Chapter 19:
Billy rubbed his itchy, tired eyes and peered out at the early morning darkness. The sun would be up soon. He had a choice to make–stay here or try to get back to the capitol. He'd been up all night, staring out at hordes of fires on the surrounding hillsides in a state of utter terror. The lizard-folk had all but huddled near him. Some had abandoned their homes to crowd into the central hall–the better to be protected by the heroic wizard. It was a poignant reminder of the stakes in this mad life he lived. It was just like he'd told his sister. This was the world–thousands of lives, maybe millions–resting on his shoulders.
His phone rang, and a quick glance at it told him that Hamest was still having trouble with this new life she'd signed herself into. Rags had learned the lesson on that terrifying night the Thief King attacked her train. He was the man who held up the world and protected all its contents. That was his place in the world. It was just the way the world worked. Crying and pleading with him not to do that work was worse than pointless. It was actually a dangerous distraction.
"Yeah, babe," he greeted her? She'd been pleading with him to let her bring the army up the mountain–as if that made a lick of sense. She'd abandon the city and its people to save one man. It was the madness of infatuation, and he'd slapped her hard in the face with that. He'd told her pointedly that he would abandon her if she chose to do that. He wouldn't be the reason that the people of the Lizard Kingdom got slaughtered. "Is everything... alright," she burbled? "Yeah," he said. "Holding on. Waiting until dawn to see what I'm up against. How're things there?" "They're... they... The council agreed with you," she rumbled. "The army's patrolling the streets. They're... We've got all the townsfolk gathered near my palace where they're safe. My chief scientist got one of Lina's machines working again." "Good, babe," said Billy. "I'm'a... I'm'a get home, soon as I can. Loves you. Bye." The big man turned back to the job of keeping watch on the world outside. When it was light, he'd get a chance to see what was really going on.
North and West of the Lizard Kingdom, the Glass Witch lay in repose, listening to the soft snores of her husband. Patrick's mood had improved immeasurably in the last few days since she'd gotten here. Having their kids to see and touch and play with had brightened his world and brought back the man she'd fallen in love with. Gone was the unhappy, hang-dog expression of a man who felt like a failure, and Fionna herself had started to relax. They were hangin' on–holding their own. She'd made a few excursions to the south end of the Grey Forest to study Nadia's reflective node, looking it over and teasing at it to see what made it tick. She'd been on the phone a couple times with Lina, walking through how to build a copy on the northern side, and she'd been experimenting with doing just that.
While she worked, Patrick took care of their babies, feeding and bathing them and looking after them. He thought he looked like a fool with a baby carrier strapped to his chest, while he dragged a stroller up and down over hill and dale, leading soldiers to patrol the open space in the barrier. Fionna thought he looked cute. More to the point, he looked like a man in love with life when he was looking after their daughters.
Unfortunately, dispensation to laze in bed had disappeared for them a long time ago. Her dad had been all too right about chances to snuggle being like a dream. Rising, the Bad Bunny carefully slipped out of bed to avoid disturbing Patrick. Leaving him to sleep a little longer, she slipped around the room, using the power of the Quicksilver Curse to avoid making noise as she made up lunches and prepared bottles and food for the kids. As the first rays of the sun came streaming over the horizon, the blonde bombshell had everything ready to go. Patrick woke up to find that all he needed to do was get washed and dressed.
As the pair sat themselves at the table to eat breakfast, the wizard said, "you didn't have to do that..." "Nope," Fi agreed. "Did it 'cause I love you." Ducking his head, Patrick blushed and grinned. "Ok," he said. "I'm'a do something for you tomorrow morning. Ok?" "Sure," Fionna agreed. Moving on to more serious matters, he asked, "what's the plan for today?" "I'm getting closer," Fionna said. "I got some good advice from Lina yesterday afternoon. Maybe a couple more days. You keep on keepin' on. I should have something by the end of the week, latest." "Ok," Patrick agreed. "Then we take a vacation." Fionna was quick to agree, but she had the sinking feeling that his hoped-for vacation was further out than he thought. There was still a whole lot of trouble floating around out there. She would be happy just to get back to their house for a few weeks.
