A.N. - After this chapter, things are gonna start diverging much harder from what's in my Snippets thread.
What's Changed -
Koyanskaya's in his soul now, quite literally. He captures Valencio the assassin and sends him off to Osira to speak about selling her things. Also, the SI's mom calls when he meets Opala. And he has a bit of a vision.
I didn't expect to be selling the protagonist of the story within the first day of working for the Company, but here we were.
The man that shared a name with me struggled and fought under the tight wrappings, angry sounds entirely muffled by a jaw held tightly shut by the wrappings of threaded will, even as they seeped into his skin and soul.
Jake was struggling in the dark cloth of my Shroud as I did my best Darth Vader impression, squeezing the imaginary throat with my grasp and focusing on the man and my desire, no, determination to capture and sell this obnoxious prick.
The fucking hero of Egypt of the first game in the Legend of Queen Opala series, one of the few canon characters capable of getting all three of the hottest and titular ladies of this hentai series.
And he was such an obnoxious prick.
The angry muffled noise he made tugged a bit at my heartstrings, but not enough to matter. Even if it meant my whole plan for the initial part of the setting, to just be his shadow and follow through the plot until I got to my real goal.
The royal family of Egypt. Opala, the current queen, and a sweet if slightly airheaded young woman. Farah, the mother and former queen, an extremely sexual milf. And my personal favorite, the black sheep of the family.
Osira, the Dark Empress, a woman of strength, power, viciousness, ambition, and concentrated will. The main villain of the first game and a major villain of the second.
Because of how the plot of the first game went, following after the protagonist was the quickest and easiest way to make non-confrontational contact with the royal family, and from there woo the ladies. It was no small temptation, the chance to woo, to seduce, to empower and love, to make a life with this terrifying and beautiful woman. Even if this setting didn't have enough high-value targets to completely pay off my debt, I didn't expect it to be too high stress and demand my attention such that I couldn't keep in contact with my family.
And the entirety of the first part of my plan was flushed down the metaphorical drain because holy fuck screw this guy.
It was then that the capture finalized, and with a twitch of my thumb, I sold him off like valuable but useless trash.
With a quiet beep, he was gone, and the fabric of my Shroud collapsed in on nothing.
Well done. Now you can entirely supplant him in the narrative rather than riding his coattails. I could feel soft hands on my shoulders as the voice purred in my ear, How's it feel? To sell off your first slave?
If anything? I felt satisfaction.
I recalled my Shroud with the deliberate thought of wearing it again, the mystic fabric returning with the aggressive sound of ruffling cloth, wrapping around my shoulders as a loose mantle once more.
A quick glance confirmed that no one else was in the alley we'd been dipping down, someone had glanced down here, but a jaunty wave and smile sent them hurrying down the thoroughfare.
Ooh, I was worried you would be a wet blanket, it looks like you might actually be interesting. Koyanskaya purred in my ear.
Look, for all that I like to think that I'm very patient with horrible takes on things or bigotry or sexism or such, I responded to the voice in my head as I moved down the alleyway, I'm consistently surprised by how angry actual instances of them make me.
With a soft sigh, I moved on down the alleyway, looking at the associated game on my phone to at least keep in the right general area. I'd been able to get it onto my Smart Device with little trouble thankfully, multiversal slaving company or not they did good work with soul-bound smartphones. The world didn't match up with the videogame on a 1:1 ratio, it was an RPGmaker game and this was a living, breathing world that actually had to support a capital city of a nation-state adjacent entity. It was a lot bigger than it was in the games, even accounting for the walling off the game did to give the impression of more space.
You're an employee of a multiversal sexual slaving company. And Jake's sexism bothered you.
I couldn't help it, I made a bit of a face at the taunt from in my head, … I mean, yeah? He just kept saying stuff about the women around us and such an utter disregard for their agency that I… well. I sighed, putting away my smart phone as I moved through the crowded streets. Look, I didn't expect him to be so bad in person. And, admittedly, I felt super possessive there when he mentioned owning Opala's ass.
I thought you didn't feel jealousy. The spirit teased.
I blame you. I retorted bluntly, if in mostly good humor.
My coadjutor, the new additional component in my soul that was supposed to be my 'trainer', hummed. Seeing hints of his thoughts and desires at the corners of your vision, and the potential his destinies had probably didn't help. Still… it's only a first step on your debt, if you don't make more progress by your next performance review…
Yeah yeah. You get to eat me. I thought, remembering how it'd been explained. After I'd selected my onboarding package and my boss had stuffed a fragment of herself into me. Still, I've just got to play the role of protagonist for a bit. Be an inarticulate horndog willing to sell out a country for a hot chick. And right now, I've got to find the assassin and get the Royal Guard armor.
The Shroud can easily become the armor. She noted.
Yeah, but I don't want to overly butterfly the game-story this early, at least until we've made contact with Osira and… well, started down the evil path.
Again.
-oOo-
The blazing sun was already on its down when I finally found the prick.
Green eyes peeked out at me from under a brown hood and over a purple face covering, "... yeah?"
"Hey, might sound like a weird question," I said somewhat casually, pointing at the smaller man. "But do you know where I might be able to find a Royal Guard outfit?"
He stared up at me silently for an awkwardly long time before asking, "... are you Striker?"
I couldn't help but give him a befuddled look before saying, "Uh, yeah?" In my most 'a-duh' voice possible.
"... fine. Here is the key." He passed over a rusty, simple thing, "… enter the smallest house on the west side of the road in this area and use the key on the chest. Remember, we never talked."
Good. Now capture him.
Koyanskaya's voice nearly made me jump with its intensity. And I stared at the key, turning it over in my hand for a moment as I tried to process that. ... wouldn't that tip off Osira…? Couldn't his loyalty to her make things difficult?
It's a possibility. She admitted. But easy to work around. Send him back to her with information about what you can do for her and offer your services rather than Strikers. Koyanskaya purred, Get her to be a client.
Looking back up at the lean man, something probably showed in my face because his already rigid stance tensed even further. I pointed the key at him, "Smallest house on the west side of the thoroughfare to be sure?"
The silence stretched, and I tilted my head inquisitively, considering the best vector. But finally, he answered, "... yes."
"Okay." I nodded and everything happened at once.
The knife scratched at my chin like my cat's claws as the mystic threads of my Shroud exploded out with my will-! The man tried to leap backwards and away as the dark fabric chased him like the tide, but his own choice of location restricted his movements- going up the wall-!
Black fabric snapped out and covered the entire wall as it shoved forward-!
He hit the wall with a solid *whud-!*, pinned like a fly. My hand held out to help with the visualization and focus, I narrowed my concentration and with it the mystic fabric itself on the wall, even as the fabric grew more threads like roots around the assassin.
