Chapter 24:
"Do you have to go?"
It wasn't the sexy, see-through gown, honestly, though that didn't help much. It wasn't even the bad bod. It was that wheedling tone. Patrick found himself wanting to melt. He wanted to pull the little woman into his arms and hold her and make the terrors of the night go away. She'd confided that her father–indeed her whole family–had been murdered in cold blood. She'd been doing her best just to keep her little kingdom going when every ugly character within two-hundred miles was itching to move in. She needed him. She needed his power to protect her people. She had him captivated.
Of course, things were complicated. Things were about as complicated as it got. If it wasn't the whole, weird eskimo-brothers thing with Thor, it was the fact that Fionna was going to kill him. Patrick wasn't sure how he could face her. He wasn't really sure how he could face his mom! A part of him thought that it was ok. Finn was doing it, right? On the flipside of the coin, his morals were screaming at him. This wasn't right.
While he was fighting with his conscience, Cerelia got down on her knees and reached for his fly. The girl could suck a golf-ball through a mile of garden-hose. Patrick went weak when she unzipped him and reached for his pecker. Licking his meat, the nasty young girl said, "are you sure you want to go, Patrick?" Patrick groaned for response. As she worked him over, causing his soldier to rise to the occasion, she teased him, saying, "I'm not sure you should leave, just yet. What're you going to do for yourself when you get down the road? Use your hand?" That was almost too much, and he almost got up, but when she sucked him hard enough to hurt, Patrick gave in.
Thor came in just then, announcing, "I got the truck load..." He stopped short on the other side of the door. They'd talked about this. They'd talked about Cerelia and her pheremones, and how important it was not to stay inside with her. They'd talked about their escape plan, and how they were going to get outside and get back in their truck. They'd talked about dealing with the horny princess in the inn's common room, where there were other Purple-folk, and she dared not use her pheremones. With a dozen other women in the room, they would have been canceling each other out, letting the two men escape. Patrick had gone inside for 'one last thing', and he'd been stupid enough to go upstairs apparently. Thor had hoped she'd still be in bed, but that appeared to have been a vain hope.
Raising up from going down on Patrick, the nasty slut turned to Thor and murmured, "oh. I was afraid you'd gone. Why don't you come over and sit down?" The big man stood right where he was. The pheremones were working their magic on him. He could feel them stealing his wits. It wasn't as strong now as when he'd come into this, horny as fuck and hungry for pussy. It was still strong enough that he found himself hungering for her. He was sweating. He could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead as Cerelia rose and strode across the room.
Patrick felt a bit of a change as the little princess crossed the room. His mind began to clear. It was only when she was standing in front of Thor that he realized that she'd used her pheremones on him. He could get up now. He could get up, but he still felt like his head was full of mush, and his pants were down around his ankles, and if he got up and walked to the door, he'd walk right into her influence again. The moment passed as Cerelia shut the door and led Thor back across the room and bade him sit down beside Patrick.
Hundreds of miles to the east, Billy looked out over the future battlefield with a worried expression on his face. Olesia had used her limited powers of flight to get a look at what was coming their way, and the reports she'd given him were enough to raise his hackles. There were a lot of them. They were coming on strong in their thousands. While there were a fair number of women, many were men of fighting age. They were looking at the kind of army that could plow one of the civilized kingdoms under. Maybe several of the civilized kingdoms. This was everything Finn had feared when he proposed relocating the Tesla Barriers. They'd seen a little of this in the East with the men Shrimp Boy and his allies were stirring up. Now the same trouble was here in the west.
And Billy? He now wished his father was here. He'd gone into the business in the east thinking that he was working the issue of getting his father to consider retiring. Finally. He was working his dad up to stepping down from the business of handling these little crises. Now he saw that, much as he'd studied, he wasn't ready for this. Not by a mile.
Hand clad in an asbestos glove, Olesia Okonski stroked his hand, murmuring, "whatever you need from me..." Billy's face snapped around to find the plump girl standing there with a calm expression on her face as if she did this every day. He was starting to like her more and more. "Stay loose and ready," he said.