As they polished off their meals, knocking at the door announced that their time together was over. The look in Patrick's eyes... did things to Fionna Mertens-Petrikov. It was a lot like the way her dad looked at her mom. "See you tonight," she said, as she rose and gathered up her bag. She didn't look back because it hurt too much. Soldiers were waiting outside, and Fionna headed off with them to the southern barrier. Patrick gathered up Nadine, stuffing her in the carrier before sliding it on his front. Mona got put in the stroller Banana-Man had built them, with its knobby tires and battery-powered wheels. It was going to be a long day, walking up and down across the twenty miles of open space.
Back in the Lizard Kingdom, Billy stood outside in the cool morning air, grateful to be alive. He accepted that this was how his life was going to be, but he didn't really enjoy it. It was a delight to get through the night and have the chance to see what was around them. Scanning the hills around him, he felt the weight of terror for other people's lives come off his back. The hillsides were empty. He wasn't going to be presiding over a massacre today.
Of course, he hadn't imagined those fires. There was an army still out there. He wasn't sure where they'd gone or how many of them there were. There had been thousands still alive when he'd sent them fleeing months ago. How many remained? The ugly calculus of survival suggested that they could well have lost thousands of their number. The winter had been harsh this year, with deep snows in places. Lina thought it was the remnant of the Lich's work to chill the globe. In the end, it didn't really matter where the cold had come from. It was death to people out in the wilds without shelter.
The young hero went from one vantage point to another, doing his best to try and spy out what was going on around the town. He didn't want to fly. Not yet. He'd dared the madness quite a bit the last twenty-four hours or so, and he still had no idea just how much farther he had to go. So he went from place to place in town, climbing a couple of the taller buildings as he sought a place that would let him get a glimpse of the enemy campsites.
He was about that business when his phone began to chime and buzz with a familiar ring-tone. It was the same ringtone that Olesia liked to use on her phone, and he'd copied it and used it as the one that chimed when she called him. Pulling the phone from his pocket, the big man flicked it open, greeting his caller with a distracted, "hey, O. Where are you?" "Above you," Olesia replied.
Billy glanced up in time to see a streak of orange flame going across the sky. Olesia. Flying. Thoughts came to him unbidden. He remembered the last time she'd flown. She'd ended up leaving her dress behind and landed naked in front of him. He'd worn Hamest out that night, partly because she couldn't stop thinking of Olesia's beauty and partly because he couldn't either. "I'd heard there was trouble," she said. She was panting, and he imagined the exertion was taking a toll on her. She could only fly for short periods. "There was an army camped around us. I saw dozens of camp fires." "Nothing now," she puffed. "W-where you landing," he asked? He tried to keep the excitement out of his voice. It was lecherous to be thinking of her not having a stitch to wear because she was too pooped to make a new dress. "The airship should be here in a moment," she puffed. She hung up on him.
Moments later, an airship hove into view, and Billy felt a tremor of disappointment as the plump woman streaked back to the open rear ramp. He imagined the dude standing there getting a bit of an eyeful. Shaking off the sexy thought, the big man headed back towards the town hall. He felt a little bit better now. He wasn't sure if the enemy army had learned he was here somehow, but the fact that they were gone gave him a chance of getting back to the capitol. If he had his way, he'd be moving the entire population of the town to safety. They couldn't stay here after all.
Olesia rode into town two hours later, looking dapper in a sky-blue outfit. Billy was waiting on her at the town hall, pacing back and forth nervously and worrying at how he was going to get a thousand souls back to the Lizard Kingdom's capitol. "You look like a man who's seen a ghost," announced the plump girl, as she alit from the fire-wolf she'd rode in on. On his side, Billy found himself stunned speechless. "O-Olesia," he burbled? "In the flame," she retorted, as she came striding up the steps towards him. Looking around her, she said, "a lot of people. How are we moving them?"
