Chapter 3: Giggling Death

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Leywife Monica – Free City of Raratha

I stroked Bryce’s strong chest as I cuddled up against him. A breeze wafted through the open window. It was warm even at night here. I wasn’t used to that. The room had grown quickly stuffy after our passionate love.

Now the breeze caressed over me.

“You should sleep,” Bryce said as I nuzzled into his ear and nibbled on it. My fingers played with his chest hair, twining them about my fingers. I had my thighs wrapped around his thick, right leg, my pussy lightly grinding on his hip.

“I should,” I purred. “After how hard you fucked me...” What a glorious passion that had been. He had loved me with vigor. “But I feel energized. Excited. We found your thief. We’re one step closer to saving Pater. It’s exciting.”

He looked up at the ceiling.

“Mmm, we’re going to do it,” I moaned, rubbing my pregnant pussy on his thigh. My hand slid down his body, reaching for his cock. “Save Pater. You’ll be a hero. Celebrated. Everyone will know your name.”

“Yes, they will,” he said.

My hands reached his cock, still wet with my pussy juices. I gripped him, his seed leaking out of my bred depths. I stroked up and down him, loving the feel of his girth. “Everyone will praise you. Mmm, there’ll be ballads composed in your honor. Grand tales. Epics penned by the bards of Az.”

I kissed at his cheek, crossing the whiskers, and headed for his nose. I breathed in deeply. A sweet scent drifted on the wind. I shuddered, my pussy grinding on his side. I was horny to go again. I wanted to slip onto his lap and ride him.

But that smell...

My eyes closed. I was suddenly so tired. The darkness of sleep pulled down at me. My hand went limp on his cock. My breathing grew steady. Lust faded as my mind relaxed down and down into the darkness, soothed by that sweet scent.

Bryce muttered something and then...

Dreams blossomed.

Illina

I was tied to Barg.

My lover’s body draped over me, transformed into his beast form. The swollen base of his cock, something that made Barg’s dick unique to any other I’d enjoyed in my life, had so stretched out my cunt we were stuck together. It took a quarter to a half-hour for him to pull out. It was such an intimate time.

He licked at my cheek, his tongue rasping. His dog-like muzzle pressed into me. Even in this form, his body was midnight black and hairless. I turned my head and groaned as his tongue licked over my lips and into my mouth.

I wasn’t one for monster sex like some women, but Barg was different. Intelligent and gentle and passionate. He watched over me after my mother died. Maybe it was twisted that I had seduced my mother’s lover when I grew up, but I didn’t care.

She shouldn’t have died breaking into Cernere’s Black Vault.

I loved her, missed her, but I would be better than her in every way. I would succeed. “We’re going to do it, Barg.”

“Undoubtedly, you will,” he said. “You are a bold one. More willing to take chances than your mother.”

“Being cautious didn’t work for her. Not in the end.” I shuddered. “Cernere’s Black Vault. The Goddess is going to take note of me.”

He chuckled, in this form it came out as a wheezing whine. “If she hasn’t already. I’m sure she’s rubbing her black cunt with those nimble fingers, just picking the lock to her vault as she waits for you to do what no one else has done.”

I smiled and then groaned as his tongue bathed my face again. I loved this so much. My pussy clenched around his cock. His knot still felt swollen. It would be a few minutes before we would come untied.

The breeze wafted around us. I glanced out at the window, staring at the moon. The silver face looked a little blurred like a light cloud, so thin to not even be visible, passed before it. Barg stirred in me as I luxuriated in this.

A low growl burst from Barg. I gasped as he turned on me. He didn’t usually do this. His cock twisted in me and then he lunged from me. I screamed as a sudden jolt ripped him out of my pussy. Pain flared in my cunt, killing any good mood I had.

“Gods damn, Barg!” I groaned.

Barg

I ripped my cock violently out of Illina’s cunt, hurting her, and threw myself at the darkness. There was nothing there and yet I slammed into a figure. A woman shouted in shock. My impact drove us both across the room and her into the wall. My claws scraped over body coated in a liquid. Flesh tore.

Bloody rents appeared in the air.

A halfling coated in liquid shadows, an alchemical concoction that could rend a person invisible.

“Gods damn cur!” the halfling shouted. I knew that voice. Owl. One of Fox’s halflings.

A dagger stabbed into my side. The point found the gap between two of my ribs. It sunk in a few inches before catching on the bones. Pain flared. My jaws snapped at the same moment. I found Owl’s invisible throat and ripped.

“Cernere’s black cunt and Illth’s poxed twat!” howled Illina in pain.