Stepping off, he headed over to where Lina was tinkering with the machine she'd been building for most of last night. She'd more or less torn apart their boat already, salvaging the engines. She'd run Leo ragged, racing all over town, gathering up every bit of iron they could scavenge. Then she'd put Tom and Olesia to work, melting their finds down into the finest iron wire she could make. That had gotten built up into the machine she'd presented Billy with this morning.
She called it the Area Denier. Leo called it the Fly-Swatter. Billy called it Fucking Genius. The machine would generate waves of heat strong enough to be unpleasant to those who came within a few hundred feet of it, chasing them off without actually harming them. It was the sort of war-machine a pacifist would create, and Billy found himself wanting to kiss the tall girl. This was exactly what they needed. It was a way to chase off the strangers. At the same time, he could keep his father's promise. No more death. No more war.
They had the north end of the beach covered. They had troops manning the walls with the Lizard Cavalry waiting in the wings under Leo's command to rush to any place where the enemy managed to get over the walls. And he had Tom and Olesia in reserve, just in case. Billy had ordered the lizards to build small fires all over town, enabling Olesia and Tom to move around the town at will. They were about as ready as they were going to get. "The scouts say they'll be here within a few hours," Hamest murmured.
Billy sighed heavily as he glanced over at the former forty-year-old virgin. He wasn't sure what to think about that. It was creepy to think of himself as a surrogate for his father, but he could see it was true. Hamest had, apparently, never gotten over that night. Boyfriends had come and gone, and she'd been reluctant to so much as kiss one. But Finn the Human was a tough act to follow, wasn't he? Billy had felt inadequate a couple of times himself in the last couple of years–usually when he found himself torn between the needs of the world and the needs of his family.
Turning to face her, he took her hands and said, "I will give them the chance to leave peaceably. If they don't, they'll die." She shivered at the way he said that. Stroking her cheek, he said, "go to the palace. Wait for me there. You'll be safer. It may be ugly for a while." Face flushed, she nodded. With a little shiver, she turned to go. "You really have an effect on the ladies," Lina teased. Billy flushed himself. Still, it was time to move on. He dispatched Lina to the beach to man her machine, and he sent Leo off with the cavalry. He sat himself down where he was. "I'm'a get a head start," Tom announced, as he set off for the other side of town. When he'd gone, Billy found himself alone with Olesia.
He was still a little embarrassed about what she'd seen and heard last night. When he opened his mouth to say something, the plump girl, announced, "I'll go and see where they are... Turn around, please..." Billy had just that little bit of notice, and then she was shedding the dress she was wearing. The big man spun around to avoid the embarrassment of ogling her, while she was naked. "Be right back," she declared. When Billy turned around again, she was gone, having walked out through the torch that hung on the battlement to one of the bonfires staged in the wilderness.
The warrior-wizard stayed that way for more than an hour, occasionally looking out on the world beyond the walls. There was so much that was broken on Ooo right now, and he found he understood his dad's despair at ever getting it all straightened out. You could spend a lifetime running around trying to fix it all and maybe still fail! A part of him couldn't help thinking that it was a pity his dad didn't sow the oats more when he was young. Billy could have used some help. A half-dozen brothers and sisters would have helped them put a dent in things.
"What're you thinking about," announced Olesia? Billy glanced towards the sound of her voice and stopped himself halfway there as he realized she might well be naked. With an impish laugh, she said, "they're on their way. There's a lot, William. You'd best be on your A-game today." Turning slowly towards the sound of her voice once more, he got a glimpse of her face there in the flames of the torch. "Okay," he said. "Get back here soon as you can, ok?" "Before or after you turn your back," she asked? Billy blushed, then quickly stammered, "after." And he spun away from the torch.
The sound of the flames crackling rose in volume, and then he heard the soft rustle of cloth. "Ok," she said. "I'm decent." The big man turned to face her once more, finding her standing there holding her bodice in place over those giant knockers. Billy flushed to his hair and quickly glanced away, saying, "I-I'll see you in a bit. I'm'a go check in with the Captain of the Guard." Her giggles followed him down the wall-walk. Girls. He wasn't sure he'd ever understand them the way his dad did.
