Chapter One – Being with the Boss.
Being the Boss's woman came with it's pros and cons – like most relationships, really. But Nikita made a mental note off it anyway to try and navigate the dangerous criminal underworld Sett lived in.
So far, Nikita had no qualms just being eye-candy when it came to being present in the meetings and dealings Sett partook in. All she had to do then was mind her own business while sitting on his lap fondling with his fur or watching from the side-line as Sett pummelled someone into the ground. Or when he paraded her around and showed her off, wearing the most expensive clothing and jewels Sett put on her while being super touchy-feely in the process, making it clear to all that she was his to enjoy and all others could only watch.
Although she would never admit this to anyone but Sett himself, she loved it when he was feeling her up in public.
The thing she found most difficult to deal with were the moments with her mother-in-law. Not because Sett's mother disliked her, in fact, the Vastayan woman seemed to adore Nikita as much as Nikita adored her. And that was exactly the problem. Nikita was a bad liar and did not possess the same stone-faced poker face as her man did. All she could do when Sett lied to his mother's face was keep her mouth shut. She'd warned him of this. Warned him that she could either tell the truth or not speak about it at all and that Sett should never rely on her for an alibi. It wasn't that Nikita couldn't lie, she could lie to anyone just as well as a regular person – she just didn't understand why people would lie in the first place, considering everything would be so much easier to understand if people just told the truth. And Nikita simply could not bring herself to lie to those she loved and Nikita loved Aiya. Loved her with all her heart, almost as much as Nikita loved Sett, due to her own mother being an evil old hag.
This had been the first cause of friction between them in the start of their very passionate relationship, but they managed to manoeuvre around it as long as Sett heeded Nikita's warning. Nikita was sure that Sett finally accepted this "flaw" of hers when she told him that she loved his mother.
But the best part being the Boss's woman were the moments where they were alone together.
Where Sett didn't need to worry about his reputation or being the Boss in general – when he'd let all his walls down for her and basked with her in the love they had for each other. Where his affections stopped just being lustful or possessive but became sweet and loving.
Those moments were usually in the privacy of Sett's office or their home – sometimes even the VIP box of the pit, where they sat shrouded and alone, completely entangled together and not even watching the fights anymore. Where Nikita was completely allowed to play with his ears and braid his fur. Where she could just talk and talk and talk. Sett was a strangely good listener, just holding her and smiling while she just babbled away all of her thoughts like a toddler.
Nikita would tell him about her home world and the other worlds she visited before coming to Runeterra – the similarities or differences between them.
That this had been the first world she visited that didn't have the certain type of fey she almost expected at this point to encounter in each world she visited.
How it saddened her she could never take anyone with her to visit the places she'd seen, that her friends from those worlds would never be able to meet each other – that that had been one of the reasons she started drawing or painting portraits and landscapes, in order to share what she could otherwise not.
That she had yet to meet others like her who could walk from one plane to the other, that the Yordles of this world were the closest thing to it so far.
She would confide in him about her mother wanting her to become an evil hag like her in order to strengthen her coven.
That that was the reason she could never go back to her home world, because she didn't want to make the souls of good people bad in order to harvest them and sell them to demons.
That her gift saved her from that kind of fate and eventually brought her to Runeterra. Brought her to Sett. So she would be able to tell him that she liked his sharp pointed teeth because they reminded her of sharks and she loved sharks – they were good Ocean puppies, making Sett laugh wholeheartedly and kiss her after he'd been clearly getting upset about the story of her mother.
Of course, Nikita's gift wasn't her ability to walk between worlds, but the one that truly brought her and Sett together. Nikita called it her intuition, where as Sett liked to call it "bein' lucky" – to which would Nikita roll her eyes.
As she tried to explain it to him, Nikita could just feel whenever something bad was about to happen and could act accordingly. So when she entered the pits and started betting on fights, she just avoided whatever bets felt wrong and won.
And winning every single pot in the till would obviously not go unnoticed by the house constantly losing the pot in the till. So when Nikita was confronted by the Boss in a private meeting, she instantly knew why her intuition did not warn her that something bad was about to happen – because meeting Sett wasn't a bad thing. Nikita considers meeting Sett as a fated encounter.
To say that Sett went from being "the Boss" to being "Puddy in Her Hands" was an understatement that was only witnessed by two of his henchmen – much to his continuing dismay and Nikita's continuing delight.
He'd called her a witch multiple times that very night and she'd cackle like one every time he did, because he wasn't wrong.
Much like Sett, she too was a half-breed but with the option of becoming a full-breed if she'd ever take up on her mother's offer.
It was the reason his mother probably liked her so much, being half-fey and having innate magical abilities which were very similar to the Vastaya.
Though Nikita appeared to be human at first glance, upon closer inspection people quickly caught on that she was anything but.