He's too high. Someone might see him.
I didn't respond to Koya's note with actual words, instead launching the fabric from the wall and focusing on making it snake around the still struggling man. It felt like effort to restrain him, in a way that Jake hadn't been, my body tensing with the effort as I pushed his limbs together and the man into a rigid stance, pinning his arms to his sides and locking him in place. For all that he was clearly superhuman in his strength and capability, he had no leverage and couldn't just casually shred the steel-like cloth.
Pinning him to the ground, I could feel the Shroud seep into him the way you could see dye seep into a soup or the warmth of a heat vent after being in snow. It'd take some time at this rate…
Entangling and wrapping him up, I added layers on top of that again, and again, and again until I'd wrapped him up like a still wriggling corpse in a rug.
With only the slightest bit of effort, I forced a hand beneath the rug and hefted it onto my shoulder. Thankfully, with the corporate improvements, even his full weight was more like lifting a big, awkward block of styrofoam as opposed to someone who weighed about what I did.
It was surprisingly easy to walk with just enough of a bounce in my step to make his squirming look like the bouncing of a rolled-up carpet.
Mm. That was… inelegant. Murmured in my ear disapprovingly as we moved at a brisk little pace out of the alleyway, humming to cover the already heavily muffled sounds from the assassin. Good idea to hum though.
Thank you. But agreed. I need more practice. I waved jauntily to the first person I noticed giving me a look, moving down the thoroughfare and towards the other side of it.
It took several minutes to move to the cross-over to the other part of the district, passing by people and dipping around both camels as well as carts carrying goods. And it took another couple minutes to actually find the smallest house on this side of the major street. In that time period, the assassin over my shoulder had stopped squirming, the technomagical enslavement fabric having saturated his body and soul, a portion of my will and soul breaking off to become a part of the man it had infused.
The lock made just a bit of a grinding sound as it was opened by the rusty key, but that it worked was all I needed to know as I walked in and set the bundle on the floor of the room. I took the time to open the chest, laying out the armor and the note.
It was only then that I held out a hand to assist with the focus, and recalled the Shroud of power. The concealing rug and cloth dissolved like cotton candy dropped in water-
My head jerked back as the knife blurred right at my face-
Only to stop, trembling, the wickedly curved piece of silver didn't glint in the dim light of the room, but had stopped only a few inches from my face.
Won't lie, bit of a brown pants moment even if that couldn't have worked.
I looked from the knife to the green eyes of Valencio, wide, angry, confused, there were a number of emotions in them. But he was silent, having found himself stopped in his attempt to murder me, but not shifting from his position.
He won't be the first to speak. Koyanskaya whispered in my ear.
"You work for me now." I said simply, folding my hands together and taking a seat on one of the nearby barrels. "In addition to your prior loyalties. And those are why we are speaking in this way. You work for Osira."
Valencio twitched just the slightest bit, even as he kept the knife pointed my way.
"Good. I would speak with her. I have much to offer the Dark Empress. Particularly if her goals are what I expect them to be." I picked up the note that had accompanied the 'stolen' armor, very deliberately folding it up as I held his gaze, "I will not be kidnapping Opala at this time. If I understand Osira's goals, I believe I may better implement them by 'revealing' this attempt on her life and getting into her good graces."
Green eyes narrowed, but the man still remained silent.
"You will return to Osira and make this known to the Dark Empress. I offer not only an Egypt singing her praises, but routes to immortality and the slaying of gods."
From the looks of things, the binding had changed his outfit slightly. It was still a tightly trimmed full body outfit, black pants, a blue doublet, with enough belts and wrappings to make a Square Enix character proud, but that was in service to the number of knives he kept on his person. But it was trimmed tighter, the brown cloak he'd worn having become a vibrant royal purple, and the pattern on his shirt now more reminiscent of lotuses.
There was no response from the man once more, silence greeting me. We both let it stretch, though I held his gaze calmly. It actually stretched for longer than I'd have liked, blinking, after several minutes I finally tilted my head, "Do you have any questions?"
His focus still on me like a laser beam, he finally spoke, "What do you want?"
"Mm. Many things. But relevant to you and her?" I grinned, "I want to see her smile."
-oOo-
The Royal Guard armor wasn't comfortable, especially in comparison to the tailored outfit the Company had provided, let alone the Shroud itself.
Looked reasonably snazzy, the burnished bronze and deeply orange dyed cotton, essentially a higher quality and more distinctive version of what the average guards I'd already ran across wore.
What was comfortable was how easy it was to walk through the palace with utterly minimal social engineering.
It made a fair bit of sense why Osira's people thought this plan would work if you had someone remotely combat capable and with minimal social adroitness. Send a mercenary into the palace, kill the big cat, drug the queen, and kidnap her, all laid out in the letter in my pocket.
Osira's opsec wasn't great, but, y'know. Evil minions and competence and all that.
The palace was on a small island in the Nile, which I was 95% sure didn't exist in my timeline. Set in a ring of sandstone hills, with an opening that framed the palace for the capital from the island, I could easily see why it'd been chosen and was considered holy. Even with my very rudimentary feel for magic and the mystic powers, I kept getting glimpses of golden 'circuits' and 'conduits' converging on the island and the palace. It was also gorgeous, mostly pale, heavily polished sandstone that had gleamed in the late day sunlight, standing tall over much of the city similar to a small pyramid, with palm trees, flowers, grass, and others growing well on the island.
I walked right past the checkpoint to the royal quarters with little more than a glance in my direction.
The internal layout wasn't quite the same as the games, it wasn't a single, straight hallway with wings branching off of it at regular points. But it was grand, with sweeping ceilings, and entirely incongruous with actual ancient egyptian architecture outside of affectations here and there. It had multiple wings branching off, and was admittedly reasonably straightforward, but it took a bit of work to find the royal chambers.
I could easily have thought this was just some generic fantasy-land were it not for the searing desert outside, the isolated obelisks and statuettes to various gods, or the woman I now saw before me.
"Who's a big boy? Who's my big boy? Yes you are! Yes you are!"
Rich caramel skin, a black bobcut of immaculately kept hair with a golden tiara, her white, strapless dress and the various bits of jewelery upon her body, Queen Opala was probably one of the most Ancient-Egyptian-alike things I'd encountered so far, and unquestionably one of the prettiest women I've had the pleasure to see in person.
The horse-sized black panther whose cheeks she was smooshing was less so.
You're still in contention for top spot. I thought at the bundle of sweet sadism in my soul, and while Koyanskaya didn't answer verbally, I got the sense of her preening.