Meanwhile, in the Candy Kingdom, an exhausted and worried Thor strode into the offices of Taylor, Rheinhold, and Rainicorn, brushing past the secretary at the front desk by the simple expedient of flashing his golden badge of office. The big man strode into Kim Kil Wan's office to find the hybrid sitting behind his desk engaged in going over his taxes. It was a constant game to the wealthy dog-icorn. How close could he shave it? How many loopholes could he exploit?
Glancing up at the stranger, the hybrid growled, "I told my secretary no visitors today." Taking up the ledger, he said, "make an appointment. I should have something free in a couple of weeks." Thor, who was well used to the self-important and their antics, calmly said, "this isn't a social call. This is the kind of business that earns men time in the dungeon." Kim's blood chilled. He hadn't filed his taxes, so he didn't think he could be accused of cheating. What did this man want?
Striding up to the desk, the Captain of the Guard threw a small, much-folded, piece of paper on the desk. "That was found in the pocket of a corpse at the Royal Science Academy last night," said Thor. A puzzled Kim unfolded the dog-eared, battered mess of a document. It was stained from having food dribble on it while the owner had been eating. "It's a work-writ," said Thor. "From your company." Kim recognized the stationary through the ketchup stains. What was puzzling was why this involved him.
Nodding at the document, the Captain told him, "the owner of that document was killed in a bloody attack on the Science Academy. He and his friends are believed to have possibly abducted several important persons from a conference there. This man was killed in a fight with the security-bananas." As Kim digested that, the Captain hit him with the dangerous piece. "Your man there was one of many who came from the uncivilized lands on the far side of the Grey Forest," said Thor. "He was admitted as a guest-worker at the behest of your Human Resource department." Now Kim zeroed-in on his daughter's handwriting at the bottom of the page. Bronwyn had written that warrant.
Sharp glance at the thug in the suit, and the dog-icorn howled, "you can't believe that this has anything to do with us?" "I have to investigate all possibilities, Mr. Rainicorn," said Thor. "Your company brought this man into the civilized kingdoms. You're responsible for him and what he does–or did..." Kim's blood began to chill. He'd brought in... hundreds. He'd brought in a small army for Chelsea. What if there were more such criminal scum among them? He'd feared she wasn't being very careful with the men she was hiring. The blowback from this could be... painful. "I'm going to need to possibly probe some records," said Thor. "I need to know where this man was assigned to work. I may need to know who his friends are and where they can be found." "W-we'll cooperate fully," Kim stammered. His business partners were going to be very upset with this. He needed to get hold of Chelsea.
"Thank-you for your time," said Thor, as he turned to go. "My investigators will be dropping in shortly to chat and look at your records. "Of course," Kim agreed. "We'll be open. I'll let my people know to expect them." But he was saying it to Thor's back. The big man was already headed out. He had what he came for. This dude was up to his eyeballs in this. It was there in his eyes. He had gotten involved in somebody else's play, without idea the first just what the other man was up to. Thor had seen it half a hundred time in the gangs with this or that lieutenant going out on a limb for another man without realizing it. Then they got fried for the other man's shenanigans. You always looked before you leaped in the gangs. Now Thor had to figure out who the other player was and just what he was up to.
Back in the Lizard Kingdom, Billy was getting a surprise of his own. More than having changed appearance–though that was shocking enough–her whole demeanor had changed. Far from the mousy little woman who'd left them in the Grey Forest, Olesia was confident and forthright, challenging him on his ideas and the things he wanted to do. Of course, if Billy was having issues, the plump girl was having issues of her own. First and foremost of those was the staring. He would stop talking to her and just stand there staring at her, as if she'd grown a second head or something. He'd been staring at her since she'd arrived, and it was starting to irritate her.
Now, as she found herself asking him again if riding-lizards could handle air-travel, she finally ran out of patience. "Look," she asked, "is there something wrong?" Billy flushed to his hair. Caught staring! At the same time, he'd been going around in circles with the same worry. He'd been shocked by her appearance. She'd lost a lot of weight, and he half feared that Ingrid had been working her to death–starving her. Maybe it was time just to ask the question. "O," he rumbled, "a-are you well?" Olesia greeted that question with a pensive frown. "Fine, actually," she replied. He wasn't sure how to say this. Women were touchy about their looks. Not that she looked bad or anything. If anything, she looked slim and firm in all the right places. "Just worried is all," he said. "You look like maybe you've been working too hard..." Stepping off, the plump woman coolly told him, "war isn't a social outing, William, as you well know."