I whirled around and threw the body of Owl. She crashed into the wall, liquid shadows smearing off of her, revealing half of a body. A pool of blood spread from her torn out throat. The flavor adorned my chops.

“What was that?” Illina gasped, lying on her back, her hands clutching her pussy. “Gods, you tore my cunt!”

“Watch out!” I growled as dimples appeared on her bed. “Assassin!”

Illina

My pussy burned. He pulled out too fast. Too soon. The pain throbbed up me.

Then his words cut through my agony. I felt the bed shifting. A form stood on it, moving towards me. Giggles echoed out of the dark before me. A faint distortion, like a thin cloud passing before the face of the moon.

“Cernere’s black cunt,” I cursed and threw myself to the side. I fell off the bed, the pain in my twat fading as the surge of fear and exhilaration rippled through me.

A dagger plunged into the bed, tearing through sheet mattress.

“Painted shadows,” I groaned. One of the most expensive alchemical items. Using it rarely was worth what you’d thieve.

“Going to Gut you,” Giggles sang. There was no mistaking that mad cruelty in the busty halfling’s words. She was on my bed, her mirth chortling through the air.

I had no weapons, having no time to replace what I’d expended fighting Kurg. Worse, I couldn’t see Giggles. She was on my bed, but the moment she attacked, I’d be blind. I had to act now. Find a way to reveal her.

I darted for the tail of the sheet half-draped off the bed from the vigor of my love-making with Barg. I yanked hard. Giggles gasped as I pulled it out from beneath her. She fell on the mattress, dimpling it.

I threw the sheet over her as she struggled to stand and revealed not just one invisible halfling. But two. They made distinct impressions in the sheets, their limbs thrashing as they sought to uncover themselves.

A dagger cut through the sheet. I couldn’t see it, but the tear ripped into existence. I reacted, darting my hand down to where the wrist holding it should be. I grabbed and yanked, pulling the halfling towards me. She shouted in shock as I spun her around and slammed her against the other wall. My hand twisted at her wrist.

She dropped her dagger, skin appearing where I smeared at her flesh. She whimpered as I darted down to grab the dagger from the floor. The halfling kicked my side, driving a knee into me. Giggles chortled behind me as I picked up the dropped blade, feeling the handle though I couldn’t see it.

I drove the dagger into the halfling’s side. Once. Twice Three times. Blood spurted, washing away liquid shadows as it ran down her body. She gurgled and moaned, crying out Fox’s name. I recognized the voice.

Flit fell spasming to the ground, dying.

It struck me then. Giggles and Flit. Fox had found us and was pissed. He was expending expensive resources to—

Pain burst across my back, a hot slash as a knife cut me.

Sir Bryce Cartith

The sweet scent wafted through the room. It filled my nose while Monica’s affectionate caresses became languorous. She snuggled against me, eyes closing. Sleep pulled on me. A heavy plunge into the darkness.

Too sudden.

That sweet scent ... Chamomile.

Alchemy concoction to put us to sleep. Fear spiked through me. The surge of panic battled against the sleep pulling on me, clearing my mind for a few more heartbeats. Monica was gone, sunk into sleep. I wasn’t about to take the plunge into it.

“Lagu,” I slurred, my eyelids closed, too heavy to stay open, “banish the poison afflicting my body so your law may be kept.”

The prayer to the Goddess of Law wreathed through me. Animated me.

My eyes shot open. I bolted upright and rushed for my sword.

“Pity you didn’t fall asleep,” a male voice whispered out of the dark. “Didn’t want to kill a paladin of Lagu.”

I whirled and a dagger plunged into my stomach.

The pain knifed up me. I stared down at the wound, blood spilling around something jammed in me. Something invisible. The cold swirled through my abdomen. I growled, my legs feeling the pain already.

My fist flew out, a hard punch to hit the invisible attacker.

Passed over nothing.

My leg kicked out as the dagger ripped from my guts. I struck an object. A woman gasped in shock and flew back, crashing on the floor. She rolled, dagger clattering, and came to a rest. I rushed at her, muttering another prayer to Lagu to strengthen me as the blood poured down my stomach.

My calf stuck the groaning body. I planted my foot on her chest, felt breasts. Naked. I smeared something across her chest, uncovering bronze skin. I imagined where her neck would be. Footsteps rushed behind me.

I raised my foot, my stomach blazing with agony, and slammed it down on her neck. The loud crack of her vertebrae snapping echoed through the room. She gasped and spasmed, her body twitching on the floor.

“Bastard!” the male snarled.

I moved around and threw a hard blow low, halfling height. The attacker jumped back.