Nikita had two smaller canines where her lateral incisors should be, lilac coloured eyes that would dimly glow in the dark, pointed ears like those of elves which Runeterra had none of, caramel coloured skin, and long wild curly black hair.
She did admit to Sett that he might've been influenced by her half-fey trait that came from her hag heritage to lure people in – causing him to scuff at her. Because, of course, he was the Boss, not some sad sap who could possibly fall for that nonsense.
It still made Nikita chuckle whenever she thought about it.
"Whatcha laughin' at now?"
"A memory," Nikita yawned with a smile, stretching like a cat in their bed, feeling his manhood graze against her lower back.
Sett groaned and hugged her closer, kissing the top of her head because he was a giant compared to everyone else. Nikita mewled when his hands began wondering down her body.
"Again?" She mumbled before a moan bubbled up from her throat as his hands landed between her thighs and spread her wide, his cock sliding in in one go.
"Yeah," He answered quietly before slowly thrusting in and out, a different pace from the one he had set earlier where he seemed to want to go hard and fast.
"Oh!" Nikita softly cried when he turned on his back and pulled her with him, still holding her legs wide apart so that he could easily hit her g-spot.
"C'mon babygirl, play with yerself!" He grunted before kissing her cheek.
Sett already had her moaning now, but as soon as Nikita did as he commanded, she could barely breathe, let alone think. The pleasure building and building as Sett kept a steady rhythm.
"Oh fuck! Sett!" Nikita moaned loudly, her fingers rubbing frantic circles over her abused clit. One hard thrust, maybe two, and she was falling over the edge, her body shaking as Sett fucked her through her orgasm.
He kissed and bit her neck and then turned them around again, not nearly as close to finishing as Nikita thought he would be. Or maybe it would take him a bit longer because he had filled her up only moments ago.
Either way, Sett was now holding Nikita up by her hips, slamming into her with more vigour in search of his own release as she moaned into the mattress.
"Fuck! Look at yah, hn, completely spent! Fuck, yer fuckin' perfect!"
If she could purr like he sometimes did, she would do so now. She loved how he kept smacking her cervix with the tip of his girthy cock and said all of those things to her – no matter how overstimulated she got from their passionate sessions together.
A few moments later and Sett releases inside of her, panting and growling, before laying down on top of her. Nikita felt like purring, she wanted to be able to purr, she loved it when he laid on her back almost squashing her into the mattress like a heavy blanket. She felt protected and save and loved like this.
She only wish they stayed like this a bit longer, they both did, but Nikita knew that that was not going to happen.
"Big fight tonight,"
She sighed. "I know,"
Big fights usually meant that Nikita was obligated to come along and use her intuition to "predict" who would win – time and time again she told Sett it didn't really work like that, but he stopped believing her as soon as she kept being right.
Big fights also meant that someone was going to die, which meant she would have to prepare a couple of spells in order to revive whoever paid for that service. Yes, paid, because Sett said so.
"Niki, yah ain't gonna do freebees like that," He had said. "If word gets 'round you doin' that kind of magic for nothin' you'll have every poor sap and their grandma will be comin' here askin' for you to resurrect their entire fuckin' family tree,"
Of course he was right about that, Sett wasn't just "the Boss" for punching people really hard in the face – if that had been the only reason, he wouldn't have stayed the Boss for very long.
And Nikita had to begrudgingly admit that it wouldn't have been the first time people would ask for a miracle once they knew she could resurrect people from the dead. And then they would get mad at her when she had to disappoint them by informing them it didn't always worked like that.
As she had explained it to Sett, immediately reviving someone after a battle was easier than resurrecting someone – resurrection was a two way street after all, and not everyone who was dead wanted to come back to the living no matter how much someone who loved them wanted them to.
It broke Nikita's heart every single time something like that happened, and it would hurt even more when and if they blamed her for failing to resurrect their loved ones.
So Sett put a hefty price tag on her "services" only the rich or his fighters could afford – one of the cons of being the Boss's woman.
Something she did note was that the fighter's on his payroll did get a discount on her ability to revive and heal them. Since it was only a revival, Sett had decided that they could pay a monthly fee at the cost of the material components Nikita would use to revive them. Anyone else would pay full price. Aka, foreign fighters.
"If yah get any complaints, sent 'em my way," He'd said, which Nikita would never do knowing what Sett meant with that – even if he found out anyway despite her silence.
And so, after their bath together and getting dressed in whatever Sett decided she should wear for the day and to the pit tonight, Nikita went into the garden to prepare her spells.
There were some spells she never needed to prepare, those that were innate to her like her ability to planes walk to other worlds. Most of them were good to have at the ready at all times, though Nikita disliked some of them because of their nature being tied to her hag heritage.
