Monster Fucker - Redux Ch. 03

"If it isn't the ever fearless McKayle Du'lock," Bartha mused, turning her plump elven face towards the dwarf.


"Bartha," he slurred, stumbling towards the desk," ya are as lovely as ever."


And you're as daft as ever," she replied, a smile tugging at her painted lips," long time, hasn't it?"


A sigh and a nod were his only response as he slouched against the counter.


"You still the third wheel?"


A grumble.


A snort," well, look at it this way," Bartha said, patting his flushed cheeks, the scent of her clawing perfume flooding his nostrils," you've always got us," she added, beaming.


He snorted," that mean ya gonna give me a free night?"


"Do I look like a charity," she replied, chuckling, the act causing her blubbery body to jiggle and wobble in interesting ways.


"The twins in?"


"Yeah," she said," just go up, I'll send them."


Moments later McKayle found himself mostly drunk, naked, save for a towel that did nothing to hide the eagerness of his second head, and in a room with more indigo and scarlet than a dye factory. Shelves and dressers filled with all manner of paraphernalia lined the room's wall and the scent of sickly-sweet incense clung to the air like a stubborn child. A door curtained-off by gold-trimmed silks stood before him, the sound of tittering and feminine giggles emanating from beyond its velvety membrane.


The adventurer's tool twitched, his mouth salivating at the statuesque shadows beyond, tonight was going to be worth every penny.


"Have you been a naughty little dwarf?" A husky feminine voice cooed.


"Uh huh," he grunted.


"Do you want to be punished?" Another voice added, this one sweet and high-pitched.


Another grunt, and his hand ached to start stroking himself. He beat it down. The night was arguably still young, and the twins were always worth the wait.


"We didn't catch that?"


Another swig," punish me," he responded, his eyes glinting in the room's amber light.


A giggle.


"Well, you heard the naughty boy," the husky one replied, punctuating her final word with a solid smack.


A yelp, then giggles.


"Yeah, someone needs a good spanking," the other added, finishing with a smack of her own.


And, with those words, the twins stepped out from the room's bathroom. The twins or Margret and Marguerite as they were better known, were twins in nothing but name and the third legs dangling between their meaty thighs. The women, one dark-skinned, white-haired, and built like a runner, the other fair-skinned, black-haired, and built like a blushing bride sauntered forward, hand in hand, their hips swaying, and their bodies clad in a black and red corset.


It was a sight, that stirred a chorus of thoughts and emotions within McKayle he'd rather not have dealt with. More so when his mouth salivated, and his cock throbbed to near bursting when his eyes locked onto the meaty veined things that were the twins' cocks and their hefty testicles. He was fairly sure there was something wrong with him, but in that moment he much didn't care as he smothered all his worries beneath an ocean of wanton lust.


"Looks like someone's eager," Marguerite purred, cupping her partner's plush bum as McKayle licked his chapped lips in anticipation.


"Yes," Margret cooed in reply, languidly running her fingers down her lover's dark meat.


"Should we give him a show?"


McKayle nodded, his cock drooling like a broken tap.


Pouting, Margaret shook her head," he's been a very naughty boy."


Marguerite nodded in agreement, her phallus growing in tune with Margaret's ministrations," he's been off doing gods knows what and hasn't visited in ages. So, what do all naughty boys deserve?"


Margaret beamed, running her finger up her lover's now turgid cock tasting the beading pearls of her efforts a moment later," they get punished," she finished, popping her glistening finger out of her mouth, her own dick, an engorged pole waiting for a hole.


Another lick of their sensuous lips and they were upon him. Thus, within moments the middle-aged, red-bearded dwarf found himself on all fours, his muscled hairy bum in the air, and his face buried mouth first into Margaret's sweaty muff. Lapping hungrily, he slurped down her juices, jiggling the hefty bulk that were the vixen's hairless testicles. She tasted like fine ale and he wanted more.


"That's it," Margaret purred, pinching her engorged teats while her phallus continued to drool copiously from its fore skinned crown. "Just like that," she added as his broad tongue ran the gambit of her meaty lower lips. He luxuriated, feeling the woman's folds against his tongue. It was utter bliss, and he could have been there forever being smothered in her sweat and juices. However, he couldn't because with a sharp smack he yelped, bucking against Margaret's sex.