Billy stared at her, his face gone hot. Yeah, he'd stepped in it. At the same time, he was struck by just how beautiful she was. She'd gone from being pretty to being a bonafide fucking knockout! That ass was just as fucking amazing as before, only firmer, her broad hips tapering into a neat waistline. Fuck he wanted to do her something awful. He wanted to bang the shit out of her and make some half-elemental babies of his own. Shaking off his shock–and the boner that threatened to grow in his pants, the big man rushed after her, heading down the hill to where the two cyborgs were waiting with their airship.
His plan was to fly a small heard of riding-lizards up here. There were sledges and sleds aplenty in the town from the stone-cutting business. The snow was still deep enough that he thought they could drag them by the half-dozen across the land. Where it wasn't, he could easily make it deep enough. He was an ice-wizard, and it was cold enough that he wouldn't have to exert himself–or the power of the Ice-Tiara–very much to do it. "I can put the lizards into torpor," he said. "It's already close enough with the cool air. It won't take much to put them over the edge. When we get them back here, you can warm them up again." "Alright," she said. "Let's get this done." Time was wasting.
Leaving Olesia watching over the village, the Ice-Prince got back aboard the airship and headed south and west to the capitol. Landing near the beach, the big man headed immediately for the nearest stockyard. There wasn't a moment to waste. That was where Hamest found him, haggling over the cost to borrow some of the owners' wares. The man behind the counter seemed hardly perturbed that an entire village of his countrymen was under threat, and Billy was close to the limit.
Seeing his would-be wife there at the door, the big man decided that a threat of a different sort was in order. Calmly, he said, "I've already offered as much as the treasury will support. You can take the payment, or you can take thirty years. Dungeon." The fat lizard hadn't missed the arrival of his overlord. A shudder of terror went through him. People starved in the dungeon! "Uh, yes... of course...," he stammered. "Thirty-five riding-lizards... Coming right up!" Turning to the stable door, he shouted, "Adom! Adom! Get this man some lizards! Yes, right now, you lazy bastard!"
As Hamest approached, the younger man waved her off. This wasn't the time. There were people who needed to be saved. Billy's eyes were on the wares going out the side door. One by one, he counted them out, his eyes doing a quick check to make sure they weren't getting any that were lame or ill. The stress of the flight back up to the village would already wreak havoc on them. He didn't need them sick at the start.
Striding back outside, he moved in to get the whole thing organized while the Lizard Princess herself stood back, staring at his back. No, she wasn't going to get to sweep this whole mess under the rug. He wasn't angry at her–not anymore–but the race was on to save a thousand lives, and he had no time for games. As the wranglers led their charges down the street to the beach, the big man stopped to say goodbye.
"I'll be back tonight," he told the princess. "Keep watch for us. That army went somewhere. We might be fighting them. Keep trying to get that second machine running." Fighting back tears, Hamest nodded, saying nothing more as her young lover strode off down the street. Billy spared no more thought for her. He had to get the lizards on the plane. He had to keep them docile without killing them. Then he and Olesia had to lead a caravan of terrified lizard-folk back down the mountain to the capitol. And he had to get it done before dark if he could manage it. Life was about to get really interesting.
Back in the Candy Kingdom, Kim Kil Wan was becoming a bundle of agitated nerves. He'd been calling Bronwyn since Finn's thug had left his office with no success at all. His daughter's phone rang and rang and rang before going to voicemail. And said voicemail box was full. Calls to the phone company directed him to call the Grey Forest's telephone company. Their radio-tower was transmitting. As far as the Candy-Kingdom's phone-company was concerned, the problem was in the Grey Forest.