Either way, Nikita could only "hold" a certain amount of spells each day and preparing them was not a difficult task. She choose the ones she needed and discarded those she didn't in her mind while she sat meditating below a strangely out of place tree in the middle of her garden. Strangely out of place for it didn't resemble any of the other trees that grew in Ionia.
Ionia in and of itself was a...interesting place to say the least – Nikita had yet to encounter another world or land filled to the brim with magic like Ionia did. But every single time she meditated as she did now, to reach out and connect with the land she sat upon, she was met with a wall.
It wasn't like the land did not want to connect with her, just that it couldn't. It felt restricted, restraint in what it could do, in how it could communicate with her.
Nikita couldn't figure out why this was, though she concluded it must be because she was in a city – even if the city was made from nature itself.
It frustrated her some, because being "one with nature" usually came so easy to her and now it was like trying to swim up stream. In any other situation she would simply leave the city and find a better place to commune with nature, but she couldn't. She couldn't and wouldn't leave Sett.
Especially not when he told her about the tragedy that had followed after his father left him and his mother, how the pain of being abandoned still burned him on the inside to this day – even if Sett himself would never admit it still did.
Sighing and giving up once more to commune with the magic of nature, Nikita got up from her spot when she was done and then took a moment to look at her tree. She felt intuition swirl nervously in her stomach at the thought of going to the pits and made her decision.
"{Quenya}" She said and with a swoosh, the tree swirled down into the form of a staff – whatever animals or creatures that started making a home for themselves inside the tree were immediately expelled and scurried or flew away.
"Sorry," Nikita apologized before heading back inside their large home and finding Sett doing crunches – where he found the stamina to work out even after so many bouts of sex was beyond Nikita. As soon as he saw her he seemed to know, something she loved about him.
"Spill,"
"Gut feeling again," Nikita shrugged.
"Yah got yer stick out again,"
"Staff. Yes, feels more safe bringing it with me tonight,"
"Somethin' gonna go down at the pits?" By this point Sett was standing in front of her, finger tips grazing her cheek and Nikita leaned into his hand as he looked into her eyes – like he was trying to read her mind.
"Dunno, maybe?"
"Alright," And Sett gave her a kiss before suddenly dusting off her dress, giving her behind a firm squeeze as he did.
"Sett!"
"Serves yah right, you almost stained the silk,"
Nikita rolled her eyes.
"And you're sweaty again, we all have our flaws,"
"I ain't got no flaws sweetheart," Sett growled playfully.
Normally Nikita would stick her tongue out and flee for dear life, but instead she cradled her staff to her chest and frowned.
"That bad huh?"
Nikita shrugged and exhaled, frustrated that she could never answer his questions with anything. She never knew why she felt the way she did and it stressed her out.
"Wanna head out now? Got some work to do anyways,"
Her intuition didn't swirl dangerously at that idea.
"Yeah…that's good…" She answered slowly, as if testing it out still. Nothing really happened. "Doesn't matter." She concluded.
"Alrighty," and with that Sett got his favourite coat out – Nikita helping to guide his back fur to fall nicely over the neckline as Sett put on his gloves and golden brass knuckles, making it clear he was ready for a fight if that was what was going to happen.
When Sett was dressed in his "Boss Attire" he went to order one of his henchmen to get the rickshaw ready and Nikita walked up to her private chambers. Sett had arranged for Nikita to have a room of her very own after he decided she was his, which she both used to work on her paintings and to store most of her magic items.
She took a plain looking black blanket off of one of the shelves and slowly unfolded it, revealing something like a sinkhole in the ground filled to the brim with treasure. She took out what she needed and neatly folded it back into its square shape, placing it back on the shelve.
"Got everythin' yah need?" He asked, as Nikita came down the stairs.
Nikita held up a finger as she double checked her Infinity Bag, seeing her material components floating in the ethereal looking space alongside her staff.
"Yes,"
"Good," Sett said, placing his hand on her lower back as they head outside to the front yard where their rickshaw was waiting for them.
Being the Boss's woman came with it's pros and cons – like most relationships, really. But Nikita made a mental note off it anyway to try and navigate the dangerous criminal underworld Sett lived in.
So far, Nikita had no qualms just being eye-candy when it came to being present in the meetings and dealings Sett partook in. All she had to do then was mind her own business while sitting on his lap fondling with his fur or watching from the side-line as Sett pummelled someone into the ground. Or when he paraded her around and showed her off, wearing the most expensive clothing and jewels Sett put on her while being super touchy-feely in the process, making it clear to all that she was his to enjoy and all others could only watch.
Although she would never admit this to anyone but Sett himself, she loved it when he was feeling her up in public.
