The Trap Has Been Sprung (Patreon)

A wild hunt… why did it have to be a wild hunt? Normally, a trained agent like Xela would have enjoyed the cover such a chaotic event provided. But this mission had dragged on for far too long already. Dead ends were around every corner, even after following some of the most promising leads. Many clues just led her to groups of dead adventurers and lured her into danger as well. Of course, being one of Baelzed’s chosen and having received some elite training, there were few things she couldn’t handle.

The cut-throat competition posed by such a hunt for a long-lost artifact brought out the worst in some people. Seeding some false rumors and luring their competitors to their doom was one of the tactics some of the more unscrupulous treasure hunters employed. At least the belongings she could pick off the remains of those would-be treasure hunters were enough to cover her expenses, most of which were bribes to pay for her next lead. The number of competitors for the ultimate prize was dwindling and she was getting closer, her feline instincts told her so and the clues were just stacking up.

She was standing in front of the wall of her makeshift hideout, scratching her chin. Crudely hung up on the wall were a big map and fragments of papers. Every word was encoded in a special cipher only the most elite agents were taught in. “My money is on Dee and her cabal taking the prize. I’ve been too slow on this wild goose chase, but if it’s her I’m up against, I can’t blame myself too much. But that’s definitely not the excuse I want to give to the lady.” She mumbled and leaned in to cross off a few road passages. There were still a few lines, possible routes the crew she was chasing could be taking. 

The sun’s position gave away that it was late in the afternoon already. The light shining in from the outside would have been too dim for her to read her map and notes right had it not been for the burney lamp standing on the table. It was far from the most pleasant source of light, filling the room with an oily smell and polluting the air with steady little sooty clouds. Alas, she had little choice so far away from the electric grid. Her eyes darted to the flame when she noticed it flickering strangely and she quickly turned around. “Come in!” She called out. “I hope you and your scouts found them! If you waste my time, I’ll make you pay.”

Someone could be heart grunting and then burping. A broad, thickset orc stepped into the room. Before he spoke up, he scratched his crotch and chuckled. “Is that how you greet all your guests?” He asked her, his snout moving around as he picked up the rogue spy’s scent. “Yes. Yes, we found them. Seems like something is holding them up. They went into a ruin, and I’m told they haven’t come out, yet.” He grinned and put his fists against his hips, standing there proudly, his tusks moving around along with his snout. 

“Then spill it!” Xela snarled angrily. Before the orc could react, she was already grabbing his jacket and her other hand pushed against his belly, sinking into his fat gut. “Oh, ho ho…” The orc laughed and shook his head. “You spoke about making me pay… How about you foot your bill first?” The tigress released him and quickly detached one of the small pouches on her belt and threw it down near the orc’s feet. Even though the bag was full of coins, it barely made a sound when it hit the floor. Special dampened cloth was standard issue for a spy for whom a single sound could mean certain death.

The orc just burst out into laughter, and he held his fat belly. “Come on, Xela. We’ve had enough of your stolen coin. Look how fast I got here on the shiny new bike I was able to buy.” The tigress raised an eyebrow and then she pulled out one of her knives. Even though her stature seemed almost insignificant compared to the massive orc standing in front of her, she had no trouble getting him off balance. A loud thud could be heard outside the room. Bits of plaster were falling off the outer wall, the dust quickly blown away by the wind. 

“Cut the fucking crap! I’ll end you if you waste my time and they get away.” Xela cursed, her elbow pressing into the orc’s neck. She had him up against the wall, her dagger pressed against his belly. The orc seemed unfazed. “And face the king’s punishment for not only killing one of his guards, but also betraying him and wanting to destroy his little treasure?” He laughed in the tigress’ face, his foul breath washing over her. Once more, the tigress thought better and backed off. “You piece of shit.” She cursed.

“Ah ah…” Her informant replied. “You knew this day would come, didn’t you? Only so often that you can deny me.” Xela turned away from him and closed her eyes. There was no shielding her twitching ears from the sound of the orc pulling down his zipper, though. When she turned back, she could see his limp dick swinging, uncut foreskin covering his fat glans. The musky scent of it filled the air immediately and reached the tigress’ senses very quickly. Her big button nose wiggled around as she sniffed it, then she growled. “Not… going… to… happen….” She spoke very slowly and deliberately.

“Fine. I’m not desperate.” The orc replied. “When I get back to the court, I have my pick of the women there. You don’t have the time to check all three places.” He said, looking over at her map. “If you want to know which one it is, you’ll have to show me if Baelzed’s servants are as good with their mouths as they say they are.” The orc stood there, challenging Xela with his gaze. Hers was on his cock that wasn’t showing a sign of getting harder despite the veins underneath the skin pulsing with every beat of the fat warrior’s heart. She put her knife away, cursing under her breath.

With a defiant stare, she dropped on her knees in front of the triumphantly laughing, not-so-loyal orc. She grabbed his balls. They were so big that they even spilled over the palm of her hand. Carefully, she lifted his fat prick, too, pulling the foreskin back in the process. She revealed more of his glans that was so thick that she was pondering if she would even be able to get it through between her two big fangs. So close to it, it was unavoidable to breathe in the orc’s dick smell with every breath. “Fuck…” She groaned, not sounding as defiant as she did previously. 

“Wait a second!” The orc interrupted her. “I do eat with my eyes first!” He explained. With her hands still caught up with his junk, he pulled her somewhat revealing armor aside over her chest, exposing her breasts, and her hardened nipples. “There’s a good girl!” He praised her. “See, this isn’t so bad. If you want, you can lose the armor and I can bend you over that table there, too!” 

Xela didn’t even dignify his request with a reply. She squeezed his dick and balls firmly, then put her lips around his exposed tip. Before she took his meaty cock in more deeply, she let her sharp teeth graze over it, letting him know that his victory wasn’t without any conditions. “Oh… she’s a feisty one!” The orc called out before he threw his head back and leaned against the wall that had a few bricks pushed in from his earlier impact. As tightly as Xela was holding his manhood, he grabbed her ponytail, and pushed her down harder. The tigress didn’t mind. The faster she got this over with, the quicker she would be on her mission and the lower were the chances of her arousal seeping through her panties and the leather covering her crotch. She didn’t want to give the orc the satisfaction of seeing the effect he had on her.