Blood gleamed on the invisible blade that had plunged into me. My blood. I darted down, grunting against the pain. The prayer gave me strength, but my abdominal muscles still were cut badly. I snagged up the dagger.

Something dark appeared in the air. Dust. A hard exhalation blew the grit into my face. My eyes burned. Tears burst from them as I recoiled back. The choking powder went up my nose. Coated my lips. I coughed, hacked. It seared my flesh from the inside, the pain almost overwhelming.

“That’s for Kitty, cock-sucking bastard!” the halfling snarled.

Barg

Illina stumbled back, her back cut open. She crashed into the wall, clutching it for support. I leaped at her attacker while the other halfling, Giggles, struggled to get out of the tangled sheets. I crashed into the invisible form, drove her to the floor.

She squirmed and kicked beneath me. A knee went into my ribs at my knife wound. Then a second. My jaw bit, tearing at a face. The halfling screamed. The liquid shadows smeared off, revealing a glimpse of her face.

Mouse.

Fox scent his entire harem at us slathered in liquid shadows. She howled as I ducked my muzzle lower and sang fangs into her neck. She kicked again, striking my cock and balls. Agony exploded through me. I ripped my muzzle away, tearing flesh.

She gurgled.

A knife buried into my flank right above my left, rear leg. Muscle cut and tore. My leg spasmed and went limp, dragging at me. Giggles laughed, her bare feet smacking on the floor as I twisted my body to lunge at her.

Fiery torture rippled down my wounded leg. Blood sheathed. I struggled to lunge at her, but with only one good rear leg, I fell short. Her knife flicked again, cutting across my head, above my eyes. She nicked my skull. Blood gushed and spilled into my vision.

“Naughty, naughty mutt!” she chortled. “Killing Owl and Mouse. And poor, poor Flit. Fox will be devastated.”

She laughed loud and her knife hissed through the air again.

Illina

The blood on the dagger swiping down at Barg seized my attention.

I threw myself at Giggles. I grabbed her wrist, arresting her blow as I crashed into her. I struck her busty chest then the pair of us landed in a tangle on the ground. Liquid shadow smeared across my skin, revealing streaks of her flesh. We thrashed, rolled.

I screamed as I ended up on my back. Giggles was on top of me, squirming. Grinding her pussy into my stomach. She was hot. Wet. Aroused. A smear of her face shone down at me, her eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

She giggled as she struggled to drive the dagger down in me. I held tight on her wrist and snarled against the agony in my back. I twisted and rolled us over. I ended up on her, the squirming halfling kicking. She struck my sides with knees. Her free hand scratched and clawed at my face. She tore furrows.

“Illth-poxed whore!” I spat, twisting her wrist. My back blazed with fiery agony. Blood spilled across my skin. It pooled in the groove of my spine. She squirmed, grinding against me, rubbing her twat on me.

Her chortle infuriated me.

Barg groaned, stumbling and whimpering. Blood poured down his head and muzzle. The room reeked of coppery life. My strength ebbed. My heart’s rhythm slowed. I could feel the fluid pressure in my circulatory system dropping with every drop of blue I lost while my nervous system conducted agony everywhere through my body.

“Las curse your cunt!” I spat and twisted her wrist.

She chortled as I showed her my strength. I may look human, but Krab had built the first clockwork women to be stronger than one. My artificial muscles flexed beneath my skin. I snapped her wrist.

She didn’t cry out in pain, but pleasure. She moaned and laughed. I twisted her broken wrist, bringing it closer and closer to Giggle’s throat. Her insane laughter grew as I drove the blade of her knife into her throat.

It sank into her invisible neck. Blood spurted. Her giggles turned into gurgles. Crimson spilled out of her mouth. She twitched beneath me and kept laughing even as she drowned in her life. I twisted the knife, sawing through her throat.

That ended her mirth.

I panted and rolled off of her twitching body. I winced at lying on my back and flopped onto my stomach. The world spun around me. Barg groaned and limped towards me. He licked at my face and whimpered.

“I’m still here,” I said. “More ... There’ll be more.”

I should stand up. Fox was still here, but I couldn’t find the strength to get up. My fluid level had dropped too much. It was easier to just lie here. Barg’s form blurred human. He grabbed a sheet, placing it on my back. I groaned and closed my eyes.

Had to get up and fight, but ... but ... That felt nice.

Sir Bryce

My eyes and throat burned. My nose. I couldn’t see much. I wiped at my face, coated in the dust. Tears flowed, struggling to wash the blinding powder from it. The world lurched blurry before me as I stumbled.

“Kill my woman, bastard, and I’ll kill yours!” snarled the male halfling. The criminal Fox. He’d come to finish off Illina.

