We need to go to ground!"

"What does that even look like out here? We don't know anyone here! The wizard's not going to help us, we have no allies and not enough money to buy any strong or stupid enough to defy the knights. We just gotta make for a gate and try and smash our way through." Even as he said it out loud, he knew that as plans went it wasn't the best. Star Knights were adequate horsemen on trained war chargers. They carried long lances and knew how to use them. But it beat waiting around to be captured and then summarily executed. At least it introduced the wonderful variable of chance. They could roll the cosmic dice and hope for the best.

"Sounds like a great plan to get skewered," Narva remarked, enjoying much the same foreknowledge of Star Knight armament and training.

"You got a better idea?" Rhix snapped, throwing his clothes into a bag. "Strip you naked, try and march you out as nothing more than a slave?"

"They know my coloration and they probably already know to look for a nude kobold," she hissed, countenance darkening.

"Could try the undercroft?" said a kobold as he hopped down from the windowsill.

"All well and good if we knew where to find one!" Rhix snapped.

He and Narva paused for a moment. Then as one, they turned to face the newcomer.

He was a kobold. Thin and a little lanky, dressed in dark leather and fabrics. His outfit spoke of practicality; sheathed tools, a length of coiled rope, and small bags of unknown contents hanging from a belt. He wore a small, knowing grin. "My boss extends-"

Rhix's fist caught him full across the side of his face. It sounded like the flat of an iron pan slapped against a side of beef. The kobold's body spun and tumbled across the floor and into the wall. Something small and metal disengaged from his belt and clattered a few feet away.

"Rhix!" Narva shrieked.

"He snuck up on me!" Rhix protested, pulling his fist back. "I'm really on edge right now."

"He was trying to talk to us," she said, rushing over to where the fallen kobold was groaning miserably.

"He also broke in through the window," Rhix added, drawing a dagger. "Probably working with the Star Knights."

"They don't employ cat burglars!" she protested.

"Could be he's looking for a reward, I don't know-" Rhix began when there was a knock on the door.

"Ikkar? Are you okay in there?" came an unknown voice from outside.

"Fink I'm gunna frow up," muttered the miserable, dazed kobold from the floor and Narva helped him into a sitting position. "Fink he knocked a toof woose..."

"You're a real bastard," Narva snapped.

"Everything needs to stop happening all at once," Rhix snarled, waving the knife around.

The door opened. Two kobolds stood on the other side, both holding crossbows, both aiming them at Rhix. One looked down at their fallen comrade and looked aghast. "What did you do?"

"I just hit him," Rhix said, holding up his hands, but not dropping the dagger. "He snuck up on me!"

"I hink I'mma frow up," the wounded kobold agonized from the floor.

"We heard you the first time," Rhix snarled, eyeing the two crossbowkoboldmen. "Crossbolds," he muttered, to himself.

"We're here to help you!" one of the crossbolds snapped.

"You are a stupendous asshole, Rhix!" Narva added, trying to hold the distressed intruder seated upright.

Rhix gaped at them all. He spread his hands and looked from one group of kobolds to another. "Oh!" he protested, "Oh, like I'm the bad guy, we're on the run for our lives, and I'm supposed to be easygoing about someone sneaking in through the window?"

Narva helped the stricken kobold to his feet. He swayed for a moment, though Narva provided him with a shoulder to lean on. "You are a bad guy," she remarked, astonished at his complaining. "You're a bandit and a slaver and a rapist and-"

"Who are you people?" the stricken kobold cutpurse moaned, rubbing his face.

"Enough!" barked the more talkative of the crossbolds. "Veija demands you come with us!"

Narva let go of the concussed intruder, allowing him to fall to the floor in a groaning heap. "Veija?" she asked.

The kobold nodded. Rhix looked between the two of them. "Who the fuck is Veija?"

Narva squirmed and wrung her hands together. "Hey," she said, "maybe we could try our luck with that whole 'smash through the gates' thing..."

***

"If he's an old partner of yours, maybe he can help us," Rhix said, as they walked. They were flanked by four kobolds now; the concussed one they'd left on the bed to 'sleep it off'. Rhix had a partial memory of being told that was extremely bad for one who just took a knock on the head, but he couldn't be arsed at the present. They'd been divested of their weapons and were being marched through the back alleys to an unknown destination.