Back across the sea, Patrick Petrikov found himself once again giving Cerelia the old In-and-Out, while Thor plugged her from the other end. The nasty little princess had gobbled up two loads from Patrick already, and she was working on getting a third. Thor, meanwhile, was jamming his fat dong into her south-end, making her round butt jiggle with every jab of the stick. In spite of the sensual whirlwind of getting an illicit blowjob from the lady of the town, Patrick knew he needed to stop this. It wasn't even the fact that he was cheating on Fi, though that was pretty fucking awful. Their stuff was out in the truck! They had been here for over and hour, and their stuff was sitting out in the truck unguarded, while they played hide-the-salami!
With a groan, Thor shoved his meat in deep, and Patrick knew he was shooting off. Somewhat sated, the big man pulled out his pecker. Shaking himself, he said, "w-we should go... Our stuff's in the car." It was the same thing Patrick had been thinking. Cerelia slipped her lips off of Patrick's whang and burbled, "no! Don't go! Stay a little longer!" Patrick murmured, "if we don't leave, C, it'll be too late to get on the road... Babe, we gotta' go..." Just then, Cherry announced, "it's later than you think, Mr. Petrikov." Patrick, who'd just been about to blow, glanced up to see his sister-in-law and Cherry both standing there in the doorway. His dong went from hard-as-a-rock to limp-noodle in about three seconds flat.
The chaos and shouting started then as Cerelia went scrambling for the clothing she'd discarded, while Cherry trained a pistol on her, telling her to stop right where she was. "H-how dare you," the princess demanded?! "Guards!" As the little princess shouted for her soldiers, Star came striding across the room, pregnant belly swaying with every step, and slapped her so hard, Patrick felt it. Indeed, Star grabbed Cerelia by her long, black hair and looked perilously like she'd pull it out by the roots. She all but dragged the younger girl back across the room and threw her, naked, at Cherry's feet.
"What happened to Bertoli, kid," she demanded? "That cocksucker owes me a pile of money." Cerelia howled, "they killed my daddy! That bitch killed my daddy and threw me to her guards!" Patrick opened his mouth to intervene, but Cherry coldly told him, "pull your pants up, kid. You look like a fool." As Patrick and Thor both pulled their pants up, Cherry launched into an interrogation of the terrified princess.
It all came spilling out. The mystery woman her dad had brought home. The men who'd stormed their house while he was busy. The moment the mystery woman came out carrying Prince Bertoli's head and threw it in his son's lap. "I-I've been giving them everything," Cerelia wailed. "She took all the money we had. I don't have anything left. I had to give the King the rest." When Patrick sought to intervene again, Star silenced him with a look. Cherry, who now occupied the chair near the door, demanded, "what else have you been giving this woman, kid? Who is she?" When the girl hesitated to speak, Star drew one of her momma's deadly arrows, shouting, "you think we're playing?!" For Cerelia, things were shaping up for another very long day.
Later that same day, Billy found himself watching in growing worry and unease as thousands upon thousands of people came marching up out of the wilderness. Olesia had kept him apprised of their progress in her uncanny way. Billy had sweated the hours out as the horde got closer and closer and then closer still. He'd had to respond to a couple of frightened inquiries from the palace already, but he feared Hamest's reaction to what he was seeing in front of him now.
As the young hero watched, the horde came in close, stopping within a bow-shot of the outer walls. Billy could sense the fear around him, and he found himself wondering how many nameless towns in the wastes had emptied out to produce this. Steadying up, he wove a spell and shouted to the oncoming mass, declaring, "stay where you are! You aren't welcome here! If you go back north to the barrier, you will be fed! The King of Ooo..." "You walled us out," came a shout! "You kept us from the food! We know you've got it! Now we'll take it! We'll take your lives too!"
It was an ugly threat, and Billy went straight at the talker, shouting, "I'll have the names of the men who resorted to butchering and cannibalism! They're going to be punished! The rest can go!" "You think you can stop us," shouted the man in the crowd?! He made it sound absurd. "I'm Billy the Human," the big man replied. "You better believe I can stop you." He wasn't sure if that gave them pause or not. Nobody responded, and nobody moved forward. That was better than the alternative.
