Chapter 40:
They didn't exactly cuddle. Most often, she woke to find him sitting at the hotel suite's little table, working. She entertained Finn with her body. It was honestly the most sex she'd had in years. When she'd been appointed to leadership of the Committee at the ripe age of sixteen, she'd gotten a lot of fucking. That was the romanticized image of a secret agent. Steal the secret documents, screw the helpful patsy, ride into the sunset. The reality for Orzsebet had been a whole lot of wham-bam, thank-you, ma'am–except mostly without the thank-you because she was usually long gone. Rare was the man who really got her off.
Finn took his time. There were moments it felt like he was enjoying a fine wine or steak. He had no emotional attachment to her. She was still a piece of meat, but he savored her body like something rich and expensive. On her side, it was the most orgasms she'd ever had in her life. When he was going at her, he would take her to the limits. When you added in her domination fetish, there were moments she feared he would fuck her to death.
Rising from the bed today, she stretched for a moment. She was sore, but at least she wasn't walking bow-legged like that first time. A part of her thought those bitches had to fob him off on each other or risk getting wrecked. Far from sneaking an illicit piece, Orzsebet was doing them a favor. Checking her watch, she realized that she'd slept too long. She was running late.
It was Bronwyn sitting at the table, when Princess Orzsebet emerged from Finn's bedroom, shuffling along like an old woman. The look of that made the younger woman want to laugh, and it made Finn's lust for her all the more incongruous to the half-bear. The skinny spy turned a glare on the little rich girl and growled, "what're you smirking about?" With a shrug, Bronwyn rumbled, "you. I hardly see what he sees in you. You're not his type." "You know nothing," Orzsebet snarled. "I know we're late," Bronwyn replied. "My grand-uncle will be back soon..." Gritting her teeth, the Agent Princess turned and strode off, bound for the tiny bathroom.
Hundreds of miles to the east, the King's son lay in repose, dreaming of better times. It was a familiar dream. He was on the beach with his daughters and wife, playing beach volleyball, with JJ cheating as always. The dream was a bitter one because he knew the dream was dead. His wife and children were all gone–victims of JJ's lies. Today, he went all out, using his own powers to balance the scales until he and the daughters on his side of the game actually won.
As JJ was surrendering, something warm woke Billy, and his eyes popped open to find Olesia sitting there at his side, wearing a silvery grey dress, her left arm in a sling. "Baby," he howled, as he sat up and embraced her. The big man buried his face in her hair, gripping her hard enough to hurt. Moments later, she was in tears–a full-fledged meltdown. Ignoring the pain from his girl's scalding tears, the big man pulled her lush lips to his and kissed her as if it was the first time. "I'm ok," she sniffled. Pulling free, she stepped back, saying, "I'm... not fully in control at the moment." The radiation had affected her just as much as everybody else. She was now on heavy doses of the sleepers to prevent her basically taking a trip to the center of the planet.
"Did it work," he asked? Nodding, Olesia replied, "readings are returning to normal. Princess Nadia believes that the fuel rods we shifted would have melted together and formed a critical mass. It would likely have melted through the floor of the pool and emptied the cooling water. It might even have compromised the cooling system for the entire floor." They would have had multiple pools melting down as the fuel rods within all began to overheat.
Sitting up, Billy asked, "am I ok to get up?" Olesia nodded. "Drew cleared you today," she said. "You've been in an induced coma under observation for two weeks." Billy's jaw came open. With a smile, the plump pretty raised her broken arm and said, "we were kind of a mess, darling. We didn't get fried, but we did take doses of radiation. Junior and I got it the worst." They'd been outside the forcefield bubbles the most. "Is JJ...," Billy started to say? Much as there had been moments he'd honestly hated her the last few years, he didn't want her dead. "She's going to be ok," Olesia confirmed. "She's under observation. Drew was a little concerned that she'd been in there twice. They're talking about breaking her arm again and pinning it. It didn't heal correctly." With a smile, the plump girl said, "she's behaving. They'll be transferring her to your father's prison. In the now... there's something you need to see. Get dressed. I'll see you outside in the garden."