Never follow captors to a second destination, he chided himself. Certain death. But then again, so was staying where they were.

"That's doubtful," Narva said, glumly. "At least not after the stabbing."

Rhix turned his eyes to the sky. "Of course you stabbed him."

"I had good reason."

"I got nothing better to do than entertain it."

Narva sighed, ducking under some askew bit of timber. "We were together nearly a year. A skirmishing thing. Long days and nights in the wild, just him and me and a few others. He tried his luck with me a few times, but I wasn't interested because he wanted someone to mother his eggs and I didn't feel like changing careers. One night he decided maybe it wasn't my choice to make." She shrugged. "So I stuck him."

"And then what?"

"Well, he had to drop out of the contract, didn't get paid but half, and I heard it got infected so I think he was out of work for a while. Never really saw him again." She gave Rhix a mirthless smile. "So he's probably not calling on us to reminisce the good old days."

Rhix rubbed his hand. He alone was more than a match for four kobolds if he got the jump on them; less so if they were armed and he wasn't, even less so still if they had loaded crossbows and had half a mind to expect it. "Guess we'll have to see. Could be a great situation for you," he added, and to her surprised look he went on: "Maybe he kills me and keeps you for himself."

"Yeah," she said, sounding unconvinced. "I somehow doubt that."

They were led to the heart of the town, where the buildings were larger, older, and more likely to be made of old stone than wood. The 'undercroft' turned out to be what was perhaps once a wine cellar, accessed through an old and obscured hatch in a dingy back alley.

The space it led to was surprisingly aromatic; a faint smell of incense muted what would otherwise have been a musty and perhaps moldy air. Braziers set in the corners burned with a warm light, aided by candles. There were tables set around; above them could be heard a subtle bustling of activity.

Occupying the space were three kobolds. As with the ones escorting them, all seemed to be male, and all were armed to a greater or lesser extent. They sat in a small group around a table, a card game ongoing between them. As the party entered, two stood up, and one - older, with a more seasoned look about him - remained seated.

All kobolds present save for him (and Narva) were dressed in much the same way; a patchwork of clothes moreso modified for their bodies than tailored, per se. They were armed with the light blades and hand crossbows favored by the species. The elder kobold, however, sported tailored clothing and did not appear to be armed. Here and there, superficial scars on his face spoke to a familiarity with violence, however far in the past it might have been.

His eyes lingered on Narva, who met his gaze with a fierce look of her own. Rhix caught the moment and said, "Veija, I presume?"

"The same," replied the kobold. "Where's Ikkar?"

"This one punched him," said one of their escorts, stepping further into the place and turning to lever the Crossbow at them. "Really hard, he was all loopy."

"That did not strictly answer my question," Veija replied, levelly.

"Oh. Er, we left him at the Inn, to sleep it off."

"Okay, well, that's bad," Veija said, with a nasty tinge to his voice. "That's pretty much the worst thing you can do. Are you stupid? Go get him and make sure he stays awake and bring him to an apothecary."

"Yes, boss," the mollified kobold squeaked and fled the room.

Veija stood up, grinning at Rhix and Narva - the latter especially. "Well, well. I can hardly believe it. After all this time the rumors were true. Narva! As I live and breathe. And wearing clothes! I'm told that's not a guarantee with you these days."

Rhix observed Narva squirming. "It's complicated," she muttered.

"That slave collar doesn't look complicated," Veija remarked, glancing at Rhix. "Lucky man." His grin flashed teeth. "That's sarcasm."

"Yeah," Rhix said. "Well, it's complicated."

"What isn't complicated," Veija said, approaching them both as his lackeys surrounded the pair, "is that you appear to be wanted by the Star Knights. So, Narva, it seems what I've heard is accurate. Not vetting your assassination targets as strongly as you should be, hm?" Narva merely shrugged, matching his look but Veija's confidence was impossible to shake. He merely smiled back at her. "Enslaved by this," he looked Rhix over, "shu. You've been enjoying her, I imagine?"

Rhix looked back at him. "Look," he said, sighing, "if it's money you want, we have some but not much. If it's work, we can talk. I'm good with a blade and unless you got other help you're just not showing off, I'm the strongest one here. So just say what you want."

