Author's note. Hello everyone! We meet each other again for a third tale following the adventures of Sitri (The Lustful Warrior) as he ventures through the New World! Before you delve into this story, I would recommend taking a look at the previous two tales - The Demon in E-Rantel - and - The Demon in Carne Village - as they provide more context and background to this latest instalment. But what's that? You don't care!? You want to start off here? That's fine by me! I would also like to issue a warning, this instalment is rather cruel.
Or maybe it isn't, depending on your personality? I guess we'll find out. As per usual, I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: Captive Audience
A human and a goblin.
Simple enough.
The strange duo stood on the bridge side by side, their gazes were set on the horizon. Beneath it, the azure sea reflected the sun's brilliance. It sparkled, as if each luminous ray gave birth to a gemstone atop the vast blue canvass. There was no end in sight: simply shimmering waters as far as the eye could see.
The gobliness' staff leaned against the bridge. She clutched at the stone, positioning herself between two of the taller blocks which impeded her line of sight. Her green digits tightened, and she jumped, basking in the view for brief moments at a time. The all-encompassing blue graced her golden eyes for less than a second. She would land back on her feet, and her voluptuous rear would produce a heavy smack as it collided against the back of her upper thighs. Still, that moment was enough to leave her irises glinting like citrines. No matter how many times she jumped, her heart yearned to leap once more. The lower flap of her shaman garb would rise and fall, revealing her doughy green orbs – as well as the reflective polish of a mysterious artifact tucked into her pocket.
For once, however, her companion was not glued to the bountiful spectacle of flesh. At her side, a fierce mountain of a man quaked with excitement. He let it build, assaulting his muscles with jolts of tension — hundreds of bolts of lightning beneath his skin. The shocks were not enough to dissuade him, as he clenched his fists tighter and inched towards the bridge's parapet. On the contrary, his fervor was further enflamed. He raised his knee and slammed the sole of his combat boot atop a capstone. Ready to release his passion, the man thrust his arms outwards, making fists with both hands and flexing the sinews across his upper body.
"Gahahahahahahaha! I'm the best! The most awesome man in this new world! You can't believe it, can you? It's your first time seeing it! But it's true!" Blazing with his own arrogance, he continued, leaning towards the azure carpet the universe had rolled out just for him. "None can resist the Demon's charms! Goblins, humans, elves, dragons! My flames have licked at their hearts! I've feasted upon their very souls! And now, here I stand, beckoned to bare my fangs and devour one more! Gahahahahaha!" And now for the applause—
A seagull mewed. A disappointed mother shook her head towards the lunatic shouting obscenities at the sea. Someone threw a pebble over the bridge and—
Clap.
Fadila landed back down after another jump.
Noticing the pause in Sitri's monologue, she turned her head at him and pointed out towards the brilliant blue. "It is beautiful. Look. Trees on the water."
Sitri smiled and bowed — to no one. He ran his steel gauntlet across his face, slicking back rebellious locks of hair. "Those are called boats."
He stepped away from the bridge and stood behind Fadila. It seemed effortless for that obscene mountain of musculature to drop down behind his companion. At just about four feet of gobliness-height, Sitri had to squat almost as low as he could. Endlessly enamored by the sight of those obscene volleyballs of green fat, he pressed his face into Fadila's rear and shook her voluptuous derriere.
"Mutt! Stop!" The gobliness brought her clawed nails behind her, trying to force off the lecherous beast. But despite her best efforts, she was unable to push him away. In fact, she had never once succeeded.
The demon took his prize in the form of a long and drawn-out kiss on her gelatinous globe. Then another on the opposite one. He proceeded to part the gobliness' legs and slide his head across her thighs. Her rear nicely settled on his shoulders, Sitri stood up and carried her several feet in the air. Both of Fadila's ankles were secured in his grip— one hand warm and passionate, the other steely cold and predatory. Yet both of them tightly held onto her. The back of Sitri's head squished against Fadila's soft belly.
The warrior filled his lungs with the salty sea air. He looked once more towards the horizon and again, a hungering grin took over his lips.
Fadila felt his sturdy body beneath her. With that demon's touch, a part of her ceased to be. His very being forced her into a barren world – a feeling that was nothing short of terrifying. Yet, this world was devoid of walls, devoid of barriers and devoid of illusions. She had once called it a curse. But how many times had she come out of his world unscathed; how many times had she felt his curse and walked away unharmed?
Fadila's palms rested atop Sitri's head. She looked at his untamed forelocks, the thickness of his skull, the rigid shape of his eyebrows, jaw and chin. She peeked down to his chest, catching a fuzzy trail snaking between his pectorals. His shoulders made her feel at ease. She knew that once that man had set her there, nothing would ever be able to pry her off.
For minutes, she continued to stare.
"Uh… Listen up. You two." A man spoke behind them.
Fadila craned her neck to the side, but Sitri did not turn.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" The man emphasized anew, his voice booming out towards the pair.
This time, Sitri indulged his shouting with a languid volte-face. His eyebrow cocked upwards, he responded, "Huh? Me?"
"Yes you. The both of you. Follow me."
"Wait a minute, why?" Sitri straightened his spine, bouncing Fadila's rear on top of his shoulders.
"Because…!" The man drew closer. He wore the half-top of a cuirass over his chest. The rest of his garb was a bland tone of browns, and the same went for his leather helmet. At the very least, the red straps of his chest-armor helped give some contrast to his appearance. The closer he drew, quill at his hip, the clearer things became. "This is the third complaint of public indecency I get about the two of you!"
Sitri looked at the guard, now understanding who he was and rebutted, "Public indecency? You've got the wrong people." An answer which immediately earned him a punishing squeeze of Fadila's plump thighs around his cheeks. Up above, the gobliness had buried her tomato-red face in her hands.
"That's very clever. Okay, sure. It's the other silver-hand lug with his green, female demi-human."
That much brought a sudden guffaw to Sitri's lips. The sides of his face death-gripped by Fadila's thighs whilst she tried to disappear from existence, Sitri let his chest erupt with laughter. "Gwahahahaha! Yu're righ'! I'm um'miffafable! H'uilty!"
Profound disappointment — the guard needed only extend his arm for Sitri to follow along. With a deathly ashamed Fadila bouncing atop his shoulders, Sitri was promptly escorted to E-Naeurl's barracks. His gaudy laughter trailed him all the way across the peaceful port town.