"Hey," the pale woman pouted.


A giggle," just had to make sure I wouldn't be fucking a rock," Marguerite replied," can't ever be sure when it comes to the rock diddlers," she added, pinching his rump, and eliciting a pleasured groan from him. "Yeah, this will do," smacking him again.


Another moan.


There was a clutter of activity behind him, but before he could cock his head to see, Margaret grabbed his head and smothered him against her sodden cunt. He lapped.


"That's it... just like that..."


And he did, losing himself in her flavor and savage titillations, only to be taken over the edge as something warm slid against and into his tight pucker before it was brutally plundered in one fell swoop.


"Fuck."


~Eliza/Lisa


By the time the pair emerged from the warehouse the sky was a tapestry of stars and they were both blissfully sated from food and pleasant company. It'd been ages since they'd had such a relaxing day, and between the new delivery contract and the wonderful company, it couldn't have been a better day.


"so," Lisa said as they waddled through the still bustling streets of the dock's district arm in arm.


"What?" Eliza asked, her stomach blissfully satisfied and the taste of Cheryl's spicy pork still on her tongue.


An eye roll.


A snort," yeah... it was fun," Eliza finally relented.


"Told you."


"Whatever," Eliza grumbled," but it was good to see those two again."


"Yeah, can't believe they're having more twins? I mean..." Lisa trailed off, waving her spare hand as if to capture her straying thought.


"Yeah," Eliza replied with a nod," but I can't blame him," she added, shrugging," if I had a dick and was married to her, I'd do the same."


Smack.


"Ouch," Eliza yelped, rubbing her shoulder with a mock grimace.


Looking down at her friend, Lisa responded with exaggerated shock, causing both to burst out into a fit of laughter.


"Yeah," Lisa sighed moments later as she wiped a tear from her eye," I'd do the same."


Basking in the moment, they plodded through the choked streets in companionable silence. The sound of street vendors hawking their goods, random chatter, and animals filling in the quiet lull.


It was a lively night, even for Shijin with people bustling about, music filling the air, and most generally looking festive all things considered.


"Would you do it?" Eliza asked as they made their way across one of the myriad bridges that crisscrossed the city.


"What?"


"You know," Eliza shrugged," settling down and what not," she added, turning to rest her elbows on the bridge's painted and worn wooden surface.


"..."


"You know, it's just..." She trailed off, feeling a breeze tousle her hair as an overloaded gondola crawled through the waterway beneath them. Its passengers utterly inebriated and singing bawdy shanties as the oar's man looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there.


A sigh and the sound of the rail squeaking with the weight of another," honestly," Lisa said, looking out at the activity beyond," I haven't put much thought into it. Always figured... you know after," she sighed.


Eliza nodded," yeah I know."


"You?"


A shrug," no clue," Eliza said, flicking a splinter from the rail," but if the crone has anything to say about it, it'll probably be with me back home in Tyre and married to some count or something."


A snort.


"Yeah," Eliza said, chuckling," but it's something..."


"Yeah," Lisa added somberly, returning them back into companionable silence, the sound of sloshing water filling the gap. They stood, watching gondolas slip through the canals, some overloaded others barely filled, but most stuffed with cheery mostly drunken patrons.


"You know," Lisa chimed in several moments later," we should do something."


Quirking an eyebrow," like what?"


A nod, a smile," yeah, something fun."


~Eliza/Lisa


"You can't be serious," Eliza said with utter incredulity as Lisa shouldered the toy rifle.


They were at a carnival stand manned by a surly looking dwarf with a glass eye and a chipped golden tooth. The wooden stand overstuffed with cheap trinkets was one of dozens of other carnival and festival stands lining the various streets and bridges throughout the city. It was after all the start of the midsummer festival in Shijin, though Eliza had mostly forgotten about the whole event, given the events of the previous few weeks.


"What," Lisa teased," you scared?"


It was bait; they both knew it, and Eliza took it. She was after all the better shot, even though she preferred a sword.


Nodding to the dwarf, she was handed a rifle a moment later.


"Bring it," she said, smirking.