Veija nodded. "Classic mercenary. I used to be like you! Sadly someone ended that career for me," he said, shooting a look at Narva. "Got into management instead." Narva rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Alright," Veija went on, "we can talk business in a little while. But right now, I want to catch up on old times. Me and her, alone."

Rhix looked down at Narva, then to Veija. "Is that it? I mean I can make her lift that tail for you, if it helps things along."

Narva shot Rhix a withering look; Veija chuckled. "Well, Narva, quite the loving and caring master you've earned yourself. Frankly- er, what was your name?"

"Rhix."

"Frankly, Rhix, at the moment you're not in much of a position to offer me anything I can't just take if I had a mind to. But this doesn't mean we can't work something out, and that starts with you keeping my boys here company while Narva and I catch up. We got cards, some drink - beats running from the Knights, don't you think?"

Rhix nodded, rubbing his head. It wasn't optimal, but he knew when they were in a disadvantageous position. He looked down at Narva, who was gazing up at him in a mixture of disdain and pleading desperation. He felt a strange pull as if there was something he should do, but the moment he made a move he'd have bolts sticking out of him, and they'd still have to flee the city.

So, he shrugged, and said, "Do what he says."

The little gem on her collar flashed. Narva's eyes cast down and away.

"Right this way, sweetheart," Veija said, gesturing towards a thick oak door set into the far wall. "As for you boys, get a card game going, this won't take too long."

***

Narva stepped into what she was dismayed to see was a bedroom. The heavy door closed behind her; she flinched despite herself.

"Has it really only been, what, three years?" Veija asked, stepping towards her.

Narva turned and fixed him with a withering look. "Don't," she said. "I don't care about your gloating, or how well you've made things for yourself, or any of it."

Veija turned his head, giving her a questioning look. "Oh? What is this tone? This attitude? A bit inappropriate, don't you think? Wouldn't it be far more sensible to beg me?"

Narva crossed her arms. "For what?"

"Money, safety," Veija remarked, walking past her to where a small table held several cups and a glass decanter. He poured a cup for himself. "To kill your master, set you free."

"Free to be yours," she grunted. "Free to give you eggs, to dance for your 'boys', be a good little brood hen for you?"

Veija cocked his head towards the door. "It's that good with him, hm? My boys say you were being marched through town stark naked, with a gag in your mouth. All I suggested was to lift your tail for me and you shoved a blade between my ribs. But he parades you about for all to see and that's preferable?"

"You tried to take what wasn't yours," she hissed back at him.

"And you gave freely to him?" Veija asked, taking a sip from his cup and looking her up and down. Spotting her hesitation, he grinned. "No, I imagine not. Name me a reason why staying with him is better than simply being with me."

"Because I may eventually get to kill him," she said. "You'd be a lot harder to escape from."

"Because," he said, stepping closer to her, "when I put eggs in you, you're too good a girl to abandon our spawn. You would stay - for them, you would tell yourself, at first. But with time you'd grow weak, lose your sword arm. Time spent laying, brooding, raising would mean you'd need money. My money. You'd be attached to me."

Narva looked away, her tail flicking. Veija took another step closer and went on: "I wouldn't need a collar. You'd lift your tail for me because by then, you'd be my mate. Well," he chuckled, "one of them, anyway." He was right in front of her now, his free hand landing on her hips. Displaying his contempt for her autonomy, it slid around to her front, between her legs, and gripped. She tensed and squeezed her eyes shut and her thighs together. Undeterred, his fingers quested, and she made a small noise.

"Not all that broken in," he observed as she squirmed. He slipped around behind her, using his grip between her legs to pull her into him. "That big Shu cock hasn't damaged you, I hope. He does fuck you, I imagine? You didn't confirm one way or the other."

Narva growled a little, opening her eyes to glare at the stone wall opposite. "What do you think?"

"I think you have a tendency to misunderstand your position. Or a blindness to opportunity."

As Narva stared angrily at nothing, Veija downed the rest of his cup and let go of her, stepping back around to her front. "Mmh. Well. We'll see if you warm up to the idea. I'm a little jealous that my lookout got to see you naked before I did. Let's fix that."

