Wanted Dead

The neighborhood we ended up in could be called shambling, it certainly looked ready to move, or just fall over. It looked about as undead as a few piles of bricks and wood could get. What lamps there were certainly weren't lit, and most of them were shattered.

Greasy sidewalks with ill set tiling met us as we passed by the stout buildings leaning on one another for support, as though each were struggling with some emotional instability, not to mention structural.

The house was a sort of a toilet, over which another building was holding onto for dear life, an experience I had luckily only faced once or twice. It had a single window looking out onto the street, it was the kind of cozy round window with a crossbar you'd see on happy little munchkin homes out in the forests. The door was also painted a strong shade of blue, and though the other buildings weren't even whitewashed, this brick hut was well taken care of.

If it was a toilet, it was the kind you found in a very nice new house.

I gave a few knocks at the door. A witch was ready to see anyone at any hour, not to mention that we were somewhat expected, so I didn't feel the slightest hesitation in doing so.

There was a pause, just enough for me to step forward and bring my fist up before the door suddenly swung inwards. And there the witch stood.

She was a grimalkin, a cat-lady. As in, literally a cat. She had a cute kitten face, with piercing emerald eyes. Deep green-black hair with bright blue roots poured out from under a pointed hat that was too tall to pass under the door frame. A plain black dress was draped over her lithe body, tied at the waist with a very thick leather belt. She also wore quite sturdy looking boots over white stockings that didn't quite match her off-gray fur.

"Oh. It's you." She said. She turned her head slightly, taking in the body slung over my shoulder, then looked back to my face. The look wasn't a glare, but the stare was the kind that could be sharpened enough to lop off someone's head, "Do you have the Ruby of Ashkatort?"

"Sort of."

"Ah." She said, and moved back into her hut, "You had better come in, then." Her frank attitude put me slightly off guard, but I walked in.

This room was small, but in a cozy way. But it was also cozy in a cluttered way. There were a few chairs near a hearth set against the back of the room, with a coffee table between them. A single door led out, likely to other facilities. I noticed a trap door on the ceiling, likely for storage, but I never actually figured it out.

The clutter was everywhere. The chairs had... well, stuff. I can't use a more specific word. There were fake skulls, boxes of candles and reagents, books of all sorts, and a lot of takeout wrappers.

The witch, without hesitation or ceremony, shoved a whole mass of boxes off of the coffee table. She paused, waiting for us to do something, then leaned down to pat it a few times.

I laid Serene, down across it.

The witch, with much greater care, pulled my old clothing away from the girl, revealing her body to the warmth of the ramshackle hut.

The witch walked around her, making four passes, her fluffy tail twisting and curling out from a hole in the back of her dress. She stopped at her final round and looked at me. "Why did you kidnap a shian?"

"Whuh?" Jill asked.

"Why did you kidnap a shian?" She said, much louder.

"What are you talking about?!" I responded, stepping closer, near to covering her mouth. "She's not a shian!"

The witch looked perplexed for a moment, "Yes, she is. I can see she is." Then she seemed to dial her arcane senses back a few, and started using a tone she likely used for idiots, "I know she is a shian because she looks like a shian."

"Fuck d'ya mean 'looks like a shian'?! She's nekkid!"

Jill was right, there. If there was one thing there was to know about shians, it was that nudity was entirely opposite to them.

The most common religious order in Melodia, and the whole continent of Wurlskar for that matter, covered its female priests and sisters with full robes and a mask. The mask, a shia, was supposed to mimic the Goddess of Light, Aude.

Or something like that, I didn't really pay attention at Auday School as a kid. The last time I was in a temple, I wasn't exactly there for worship. I remember seeing lots of shians, though, and never once did I see their face, let alone their fat beach ball tits like this top-heavy harpy. But then, I recalled the first interaction I had with her... she called me a profligate. And then, later, she was trying to cover her face...

"We kidnapped a shian." I said. I was trying to say it as though it were an epiphany of sorts, however it passed my chapped lips like the last curse of a pharaoh as blood drained from my face.

I may not be an acting member in any church, most of them looking down on asset relocation of my type, but... Melodia had quite a lot of laws revolving around what was once its national religion, and the women that were its leaders.

A lot of laws, but a single punishment.

The witch was checking her vitals, feeling her pulse and running her hands up and down the feathery limbs. She passed her hands quite casually over the breasts, pushing them out of the way to feel for the breathing and heartbeat. I looked away, grimacing and trying to swallow back the sudden desire to throw myself out of the nearest window.

The witch turned Serene's head to the side, feeling the bump, "Not enough to concuss. She slipped into actual sleep some time ago."

"Oh thank the saints." I said.

"Are you certain you want to invoke them at this time?" She said, holding the neck of the unconscious, nude, and quite inconvenienced supplicant to said saints in her hands.