Kim had begun to focus on one very dangerous thought. Chelsea was tied into this. Somehow Chelsea was involved in this. She'd been the one to come to him asking for help bringing those men into the civilized kingdoms. She'd been the one pushing and pressing to get those warm bodies imported. Her agents had taken charge of them. Could she be involved in something illegal? Kim was terrified that his friend was playing him.
Now, as the sun was headed down in the sky, the pretty opera starlet came strolling into his office after having made him wait for over an hour. Her eyes had a strange cast to them. Gone was the sexy smile with the pretty, pouty lips. In place of the smile was an almost sinister expression suggesting that there were dark thoughts behind those pretty eyes.
Before she'd fully stepped into the room, Kim opened with, "where've you been?" "Working," she replied. "The opera's closed," Kim retorted! "There's not even a rehearsal today!" "Oh, you think that's my only business," she replied. A shiver went through him at that too-casual suggestion that his fears were right. Nodding, the wax-hustler strode forward, heels making soft thumps on his carpeted floor. "I'm guessing the guard showed up," said she. Fists clenched, he stretched himself across his desk, getting right in her face as he growled, "one of those men turned up dead robbing the Science Academy! Now my daughter's not answering her phone! I demand to know what's going on!"
Casually, Chelsea clawed him square in the face, raking her nails across his jowls. The bite of the poison was immediate. The businessman fell screaming across his desk. He quite lost control of his stretchy-powers, and his body thrashed and shook, causing the odds and ends on his desk to go sailing off to crash on the floor. Casually, Chelsea threw a packet on his shaking, shuddering body, saying, "she's alive. She'll stay alive. For now. I need five-hundred men brought in over the next three weeks, and I need the eggheads from the Academy moved out of the country. I had to kill that piece of shit you gave me to get the job done, so now you get to do it. Tomorrow. My minions will be in touch. Don't try to fuck me, Kim. Bronwyn will suffer if you do."
The murderess turned and walked away. She'd heard things about his father that had terrified her, and she'd used her strongest poison. She'd been half afraid it would kill him and half afraid it would do nothing at all. Now she had some ideas what his limitations were. Standing at the door, she said, "don't test my resolve, Kim. You have other levers besides Bronwyn..." He had sisters and a brother and a mother to hurt. With an evil chuckle, she added, "that's not my strongest poison after all..."
It was hours before Kim was able to pull himself together. Having sent his secretary home out of fear of what she might hear, he'd been alone and screaming in pain. Somewhere in the middle of the writhing agony the poison left him in, the dog-icorn had shit his pants, leaving him laying there in his own sweat and shit when he finally got control of his traitorous body once more. His overwrought mind was in a state of complete turmoil, as he was finally able to get his nerveless fingers to close around the packet that witch had so casually dropped. Tearing it open, he was horrified to find a single snippet from Bronwyn's hair.
His mind went to his family, and thoughts of calling on them for help. Trouble was that they were, none of them, fighters. Only his father had any skill at the business, and Jake was old. Charlie, Viola, and TV would be far in over their heads, just like he was. Worse, that bitch had threatened all of them. She'd threatened to hurt them too, and the news that she'd murdered Barry suggested that she was well capable of carrying out those threats. There was just one person who could help him, but he'd burned pretty much every bridge there was with Finn the Human. You have to do something, he thought. Bronwyn was in danger. His baby was in danger.
Across town, the object of his thoughts sat staring at his phone. Billy had pulled it off. He was within sight of the Lizard Kingdom's capitol, in spite of a few false-starts and a little drama along the way. He had the thousand or so souls from the village within reach of safety with maybe ten miles or so to go. He had Olesia with him for backup, and, if worse came to worst, the Lizard-Guard could sortie out to help him.
"Are you even listening," Drew demanded? "Yes," he said. "I am. Chiang's a wiz-kid. If Maja believes that what she's doing is safe, I'm comfortable with letting it continue. He's still getting nappy-time and getting toys to play with, so she's not violating my wishes." Drew glared at him, as he slid his phone into his pocket. "W-where're you going," she asked, as he turned to go. "Promise to keep," he said. "I'm late." "You're not going to do anything," she demanded? "I'm going to continue to monitor Chiang's schedule," Finn replied, as he reached the door to the infirmary. "If I find that he's not getting nappy-time or playing with his toys, then I'll intervene. Goodnight, doc."