Narva grimaced. Rhix's order had been given - she had to obey him. The problem was, he hadn't actually given an order; she was well used to finding the little loopholes here and there. For example: Rhix had never told her not to kill Veija, if the opportunity presented itself. She could certainly launch herself at him; if she secured a strong enough choke, perhaps she could kill him silently. But he was larger than her, stronger. Even if his martial skills had waxed in the intervening years, he likely had enough power to run around wearing her like a backpack - more than enough time to crash into something, cause a commotion, or alert his guards.

She needed to buy some time. Hope something happens to improve her situation. Maybe Rhix would start a fight outside, kill all of Veija's goons, then help her kill Veija, then die of his wounds. That would be nice.

Veija looked impatient. Clenching her jaw, Narva hurriedly got to work. He wanted her to take off her clothes, but he never said-

"Not like that," Veija interrupted her, sighing. "Narva, I've been fantasizing about seeing you strip down for years. Even after you tried to punch an air hole in me. Do you think I want my present unwrapped in such a perfunctory way? Strip slowly," he said, smiling and sinking into a chair near the small table that held his wine decanter. "Like you would for a lover."

Narva stared at him. "That's going to be a little awkward."

"Good!" Veija smirked, "I'd like to see you squirm." He gestured to her broadly. "Move your body to unheard music. I was to see you move. I want to see the future mother of my eggs work her body."

Not for the first time, Narva prayed for the ground to open up and swallow her whole. Her hips swayed to one side, and then to the other. She was compelled to obey, of course, but that did not mean she had to be any good, which was great for her because dance was something she'd prided herself on getting all the way through her life never indulging. She'd never 'stripped for a lover', at least not in the way that she knew Veija wanted. She would have to improvise.

Her tail moved with her hips. She looked away from him, but it did little to shift the cloud that hung over her. She could hear muffled voices from the other chamber. His gaze on her nearly weighed her down.

Her hands gripped the underside of her tunic. She half-turned from him, teasing him with her profile, and slowly lifted the garment. It occurred to her that he was asking a lot from her when she had very little to give; she was dressed in the tunic she was presently removing, pants, and nothing else. He would have to be satisfied with a short dance.

"There you go," he breathed, leaning back in the chair as his eyes roamed each inch of her exposed belly, up to her chest as the tunic was lifted higher. Then up and over her head, where she did her best to cast it aside in a manner he might find sultry. "Fit as ever," he observed. "He hasn't had you long, has he? Not nearly enough time for you to lose that definition."

She turned away from him, rolling her eyes as she rolled her hips. She lifted her tail, hands tracing the waistline of her trousers.

"Collar looks nice on you," he observed. "Looks fancy. A little fancier than I would have expected from the likes of that lout. Enchanted?" he asked, and Narva flinched. Veija waved his hand and smirked. "Come on, we're from the same world. I keep my head on a swivel. I saw the gems glow a little when he gave you that command; your collar and his armband. Magical enchantment seems well outside his means if you're asking me."

Narva exhaled through her nose as she worked her pants down. If there was a single benefit to being marched about in public stark naked, it was that she was finding it less and less embarrassing when she disrobed in more private settings. Her pants slipped down her thighs, over her knees, and were thus kicked to the side. His eyes roamed every inch of her nude form. Veija's eyes settled on her pussy, and his legs spread a little. "Damn," he breathed. "You have a nearly perfect cunt." He reached to his side and took up the decanter, pouring himself more wine. "So, out with it: how'd an idiot like him slap a magical collar on such a wary and capable thing as you?"

"It wasn't him, really," Narva sighed, resting one hand on her hip. "He-"

"Turn around and flag your tail," Veija interrupted. "But keep going."

Face burning, Narva turned and obeyed, bending forward to lift her tail and reward him with an unobstructed view of her ass. She summarized the events of her capture, though she weighed more heavily on her heroic defeat at the hands of the cultists, and left out the part where Rhix had gagged her with her own panties when he raped her pussy for the first time. She left out the initial cocksucking altogether.

"So he's not clever or powerful or even rich, just a lucky opportunist," Veija observed. "You can turn back around."

She did, and saw that he'd undid his pants; the swollen head of his kobold cock was peaking out of the split V at the top of his trousers. Narva clenched her teeth and looked from it up to his eyes. He was grinning, knowingly.

"Listen," he said, holding his wine up in one hand, the other reading on the arm of the chair. "You and I both know I could just simply have you, right now. But I don't want that. Even after what you did to me, I want you to come to me willingly. I want you to want it more than you want to be a sex slave to some Shu merc bastard. I want you to be mine."

