"At long last! I feared I had to order us all to march upon the market and sack it ourselves!" I laugh and shout, partially drunk, raising my pewter cup of Muki brandy in the air, as several of the palace Muki servants bring trays of food fit for a conquering army. Or a skirmish-winning army…nay Kurama, do not sell yourself a few pieces of gold short…a quarry conquering army. Yes, that will do! The centerpiece of our dinner is three giant Mukian hens, southern Tourin 'ducks' the size of sedans, with crispy skin cooked in a style similar to Peking duck. The hens themselves have been sliced and sectioned into pieces small enough to just fit on a serving plate, with just enough room to spare for ripe fruit, grilled root vegetables, and a spread sauce that I can best describe as 'mango mustard'. Yusuke leans over my shoulder and speaks "Hell man, it may be some of the hashish I've been smoking with Jin but damn I'm ready to eat half of the freaking bird." Of course he had to seek Tourin hashish to smoke with those water pipes in the corner, as if I haven't suffered enough days of him reeking of it.
Yusuke, holding my left shoulder with his right hand, a mug of beer in his left, shouts "Alright everyone! Kurama here was point man on this operation, and I may be biased cause I've spent enough time to know he's the princeliest fuck around, but he did one hell of a job keeping as many of us alive as possible, getting us as much loot as possible, and he was in the shit of it with all of us!" The entire hall shouts in cheer and roaring applause, drinks raised, chests thumped, oh I haven't felt this way in so long. I do my best to hide my foolish smile. Yusuke continues "Those deer guys were tricky fucks, and not just because they didn't fight the way we thought them to! But it doesn't matter squat, because they are now working for us, thanks to the red haired smartass over here!"
Chants of 'Kurama' and 'Yoko' ring out to the delight of my slumbering ego, and I let Yusuke continue "And so I think the least we all can do, and I'm just saying this as an appetizer, he gets the first pick of this fucking delicious looking spread!" Jin shouts "No argument from any of us I reckon!" Nods and shouts of approval. I should have known in advance to prepare a speech. I quickly think and speak "The Aizbadins have been a pest in this region for centuries! I should know, I conquered their Gandaran variants as Yoko! But I must admit that these Tourin desert scourges are a more hardy and tricky sort! And all of that, even the surprising elements…all of that was rendered useless by you fine men and women!" More chanting, hooting, stomping of feet, any and all promises of keeping our noise down have long been shattered. I reach for a giant hen leg, large enough to use as a weapon, grab it with my left hand, and I…eh?! Ha! Yusuke suddenly lifts me up on his shoulders, and I quickly down my brandy and toss my cup to the ground, shattering it. Grasping the leg with both hands, I bite into the crispy flesh and succulent meat as Yusuke parades me around to the cheers of all.
Chu suddenly rises to his feet, and most of the rest follow, and I notice an amused grin on his face. Shouting in English, he announces "Ey Kurama, figured I get all of us to sing ya a tune for the occasion! Ready mates?! The Spirit World cunts shot him dead! The gray-haired fox ruled the past!" The rest shout in unison "He came back from the dead! Grew ginger pubes! And fucked the stags in the ass!" Oh hell I am almost crying of laughter! Chu is recreating the bawdy victory songs my warriors used to sing about me and my commanders back when I won battles in Gandara! I look down at Yusuke, who is laughing as well, and he shouts over the loud excitement "If I knew they'd do this, I'd ask them to cut me in!"
Chu motions the crowd again as I take a second bite. Drinking a healthy swig from his mug of beer, Chu belches and shouts "Mithradata clocked his mug, knocked some teeth loose! And kept on with the talk and talk!" The rest in unison shout "Yusuke blew out his spine! The traitors fled like rats! And Kurama here is waiting patiently, for them to get in line and suck his cock!" Ahaha! I shout "The rhyming scheme is a touch rough but I definitely appreciate the effort!" I take a third bite as Chu shouts "Last one mates! People of Wayan, watch your assholes! Here comes the ginger lecherous pisshead!" The rest shout in unison "Offer your whores to your conquering army, before we 'conquer' you all with our mastheads!" I am practically choking from laughter, tears in my eyes. Oh I'm certain Kokou and the Kollazuyu chieftain will not be happy to hear that last one.
Wait…now tables are being cleared away, the tables near the hens, room is being made, and it is as if a pathway is created…and now some of the men and women are dressed in looted Aizbadin clothing and pantomiming being bound and paraded as captives, as the others boo and jeer and shout expletives, and now Rinku and a female Muki demon each have brass trumpets, and they are blasting the trumpets at full volume, and the 'captives' slink along the pathway, and Yusuke follows and parades me along with several Rakshasas and Anakim ogres and Muki goblins, all dressed in armor and holding looted weapons, and it is a recreation of the military parades my men would organize on my behalf back when I ruled Gandara. I am stunned. The parades I modeled after the ancient human whom I admired and studied religiously in my early years and in Medieval Europe. Gaius Julius Caesar. And it is as if I am returning triumphant after conquering Gaul. As if I subjugated Vercingetorix at Alesia. All that is missing is a toga dyed entirely of purple. And a slave whispering into my ear, reminding me that I am only mortal.
I motion at Yusuke and speak "Thank you, I can walk by myself now." He lowers me back to the ground and I walk toward the end of the parade 'line' with Yusuke in tow, and I turn, raise my partially eaten hen leg, and I shout "Well what are you sods waiting for?! Eat before the meat goes cold! Drink before you remember what sobriety feels like!" They laugh and cheer and descend upon the spread as organized hyenas. Yusuke pats me on the back and speaks "Congrats again man, now I'm off to get a leg before they pick it clean. Hey assholes, save me a leg!"
I watch Yusuke enter the massing body of hungry and excited warriors, and I spot Chu carrying away two large legs and offering one of the legs to Yusuke, to the latter's relief. Chu glances at me, holds the hen leg with his teeth, and reaches for a pewter cup and a pot of brandy, pouring the cup full. Walking toward me, and grabbing the leg out of his mouth with his left hand, tearing a piece off and chewing it, he offers the cup and speaks "Ey Kurama, just letting ya know that, while the threat to have me lashed was rather bonkers, I apologize for boxing ya into a tight spot at the caves." I accept the cup and reply "No worries, I was simply executing my role as commander. I hold no ill will." Chu smiles and nods, patting me on the right shoulder. He speaks "May we speak somewhere a bit private-like?" Hm? I nod and motion him to follow me to the balcony at the end of the large ballroom.
