Chapter 36:
The wind blowing across the airfield was chill, making Patrick shiver in spite of the layers he was wearing. Fionna was dressed down in mom-jeans and a dowdy shirt under her coat, and you wouldn't have told by what she was wearing just what a bombshell she was. There were surprising numbers of humans working here, with the man taking the tickets and the guys hauling the luggage earning coin for the fledgling colony.
Fionna was yawning, just now. They'd spent hours last night making love and talking. It had been a cathartic experience for two people who'd gone from being basically kids to married and having a family almost overnight. Patrick had been dreading his wife's return, fearing that she'd be changed. Now, he was seeing new things. Honestly, he saw echoes of Finn in his wife. They were shockingly similar in outlook and temperament, and that led to a painful epiphany.
Fionna was never going to leave him. Her father had never walked away from Simone, in spite of all the world offered him and still offered him. In spite of the seeming, Finn was still the man who only wanted his one woman, and Fi was cut from the same cloth. She was never walking away from the little family she'd started with him. Unfortunately, the world was doing all in its power to take her away against her will.
As the last person in line before her went up the ramp to the airship's cabin, Fionna turned to her husband, and there were tears in her eyes. Leaning towards her, Patrick kissed those plush lips and whispered, "I don't have a kingdom, honey. When there's a good moment, we'll be over visiting you." Wizard City–indeed the whole flippin' world of Ooo–might have been pulling Fi's parents apart, but there was no reason that Fionna's obligations had to separate her from her family. With a soft sigh and a nod, Fionna turned and went up the ramp. She'd sleep on the flight. She had to drop in on the Grey Forest to put in some work at the refugee town, and then she was headed back to the jungle to finish the barrier.
As Patrick watched her go, another leggy blonde brushed past him. He vaguely remembered the face, but he wasn't sure where he'd seen her before. Seeing a human–a human who wasn't part of the Finn-family–boarding the airship came as a bit of a surprise. Of course, Patrick had business of his own. He had to get back to pick up his kids, and he was supposed to go down and help Fi's grandma down in the basement.
Tania Stanek followed the princess up the length of the flying machine. The thing was a wonder from another age, reminding her of the history class she'd mostly slept through. She found herself touching things and looking all around her. Up at the front, one of the tall, masked strangers that ran these machines was waiting. They had all seen them around the colony, and they'd reminded Tania of the monstrous masked aliens from a movie she'd seen long ago. Supposedly they were almost human, but Tania had her doubts.
As she approached, the stranger handed her a mask, announcing, "keep this with you at all times. We're going to be at high altitude for a prolonged time." Tania reluctantly accepted the mask. "There is a port above your seat," he said. "If there's a loss of atmosphere, put it on and plug it into the port. Place your luggage in the rack before you sit down. We'll be leaving shortly." Tania found herself sitting next to the princess. This was going to be an interesting trip.
Near their destination on the far side of the ocean, a small group of women strolled up to a beautiful house in an idyllic neighborhood. They could hear the sounds of a small party going on in the backyard. Pat Rainicorn sighed heavily. She'd sent her daughter numerous texts and left numerous voice messages on her phone. Bronwyn simply refused to respond. Now, with her sister and cousin in tow, she was going to push the issue.
The curvy bear-woman rang the doorbell and rang it again. Bronwyn wasn't going to get away with ignoring her today. She was going to draw the little bitch up short. Things in their home had been tense, and Pat and Kim currently weren't talking to each other. Pat had let the dog-icorn have it on several occasions, and he was currently sleeping in one of the guest rooms. Time passed, and Pat reached for the doorbell again and then again moments later, with Vivian, her cousin, reaching out to stop her. Lost in rage, Pat shrugged her off, but at least she didn't ring the doorbell again.
Finally, the door opened, and Pat blew up at the person on the far side, snarling, "do you know what you've done?! Do you know how much trouble you've caused me?!" The heavily built giant on the far side stared at her owlishly. As far as he knew, he'd never met this madwoman in his life. "How may I help you," announced Bronwyn's bodyguard? Becky stepped in front of her sister, greeting the man with, "we would like to see my niece, Bronwyn. Where may she be found?" "Lady Bronwyn is having a party," the bodyguard replied. "She's outside."
The guard insisted on searching their purses and searching them for weapons in a disturbing and off-putting act that had Bronwyn's cousin, Bailey, wanting out of there. It was like going into a mobbed-up pub on Party-Bear Island. She'd gone to an underground venue and watched a brutal knife-fight break out just steps away from her, and it had (almost) been enough to frighten her away from going to such clubs ever again.