The aforementioned panther growled as I entered the room, yellow eyes locked on me, and the dainty queen audibly pouted, "What's the matter, Sebastillion? Are you in the mood, my big snuggle panther?" Her tone indicating that on no uncertain terms that she was down for that before the realization seemed to flit through her as she looked half over her shoulder to the entrance to her personal quarters, "... or is there someone there?"
Blue lipstick on full lips, a button nose, a tiny beauty mark under her right eye, and rich brown eyes that were almost red in the light and narrowing at me. Not gonna lie, she had a super cute face to go alongside the very 'adult' form.
I bowed shallowly, hand on my chest, as the queen stood and turned to face me. Sebastillion slunk around her easily to interpose himself between us, and even with the excited 'Kitty!' response, there's much to be said about the intimidation of a panther whose shoulder is about chest level on most people.
"... I don't remember seeing you before, what are you doing in my quarters, guard?" She asked with only a hint of suspicion, scratching her panther's shoulder.
Sebastillion roared at me, and I could only smile, holding out a hand gently to be sniffed, "Easy there big guy, I come in peace."
At least for now.
In spite of the continued growls, the voluptuous little woman attempted to soothe the panther, "Calm down Sebastillion, I'm sure this guard means what he says." Her smile was warm, and the confidence understandable given I only had the basic guard sword at my side and she had an enormous, protective murder-panther between us, "Isn't that so, mister…?"
"Jacob, your highness." I answered the leading tone, smiling warmly back, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
She was small, I'd have been taller than her even before emerging from the chrysalis grotesque and gaining half a foot, and wasn't that saying something? I'd been a short bitch. Her tight dress left basically nothing to the imagination about a body and figure that porn stars and models would've killed for. Breasts simultaneously proportional, perky, and nearly the size of her head, full hips and ass, body soft yet taut with a slim waist. My 5'7" ass would've still been half a head taller than her, and after the Company's work, she barely came up to my armpit.
"Pleased to meet you too, Jacob." Opala beamed up at me, before tilting her head curiously, "Say, are you a new Royal Guard?"
"Not really, your highness. Though I've found something that's worth your time. There's a plot to kidnap you, and kill your kitten here."
"Say what?" She giggled, covering her blue-painted lips as the action did fascinating things with her rich amber eyes, almost red in the light, sparkled in amusement, "A plot to kidnap me? Don't be silly, guard! I'm in the heart of Egypt, surrounded by my people and the royal guard. How could anyone plan to abduct me? It's simply not possible, you silly guard."
"More so than you may expect-" I paused reaching for my pouch as Sebastillion growled, giving the cat a look. The admittedly beautiful panther huffed and I looked back to the woman, "If I may approach?"
"Of course."
Pulling the letter from my pouch, I walked over and handed it to the shorter royal.
Curious, she unfolded it and began to skim over the angry, jagged handwriting, and I quoted it with a bit of assistance from Koyanskaya.
"Your mission is simple, Striker. Change into the Royal Guard outfit and make your way to Queen Opala's private quarters." I gestured at the ornate, almost western style room around us, "No one should stop or question you as long as you wear the Royal Guard Armor. Both the previous ruler of Egypt and Queen Opala share the confidence the Royal Guard outfit is only personally awarded to those worthy to wear it." I tucked the helmet under my arm and reached out, happy that the big, muscular fluffball let me rest my hand on his head, gently scratching behind his giant ears.
"N-No way…" she murmured.
"While it was difficult to obtain without someone noticing its absence, the fact that you have it now proves we succeeded. When Queen Opala is within your reach, gag and abduct her with the help of the special medicine we sent you earlier." I paused in my quoting for just a moment as Sebastillion bumped against my hip before padding away to another part of the room. Looking back to the increasingly furious looking queen, I continued along with what she was reading, "Her 'pet' Sebastillion might prove to be a problem, but you should be able to put him down. Osira wants him dead for what he did to her. But Queen Opala must remain unhurt until you deliver her to us, remember to use the secret passage in the dungeon to get out. Leave the Royal Guard outfit behind to make them believe it was an inside job.' Signed by a Khaan."
Her hands clenching around the paper, it was clear that the queen only barely kept herself from tearing it apart, "Ugh! That Osira, who does she think she is?! Wanting to hurt my poor Sebastillion!" The panther preened briefly from his new throne on a large pillow even as she paced, "Well she's got no chance to pull off her scheme! I'll triple guard duties and soldier presence! And from now on, even Royal Guards have to verify who they are before entering!"
"And you-!" She whirled on me, pointing with the letter for just a moment, the anger on her face melting as she started to smile, the next word a purr, "You… how could I ever repay you?"
The game did not sell how she held the letter over her stomach, walking back over with a subtle sashay to her hips, lips pursing invitingly as she continue, "Somehow you must've managed to infiltrate these thugs, defeat Striker, AND return the armor! Oh my… you're a real hero aren't you?"
"Sadly, I never encountered Striker." I admitted.
"Now now, don't be modest Jacob." The way her voice dipped as she said my name sent electric little tingles up my spine and made my pants feel uncomfortably tight, "Your services are greatly appreciated. And as a small token of my appreciation, please do feel free to claim a single bedroom in the guard quarters as your very own."
"Thank you, your highness." I said with a small smile and little bow.
Holy shit I hadn't expected that to be quite that effective. I know it was technically all the similarly named protagonist had done, but still.
Good boy. Now, step two. Strip. You have something to return as an excuse. My soul-residing sexy secretary reminded me with the feeling of the helmet in my hands digging into it harder.
"Though, speaking of the guards," I held up the helmet with a bit of a grin, "I should likely return the outfit."
While I wasn't familiar with armor in practice, I'd done enough cosplay to have a good feel for how to do it. And once again, Koya was quite the help, the phantom sensations and soft indications guiding me back through undoing the outfit. It also gave me a chance to sneak in a significant component of my Shroud into the work so that I could capture the queen without making a scene.
Hooded, darkly colored eyes watched my progress with obvious interest, Opala's head tilting up as if doing so would let her get a better view of the action and she bit her lip subtly. Unable to help myself, I moved with a deliberate slowness at times, and others with a hurried strength as I stripped. Buckles came undone, bracers removed with little flourishes, the breastplate pulled up over my head and laid out, soon followed by the tunic.
My impromptu striptease came to an end as I folded up the entirety of the armor, leaving me in just a pair of pants before the smaller woman, her dark cheeks visibly flushed as I handed the folded bundle over to her.
Silken smooth hands lingered on mine as she accepted the admittedly weighty bundle, nearly 40 lbs of padding and armor, something she casually took and moved over to one of her desks. The weight doing nothing to impede her grace or the sashay to her hips.