Stepping onto the balcony, overlooking the labyrinthian garden below, the sprawling mountains and hills surrounding us, a Muki village, bright amongst the darkness, appears at the summit of a not too distant hill. I lean over the balcony with my cup of brandy, sipping it, and Chu follows suit, albeit without a drink, a rare occasion for him. I ask "So Chu, what do you wish to ask of me in private?" Chu's face contorts strangely, and he replies "Well, there's a saying in human world, maybe ya heard of it. Better to ask for forgiveness than beg for permission?" Oh dear. I ask "So what have you done Chu, that requires my attention?" He tilts his head left to right and replies "Well, nothing yet, but I promised the mates that well, we'll pitch in some of the gold and loot we got and well…have some guests ordered in? Entertainers?" Guests? Entertainers? Oh…
My expression shows enough that I understood what he is referring to. Chu continues "So, I wanted to run it by ya first, so I don't crush ya toes. I mean, not like ya'd have an issue with it. I remember the day Mithradata hit us in Arrapka, ya bribed one of the tiger belly dancer blokes to suck ya off. Ha, remember when Kokou put ya on the spotlight for that? At the meeting?" Arrapka, the dancer I bribed. The dancer I pretended…fantasized…was Yusuke. No Kurama, do not do this again. It's idiocy. He is engaged to Keiko, has been for over a decade.
Over a decade…no. NO! Yes, certainly, his relationship has been strained at times, and I have noticed his occasional distress and dissatisfaction at times, as well as his attempts to keep such feelings hidden. Still, he is your closest, dearest friend, and above all, he has made absolutely no indications aside from obviously sarcastic jokes that he has any attraction toward men, let alone me. What on earth are you even thinking?! Induce him to infidelity?! Chu, damn this, why today?! I've visited the brothels before but always while Yusuke went away…visited them to delude myself with my idiotic fantasies. How narcissistic can you be Kurama?! Chu drones on with sex euphemisms and I ignore him…think. Think, think!
I…Yusuke is an independent man and any actions he may take are his own doing and I should not deny out of interest of a supposed moral obligation and I would never dare pass judgment on him as he would not pass judgment on me despite all that I have done in my pasts as Shuichi and as Yoko and we are beyond typical conventions are we? Yes we can be and the-the-the thought of oh…to see him undressed and plowing another and knowing that I facilitated that and to see him in the act as I do the same with a whore of my own and to watch him thrust his prick even if not in me and oh hell I must hide my erection or else Chu might flatter himself into thinking he is the cause and what the damnable hell are you imagining Kurama?! Stop!
Think…I am thinking! And this is the trouble I am wrestling with! And…no, simplify this Kurama. Simplicity is key. Dissolve all elements into the basic ingredients…Chu promised the men and women that whores will be brought in for after celebration 'entertainment'. And Yusuke happening to be here does not change that. And if he would fancy himself to be unfaithful then that is his prerogative, and if I were to assure him that all secrets will remain hidden and offer a means for such an adventure and if I were by chance to…stop Kurama! No chance! There is no chance! He is a straight man with no conceivable interest in you, stop! Oh hell, I…I am…I feel myself magnetically drawn down a pathway that will cause ruin…I…fine. Just…can Chu finally cease with his incessant babbling?!
I interrupt Chu and speak "Fine, very well. Make way to the brothels and let them know this, they have an army to entertain. A good mix of men and women, a variety of species, this is Tourin after all." And now I notice that, while I plunged myself into my inner monologue, Chu has practically consumed his leg of hen down to the bone, while I allowed my half-eaten leg to grow cold. Snapping the fingers on his right hand, Chu replies "A good mix, will get on that right now." Tossing the bone off the balcony to the annoyance of myself and eventually the palace staff, Chu turns around and walks back into the main hall, shouting "Oi Rinku! With me! We off to the moll market!" I hurriedly chew through my 'celebratory' leg, the meat not as appetizing now, now that it has gone cold from my inaction.
Finishing my hen leg and tossing it in an empty basket behind me, I glare at my brandy and sigh. Certainly insufficient, will need more. I am far too sober to battle with the choice I am about to make, between idiocy and cowardice. I engulf a large swallow of brandy and offer a wayward smirk to the less than gentle mountain breeze. My inspiration, my muse if I may, the great and ingenious human Gaius Julius Caesar. Am I to emulate him once again? What did his men chant after Caesar enjoyed his triumph over the Gallic Celts?
'Urbani, servate uxores: moechum calvom adducimus. Aurum in Gallia effutuisti, hic sumpsisti mutuum.'
I smirk and whisper into the wind in English "Warriors, secure your husbands and wives. Here comes the red-haired adulterous whore. He fucked away the gold in Gandara, and arrived to steal more."
I drink another swallow of brandy. Yoko is nothing more than a past life, and his sins died with him. Yusuke himself assured as such…and it makes perfect sense. And in that context, I can view the past once again, and without gritted teeth. The brutality, and the debauchery, and the achievement. The power and the influence. The legacy I carved out, that my name still carries weight today. My old name. Yoko's old name. It's fine Kurama, be at peace. You have desire in your heart…and as absurd as such a desire may be…you cannot triumph over free will. Take comfort in that…take comfort. Your hands will be washed clean.
Idiocy it is. So be it.
He wished to see me in person and yet I am the one waiting at the bar. Rudy, Rudy, Rudy, how rude. Hah! Uncle Arumugam will visit me shortly anyway, and I am placing mental bets in my head as to who will arrive first. Oh well, at least the drinks here are enjoyable. A dimly lit ambience with potted plants and neon pink, red, green, and yellow, as if it's outdoors and in a jungle, except the jungle has air conditioning and electricity. One of the better Indian restaurants in Quezon, and they make good Tandoori. A Punjabi establishment too, though I am not quite thrilled with their curries. I have a feeling they make a lot of them in batch early in the morning and just heat them up later in the day. Though the Jaffna crab curry they make is rather good, similar to the one father would make at my old home. Back in Kandy. Back in Sri Lanka. Back before…there is still a few weeks before the anniversary of that nightmare. Best push those thoughts away Vijaya.