The thing she found most difficult to deal with were the moments with her mother-in-law. Not because Sett's mother disliked her, in fact, the Vastayan woman seemed to adore Nikita as much as Nikita adored her. And that was exactly the problem. Nikita was a bad liar and did not possess the same stone-faced poker face as her man did. All she could do when Sett lied to his mother's face was keep her mouth shut. She'd warned him of this. Warned him that she could either tell the truth or not speak about it at all and that Sett should never rely on her for an alibi. It wasn't that Nikita couldn't lie, she could lie to anyone just as well as a regular person – she just didn't understand why people would lie in the first place, considering everything would be so much easier to understand if people just told the truth. And Nikita simply could not bring herself to lie to those she loved and Nikita loved Aiya. Loved her with all her heart, almost as much as Nikita loved Sett, due to her own mother being an evil old hag.
This had been the first cause of friction between them in the start of their very passionate relationship, but they managed to manoeuvre around it as long as Sett heeded Nikita's warning. Nikita was sure that Sett finally accepted this "flaw" of hers when she told him that she loved his mother.
But the best part being the Boss's woman were the moments where they were alone together.
Where Sett didn't need to worry about his reputation or being the Boss in general – when he'd let all his walls down for her and basked with her in the love they had for each other. Where his affections stopped just being lustful or possessive but became sweet and loving.
Those moments were usually in the privacy of Sett's office or their home – sometimes even the VIP box of the pit, where they sat shrouded and alone, completely entangled together and not even watching the fights anymore. Where Nikita was completely allowed to play with his ears and braid his fur. Where she could just talk and talk and talk. Sett was a strangely good listener, just holding her and smiling while she just babbled away all of her thoughts like a toddler.
Nikita would tell him about her home world and the other worlds she visited before coming to Runeterra – the similarities or differences between them.
That this had been the first world she visited that didn't have the certain type of fey she almost expected at this point to encounter in each world she visited.
How it saddened her she could never take anyone with her to visit the places she'd seen, that her friends from those worlds would never be able to meet each other – that that had been one of the reasons she started drawing or painting portraits and landscapes, in order to share what she could otherwise not.
That she had yet to meet others like her who could walk from one plane to the other, that the Yordles of this world were the closest thing to it so far.
She would confide in him about her mother wanting her to become an evil hag like her in order to strengthen her coven.
That that was the reason she could never go back to her home world, because she didn't want to make the souls of good people bad in order to harvest them and sell them to demons.
That her gift saved her from that kind of fate and eventually brought her to Runeterra. Brought her to Sett. So she would be able to tell him that she liked his sharp pointed teeth because they reminded her of sharks and she loved sharks – they were good Ocean puppies, making Sett laugh wholeheartedly and kiss her after he'd been clearly getting upset about the story of her mother.
Of course, Nikita's gift wasn't her ability to walk between worlds, but the one that truly brought her and Sett together. Nikita called it her intuition, where as Sett liked to call it "bein' lucky" – to which would Nikita roll her eyes.
As she tried to explain it to him, Nikita could just feel whenever something bad was about to happen and could act accordingly. So when she entered the pits and started betting on fights, she just avoided whatever bets felt wrong and won.
And winning every single pot in the till would obviously not go unnoticed by the house constantly losing the pot in the till. So when Nikita was confronted by the Boss in a private meeting, she instantly knew why her intuition did not warn her that something bad was about to happen – because meeting Sett wasn't a bad thing. Nikita considers meeting Sett as a fated encounter.
To say that Sett went from being "the Boss" to being "Puddy in Her Hands" was an understatement that was only witnessed by two of his henchmen – much to his continuing dismay and Nikita's continuing delight.
He'd called her a witch multiple times that very night and she'd cackle like one every time he did, because he wasn't wrong.
Much like Sett, she too was a half-breed but with the option of becoming a full-breed if she'd ever take up on her mother's offer.
It was the reason his mother probably liked her so much, being half-fey and having innate magical abilities which were very similar to the Vastaya.
Though Nikita appeared to be human at first glance, upon closer inspection people quickly caught on that she was anything but.
Nikita had two smaller canines where her lateral incisors should be, lilac coloured eyes that would dimly glow in the dark, pointed ears like those of elves which Runeterra had none of, caramel coloured skin, and long wild curly black hair.
She did admit to Sett that he might've been influenced by her half-fey trait that came from her hag heritage to lure people in – causing him to scuff at her. Because, of course, he was the Boss, not some sad sap who could possibly fall for that nonsense.
It still made Nikita chuckle whenever she thought about it.
"Whatcha laughin' at now?"
"A memory," Nikita yawned with a smile, stretching like a cat in their bed, feeling his manhood graze against her lower back.
Sett groaned and hugged her closer, kissing the top of her head because he was a giant compared to everyone else. Nikita mewled when his hands began wondering down her body.
"Again?" She mumbled before a moan bubbled up from her throat as his hands landed between her thighs and spread her wide, his cock sliding in in one go.