It was at that point that my phone decided to go off.
The angry buzzing had everyone in the room looking at my pants, Sebastillion raising his head and Opala looking over her shoulder.
"Ah. One moment." I muttered, fishing it out of my pocket, was it my boss…? Oh. No. Worse.
Mom.
Fuck, bad timing. But… it could be about dad. Fuck. Shit. Fuck.
"What is it?"
"Ah, a communication device." I admitted for lack of anything planned, trying to decide how mad she'd be if I hung up or what I'd tell her after–
Opala nodded, entirely serious, "Then you best answer the call. Your master may be cross otherwise."
Shit. Not my master but close enough. Fuck. But it could be about dad. Dagnabbit. I hadn't wanted to expose my family to the interdimensional slaving company bullshit for a while now. Right. Fuckit. Roll with the punches.
Accepting the call with a quick 'one moment' to the young woman, I lifted the phone to my ear, "Y'ello, mom?"
I was embarrassed to admit that it was only after Opala had turned around properly and started to approach me, with the darker circle of her pointedly perked nipples visible, that I realized that her dress was partially transparent.
"Hey hun, I was trying to catch you after work." My mother's slightly southern accent came through the company phone, the sound fidelity on this thing was absolutely bonkers as was my own new and improved hearing, "Is it a good time?"
Opala actually gasped, eyes widening as her approach became hurried and eager, getting much closer to clearly listen in, a breathlessly murmured 'Two way communications?'. Damn the gorgeous woman. My skin felt flushed and uncomfortably warm as I admitted to my mother, "It could be a bit better, admittedly."
"Oh, sorry." Mom said, apologetic and then hurrying, tone and diction clipped, "Your dad's doing well, but I'd just found some of your cookbooks and figurines had survived the storm, I just wanted to know what you wanted me to do with them?"
You would have avoided all of this if you had simply texted. Koyanskyaa purred smugly, even as the sweat started to bead down the back of my neck.
Force of habit I was a secretary for years shut the fuck up~
'Figurines…?' the queen mouthed beside me, smile spreading across her face in a way that made my cheeks heat up.
"Could you put them in the storage unit?" Please hurry up, the shorter the call the less chance anyone finds out stuff they shouldn't- "I'll pick them up next time I'm in town. I'll-"
"You're sure they won't be damaged?"
"I can fix them up if they are, but they shouldn't be."
"Okay." Her tone was clipped, quickly trying to get to the next point, "Work's been good?"
"Yeah." I couldn't help it, my eyes went up and down Opala's hourglass form and even prettier smile. And even with any moral compunctions I might've still had… "Very."
"Good. Love you." She said, thank goodness it seemed to be ending the call and then she just had to tack on, "And do take the opportunity to meet some girls! You've always struggled to meet new people."
Coughing briefly at the grin that Opala gave me, I had to admit, "Part of the reason it's not a great time."
It was quiet, but I could hear my mom gasp , "Did I interrupt-?"
"Not at all." Opala insisted, eyes sparkling as she leaned in close enough that the warmth of her skin could be felt against mine as she spoke to the phone. "It had been a lull in the conversation. I wish to say - you have raised a fine young man. Your son has been extremely helpful to us - he may have even just saved my life."
"O-Oh-! Did he? That's very good to hear miss…?" Oh no oh no please don't say you're a queen–
If anything, the queen was amused, grinning and almost wiggling in place, "Opala, ma'am, it's a delight to have the chance to speak with you."
Thank fuck. Damnit. Right. No getting out of this easily. Pulling the phone away from my ear, I put it on speakerphone and held it a bit closer to the shorter woman, much to the egyptian monarch's fascination as she looked to the screen and my mother's voice came through much louder now, "And it's nice to speak with you, Opala." Mom asked with considerable interest before her tone turned more sour. "And if I may ask, how dangerous was this help?"
"I'm being safe mom, I promise." I cut that one right off. "You know I can handle myself."
The queen's delighted and amused little giggle was simultaneously a beauty to hear and probably darkened the shade of red my cheeks were by several steps.
"I know. I just want you to be safe." My mom insisted in a tone that indicated I was not off the hook, and to anticipate a full interrogation later. "But thank you Opala, I'm proud to have done a good job with him."
Opala's grin had the energy of a freakin' succubus as her eyes trailed across my bare chest and she agreed, "A very good job."
I cleared my throat. Mom please don't ask more yet not now-
"Oh! But I shouldn't take up your time." My mom thankfully got the 'hint', "Be sure to get a picture with her! I'd like to see this young woman you saved."
"Got it." In her semi-transparent dress-?! Fuuuuuuuck. That would not go over well.
I'll put it on your calendar sir. Koya said too professionally.
"And be sure to call tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay." When I might be speaking with Osira? Right. Also fuck. "Love you."
"Love you too. You be sure to treat her right you hear!"
I was instantly 13 again, sputtering at the phone, "Mom!"
Fucking translation convention bullshit please don't let that have come across worse than it already was! My face felt hot and I was probably blushing up an entire storm.
Koyanskaya cackled in my soul even as Opala giggled, covering her mouth.
"Love you sweetie! Bye!"
"Bye-!"
She'd already hung up.
Damnit, now even the panther was obviously laughing at me. And I couldn't even just capture Opala tonight like I'd hoped 'cause I'd feel bad about it. Fuck.
Lips pressed into a thin line, I moved to close out the call properly, even that amount of motion 'causing my bare arm to brush against particularly soft parts of Opala's form. Hopefully the motion didn't seem too rushed, though the intensified laughter of Koyanskaya put that illusion to bed. Instead, I tried to plead Opala with my eyes to not ask more, the queen had gotten very close to me, and had made less than zero attempts to make distance during the call.
"That device is fascinating," Opala 'allowed' it by delicately catching my hand as I moved to pocket the phone, though her smile spoke of future teasing, "Allowing you to speak with your mother from what must be quite a distance."
"I am from very distant lands, yes." Hoo boy, still dangerous waters if I wanted to avoid lying too much or too bluntly. And her being so close, the feel of her warm fingers on my knuckles as she lifted my hand enough to get a better look at the basic-looking smartphone… that was not helping. "If you know of Florida…?"
Opala's full lips twisted into a pout, hands cradling my own for a moment as she thought, "... no, I don't think I do."
"Understandable." I nodded, taking the opportunity to return the phone to my pocket, "It's halfway around the world, and I'd only just arrived in Egypt."
Delicate eyebrows went upwards, "And you still discovered that plot so quickly?"
I immediately latched onto the opening I saw, "I actually had been asking around about the city and ways to see yourself, you are rather famous even in far off lands, your highness."