***

“Damn! All for this dusty old book?” Rory the rockling monkey wiped the sweat off his forehead while clutching the large tome to his chest with the other arm. All he remembered was grabbing it when the fight started. Then he ran and ran. When he fell, he got back up again. He only stopped when he felt the sunlight on his fur again, when he had left the cursed Lost Scriptorium behind him. 

He could still hear gunshots from inside. He didn’t know if that was a good or a bad sign. Good because they were still fighting. Bad because every bullet whizzing through the air could be the end of one of them. “Enough people have died for you already! I hope the king gets bored of you quickly and just leaves you in his treasure chamber to rot!”

Slowly, the rockling got up. His knees hurt; the skin was scraped in places. His arms and chest were in pain from the bumps they had had to endure. His clothes were dusty, a bit of blood caked here and there. But he was alive, and the only immediate danger was behind him. “And why are you so damn heavy?” He asked the tome as he slowly looked around at the cars and bikes that were parked outside. One of the bikes had been crushed by a car driving over it. Oil and burney had leaked and soaked into the sand and dirt.

“Such harsh words coming from you.” 

Rory turned around staring at the entrance, then he turned back and frantically searched the cars. “What? Who is there?!” He called out.

“Will you lower your voice?” 

The rockling groaned when he dove into cover, slamming his back into the metal door of a car. “Will my back ever stop hurting again?” He mumbled and looked at the tome he was holding once more. “Maybe there’s a healing spell in here?” He pondered as he tried open the book. He put his hands between the lids and pulled and pulled. The tome didn’t open. But the stubborn monkey didn’t give up until the skin on his knuckles turned white. Finally, the tome opened, the tiniest crack showing between its countless pages.

“WILL YOU STOP ALREADY, FOOL?”

Rory immediately released the book. It fell onto the dusty ground. He covered his ears with his big hands. He was sure he heard someone screaming at him so loudly it hurt. But his ears felt fine, there was no lingering ringing noise. He could still hear the wind, a gentle breeze blowing across the land.

“Finally figured it out, didn’t you?”

The monkey nodded. “And I thought my day couldn’t get any worse.” Rory pressed his back against the car he was taking cover behind and slowly pushed himself up until he could look through the windows towards the entrance to the scriptorium.

“It will get much worse if you don’t make your escape.” 

“But how? We’re in the middle of nowhere! And the car I came here with is trash. I don’t have the keys to this one.” He stared at the tome and pulled on the car door handle, again and again. 

“Just smash the window!”

Rory followed the command and rammed his elbow into the glass. It shattered and luckily the bandages on his arms were enough to protect him from getting any cuts. He reached inside and unlocked the door. A heartbeat later, he found himself sitting in the driver’s seat, and put the book down on the passenger side. He put the seatbelt around it to keep it in place.

“Now hotwire the car and drive!”

The rockling searched around the steering wheel, looking for any openings. He nearly cut his fingers on some of the sharp edges of metal there. “I-I don’t know how to do that!” Trying to do some of his own problem solving, he turned to the passenger seat and looked under it, searching for a spare key.

He felt burning pain in one of his ears and a crackling sound filled the air. The car’s engine came to life with a roaring sound. When the blinding light had faded, Rory could hear it puttering, running without any load on it, the car waiting for someone to take it out of neutral and shift into a gear. “Ouch!” He winced in pain as he rubbed his singed ear. “Did you do that? Why are you helping me?” The questions just kept coming as he stared at the mystical tome.

“I’ll help you as long as you are useful. Now drive! I’ll tell you where to go.”

Rory put his own seatbelt on and then grabbed the steering wheel. He had not formally been taught how to drive a car, but he had at least memorized how to do it from sitting next to other drivers. The screeching sound of gears grinding against each other could be heard as he clumsily shifted them. His feet barely reached down to the pedals, and none of the mirrors were set right for him. Luckily, if everything went right, he wouldn’t have to worry about any other traffic. 

He pushed the gas pedal down and the wheels began spinning, kicking up huge clouds of dust. After they finally found their grip, the rockling drove off at breakneck speed. “You realize I need to turn you in to the king to get the prize, right?” Rory asked while he focused on holding the wheel steady and avoiding trees, rocks, or brushes without oversteering.

“I’ve been through worse. Maybe the king can be useful, too!”

The rockling shrugged. Part of him just wanted to throw the book out of the window and get on with his life. But he had already paid too big of a price to throw away his chance at getting some compensation for the insanity he had gone through.

***

The orc’s grunts and moans became louder and louder. He kept going back and forth between letting Xela do her thing and pulling her down on his cock, pushing his tip far down into her throat. Her hands were on his legs, her fingers pushing deep into them as she tried her best to somewhat stay in control. There was a thick layer of fat underneath that green skin, but she could also feel his powerful muscles moving. It seemed like there was more than pure nepotism behind the king favoring orcs so much.

There wasn’t much capacity in the rogue’s head for pondering this, though. Between those massive stinky balls slapping against her spit-dripping chin and her taking every chance to get in a breath of air, even her skills were at their limit. “Such a good girl, and the deal of a lifetime!” The orc cheered and looked down into Xela’s eyes. Even with a massive prick pumping down into her tight throat and making her neck bulge, her poker face held. She looked back at him, unimpressed, and just let her tongue swirl around underneath his length.

Her instincts told her when a guy was getting close, and this one was showing all the signs. The needy way his hands were shaking showed he was getting impatient. Each thrust into her throat could have been the last, his cock throbbing as it stayed in the tight embrace of her mouth and gullet. The annoyed grunt when he pulled out and pushed back in harder, hoping that next hump would bring him to his moment of total bliss.