My earlier clothes now in my dirty laundry pile back home, I'm wearing a buttoned mint green shirt with grey rectangle patterns on it, forming these Tetris-style blocks, along with a clean pair of dark blue jeans. The cocktail menu booklet…no new specials. They placed drink specials on the menu months ago and never bothered changing them, rather annoying. So what to get…
I hear someone speak in Cebuano-accented English "Hey, Vijaya." Looks like Rudy wins the race this time. I turn around and find him dressed in the same shirt despite the…no, he somehow got himself a second pair of the same polo, and he swapped his gray khakis for olive green cargo shorts. And he is still wearing sunglasses, even in a dimly lit bar. He started wearing sunglasses everywhere around a month ago and it is rather amusing. I fight the urge to laugh and reply "Rudy, how is it?" He seats himself on the bar seat to the left of me and replies "Could be worse. I spoke with our employers about what we found. I'm waiting for further instructions, maybe tomorrow." "Did our boss say anything about where Acacia is?" The river Styx pilot for our region disappeared roughly a month ago, and I have been waiting anxiously for any information about where she is. It's so strange, Acacia just vanished.
Rudy just shifts in his chair and reaches for the drink menu. I ask "Were you listening to me?" Jerking his head toward me, he replies "What? Sorry, I was thinking about what happened earlier. No, still no sign of Acacia. As soon as he says something, I will let you know…do they…yes, they have Sambuca. Perfect."
The bartender, a north Indian-looking man with a beard and a red turban, dressed in a beige collared undershirt, a brown vest, and brown suit pants, he walks over to us and asks in English with a north-Indian accent "What can I get you too?" I think he is new, don't remember seeing him before. I reply "A basi Mai Tai and one order of the Jaffna crab curry, with garlic roti and rice on the side." The bartender nods at me and then turns to Rudy, who replies "Can you make a backdraft?" A what? The bartender raises an eyebrow and speaks "A backdraft? Is that the flaming drink with the Sambuca?" Flaming? Oh. Rudy nods and replies "That's the one." "Okay, I can make it. Anything to eat?" "No, just the drink." "Okay, I'll place her order in first, then work on the drinks."
We watch in silence as the bartender makes my drink first, faint north Indian instrumental music barely audible over the conversations of everyone around us. At least the bar is empty aside from us two. I break the silence "So, are we going to see any colleagues from Japan? Or the Balkans?" Rudy closely watches the bartender's movements and speaks "What? Oh, likely not the latter. But the former, possibly. Possibly not. Still too early to say." Silence again, and the bartender appears almost done with my Mai Tai. He reaches for a pineapple slice and spears the rind with a miniature pink umbrella, wedging the slice on the rim of my drink, and then placing it on my side.
I inch slightly away from Rudy and the bartender as the latter prepares his 'flammable' drink, the latter placing a shot glass on a ceramic plate in front of Rudy. Removing the umbrella from the rind, I pull the pineapple slice out and bite into it, a few drops of juice sliding down my chin. I chew the fruit and clean my chin with a red napkin, staring at the bartender as he works on the cocktail. Waiting in anticipation for the fire. I hate fire. Rudy, his eyes, err, sunglasses at least, also focused on the bartender's handiwork, he speaks "So, the toolkit I leant you, has it been of use?" I reply "Yes, why? You want it back? You still haven't returned me the copy of the Ramayana I leant you three months ago." An English translation, one of the few possessions I had…that day…that…don't. Don't Vijaya. There are weeks to go until that date. Don't think about it now.
The bartender pours bluish, and slightly inflamed, liquor into a shot glass full of Sambuca, engulfing the shot glass in a low blue flame that blends with the neon pink and red lighting of the bar. I shudder in anticipation, already finding my breathing shortened. The bartender grabs a shaker of some brown spice, cinnamon maybe, and he oh PERUMAL I PRAY FOR YOU TO PRESERVE…the fire stopped. I find my heart racing…idiot, he forgot how I feel around flames?! The bartender smothers the fires of the shot glass with an overturned empty pint glass, waits for the fires to truly die down, and then removes the overturned pint glass and covers the pint glass with the palm of his left hand, sneaking an ice cube into the glass. Rudy, a yellow plastic straw in his left hand, grabs the once burning shot glass and finishes the drink in one quick motion, and the bartender bring the pint glass full of the vapors to Rudy, opening his fingers to allow Rudy to fit in the straw. Rudy sucks the vapors out of the glass, and I find the stench of burning cinnamon and the shock of the flames bringing me to a…damn this coughing fit. I can't stop coughing.
Rudy finishes consuming the vapors, and then turns his straw toward the plate the shot glass was on, sucking up the burnt Sambuca and cinnamon. My coughing starts to ease away, the shock wearing off, I feel sweat sliding down my neck. Is this revenge for rushing him and his turon earlier today?! Nodding in apparent satisfaction, Rudy asks "How much?" The bartender pauses, as if calculating the cost of something off the menu, and replies "200 piso." Rudy reaches into his right pocket and removes a brass money clip. He fishes out two violet 100 piso notes, and an orange 20 piso note, likely the tip. Placing the three bills on the counter, Rudy speaks "Thank you for the drink." He turns toward me and speaks "Enjoy your dinner. I will let you know if anything develops on what we worked on today." I hide my anger and reply "Very well, enjoy your evening too." He nods and walks away, and I rub my forehead, recovering from…that.
I finally take a sip of my Mai Tai, looking around and watching Rudy leave the restaurant. The bartender asks "You okay? Tum theek ho?" I turn my attention to him and speak "Oh? I'm fine. And I don't speak Hindi. Tamizhan…err…Tamilian." The bartender nods and begins washing the glassware used by Rudy. As he cleans the pint glass, he speaks "I'll check on the kitchen to see what's the status of your order." "Thank you," I listlessly reply, sipping on my Mai Tai. I notice the bartender looking ahead at something or someone, and I turn around, ah, Uncle Arumugam. He's dressed in a red and grey plaid buttoned collared shirt and sky blue jeans, and his thick and groomed beard and bushy black hair, combed to the right, looks almost grey under the neon lighting. He smiles, walks over, leans over, and hugs me tightly, tapping my back, and his beard brushes against my left cheek as he speaks in Tamil "Every day that I see my beloved niece is a day that I have lived well." I smile and hide my tears and speak "It's good to see you too, uncle." I last saw him a week ago, yet his kind words and the stunt Rudy pulled made me emotional. I hate feeling emotional.