Leaving the fuming doctor behind, the big man headed downstairs, taking the back-stairs to avoid his bodyguard. This was a commitment where he didn't want a tag-along. The girls had put him into this–made a promise for him–but they would likely get quite irritated with how he was going to carry out said promise. He imagined he was just supposed to do it to Riley or something. They seemed to think that was what it was like for a dude. You just got your rocks off, and that was what counted. He liked emotional connections too. He wanted to feel involved with the woman who was going to have his baby.
Slipping down to the garage, the King shed his jacket and tie and even his famous bear-hat. His blue eyes got him access to the garage and a Banana-Guard truck. Minutes later, he was rolling out of the gates, his bodyguard still upstairs, waiting on him. He waited until he was a good half-mile down the road before flicking on the lights and siren. With a grin, the big man floored the throttle, roaring off down the road, as people scattered out of his way.
Minutes later, he arrived at the ramshackle house that Riley and Teri kept on the outskirts of the capitol. Teri was on the job at their club right now, training a new barkeep and running the club. Shutting the lights off up the street, the big man almost coasted into the driveway, easing the truck into the shadows behind Riley's beater. It was a pretty, quiet street in a nice neighborhood–the perfect place for a couple of kids to grow up.
Riley herself was sitting on the porch when he came up the walk. "Hey," he greeted her. The curvy woman came rushing down the stairs to him and all but jumped on him. Just for tonight, they were going to be a thing. She'd day-dreamed of this across years of day-to-day living. A part of him sorta-kinda thought of the might-have-beens. Just like with Cherry, he had been lost in his own world of pain and loneliness–too lonely to see the other lonely souls around him until fate thrust Simone almost literally into his arms.
Of course, she couldn't miss the difference in him. Letting go of him, she grabbed for his hand, pulling his mechanical arm into the light. There was no mistaking the dull metallic grey for the pale flesh he'd been born with. "Y-your arm," Riley howled! Her heart was in her eyes. "I'm ok," he replied. "W-what're you doing here," she demanded? "I... shouldn't you..." He knew exactly where she was going to go with that, and he headed her off, saying, "taking my girl on a date." With a smile, he added, "made you a promise..." The former lycanthrope threw herself on him and hugged him, sniffing back tears.
Taking her by the hand, the big man headed back down the walk to her car. At the passenger side, he took the keys and opened the door for her before heading over to the driver's side. His phone buzzed, but he ignored it. It was his irritated bodyguard. That could wait a bit. With the key in the ignition, the two roared off, laughing like the old friends that they were. As he drove six blocks to the drive-in theater in the woods, Finn couldn't really help remembering the time he'd taken Marceline to couples-night at the movies. He'd been little more than a boy back then, with no idea what he was asking to do. Marceline had teased him by insisting 'no tongue', when he'd had no idea how to kiss a girl. Now here he was again at couple's night at the local drive-in. He was older, knew much more about girls and kissing both, and he had absolutely no intention of watching a fucking movie.
The theater in the woods was much as he remembered it as he carefully took the turns in Riley's truck, bouncing over bumps and ruts in the rough forest trail. The owners had widened the trail, but they'd done little else to improve the place, making it one of the biggest make-out spots in the kingdom. A part of Finn imagined someday his kids might be coming here with boy or girlfriends to learn about sex. He hoped their transition went better than his had.
Back in the Lizard Kingdom, Billy rode into town at the head of a long line of wooden sledges and sleds carrying hundreds of lizard-folk to find Hamest waiting on him at the gates of the city. Dropping from the saddle, the big man strode forward towards his woman, intent on having a little reunion with her. The older woman's face was shadowed and haunted, but it lit up when she caught sight of him. Billy, who'd been wound up by the last twenty-four hours of stress and terror, was just as happy to see her.
And then Olesia rode into view.