“Ahn… yes!” He finally moaned, and to Xela’s big surprise, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and began quickly jerking himself off. “I’m gonna paint this pretty face and those perky tits!” He proclaimed and aimed the tip of his cock at the sexy rogue. She opened her eyes wide, coughed, and shook her head. But there was no time to argue. She already saw the orc’s balls moving upwards, his rock-hard length pumping in his hand even as he was rubbing himself off. 

“Wh-What are you doing?” He asked her, his lips shaking, completely dumbfound at her lightning-fast intervention. What he put up in pure brawn, she was making up for with quick feline reflexes. There was barely enough time for her to slap his hand away and to push herself down on his cock. For the first time, she gagged a bit when that massive length slipped down into her throat. It had become harder while the orc had reached his climax. She could feel every pulse of his massive shaft stretching her further before another rope of semen shot down into her throat and filled her stomach up. How the king could have so many orcs at his disposal was no longer a mystery to the tigress who had to gulp down a womb-flooding amount of virile semen.

She waited a few seconds after the last cum eruption went off and then she pulled herself off the orc member that had softened ever so slightly in her mouth. The length was completely drenched in spit, precum, and actual cum, and it continued to drip onto the floor. She coughed, cleared her throat, and took some deep breaths, all while the orc was still riding out his waves of joy.

“Fool! Does it look like I have a shower here or something? How would I keep up my cover when they can smell orc cum on me from miles away?” She angrily slapped his length, sending another long string of the blissful guy’s semen flying across the room. “Damn, Xela. You give head like that, and you expect a guy to still think straight? You sucked my brain right out of my dick!” He replied and then slowly let himself sink down onto his butt, still leaning against the wall.

The tigress did the exact opposite, she got back up, then she wiped her chin and licked her fingers. Her armor was sticking to her soaked crotch, even just adjusting it to cover up her breasts again made her sigh softly from the stimulation she felt. She couldn’t wait to get outside and, to be on her way, to clear her head. “Say…” The orc spoke up, getting the rogue to glare at him. “Damn… it’s hot when you look at me like that!” He gave her a lusty grin. “Get to the point!” Xela scoffed. “Which of the three ruins were they at? Which route will they take to get back to the city?” She questioned him, pointing over at her map.

“Girl! I was gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse, just let me finish!” He said and Xela nervously began tapping her paw on the ground. “You might face Dee! I heard you’re good, but she’s like, the best! You’ll need some help. I can give you three of my best men, they’ll give you a fighting chance. All you gotta do is take off that tight armor and ride my di…” Just as the orc waved his hands through the air and moved them to point at his almost flaccid member, he yelped. Bright sparks were flying up right near his crotch. He felt a sharp pain in his scrotum. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a blade stuck in the stone floor in front of him, cracks forming around the tip of it. It had cut off the string of cum dangling from his glans in midair and buried itself in the ground so close to his balls that it almost cut through the skin.

“DAMN ARE YOU CRAZY?” The orc yelled at her and pulled the knife out of the ground and away from his junk, his muscles straining until he freed it and tossed it aside. “I’m not the one who keeps testing the patience of one of Baelzed’s finest.” She replied, facing the orc head on. “Now spill it, and tell me the truth, or today was the last time you got to use that big dick of yours.” Xela threatened while she remade her ponytail and made sure her hair wasn’t in a mess.

The king’s goon groaned, and he raised his hand to point at the map. “It’s the southeastern one. Called the ‘Lost Scriptorium’. They’ll never make the trip if they go the direct route. There are beasts there that will swallow a car whole. If they’re smart, they’ll travel near the mountains. They’ll have to spend the night in one of the places the horrors won’t touch. Even the big beasties are afraid of those.” The orc wiped the sweat off his forehead. “There… happy now?” He asked.

There was no reply from the master rogue. Instead, he heard a loud explosion. He put his hands in front of his face to protect himself. When he looked up again, the tigress was gone. The notes and her map on the wall set ablaze, the flames licking at the wooden ceiling. “Note to self… Baelzed’s servants are crazy.” The orc mumbled. The roaring of a powerful engine could be heard outside, and it quickly faded in volume. “SHIT!” The orc yelled again and got up on his feet as quickly as he could. “That’s my bike, you bitch!” He called out of the window, but all he got to see was a big cloud of dust, his priced vehicle disappearing into the distance.

Smoke began to fill the room and he had to cough. “But she left some cash here, right? I’ll just buy another!” He proclaimed and proudly laughed to himself. Even though the smoke wasn’t nearly thick enough to block his sight yet, he didn’t manage to spot the pouch the tigress had dropped earlier. “Fuck… She’s as smart as she’s hot.” The orc groaned and stumbled outside the burning building. “Guess her beat-up ride will have to get me home. Man…” He whispered, looking up at the sky. “She’s something else. I fucked a dozen girls in a night at the palace and my balls didn’t feel half as drained. I hope she fucks up. It’ll be my pleasure to ‘interrogate’ her when the king captured her.” The orc laughed. His pants still pulled down, he stumbled towards a nearby tree, grabbed his cock and pissed right on its dried-out bark. “That look in her eyes… I think she was even into it.” He grinned and laughed at the sky, obviously very content with himself.

***

“Shit… I hope we can make it to the city.” Rory said and nodded, only turning his gaze away from the rocky path for a short moment. “E on the fuel gauge stands for everything alright, right?” He asked the tome on the seat next to him. It had been remarkably silent ever since they began their drive, except for a few barks of “LEFT” or “RIGHT” whenever there was a fork in the road.

“Don’t count on it. You’ll have to rest the night and strap me to your back and hike it after. And you know it.”

The rockling sighed and tapped the glass in his vain hope that the needle might move back up. “Can’t you cast some spell again? Refill the tank?” He asked with a sigh. The engine was already sputtering every time they drove over a larger bump in the road.

“Why can’t you? Didn’t you brag about being an apprentice to me?”