Uncle sits to the right of me by the bar, and speaks to the bartender in English "A pint of Red Horse, and saag paneer with rice and roti." The bartender nods and replies "One second, I'll put in your order right away…oh, I think her food is ready." He turns away from the computer behind the bar and walks outside and through a door. A short pause, and he returns with a tray balanced on his left shoulder, two plates, and two bowls. He places the first bowl, full of white basmati rice on the bar counter, and then the first plate, an empty white ceramic plate. He then places a plate with four garlic roti flatbreads, the rich aroma pushing away the earlier burnt cinnamon smell. Lastly, he places the final bowl…ah damn, I forgot to tell him. The chefs here prefer to scoop the crabmeat out and blend it with the curry…I wanted the crabs in the curry still with their shells, so I can break them open and finger out the meat myself. Like how father would make it.
The bartender provides me with napkins and a steel fork, knife, and spoon, and then provides the same for Uncle, before turning to the computer to input Uncle's order. Not sure why they even give me a knife. Uncle looks at my Jaffna crab curry and asks in Tamil "They forgot to do it your way?" I reply "I forgot to tell him, the guy is new. I think. It's fine, it's okay." "Next time you'll remember," Uncle replies. Yes. Next time. I tear off a piece of the top roti on the pile, grab my spoon, spoon curry over the roti, and bite into it. I then spoon rice over my empty plate, spilling some rice onto the counter, and then spoon more curry over my rice, mixing in the light brown with the white. I place my spoon back into my bowl of curry and grab my fork, and the bartender hands Uncle his bottle of beer, with the red label and the red horse head logo.
I take a sip from my hardly touched Mai Tai and resume eating my dinner, as Uncle speaks "So, funny anecdote with Sujatha today. She went with Ganesan to that new giant mall they opened in Pasay last year, the one with the giant globe in front." I swallow another piece of roti bread, clean my lips with my napkin, and ask "Oh really?" Uncle sips on his beer and replies "They went to the ice skating rink, and saw one of the actresses from that fantasy TV show you like. Encantadia or something?" Wow, really?! Ha! I say "Yes, Encantadia, wow, was it Dizon?" "They said her name but you know me, it went in one ear and out the other. You will have to ask them, but they said they saw her slip and fall on her ass, and everyone just stopped and looked at her. Must have been very embarrassing." I laugh and say "Wow, that is funny, I definitely have to ask them when I have the chance." I laugh a bit to myself, and I take a more generous gulp from my cocktail. And I find myself smiling from the absurdity of it.
I'm…I'm kinda drunk I guess. I mean, shit, Kurama himself is drinking a lot too, but at least he's pacing himself. Not like what happened last year when he drank half a bottle of whisky and I had to make him play video games so he wouldn't fall asleep and die. I mean, okay, I'm resting on a red futon thing, or is it an ottoman? Something with fabric, and I'm trying not to throw up from overeating and overdrinking and I'm watching Jin hold a bald red ogre in a headlock and use his bald ogre head like those African drums. And everyone is laughing and having a good time, and there already been a few toasts to the people that didn't survive and a toast to the poor bastards that have to babysit double-dick Sidura instead.
I mean, wow what a clown. I heard stories about him being a dumbass from Chu and Jin but holy shit. Apparently the bipod was a birth defect that got him popular with some of the ladies and…dudes here in Tourin, and he let it all go to his head that he's some sex god. Not like he's more popular for being Kokou's nephew and having royal blood and all that good stuff, and that he is stupid enough to be taken advantage of. Anyway, enough about the dick of dicks…heh, dick of dicks. Woah…what's going on here?!
Chu and Rinku just showed up, and the whole party just got real quiet, with a few whistles and hoots in the background, cause the two got a whole army of their own behind them. Tiger demons, some of the more skinnier and less muscled up ogres I've seen, some of these goblin demons, a couple of fox demons like Kurama, a couple of normal human looking demons I'm guessing, and a few that look like Jin's people. Like two women for every man. All of them dressed in clothes that aren't leaving much to imagination, the tiger demons wearing veils and looking like belly dancers, the ogres in loincloths and the female ogres got almost see-through bras, the goblins wearing vests with colored feathers on them and these short skirts for the ladies, leather shorts for the guys…are they…? Chu shouts out "Oi! Hold onto yer bits mates, cause they about to be besieged haha!" So…so they are.
Half the crowd is clapping and cheering and a few of the warrior guys and ladies are like me, shocked for some reason or another, a few looking a bit uncomfortable. I…I guess…I…guess, is this normal? What the fuck? I mean, not like I have experience with these kinds of things…that was my first 'war' battle ever, since the fight with Mithradata was just one-on-one for me at the end. And we didn't do this after that fight was done…I mean yea I guess it's because we were mourning the people we lost and…what the hell was I thinking about? Oh yeah, the hookers Chu brought in. And…Kurama, who has a cup in his right hand, is hushing the crowd and taking the center of the room, and he looks wasted. Not alcohol poisoning wasted again, thank fuck, but pretty wrecked.
He sips from his cup, almost trips over a plate, and says in English "Now, I trust that you all will b-behave, in presence of our esteemed company. Yes, you too Chu." A few people laugh. He continues "Now, earlier you honored me as a triumphant…err…triumphator, and now I in turn wish to honor those who fought alongside me. And if I would individually address every single one of you, when I admittedly don't know the names of almost any of you, well, standing in between you all and your fun would be downright rude. So, I will just single out one for recognition." He glances at me briefly…more than briefly…he's thinking about me? Kurama suddenly looks away and shouts "The Rakshasi that put the crossbow bolt through the skull of Amaga, wife of the Zirakeh clan warlord Falakius!" Clapping, and then silence. Kurama smiles awkwardly and says "I…do not know your name, or where you are, so do us all a mercy and please step forward."
A short pause, and then a female tiger demon, yeah, the more humanoid looking one, the one on horseback that was with us when we gave the first group the hit from behind, she walks forward, dressed in white shorts with a gold belt and a silk blue shirt with gold trim. Without her helmet, I can see she's got longish brown hair in a knot. The silk shirt is semi see-through…I can barely see her boobs through it. Looks like she got a pick through the war spoils earlier. The tiger lady walks up to Kurama and I can barely hear her say in Arabic-accent English "Um…hi?" Kurama just looks at her and mumbles something that I can't hear. A bunch of people laugh and snicker, and Kurama says "Your name, please. I rather not call you 'Tiger Demon' the entire time." She awkwardly smiles and says "Oh, Zarya. My name I mean. I mean, my name is…" "Zarya, yes, I understood the first time." Kurama looks like he is dying inside.