The plump girl turned to go, and he watched that beautiful, bountiful butt go wig-wagging across the room. Bad memories came flooding back of the ugly after-effects of the medications. You've been enjoying this, when you really should be discouraging it, he thought. At the same time, he couldn't imagine his life without her presence in it. Shaking himself, the big man got up and rushed for the shower, finding Olesia had taken the risk of turning it on for him–another reminder of the place she held in his heart. She was helping him stay afloat, but when he thought of what those pills could be doing to her, he was torn. A part of him would have sent her away.
Pulling on some clothes, he forced his mind away from his personal problems. There were a lot of things to get done before this crisis was truly solved. Some of that would see him fighting Abieuwa. It was past time to change course. The Royal Science Academy would be investigating the bunker–every corner from the cooling system that prevented meltdowns to the structure of the walls, roof and floors. It was what his father would have done if he'd been here.
His wife fell in at his side as he approached the garden. She looked worn. She'd clearly been crying. A lot. She was also clearly too prideful to admit to needing him. "I'm pleased to see you well," Abieuwa announced. The Ice Prince seized her hand, twining his fingers in hers. "I have to hurt you," he said. "I'm forced by my position to do something hurtful. The death-metal in the treasury is your great legacy, and I will always respect that. It's also a danger to all life on Ooo. We have a duty to be good custodians of that legacy. That means insuring against the risk of another cataclysm. Our world needs an honest accounting. Can you do that, baby?" Choking back a sob, the proud princess nodded. Billy squeezed her hand before going out the door into the garden.
Outside, he found Olesia, Cherry, and his mom waiting alongside Simone II and two figures he'd never seen before. His mind put the puzzle pieces in place. The tall, curvy girl in the tight booty-shorts with her short n'sassy reddish-brown hair and short, bushy tail was Liz. She had her momma's crooked smile and a mischievous glint in her brown eyes. Lady II was thin with lean legs, more modest knockers, pastel blue, red, and yellow coloration, long blonde hair and tail, and a tiny knub of a horn at the edge of her forehead. As Olesia, Abieuwa, and his mom looked on with pride, Billy rushed forward and embraced his long-lost daughters. The big man cried. He cried the tears of an anguished father. In short order, the young ladies were crying just as hard and hugging their father for all they were worth.
Back in the shadowport, Bronwyn watched Finn's idiot spy as she shuffled along up the street. Her destination was a heavily fortified warehouse. They had been here repeatedly the last few days, slowly mapping out the interior–a space the occupants were anxious to keep secret. There was a trick involved–one Bronwyn imagined Finn would be uncomfortable with. Bronwyn could teleport significant distances, provided she'd seen the destination in person. With Finn's insipid spymaster acting as a distraction, Bronwyn had been able to repeatedly enter the space, first by teleporting into the hall behind the front door and later by exploiting memories of what she'd seen to teleport into empty or unused rooms deeper in the warehouse.
The half-bear had mapped almost the entire main floor. She suspected someone important was in the top floor suite. Trouble was, that space was heavily guarded. Bronwyn had been afraid to get near it. While the guards near the front were bored and even lazy, those deeper in the warehouse were vigilant to the point of paranoia. That left the cellar. They knew the basement existed. They had plans showing their existence. What they didn't know were the changes made. That was today's plan.
Orzsebet the agent princess moved in with the cart she was pushing, setting it up near the door. That had nearly earned her a beating three days ago. One of the paranoid thugs from inside the warehouse had taken extreme issue with the antics of his fellows. Nobody was supposed to be near the door. Orzsebet had taken that abuse with aplomb that Bronwyn could never have managed. She'd almost intervened, but Orzsebet had waved her off. The threatened thrashing hadn't arrived, but it had let Bronwyn get the deepest into the warehouse she'd managed so far.
Today there was no beating on offer. The spy-girl set up her stand and began hawking her wares, selling meat-stew to hungry locals–including the occupants of the warehouse. Indeed, as Bronwyn watched, a stream of men came out of the squat building to get their share. It was time. Finding her center, the plush half-bear reached out, searching for the appropriate window in time. Then she stepped through.