Rory groaned and slapped his hand against his face. “No. It was always ‘Soon I’ll teach you’. ‘Have patience, just do this for me.’” The monkey made an annoyed face, not looking at the road, and mimicking the movements of his master’s mouth with one hand.

“HIT THE BRAKES, FOOL! See that temple over there? We’ll rest there. Hope your feet are as fast as your mouth.”

The magician’s apprentice wanted to protest but refrained and just bit his tongue instead. He steered the car towards the stairs that led up to the large but crumbling building. Before he could even ask how he was going to shut down the engine without a key to turn, he had already stalled it by stepping on the break until the car stood still.

He angrily slapped the steering wheel and huffed before opening the door and jumping out of the car. After looking around, he put a hand next to one of his ears and listened. “I think I can hear a stream nearby. At least I can refill my flask. I’m parched.” Then he turned towards the setting sun. “It’s getting late. Great. Well, at least there should be enough time to gather some wood to start a fire.” He opened the passenger door and looked at the large tome, the whole reason for his life being set on a rollercoaster going downhill fast. “You wouldn’t mind if I ripped out a page or two to light the kindling, would you?” He asked as he lifted the heavy thing out of the car.

“Only as much as you’d enjoy keeping your fingers.”

The rockling rolled his eyes. “You’re no fun, no fun at all.”

***

“He took the tome! He took it and ran!” – “And he took the last car! Ours is trash! We’ll be lucky if we get home alive!”

Xela was hiding behind a rock, just far enough away from the Lost Scriptorium to stay out of sight and remain unnoticed. She spotted a few people walking around in front of it, cursing, spitting, and stomping on the ground. She read their lips and filled the gaps with fragments of the conversation that were carried over to her sensitive ears by the wind.

She watched one of them hitting another until they fell on the ground. The one still standing yelled. “It’s all your fault! We should have worked together!” It was loud enough for the tigress to hear without having to strain her ears focusing on it. “Alright…” She whispered under her breath. “They’re just fighting. That explains those tracks I found leading away from here. I better go find out who this ‘he’ is.”

The rogue turned around and ran back the way she came from. She was fast but took each step carefully. She jumped from stone to stone, making her way without leaving any traces that could have been followed and without kicking up any dust that would have given away her position.

A few minutes later, she arrived at an inconspicuous brush. Nothing about it seemed special until she reached down into the ground and pulled on something, a big cloth. Dust, dirt, and rocks flew, and she unveiled the bike she had come on. Everyone else would just have seen a mound of dirt. She started the engine and drove off slowly until she reached a safe distance. 

Then she let the engine roar and followed the tracks she spotted earlier at full throttle. She knew of secret caches along the way she guessed those tracks would take her by. That meant conserving fuel was none of her concerns. Time on the other hand, was not on her side.

Unlike her prey, she knew the lay of the land well. She was able to take shortcuts, jumping her bike across ravines, saving some time as she followed the tracks. Still, the sun was setting, and she felt the cold creeping up her spine. The horrors of the night were something even her elite skills were no match for. But there was another thing the orc had not lied to her about: The bike she was riding was carrying her faster than the wind. It was a well-oiled machine that took her driving it at full speed without a hitch. She only slowed down when she was certain that she was getting close to the temple that the driver of the car she was chasing must have had retreated into. The next safe haven from the creatures of the night would have been too far off for even an expert driver to make it that far.

She felt confident. Instead of ditching her bike like she did before, she just slowly drove it up to the temple and parked it right next to the car she found there. When she touched the hood, it was still hot, clear evidence the car had been used not too long ago. The conversation she overheard clearly mentioned a “he” and unless Dee had changed in very strange ways, the tigress was certain she would not face another master thief. The worst thing she could face was a trickster, someone who got lucky, not an opponent whom she would have to worry about.

Regardless, she double-checked the straps on her leather armor and made sure all her knives were where she expected them to be. The air outside felt cooler than it had any right to after the sun had fully disappeared behind the horizon only minutes ago. Xela quickened her step to make it onto the stairs of the temple. In a realm where demons walked among mortals, it was better to believe some rumors. Finding out the truth could mean that your head was ripped off your shoulders seconds after you had enlightened yourself with that knowledge.

Carefully, without making a single noise, the tigress sneaked into the temple. Even though the sconces had not burned in decades, it felt as if the darkness inside was less oppressive than the moonless night outside.

The tigress’ eyes adjusted to the darkness easily. She went deeper into the temple until the smokey scent of a fire reached her nose. Someone was here, and now she knew exactly where she needed to go. She saw the light of a small campfire flickering as she leaned against the doorframe and investigated the room. 

As soon as she spotted the rockling monkey who was sleeping on a few scraps of wall tapestry he must have had gathered to protect himself from the cold, the tigress snarled. “Him? Again?” She whispered, angry about herself for breaking the silence. It seemed as if her voice had not been carried over the crackling flames next to Rory’s makeshift bed site.

Xela smirked. After all, it turned out as if she did well by sparing the mage’s apprentice the last time the two met. She would much rather face him than the master thief Dee and her entourage. The most desired tome that her lady wanted to be destroyed was so close to the tigress’ grasp, finally. It was lying on the ground right at the monkey’s big feet. How convenient that there was a fire just nearby. 

As fast as a shadow flying across the night sky, she ran across the room, grabbed the tome and…

“NO!”

The tigress yelled and dropped her prize. She held her ears as the otherworldly scream flooded her mind. As the book fell to the ground, it landed on its spine, cracked open, and the pages sifted through themselves. “What the fuck?” Xela yelped as she looked at the book. All she could see were some cryptic runes on the pages before tentacles and a maw with horribly sharp teeth emerged from them. 

Her reflexes were quick, but she was still stunned by the shock of what was happening. The book’s unnatural fleshy appendages were quicker than she was. Before she could run out of the door, two of them wrapped around her ankles and lifted her up in the air. Two more stretched out to wrap around her wrists, but the tigress was able to slash one of them with her claws. Next, she quickly grabbed a knife and cut off one of the tentacles holding her legs. It dissolved into a cloud of smoke, and before she could react again, two more shot forth. One reclaimed her ankle, the other wrapped around her wrist tightly.