"Yeah," He answered quietly before slowly thrusting in and out, a different pace from the one he had set earlier where he seemed to want to go hard and fast.
"Oh!" Nikita softly cried when he turned on his back and pulled her with him, still holding her legs wide apart so that he could easily hit her g-spot.
"C'mon babygirl, play with yerself!" He grunted before kissing her cheek.
Sett already had her moaning now, but as soon as Nikita did as he commanded, she could barely breathe, let alone think. The pleasure building and building as Sett kept a steady rhythm.
"Oh fuck! Sett!" Nikita moaned loudly, her fingers rubbing frantic circles over her abused clit. One hard thrust, maybe two, and she was falling over the edge, her body shaking as Sett fucked her through her orgasm.
He kissed and bit her neck and then turned them around again, not nearly as close to finishing as Nikita thought he would be. Or maybe it would take him a bit longer because he had filled her up only moments ago.
Either way, Sett was now holding Nikita up by her hips, slamming into her with more vigour in search of his own release as she moaned into the mattress.
"Fuck! Look at yah, hn, completely spent! Fuck, yer fuckin' perfect!"
If she could purr like he sometimes did, she would do so now. She loved how he kept smacking her cervix with the tip of his girthy cock and said all of those things to her – no matter how overstimulated she got from their passionate sessions together.
A few moments later and Sett releases inside of her, panting and growling, before laying down on top of her. Nikita felt like purring, she wanted to be able to purr, she loved it when he laid on her back almost squashing her into the mattress like a heavy blanket. She felt protected and save and loved like this.
She only wish they stayed like this a bit longer, they both did, but Nikita knew that that was not going to happen.
"Big fight tonight,"
She sighed. "I know,"
Big fights usually meant that Nikita was obligated to come along and use her intuition to "predict" who would win – time and time again she told Sett it didn't really work like that, but he stopped believing her as soon as she kept being right.
Big fights also meant that someone was going to die, which meant she would have to prepare a couple of spells in order to revive whoever paid for that service. Yes, paid, because Sett said so.
"Niki, yah ain't gonna do freebees like that," He had said. "If word gets 'round you doin' that kind of magic for nothin' you'll have every poor sap and their grandma will be comin' here askin' for you to resurrect their entire fuckin' family tree,"
Of course he was right about that, Sett wasn't just "the Boss" for punching people really hard in the face – if that had been the only reason, he wouldn't have stayed the Boss for very long.
And Nikita had to begrudgingly admit that it wouldn't have been the first time people would ask for a miracle once they knew she could resurrect people from the dead. And then they would get mad at her when she had to disappoint them by informing them it didn't always worked like that.
As she had explained it to Sett, immediately reviving someone after a battle was easier than resurrecting someone – resurrection was a two way street after all, and not everyone who was dead wanted to come back to the living no matter how much someone who loved them wanted them to.
It broke Nikita's heart every single time something like that happened, and it would hurt even more when and if they blamed her for failing to resurrect their loved ones.
So Sett put a hefty price tag on her "services" only the rich or his fighters could afford – one of the cons of being the Boss's woman.
Something she did note was that the fighter's on his payroll did get a discount on her ability to revive and heal them. Since it was only a revival, Sett had decided that they could pay a monthly fee at the cost of the material components Nikita would use to revive them. Anyone else would pay full price. Aka, foreign fighters.
"If yah get any complaints, sent 'em my way," He'd said, which Nikita would never do knowing what Sett meant with that – even if he found out anyway despite her silence.
And so, after their bath together and getting dressed in whatever Sett decided she should wear for the day and to the pit tonight, Nikita went into the garden to prepare her spells.
There were some spells she never needed to prepare, those that were innate to her like her ability to planes walk to other worlds. Most of them were good to have at the ready at all times, though Nikita disliked some of them because of their nature being tied to her hag heritage.
Either way, Nikita could only "hold" a certain amount of spells each day and preparing them was not a difficult task. She choose the ones she needed and discarded those she didn't in her mind while she sat meditating below a strangely out of place tree in the middle of her garden. Strangely out of place for it didn't resemble any of the other trees that grew in Ionia.
Ionia in and of itself was a...interesting place to say the least – Nikita had yet to encounter another world or land filled to the brim with magic like Ionia did. But every single time she meditated as she did now, to reach out and connect with the land she sat upon, she was met with a wall.
It wasn't like the land did not want to connect with her, just that it couldn't. It felt restricted, restraint in what it could do, in how it could communicate with her.
Nikita couldn't figure out why this was, though she concluded it must be because she was in a city – even if the city was made from nature itself.
It frustrated her some, because being "one with nature" usually came so easy to her and now it was like trying to swim up stream. In any other situation she would simply leave the city and find a better place to commune with nature, but she couldn't. She couldn't and wouldn't leave Sett.