Fox-boy suddenly wraps his free left arm around her shoulder and the back of her neck, and turns her to face the hookers, like he is about give out free shit at a gameshow. He speaks "In the past as Yoko, I would have been very cross about my warriors speaking out of turn during a parley, but in this instance, your sudden input was very well timed and likely saved significant further bloodshed. And you also eliminated Falakius' wife, whom I hear was a formidable warrior in her own right." Zarya awkwardly smiles and speaks "I-I…err…um. Thank you?" Kurama just pauses and stares at her, like even more stuff inside of him is dying off from the cringe.
Fox-boy just shakes his head and says "As a reward, you get the first pick." "Um…pick?" Kurama holds back a burp and says "Yes…pick. Pick two. Both male, one male one female, or both female. Your choice, we won't pass judgment. This isn't the Alaric after all." A bunch of people laugh at the last line. Zarya just mumbles something that I think only Kurama can hear, and then she says "Um, pick two?" Kurama, getting really annoyed, replies "Yes. Two. One plus one. I assume you can count and understand the English language. My, it is as if you exhausted all your capacity for public speech during the battle. At the very least, I would say that capacity was well used. I assure you, I am not asking you to screw them in front of us. Now please pick two whores or one or none at all. They were rented for the night, not the present epoch."
A bunch more people laugh, and Zarya awkwardly mumbles and points "Um, him…and him." A toned but kinda skinny male tiger demon, looks bit less humanoid then she does, and a skinny European human looking guy with short hair and some chin stubble, looks like a human in his late 30s. A bunch start clapping, like they are relieved that what they were watching is finally over, and Kurama speaks "A Rakshasa and a Rokurokubi, very well." Rokurokubi? Like Hokushin? I haven't seen many of his kind that weren't like Shaolin monks. Makes sense I guess. Hokushin did say he had to hide his old accent to fit in with the monks.
Kurama gives Zarya a light push with his left arm and she awkwardly gets approached by the two male demon prostitutes. The two hookers awkwardly smile and lead her away to a corner of the hall, where there is a teapot and some cookies on silver trays. Kurama looks like he's hiding some laughter, and he says "Now then, I will select two for myself, and I expect the rest of you to collect a whore of your choice without resorting to violence or any other incivility. Yes, just one. If I hear that fools are fighting over a whore, I will intervene, and I assure all, they will not want me intervening. So, behave. Now…I will have…you…yes you, the female Finngualan in red, and you, the female Rokurokubi in the grey tunic."
He picks a Finngualan, one of Jin's people, a female version that looks a bit like Jin, except a smaller nose, a little lighter red hair that is shoulder length, and has a longer horn, and she's dressed in a red and blue plaid silk toga that's showing off her large left boob with dark brown areola. The stretchy Rokurokubi demon, she looks Mediterranean, with thickish black eyebrows, black hair tied into a ponytail, a bit darker skin than Hokushin, and she has a rounder chin, dressed in a low cut tunic that's showing off her slight cleavage, and dark grey leather shorts that stop just above her knees. The two ladies approach Kurama and he takes each of them around their shoulders. Turning to the crowd, he shouts "The rest are all yours! Now do not disturb me for the next several hours!" A lot of the people laugh and whistle and hoot, and the hookers start moving toward the warriors, some giggling.
I just sit on the ottoman feeling very uncomfortable. I'm…okay things have been pretty shitty with Keiko but…no, you can't do this. Even if she…goddamnit Kurama, what the fuck?! Was it his idea?! Chu's?! I…Kurama walks up to me with the two hookers around his arms, and the Finngualan giggles and covers her mouth with her slender right hand with pointy but groomed red nails, and she speaks in this Irish-accented English kinda like Jin speaks "Oh, you must be the famed Urameshi I heard stories about. Raizen's offspring, yes? I always reckoned you to be taller. They all call me Fiona, but you can call me anything you want…hehehe…" Kurama cuts off the Finngualan and says "Excuse me for a spell, you two." He lets go of the two hookers and motions at me with his left hand, sipping from his right cup of alcohol. I get off the ottoman and follow him to the wall, away from people.
He leans his back against the wall and looks up into the ceiling, speaking "A f-festive day, yes?" He's slurring his words a bit and…he looks anxious or something? I say "Uh, yea, what's up?" I look at Fiona, and she's talking with the stretchy limbs lady demon hooker and looking back at me, and she's like giggling or something. I look back at Kurama, and his face is looking a bit red, like he's had one too many. Again. He nods and says "I specifically chose two females…I…I did not wish to make you uncomfortable."
What?! I say "The hell does that got to do with me? If you want to screw a dude, I couldn't care less. That's your business." Kurama starts mumbling something that I can't understand, and he suddenly says "I-of course, yes. Disregard what I…this is a fine evening." Huh? I ask him "What's the matter? I don't usually see your tongue tied up like that." He puffs his cheeks and says "I…Yusuke you have spoken at length that…" Woah he is talking really fast. I say "Slow down man, I'm having trouble following you. What, did you catch whatever speech problem that tiger crossbow lady has?" Kurama laughs a bit and says "No, I, Yusuke, you have spoken at length about your difficulties with…with Keiko." Yeah, well, I needed someone I can trust to talk to about that. And, and…goddamnit. I felt trapped, feel trapped. Like I've made a huge mistake and someone is going to get really hurt. Like I kept pretending that everything is like in the TV shows and the movies and it's not, and she's understanding that and I'm starting to understand that.
I say "Yeah, I did." Keiko, man, I, it's not even her personality change after she got shot by Mithradata and had that near-death vision thing. It's that, argh! She's one of my closest friends and now that she has spirit powers like me, she wants to do the same crap that I do and Kurama does and Kuwabara does and Hiei does and I nearly died so many times protecting her, hell I actually died once, and now she's doing this stupid shit that is going to throw that all away and get herself killed! And…and…and I like…I thought quitting my spirit detective gig and trying to live a normal life with Keiko would work and even when they reinstated me and gave me easy jobs, even that…that wasn't enough. And I felt like I spent most of the last decade in this funk where I keep feeling like shit…and…I wasn't happy. And I'm in too deep, and…and…goddamnit! We've been engaged for thirteen years. No, sixteen, if I count my proposal before I left to demon world and to Tourin for the first time. Sixteen years. Engaged. Just…engaged. Like…the finish line is there and neither of us want to cross it. And…and…and Kurama has been staring at the ceiling and I think his right hand is shaking a bit.