Xela’s limbs were caught by the strange monstrosity and further appendages extended. One took away the knife she was holding, others slipped straight underneath her armor to search for the ones she had hidden away. She snarled and growled, trying to break free of the many tentacle arms holding her up and slowly pulling her down towards the large maw.

“What is going on?!” Between all the commotion, a sleepy Rory had first sprung to his feet and then tried to get away from the monstrous mass erupting from the book. When he spotted the striped and semi-undressed tigress in the bundle of tentacles, he opened his eyes wide. “YOU!” He yelled and pointed at her. “What are you doing here?!” He questioned her and then turned towards the book. “Don’t eat her! Stop!” The riled-up rockling walked up to it and kicked the tome. It didn’t have any effect on it other than the daring monkey almost breaking one of his toes. However, it seemed like the otherworldly being decided to oblige and follow his demand. 

“You know her? Sure… sure… go ahead. But if she tries anything funny, I’ll end her. So, make sure, she behaves.” 

The tentacles unraveled and all but the four holding the rogue’s wrists and ankles retreated into the latently magic pages of the book. Even the creature’s big maw dissolved into a big puff of smoke. The strong appendages turned her around until she was facing Rory. To her dismay, the tigress noticed what the beast’s quick search had done to her armor.

Removing the dagger she had kept hidden near her chest, it had pushed her armor back and revealed her breasts for the second time that day. Much worse, it had completely slashed open the armor covering her crotch when it ripped off the leather strap on her thigh that had held her throwing knives. Her arms, legs, and back were still covered by the skintight leather, but her perky tits and naked folds were completely exposed to the rockling who had previously been at her mercy.

“A magical trap?!” She asked him, staring at him defiantly. “Guess the old wizard did teach you some tricks after all?” Even while waiting for an answer, she contorted herself, tried to slip out of the grip the arms had on her. As if the book read her thoughts, the tentacles coiled around her another time, making sure her efforts were in vain. She managed to pull her wrist closer to her face and tried to bite the long appendage that was holding her, but the being just reacted by pulling on her harder, spreading her legs more, and making her expose herself to the rockling until her pussy lips parted and Rory got a glimpse at her love tunnel. 

He gulped audibly and it took him a few seconds to pull himself away from the tantalizing sight in front of him. “N-No… it’s not a magical trap!” He finally stammered. But then a realization dawned on him. It was better if he could keep the upper hand, after all. “It’s my familiar, an enchanted tome, yes, yes, under my command as you see!” As he explained, the rockling mysteriously raised his hands, performing mythical gestures, as if he was about to cast another spell. Xela rolled her eyes. She had given up on trying to free herself. It was better to conserve her energy than to waste it fighting the inevitable. 

“So that is not the Danesh, the long-lost tome the king wants, eh?” She asked and looked into the rockling’s eyes dead-on. It was easy for her to notice that he had trouble peeling them away from her breasts and pussy. He didn’t answer her. “Hey! You’ve already seen everything up close before, so at the very least answer me before you ogle me more!” She was running out of patience even though she didn’t really have any control of the situation. No matter what, she did not want to be ignored.

“Err… yes, it is!” Rory replied quickly. He scratched the back of his neck, fumbling for words. “But I tamed it! It’s under my command now, as you can see.” He nodded eagerly, staring at the book, just waiting for the spirit inside to betray him. But it remained silent. “Hmpf…” Xela groaned. “So, I guess that’s how you tricked the others and got away? Using the powers of the tome? You’re smarter than I had given you credit for. My mistake. At least you’re still as cute as I remember. So, I can only get so mad.” She batted her eyelids at the enchanted rockling. Clearly, not getting much action, at least not the kind he wanted, during his time of travelling with his group on the wild hunt, made the rogue’s teasing have an effect even greater than it usually had on her chosen partners or victims.

“Cute? What do you mean?” Rory asked, rubbing his eyes, then stretching his arms out. The hunt had stressed him out for weeks, he was sleep deprived, and Xela’s compliment had clearly knocked him off balance. “Whatever could I mean, hm?” She asked and flattened her ears, looking at the rockling in front of her with bedroom eyes. “Just look at your big ears and hands…. Bet you were Dee’s boytoy, weren’t you? How about you see if I’m not better than her. Just call off your little… pet, and let’s have some fun!” She teased him, making those suggestive remarks. The whole time she was hanging loosely from the tentacle arms holding her, almost as if she was lying in a weird kind of hammock. She moved her paws around and blinked her big green eyes at the rockling.

“Man…. I can’t watch this any longer. She’s got another dagger hidden near her shoulder blade. Guess I wasn’t thorough enough. Take it, thank me later. Then tie her up with some of those ropes on the wall you ripped the carpets from. I will NOT be a bondage toy for your little session.”

The rockling’s ears twitched, and he didn’t respond to the tigress. “Hey, what? Am I not good enough for you anymore? Now that you’ve had some siren puss’?” The teasing tigress tried to rile him up further. Rory stared at her for a moment and realized that it had only been him hearing the tome’s words. He scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “No… no… this is a perfectly fine… puss!” He calmy replied and slowly shuffled closer to the bound-up rogue. After getting on his knees in front of her and staring directly at her flower, he turned his head a bit. Even though he wasn’t looking at it anymore, he could still see those tantalizing damp lips in his mind’s eye.

“Oh?” She cooed and looked down at her little plaything. “Going to warm me up a bit?” She asked him and then yelped in surprise when Rory squeezed his arm in between her ass and what remained of her armor on her back. He rummaged around with his big hand, once again making her twist and wiggle in the tentacles’ grasp. “Hey.. hey what are you doing?!” Xela struggled, powerless against what was happening. The rockling bit his lower lip when he felt the thin leather sheath of the blade and its metal handle. There was a dagger exactly where the tome had told him. He held onto it and pulled it along, all the way until it came back to the dim light of the campfire.