"Jacob…" Opala hummed thoughtfully as she looked up at me, "The powerful wizard from the mystical land of Florida." I chuckled at that description of my home. "I have a little favor to ask of you…" Opala lightly ran a fingertip along her pursed lower lip, pushing her breasts together and towards me suggestively, "Sitting around the Royal Palace all day can get quite lonely and boring when Sebastillion is resting."
A glance over at the large feline confirmed that he had curled up into a big black void at one end of the room, and I found the trust actually adorable, if unearned.
"Could you…" The queen's seemingly shy tone entirely incongruous with her appearance and the way she leaned forward just that slightest bit more, causing the exceptionally fine fabric of her dress and the softness of her bosom to brush against my bared chest, "Could you do anything more to impress a bored, lonely Queen?"
… how in the everloving fuck had the protagonist not realized what she'd meant?
Everything about this woman spoke not just of sexual experience, but of an openess and willing offering of herself. The simple sprites utterly unable to capture her raw sexuality that she exuded, and yet the green-haired Jake had zero clue, and had even asked 'Like what?'
And even with her response of 'How does a man show affection towards his Queen?', he'd decided that meant get her roses and chocolates. Good god, I hadn't when I'd first played the games but I was a severely autistic teen who hadn't yet had a girlfriend, not an active adventurer.
"I can think of a number of things." My voice was rough, pressing closer to her reflexively.
"Oh…?" The queen of Egypt matched me, pressing back enough that her soft bosom compressed, head tilted up towards me, "To… treat me right?"
A pink tongue darted out to lick her blue-painted lips, the light of the slowly setting sun pouring through the windows alongside the candles in the chandeliers giving her dark brown eyes a near crimson tinge as they stared up into my own.
Why are you holding back? Koyanskaya asked, Grab her.
Half-formed thoughts of 'but the canon route' and 'butterflying away Osira's meeting' and similar flashed through my head.
But, honestly?
Opala squeaked and stiffened as my hands grabbed her hips and casually lifted the smaller woman from the ground.
Fuck it, fuck them, and especially? Fuck this beautiful woman in the best way.
"It may not be exactly the manner my mother meant, your highness." The happy little 'Oh!' the voluptuous woman let out was musical, her hands snapping onto my shoulders for stability as I continued, "I may have an idea though."
Opala giggled, feet kicking half a foot off the polished stone floor, "Oh my! And what would that be?"
I was still surprised by how light she felt as I walked towards the bed, the motion causing her legs to hook around my waist for additional stability, "Why, I'm going to fuck you through the bed, your highness, in every hole."
"Mmm, now that would be impressive." She purred, "My bed is very sturdyYYY-!"
Having half-thrown her onto the very large, four post bed, I was rewarded with a little squeak that melted into a giggle as she bounced atop it, propping herself up with a beaming smile at me as I approached. "Ohh yes," she murmured, eyes hooded and smile wide, "Come over here and fuck me…"
Grabbing her ankle, I pulled the voluptuous woman half off the edge of the bed and closer to me, "In time, your highness."
"Mmm?" Her inquisitive hum rose sharply in pitch, elegant eyebrows shooting up as I took a knee, pushing the grabbed leg high and the other to the side. Her criminally short dress was pushed high enough to expose her dripping slit, to my utter lack of surprise the dress was quite literally all she was wearing.
Wrapping an arm around her thigh, I placed my hand on her stomach to hold her to the bed and lowered my head to take a slow, long lick from the bottom to the top of her core, earning a happy little crooning noise for my efforts.
A marked thing that had always stuck out to me from the game series was that for all that the various ladies loved to give oral and be fucked, as appropriate for a hentai game, no one ever seemed to go down on them. And the eager way that Opala wrapped her other leg around my shoulders, grabbing the arm pinning her down and pressing it harder into her stomach, it all told me that this was not for a lack of desire on their parts.
Teasing her folds with my tongue and lips, her vulva slowly parted to grant me access, tongue tracing up to find the nub of her clit and slowly roll it about with the tip of my tongue.
"Oh-!" Opala's thin fingers entwined in my short hair and clung to it, holding on as her hips bucked eagerly into my mouth as she moaned softly, "Ohhh~ Jacob~"
Music to my ears.
She tasted of dedication, love, compassion, and sex to the magic that suffused my tongue. Oh, certainly, she tasted of sourness and sweetness, a soft flavor that tickled the figments of memory when I was young, the last time I'd had the opportunity to taste a woman so frustratingly long ago. But the emotions, passions, intent… her very soul sung on my tongue as I tasted her through new arcane senses that allowed synesthesiac sensations to snap through my synapses, words and visuals and phrases that spoke to not just what but also who she was.
And she tasted good.
The happy little hum I let out as I buried my face in the junction of her legs was matched by the ecstatic groan from Opala's lips, "Fuck yes~ Eat my drenched little pussy- mm! Oh-! Get it ready to be pounded by your hot cock-!"
I couldn't help the little chuckle that drew from me, rolling her clit around softly with my tongue before dipping lower. With effort, I resisted the urge to tap into the little bundle of potential that I felt at the back of my mind, the capabilities of Sticky Fingers. It was dumb and silly, but I wanted to do my best on my own without Company assistance as much as was feasible. The eager little grunt from her was encouraging as I worked my tongue against her inner labia, and I forced the hand wrapped around her leg further down to play with the little nub atop her slit. Exploring her core, taking the opportunity to press closer and press my tongue into her and try to trace out my name inside her with my tongue, something the royalty clearly appreciated as her hips bucked.
"I…" Opala panted, her fingers squeezing on my forearm and in my hair, "I'm–! I'm gonna-...! Ahhh!"
To my surprise, it'd barely been a couple minutes of attention. There was a brief feeling of concern that I'd tapped into Sticky Fingers without intending, but touching that potential found it denying the accusation.
She's just astonishingly easy to please, like a cat for treats or a dog with a bone. Koyanskaya affirmed with an almost sardonic tone as the queen's core clenched around my tongue, her juices flooded across my face and my mouth, little convulsions running through her body as she cried out in her orgasm.
Her chest heaving in her quiet panting as she slowly came down from her orgasm, my coadjutor purred in my ear, Good… now capture her.
My brain hiccupped and breathing hitched even as I languidly dragged my tongue across her drenched lower lips. But-... I struggled to articulate the reason I didn't want to just go through with it. The possibility of throwing off the meeting with Osira, of butterflying things a bit too hard too quickly, of the possibility of her calling the guards or Sebastillion reacting badly–
Opala came down from that orgasm with a happy whine and I pulled up, her soft fingers slipping from my hair to trace along my cheek, hooded eyes doing their best to focus on my face. She cooed, "Ohhh… that was nice…"
But the best way I could articulate it to my sexy soul secretary was, I don't think I'd be happy with myself if I did that right after my mom asked me to treat her right.