I ask "Uh, you okay man?" Kurama takes a sip from his cup, his shaking stopped, and he says "I just want to assure you that…that if you wish to…have an indiscretion, I will not judge, and obviously not breathe a word to anyone without your approval. And…I can arrange it to be discreet." What? Indiscretion? In-dis…oh, huh. Um. Uh. Oh God. He continues "I'm not pushing you to do anything, but I am just letting you know that whatever happens will remain a secret. We all have our needs. If…if you need me…there is a small unused guest room three doors past the latrines, on the upper floor. You may find me there."
Oh God. Kurama what are you doing to me? I…it's…fuck. Why you, of all people? I mean if Chu came up with this, I can just laugh him off…but…why the fuck did I let myself think about him that way again?! I was so close to pushing those thoughts away and then that stupid fucking dream the night he almost drank himself to death with whisky and then me finding his porn stash in his bathroom and his gay porn mags and thinking about him like that again and…fuck!
Fuck.
I close my eyes and say "Okay." Kurama just jerks his head toward me and says "Okay? Okay as in…?" I answer "Okay as in I heard everything you said and I'm letting you know that I heard everything you said. Now go, do whatever." Kurama just looks at me blankly and nods, saying "Okay. Enjoy the rest of the evening, if I don't see you again until tomorrow." "Same," I say, as he walks back to Fiona and the other hooker and motions at them to follow him. And I rest my back against the wall and watch him walk away with them and…I hear someone laugh and I see Rinku with a lady tiger demon hooker take the space on the wall like a few meters to the right of me, and he's groping her tits and laughing and I overhear him say "Hey, so I…haven't had a lot of experience with…" And the tiger demon whispers something into his left ear and she uses her right hand to grab his crotch and…I look way.
Back in the direction of where Kurama left my view. So he's going to roll around with a couple of ladies. Good for him. Yeah, good for him. Hey, does he have red pubes? That'd be funny, red pubes. Heh…and…now I'm picturing him naked again. And…uh. Goddamnit. Fuck! I…I walk over to where Zarya is, and she's getting her neck massaged by the stretchy limb human-looking demon guy, while the tiger demon guy is working his way up her right leg, and I say "Excuse me, just grabbing a couple of these." The three of them don't even notice me as I grab three of these sugar cookies from the tray next to them.
Oh I'm going to hate myself for this. One hour. I lasted one hour of being surrounded by the after party and cooking in my own thoughts in the corner, walking through the labyrinth hedges outside to get awat from the new 'quiet' ambiance, three cigarettes, and here I am. I'm at the door where Kurama said he'd be. I-I feel like I'm setting myself into auto-pilot…I knock on the door and whisper "Hey Kurama, it's me." I look left and right, just palace workers, none of them noticing me. A short pause, and I hear the door unlock, and open, and…there's Kurama, in his white boxers, not hiding his boner at all. It's…I think he's about my size down there. Behind him is a bed with these wooden corner pillars and purple curtains, and the two hookers are on the bed, the Rokurokubi completely naked, Fiona naked aside from a silk belt thing around her waist, and I can see from here that she has a red bush above her pussy.
Kurama doesn't say anything and just lets me in, closing the door behind me, while Fiona and the other lady say "Oooo. Are we having more company? Does the great Yoko like to share? Hehehe…" It's like they came from the same store…well I think they kinda did. I, I hear Kurama lock the door behind me, and I hear him quietly say "Fiona or Elvira?" Uh…um. I guess the stretchy neck demon lady hooker is Elvira. I don't say anything, just take off my sandals, exposing my feet. I…Fiona opens her legs in front of me and quietly says in her accent "Oh the great Yusuke of Tourin has conquered me, I am his for plunder and ravaging." She said it so coy-like, like she's some stage actress. She curls her finger at me, and then moves her hands down and stretches out the flaps of her pussy. Looks like a human pussy too. She says "Oh will my hole withstand the pounding of his mighty cock…" Elvira laughs and speaks in a Spanish or Portuguese or some kind of Mediterranean accent "I can't tell whether she came here to fuck you both or audition for a play." Kurama drinks from a silver glass, saying "Water? Brandy?" I shake my head, and he continues "Go ahead."
Fiona gets up to a seated position and pokes at my grey sweatpants with her toes, pulling on the band with her left foot, my boner poking through it. She purrs and says "It's okay, I'm not a biter. Unless you want me to be." I just close my eyes and stand here, looking stupid, my hands behind my back. She struggles with pulling down my sweatpants and I open my eyes and see Kurama watching, his boner almost ripping through his boxers, and-and-and…fuck. I lightly smack Fiona's foot away, pull my sweatpants and black boxers down in one move, take them off, hear Kurama mumble or make a noise or something that I didn't catch right, and stand in front of the hooker with my dick out. I take off my sleeveless red shirt and my brown vest, toss them on the floor, and watch Fiona slowly turn onto her back, her head facing me and my boner, her legs pointed to the back of the bed, and I watch her slowly crawl on her back to me, until her face is under my crotch, and I…oh…she's leaning over and…she's licking my balls. Oh fuck. Oh.
I grip onto the edge of the bed, gripping the end of the top sheet, and I watch Fiona reach for my dick and push the head into her mouth, her pink lips wrapping around it…uh…fuck. I look away and find Elvira snaking her right hand around Kurama from his back, her left hand pushing his boxers down…heh…uh…heh he does have ginger pubes. His dick...uh…it's like my size except a little thinner and with a bigger, thicker cockhead, and a bit curved downward. Elvira wraps her right hand around his dick and jerks him, and I can see him groan a bit, moving toward the bed. He sits down and watches Fiona suck my dickhead…oh she's doing it faster…and…woah…Elvira's neck stretches and her head wraps around from under Kurama's right arm, and she's sucking his dick while her neck's extended. That's…freaky to look at. I…Kurama definitely put on some more muscle since we started training in Tourin for reals. He…ugh fuck that feels good…he…his delts got thicker, upper arms got a bit thicker, traps got a lot thicker and bigger but not like cartoon-level big, his pecs grew a bit, and everything below his pecs is still lean. Fuck that looks good, weird but hot, the way that Elvira is sucking his cock. Fuck, Fiona feels good…he…he looks good…his cock looks…shit.