"What is she doing here," Hamest growled? With a shrug, Olesia retorted, "helping to protect your kingdom." Billy met that jealous question with a shocking response. Grabbing her by her hair, the big man pulled her face to his and stole a kiss. At the same time, he got a big handful of her round ass, stroking and squeezing it in front of everyone there, Olesia included. When he broke that kiss, the needy cougar lay her head on his shoulder. Billy held her, stroking her back with the tips of his fingers, while she cried softly.
In the Candy Kingdom, the young prince's father sat in the back of Riley's truck, half-watching the movie on the screen before them and half-watching the woman at his left. Riley had started the evening a little keyed-up. Maybe it was the moment. Maybe it was the shock of his new arm. Whatever it was, it had taken a while for her to relax. Having been down this road a couple times with Emeraude, Beeps, and even Marceline, the big man just sat there and bided his time. As the movie rolled, the woman beside him slowly unwound and relaxed, finally laying her head on Finn's shoulder.
The big man was ready and waiting, and he casually slipped an arm around her, letting his hand lay there as if he were just keepin' her warm or something. The movie itself was going to do much of the work of getting her worked up. Finn had chosen this night as his date-night with Riley for a reason. Tonight's movie was a special movie. He'd learned that on a date-night with Simone a long, long time ago. Couple's night didn't show the usual fare.
As the pair in the truck watched, the young woman on the screen left her husband's funeral, and a limo brought her home to a big, beautiful house. Before their eyes she wandered the parlor as if she was soaking in her memories of the place. It was an odd start for a movie night where they were supposed to be making out, but then, as the young woman picked up this and that oddment of her life with her husband, she began to show signs that maybe she was a little horny. Those signs grew plainer to the audience's eyes as she began to rub her thighs together sensually while staring at a picture of her partner.
Finn, who'd been observing Riley as she watched the show, deftly slipped his arm down around her waist. He was ready when the girl on the screen began to slowly play with her self. It was subtle at first, as she touched her plump titties almost by accident. Then, as she got hornier and more involved in her sex-play, she began to go further. As Riley and Finn watched from the comfort of the truck's back-seat, the girl began to rub her snatch through her dress, stuffing her hand between her legs and running her fingers back and forth against her gash. Riley's plump lips parted in a soundless 'O' as she watched the action.
Abandoning the pretense of looking at old pictures, the girl in the movie went to the couch and sprawled across it. Hiking her skirt, she revealed that she wasn't wearing any panties, and now she began to run a slim finger in and out of her hot, moist pussy. A gasp from Riley told Finn that she felt his big hand stroking the base of her heavy, left titty. Gently Finn stroked that heavy love-mound as the girl on the screen began to toy with her own modest knobs, popping them free of her dress so she could stroke and caress them, while she fingered her steamy gash. At the same time, Finn casually slipped his hand under Riley's tank-top, getting skin-on skin with her hard, flat tummy. His rough, calloused hand seemed to glide across her stomach, teasing the flesh almost as if asking which direction it should go. Up? Or down?
Riley sighed heavily and snuggled in closer as Finn's strong hand stroked her big titties through the lacy bra she wore. Soft sights and gasps left her lips as he caressed her heavy love-mounds. She had a peach of a pair, big as Simone's. As the girl on the screen was joined by an imaginary lover, who began to eat out her hot pussy, Finn turned to the sexy lycanthrope and kissed her, savoring the taste of those luscious lips, finding Riley hungry for it. Yeah, this was another case of his not seeing the forest for the trees. Riley. Cherry. How many others? He'd been chasing princesses and getting rejected left, right, and center, when there were women who would have been glad to have him.
As he swapped spit with his girl, his hand deftly popped the catch on that bra, freeing those knobs. Now, as Riley gasped into his mouth, Finn began to pinch her pointy nips and squeeze those heavenly knockers. Around them, other couples were starting to focus less on the movie and more on each other. Finn tuned that out as he focused on his woman. He was supposed to be knocking Riley up after all. Sliding her top up to get better access, the big man got to grips with those big knobs. Breaking that kiss, he bent and went after them, sucking and nibbling on the hard tips as Riley began to moan and whine deep in her throat. Just like the girl in the movie, her big, juicy ass was wriggling all over the place. Kissing her again, he reached down and unfastened her shorts with Riley opening her muscular, trim thighs to let him.