Especially not when he told her about the tragedy that had followed after his father left him and his mother, how the pain of being abandoned still burned him on the inside to this day – even if Sett himself would never admit it still did.
Sighing and giving up once more to commune with the magic of nature, Nikita got up from her spot when she was done and then took a moment to look at her tree. She felt intuition swirl nervously in her stomach at the thought of going to the pits and made her decision.
"{Quenya}" She said and with a swoosh, the tree swirled down into the form of a staff – whatever animals or creatures that started making a home for themselves inside the tree were immediately expelled and scurried or flew away.
"Sorry," Nikita apologized before heading back inside their large home and finding Sett doing crunches – where he found the stamina to work out even after so many bouts of sex was beyond Nikita. As soon as he saw her he seemed to know, something she loved about him.
"Spill,"
"Gut feeling again," Nikita shrugged.
"Yah got yer stick out again,"
"Staff. Yes, feels more safe bringing it with me tonight,"
"Somethin' gonna go down at the pits?" By this point Sett was standing in front of her, finger tips grazing her cheek and Nikita leaned into his hand as he looked into her eyes – like he was trying to read her mind.
"Dunno, maybe?"
"Alright," And Sett gave her a kiss before suddenly dusting off her dress, giving her behind a firm squeeze as he did.
"Sett!"
"Serves yah right, you almost stained the silk,"
Nikita rolled her eyes.
"And you're sweaty again, we all have our flaws,"
"I ain't got no flaws sweetheart," Sett growled playfully.
Normally Nikita would stick her tongue out and flee for dear life, but instead she cradled her staff to her chest and frowned.
"That bad huh?"
Nikita shrugged and exhaled, frustrated that she could never answer his questions with anything. She never knew why she felt the way she did and it stressed her out.
"Wanna head out now? Got some work to do anyways,"
Her intuition didn't swirl dangerously at that idea.
"Yeah…that's good…" She answered slowly, as if testing it out still. Nothing really happened. "Doesn't matter." She concluded.
"Alrighty," and with that Sett got his favourite coat out – Nikita helping to guide his back fur to fall nicely over the neckline as Sett put on his gloves and golden brass knuckles, making it clear he was ready for a fight if that was what was going to happen.
When Sett was dressed in his "Boss Attire" he went to order one of his henchmen to get the rickshaw ready and Nikita walked up to her private chambers. Sett had arranged for Nikita to have a room of her very own after he decided she was his, which she both used to work on her paintings and to store most of her magic items.
She took a plain looking black blanket off of one of the shelves and slowly unfolded it, revealing something like a sinkhole in the ground filled to the brim with treasure. She took out what she needed and neatly folded it back into its square shape, placing it back on the shelve.
"Got everythin' yah need?" He asked, as Nikita came down the stairs.
Nikita held up a finger as she double checked her Infinity Bag, seeing her material components floating in the ethereal looking space alongside her staff.
"Yes,"
"Good," Sett said, placing his hand on her lower back as they head outside to the front yard where their rickshaw was waiting for them.
He had never seen her this nervous before, Sett was pretty sure of it. It made his own fur stand upright and bristle in anticipation.
He knew better than to ask her for specifics by this point and would go through the motions and wait until the other shoe dropped.
Although the half-Vastayan was on high alert because of it, Sett was well aware he shouldn't place all of his eggs in one basket when it came to Nikita's intuition's definition of "bad". One time when it went off was because some vengeful moron with a death wish set the storage room in the pit on fire. Another time her intuition felt something "bad" because Nikita's favourite baked good was gonna sell out.
Not the most reliable source when it came to something "bad" happening. Especially when that "bad" thing that was gonna happen was solvable with a threatening smile and gold coins.
That sorta shit made Sett quite hesitant to belief his little lady outside of pit business, nor did he want to fall into the trap of relying on someone else's intuition and forgo his own critical thinking. He'd be damned if he did.
Sett also made it a point to keep the fact that she was the reason the pit never lost money a secret – the only two people who knew were the two henchmen who were present when they first met.
The Gods only knew what would happen to them if people not only knew she could raise the dead but semi-predict the future as well.
Sett had a good head on his shoulders and a couple of ideas of what it could be that made his little lady so antsy, though she was currently perched on his left leg and being shown off for the entire pit to see as the second round of the fight begun.
Sett liked showing everyone what they couldn't have – his seat, his coin, his clothes, his title, and his little lady all dressed up looking pretty. Gorgeous even, with how she draped over him like a shawl.
Of course everyone who stared to long at her would invoke his golden glare and instantly look away. He would purposefully place his hands on her where he shouldn't, but Nikita never seemed to mind. He knew she knew he only did it for show, though he'd be lying if he didn't enjoy touching her all over, eliciting those tiny little whimpers from her.