Kurama groans and speaks "F-Fiona…I already laid with her earlier. S-she has very little g-gag reflex. Let her dem-dem-demonstrate…oh that feels nice." Kurama's cradling Elvira's hair, holding the top of her head, not…uh…not really pushing it down but…damn. Okay…okay. Fiona pushes against my thighs and I step back and pull my dickhead out of her mouth, and she scoots a bit closer to the edge…closer…her head is now hanging over the edge. She says "Okay, let me catch my breath first…okay, just don't be too rough. When I tap on your thighs, back away, or else I'm vomiting over you, and you don't strike me as someone that would fancy that."
Okay…okay, fuck I'm hard. I…she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out, holding her hanging hair in her dangling right arm, like it's some yoga or gymnastics pose. I walk over, get my feet set just right, stand a bit on my toes, and put my dick inside her mouth…oh fuck…oh fuck I can see her neck bulge a bit. Elvira, mid-blowjob on Kurama, stops, pulls her head off, and says "Impressive, ain't it." I…I thrust in and out her mouth slowly, only pulling back as far as my dickhead, and then back in…to the base…it…it feels so damn good and hot and wet and I'm going crazy here watching Elvira blow Kurama, and I lean over and rub Fiona's nipples a bit…and then reach out with my right hand for her pussy…and…she's very wet and…huh?
Kurama groans "I already…uh, finished inside her earlier…oh yes, that is a good rhythm." So, I got his cum on my fingers. Huh. Uh…I don't…I have to be careful…oh fuck yes…I have to be careful. I've said so much 'homoerotic' crap as jokes with him that…uh…if I actually do something on…that end…uh…then he will figure out…that…I'm…uh…bi like him, and that I…he…uh…said it himself last year…he doesn't see…uh…any of us like…that. I…shit…Fiona's tapping my thigh and I pull my dick out…ow…her teeth scratched against it a bit. Fiona coughs and takes in air…and I wipe my fingers on the top sheet. I'm halfway there, and I watch Fiona run her fingers through her hair, and cough a few more times. She asks "Continue? Or something else?" I reach over and grab her right ankle, and spin her around so I'm between her legs. Fiona laughs and says "Oh, that kind of something else", plants her shoulders on the bed, and scoots closer to the edge again, her pussy almost at my dick. Elvira stops blowing Kurama and retracts her neck back to a normal length, turning onto her stomach, on all fours. She's got a decent sized ass, bigger than Fiona's. Has a mole on the left cheek. Kurama pants a bit and gets behind her, rubbing the head of his dick up and down her pussy, like he is trying to lubricate her up a bit more, and then thrusts in slowly, adjusting his knees, groaning as he enters.
I…I…uh…oh she feels hot and wet inside, I just slide in easy. Grabbing her legs and putting them on my left shoulder, I get a rhythm going, as Fiona starts moaning…might be fake moans. They sound a bit porno fake, like in the western porn vids. She moans and says "Keep going, keep fucking me like that. Yoko already poured his…poured his seed in me. Will you pour your seed in too, breed a bastard into me?" Woah! I pause at hearing that, my mouth open in shock, and Kurama himself stops with Elvira, and laughs a bit, saying "They aren't serious. Just pillow talk." Elvira herself laughs and says "We aren't being paid nearly enough to carry a baby for five months." Fiona herself giggles and says "Six months for my people, and I've drunken so much silphium tea that I'm likely not able to breed for years even if I completely stop using it today. Fancy yourself at ease, Urameshi, we have no designs on screwing our way into demon royalty."
Okay, okay. I nod to show I understand, and I look at Kurama, who goes back to fucking Elvira. She moans more quietly, and twists her head back and bites her lip. That is still very freaky and creepy. Kurama just keeps thrusting into her, unfazed. Fiona fakes a yawn and says "My cunt ain't going to breed itself." Goddamn. I look back at her and start thrusting away…I'm…seeing Kurama fuck the Rokurokubi, hearing Fiona's fake, almost pornstar moaning and acting, her legs on my shoulder, the sound of me slapping against her ass…fuck. Fuck. She moans "Oh fuck a bastard into my cunt, make my belly swell, fill my womb with your…" "ARGH! FUCK! FUCK!" FUCK! God, shit! Uh! I feel so lightheaded that it's almost like I'm going blind.
I turn to look at Kurama and he's just staring at me and Fiona and thrusting away, Elvira gripping the sheets. Elvira licks her lips while keeping eye contact with Kurama with her neck twisted, and she groans "Fill me up, fill my cunt up, fuck a baby into…" "ARGH! HELL!" Kurama shouts, thrusting a few more times, and then slowing down, panting. Elvira brings her neck back to a normal position, while Fiona laughs and says "That was quick. And I knew it too! Matters not the race, human or demon alike, something about you men and the thought of passing on your DNA. It's endearing how hilariously predictable that is. And I know what comes next…"
I say "Hey, well, it's…I've been having a bit of a dry spell and…" Dry spell. Shit…I block the thoughts out of my head. I…I feel good. Yeah. Good. Fiona and Elvira both laugh and Elvira herself says "And right on cue, the neurosis over stamina and speed." Kurama laughs and says "I rented two whores and I received two harridans. My apologies, Yusuke." Fiona gives off a fake 'innocent' smile to Kurama and says "Why, shall we instead whisper honeyed words instead? You struck me as the type to prefer a sharp tongue in more ways than one, but we are flexible. Elvira especially." Kurama nods and says "We will see, the night is young. Oh Yusuke, perhaps we rest for a bit. Elvira mentioned that she is quite versed with the double flute." Fiona laughs and sarcastically says "Oh that is certain, I witnessed that many a time. Oh! You mean the instrument…" Heh, I laugh a bit with everyone. I say "Okay, I…just need something to drink." Kurama rests his hands on Elvira's ass and says "Alcohol, or water? Or juice? I can mix you a cocktail." I say "I…I guess I can go for that."
I'm sweating, feeling Fiona's palms press against my chest as she grinds and rides me while facing away. I…uh the way her ass bounces on me, I'm…Kurama has herbs for everything, even getting 'stamina' back up. How long have I been here? An hour? Maybe more? We each had a drink while Fiona and Elvira entertained us with music and a back rub, and now round two for me, don't know what…uh…round Kurama is on now, he's fucking Elvira the way I fucked Fiona earlier, looking at both her and at me getting ridden by…uh…Fiona. Whole room smells like alcohol, sweat, and cum, and I feel a little lightheaded again. God that feels good, shit.