The bodyguard led the way through the house, keeping a careful eye on the little group of four, as they approached the sliding doors to the patio. Bronwyn was sitting at the center of a gathering of women that Pat hadn't seen in years. She recognized some of them as people her daughter had gone to school with early on before they'd moved her into a private school. Pat had not-so-subtly encouraged her daughter to make friends with children of their social class. She'd found reasons to be out of the house when Bronwyn wanted to bring friends over. Eventually, Bronwyn had given up.
Bailey, who had been eyeing the rich furnishings of the house in jealousy, now noticed something else about her cousin's home. Bronwyn was having a baby-shower. "Mom," she murmured. Becky turned to her daughter, who was pointing at the banner hanging above the table. Pat, who'd been glaring at her only child, now glanced up at what her niece was pointing at. And that was when the fireworks started.
In the far east, Jay Mertens exited the palace into the cool evening air. The previous night's excursion had been a terrifying failure, as he'd found the streets of Tongchon full of watchmen. Everywhere he'd gone in the town last night, there had been watchmen on the streets, and he'd known immediately that they were looking for him. He'd given three to Annabelle since they'd arrived here. One had been a pimp, and he'd just finished abusing one of his employees. A second had been a footpad with a history of beatings and even a murder to his name.
He'd snatched them up, taking them to his own internal hell before depositing the charred corpses back on the streets. It was just as he'd done it in Sonbong, but this place was different. He'd gone out last night and found the guards patrolling the streets with vigor, questioning everyone they came across. He'd shown them his pass–the chit marking him as being a visiting noble–and that had gotten him away from them before unpleasant questions got asked, but he'd seen suspicion in their eyes.
Now, as he approached the palace gates, he caught sight of uniforms patrolling the streets. Indeed, as he reached the gates, the man there stopped him, announcing, "no-one on the street tonight, milord. Trouble's loose in the town. We've had three mysterious deaths, and the watch believes there's a monster loose in the streets. It's safer for you to stay here." Jay felt a thrill of fear. Annabelle was hungry. She wanted him to bring her a soul, and he didn't want to disappoint her. He didn't want her to go. She was evil and ugly, but she was all he had. At the same time, he couldn't very well force this man to let him leave. He'd be raising suspicions and turning those questioning eyes towards himself. Thanking the guard, he turned and headed back across the courtyard.
It was dark when the airship carrying Fionna came swooping out of the sky over the Candy Kingdom. The Bad Bunny woke from a long nap with a yawn to find the woman beside her still staring out the window in a state of abject terror. "The risk of falling too far due to turbulence is small," she said. "My stepmother's people have been doing this for many years." Tania Stanek gulped and babbled something inarticulate. In any event, the ship was landing. Her terror hardly mattered. Fionna focused on gathering up her belongings. There was a car waiting for her.
The airship settled onto the runway at Billy the Hero Memorial Airfield. Taxiing over to the guarded portion of the airfield with their very important passenger, the cyborgs brought the machine to a halt. Fionna was moving as soon as the machine had stopped. Tania was well behind her. Outside, a trio of ernest bodyguards swooped down on Fionna and bundled her into a car. Tania Stanek, who'd taken quite a while to pull herself together and gather up her belongings, was just in time to see the car carrying the princess roar off into the night. She was left here alone.
Huddling into her coat, she looked around her and spotted the distant lights of a city in the same direction the car had gone. With a sigh, the leggy blonde started walking. Her breath made clouds of white, reminding her more of the ugly little world they'd landed in than the beautiful city they'd been forced to abandon. Their home was somewhere up there. In the early going, she'd tried to enjoy the wonders of this world–the vast open lake that lay near the landing sight, the endless open sky, and the strange sounds and smells. Now, she was coming around to her mother's world-view. She hated this. New York was never this cold. Well, it hadn't been when she was growing up.
As she was trudging up the road towards the distant lights, the lights of a car came out of the darkness and stopped beside her. The window eased down, and a gruff, green-skinned man rumbled, "go around to the passenger side. Princess Fionna is offering you a ride into town." Tania barely hesitated a moment before rushing around to the far side of the car, where a second giant was already climbing out of the front seat. He took her few belongings and lashed them onto the rack at the top of the car. Tania quickly hopped into the seat he'd vacated, while the man himself climbed into the back with the important person.