Gods, he'd take her again if they weren't in the pits.
"Second round, Nik," He muttered in her ear as she cuddled closer into his side.
"Yeah, although the newcomer isn't really good, right?"
"Seen worse," Sett shrugged, patting her behind and squeezed. "How's the gut?"
"Settling, whatever it was, it changed,"
Sett only raised an eyebrow at her as the fight below reached it's crescendo, the crowd doing the "oooh's" and "aaah's".
"Oh, uhm, if it is a person, they can change their mind?" Nikita tried to explain in low tones.
Sett drank from his chalice, the heavy wine hitting his taste buds anew.
"So what yer sayin' is that the 'bad' thing ain't happenin' anymore tonight?"
"Well, unless, again if it's a person, changes their mind again…" She sighed and Sett offered her his drink which she gladly accepted. "I'm sorry, I know it's vague…"
He took the chalice back just as the crowd cheered. The both of them looked down to see the newcomer had won. Sett drank the last of the wine and placed it on the tray next to them with a grin.
"Nah, dontcha worry yer pretty little head over it, wouldn't have mattered anyway," He kissed her, long and hard – showing off yet again to any who would look up to who she belonged and communicating with her that he'd take care of her.
"I better get to the infirmary," Nikita murmured, before sliding off of his lap – Sett made sure to give her behind a nice slap and squeeze. She gave him a tiny pout of indignation before smiling.
"Ryo," Sett called and without a word, Ryo went with her.
The crowd was hurriedly collecting their bets, some of the idiots booing and yelling in displeasure for whatever sum of money they had just lost.
But Sett didn't pay attention to any of them as he got off his seat and walked over to the edge of the VIP box to stare down the Noxian who had been glaring daggers at him ever since he won the fight.
Sett wasn't exactly impressed, but when it came to Nikita's intuition in the ring, he knew she was golden.
Punks, all of them. Always looking up at him like they could take what he rightfully earned.
The Noxian was a burly looking man, with a bad attitude and a face only a mother could love.
Eventually, the Noxian simply spat the blood from his mouth and stomped off to collect his earnings.
"A contender?" Reesha asked from behind him.
"Nah, not even close,"
"How are you feeling?" Nikita asked despite knowing the answer.
"Like shit," Ilong answered, almost begrudgingly. Death was not a fun experience and this was not the first time Nikita had to bring him back from it.
"Cool it, Ilo,"
"I'll cool it once I start feeling better, Ryo," Ilong groaned trying to sit up so Nikita could start applying her ointment on his wounds. "How much did I just fuckin' loose anyway?"
"'Bout two hundred," Ryo shrugged.
Ilong sighed and then screamed in pain as Nikita rubbed a particular sour spot near his spine.
"Ow! Fucking watch it you bitch!"
Everyone in the room froze.
Ilong's already pale face blanched as he realized what he just said to Nikita, who in turn was still trying to process it.
No one in the pit had dared to treat her unkindly, let alone call her names. She hadn't been called names since arriving to this world. How interesting.
"I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean to–" Ilong began to stammer out as Ryo swiftly took out his sword.
"The Boss'll not like hearing you say that to his woman, Ilong," Ryo said, stating the obvious.
Apparently, no one but Nikita found the fact he called her a bad name amusing.
"Ryo, no! It's fine! It's fine! Put the sword back!"
Ryo gave her a single glance, not doing as she told him – which wasn't surprising, he worked for Sett, not her.
"Sorry, but the Boss'll have my head instead,"
"But it was my mistake!" Nikita now began to panic. She had hoped that at least she could have a say in this, because getting killed over calling her a bad name seemed a ridiculous notion to her. Right? That had to be the dumbest reason for instantly killing someone. Surely if she just explained to Sett that this was probably a side effect of being revived so many times he wouldn't want Ilong to die, right? Right?!
Her gut swirled again, a new bad thing making itself known as she got up and stood between Ryo and Ilong. "Please, I should've been more careful with his wounds, I–"
"What the fuck is goin' on here?"
The familiar gruff tones of Sett sent shivers down her spine as he entered the infirmary, Reesha following close behind him.
Nikita was about to plead with him when something cold and sharp landed on her throat and one of her arms got twisted painfully behind her back.
At that moment, looking at everyone else in the room, looking at Sett's face, she knew Ilong's life was over. Not because he had called her a bad name, no, but because he decided to threaten her life over calling her a bad name.
Would Sett have listened to her explanation if Ilong hadn't decided to be stupid? Nikita would never know. Nor did she care. Nikita was caring, Nikita was kind, but that didn't mean she couldn't lean into her cold-hearted heritage of her mother and be as vicious and cruel as any hag could be.
"Let me leave and I won't slice her throat!"
Nikita met Sett's gaze. His golden eyes slowly lighting up with Vastayan magic as Nikita braced herself for her own transformation.