Just when he was considering trying to coax them to go back north one more time, the pack started moving, as one, towards the west. He knew exactly what they were doing. They were going for the opening in the wall. Drawing his phone, he sent a message to Lina. It was time for her to go into action. Down at the beach, the cyborg girl climbed aboard her strange contraption. Flicking a couple of switches, she powered the unit up and sent it lurching into motion on a half-dozen spindly legs.
Stepping carefully over the soft sand of the beach, Lina scanned the distant army. There were a lot of them. There were enough that she was now unsure of her own plan. She'd seen piles of mutants overwhelm such a weapon before. If they had enough of a crowd behind them, even if the pain was unbearable, it might not be possible for them to disengage and run. Forwards, Lina, she thought. The alternative was unacceptable. These sick bastards would massacre the Lizard-folk and eat them!
The crowd of humanoids didn't know quite what they were witnessing as the machine edged forward. Lina soon gave them to understand just what it was that they were seeing. Setting the machine to its lowest setting, she sent pulses of painful heat into the packed mass, stopping them in their tracks. They wavered there a moment, and she knew they were wondering if that itchy/too-warm feeling was real. She knew exactly what they were thinking because she'd been subjected to this herself–to get a feel for what it could and couldn't do for you. Now, as the horde made up their minds, she turned the dial up a few notches. Then, as their leaders harangued them to go forward, she dialed it up again.
Small groups broke off then, racing to get away. Others kept on moving closer, forcing her to dial the machine up to three-quarters of its maximum power. That did manage to get them moving, as several large clumps broke off, forcing their leaders to go chasing after them. The rest moved east once more. As she watched them–and kept an eye on the break-aways–the lovely cyborg-woman dialed up her hubby. "Leo," she said, "Comin' your way." "Yes, dear," he said, "and thanks."
The strangers announced themselves at the main gate with a battering ram. They were greeted by the Lizard cavalry, who'd run around the south-west end of the wall and into the open terrain south of the city. Leo was in the lead, standing tall in the saddle as his cavalry rushed into the breech, wielding spears and bows, as they laid into the enemy. He was torn. He knew Lina hated war and bloodshed, and he knew all about King Finn's determination to end violence on Ooo. At the same time, these were the tools he knew. He didn't have a fancy machine to keep Hamest's people safe. He only had his trusty sword and pistol.
The Lizard Guard waded on in, slashing through the disorganized mass, with their riding-lizards wreaking havoc of their own as they slashed and snapped at anything that got close. Some of the strangers got trampled. Other's got shredded by flailing lizard-claws. Still others were shot or stabbed as the cavalry tore through. Wheeling about on the far side, Leo went ripping through them again and then he did it again.
By the third assault, the enemy had regained their composure, and the opposition was intense enough that the Lizard-Guard broke the engagement off and went running for the gates. Leo could hear the enemy leadership behind them shouting for the invaders to give chase. They were going to try and breach the gates while the Lizard-Guard were bottled up there trying to escape. Of course, Leo had thought of that already.
Stopping before the gates, the Lizard-Guard traded bow-fire with their foes, felling men by the dozens. Closer those people came and then closer still. And then, just as the lizard-folk were getting nervous–and the enemy was finding the range–Leo gave the order to retreat. As the enemy came rushing up after them, the cavalry went riding up and over the wall, aided by their mount's sticky feet. Almost immediately the guards on the wall came up and began pouring bow-fire and boiling oil down on the enemy's heads.
That did break the charge, and the enemy retreated, rushing back the way they'd come. Unfortunately, just as Billy had feared, they didn't leave. They simply moved back out of range. They were going to stand and fight. And more precious lives were going to be lost. "Fuck," he muttered. They weren't going to make this an easy job at all. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want this to be a bloody massacre, but the Lizard people didn't deserve to be murdered and eaten either.
Back in Bormio, Cerelia was in the process of spilling her guts. As Thor and Patrick watched, Cherry prized information out of the hapless noble–information Cerelia scarcely knew she had. Firing questions at her like bursts of machine gun fire, the Mafia Princess learned all sorts of interesting tidbits about the men who'd hit the Candy Palace and their employers. Cerelia had been told to give the soldiers who'd come through anything they needed. She'd given them food and fuel for their vehicles. She'd given them the run of the town, which they'd used to essentially run amok for a couple of days before moving on. She'd heard them say they were moving on to Emerald Kingdom, heading south and east through the wilds east of Laurel Kingdom to get there. Their paymaster was there with the money they were to receive.
