Chapter Thirteen
The Great Lusus Heist
Damara Megido / Cronus Ampora
Rated: T
The dame cautiously knocked on the door to the private investigator's office.
"Come in," the detective said. She entered, shutting the door softly behind her. "Ah, Ms. Serket. Vwhatewver can I do for you?"
"Detective Ampora, please, I beg of you. The Lusus of poor Rufioh has gone missing!"
"The leader of the Lost Boys gang? Forget it, dame. I got more important things to do." He struck up a cigarette when she slapped a photo on his desk. He turned slowly, examining the snapshot.
"Rufioh believe she stole it. They go way back." Detective Ampora grimaced.
"You SURE about this?"
"Yes. Please, Cronus. Do this one favor?" Aranea bent over subtly. "For me?"
"Sawve the cleawvage, doll. This ain't for you." He burned his cigarette against the photo of the violet-blooded troll. "This is personal."
"Cronus Ampora," he said, flashing his credentials to the large, blue-blooded guard troll. "Friend of the ovwner." The large troll bouncer spoke on a headset, paused, then nodded, moving aside. The club had a strange rainbow motif, with lasers and lights flashing over the misty fog that covered the dance floor. Cronus made his way to a table in the far back, far from the action. It was dark lit only by a pair of gleaming eyes with red irises.
"Damara," Cronus said in greeting as he approached. "Alvways a pleasure."
"あなたも、魚の男の子。"
"Novw, novw. No name calling. You hawve intel on the girl, don't you?" Damara grimaced, lips pursed in a thin line.
"ここにいない。我々は秘密裏にこれの多くを話すでしょう。" Cronus glanced around. Indeed, several trolls were shooting them odd glances.
"Good idea. Any idea vwhere at?"
"最上階ペントハウス。"
"Lap of luxury, eh, Damara? Alright, lead the vway." Cronus followed the crimson-blood past the drunks and strippers to the elevator. Using the club's key, she pressed the penthouse button, and the elevator rumbled to a start.
"Vwhat do you know, Megido?" Cronus asked softly.
"我々はここで話すことは安全ではありません。" She gestured toward the ceiling, where a small camera and microphone were inset. He stood quietly until they reached the top floor, and the elevator doors slid open. The room was decorated with Japanese-style memorobelia and posters of anime. Cronus never had the taste for those Japanese comics.
"さて、シードゥエラー。" Damara said, stripipng her low-cut red blouse to the floor, revealing her supple breasts. "あなたは私から情報を性交するつもりですか？" Cronus grinned, undoing his pants.
"Only if I must, doll." She grabbed him and pulled him into a long, hard kiss. He returned it, throwing off his duster and shirt. Damara knelt down, removing his boxers and slowly licking each tentacle of his bulge. He grinned and threaded his hand into her hair.
"That feels real good, doll." He groaned as her tongue slid up and down each one and she came up grinning, purple slime running down her chin. He grabbed her and threw her back onto the bed, climbing on top so their tentabulges intertwined. She groaned and writhed as he panted, grinding his bulge against hers harder and faster.
"はい、はい、より速く、より！" He panted, feeling the shivering-shocking feeling climbing up his spine, until finally he groaned loud, his body feeling aflame. After a moment, he flopped down onto the bed, panting.
"Jeez, doll, that vwas-" He turned to see Damara, pointing a gun at him. "Oh. Vwell, then-"
"あなたは本当にあなたが住んでいるだろうと思った？私は私のリーダーを離れて与えるだろうか？"
"C'mon, doll, be reasonable. Here, I'll even let you go. No interrogation, no guns. I'm unarmed." Suddenly, the elevator pinged lightly. Damara turned her attention from Cronus, and he lunged, smashing the gun up into her face.
"Freethe, thuckerth!" The rookie Captor screamed as he entered, swinging his pistol around.
"No need, Mituna, I got her," Cronus said with a smile, cuffing the red-blooded troll. "Novw, doll. Tell em ewverything you knovw about Meenah."
To be continued?
I always sort of viewed Cronus as less of a greaser and more of a detective? Idk why. He just seemed to have that "PRIVATE EYE" thing going on. And I had a request for Damara/Cronus, so there you go. ^u^