"Right." I said, wincing.

"And the Ruby of Ashkatort?"

"Uh... that's where it gets complicated..." I said.

The witch looked from me to Jill, then asked dispassionately, "This is not complicated?" She motioned to Serene.

I unbuttoned and removed my stolen shirt, showing off the necklace. The witch inspected it, and tried to lift it from my skin. I flinched back immediately while hissing.

The story wasn't very long, but my panicked rambling probably made it go on twice than what it was worth. Jill interrupted now and then to hurry me along, especially when I tried to pull that ‘dashing hero’ crap I tried to get you with earlier. When I finally fumbled out somewhere in the sewer. She stepped closer to me once more and examined the jewel, then the small cut on my shoulder.

The shirt I had been wearing was bloodstained, but at some point, the cut had closed up by itself. "Hmm..." She touched the spot.

"Ow!" I said, pulling my shoulder away from her.

"You are in pain?" She asked, her inquisitive eyes turning up to me as her tail twisted in the air. "From the dagger?"

"Yeah. But I used my other shoulder to hold her." I said, rubbing the tender spot. I noticed that this was also the side that was still sore from hitting the table.

"Hmm..." She contemplated this for a moment, then nodded a few times. It didn't feel like a natural nod, every movement seemed to be prepared, then taken with deliberate action. "The goblin will watch over the shian, you will come with me."

I looked at Jill, "That alright, Jill?"

"Yeah whahever." She said, not paying attention anymore. She was now digging through the junk that the witch had accrued.

The witch turned like a gear and walked towards the only door in the room, passing through it without comment. After a moment of hesitation, I followed.

The witch's bedroom seemed to be built out of the room of one of the slouching buildings near the cottage. There was only a window close to the top, which had been propped open.

I didn't know much about witches, but I knew that nobody broke into a witch's house. Dying to some classic home defense was a risk in any illicit job, but a witch could do a lot worse than that.

She stepped up onto a chair to close the window and lock it. The chair was before a work desk. There was something of an alchemy set on it, likely for making tinctures and potions. I couldn't help but notice that there were more than a few vials with 'Chup Co's Food Dye' written on the label.

To the other side of the room was a bed, with a few black candles. These were lit with a match and I was made aware of how good my night vision had gotten when this nearly blinded me.

I was rubbing my eyes with a hand when she firmly grabbed my shoulders and pushed me towards the bed. "Lay down." She said. There was an unavoidable quality to the order, and thus, I laid down.

She took a book off of her desk, looked at the cover, then tossed it, then the next book, and the next book. Eventually, she opened a drawer and pulled out a smaller book and opened it. Her eyes may have traced the pages for only a few moments before she brought her hand up and began tracing symbols in the air.

Yellow sigils lit up an arcane semblance. I could tell there was some magic at work, and decided to get comfortable, putting my hands behind my head.

The bed wasn't bad, all things considered, especially after all the pain and exertion I'd dealt with today. The plush, if slightly itchy, blanket over top comfortable and clean sheets, and a pillow that was to die for.

My hands were yanked suddenly out from behind my head and pulled to the corners of the bed. The sheets I had been enjoying a mere moment ago were now twisting and tying themselves about my wrists. The same was happening to my ankles, and I was spread eagle on the bed.

"Hey!" My interjection was stopped there as she clamped a hand over my mouth. She was very close now, I could smell the strange chemical scent that hung over her, like a mix of glass cleaner and pumpkin spice.

"The restriction spell is for my safety." She said, as though that was all that was needed to pass by this social faux pas.

She traced her hand off of my mouth and across my cheek. The feel of her soft hand passing down my neck set off the necklace with a pulse of deep warmth across my chest. I felt the very tips, the very nubs of her claws, tracing down my chest. Then my stomach, then my thighs.

With a delicacy and automation I expected from her at this point, she undid the belt I had fitted around the posh clothing, and yanked them down. My cock was laid limply between my legs. As though compelled by a call to action, my shaft began standing at attention.

"H-Hey I-... What the fuck?" I stared at my own dick. It definitely looked... a little bigger, but I wasn't sure if that was in the sort of hopeful way most guys look at a good erection. What was far more obvious were the veins that were running up and down the length. It'd never looked like that, and each of the veins had a bit of a red glow to them.

She gripped the base of my cock with two fingers and pushed it up against my stomach. Her other hand came up and cradled my balls gently. She caressed them like you would a lucky baseball, and stared at where my scrotum met the shaft. "Mmm..."

"Mmm?" I intoned, trying not to freak out.

"The mark of Ashkatort." She said.

I didn't say anything for a moment, waiting for her to explain. Or to let go of my cock. Both of these things she did not do.

"The fucking what?"