"We're only getting started, your highness." I stood up and forced down the encouragements of Sticky Fingers as well as the negative feelings from the pouting Koyanskaya.
Opala's eyes lit up as she practically leapt up to her hands and knees on her bed, "Mmm~ yes, come closer and drop those pants…" She gave a little wiggle of her rear as she licked her blue-painted lips, "I want to see what that beautiful bulge is hiding…"
I couldn't help but chuckle at the cheesy dialogue as I approached the bed, and the queen didn't even wait, reaching out to quickly and gracefully undo my pants with practiced and delicate hands.
Released from the confines of my pants, the admittedly overly large and achingly hard member literally slapped against the soft, dark skin of Opala's face.
"By the gods-!" She gasped, pupils shrinking as she clung to my pants, half down my hips, "Your cock is huge-!"
A benefit from the infusion of Koyanskaya into my soul, a pleasant surprise given that I knew the level of size-queen I'd be dealing with in this world as well as my own fetishes. I'd been above average before, but now it was bordering on ridiculous while remaining in the realistic range.
Reaching out, I ran my fingers through her dark, straight hair, "A problem, your highness?"
Crooning softly, Opala shoved my pants further down, the motion pressing her face further against my length, which she immediately nuzzled, rubbing her face against my cock as if trying to bathe herself in its scent, "The opposite, mm…" Wrapping her small hands around it, her eyes sparkling like a nun who'd found the holy grail, "I can barely get a single hand around it entirely… ooh… hold still and let me suck this big pride- mm~"
She punctuated the sentence by literally shoving the crown of my cock into her mouth with a happy hum, eyelids fluttering as she softly slurped and suckled at the tip.
Groaning in the back of my throat, it was a struggle to kick off my pants without immediately unloading between her lips and onto that hot, lashing tongue. I'd already been achingly hard from the scents and taste and feel of the beautiful woman, drinking in even the idea of her, but now… my stomach clenched and I tried to let this go as long as it could, to savor it without drawing on the Company bullshit, entwining my fingers in the royal's hair.
Looking down at the beautiful sight, I could only watch as Opala used one hand on the base of my cock to hold herself up while her other hand moved to start shoving her dress down her body, disrobing herself even as she stuffed more and more of my length into her mouth. "Mmm… sho good…" She murmured, the words doing interesting things against my skin with her mouth still stuffed with cock.
Mou, while I understand being worried about regrets or breaking contracts, you are rather deeply in debt. Koyanskaya 'mused' from within me, accompanied by the smell of orange blossoms, If you don't get your debt under 300 company credits before the end of the month you'll be in quite the spot. Eating you so soon would be such a waste of potential.
A terrifying, frustrating, and entirely legitimate concern. Even as a porn world, this setting may have had a moderate selection of capturable targets, but I didn't know if there was enough collective power and thus value in them to cover my on-boarding package debt.
And wouldn't she be an amazing introductory gift to Osira? Her own sister, already bound and enslaved and degrade just like she likes. Koyanskaya purred. Think of the things she'd pay to have that for herself.
The smell of honeysuckle, roses, and orange blossoms washed through my mind as the queen's mouth moved further and further down my cock, and I could feel the threads of my Shroud half forming between my fingers.
If you don't want to though, they might just start repossessing some of your things. The thought sent a little chill down my spine even as warmth pooled in my stomach. I had the namesake of the entire series right in front of me, sucking me off. I could capture her here and now in just a moment's worth of effort.
Frustration danced in my chest. I was afraid of getting cough tin a debt spiral, and had already pushed the canon plot further than I'd intended, especially after I'd seen this gorgeous woman in person. But just bluntly capturing her now, especially right after my mom had asked me to treat her right… I'd feel like shit, maybe regret it forever.
"Mm?" The inquisitive sound from the woman before me drew my attention, and I realized that I'd been glaring down at her. Dark brown eyes looked up at me in worry, both her soft hands and lips still on my dick.
My face warmed as I flushed. I'd gotten distracted from the literal blowjob.
A quick touch upon the bundle of potential that was Sticky Fingers confirmed my own immediate thought on how to distract her from my own distractions.
Gripping her hair tightly I shoved the Queen of Egypt down the entire length of my cock.
And she accepted it with a soft choking noise, eyes watering but not breaking eye contact. Her hands slipped off of the throbbing cock and went to my hips, clinging to me desperately even as I started to move, bluntly fucking her face. Each thrust making her soft lips meet the base of my cock, enveloping its entirety in the hot warmth, the wet, sloppy sounds of her continued sucking filling the bedroom. Already pleasurable in the extreme, sheathing myself into her tight throat, the velvet squeezing delightfully even as her slender throat bulged, it was something else entirely. My release approached quickly, pressure building in my loins, and I had no reason to hold back.
I pulled the queen all the way down once more, her throat bulging and convulsing around my length as I filled it, her button nose pressing into my sparse pubic hair. And Opala groaned happily, her eyes looking up at me and begging me for my release.
Groaning softly, I began to unload into her gullet, balls clenching as I shot my load. Pulling her back slowly, I did my level best to coat her entire throat in white, the vacuum seal of her lips kept me from pulling the cockhead out of her mouth, the fat head instead caught just behind her lips and pouring an enormous amount of spunk all over her tongue, something she voraciously gulped down, throat bobbing as she audibly swallowed again and again.
An ecstatic shock went up my spine, and with my grip on her hair I pulled my cock out of her mouth to fire several thick, ropey shots of pearly white over her dark skin.
Opala dove back in to catch the last few heavy spurts, wiggling the tip of her tongue just barely against the underside of my crown to coax out more, which she easily got.
Her cheeks were warm and flushed underneath the thick coating of spunk she'd been given as she looked up at me with something that could only be called awe, "Ohhhh… it's so thick... gods~" She very deliberately swallowed again, "Oooh, it feels so good on my tongue and all over my face… just a mass of sticky, gooey love…"
The little, eager wiggle of her hips sold her happiness even more than her breathy yet hoarse tone before she lifted a finger to scoop a large dollop from her face and move it to her mouth, sucking the seed off with a little pop.
"Happy to provide." My hand pulled at her hair and the queen planted a fat, sloppy kiss against the tip of my shaft, maintaining eye contact with me without hesitation.