A corner of his mind thought of Marceline and wondered if she'd been creeped out to be here with a kid at a make-out spot. Knowing Marceline, probably not. Hell, if he'd been any older, she might have gone for it. He kinda-sorta wanted to drag the Queen of Darkness back here and give her all the tongue she could handle and then some. In the right-now, he had the beautiful sight of Riley laying there sprawled on the bench-seat before him. Those titties were amazing. The big man went from one to the other, sucking and slurping on them, squeezing and caressing them while Riley moaned and thrashed beneath him.
Finn reached down and slipped his hand between her sleek, toned thighs and began stroking her pussy, finding her already moist. As he continued to suck and slurp on those big knockers while he fingered her hot crack, she got even wetter. To say that she was as old as he was, she had an amazing body. Of course, she was a dancer. She had to take care of those legs. They'd earned her bread when she was alone here.
Taking time out between rounds of going after those knobs, the big man teased at her neck and exchanged hot kisses with her. It was a vast difference from her first time with some long-forgotten schlub. He'd mauled her titties, and he'd really only seemed to care about getting off himself. She'd gone home frustrated and a little angry. Just like Teri had said, this man was the real deal. Maybe it was all the princess-snatch he was slaying, but Finn had the touch. The thought that he was going to do it raw to intentionally knock her up just made it nastier.
The horny lycanthrope whined and moaned and whimpered as the big man worked her over, and her hands clawed at his wrist as he skillfully brought her off again and again. She was panting and covered in sweat when he finally stopped. Somewhere in the middle, when she'd had a blinding orgasm that left her gasping for air, he'd pulled her shorts off. Now the big man unfastened his pants and let the huge dick that had wrecked Teri's pussy flop out. It slapped her hard, flat tummy with a resounding *whack*, telling her that he was going to destroy her snatch too. But first, he pulled her face to his and tried to devour her lips.
Riley melted into Finn's arms as he stroked and caressed her hot, feverish body as that kiss went on and on. At the same time, he positioned the hard pecker at her entry. She was vaguely aware of the feel of his big pecker against her pussy. And then Finn shoved it in for the first time. "Aooooaaaa," howled Riley as Finn eased his massive cock-log up her virgin pussy. Finn was startled by that long, loud wail, sounding like a lone wolf out in the woods. As he drew back and stuck her again, the former hug-wolf howled like the wolf she'd been. "Aooooooaaaa," howled the lycanthrope, head thrown back, eyes wide-shut as Finn stuck her again. Several faces turned to see where the noise was coming from.
Thinking quickly, Finn stuff her panties in her mouth to shut her up. The noise was muted enough that nobody else could hear it, but she howled all the same with every jab of the stick. A twisted corner of his mind thought of his own remnant of the Hug-Wolf curse. He'd caught himself trying to scratch with his foot a couple of times. Riley's remnant of the curse was nasty, though. The more he pounded her sweet snatch, the more she howled. When Finn got to grips with those big titties again, she went really ape, thrashing and shaking–and howling–all at once.
The big man was in the groove, pumping his thickness deep up Riley's hot oven as she howled and moaned beneath him. Her big titties were flopping around and even smacking her in the face the way Nadia's titties did when he was giving it to his cyborg fuck-beast really hard. As his pleasure rose–as they reached the climax–the pair were one big nasty, and more than one couple had stopped to watch the proceedings in the raggedy truck. It was almost better than the movie. Driving in deep, Finn shot what felt like all the love-goo he had before collapsing on top of his woman, spent. He might have lain there until the movie was over if people didn't start clapping.
Billy and Fionna mature. Bronwyn goes missing, and Finn creates another sibling for the Finn-kids. And Kim Kil Wan learns about the risks of side-chicks. So, bets on how long it takes him to swallow his pride?