"We'll see," Lisa replied, rolling her eyes to mask the giddiness in her voice. Settling into a stance moments later, Lisa readied the paperweight of a weapon in her hand. It was nothing like their 6-piece, but it was decently made for a carnival prop all things considered. Though she'd have preferred using the Winston, even if it were probably overkill for just a festival game. With the thought flittering about in her mind, she was reminded by the ever-accounting portion of her mind, she needed to buy bullets and restock other essentials if her surprise was going to be for more than a few hours. She'd also need to...


The sound of a ding snapped her out of her thoughts, and she looked up to find Eliza looking like a cat that got into the bird's cage.


"Easy," Eliza gloated, shouldering her rifle.


With another eye roll Lisa returned her gaze back to the target, a pyramid of stacked bottles. Eliza had taken out two out of her stack, which meant Lisa just had to topple the entire thing...


"Easy..." The brunette muttered to herself.


"That was cruel," Eliza said as they plodded their way through the less crowded but still busy streets of Shijin on their way home.


"What?" Lisa replied with mock shock, carrying a fluffy blue and brown teddy bear the size of a man in her arms," you're just jealous you lost," she added, sticking out her tongue.


"Whatever," Eliza said, shaking her head, twirling her prize, a small bag of marbles and dice on her finger," you still didn't need to piss off the man like that."


"He shouldn't have tried to cheat us then," Lisa responded, shrugging, the act looking comical with the oversized toy in her arms," the posting said 200tickets and we had more than enough. He was just mad he couldn't take more money from us."


"So, what are you going to do with the damn thing anyway?" Eliza asked as they turned a corner onto the thoroughfare headed for their apartment," not like we have space for the thing."


"I was thinking..." Lisa started, trailing off a moment later as she saw Eliza stop and quirk an eyebrow. Turning her gaze to what had caught her partner's attention, Lisa too stopped.


"Hey," Alex greeted.


~Alex/Eliza/Lisa


Like always their apartment was sparse, small, but still homely.


"You're looking good," Eliza said, plopping onto her bed while Lisa sipped tea, and Alex settled into their room's only spare chair.


The black-haired woman was still as comely as ever, a look that was accentuated by her frilly dress, and her more confident posture.


Alex smiled," thanks," she said, picking up her cup of tea.


"So?" Lisa asked as their guest sipped," how are things?"


"Good."


"So, did you..." Eliza trailed off, wriggling her eyebrows, and wishing she had something to drink besides tea.


"No," Alex answered, shaking her head, a sad smile tugging at her lips," I got a message from the collegium saying he got married."


"That's..."


"It's fine," Alex sighed," I'm actually glad."


That caused the hunters' eyebrows to arch.


Alex smiled," it's like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. We both kinda knew it wouldn't last. It's just disappointing how it ended," she said," but I'm happy it's over."


Lisa shrugged," I suppose that makes sense."


Eliza replied with an incredulous look before sighing and slumping onto the bed," I'll never understand people."


"That's an understatement," Lisa snorted.


Eliza chuckled," says the walking abacus."


"So, what are you going to do?" Lisa asked, once they'd stopped giggling.


"That's kinda why I'm here," Alex replied, a nervous hitch to her voice," I was hoping to join you guys on your next job."


They both looked at her with utter bafflement.


"I don't mean like a job," Alex quickly added which only further confused the pair," I mean like go on hunts and things with you guys. After James and leaving the collegium and now this. I really have no ties to the place. I could probably get a job in as a horticulturist or some other botanical job, given my training, but I really don't think."


"You've got it," Eliza cut in, her voice giddy with excitement.


Lisa cocked her head, giving her best friend the look.


Eliza rolled her eyes," you were going to say yes either way."


Lisa's only response was an eyeroll followed by a tired sigh. It was true she was going to say yes, even though the analytical portions of her mind were already computing the added costs, adjusting their profit margins, along with compiling a litany of things they'd now need to account for. Things were about to get more expensive.


"I'm sor," Alex started, only for Lisa to raise a hand and smile.


"It's fine," Lisa said," we'll just need a contract first."


It was going to add another day to their preparations, but another person joining them wouldn't be too bad, especially given where they were going after the delivery. It was going to be an interesting delve.


~Harold


As the world resolved itself, Harold found himself seated on a tiny cot in a tiny, homely room. There was a desk, a table, a lit candle, and no door. Well, there was no way he was getting out of here he thought, taking in his surroundings.