I used the time to truly look at her, to see her and consider, to empty my mind of thought and just consider what I'd want, what I'd regret, and what I'd be willing to accept. Whether forcibly capturing her now was worth it to me versus capturing her at Osira's 'command' versus getting her to willingly accept it–
"Mwah~" I could practically hear the heart in her tone as the queen used both hands to grip my cock, alternating between applying kisses, cleaning her face, and slapping the leaning in to place more kisses against it, even slapping it against her face with a giggle.
And in that instant, I could see it, the metaphysical damage done to the tapestry, the twisting and fraying and cutting of threads required to rip her authority out from her and attach it to myself. I saw it, and I saw the threads of weaving my own destiny with hers, of a willing binding, the cohesiveness of a beautiful garment woven together by willing destinies instead of a patchwork creation.
She smiled up at me, cute face partially obscured by the length laid across it, the remaining cum on her face somehow remaining artistic rather than horribly mussing up her looks, hair sticking to her sweaty skin in a way that framed her face. I noticed the smears of blue lipstick against the base, against the purple tip, and she was actively placing more with every eager little smooch that smooshed her hot, soft lips against my rod. Lavishing in the effect she was having on me and what I'd had on her.
Flashes of white and bells and gold.
I'd softened some, for all my promise to fuck her in all her holes, I didn't have the explicit company provided porn powers, nor did any of the abilities I'd purchased provide explicit or even implied sexual stamina.
A love confession or similar would greatly increase my mystical authority and thus Company value of this land and world. I told Koyanskaya, staring at the woman practically worshiping my cock, leaving stark blue lipstick rings and kiss marks on my pale skin, I'll take that risk.
Because whatever hesitation I had was gone, something within me surged, and with it so did my erection. The hot thing that had started to droop across her face hardened again in moments, and I was like diamonds.
Opala crooned, stroking the throbbing and twitching member, "Mm, very nice… now…" She shifted on the bed, fingers lingering on me before she finally pulled away, laying back and spreading her legs wide, presenting herself. She'd discarded her dress earlier, leaving herself in only the tiara, collar, and various other small bits of golden jewelry, and her smile was like the sun, warm, inviting, and intense in a way that could barely be looked at directly, "Come over here and stuff that hard pride deep into my tight little pussy."
My face almost hurt because of the stupid, nearly embarassed grin on it as I got on the bed above her. I'd like to have thought I could resist such temptations, but it's one thing to talk about focusing on one's goals in theoreticals, and another to have a gorgeous, bluntly eager, sexual woman literally telling you to fuck her right in front of you.
There was some awkwardness on my part getting lined up, but it was entirely on my end and the distance of my limited experience from the present. Opala herself helpfully and gently guided me, rubbing my glans against her soaked vulva, the slightest twitch of my hips pressing forward and parting her inner labia.
One hand planted beside her head and the other gripping her hip, I pressed forward. For as tight as she was, for as wonderfully, ecstatically constricting as her velvety walls were, for all that I had to pull on her body to push in even with my physicality, she was so soaking wet that I slid into her easily, inch by inch until I hit resistance.
Her head fell back with a soft gasp, and I paused, able to see the slight bulge in her lower stomach.
Even bottoming out like this, there was still an inch or two not enveloped in her tightness. I restrained the urge to just immediately draw back and try to slam back in, to shove every inch into her, I knew she could take it, I was 'only' very well endowed, not the inhumanly so, and she'd taken more in canon, but I didn't want to–
Smooth legs snapped around my hips, startling me out of my concerns as Opala looked up at me, fingertips tracing up my stomach and chest, "Why'd you stop?"
Embarrassed, I couldn't help the little chuckle, my face likely quite red, "I may have underestimated your Highness' capabilities–"
Her throaty chuckle interrupted me, thighs squeezing around me as she lifted her hips, taking me even deeper, and I could feel how she not only clenched down on me in such ecstatic pressure, but also how she stretched to accept the entirety of me.
A happy little whine worked its way from my throat as my hips met hers.
Opala giggled.
"Hush." My hips drew back before slamming forward, bottoming out in her once more, getting a happy little squeak.
"Mmm! Oh, is the big hero going to keep the queen from tal-KING?!"
Breath hitching, Opala's head fell back once more as my hips slapped into hers, her little squeak becoming a pleased groan.
There was no more hesitation on my end as I began to thrust into her dripping snatch, savoring the pleasurable tightness as I quickly escalated into outright pounding into her.
"Fuck- fuck yes-!" She groaned as the smacking of flesh on flesh filled the room, and I could only savor the sensations. "Yes, fuck my tight little pussy!" Her arms lifted to wrap around me almost delicately, clinging and pressing back against me with every thrust, "Fill it with your thick pride!"
I couldn't help but giggle and press down on the smaller woman, lips diving for her neck and jawline, teeth dragging along salty and yet seductively fragrant skin, a soft lotus scent dancing through my nose and across my tongue. The pressure was rapidly building, the tension increasing in my stomach and loins as I tried to hold back, to enjoy the hot, sweaty ecstasy. But the queen clearly had zero problems with being smothered with my larger form as she unabashedly moaned into my ear, fingernails dragging across my back.
My balls clenched and I grunted, if hadn't been only a few minutes I would have came again, as it was, I dragged my teeth across her darker skin and pounded into her even harder, much to her vocal appreciation.
"Oh gods-! Yes-! Yes! Harder! Deeper!" She panted into my ear, limbs struggling for purchase as she was bounced into the bed with every vigorous thrust, trying to do her own part to increase the roughness of the fucking before she growled, "Keep hilting that beautiful cock inside of me!"
And I did, losing what little control over my hips I'd retained, seeking my own release with a frantic energy, grabbing entire handfuls of her full figure to pull her back against my vicious thrusts.
"Yes-! I- I'm gonna-!" Opala came with a ragged moan, her already tight, velvety walls clenching even tighter around my length, her entire body twitching as she tried to cling to me and ride out her orgasm.
I didn't let her, gripping the royal's hips tightly, I continued to pound into her. Her teeth futilely tried to sink into my chest as she tried to muffle her scream as I didn't stop or even slow. Opala's voice became a muffled babble of affirmations, prayers, and begging as she came down from the first orgasmic high, only to quickly build up to a second one. Her cunt squeezed down on me like a velvet vice as she softly wailed, toes curling as she stretched out to bury her face in my neck to muffle herself.
And then another one very soon after that as Koyanskaya grumbling went unnoticed in favor of Opala eagerly and lewdly licking at my chest with ragged moans. I could feel myself twitching, the hot coil of release building in me, and her hands grabbed my ass, clinging tight even as her legs scrambled for purchase, "Yes-! Yes-! Dump your hot load in my royal pussy-! Please-!"