She found herself in a darkened corner of the warehouse. It was a little disconcerting to find that someone had shoved a crate into the space she'd appeared in. That could have been fatal. The crate hadn't been here before. They should move soon. If they were going to move on this place, it needed to be soon, or she wouldn't be able to help. If these guys were going to be moving boxes around like this, she would quickly lose her ability to safely enter.
Stepping out of the corner, she listened carefully for the sound of patrols before moving out into the aisle. The stairs down to the cellars were near. Gliding along, the tall she-bear glanced this way and that, her senses already focused on the escape window–just in case. Arriving at the head of the stairs, Bronwyn crouched down and listened. Nothing. There was nothing coming from below. Stepping off, she slipped down the stairs, step by step, sifting the air with her sensitive nose.
Her mind went to her grand-uncle as thoughts came to her unbidden. She'd asked. Somebody had to have washed her. She'd been locked in a box for weeks. Somebody would have had to wash her. Was it really any surprise that somebody was Finn? Ironically, she knew her father wouldn't have done it. He'd have simply ordered somebody from his pack of servants to do the unpleasant job of caring for his incapacitated relative. The big man never said a word about it. Her father would have crowed. Someday she was going to repay Finn.
In the right now, she could smell something. Slipping down the dank corridor, she could smell the scent of humanoid scat. It was a nightmarish scent that wanted to remind her of her captivity, though she'd honestly been unconscious the whole way through. The rough outlines of doors around her told her she was in a makeshift prison. Staler scents told that this space had routinely been used to house these people's victims, but there was a fresher, stronger scent dead ahead of her.
As she approached the cell, sounds of voices at the top of the stairs startled her. She was reaching for her powers, steering for the window as quick as that. In the blink of an eye, the lush half-bear was blinking her eyes against the brilliant light of the sun in an open park a half-mile from the awful prison beneath the warehouse. Shaking off her fear, the plump woman stepped off as if she'd been there the whole time.
Finn returned to the quarters he shared with his spymaster and Kim's daughter, finding Orzsebet out of bed and sitting at the table and Bronwyn sitting opposite her. That was a little curious. The two did not get along, barely tolerating each other's company. Bronwyn, in point of fact, frequently sniped at Orzsebet, and she'd made it clear she was irritated by the noise of rowdy sex from Finn's room.
Slipping into the chair on the other side of the table, Finn threw a piece of paper on the table. "She's there," he said. He'd been investigating the hotspring on the far side of town. It had been bought out by a bunch of dudes out of Truth Kingdom, who'd set up a bathing-spring like their homeland. It was an odd sort of business for a place like this. "Are you sure," Orzsebet growled? Bronwyn took the piece of paper and unfolded it. Nodding at the girl, the Lady of Spies said, "we think we found your missing Queen... under that warehouse."
It was Finn's turn to frown. The place was crawling with guards, which made it a natural place to conceal a kidnap victim or victims. At the same time, they didn't have an army to breech the walls, and Finn had vetoed the idea of trying to burgle the place to see what was inside. He didn't want to risk Breezy's life, now they were so close. He also didn't want to walk into a trap in there and get jammed up. Reasoning that they were going to try moving Breezy to wherever the Bandit Princess was, he'd wanted to stake the place out and jump the bandits when they went to move their victim–just like they'd done it with Bronwyn.
Now his eyes flicked to Kim's daughter. Bronwyn's powers would have let her get into the warehouse without alerting the enemy. That would also have put her at severe risk for teleporting into a wall or something. "You shouldn't go," Bronwyn said, as she put the paper down. Now Orzsebet snatched the piece of paper off the table, snapping it open once more. "You disobeyed me," Finn growled. "It needed to be done," Bronwyn replied. "The risk was small." "Have you lost your mind," Orzsebet snarled?! She shook the paper in his face.
"It's a move from the other side, this time," Finn replied, as he pushed the paper aside. "She's asking to meet with us." Specifically, she was asking to meet him. "I don't agree with this," Orzsebet rumbled. "It's clearly a trap." "It's a hotspring," Finn replied, "not one of her crooked gambling dens. It's out in the open. Your guys can stand watch." The Lady of Spies cussed him. "You're going to finish the job," he said. Orzsebet stopped in mid rant. Both women stared at him. "Since you've already violated my orders, you can take the last few steps," he said. "She'll be distracted. Even if it is a trap, she and her dudes will be on the far side of town. You should have better access. Get me a good look at the inside. Find the room. We'll move then."