The limo wheeled around and headed into town. Warm again, Tania had the wherewithal to look around her. She had been as surprised as anybody to see just how much technology was here on Earth. She'd been taught to believe that everything had been destroyed–there was nothing left outside New York. Yet, here they were, flying on machines that shouldn't exist anymore and riding in cars in a world that shouldn't have such things. More shocks were coming, though, as they came out onto a highway that was filled with cars roaring back and forth. There had never been so many cars in New York. Only the wealthy and important had them. The limo pulled smoothly into traffic, roaring along the highway towards the distant lights of the town.
Tania found herself crowding the window as the limo rolled into the beautiful city that was their destination. It was so much like New York. There were people out there on the streets, walking around and standing in front of stores and businesses. Even at this late hour, there were people going about their business. The place was, in short, jumping. It was like the New York of her childhood.
Her eyes flicked to the woman in the back seat, who was staring down at a notepad of all things. She'd laughed at this woman's pretensions. She'd laughed just like her brothers when they talked about princess Fionna. Oh, there was the beautiful castle on the floating island, but the town around it seemed shabby and half-finished. Seeing this told Tania just how much power Princess Fionna actually had and, by extension, just how much power her father had. The mayor's daughter found herself instantly, insanely jealous.
As the limo rolled up to the Candy Palace, on the far side of town, a train was pulling out of the station, bound for the mountains in the east. On board, John Hersey sat staring out the window into the darkness with a distinct feeling of unease. Down at the end of the private railcar, his boss was in bed asleep. He'd come aboard the carriage, dropped his briefcase in the entry, and gone straight to the sleeping compartment, saying not a word to John.
The chocolate bar stared out the window, remembering the moment the demon had butchered Moules De Rooden Hoed in the boardroom at TRR. The poor bastard never stood a chance. That was the moment that John figured it out. His boss was tugging on the lich's robe, and he was getting closer and closer to the point where the lich got irritated.
And woe to anybody standing next to Kim Kil Wan then.
The train chuffed and chugged on into the night. They'd hitched themselves to one of the priority freights channeling food supplies up from the processing plants in the Candy Kingdom and out into the wider realm of the civilized lands at large. Freights and passenger trains got shunted aside for their passage as the hot-shot train roared through at high-speed. By the time Kim Kil Wan came out of his quarters to meet the day, they were already closing fast on their goal.
The dog-icorn settled in at the table for breakfast as the sights around them began to slowly change, giving over to the mountainous landscape of their destination. Kim did his best to focus on his business, exchanging phone-calls and messages with others as he was able to with the signal strength in the mountains and working away at his tables and ledgers when he wasn't. John was up at the front end of the car alone, working on his own business.
From time to time, the angry father glanced out the window, finding the terrain changed each time. They went from the rolling terrain of the foothills to the rougher ground of the higher elevations and finally up into the mountains proper, working their way through high passes and along switchbacks.
The air up here in the mountains was crisp. Winter came fast and early in the mountains, and Kim Kil Wan could feel all of that. The ground around his private rail-carriage was already dusted with snow, as the train pulled into the station in the high-mountain valley. He was crossing a line here, and he knew it. He was straying onto very dangerous ground. The deaths of many of his business associates had taught him that the man he'd looked at as a buffoon was a very dangerous man. At the same time, the message on his phone had set his blood to boiling and pushed him over the edge. Every time he looked at that message–even thought about it–he saw red.
Bronwyn was pregnant. That son of a bitch had gotten his daughter pregnant. No wedding. No ring. Nothing. He didn't want Finn the Human in his family. He'd had eyes on a couple of wealthy men who were interested–and had money–and he wanted nothing to do with Finn. He couldn't have told you how his child had settled on that fucking mongrel. He wanted to kill Finn. He wanted to make him suffer, and then he wanted to gut him. Trouble was, Kim was a coward. He wasn't a fighter. Fights could get you badly hurt, and his experience at the hands of Chelsea had taught him just how quickly you could lose everything. He couldn't fight Finn, and his efforts to wreck Finn's kingdom had gone for nought.
But he still had his money.
When Pat had come to him with the ugly news about their child, the angry father had come to an ugly decision. If it cost him everything he had, he was going to destroy Finn. He would destroy Finn if it was the last thing he ever did.
The train rattled to a halt in the station at the heart of the little village. Climbing to his feet, the dog-icorn headed for the exit, meeting his henchman and assistant there. John Hersey didn't like this idea. Having seen several of their associates basically get whacked–seeing everything from spontaneous fires burn some of them to death to others being brutally slaughtered by a literal demon out of the night-o-sphere–John wished his boss would quit it. This bullshit was wrecking business, and there was no profit in getting killed by the King of Ooo.