"Like this," Narva said dismissively, gesturing at herself.

"You lost the opportunity to be my mate as equals when you shoved a blade between my ribs," Veija responded, in a sharp tone. "From this moment on you're earning something new, and working your way up from the bottom. Look, I'll just come right out with it. You're going to show me you can be a 'good' girl, you're going to suck my cock and you're going to lift your tail and you're going to convince me it's worth my time and effort killing him and taking you for myself. Or I'm collecting the reward from the Star Knights. So, what'll it be?"

***

"Fold."

Rhix threw his cards to the table and leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Hah!" one of the kobolds at the table laughed, shooting a glance at one of his fellows, who was huddled behind his own hand. "Well?"

"I'm thinking."

"Not a thinking game," said the confident kobold, rapping his knuckles on the table. "Just play."

A third, already out of the hand and watching Rhix, said, "Boss will take as long as he wants."

Rhix tore his eyes from the heavy door he'd sent Narva through many minutes before. "I'm not worried." As all three at the table fixed him with dubious looks of varying intensity, he threw up his hands. "I'm not! What, you think I'm jealous? I gave her to a blacksmith to get a better deal. I had her suck off a delivery boy. I watched half a tribe of Shu all take turns fucking her. I don't care about someone else getting their dick wet in the little bitch."

The three kobolds all blinked at him. An additional two looked up from their dice game near the door to the outside.

"We," hazarded the confident one, "didn't say anything like that. That was all you."

"Well it's still true," Rhix said, glowering. "I don't give a shit. He can fuck her all day and all night, doesn't matter to me. She's just a slave."

The other players exchanged looks. "Sure thing, pal," one said.

***

"Oh, fuck, yes," Veija breathed, leaning his head back and sprawling in the chair. His pants were a crumple on the floor between his spread feet, acting as a cushion for Narva's knees as she knelt between his spread thighs. Her lips pursed around the shaft of his penis as she bobbed her head, hands on his thighs to keep him steady as she sucked his penis.

His left hand held his cup of wine; the right rested on her head, between her horns, though it applied very little pressure. Narva was doing all of the work, and for the moment was glad to be with one of her own kind. After so much time spent with Rhix - most of which was occupied with training her gag reflex to be less automatic - it was almost nice to be forced to pleasure a penis built more to her scale. She could get all of him in without going all the way down her throat. Just a little tickle at the back she was now talented at suppressing.

Taking him down to the root, she looked up at him. He was in another world. His head was rolled back, his cock pulsing as he flexed his hips. Probably relishing this culmination of his fantasies, she figured. She distinctly recalled the last night they had shared.

He'd been propositioning her for nights on end. Every time she'd turned him down - in retrospect, she wondered why. He wouldn't have been her most shameful lay, even back then. But there was something in his eyes, in his manner. A feeling that was justified when he'd grabbed her from behind and thrown her to the ground. He had her pants down over her hips by the time she'd managed to turn and get that small blade into him.

She recalled the look in his eyes. Almost betrayal. Perhaps not so much directed at her, but at a world that he thought operated a certain way. That males took what they wanted and females were there to endure. Now up-ended in the most physical way possible.

She wondered, as her lips gently and wetly glided up and down his member, if his worldview was anything other than entirely affirmed. As if to answer her private thought, his hand pressed her down on him, taking her to the root as he released a long and languid sigh of contentment.

"You are a great deal better at this than I assumed you would be," he oozed, his head rolling forward and smugly grinning down at her. "You have me nearly ready to burst. And we've hardly begun."

She could only glower up at him, but she remembered the deal. To date, this was the best means out of her situation yet prevented. If he really could destroy Rhix, and hide her from the Star Knights, then it was simply a matter of making her escape before she went naturally into season and got knocked up by Veija. Even if she did get eggs put in her, she could still kill him or give him the slip before she got too heavy.

Her head continued to bob on his cock. All she had to do was play the part of the subservient slave, as best she could. But not so good as to tip them off. She had to find the just-right balance of submission. A nice, thorough blowjob would do the trick.