He was of a mind to shut things down and get home. With the Wall finally in a state that could be called 'finished', the peanuts out of business, and the Civilized Kingdoms back under a state of peace, he could safely look outwards. He could turn some of the day-to-day business of running down problems over to Bill and Fi. He'd been thinking a lot about that. With the border secure, Bonnie's peeps could get back to Cocoa City. That would make a nice base of operations for Fi to do her thing with getting the border under control. She'd have access to people to help her with the kids, while she and Patrick were working. Thinking of a future where he wouldn't be around, he wanted people to see Bill as their new protector. Part of that job involved travel. And... Bill already had a bit of a problem there anyway. He had wives scattered across Ooo, just like Finn.
"I don't like this," Orzsebet muttered. "I have the curse," Finn replied. "I can exit the onsen just like I went in..." It wasn't something he wanted to do. The curse had become very dangerous for him. At the same time, this was a chance to shut this whole business down with the Bandit Princess. He was willing to accept a little risk. "Alright," muttered the Agent Princess, "when are we moving?" "Tonight," Finn replied.
It was nearly ten when the King of Ooo stepped into the hot, moist air in the private section of the hotspring. Orzsebet and Bronwyn were on the far side of town now, preparing to enter the warehouse while its owner was distracted here. A handful of Orzsebet's spies were poised to come rushing to Finn's rescue on the far side of the wall, while a lookout kept watch from the only high-spot with a view of the interior of the spring. He was as set to get through this as he was going to get.
Remembering the first time he'd visited a place like this in Truth Kingdom, Finn found himself inhaling the steamy air of the onsen and remembering. Jake had thought Sakura was setting things up for some fun in the warm waters, but they had both been far too young for that, never-mind the taboos against getting nasty outside of marriage for a princess. Finn had found himself alone with a couple of Sakura's guards, soaking his bones in the heat and trying to ignore the blue balls and boner he'd gone in with. He'd been a little sore about that, honestly, and maybe that was some of why he had been distant from the Truth Field Princess, even when it was his own fault for assuming.
The hot-spring smelled vaguely of pine needles. Strangely enough, it reminded him of sex with Emeraude, Marphisa, and Teri. The strange memory/sensation made his face feel warm. This is the place, he thought. Shedding the yukata, the big man stepped down into the pool. The water was just short of too-warm–a lot like the first couple times with Phoebes. This place was activating a lot of memories.
Up on the bluff above the hotspring, the long, slender shape of a blowgun slid out through the leaves of a rat aloe bush. A puff of air, and it was all over. The man laying on the ground staring down at the hotspring grabbed for his throat, then keeled over dead. His murderer keyed the phone stuffed into his belt-pouch, sending a text to his master. The deed was done. She was clear to do business.
While the King of Ooo was wool-gathering, thinking of past dalliances and moments from long ago, she came into view from the women's changing room. Striding into view, hips wig-wagging as she came prancing towards him, she caught and captivated his eyes. Tall, her height somewhat disguised how curvy she was. She had long, muscular legs, toned, muscular arms, and broad shoulders. The strangely twisted and battered fingers of her left hand held a towel up over an impressive set of cans. Her chalk-white skin, and the curling grey-black horns jutting out and curling upwards from either temple marked her as an ogre–an oni–as Sakura called her kind.
A smile played about her plush lips, and her green eyes sparkled with humor as she stopped before him. Dipping her toe in the hot, spring-fed water of the pool, the strange woman tested the temperature. Then, without a word, she dropped the towel on the stone paving tiles, baring a hard, washboard stomach beneath a set of gravity-defying knockers that would have made Simone jealous and had Nadia ready to scratch his eyes out for looking.
No sooner had she sat down than a waiter came in, bearing a wooden tray with a pair of cups and a stoppered flask. Setting the tray down, the waiter withdrew. "Ok," said Finn, as the stranger stepped down into the pool with him. "What gives?" Smiling archly, his adversary responded, "we're negotiating on neutral ground, King of Ooo... Do you imagine I'm hiding weapons?" Finn blushed. Unless that ring in her nose was a weapon, the only thing she had were those giant fucking knobs. On his side, he had the Quicksilver Curse–something as deadly to him as to anybody else.