She leaned forward and dragged her tongue across the full length of my shaft. The rough muscle was moist and quite amazingly textured. It flexed around my cock, bending perfectly around my undervein before flicking right off the head.

I let out a grunt of satisfaction and let my head fall back into the pillows. "H-Hey!"

"Hmm... how did that feel?"

“The fuck do you- Well- Good! I guess.”

She stared at my cock, and then licked again and again, forcing sighs.

Her fingers moved up the cock in a long stroke before she grabbed the head. Her index and thumb gently twisted around the rim of my head while holding it up. The balls were pulled down ever so gently, perfectly snug in her soft paw, as she began dragging her tongue up and down the length.

She licked me like a popsicle, making a light slurping sound with each movement. Her warm tongue left a trail of saliva up my cock. At one point, she smacked her lips a few times, as though trying to identify the taste of a vintage wine, before going right back to licking my cock.

Her head tilted slightly and she bent her tongue around the shaft, licking up and down the sides, twisting around back and forth, left and right, across my cock, lacing it with her spit.

She moved down and pressed her face into my balls. I was certain, certain, that I should have been angry and struggling. I mean, whatever happened to Enthusiastic Consent!? But the way she confidently sniffed at my balls and then delicately kissed them... I didn't have the heart to stop her.

I was also enjoying the hell out of it, obviously.

Her kisses traced up my length, little pecks over and over, up to the head. Her grip shifted just under the head, a full fist grab of my cock. I felt the pulsating even more here, my blood pressure increasing against the tight fingers. Her tongue traced around the tip.

Her eyes looked up into mine, the cat's stare piercing my skull again as her mouth slid down over the head. I could feel her soft kitten lips push down over the rim of my cock head, teasing just the most sensitive bit of my shaft. Excess skin was pushed and pulled easily up and down my length as she stroked on top of the gentle blowjob.

Her mouth pushed deeper, but her eyes didn't leave mine. It was like she was looking for something in them, a very slight twitching of the pupil searching me. I was not in any position to hold back anything.

The suction up off the head was intense and made me wince before sudden relief with the release of my cock from her lips. She stared at me for a moment more, then said, "Callum."

"W- Hey, I didn't tell y-ahh..." I let out another moan as she pushed her head down my entire length. Every inch slid down her throat with insane ease. I felt her tongue working around circles around the base, surfing across my balls as she kept me in a full deepthroat.

I was getting close. Her hands pushed against my thighs and her claws gently poked my flesh. She began pushing herself up, holding tight suction in her cheeks to draw out the motion, then pushing back down with a slight gag at the very base.

This didn't even speed up, she didn't bother to. She just worked me for ten seconds, twenty seconds, half a minute, and then I gave up.

My thighs spasmed, my hips thrust up, and she gagged a bit as my spunk flooded her mouth, filled her throat, and shot into her stomach.

There was a sudden rush of heat out from the gem, and I growled as new vigor flooded my veins. Hot blood surged up and down my arms, and I began to strain at the bedsheets. There was a ripping sound as they began to tear free, but her hand was up in a moment and tracing a new arcane semblance in the air. I was yanked back down, wooden tendrils from the bed frame wrapping up my wrist. She didn't even let go of my cock, she was still swallowing as she worked the spell!

I felt the hot blood simmering now, trying to release itself, but with no grounding. I felt it poke and prod at... something. Like I was muffled underneath a mattress.

She pulled out and chewed for a bit before swallowing again. With that, she showed me her open mouth.

There was a slight plap as my cock, suddenly surging with new vigor, slapped her in the face. She turned her attention back to it and once again felt at the base and pulled at my balls. A spurt of precum oozed out of my tip, or... maybe it was post cum.

I didn't feel sore, I didn't feel released, and I certainly didn't feel done.

"I will need to do more." She said.

"Do it." I said, my voice came out slightly more husky than usual. I coughed, trying to clear my head, shaking it and swallowing back hot spit. "Do it..." I said, softer.

She stood and adjusted her belt, opening and dropping the thing. Then she took off her hat and rested it on the back of the chair behind her. While turned, she took the rim of her dress, and pulled the entire thing up over her body.

Her tail slipped out and curled slightly, framing the tight ass that fit to her thin frame. Her perfect white fur looked soft, and the scent of spice once again flooded my senses and caused my shaft to spurt a bit more in aching readiness.

Then she put her hat back on.

She turned to face me. Small perky breasts, the nipples full and round, which gradiented into her white fur. Her cute stomach led down to her crotch, framed by perfect thighs and a slight gap between them, not the type of thing I was used to with my much chubbier girlfriend.

There was something else I wasn't used to.

I was surprised to learn, only at this moment, that the girl who had tied me up and drained- or well, tried to drain my cock, was transgender.