Sadly for her, it seemed Veija had other things in mind. Taking hold of her horn, he pulled her head up and off his spit-slick pride. "Good girl," he breathed. "A nice little taste of what could have been. And what might yet be." He stood up, looming over her kneeling form as he removed his top, stripping himself nude as she was; this displayed his horrible scarring, a divot of flesh in his side that had never quite perfectly healed over, the scales discolored.

Catching her looking, he nodded. "It got infected after you stuck me. Some of my muscles there never came back; just got eaten away. I nearly died of the fever." He smirked. "You left quite the impression."

Narva met his eyes from where she kneeled naked on the floor, the taste of him still on her tongue. His erect cock bobbed rigidly from his groin, glistening in the torchlight. He flicked his finger towards the large bed. "Show me how you might present in heat. Get up there and get that ass nice and high for me."

Focus on getting wet, Narva thought to herself. Make it good for him. Try and enjoy it. You have to win him over. Make him fall back in love - or at least, in lust. Make him want to keep him. Make him want to kill Rhix!

She climbed onto the bed and wondered to herself why it felt so much like she was forcing that thought into her mind. Didn't she want to kill Rhix? She thought of little else! So what explained this gray feeling that was washed all over her as she lowered her chest to the blankets and spread her knees? Why did she glance at the door as her tail raised behind her as if Rhix might burst through the door and... what? Save her? Join in, more likely.

The bed shifted as he took up position behind her. His hands grabbed her hips. He said something about always imagining this moment; Narva was busy trying to imagine something else. Something arousing, or at least sexual, something to warm her up for what was to come. When preparing for Rhix (when he did not simply command her to get wet for him), she found she would imagine a handsome kobold in his place. Just such a kobold was at that moment drawing the head of his cock up and down her smooth, tight slit. Strangely, in that moment, all she could think of was Rhix.

Veija's cock surged inside her. His hands pulled her hips back and his scales clapped against her ass. Narva grabbed tight handfuls of the blankets, but his was the smallest member she'd taken in a while. She closed her eyes as Veija's thrusts jolted her body back and forth.

Kill Rhix? Could Veija's men even do that? Rhix had an infuriating knack for violence that others seemed to pathologically underestimate. He was also undeniably stupid. A head utterly empty. And he was cruel to her. Were it not for the magic that linked them, he likely would have sold her for now. Or even turned her into the Knights in the hope of reward.

Veija slapped her ass, momentarily knocking her from her thoughts. She winced as he thrusted in deep and ground himself inside her. He was talking - Narva was growing adept at tuning him out.

A strange and potent power given form. That's what they would create. What they had to create. Doing so would free them. Free them both. And what then? She would have-

Veija grabbed her collar and pulled back on it. Narva winced, struggling to breathe. Teeth gritted and straining, she endured for a few thrusts until he shoved her face back into the blankets. Her pussy was sore. He was pounding her now; she must have really charged him up with that blowjob.

Face rubbing against the blankets, the sound of clapping flesh and his masculine grunting covered her reverie. Would Rhix stay? With the magic broken, would they simply try and kill each other? Or would he...?

Surely not. No. How could she even think-

Veija thrust in deep and uttered a long and indulgent series of groans. Narva rode it out, holding herself still and, not for the first time, allowing a male to do what he wanted. "Enjoy the eggs," he'd said. Narva almost laughed. She thought: if only you knew, asshole.

A few moments later an out-of-breath Veija was handing her a cup of wine. Narva rolled to a sitting position at the edge of the bed. Her vagina was throbbing but it was a feeling she was growing accustomed to. She accepted the cup.

"To a long and fruitful partnership," Veija said, grinning toothily. Narva fought a shudder and drank deeply - it'd been a little while since she'd had some good wine. It was sweet. Very sweet; she nearly gagged.

"You have a sugary palette," she coughed, wincing a little. "That was nearly just grape juice."

"Does it taste sweet?" Veija asked, frowning at her in mild curiosity. "It's a new blend, I'm told it's less detectable but if you picked up on it right away..."

Narva blinked at him and then looked at the cup. "What?"

"Narva," Veija chuckled, as her vision started to tunnel. His voice sounded deeper as he talked, and from further away: "Did you really think I would trust you after a simple fucking? After what you did to me; what you put me through?"

Narva felt herself tip and fall backward onto the bed. It seemed to take eons. The walls closed in. She heard his voice, a thousand miles away, say: "You're going to spend a lot of time repaying me, you little cunt."