The Bandit Princess nodded at the tray. With a sigh, Finn popped the cork. If she was planning on poisoning him, well, she could take the first sip. Pouring liquor into the two cups, the big man handed one over. The tall woman immediately took a deep draught from the cup. Finn found himself frowning and wondering. He'd heard of people poisoning themselves to get at others. The truth was that the odds of dying were much too high. It didn't fit the MO of somebody who'd been as careful as this woman. Bringing the cup to his lips, the big man took a sip, while he gave his opponent a good looking over.
She was fit–built a lot like Fionna, with hard muscle stretched across her frame. His mind went through the calculation. She was young–maybe in her twenties. He was an old man, pushing on towards fifty. He was bigger and stronger, but she was young and fit enough to do a lot of damage to him. When you added in the fact that she was an ogre and able to muster surges of inhuman strength, she was very dangerous. He'd have to be on his toes. She'd murdered a man in cold blood with her hands.
"I'm Finn," the big man announced, as he set the cup aside. "Peihong," replied his adversary. Sitting up straight, Finn said, "I'm pleased that we could finally meet." Nodding, the stranger replied, "you've been persistent in seeking a meeting. You'll have to forgive my soldiers. It's the nature of power. One can't be too careful." Finn waved that away. He wasn't much interested in talking about the past. His mind was on finding a way out of the conflict.
"Strange idea from a man with the title of Warlord," Peihong replied. "War profits no-one," Finn retorted, "only death." The tall woman gave him a crooked smile. That smile seemed to convey the matchless evil in a heart that was cold as stone. "And what would you offer me in exchange for peace," she asked? Finn frowned at her, his face taking on a stony expression. She imagined he was used to people listening when he told them who he was. But she wasn't one of the insipid bitches who got stars in their eyes at the mention of his name.
Taking a sip from her cup, the ogress opined, "you're a man of peace. I'm a woman of ambition. I'd be satisfied with half the world. I'd cede you the west. You give me the east. I'm even willing to sweeten the deal. In exchange for her holdings on the mainland, your girlfriend can keep her islands..." It was such a brazen suggestion, Finn found himself struck speechless for a moment. This bitch literally thought he'd give her half the world–to plunge half the world into darkness.
Crossing her legs artfully, the curvy brunette remarked, "you have lands protected from the outside... lands restored to health with lush fields. You have most of the functioning industry remaining from the time before the bombs. You have your precious eggheads to build you miracles at your whim. The City of Wands is at your service. What do I have in my half of the world, Finn the Human? Hmm?" Nodding to herself, she said, "I have death. I have the thousands of deadly things left from when your kind smashed the world out of jealousy and greed. I can't feed a people on death, but I can hold those lush fields hostage..." Her evil bargain, but it was only what she'd been doing this whole time.
The King found himself staring into an abyss. He'd hoped. He'd hoped and prayed that this woman could be talked down from her evil schemes. His mind went back to Talia. T was in danger in her isolated little hell in the frozen wastes. Oh, there was little way for this woman to reach Baba Yaga's redoubt, but that had hardly stopped the Lich. More to the point, he would have to take steps sooner rather than later to follow through on their plan to rid the Nine-Tailed Fox of her burden.
While he was woolgathering, Peihong the Bandit Princess rose from her seat in the pool and slipped across to his side. Settling herself beside him, she poured herself another cup of liquor. She was close, and that made him nervous. He had the curse, but he didn't want to use it. Sipping liquor, the stranger watched him out of the corner of her eyes.
"You're asking for something I can't give you," the King rumbled. "Can you not," she retorted. "You're King of the world, right?" Finn flushed. Nevertheless, he insisted, "you ask too much. I can grant you a kingdom. I can't grant you someone else's kingdom. I don't have that right..." The evil creature chuckled as if he'd told a very funny joke. Her eyes said it. She was capable of taking kingdoms.
