ALL NOVEL Answers
22nd of September, 107th of NDE. Near the Martial City of Flintsgard
A tall, slender naurdian lady with a stylish bob cut hairstyle with a bright red hue matching her attire stepped through a portal and arrived at a lonely shack surrounded by towering trees blocking the faded orange rays of the afternoon. Her facial features perfectly aligned on her face – gentle, round eyes with eerily alluring silver pupils, rosebud lips enhanced by a red lipstick, a long bridged nose with a dainty end and sharp cheekbones.
She was wearing a black long coat of leathery kind that creased softly as she looked around as she inspected the surroundings. It had scarlet red lining, a high oval neck which’s top ends were covered in thick snow silvery fur. Long sleeves with flowery motifs slithering across it like a serpent out hunting with the large ends folded backwards and covered in the same snow silvery fur. Under it a gaudy silken blouse of golden hue draped gently over her body and flustered as the cold wind of the early autumn breezed its sleek, creaseless surface. Its collars grew high towards her sharp jawline and folded down in slim arches – with the tips touching her collarbone.
On the lower end, she wore a long skirt – waves appeared on it as she moved in tandem with the wind blowing onto her. And her feet were encased in black leathery high heels that reached towards her knees. “One moment.” The familiar voice of Claraste yelled from behind the door, a bit harder to hear as the harsh sound of sealing tape being torn interjected with her words on top of the door muffling them.
Then she heard the thuds of Claraste’s feet strongly press against the floorboards as she rushed to the door. “Come in. Hope you like what I did to the place.” The dark elven agent assigned to her by the Queen welcomed her with a hearty, mischievous smile while her eyes looked her over without moving or showing intent.
“I read your reports. Good job Agent Getael.” The Lady In Red congratulated to Claraste in her usual cold manner as she herself inspected the goods that was Claraste, slender dark bluish athletic body. Especially as most of it was currently unfolded except for her torso as she still wore her borrowed for life red aetherna satin blouse. “Your welcome. But as much as I hate to say this, I’m probably not finished it yet.”
“What makes you say that?” The Lady In Red asked while she looked around, searching for the reason to use sealing tape.
“You read the report don’t you. The weapon they’re making is almost finished and now it was sent to the Flintsgard base for the final touches.” Claraste said while her handler slowly picked up on the soft, muffled sounds coming from the adjacent room.
“I did. But may I remind you that your mission was to just gain information on what the Black Roses are working on.” As she answered she enhanced her hearing and picked up on the sounds being soft muffled groans made usually by trussed up and knocked out folk.
“But I guess as usual you did a bit of extra. Shall we?” Claraste nodded and stepped in front of her handler as she led her to the adjacent room where her recent unwilling guests rested, waiting to be interrogated by the two.
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“Here is what’s going to go down.” The Lady In Red leaned closer to Ansesitae, a saurelven clerk of the Black Rose – clad in her tight leathery skirt covered in layers of silver sealing tape, her corset vest that without its sleeves grown out and the snow silvery blouse under it with its folded collars spread over her shoulders while buttoned out and the plackets veiling the buttons slightly flipped out.
“N mrn'h hrrch!” Her bright, warm golden cheeks reddened a little as The Lady In Red’s flowery mint breath entered her small, cute nostril while also cuddled her sharp ears as it passed through them. The thick layers of sealing tape around her torso bound her to the chair – and made it impossible for her to lunge at her menacingly glamorous and beautiful interrogator.
“Feisty aren’t we.” Her cold, gloved hands grabbed her long deep auburn red hair with golden streaks – reaching down only to her shoulders in layered waves – and yanked her head back before her warm lips locked onto the Ansesitae’s covered by a wide strip of sealing tape.
“Oh yeah, I forgot. But these two are not under any of my charms.” Claraste whispered into her handler’s mind as she stood over the second captive – Meinburrae, a dark elven stygian clerk with pristine dark mauve skin, tender wavy dark hair with soft marigold highlights. Unlike her fellow Sister, she was still in possession of her suitjacket while bound and gagged to the chair with sealing tape.