Xela growled angrily. Her spontaneous plan had been foiled. “What is that?” Rory asked her, giving her an accusatory stare. “How did you know it was there?!” The rogue just countered his with another question. “Metal detection spell?” He mumbled and tried to balance the sheathed knife on a finger before it dropped to the ground with a loud clank.

The tigress sighed. She let her head hang down and just stared at the ceiling of the side chamber they were in. She noticed that parts of it were missing. After her eyes readjusted to the darkness, she could even see a few stars on the night sky. “Fine… you got me.” She sighed. “You’re just gonna stare all night now?” She raised her head again, a challenging look on her face, one eyebrow raised. Rory looked back at her. It was hard for him to hide a glint of desire in his eyes. He picked up the dagger he just dropped and tossed it to the others the tome’s tentacles had taken away from her earlier. 

“No… it’s… too exhausting to keep…” He waved his hands around, pointing at the tentacles. “… this spell up all night! I’ll tie you up and then I shall… punish you! For trying to steal the tome. And last time!” He nodded resolutely before he turned on the spot and began tearing the ropes off the wall, pulling out a few of the metal hooks they were affixed to as well. After shaking the dusty tethers off, he approached the tigress again. “Ohh… rockling monkey is going to turn me into his rope bunny?” She teased him. Her laughter was cut short when the tentacles slightly twisted her arms and pulled her wrists closer together. 

Slowly, the tentacle arms retreated as Rory put one of the ropes around her wrists and they fully pulled back as soon as he had tied the ends together in a strong knot. He looked around and finally settled on the nearby wall. There were yet more hooks fixed to it, and those didn’t have those huge cracks right near their bases. The rockling grabbed the rope that was binding her wrists and just pulled the tigress along. The tentacles holding her ankles extended, allowing him to carry her over to the spot he picked out. 

Sand had been blown in from the outside and gathered in a small, scattered heap on the ground, providing a somewhat cushioned bedding for the tigress when he guided her down to the ground and bound her wrists to one of the metal rings. They were so conveniently placed that both were wondering for a moment if they were spending the night in some kind of holding cell. 

Xela grinned at him, and she wiggled her toes around. Her anxious captor had had to bend over. His crotch was so close to her face that her sensitive nose could pick up his arousing unwashed smell even through his pants. Her profession required her to be quick to adjust and to make the best out of situations. Seeing the cute rockling be so playful with her was far from the worst outcome. What skin did she truly have in the game of sisterhood rivalry between Baelzed and Dee, after all?

“Aren’t you a little overdressed?” She teased him when he got back up. “M-Maybe…” Rory replied with a stutter. “Will you let me finish first?!” He quickly followed up. The tigress chuckled playfully. After giving up on the stupid tome, this was indeed quite an enjoyable outcome for her. She was bound, but somehow still in control. When her captor replaced the tentacle arms on her ankles with those ropes, she even played along to find a somewhat comfortable position for herself. Her upper back was firmly on the ground, but her ass was raised in the air. She was just begging to be taken, her pussy even stood open the tiniest bit, enough to maybe slip in a little finger. As soon as the last knot was firmly tied, the final tentacle retreated into the book. For a moment, there were only the mad scribbles on the pages.

Then both Xela and Rory winced when the tome slammed itself shut and then just lay there. Suddenly, they were the only ones left, no more unholy monstrosity sharing the room with them. It was the rogue who spoke up first. “So… are you less shy now that your… pet has gone to sleep?” She asked him and wiggled in the ropes that were binding her. “Come on! You’ve been staring at my pussy for ages now. I want to see that cute dick of yours again.” Her teasing did not cease. With her hands and paws bound, her tongue was the only sharp tool she had left.

“You have no patience for a good thing!” Rory countered, making the tigress growl playfully. Completely unceremoniously, he undressed. First, he took off his loose top and tossed it aside. Then he pulled down his pants and took off his boots to strip them off completely. His cock was dangling freely, the shaft glistening with sweat, the foreskin almost completely pulled over his glans. It spread a scent in the air that the tigress would have recognized anywhere. She took a deep breath, and the lips she began drooling from where not the ones on her face.

Xela raised an eyebrow when he put his boots back on. “Wow… you’re keeping the shoes on?” She asked him playfully. “Yeah! I don’t want to step on some bug or something!” He replied in protest. “What a true gentleman, not hesitant to put your lady on that same ground you don’t want to step on.” She teased, getting the rockling to pout. “Will you at least warm me up?” She asked him, wiggling her rump in the air. “Doesn’t seem like you need it…” Rory replied while he pushed the tip of his middle finger against her perineum and then slowly moved upwards, making her pussy lips spread further. By the time he slipped past her clit and his finger was raised up in the air again, a string of her honey was dangling from it.

“How about YOU warm ME up? You seem to be the one needing it so badly!” He suggested as he bent down next to her face, reaching down to the tigress. Before the string of her own juices even touched her lips, she craned her neck up, and let it disappear inside her mouth along with the tip of the monkey’s digit. It came back out dry and clean when she released him with a pop. There was a proud smile on her lips when she saw his uncut dick twitch from the corner of her eyes. He was still far from erect, but the blood was gathering in his sensitive organ. “Fine…” She replied calmly. “But I can’t reach you like that. How about you get your cute little butt up to my face?”

For just a second, their eyes met. Rory’s spoke volumes about how he wanted to question her if she didn’t understand that she wasn’t in a position to make demands. Him lifting one leg over the tigress and then slowly lowering himself down onto her face, though, showed that he was all too happy to give in to it. He couldn’t see it anymore, with his tush about to cover that grinning face, but Xela was clearly proud of herself to get him exactly where she wanted him to be. Soon, her lips were touching the monkey’s puckered asshole. She slipped her rough tongue out and gave it a playful lick, making him exhale sharply. “No! No funny backdoor business!” He protested, raising his tail.