The evil woman refilled his cup from the flask. Taking his hand, she brought the cup to his lips, urging him to drink. Stroking his long, blonde hair with those twisted, battered fingers, Peihong told him, "there is a time for negotiation and business, and there is a time one puts business aside for pleasure. It is far easier to negotiate when relaxed..." Sipping from the cup, the big man frowned at her, wondering what she meant. His nemesis showed what was on her mind by standing up and sitting down astraddle his thighs, giving him a good look at that amazing ass.
"Uh...," Finn gabbled. "You know what to do with this, don't you," she said, as she reached for his dong. "We're just having a little fun while we talk..." His eyes said it. He hardly trusted her not to try murdering him. Glancing back, giving him a twisted smile, the ogress set her cup aside, then bent over and got down on all fours in the warm waters. Looking back, she gave the King a come-hither look and even shook that big ass for good measure.
A little corner of his mind–the piece that often argued with him about self-preservation–shouted about the risk of a trap. At the same time, he was in this spot with her, and he was out of ideas on how to sway her to stop this destructive war. In for a coin, he decided, as he set his cup aside. It wasn't like he didn't like pussy.
The big man got to grips with that round butt, stroking her curves. Reaching under her, he got a hand on one of those big knobs while he stroked the kitty, getting it warmed up. The evil woman shuddered. It wasn't quite what she expected from a man who looked like that. Almost of their own volition, those broad hips began to gyrate and wiggle. Finn tweaked the fat tips of her big boobies, causing a soft moan to slip from her lips. These had to be some of the biggest, nicest knockers he'd ever encountered, and he'd encountered a lot.
The big man pulled the ogress back into his arms, drawing her close while he continued to caress those heavy cans and toy with her hot box. Her scent was of harsh lye soap–the stuff Finn used to wash with himself until Simone came into his life. He'd still had a few bars of the stuff in the workshop out back of the house, but the old soap had gotten banished from his home. Simone had civilized him.
The strange woman found herself getting the benefit of that civility as the hung hero did just about everything but what she'd become accustomed to from the male half of humanity. His touches were feather-light. She could feel the rough callouses on his hands, but only just. He had her on fire, and he'd hardly done anything at all. This wasn't the plan! She had a short window here before his confederates found out their lookout was dead. The evil warlord went reaching for that big pecker again.
Seeing what she wanted–that she wanted to move on–Finn got down to business. Bending her over again, he fisted his big pole, aimed it at her snatch, and eased it in. A long, low moan left her lips. And then, as she shoved that big ass back at him, another came. Head thrown back and eyes closed, the evil creature seemed to lose herself in the sensual feel of making love. Finn leaned down over her, got his hands on those tits, and began to give her the works.
You weren't supposed to do this in an onsen. He'd learned that from friends in Sakura's kingdom. The rumors and stories were just that. Usually a place like this was so full of people soaking in the waters, while they chatted or played games, that you hardly had the privacy for something like this. He was, ironically, living a fantasy with a woman who was an avowed enemy of his. It was another example of how crazy his life had become.
At the same time, he had to admit, the pussy was good. It reminded him, in many ways, of Maja. "Harder," she wailed! "Fuck me harder! Squeeze my titties!" Finn gripped those big knockers hard as he could, pulling and jerking at them and pinching the nips painfully hard. He would never have done this to any of his ladies. "Yeah, baby," she howled! "Squeeze 'em like thaaat!" He could feel her climax, and then, moments later again. "Yeah," she moaned. "You fuck pretty good, King of Ooo. Do you give your bitches good dick like this?" "I've never had any complaints," Finn replied, as he stroked that big ass. "Oooh," she sighed, "but you didn't shoot off..." She glanced back at him. He shrugged. He'd had to learn not to get off too quick. He had a lot of girls to keep happy. "Mmmm," she said, giving his pecker a squeeze, "well I'm the only one here. Give it to me, baby..."
The glint in her eye was his only warning. She spun around and shoved him under the water. Sliding down his pecker, she held him there, as she started to ride him. She was strong as fuck, and she was clearly aiming to drown him. Finn bashed her hard in the jaw, breaking her grip. Before she could even blink, he was behind her, transported by the Quicksilver Curse. The big man slammed her face down on the hard edge of the pool, stunning her. Then he was jamming his meat in deep. The evil ogress went crazy, squealing and screaming. Her fingers clawed the stone, and she thrashed and shook. He could tell she was getting off on this. It was like Maja but taken up ten levels.