"Were there women with them," Cherry demanded? "Did they have prisoners?" "N-no," stammered the purple-person. "I-it was just a bunch of soldiers. I never saw anybody else." She'd seen more than she wanted of them. They'd beaten up her old boyfriend and left him laying in the hospital, and they'd set fire to several homes along with abusing some of the peasant girls from neighboring farms. She'd only been spared because they'd been told not to touch her.
"Alright, princess," growled Cherry, as she tossed the robe Cerelia had been wearing in the young woman's face. "I'll be in touch. You owe me. Since these people have wronged you, they'll be sanctioned." Patrick shivered at the cold way she said that. She meant murder. Cherry intended to murder these guys–not that Patrick wanted to stand in the way, mind you. They sounded like they deserved it. The young girl gathered up the clothing she'd been tossed and raced into the bedroom, slamming the door. "Get your shit together," said Cherry. "I want to look at some things before we leave here."
Rising from the chair she'd sat in, the Boss of Bosses blew out of there just like she'd blown in. Star, meanwhile, had crossed to Thor, who still knelt on the floor. "We're going to talk," she said. "Later." Without so much as a by-your-leave, she slapped him hard enough to be heard in the next room. Then she turned and followed Cherry out the door. The two hapless patsies shot to their feet, and, while Patrick wanted to look in on Cerelia, he knew better. The pair practically crowded the door in their rush to get out of that room.
Back in Lizard Kingdom, the five heroes were still battling the raiders for the survival of the Lizard-folk. Billy was rushing from place to place on the wall, rallying the troops to thwart storming parties, while Lina and Tom did their best to keep them from swarming through the gap at the beach. The body count was rising, and Billy was terrified that they'd end up having to kill them all. It was a monstrous idea that had his stomach churning. It helped not at all that the Ice-Tiara was there in the back of his mind egging him on.
The Tiara wanted him to use its power. He knew that as he knew his mother's name. His grand-dad had, ironically, been focused subconsciously on the evil side of the Ice-Crown when he'd conjured Simone Petrikova from his imagination. The Ice-Tiara he'd imagined was a far more sinister entity than the Crown was and always had been. Billy knew the consequences of using the Tiara's power, though. He was well and truly familiar with what the Tiara would do if it could control him. And that control was just a slippery-slope away if he began to rely on its power.
"What're you thinking," Olesia asked? "Thinking of going all in," he rumbled. The plump elemental frowned in puzzlement. She'd seen the handsome warrior-wizard do some pretty amazing things already. It seemed hard to believe that he was holding back. "I'm... I'm risking losing control," he admitted. "I'm not completely in control of this power, princess." Before she could open her mouth to admonish him against reckless risk, though, the swarms of people began to gather themselves again. They were like a flood–a flood that he was desperately trying to break somehow. Trouble was, he didn't want to kill them, and they were starting to realize that fact.
That's it, he thought. That's the problem. He was getting it wrong. His father showed mercy, but only after showing that he could and would kill you to a man. Mercy untempered by consequences was just as deadly as wrath untempered by mercy. "Stand back," Billy shouted! Olesia darted back. Calling on the power of the Tiara, Billy let it fill him, feeling his limbs grow chill. He felt his core-temperature drop to the point where his blood seemed like ice in his veins.
And then he began to fly.
The Ice King's heir soared into the sky, rising high over the city. For a moment, he let the power fill him. He floated there on the wind, feeling the air chill around him. On a warm fall day, snow began to fall from the sky. It was a scene the lizard-folk had never scene before. Indeed, the air was slowly chilling from the tips of Billy's feet to the ground below. Calling on the power of the Tiara, the young warrior shouted, "I warned you! I warned you that I'd kill you all if it came to that. My patience grows thin! I'll gladly slay the lot of you and leave your bones in the fields to fertilize the harvest!"