“Mmh mnhhrmhh!” Meinburrae let out a loud muffled moan as she reached her climax after two hours of being resisting against the vibrator that was taped between her thighs. Besides being both Black Roses, the two were also blindfolded with raven black muffle scarves that stifled the arcane point in their heads while also forcing their eyes to remain shut.
The Lady In Red sighed. “Next time, warn me sooner.”
Claraste scraped the back of her head as she heard those tired words ring within her mind. “Will do.”
“Mhrh rrm mrr nrnng hr hmr?” Ansesitae broke the momentary silence as she heard her Sister’s deep moan and misinterpreted it.
“Do not worry. This is just our policy. Those who spoke the truth, ripe their rewards.” As the Lady In Red spoke, her hands slipped down the layers of tape looped around Ansesitae’s bountiful elven chest – gently cradling them. Her lips and nose exhaled warm breath onto Ansesitae’s neck wedged between her two collars, and licked them. A soft muffled yelp followed by a gulp signaled that she understood.
Then a mewl followed after a loud bang reverberated through the room. A mana bullet coursed through the short distance before spreading on impact over Meinburrae bound to the chair. A thud and a short, not so ear pleasing sound followed as she fell back onto the floor and her long, sharp tipped horns scraped the wall – the vibrator a bit deeper as Claraste playfully weighted the back of her foot onto it.
“And that’s what happens when someone lies.” The Lady In Red whispered into her ears as she said those words in a cold, emotionless tone. “Now I’ll peel this off and I’ll ask a few questions. Answer with yes or no. Do you understand?” Ansesitae nodded her head along with a few muffled whimpers escaped her sealed lips. “Good.”
The Lady In Red looked at Claraste and she hovered the files over to her handler without muttering a word. “First question. Do the King and Queen or the other Hersith knew about this project?”
As she finished, she peeled off the tape with brutal efficiency and Ansesitae let out a short groan in her wispy low voice. “No. Neither.”
Then Ansesitae chuckled a little while she felt a warmness forming in her vulva as Claraste grabbed her taped together naked ankles and drawn her index finger across the soft cushion side while inscriptions formed and flown out from it. “Second. The funder is not part of the Alliance, are they?”
Ansesitae started taking deeper breaths as her body was heating up slowly. “Yes. All I know is they’re funding numerous projects and organizations across the world.”
“I said just answer with a yes or no. But thank you for your honesty. It has been noted.” The Lady In Red said while gesturing to Claraste. She pressed her left index finger at Ansesitae’s chest and she yelled as jolt entered through the layers of the binding and her own uniform.
“Third. The one called Ainumil still the head of the artifice department assigned to the project?” The Lady In Red asked as she flipped through the colored picture of Ainumil.
“Yes.” Between deep breaths as she wrestled with the pain – Ansesitae answered.
“Fourth and last question. Anyone outside the Order allowed inside? Specifically anyone associated with the funder.” The Lady In Red asked and Ansesitae remained silent for a few seconds. Claraste forced her thighs open and slid her hands closer to her vulva that made the saurelven clerk gulp once more. “No.”
“I see. Thank you for your honesty.” The Lady In Red grabbed the roll of silver sealing tape resting atop the nearby table. “Wait no nrn'h grg mm!” As she heard the sound of the tape ripping open wide, and off the roll Ansesitae resisted. Claraste grabbed her head and kept it firmly in place while The Lady In Red sealed her lips and cheeks.
“It is. Now sleep well and thanks truly.” The Lady In Red said as she conjured her wand pistol once more and aimed it at the panicking clerk. This time, no sound had been made as Claraste caught the falling trussed up clerk before she hit the ground.
“For now, return to the city. Keep a watch on them, but do not enter the base until you get the order. And do not nab anymore Roses till then either.” Claraste remained silent and nodded.
“What about these two?” Then she asked pointing at the two clerks knocked out, moaning softly in their gags.
“I’ll give them their reward – then will clean them up.” The Lady In Red said as she relieved herself of her coat and sat on the lap of Ansesitae with a wide smug while she caressed her well-featured body restrained to the chair.