He would ruin everything. I had suffered so much to find a way to kill the Lawbreaker—to put to death the bastard who’d stolen my wife from me—and now Fox wanted to take Monica. I needed her. She was more important than anything. She and her baby had to be protected.

Black rage surged through me. I lunged at the bed, attacking blind. I swung my arms out before me, swinging them over the bed and Monica’s sleeping, naked form. I struck the halfling, knocking him to the side. He hit the bed and rolled.

I pounced, hands grabbing a body, smearing across the compact, muscled flesh of the halfling. The alchemical coating on his body smeared across my hands. They vanished while his bronze skin appeared. I seized an arm. A shoulder.

“Fox!” a woman shouted behind me.

A form landed on my back. A knife stabbed into my shoulder blade. It dug at the joint, cutting sinew and flesh. The pain burned through my nerves. My right arm fell limp and swung at my side. My fingers going numb.

“Las-damned cunt!” I howled and threw my body backward for the far wall. I had more mass than these halflings. More weight. I used it. “I will not let you touch a hair on Monica!”

I dragged the male with me as I slammed his woman into the wall with a crunching impact. She screamed and then dropped. She landed limp. The male slashed his knife. It cut across my chest carved into ribs. The fiery pain slammed into my fury.

“Quick! Quick!” the male shouted in terrified fright. His blade flashed in again for my chest. My heart.

I jerked him up with my free hand, my strength enhanced by my prayer, and then slammed his body downward. He had the weight of a child, easy for me to manipulate. I thrust my left knee up. He struck it mid-back. His spine snapped. He screamed in shock and pain. I flung him to the door. He crashed into it.

He hit the floor. I could see parts of him, smears of flesh where the alchemical concoction had rubbed off. He still held his knife, gleaming with my blood. He reached out, crawling. He moaned a word.

“Quick!”

“She’s dying,” I growled. Illina told me about Fox and his women. I stumbled to him, the pain threatening to drown me, but the rage remained. I kicked the dagger away from him and then rolled him on his back. I found his neck with my foot. “You attempted to murder my woman.” I put pressure on him. “You broke the law, Fox. In Lagu’s name, I sentence you to death.”

I pressed down. His hands grabbed my foot, fingernails clawing at me as I crushed the life out of him. He kicked. Spasmed. Died. I would never let any of these bastards hurt Monica. The other still groaned. Quick.

I moved to her to pass a sentence on her, too. A faster death than Fox. Cleaner. Then I stumbled to the bed and shook Monica. I needed her healing. Her pussy juices. My prayer wore off. My body burned in pain. It hurt to breathe. To think.

She woke up and screamed.

I collapsed on my back. “Need ... you...”

She sobbed, frantic, and then she understood. She mounted me. I didn’t care that her pussy was full of my seed. Right now, life was far, far more important. I needed healing. Then I had to find out if Illina still lived.

I fought for consciousness, and then the soothing bliss of Monica’s healing magic washed away the pain. After she’d had her orgasm and with the landlord banging on the door, I set out to find if the thief and her lover lived.

I was too close to let something as petty as a rivalry between thieves stop my vengeance.

I opened the door to Illina’s room. She lay on her back, a wounded and battered Barg over her. Blood pumped from his wound. Monica gasped and rushed in to help him out. I didn’t like watching her mount the more injured of the two, but it was necessary.

“Just keep him alive,” Illina said she muttered as she laid on her back.

“She will,” I said, surveying the room. They had even more dead halflings in here than I had to face. “Fox is dead. You don’t have to worry about him.”

Stefan – Shevian, The Kingdom of Valya

“Mmm, that was so enticing to watch,” Ahlona moaned as she came to the bed. She’d masturbated the entire time I fucked Fezzi, the young wife who needed the mandrake seed inside of her fertilized.

“It was exciting to do,” I said. “No wonder our father enjoys married women more than single ones. There’s something exhilarating about claiming a man’s wife while he watches.”

“He wasn’t pleased by his wife’s enjoyment, was he?” Ahlona said. “But I was. See.” She placed her fingers to my lips soaked in her juices. She’d fingered herself through the slit in her chastity belt. I had the only key to it.

She loved that I controlled her like that.

When she slipped her fingers out of my mouth, I said, “Grab your key from off my amulet and unlock yourself.”

She smiled at me and rose. My angel turned, the gold belt encircled her waist. It only covered her pussy in the front while leaving her rump bare. She bent over to my robes, flashing the gold bare that covered her pussy. She had a slit large enough she could work a few fingers through, but no cock could fit in her.