He slid back, dragging his sweaty balls over the tigress lips and nose, leaving her to drown in his scent. Her mouth was nestled against his soft shaft when he stopped. As he was squatting, he put his hands on the tigress’ thighs and let them roam. He only let them get so close to her glistening wet cunt, though. Too vividly did he remember his disappointment from the last time he ate her out. He was not going to give her the satisfaction this night.

It was no big disappointment for her, though. The dick she now had at her disposal smelled so good, much better than the one she had been offered earlier that day. As she kissed and licked it near the base, the monkey’s scent flooded her mind, and it was hard to say if it was her nectar or spit that was flowing more richly. 

She pushed her nose against his balls, subtly made him move back further and allowing her to lick more of his length. With every passing second, it got harder. In the beginning it was floppily hanging over her lips. The more she pampered it with her special kind of worship, the harder it got, until it began pointing upwards and she had to crane her neck again to even reach the tip. Blissfully, she licked over the partially exposed glans, pushing the foreskin back. Rory shivered in pleasure and the skillful tigress was rewarded with a few drops of his precum.

“You taste really good…” She praised him with a purr. “Ahn… just… be quiet and continue…” The rockling replied. He looked down at her licking his junk from balls to the tip, seemingly having a really good time. Reaching down, he grabbed her by the cheeks and made her tilt her head all the way back. Even more demanding, he pressed his cock against her lips as soon as she was in the right position. There was no resistance from the rogue. She gladly let him fuck her mouth.

“Glk…glk.glk”

She was gagging ever so softly when Rory began thrusting into her throat. A bulge appeared on her neck each time he sank his length into her. His hands were shaking when they slipped from her cheeks, and he held onto her breasts instead. He was gently fondling her titflesh as he kept humping away. The sight was hypnotizing to him as he looked down at her. It was nothing compared to the tightness he was thrusting into, though. Xela was still using her tongue on him, sending shivers of pleasure and almost overstimulation down his spine. He could have sworn she was trying to keep him in or just devour his dick. Her lips held him in so tight each time his balls were touching her nose. 

But he managed to pull back out every time, only leaving a few more drops of ball sweat behind on her smelling organ, and a contently purring tigress. Those vibrations, he could feel going all the way through his dick and up his spine, making his whole body tremble. It was hard for him to break into a steady rhythm when the rogue underneath him knew so many ways to make him feel amazing with her mouth. Slowly, his gaze creeped up over her smooth belly and even further up to her sopping wet pussy. 

It was filled with her juices, like the most tempting chalice, and every contraction send a gush of her nectar flying, seeping into her fur, and sometimes even dripping into the sand underneath them. He could watch her fill back up again even as she sucked him off. It was the forbidden cherry he didn’t get to fully enjoy the last time they met.

“G-Gah!” He moaned as he pulled his cock free from the tightness of her throat, mouth, and lips. It was glistening with saliva and precum, running from his tip down to his balls, and dripping onto the rogue’s face. “Oof… careful! You’ll get it in my eyes!” She protested and chuckled while catching her breath. The rockling didn’t reply. He just jumped over her as if she was nothing but a minor obstacle. His tail swooshed by the tigress face. The scent emanating from the sweat he had drenched her face with was all that she had to settle for. For a second, Xela was in a daze, her senses unusually dampened for her. Feeling Rory’s big hands on her thighs pulled her right back into the moment though.

‘Slap-plap-slip’

She moaned hotly when the rockling slapped his dick right onto her drooling snatch. Droplets were flying, disappearing right in the fur of the two frenemies with benefits. Without taking a break, he began humping, his cock sliding between her two swollen aroused lips. “Oh shit… yes…” Xela bit her lower lip, but she was not ashamed to let her moans slip anymore. She was staring right up at the monkey who was manhandling her, roughly holding onto her thighs, while his dick was grinding against her sensitive flower, the tip of it pushing her little button again and again. There was no shame in her eyes when she stared at the way his foreskin moved back and forth along with his thrusts. She could feel his balls twitching when they slapped against her back. The drops of precum falling onto her belly, wetting her fur, were like unspoken praise the rockling didn’t want to let come over his lips.

The rogue didn’t know if it was intentional or not, Rory himself probably didn’t, either, but with one sudden thrust, instead of slipping by her entrance, his hard cock slipped right into her depths. Even though her legs were stretched by the ropes holding her, they were shaking when Xela let out her deeply satisfied moan. It was as if an itch she felt for so long was being scratched. She knew how to take care of her needs, but after such a long time focused solely on her mission, there was nothing to beat the real thing.

Her fuck partner hesitated for a little while when his whole length had sunken into her soft embrace. It had been hard for him to imagine something feeling even better than her mouth, and he had not been prepared to be enlightened so shortly after. It took the rogue contracting her inner muscles and giving his hard shaft an equally hard squeeze to snap him out of his short moment of pure bliss. “Don’t stop now, master wizard.” She cooed and gyrated her hips, grinding against his cock and squeezing his balls with her butt.

Rory smirked and he let his hands further slide up her thighs. “Yess… Feel my power!” He mightily roared and then began thrusting even harder than he did when he was plowing her throat. It was enough to get the tigress to stop chuckling after his weird little outburst. Enough to knock the wind out of her lungs in many lusty moans.

Unintentionally, Rory had picked the perfect angle when he bound her up. His dick was grinding against the tigress’ inner pleasure button with every thrust. He picked the perfect rhythm to push her higher and higher on her waves of pleasure. In return, he got to see her tits bounce with every thrust, and she kept twisting and turning her hips, guiding his shaft right to the epicenter of her lust every time, her inner muscles squeezing him, making him want to never pull out again.

His instincts were stronger than his will, though, pushing him to send his uncut rocket on expedition after expedition into the rogue’s tight love crevice. There was no new knowledge to gain with each deep dive, only a pleasure that mounted more with each trip. His tail swooshed through the air behind him as they gave in to their shared drive and bursts of passion, the main thing that connected them in their lives in which only sheer coincidence made their paths cross twice.