Ryo stepped aside, sheathing his sword. Ilong obviously thought this meant their submission, because he kneed her to get her to move.
"That's right, slow and ste–"
In a blink of an eye, Nikita had transformed herself into a black little hummingbird with purple eyes, disappearing from sight as Sett launched at Ilong, grabbing him by the throat and smacking him against the wall. Nikita transformed back next to Reesha who immediately checked her for wounds, only finding a long red line against her throat.
"Yah hurt, babygirl?" Sett growled out as Ilong was struggling to breathe in the death grip Sett had on him.
"I'm fine, just a scratch," Nikita answered, walking up to her man who had gone completely feral and placing a hand on the arm that was keeping Ilong up. With a flick of his wrist, everyone in the room heard Ilong's neck snap.
Nikita watched as the light left his eyes once more, the light she had worked so hard to return only moments ago.
Sett let go of Ilong who dropped down like a sack of potatoes on the floor.
"Get rid of him," Sett ordered and then turned to Nikita who looked up at him.
"The fuck he'd do that for?"
"He called me a bitch when I was treating his wounds and Ryo wanted to tell you or punish him I think?" Nikita answered automatically, looking at Ryo as he and Reesha gathered the body of Ilong to dispose of.
"Serves him right then,"
"It did?" Nikita still couldn't feel much, maybe she had gone into shock? Maybe she just didn't care anymore about someone who threatened her life. But she was still curious. "Would you have killed him for calling me a bitch?"
Sett still looked feral, his back fur standing up with electric sparks of magic jumping off of him. He watched as his two henchmen carried out Ilong, leaving them alone in the infirmary.
"Probably," Sett answered, but not coming across as completely cognisant of what he was saying. His ears turning and flicking back and forth as he listened to something far away.
"C'me here," He muttered grabbing Nikita by the hips and pulling her against him. He almost slammed his lips against her and grabbed a fistful of her hair to keep her in place.
Oh…
She wasn't really feeling it, but she didn't mind him wanting her right now. Nikita knew he needed it, needed to have her, to have her body. It happened once before, although she had been a bit more excited about it then because she hadn't been in shock.
Sett was rough with it this time, slamming her all over the place, all over the infirmary before settling her down on one of the beds. Sett clawed at her clothing, ripping it apart so he could bite and lick and suck at her skin. It began slowly, slowly to return to her – Nikita's heart rate increasing, her body taking over her mind because there was nothing else she could do but to give in.
Sett growled as she began to moan and mewl under his assault. And when his clever fingers spread her wide and he began to drag his tongue over her slit she particularly cried out loud, begging for more.
Nikita could barely breathe after the first orgasm washing over her body, let alone when Sett made it known he was determined to make her cum again.
He buried himself deep inside her before settling for a brutal pace to get the remainder of his riled up feral energy out of his system. Harder and harder and harder he went, until Nikita squeaked and tumbled over the edge again, shuddering and gasping for air.
Sett followed soon after, biting around her neck and marking her up as much as possible, surely as a sign for no one to come near her without having to face him.
Once the both of them caught their breath, Nikita finally cried. Even it wasn't the "hard sobbing" kind of crying, but the "slow tears of gloom" kind, she shed tears nonetheless. Her heart was back in place and so were her emotions, whether that was due to Sett fucking her silly or just time passing by, who knew. Nikita surely didn't.
"Did he really deserve it?" She asked yet again, whipping her own tears away with the back of her arm.
"He'd be breathin' if he didn't, Nik,"
"But! But all of it was 'cause he called me a bad name! Please tell me you wouldn't have killed him for calling me a bad name!"
"Nah, I ain't that kind offa bastard, but he'd be bloody and blue though," Sett asserted and then kissed her wet cheek.
"Promise?" She hated how childish she sounded right now, but she needed to know.
Sett barked a laugh and cuddled her closer, nuzzling her neck. His golden eyes caught the angry red line there.
"Yeah, promise babygirl, if he hadn't cut yah, he'd just be bloody and blue,"
Nikita sighed with relieve and finally leaned into him.
Author's notes:
Please take heed wary traveller, for I am not a frequent poster. May the Gods give us the strength we all need as I too wait for other people to update their chapters.
Spells & Abilities Nikita used this chapter (not all shall be listed).
[Revivify]
3rd-level necromancy spell
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Components: VSM (diamonds worth 300 gp, which the spell consumes)
Duration: Instantaneous
"You touch a creature that has died within the last minute. That creature returns to life with 1 hit point. This spell can't return to life a creature that has died of old age, nor can it restore any missing body parts."
[Wild Shape]
"Starting at 2nd level, you can use your action to magically assume the shape of a beast that you have seen before. You can use this feature twice. You regain expended uses when you finish a short or long rest."