And then she was fighting him again–fighting to get up. Reaching behind her, she tried to claw his eyes out. Jerking her arm up behind her back until the shoulder joint popped, Finn shoved her back down on the stone. The evil bitch let out an almost triumphal wail as she went over again, this time taking Finn with her. Driving his meat in deep, the hung hero gave her both barrels.
His legs were a little rubbery after that, and he almost fell over backwards. The Bandit Princess flopped down on the stone seat and lay back against the rim of the pool, her head resting on the pavers. Eyes closed, she let out a long, heavy sigh and moaned, "mmm, that was good... Do you fight like that too, Finn the Human?" Warily, Finn sat himself down on the bench just out of easy reach. "Alright," he said. "Play-time's over... Where are we going with this? I need to talk to my cab..." Glaring at him, she primly said, "play-time's over when I say it's over." Quick as a flash, she hopped into his lap. Leaning down, she bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Then, in a brazen move, she licked her lips clean of the blood. "Mmm, yeah," the evil creature moaned. "I want some more of that. Fuck me some more, hero. Show me whatcha' got that keeps all those bitches on the string..."
Elsewhere in the town, Bronwyn Rainicorn slipped up to the back side of the warehouse. This trip inside was going to be supremely dangerous. She'd only gotten a quick look at the basement. As if that wasn't bad enough, they weren't going to be able to draw the guards away like they had earlier in the day. There was no reason for a street-hawker to be outside with a cart in the middle of the night. The Agent Princess claimed she had a different plan in mind, but she wouldn't share, leaving Bronwyn just the least bit skeptical. She was promised a signal, though. Orzsebet had promised a signal so obvious that it would be impossible to miss. The half-bear glanced at her watch in the dim moonlight. It was almost time.
The town was half asleep, and Bronwyn found herself checking her watch again and again. She could hear the distant roar of the quayside pubs and whorehouses. Thirsty men were quenching their throats and dipping their peckers. The half-bear checked her watch again and only then realized what she'd missed. She could see the hands of the dial clear as day. And that was when the shouts began.
Fire! Fire!
The neighborhood erupted, as the half-bear goggled. One of the large buildings across the road was on fire! She wouldn't have, thought the heiress. At the same time, she knew this was the signal. This was something impossible to ignore. Reaching for her center, the hybrid fumbled it twice. Her mind wanted to scream about what they were doing here. Did Finn know? No, he wouldn't have approved this. He wouldn't have approved setting a building on fire. Move, she thought! Don't waste their sacrifice! A flash of light, and she was in the basement, listening to the sounds of running feet up above. They'd be focused on keeping the fire from spreading. They wouldn't want the fire coming here! That gave her the chance she needed.
Back in the Onsen, Peihong was riding the King's big thing like a wild creature. If she were at all honest, the ogress would have had to admit she was in love. She'd never gotten it like this before. She was losing the bubble–really sort of forgetting why she was here. Fortunately, the King had that part of things well in hand.
"Who's Chelsea," Finn rumbled? "What does she have to do with this?" It was out of the blue and completely at odds with what they were doing. Head thrown back, the oni retorted, "you know, hero... Mmm, you're so big..." Pressing those giant knockers into his face, she said, "mmm... she loved that vile piece of shit... Sick fuck raped her... his own sister, but she's still loyal, so you can guess how fucked up she is..." The look on his face made her laugh.
"Power, Finn the Human," she said, before stuffing her tongue in his mouth. "That's... mmm... what the world's about. Women are born with none, and we have to steal it from men..." She began to tell him about her own upbringing in a work-house. As he listened in horror, she talked of being forced to climb in and out of machines while they were still running. Brushing his face with her twisted fingers, she talked of having her hands broken a half-dozen times. She told of being raped by the foreman's son.