‘Plap-plap-plap’

“Ah… Ahh… Ahhnn….” The tigress moans went from loud, to lusty and loud, and finally passionately guttural. Her paws were high up in the air and her toes were curling. The ancient walls around them were holding up, but Rory felt those around his cock trembling as if an earthquake was neverendingly shaking them up. For a split-second, they squeezed his shaft so tightly it was almost painful. Then they released him again while the whole tigress underneath him was shaking and pulling on her ropes so much, he was momentarily worried if they might break after all. That was all before a gush of femcum wetting his crotch washed his worries away.

After Xela had her short while to ride out her orgasm, the rockling continued thrusting into her depths. She had already gotten away once without truly satisfying him. Now it was his turn, his time to ride the high waves of pleasure. The lustful moans coming from her just spurred him on even more. “Shit… you’re good.” She whispered as soon as she wasn’t completely out of breath anymore. “Don’t… stop ngh….” She shook her head. “I meant… don’t forget… oh yes right there…” She had a hard time finishing the sentence she wanted to get out. “Don’t forget… to pull out…” Finally, she was able to make her point. All her training in how to focus was washed away by lusty rockling cock and the scent of it clouding her mind.

The tigress had her fair share of experience, she was not one to hold back expressing her desires. When she felt the tell-tale signs of her partner getting closer without showing any signs of honoring her request, a worried frown showed on her face.

“You should listen. I don’t see anything good in your future if you breed her. Remember where we are!”

“Ngah! Shut… up… and… stop… watching… I’ve been… pushed… around… ever… since the hunt… started!” Rory angrily protested, each of his words underlined by another powerful thrust into the tigress’ tight cunt and his balls wetly slapping against her nectar-soaked ass. Xela raised an eyebrow. The sudden outburst made her question her fuck buddy’s sanity. For the rockling, the satisfaction he felt for having things finally go his way mixed with his nearing climax and combined into an explosion of pleasure. 

He squeezed Xela’s thighs as he held her in place while his cock violently throbbed inside her. The first eruption of his seed was enough to effortlessly flood her womb and to force out another gush of her juices. The next load made her overflow with cum around his cock. Then he yanked his cock out of that insanely hot tightness the tigress enveloped him with. Powerful enough for his cock to lift off her pussy with countless strands of their sticky combined love cocktail connecting them, he painted the tigress body and face with his seed.

The sight of those thick ropes of cum flying was arousing enough to drown out the worries the tigress had about that potent load inside of her. Rory only saw the result of them when he opened his eyes again after coming down from his climax.

They both had to endure the strange moment when they just listened to each other breathe and come down from their shared peaks of lust. The rockling took a step back to assess the mess he had made. The same thick cum that he had painted all over the tigress was dripping from her pussy. A long string forming before it broke off and landed as a big glob on the ground. That wasn’t the only thing he noticed, though. While they were having fun, his campfire had burned out, yet they were not in absolute darkness. The first rays of light shone in through the broken ceiling. They had fucked until the break of dawn.

“Lovely day, isn’t it?” Xela asked and grinned at the monkey who was standing over her. “And I’ve already taken care of your morning wood. How about you untie me, and we go our merry ways?” She asked him, giving him the most innocent smile a girl could give while cum was dripping from her cheeks. Rory shrugged and sighed. Under the tigress’ watchful eyes, he picked up his clothes and put them back on. “I think there would be no harm in that, I guess.” He mumbled and kneeled next to her right leg. His ears twitched once he tried to loosen the knot in the rope that kept her tied down.

“Seriously? How dumb are you? Take one of her bundles of cash and those keys, take whatever vehicle she came here with, and leave her here to rot. Are you just a glutton for punishment or what?”

Rory trembled, his lips shaking, he was stammering some unintelligible words. “No!” He finally said after clearing his throat. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice… you know how it goes!” He explained, got back on his feet, and dusted off his pants. The tigress snarled angrily after he turned away from her and walked over to the pile of her possessions the tentacle beast had taken off her. “Really? You can’t leave me here! Especially not like this! There’ll be beasts wandering in here once the smoke from your fire has dissipated.”

The strain on the ropes could be heard when she tried to free herself by force. Her claws were extended, she looked as if she was going to rip someone to shreds, had she been able to free herself. The rockling gritted his teeth. He picked up the keychain, one of the pouches that was heavy with the coins inside, and finally the tome which had commanded him to leave her behind. When he turned around, he had to face the tigress giving him a death stare. “Curse you, damn monkey.” She hissed, then turned her face away from him. Even though she was covered in his seed, she didn’t want to give him the triumph of seeing her broken and angry.

“GET OUT! They are coming for you!”

Even though the scream wasn’t coming from the outside, Rory covered his ears instinctively and dropped the things he had picked up. He grabbed one of the many sheathed knives lying on the ground and threw it towards the tigress. It fell to the ground and slid until it came to a rest near the small of her back. She would have to nearly dislocate her shoulders, but she would be able to grab it, at least that’s what the monkey told himself.

He didn’t want to see just how flexible she was and how quickly she could free herself, though. All he did was grab tome, keys, and a modicum of wealth, and he ran. Sand was kicked up in the air. His long slim tail was the last thing the tigress saw of him.

***

Rope was cutting into her wrists, her hands were numb, but slowly, rocking back and forth, her sharp knife was cutting through the ropes that held her. “Shit!” She cursed. Too exhausted to immediately cut her ankles loose, all she could do was to wait for the feeling in her hands to return as she heard the roaring sound of the engine of the motorbike she had ‘borrowed’ from the orc.

She took a deep breath to clear her mind. Then she began planning how to get back to the palace to give her report. Her thoughts weren’t as focused as they usually were. Again and again, she caught herself trying to plan out opportunities to meet that damn monkey again. Yet, deep inside her, she wasn’t sure if their paths would ever cross another time.

“Those damn cute ears… and big hands…” She whispered to herself.

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Art by Twinkle-Sez

Rory by Twinkle-Sez