The pair got down from the train to find a carriage waiting on them. They were expected after all. The chocolate bar announced, "I'll get to work on the contracts with InterFone, while you're gone." Kim said nothing. John hadn't wanted to come up here on the train, and he didn't want to go up to the castle. It was fear. He was afraid. Kim had never seen John Hersey afraid of anything. Built like a brick wall, the chocolate-bar hardly fit the look of an investment banker. He was an intimidating figure, and few were the men who wanted to cross John. But John was clearly afraid, and, if Kim let himself admit it, he was too.
Taking his bag, the dog-icorn climbed up into the carriage, and the driver immediately set out. It was an hour's ride further up into the mountains to the castle that was his destination. A corner of his mind asked the question. If scheming to subvert the bond effort was treasonous and worth your life, how dangerous was it to climb into the carriage of one of the King's enemies? John had openly speculated that it was only his connection to Bronwyn–and his father–that had kept Kim alive so far, but at some point that dispensation was going to end.
Meanwhile, in the far east, Finn the King exited the audience chamber with his daughter in tow. She had her bags packed and her traveling clothes on. Jay Mertens was already outside with his own bags, and he didn't look very happy. When they were in Sonbong, he'd been relatively pleasant to be around. He'd looked a lot like his old self–smiling and joking sometimes, and even hitting their dad with pithy jabs about his issues. Delighted to have his boy back to his old self, Finn had taken those jabs with good grace.
Things had changed a bit since they'd landed here in Tongchon. Jay had become withdrawn, and he'd gone back to his old bad habits of wandering the streets at night. With a monster on the loose in town, burning peeps alive, Finn had been a little worried about that. He'd had the Lord of Tongchon put guards on the streets to find the creature, and he'd had the palace locked down for the duration. Now, he was about to get his family out of there. They were going to a more dangerous place, ironically, but this was open warfare. Bonnie was a lot more prepared for that than a monster creeping into her space to set her on fire in the night.
"Dad," Jay greeted the family patriarch. "Jay," Finn replied. "The job's not finished," Jay rumbled. "He's still out there." He was calm. He was also right, and all present knew it. Jay hadn't been let in on the plan. Finn was letting him hang out there in the wind. It wasn't nice, but it was what had to be done. The fewer peeps who knew the plan, the easier it would be to keep the plan hidden. "I'm staying behind, Jay," Finn reminded him. "Trust me. I'm not letting him get away. We have to wait for him to come out to play or give up. It'll be one or the other. If I need you, you're just an airship ride away."
Jay grimaced. That airship ride had taken the better part of a day. A day was a lot of time for a man like Nagoono to do awful things. His mind kept going back to the burned farms. It wasn't only Annabelle's hunger that had him wanting to stay here. He didn't like his dad's plan. It felt foolish. His experiences with the Wizard Sheetz had taught him just how quickly one evil man could destroy many lives. Still, his father was clearly set on this course. Muttering under his breath, Jay gathered up his bag and joined the group waiting at the carriage.
Finn the King embraced his son, whispering, "all will be well, Jay. Trust me." Next, he turned to his daughter and said, "stay safe, sweetie. I'll see you both in a bit." Bonnie hugged her father and kissed his cheek. Then, turning to Jay, she said, "come on, big brother. Time to go." Rolling his eyes, Jay followed his sister up to the coach and handed his belongings up to the driver. When both Mertens siblings were inside the carriage, the driver whipped the team into motion.
Bonnie let her big brother stew a bit, as the carriage took the twists and turns through the streets of Tongchon. She could tell he was very unhappy. Much like the nasty things Jake and their father were doing to Reese, she didn't like tricking her brother. Jay had lost his son. He'd lost wife and son both, and she had a pretty good idea just how miserable her big brother was. Finally, as they reached the city gates, she let her brother off the hook, announcing, "we're headed down to the Burn to join the army. Dad's got some stuff to wrap up here, then he'll arrest Reese, and join us at the Burn."
Jay's head snapped up so fast, he should have gotten a stiff neck. "Might want to close your mouth, big brother," Bonnie teased. "A zipper might get you." Jay shut his mouth, though he glared at her. "Did you really think daddy was just going to leave that murdering shitbag here," Bonnie asked? "I swear, you and mom are two peas in a pod." Jay cussed her, but Bonnie was moving on. "Reese is a spy," she said. "She's... Jake called her a double-agent or something. She's working for both sides or pretending to. Daddy says she talks in her sleep."