There were a myriad of things buzzing about in his mind. He'd been given a job. It wasn't an impossible task, difficult, but not impossible given his skills and what he suspected would be the set up for his mark's protection. He'd have preferred not to do this job, but it wasn't like he really had a choice given the circumstances he now found himself in. John had seen Beatrix. And, if the past had any forbearance on the present...


He shook his head. It would only make him feel terrible and he wasn't in the mood to dwell on things that could be. He just needed a plan. He could do it; he'd gotten away before, things were just a bit more complicated now, but he could do it. But...


The wall in front of him swirled like dust before coalescing into a door. It opened snapping him out of his thoughts. Molly stepped through it a moment later. Like always the half-beast kin woman was the picture of fertility and barely contained strength.


She nodded at him, her face as pleasant as ever even with her curling black horns and wild mane of hair. She had a pile of clothes in a hand and signed a series of statements with the other.


Harold blinked and looked at her with confusion. It'd been ages since he'd seen someone sign, and he wasn't the best even when he was exposed to it on a regular basis.


"Can you do that again?"


She nodded, then gave him the sort of smile a mother gave to a particularly slow child before signing slowly at him.


"Get dressed...five minutes... leave in ten?"


She nodded and presented his clothes and what looked like a festival mask on top of them.


He gave her a questioning look.


She nodded, smiled, and stepped out, the door vanishing a heartbeat later.


He shook his head, sighing, before getting dressed a second later.


The clothes were snug, but well made. Something that was to be expected given they were his old clothes from when he still lived with the friar and his hand. He supposed there was a sort of symmetry to the whole affair, but he wasn't about to think about it. There was a job to do and he had better things to think about. The mask was odd though. Not only because it was a garishly colored thing with a gaping grin that sent a shiver up his spine, but also why exactly was he being given a mask. He'd never needed one in the past, and...


Thinking on it though, he guessed it would be a decent disguise, but if he were supposed to blend in...


He sighed and cocked his head as the wall in front of him swirled again, forming the door, and admitting Molly a heartbeat later.


She nodded and signed for him to follow.


They stepped into a hallway, that seemed to stretch out into eternity with more doors than he'd ever seen lining its sides.


Well, he thought, taking in just what he was seeing. John really had expanded since the last time he was on the Miriam. The Merriam or the sanctuary of personal study and reflection as it was known within the enclave of the word was as far as he knew, given his time within John's guardianship, was a pocket dimension or something given to each elite high-ranking member of the word. Whatever the case was, John's Merriam was far larger than it used to be, and it more than terrified him.


He inhaled, steadying his heart, and started after Molly.


It took an inordinate amount of time for them to reach their destination, an in descript door among a litany of in descript doors. How Molly knew which door was which, was beyond him. He'd never spent much time within the Merriam and even when he had, he'd always been confined to one room or the other.


The half-bovine woman plucked out a key from gods knew where, given her dress had no pockets and the only other thing she had on her was a pair of throwing axes strapped to her waist.


She nodded, opened the door, and he was hit with the scent of salt, fish, and the sound of waves and ruckus activity.


Just were where...


They stepped out and Harold realized their location. It should have been obvious, all thing considered. John was never going to spend more than the necessary amount of time within Shijin, and the Merriam's location was always a thing of relativity.


They stood on the deck of a small junk, surrounded by similarly sized ships on what had to only be the city's southern docks. The area was as always a riot of activity as sailors and fishermen jostled goods onto and off their boats while people jockeyed for a chance to buy the hauls.


"Where to?"


She turned and signed.


"Oh," Harold said as she motioned for him to take the lead. Scouting out their target was a good idea, though he'd have preferred to do it alone.


The city was awash with activity even at the wee hours of the morning, as people stumbled to work and back home from their nightly activity. Paper lanterns hung limply, illuminating the streets with their dimming lights, trash from the night before littered the streets, some billowing in the early morning breeze, morning birds cawed and cooed, and the city as ever, plodding on.


As they made their way through the meandering streets towards the city's western edge, Harold realized the reason for the mask. It was the week of the midsummer festival. And it was tradition for people to wear masks during it, though it was mainly a thing children did, but at least he wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb even in the city of too many.