As he spoke, the people in that horde began to feel the cold. Floating downwards so he was more visible to them, he brought the chill with him, causing frost to coat the ground. The horde stopped where it was. Olesia focused her second-sight on the torches the invaders carried. They'd defiantly declared that they would burn the city and its food-stores if they couldn't have them. Now the elemental girl found herself watching their leaders–down in the pack–haranguing and entreating the horde to move. They thought Billy was bluffing, but she'd seen the look in his eyes just then. He'd been prepared to do them in–to kill them all. He was going all in–taking a terrible risk. She would do the same. She had to.
Billy could see them wavering. He could see them wavering between life and death. He could tell their leaders were ready to pursue this until doomsday. It felt as though they refused to be stopped. As the big man was screwing up his courage to commit mass-murder, a second sinister voice announced, "you can be burned by fire or ice. Take your pick..." Blasts of incandescent flame burst in strategic places amongst the packed masses. Billy glanced up to see a incandescent mote of fire blazing across the sky in slow, lazy circles. Olesia. She was burning herself up. They had to end this.
"Who else wants to die," he snarled?! Gesturing, he caused hundreds of men in the first rank to freeze solid, coating them in ice a foot thick. It was horrific bloodshed–the sort of thing that kept Leo Pedersen up at night. He'd thought Billy had power, and this was horrifying confirmation. Mercifully, the horde began to melt away then. The continuing concussive blasts of Olesia's hellfire harrying them on their way.
Fearful of the damage he might cause in his current condition, Billy turned for the beach, alighting from the sky with a thud, looking as if he were barely in control. When Lina might have run to him, Leo held her back. He'd seen what the Ice Crowns could do firsthand on the Lich's island. Billy knelt there a moment, and there was madness in his eyes. "Are you alright," announced a familiar voice. Forcing the Ice Tiara out of his mind, Billy turned towards the sound of Olesia's voice, intending to thank her.
The big man felt his mouth come open as he caught sight of the plump girl standing there in the altogether. His mind was blown, and all he could think was, wow! A corner of his mind thought of Phoebe. His dad was hittin' that. He'd kind of puzzled over how it was possible to bang a chick made of fire, but he'd gotten himself used to that. He had a half-brother and sister after all. Olesia erased all the puzzlement from his mind. Her power spent almost to nothing, the younger woman was shockingly solid. The young princess was all woman–with broad, curvy hips, a slight paunch to her stomach, and big, pendulous knockers that defied gravity. All the parts were there in their proper places. He found himself drooling for a moment. And that was when Lina swooped in and threw a rough tarp over Olesia's shoulders. Spell broken, Billy quickly turned away.
Just then, Hamest blew onto the scene. The Lizard Princess rushed in and threw herself on Billy the Human, declaring, "I was so worried..." Billy tried to push her away, declaring, "you shouldn't be so close. I'm dangerous to you right now." He knew his body was bitterly cold. And, if that wasn't enough, he also had a huge fucking boner from ogling Olesia's bad body–a condition she had to feel. "I don't give a damn for that," Hamest murmured, as she pressed her body in tight against his. He could feel body heat leeching out of her and into his body. Taking her wrists, he pulled her hands away from his, showing her that she was perilously close to getting frostbite. "Hamest," he pleaded. "Go back to the palace. I'll see you tonight... Let me get this all cleaned up, and I'll see you later. After I've... gotten back to normal."
Heart in her eyes, the Lizard Princess stared at him for a few minutes. After a few moments, she nodded. Billy let her go, and she went back to her carriage and climbed aboard. Billy turned his attention back to his companions. "How's the machine," he asked? "It's on the ragged edge," Lina replied, "but with the junk those idiots left, I think I can get it back together and maybe build a second." Nodding, Billy said, "we'll have to do something. We chased them off, but there's enough that maybe they might come back." And they couldn't stay. They had to get back on the trail of Princess Nieve.
Turning to Olesia, Billy apologized for ogling her. The plump princess gave him a sweet smile and asked, "did we do well?" "We hurt more than I'd like," he admitted, "but it went better than I'd feared." "I can handle a little staring," she said. Striding closer, the plump girl said, "this might help you." He could feel the Ice Tiara's rage, but the feel of her body heat actually did help him. "Thanks," he offered. "Thanks for all your help, Princess. I'm glad you came with us." Lina grinned as the plump girl flushed to her blazing hair. Yeah, she was his. He just had to call it.