The tall fellow relaxed visibly. Bonnie moved to his side of the carriage and took his arm. "We didn't want to do this to you, but you're pretty rotten at holding a poker-face, big brother," Bonnie teased. Resting her head on his shoulder, she said, "I'm going to conjure up a space big enough to hold the army..." "We can't move the army that far," Jay reminded her. "I tried." "We can't do it in one leap," Bonnie retorted, "but I can walk to the center of the Burn."
Jay's eyes went wide, and he turned to face his sister. Nodding, Bonnie said, "there are no death-rays in my vision of home, Jay. The deadly rays can't touch us there. I can walk–and the army can walk with me–all the way to the center." And they'd deliver firm justice to Nagoono and his pack of idiots.
The pretty half-breed moved back to her own seat and brought out a pack of cards. As Jay watched, his sister dealt him a hand, saying, "I learned this from Jake. She and daddy play it a lot. The object is to make sets of four with the same value... I'll start. Do you have any fives?" Jay, who was still recovering from the shocking revelation that his dad was playing the woman who thought she was his mistress, frowned at the cards in his hand. A part of him thought that was evil. On the flipside, said mistress was a dirty traitor trying to sleep her way into his father's confidence, so maybe that was justified.
"Two," Jay announced. "Hand them over," Bonnie replied. Jay pulled the pair of fives from his hand and handed them across. "Any sixes," she asked? Frowning at his cards, Jay replied, "no." "I guess I have to fish," she said, as she rummaged in the pile on the seat beside her. She came up with a three. "Your turn," she said.
As the pair played the evening away, the carriage wended its way steadily south and west, bound for the army's camp. While the carriage swayed and bounced around them, Bonnie filled her brother in on all that was happening and just what her father meant for them to do. He was certain that Reese was working for Gordon Wells, which meant that anything he told her was going to Gordon and from there to Gordon's allies. He suspected that Tatsuo Nagumo had allied himself with the pair. The awful poison Nagoono had used on the Truth Kingdom's council sounded a lot like the nasty Dum-Dum Juice that Gumbald had invented.
"He wants Nagoono to lower his guard," Jay surmised. Bonnie nodded. "Any kings," Jay asked? "Go fish," Bonnie replied. Jay reached across and drew a card from the pile, gaining one of the kings he needed. Just one more to go. "Daddy figures that the minute he thinks the army is gone, Nagoono will be getting his army together to come out to play." Frowning, Jay replied, "what if he just jumps on a boat and runs..." "There's a sea-monster waiting on them at the mouth of the river," Bonnie replied. "Daddy went down to see that mermaid-girl. She owns a terrible sea-monster that defends her kingdom. Daddy asked to borrow it. If Nagoono tries to run, the sea-monster will eat him and all his friends."
It was the kind of solid plan that their dad was known for. Jay sighed. He shouldn't have doubted. More to the point, it gave him hope of making Annabelle happy. He'd been working on her–pointing out that going back to the Candy Kingdom would give them a pretty good supply of filthy criminal scum that she could take to her heart's content. She wanted Nagoono. He was a prize–a terribly evil soul attempting to sow corruption. Now, Jay might be able to give him to her.
The pair rode on through the cool night air, with Bonnie eventually professing to be tired. Near midnight, she drew out a pair of blankets that she'd had in her bag, and after handing one to Jay, she put the cards away, curled up, and drifted off to sleep. Jay sat up long after she'd gone down to sleep. Nagoono was within reach. Whispers of thought touched him. Patience, my sweet darling, Annabelle murmured. He'll be mine soon enough. You'll be richly rewarded when he's mine.
Back in the west, Kim Kil Wan watched his host swirl the brandy in his glass, as he talked about the grand plans of his coalition. The Duke of Nuts had plenty to say, but Kim couldn't find useful information in any of it. They were working with Gumbald now. Gumbald had an axe to grind against Bonnibel Bubblegum, which Kim cared nothing about. He didn't care about Princess Bubblegum. The candy monarch had been his mother's best friend. She'd given Lady Rainicorn a house of her own and provided a generous stipend to take care of Kim's mother. There had been moments where his idiot father managed to blow all his pay on something stupid–like the matching motorcycles he'd bought for himself and Lady, even though Lady couldn't fucking ride a motorcycle. That stipend had taken care of Kim's mom and Jake too.