Her cute cock was twitching, the only portion of her that seemed unable to restrict natural feeling and emotion. Her analytical face and monotonous voice could not hide the thin throbbing member and small sack that hung between her legs. Whatever witchcraft was behind her ideal body was impressive as hell.

"Mittens." She said.

"Huh?" I was pulled out of the red fog for just a moment. What was she talking about? Gloves?

"My name." She pointed at herself, "Auntie Mittens. You will call me Mittens, Callum."

"... Right."

She stepped forward and fell onto her knees on the bed over me. Her warm furry body passed over me, utter softness sliding along my chest before she was face to face with me. Her hips rode forward, her cock dragging up mine before passing over. I felt my shaft hugged against her tight ass after that.

She pressed her paws against my shoulders and stared into my eyes. My cock was slick and her ass felt like it had already been lubed up-

"I lubed myself twenty minutes ago in preparation for this."

"What!?"

She slid my cock into her ass and pushed right down to hilt halfway.

I could only let out a grunt as her tight butt devoured my cock, each veiny inch pulsating inside a sudden vice grip. Her asshole gripped the tightest on what it was able to hug, pushing down and shoving the rest up into her guts. She let out a mewling noise as she pushed herself further and further.

"You d-don't have to take- Guh!" I couldn't finish the sentence as her hot body took every single inch of my cock in a sudden shove downwards, ending in a yowl of pleasure as my cock tip shunted, ground, and then passed over her prostate.

She began rhythmically sliding her ass up and down, the slick entrance taking me up and down, up and down. My cock couldn't manage a twitch under such tight conditions, and so it merely spasmed and throbbed inside her.

I looked down where our bodies met, her cock didn't have the same restrictions mine did, and twitched like mad. It drooled as it bounced up and down, following her own motions. My eyes traced up, and across her chest which nearly vibrated with her fast breathing, and then up to her eyes.

I was immediately lost in them. Her face was cute, but the gaze was no longer piercing, but absorbing. She still showed no emotion, even as her mouth was open, tongue lulled, and throat filled with purrs. The movement wasn't erratic, but nor did it feel entirely automatic. It felt purposeful, and began to purposefully speed up.

She leaned forward as she pulled up my cock and planted a kiss on my mouth. I couldn't help it, and shoved my tongue against hers. The deep kiss was a constant from then on.

Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was exploratory, tracing around my teeth and twirling with mine. Her body moved fully now, her ass bouncing up and down on my lap. Nice meaty plaps were not present, with her fur and lack of thigh space to make it. Instead, all that could be heard within the room, filling with her sexy pheromonic pumpkin spice scent, was the slick sounds of my cock entering and leaving her ass at quick pacing.

She pulled her mouth away and firmly grabbed the backboard of the bed, working her hips faster and faster. I could feel her tighten, her prostate throb as my head passed back and forth over it. The bed squeaked over and over again, bouncing springs barely handling the hot interspecies love making it was attempting to hold up.

And just then, a hot radiance blasted across my chest. Blood flowed once more, and the mattress that had been stuffing my vigor exploded into not but feathers. I felt bruising and pain on my wrists, but could not resist the pull of them.

I yanked forward, beyond the cracking of wood and ripping of fabric, and grabbed her by the hips.

My thrusts were sudden, powerful, and much more erratic than hers.

Her face broke finally, a powerful moan leaving her mouth as I used her ass. Her cock bouncing in fast random circlets, flopping up and down, spurting hot orgasmic jizz across my abdominal muscles. Her squeals and mewls and moans filled the air, "N-Need- Restraint-" She lifted her arm to try to cast the spell again, but every time she did, the rune was broken by a hot orgasmic spurt as I slammed against her prostate.

I couldn't resist any further, and with a few final thrusts, filled her ass with my cum. I felt every shot, each of which had a pulse of hot fire from the necklace to match it. The sizzling fiery pain somehow only added to the ecstasy of cumming in this tgirl's ass.

When I was finally, finally drained, and my cock went limp of its own volition, falling against the bed, I collapsed against the sheets, ignoring the splinters of wood that now laced the end of the bed I was on.

She laid down across my chest, panting, breathing hard and heavy. I wrapped my arms around her, lost in the post sex elation that could so easily fog my mind.

It only cleared after a few minutes. My words had taken a long time to form by then, each letter preciously chosen while I was totally lost in bliss.

I spoke slowly, "What... the fuck... was that?"

She, who had been nuzzling my chest, seemed to catch herself, and lifted, sitting up on my lower stomach. "I was attempting to elicit a reaction from the Ruby of Ashkatort." She spoke plainly.

"I think it worked..."

"That's good. My next test would've required me to carve your arm with a kitchen knife."

"Whuh?" I said blearily, trying not to pass out.

That's when the shouting started... and the squawking, and all of the property damage.