Near to hand, the lizard-folk found themselves fighting with the preternatural cold that their savior had brought to their city. Many looked to the other elemental as a way to beat the chill, and Tom found himself surrounded. "Ok," burbled Tom, as he glanced at the lizards crowding in on either side of him. "This is kinda' creepy." The sight of that had all of his companions howling laughter. Chuckling at Tom's discomfort, Billy said, "let's get this cleaned up. O? Where'd you leave your dress. I'll go get it..."
Late that evening, Billy returned to the palace with his companions to find a summons waiting on him. They'd been at it for hours, trying to organize a more permanent defense against the people coming out of the wastes. Not that Billy had been in a great hurry to come back here.
He'd been dreading this encounter. He knew exactly what Hamest was going to do when she saw him, and he wasn't sure he wanted to do the big dramatic scene with her. He didn't want another woman in his life. He wasn't sure he was happy with what he had, and he was certain that she wouldn't be happy with him. A lizard-person and an ice-wizard? There was only one combination maybe worse than that.
His mind kept going back to Olesia. Standing there in all her glory. Yeah, she was a little plump, but fuck if he didn't want to bang the shit out of her. Knowing that his dad was hitting Phoebes on a regular basis–that Phoebes had twice ended up in a family-way–he knew it was at least possible to fuck the elemental girl. At the same time, he was terrified of the consequences. His little brother and sister almost hadn't made it to be born.
Folding the paper up, the big man turned to his companions and said, "better get ready to scoot come morning. We'll be driving out of here... I'm thinking up and over the mountains... Tom or Olesia can maybe melt the barrier up there if it's still in place. That should get us to Emerald Kingdom in maybe another week or so." Lina and Leo promised to do just as he'd asked, as Billy headed down the hall towards the private quarters.
Stopping outside the door, the big man would have knocked, but the guard on duty announced, "go on in... Her Highness said you should be admitted right away." Billy squared up, thinking of his father, ironically. His dad had ducked and dodged this a lot. Even after being essentially told to do it, he'd dodged it as best he could. Entanglements, Billy, he thought. His dad was trying to avoid the emotional entanglements that lonely girls like this tended to develop. His wives hadn't understood just what they were suggesting he do. Pump-and-dump a colleague. Billy feared that wasn't going to be enough with Hamest.
Stepping into the broiling-hot room beyond, he was almost immediately struck by the brutal heat inside. Stepping out from behind a screen, wearing something soft and sexy in see-through spider-silk, the Lizard Princess announced, "I thought it might help you... recover..." The heat had him ready to wilt. At the same time, what she was wearing had him hungry to fuck. It was another of the twisted ironies of his life. He was a dude, and she wasn't fucking bad to look at. He didn't want to use her, but she made it damned hard to refuse. "Come and eat," she murmured, taking his arm. He couldn't help noticing the bandages on her hand, as she led him to the table.
The big man stopped her there in the middle of the room. Taking those hands, he brought them to his face and said, "Hamest... Do you understand what you're setting yourself up for with this... with me...? I'm dangerous for you... Do you understand that?" "I understand that I'm happy for once," she retorted. "I understand that well enough." Billy sighed heavily. He'd tried. He could say he tried. Taking her hands, he brought the injured palms to his lips and kissed them. Taking her by the wrist, he drew her over to the heavily laden dinner table and sat down, pulling her into his lap.
The pretty blonde snuggled in against him, as he began to work his way through dinner. They shared dinner that way, nibbling off of his plate, while they talked softly. He wasn't sure when or if he'd ever be back this way, and he made sure she understood that. He had... commitments. It was another ugly reminder of the world his father found himself in. Always racing and running. He's managing it, Bill, the young man thought. You have to figure this out. You have no choice. Noemi, Rags, and Abieuwa can't be at your side all the time. And his kids would likely end up with their moms. He had to figure out how to raise a pack of kids when he was bouncing in and out of their lives.