Kurama's eyes look like they are on the other side of the border. I had him drink a little water. He's still drunk, moving a little funny, and giving me funny looks at times, not…uh…fuck…not too wasted. I rest on my shoulders and watch and feel the show, fuck I'm getting halfway there again. This is wild…uh. Fiona's moaning, not as fake as before, more softer and real. She smirks and looks back at me, saying "Keep steady and I think I'll suffer a little death of my own. Ah…yes, yes. Keep steady, and I'll…ah, I'll do the rest." Kurama pulls out of Elvira and climbs onto the bed, his still wet dick dangling out, his balls somewhat covered by his red pubes. He slurs his words as he says "Mind if I squeeze in as well?" What? Heh?! Squeeze in? Fiona purrs and says "Oh I wouldn't mind a bit. Say yes Urameshi, and don't worry, it's a pleasant experience."
Uh, fuck, I don't get what's going on but I say "Uh, okay…okay, whatever that means." Fuck his dick looks good, I try not to look at it too much to bring attention, I mean, shit, he's drunk too, but he's usually sharp about these things…I…gotta be careful…he's getting closer to me and Fiona. Is he going for her ass? He's got this almost possessed look on his face, like he's doing surgery, and…fuck. Fuck! The head of his dick just brushed against my shaft…fuck that felt good! Wow, shit. Holy shit! Uh! Again he does it…he says "One moment, trying to steady my entrance." I watch him move his fingers at Fiona's crotch…oh fuck…I think his fingers just briefly brushed against my dick! I…Fiona moans loudly, and for real, and I see her biting her lip…what's that feeling…OH SHIT…he's…I feel his dick press against mine…he's inside her too. We're both inside Fiona's pussy…oh shit. I…I can't believe this is happening…Fiona slows down, stops her riding, and OH YES! He's grinding his dick inside her pussy, grinding against my dick…I…I'm. I feel my mind going completely blank, it's hard to think.
He grabs Fiona's shoulders and leans closer, and she's the only thing in-between us…I feel the head of his dick press against mine, rub against my shaft. Elvira leans forward, extends her neck and…oh, I think she's licking my balls, probably Kurama's too. This is insane, this is…is this some crazy wet dream I'm having?! I…Kurama looks over Fiona's right shoulder and into my eyes, saying "Uh…are…are you enjoying this?" Uh…I say "Y-yeah…fuck that feels good. Her hot insides…and the way your dick presses against mine." I can't believe I just said that, fuck! You dumbass…Kurama just looks at me with this frozen look, his mouth a bit open, his forehead really sweaty. He says "W-what did you just say?" He's got a hitch in his voice, behind his slurred words. I-I, fuck, he keeps thrusting and rubbing his dick against mine…I-I say "Y-your dick, the head is rubbing a-against me, along my…uh…the shaft, fuck…fuck it feels good." The look, the open mouthed smile he gives, like he can't believe what he's hearing…he's drunk, Yusuke. He's just drunk, don't…don't overthink this…just…enjoy this…fuck he's thrusting and rubbing against me even faster now. And Fiona is moaning even louder, saying "Oh I think I'm going to…oh hell!"
I watch her grip against Kurama's shoulders, groaning loudly, almost yelling. She says "Wait…one…oh hell, I need to…thank you…just a few seconds to enjoy that. I-I haven't had an orgasm that strong in a while…okay…okay…a few more seconds…okay you can resume." Kurama doesn't even react to her…he's looking at our dicks inside Fiona, as Elvira keeps licking our balls. I'm…I'm so close to shooting my second shot…Kurama slurs his words as he says "C-can…is it…would you mind…oh! Ah!" I groan and ask "What? Mind what?" He almost closes his eyes as he asks "I'm very close. Can I finish on your cock?" Heh! Fuck yes! I say "Go for it!" Like a switch got flipped, he groans loudly and fuck that feels good. I hold steady and feel his dick run up and down and against mine. He's grinding his teeth, looking down at our dicks, humping away, Fiona moaning again, wincing a little…his eyes go wide and…oh…I feel something hot against my dickhead. He's panting. He just came on me.
Kurama pants like he's sucking in air, and he says "T-thank you, I…thank you." I say "M-move onto your back, I-I'm going to do the same thing, is that okay?" He gives that look again and says "Absolutely!" Elvira moves out of the way, and Kurama leans back and Fiona leans forward, so now she's the one riding him, and I'm the one 'squeezing in' for the double vag penetration. Everything feels hot and wet inside her, and I exhale a bit and start fucking away, holding onto Fiona's shoulders. Elvira moves her head so she's behind us again, and I hear her say "Wow, it's seeping onto your jewels." Oh…just, the image…what his…almost, I feel my dick rub against his, against the walls of Fiona's pussy…almost. I say "I-I'm going to bust." That looks on his face again…almost…almost…AH! AH! It's hard to breathe! Hard to see! Fuck! Fuck! Fiona moans and I think Kurama does too a bit. I pull out and collapse on my back, landing on Elvira's stretched out head. "Ow!" she says, and I lift myself up with my shoulders, barely able to see her neck un-stretch and her head coming back to a normal position. "My bad," I barely say, as I close my eyes and wipe sweat off my forehead.
Oh…someone is sucking my dick…my vision blurry…red hair…is it…is it Kurama?! N-no…no, it's Fiona, the other redhead in this fourway. She…she's licking our cum off my dick, and I can barely see Elvira doing the same for Kurama. That…that just…fuck I know he is drunk and I'm drunk too and…if this is just a dream then I'll take it and if it's just a one-time thing then I'll take that too and if…and if…what did I do?! Like my brain is reminding me. Fucking asshole. Keiko. Fuck. Don't…just deal with it tomorrow. Just…just deal with what happened, think about it tomorrow. Just…Fiona says "Didn't even have to whisper my sweet nothings." She giggles and laughs as she runs her tongue around my shrinking dick, licking up cum, cleaning it. I look at Kurama, and he just looks at me, and he looks away, back to Elvira, and I look away, back to Fiona. I put my hands on my face, wipe the sweat off my neck, and then close my eyes again. I don't have the helicopter spins…guess I paced myself good enough. Okay…alright…I think I'll go to bed early. Deal with everything tomorrow.
Fiona laughs and says "Oh, is the great Yusuke conquered, in-turn? Does that mean that I am now the champion of the tournament? Queen of demon world?" I hear Elvira laugh a bit. I groan as Fiona resumes with cleaning up my cock. That sinking feeling is coming in again. I say "I…I gotta go. Gotta take a leak. Going to clock out in a few."