This morning was not too kind to the Monkey King. Not only was he sore, he was completely bound to… a tree, no…
Two trees… Three trees… Wait, it's an entire cluster of trees to house jungle creatures. He couldn't move despite the haggard panicked tugging of his limbs. Sun Wukong squinted at the high sun shining onto his temple. Even worse, he figured out by touching whatever bound him to the trees that it was not rope. It did not feel like rope, as rope was a rough and scraggly material. This was sticky and had varying lengths to it. It was spider webbing.
Sun Wukong's eyes opened in horrid realization that this was Broodmother's doing. Broodmother had finally gotten her revenge on him. Another thing he realized was that his staff was just within his reach, but alas his arms and legs were bound and spread so he couldn't reach an inch. He screamed not only in agony but for help.
"WHAT THE FUCK? THE FUCK IS THIS? BROODMOTHER, WHEREEVER YOU ARE, I AM GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS! MARK MY WORDS! YOU'RE LUCKY THAT YOU CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD AND AS SOON SOMEONE CAN HELP ME OUT OF YOUR WEB YOU WILL SOON BE DONE FOR!" Branches rustled and birds flew away as the Monkey King slumped in the webbing. A king like himself couldn't stand the threads as he kept wriggling and wriggling. They were just disgusting.
Within an hour or so, the phantom lancer walked by.
"Azwraith!" Sun Wukong yelled for attention, "Azwraith! Cut me down please…?" Azwraith turned toward the monkey's direction, strangely with a smirk on his face. "The hell you smiling about?"
"Well this is awkward…" The phantom lancer whistled, resting his pike on his shoulder and putting a hand on his hip.
"What are you staring at?" The Monkey King spat, "Cut me down!"
"An inpatient one, aren't you?" Azwraith scanned the muscles of the monkey's body, "I quite like this predicament too much to cut you down just yet."
"Are you with Broodmother?" He replied, offended.
"No, but I admire her work," Azwraith used his free hand to trace on Sun Wukong's body and the webs, "She sounds like a valuable ally by the look of this."
"I hate how you're amused by this," The monkey blushed, looking away.
"Must be some strong web to tie you of all things down."
"Cut me down."
"You have to remember that I am a cat in a way. I love strings and things caught in them," The phantom licked his lips, rubbing the tips of his fingers. He then began to run his nail all over the monkey's body and the webbing holding him.
"Cut me down. NOW."
"Not yet," The phantom lancer cooed, "As a plaything, you are incredibly entertaining." He continued to paw at the monkey and the spider webs. His hands went everywhere save a few parts, but he left his pike on the ground before doing that. Sun Wukong's breath began to hitch when Azwraith's paws touched at certain parts. The phantom lancer exhaled through his nostrils and smiled.
Embarrassed and pawed at was not something the monkey king expected when he called for help. Indeed the morning had went downhill from when he woke up, but he had a silver lining. Someone as lithe and strong as the phantom lancer pawing at his body was not something he completely opposed. In fact, he enjoyed it enough as the lancer's fingers brushed carefully yet playfully across his skin and yet he didn't mind the nail from time to time. Broodmother could wait.
Azwraith noticed that Sun Wukong's face had went a completely different direction. "Both of us are enjoying it now, is it not?"
"You have your talent in pawing that's for sure." He let out a gasp as Azwraith's finger began to deviate from his normal route.
"I guess it's natural." His finger began to rub lower. The monkey let out a groan.
"You're having too much fun with this, aren't you?" It didn't take long for the snark to come back.
"I've had my fun," Azwraith quickly noted. He picked his pike back up and cut the monkey out of the spider webs.
"Took you long enough," Sun Wukong replied panting and chuckling.
"I guess we can relive our stress elsewhere."
"Broodmother can wait." Both grabbed their weapons and darted to some isolated section of the forest.