As they got to the bottom of the plate, Hamest made it clear that she was hungry for something else. Turning to face him, she pressed her lips to his, teasing his mouth with that rough little tongue. He'd heard the term 'lizard-kisser', but honestly he didn't mind this one. His hand stroked her long, lean leg. As his fingers glided across her skin, it would slowly turn a soft, pale white and then go back to normal when his fingers had passed. He could feel her body-heat leeching into him a little, but it wasn't nearly as bad as before. The Ice Tiara was letting go of him. Slowly.
The young prince stroked her back, feeling minute bumps there. It made him think of all his dad's various lovers. Phoebes and Nadia and Bonnie herself. And Cherry. His dad was fucking the little soda-pop girl, which was weird on its face. She looked like a walking statue of frozen soda–a statue with big freakin' knobs. And Bonnie was made of candy. Shoko had kissed him on the lips once when they were kids, and she'd tasted like pineapple bubblegum! And of course the closest Finn had come to something like this was the Lamprey Princess. Billy couldn't imagine what Sheila was like in the sack. Well, he hadn't until now.
Billy's right hand caressed her inner thighs, causing her to shiver and tremble. Her butt was wriggling around on his lap, telling him she was getting into this. Pulling her nighty open, he stroked her perky left booby with his other hand, causing her to moan softly. "More," she whined. Sliding his hand up her thigh, Billy rubbed the back of his knuckle against her snatch, hunting her joy-button. When he found it, her hands clenched on his wrist, the talons sinking in deep. Billy bit back a yelp of pain in favor of reaching down and unfastening her hands from his arm. He would have to do something about that.
Picking the lizard-girl up, he carried her into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him. Laying her there on the bed, he jerked the case off one of the girly pillows the bed was decorated with and tied Hamest's wrists to the bed-frame. It was just like JJ. It was a little weird to be thinking of that, but he couldn't help the thought.
Now, with her immobilized and right where he wanted her, Billy began to stroke and caress her body, teasing her perky, pointy tits, causing her skin to shift colors from red to purple to white and back, while her nips popped, standing out hard from her knobs. Leaning down, he flicked the right one with his tongue before going full-contact with it, sucking on it hard enough to make her squeal. Her hips were wriggling around again, as he began to stroke her snatch through her damp panties.
Soft cries left her lips as he worked her over, teasing at her heaving titties with his lips and tongue and occasionally stopping to smother her with heated kisses. When she went over the edge, her butt surged off the bed, and she shrieked loud enough that he knew the guard outside could hear it. He remembered his dad's words. It was one thing for a princess to have a guard or two think she was a ho. A guard could be bribed to shut up. It was another for her to be thought of as nasty by the general public. He'd have to be on guard against giving her a reputation.
In the right now, he grabbed hold of those slimy panties and snatched them off her ass. A breathless Hamest immediately cocked those long legs wide. The pretty blonde was licking her lips as Billy got out of his shirt and pants. When his pecker came into view, she began pleading with him to hurry. Billy slipped into the bed and climbed aboard, pressing his big pole against her snatch. "Ooaaaaah," howled the princess as he began to rail her. Billy pressed his lips against hers to try and stifle some of the cries, but it was a vain effort. The deeper he went and the harder he stuck her, the more she thrashed until, head thrown back, she began to scream.
Her arms and hands tensed and flexed, and he knew his back would have been torn to ribbons if he hadn't tied her up. At the same time, it was some of the best pussy he'd ever had. He hardly remembered fucking Abieuwa that first time. He'd have to admit he couldn't have told you a thing about it. Noemi was much the same. She'd said he was an animal–that he'd left her walking bow-legged when he got done–but he'd been almost as badly drugged as with Abeiuwa. This was on par with anything he'd gotten with Rags.
He could feel her go over the first time. And then, just a few minutes later, she climaxed again, her tail bashing into his knees hard enough to hurt. Billy kept on giving it to her, going faster and faster, losing himself in the feel of this. The third time, they went over together, Hamest squealing as he shot off inside her, and Billy squeezing her ass hard enough to leave marks. As he collapsed against her, the warrior-wizard thought, gonna' be a pretty good night...
A little more action and a little more service this time. Thor's in hock, and Cherry's now running the show. Billy's opened relations with Bowsette, and there are elemental entanglements waiting in the wings as the rollercoaster ride continues.