Feeling the oncoming precipice, I slammed into her hard, two, three times– and suddenly felt like I was even deeper inside of her-! Something felt like it was suckling on the fat tip, and Koyanskaya cackled, Ahahaha! You're in her womb-! She'll probably launch off-!
Opala came again with another incoherent moan, legs and arms locking around me and holding me in place.
Grunting, I ground against her and felt my balls clench and begin to pump a thick load straight into her core.
"Sho goooooood…" she slurred against my chest as her cunt fluttered around my aching cock, the hot pleasure sending shocks up my spine as I flooded her. "Mmmm~! Yesss… pump me full of your cum!" The queen murmured hoarsely, "MMmm~ ohh… it feels so nice… 's like you're trying to breed me…"
Sitting up but refusing to pull myself out of her even a millimeter, I looked down at the woman beneath me, running my hands across the taut skin of her stomach, taut skin that bulged slightly from the cock inside her. Her mocha skin was lit only by the candle and moonlight starting to peek through the windows, glistening with sweat, little red welts and indentations from the little bits decorating her shoulders as she panted, her full breasts peaked with achingly hard nipples. Dazed, fuck-drunk eyes trying to focus on me as her hands weakly pulled at my waist, little aftershocks making her twitch in time with the remaining spurts from my length.
That should not have worked. She should be hurting! My coadjutor grumbled.
Shut up Koya. Porn-world.
"You're… you're going to stay for a while, right…?" Opala panted out, eyes pleading and fingertips tickling at my stomach.
While I didn't know the timeframes involved, even in the shortest case scenario I expected to stay in this first world for several months as I captured the various ladies and either wooed them or broke them in.
I couldn't help but chuckle, "For a while at least, your highness."
We both whined as I pulled myself slowly out of her, "Both in Thebes and in this room."
Her eyes went wide, "Ah?"
Smacking her ass and enjoying the little jiggle and intrigued noise she made, I rolled Opala onto her side, "Raise your ass. I said every hole, did I not?"
"Oh gods yes."
-oOo-
The pleasant buzz that danced under my skin was almost like being drunk, and I honestly loved it.
Opala's literal feather bed, dense as it was, had been compacted further with the intensity of the pounding I'd given the queen's ass before I'd flooded it with my cum.
You also cracked the frame.
Pulling out of her implausibly clean ass, I groaned happily when the tip finally popped free of the delightfully tight ring. The gorgeous sight of white slowly oozing out of her holes coaxed out one more thick spurt onto her back, earning a feeble moan from the queen as she felt the warmth.
Shame… it's a pretty bed. I couldn't help but note through the buzz, Good craftsmanship.
She was clearly exhausted, and I ran my pale hand across her shoulder blades even as I cleaned off my cock by rubbing it against her full ass. Even that mild touch seemed to set off a new round of aftershocks in the young woman, who'd orgasmed at least three additional times from having her ass fucked.
Four. Koya corrected with a sigh.
There was zero doubt in my mind now, starting in a porn-setting was the best decision.
I guess you really are a beast, led around by your desires. My coadjutor lamented, Picking here rather than somewhere like Exalted or DC or my home timelines to actually have a lot of powerful targets to capture quickly and make a lot of credits before getting into the proper sales.
But I don't want to 'win' the catalog, I countered. I wanted to have fun. To enjoy this new job as best I can, to use it to help my family and other people as well.
Slipping off the bed, I was interrupted by a hand literally snapping out and slapping against my wrist as the delicate fingers caught me.
Eyes tracing back up the arm to Opala's own, admittedly hazy gaze, I could only quirk my head at her in confusion.
Softly, hoarsely, she commanded, "Stay."
Black hair sticking to her sweaty, flushed face, her blue lipstick smeared, a line of drool trailing out the corner of her mouth, her little tiara askew, legs and arms still quaking, the scent of sex in the air from the well-fucked woman… and yet there was authority to the command.
It was uncomfortably hot.
Shifting on the bed, I laid my hand atop hers, "I'm concerned that it would be… problematic… if the guards found me in your bed without any prior warning, your highness."
Her grip, if anything, tightened as she pulled herself upward. Still panting, her eyes locked on mine even as the corner of her lips quirked upward, "It'd… be worse if they saw you leaving my room after… screaming myself hoarse…"
… ah, yes, that could be problematic.
With a little chuckle, I shifted on the bed and pulled the smaller woman to my chest. She hummed happily and wrapped her arms around my waist, the soft kiss she placed on the mystically improved abs tickled.
It took a bit of effort, but I was able to find a comfortable spot on the bed not utterly drenched in sweat and sexual fluids. Leaning up against the headboard and the mass of pillows, tracing the little lines on Opala's back as I enveloped her in my arms.
Physically I wasn't particularly tired, but emotionally I was exhausted, fighting my own inclinations, trying to deal with the original protagonist of the series, all the second-guessing… the first time I'd gotten some in a long time, and easily the best sexual encounter I'd ever had.
I let myself start to ease towards sleep, closing my eyes as the queen used me as both pillow and bed.
The sound of Koyanskaya clearing her throat in my ear didn't make me twitch, but certainly interrupted any attempts to fall quickly into sleep, You missed the time to feed Blue and Ron.
Those fat things can go without their wet food for a night. I countered, running my fingers up and down Opala's sweat slicked back to the royalty's happy little hum. But I'm definitely going to want to get someone or something to make sure that the fat things are fed regularly. And their catbox cleaned. On top of the necessary enrichment, 'cause I can't always dip every several hours for that.
I'll make note, sir. Opala's weight on my chest was… nice. Comforting. It felt slight, like a weighted blanket, but pleasantly warm. Should I put that higher or lower priority than calling your mother back?
The innocence in her tone was entirely unearned. This is for not capturing her, isn't it?
I have no idea what you mean sir~ She beamed even as Opala's breathing slowed.
Uh huh. Lower, by the way. I want to maintain at least a semblance of normality with them… and I don't want to make her worry unnecessarily.
As you wish. And don't forget the picture~
Oh fuck, right, shit.
A thought summoned my company provided phone to my hand and I held it up. The selfie cam confirmed what I'd suspected, that this was not an acceptable moment for a picture to show my mom, we looked exactly like the aftermath of a hardcore porn shoot. I'd have to find an opportunity tomorrow.
*click*
But this one was for me.
A.N. 2 Electric Boogaloo - Not the strongest ending for a chapter by my standards, but I'll work on it.
I'm currently considering whether a flashback/dream of the Exaltation process as an Infernal and the merger at the start of the next chapter or not, but the next chapter's definitely going to be significantly different than the snippet threads version.
As always, commentary and criticism are appreciated, and I hope you enjoyed!