"I pushed him into a machine," she said. "I took his power, and I eventually killed his father." She'd burned the factory–with the foreman inside. "Evil doesn't correct evil," he muttered. "Does it not," she demanded? "Does it matter if we correct evil? Does evil even matter? Or is evil how we describe power?" "Power is one thing," he replied. "Evil is using power to hurt people..." "You're weak," she growled! "Am I," he retorted? The big man flipped the wench on her back, pinning her arms above her head. "I could kill you right here," he growled. "Ooaah," she moaned. "Yeah... you could... You could rape me with that big meat-pole." She gave his pecker a squeeze with her hot oven. "You could drown me...," she said. "You're weak because you have power, and you hold back from using it..."
Having had enough of this ugly conversation, Finn stepped back, taking away that marvelous full feeling she'd been savoring. Strangely, that pissed her off more than anything else. She'd been enjoying this far more than she'd expected. "Where do you think you're going," she snapped?! "Back to my hotel," Finn retorted. "I'm. Not. Finished," Peihong snarled! That was his only warning. The madwoman jumped on his back and tried to tear off his ear with her teeth. Anticipating the move, he rolled his shoulder and threw her. The big man stood there a moment, dabbing at his injured ear. Laying there on her side in the shallow water, the Bandit Princess growled, "more fucking, less talk..."
Morning found Finn the King sitting in a chair, staring into space while his spymaster took stock of his injuries. He had bruises on his bruises. The Bandit Princess had kept him there in the onsen for hours even after they left the water. It felt a lot like he'd been in a fight for his life instead of getting laid. Smearing some salve on one of the larger bruises, Orzsebet reminded him, "I told you not to go." Bronwyn had been terrified when they realized that the lookout had gotten himself whacked.
The King of Ooo glared at the Lady of Spies. For response, she merely pressed the wooden spatula into the bruise she'd been tending, causing him to screech like a kicked cat. "Did you learn anything," she asked? "Other than that she's fucking crazy," Finn retorted? Laying his head back against the wall, he said, "she's got a lot of fucking weapons, Orzsebet. She's been collecting them since the Lich went down. I think she started out taking orders from Penny. I think Penny gave her the job of gathering up more weapons to destroy the world. When the whole thing with the Lich came out in the open, she went rogue and set up business for herself."
The Agent Princess frowned at him. She should have known about that. She'd been well aware of the Thief King's efforts to steal the Lich's prison, but she'd considered it the usual maneuvering of gangsters. She should have known that somebody was collecting massive amounts of deadly weapons. Seeming to read her mind, Bronwyn said, "she's got men in your organization..." Finn glanced up at his paramour. "She has to have spies among the spies, Finn," said Bronwyn. Gritting her teeth, Orzsebet nodded. It made sense. It made a lot of sense when she thought about all the things she'd been accused of. Someone had been telling the Committee about the money she'd squirreled away in secret accounts in the far east.
Well," said Bronwyn, "while you were entertaining our opponent, I found our missing Queen." Finn sat up ant took notice. "In the basement of the warehouse," Bronwyn confirmed, "just like we figured. She's alone. She's awake, too. I heard her talking..." She might well have been praying. Bronwyn hadn't gotten close enough to be noticed. The last thing they needed was for Breezy to reveal that rescue was at hand. "So," said the half-bear, "what're we doing?" She sounded smug. "Planning," Finn replied. The news was good–great even–but there was still a vast gulf between them and Breezy. They had to get her out of that warehouse with just the resources they had on hand here, and they likely only had a few days to do it at the outside.
On the far side of town, their adversary was also up and working on business, having immediately summoned her minions. Seated at the head of the table, the ogress took a hit from the blunt in her left hand and blew out a cloud of licorice smoke. She was relaxed in a way that nobody could recall seeing in months. She'd gotten laid, clearly. Everybody knew it. She'd come in walking funny like somebody had busted the pussy wide open, can't close it up. Still, that hardly seemed to explain the mood. "I'm going," she said, "back to the west. Close down shop here. I have what I came for..." "I'll have the package loaded," announced her lieutenant. "No," she said, "ship it east to my stronghold. Drop some hints that the package is there. It will tie him up for months." She needed a few precious months where he wouldn't be searching for her.
Billy saves the day, and, as a reward, gets his kids back. Bronwyn's found Breezy.
And Bandit Princess... What could she be up to now? :^