"He's built war-machines as good as the ones Finn has," rumbled Clovis. "He needs help getting enough nuke-fuel to run them. He needs our help. He's on the other side of the barrier." "There's no barrier in the south," Kim replied. "Jungle Kingdom's wide open." "But there's an army there," Clovis retorted. "The Jungle Guard's always on full alert. We need help moving some forces of our own into position. There's a couple of other possible targets. Nicia's agents have learned that they're building a reactor machine in Princess Cerelia's domain. They'll have to move some nuke fuel through the bandit lands to operate it."
Kim had been vaguely aware of that plan. He'd floated the idea of maybe motivating some of his allies among the nobility to force a change in that plan. That reactor could support a vast industry all on its own. It was a literal license to mint coins at will. Unfortunately, he'd gotten little traction from his own faction. His fellow businessmen were running scared. Some of them refused to even take his phone calls.
Clearing his throat, he asked, "what's the plan? What's the end game? It's one thing to make a few moves behind the scenes to cause Finn trouble, but that's not enough." Really, he feared that anybody making trouble was going to get smashed eventually. If he was diving into this–going deeper into the dark waters of treachery–he needed some hope that it was actually going to matter.
Clovis leaned forward across the desk and announced, "the plan has three main components. First step: launch devastating attacks against things and people he cares for. We have agents snooping around in Laurel Kingdom. We have agents out east in Emerald Kingdom. They're the most vulnerable kingdoms in his coalition. They're outside his cursed Wall. He's in the east, now. Our tame spymaster, Gordon Wells, is making efforts to keep him there. That will spook his allies. Second step: enlist the aid of Odessa Delgado-Vega to encourage... hunger in the civilized kingdoms. That will further weaken his coalition. Third step: personal attacks against his closest family to isolate him. We'll kill William. We'll kill Fionna. We'll kill Star. With them out of the way, the coalition hangs by a thread. I have agents pursuing the capture of one of his younger children to act as a puppet heir to the throne."
Kim frowned at those words. "You're not planning to dissolve his empire," he burbled? "Why throw away power," Clovis retorted? "Especially power that came at somebody else's expense. With our own heir on his throne, we can control the empire and steer it in a direction we like." Leaning forward, the intense peanut said, "there would be new titles. You could be a duke! Perhaps, if your contribution was great enough, the ruling council would make you a prince of your own realm..."
Kim pondered that a long few moments. His sister, Viola, had been haranguing him about helping her establish a homeland for dogs. Truth? He didn't truly care about that because it didn't really benefit him. Now, though? The idea of being Prince of Dogs had a certain appeal. There were some nice lands near the Suncoast. Hell, why not just take the Suncoast? The idea of displacing one of the wenches Finn had taken to his bed had appeal. He could put princess Grace in the dungeon and rule her domain himself.
Sitting back in his chair, Clovis watched his visitor as he swirled the liquor in his glass. He could see the other man wavering. "Tell me," said the proud peanut, "what do you really want, Kim? You and your friends were playing against Finn long before we reached out to you." Kim glared at him, but the Duke of Nuts never wavered. "That bastard slept with my daughter and impregnated her," Kim growled! "He's slept with my sister." "Mine too," chuckled Clovis. "Yours isn't the only family he's dishonored. He dishonored my sister and got her with child."
As Kim pondered that shocking announcement, one of the maids came in. Kim had found himself eyeing the pair all through dinner. Striding up to the desk, she laid out a couple of after-dinner treats for the pair. Kim found himself staring at her, as she retrieved the brandy bottle to pour him a little more. He'd never encountered a peanut-person who looked quite like she did. "Fuck her if you want," Clovis chuckled. "I've made use of her a few times myself. If Finn's fucking your child, you can fuck one of his."
The evil uncle turned to his niece and growled, "Feena! Cease that!" The terrified maid straightened and stood up at attention, her eyes fixed on the back wall. Clovis rose and came around the desk. With a grin, the evil peanut groped his niece's lush bottom. "I've used both," he said. "I'm tempted to use one tonight." His wife hadn't been interested in fucking in years after all, and she really had no use for their two wards. Hefting the wench's heavy left tit, the Duke of Nuts said, "consider it an early bit of revenge, Kim. A chance to punish Finn before we inflict the final blow."
Well, how was THAT for a forgotten secret? Hmm? It appears that fearless leader has some 'splainin' to do. And, of course, now Finn has even more reason to smash the Duke of Nuts. If Kim isn't careful, even Bronwyn won't be able to protect him from Finn's wrath.
Next stop: Nagoono's demise.