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No blood on our pillows.
Part 02.
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Borut moaned a deep, rolling moan.
The brothel girl knew what she was doing with her mouth, lips, and tongue, and boy, did she do it well.
She was blessed, indeed...
And the often-thrifty man was thinking that after such... profound fellatio, she would need to be financially blessed as well.
Yes.
He would see to it.
Borut had been having quite the long night, and the day that preceded it had been no shorter.
This woman.
This slut.
This plaything
Was his reward.
A gift to himself.
He had put in a lot of "extra" work as of late, and he deserved a break.
The streets of Wegkrip had been whispering of dark and dangerous things, and he had nearly tripled his patrols and those of his officers in an effort to quell the fears of the goodly folk of his borough.
Bands of Sea Goblin bandits and Orcis ruffians were not outside the ordinary for Wegkrip, as it was one of the five port towns that made up the Crater Coast Collective. Still, lately, deep and ancient things had been awakening and testing the borders of their magical prisons, and the slow seepage of corrupted Aether in that area of the world had been bringing about some strange and worrying rumors.
Borut had no time to think about what was to possibly come at that moment, as he was very nearly due to cum himself.
His mind snapped back to the task at hand.
"Just the tip now, whore..."
He half moaned, half grumbled as the woman skillfully sucked and massaged the man's genitalia with her plump, ruby-red lips.
Borut gently ran his gritty, calloused fingers through the woman's stark blond hair as her head slowly bobbed up and down.
She slowed her pace, focusing her lips and sucking force on the man's tip, as he had requested.
As per her orders, she would see to it that this was his last and only request.
Unbeknownst to him, the man had uttered his own key words.
The words that would signal her to end his life.
Madam Moonrey knew her clients well.
Very, very well.
Each and every one of them.
Pillow talk was one of the first arts that all of her ladies were trained in when they came to her to be assassins, and they funneled every bit of that gained information back to her as another part of that training.
This created an efficient information-gathering system, as men were quite quick to let slip information when being pleased in some wild, weird, and often times, taboo way.
A finger here.
A tongue there.
It was easy enough with most of the men who frequented their doors, as most of them were the same in nature.
The worst that humanity had to offer.
Most who entered this particular brothel were never seen or heard from again, and not without reason.
Madam Moonrey had told her exactly what he would say, and he had.
The woman cupped one hand to the man's balls, and used the other to stroke the base and shaft of his penis.
She sucked.
He didn't have long to live, so she would make the last few moments he did have worth living.
She sucked.
One more ejaculation for the road.
She sucked.
One more burst of all-consuming pleasure before what she was about to do to him came to be...
She rolled her raspberry-colored tongue over and around the throbbing tip.
Borut's eyes slowly rolled back as he felt his climax begin to rise.
She stroked.
The woman picked up the pace, and she felt his penis bulge and pulsate as she slipped the swollen member deeper and deeper into her wet, dripping mouth.
His knees began to shake.
She sucked.
Sweat caked his forehead as pleasure and euphoria flooded his system.
"Don't... Stop..."
He groaned as he felt himself losing all control over his lower extremities.
The woman had no plan to stop.
She sucked, and stroked, and licked, and sucked some more.
In fact, she wanted nothing more than for him to cum and relinquish all control of his body to her.
All she needed was that handful of seconds.
That tiny window in which he would be as vulnerable as if he were in a deep sleep.
She felt a jerk from his core, and he shook from head to toe before suddenly nearly falling over.
Her mouth was instantly filled with his hot, sour cum load, and it was all she could do to keep herself from vomiting as he struggled to not swallow it.
She was typically not against this, but this night, and this man, were her exception.
As the man threw his head back in glee and hysteria, the woman's right hand shot swiftly and silently to the poisoned blade that she had hidden between the mattresses for just this occasion.
With her mouth filled with the soon-to-be-dead man's semen, she made her move.
The woman's hand moved to strike, the man's exposed throat her target.
At that very same moment, a lurking, pestilent, rotten, undead rat made its move from the deepest shadows beneath the bed that Borut stood beside.
Just as the woman's blade neared the man's throat, the rat's teeth sank into the thick tendon at the back of her right foot.
In the blink of an eye, her plans were diverted, and with a shriek of pain and a well-aimed slash, the woman had turned and skillfully sliced the rat in two.
Borut's eyes snapped open, and he reacted nearly as quickly, grabbing the woman's wrist and snatching the bloodied blade from her hand before even moving to pull up his pants.
"WHAT'S THE MEANIN' OF THIS, WHORE!?"
He began before catching sight of the once-again dead rat whose two parts twitched before them in the pale light of the flickering candles.
Before the woman could answer, a loud and reverberating crash echoed down the corridor from the direction Barut had entered the house.
Righting his pants in a flash, he threw the blade and woman aside, snatched his sword and sheath from the dresser top, and made for the door with all haste, his boot finding its center and nearly tearing the thing from its hinges, such a powerful kick he dealt it.
Behind him and outside of his knowledge, the woman who had been bitten by the rat was in seriously poor shape.
Her skin lost its creamy hue and took on a sickening grey luster.
Her eyes closed and crusted over before reopening with a lack of color and focus.
Her organs shifted and squirmed within her as the magical virus took hold and moved things to where it wanted and needed them.
Several hundred miles away over the sea at the core of Verlaplek Island, the Rat King shifted in his grave.
His fourth Witch had been found... And she was inland.
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Madam Moonrey had just decided to call it a night.
Her day had been...
Tedious, to say the least, and she was "Eight shades of over it.", as was her favorite way to describe her days that had been worse than was typical in her line of work.
Half a dozen men had made their way down her assassins' chutes that evening, and the sizable stone furnace in the dank, dark basement two stories below where she now sat would surely have its work cut out for it come the morning's light.
They had surpassed their expected numbers that month already, and they were hardly at the halfway mark.
That was a bit troubling.
What was with the sudden spike in cruel and unusual acts?
It seemed as if the
Rapist,
Murderers,
Pedophiles,
And more had been crawling from the woodwork more and more as of late, and as much as that was good for her business, it was not a fact that she was fond of as the acting Borough Leader of Wegkrip.
She had her work cut out for her just as much as her old furnace did when it came to keeping Wegkrip safe and free of the worst of society that the C.C.C. seemed to attract, but it was a mantle of responsibility that she wouldn't relinquish for the world.
Laroon snapped her thin fingers, and the enchantment that held her dress's clasp in place was loosed.
Her dress fell away in eight intricate pale pink pieces that simultaneously gathered, folded, and stacked themselves on the small table that stood next to her chamber door.
A second snap had her chair silently gliding across the floor and spinning to catch her falling form as she closed her eyes and sat into what was once thin air with blind faith in her seating arrangements.
Laroon's soft, supple rear end was wrapped in lace the color of peonies, and that gently rounded rear end had literally just made contact with her favorite satin-wrapped chair when the same clamorous sound that had interrupted Barut's blowjob made its way to her pointed Elvin ears.
She was back on her feet in a split second, and with a snap, her dress had reassembled itself in the blink of an eye.
Within five strides she was to her door, and within ten more she was at the top of the stairs that led down to the second floor, the floor from which the horrible crashing had come, and from which she could hear what seemed to be shouting, the cracking of wood, and a hell of a lot of confusion.
She surged forward and down the stairs, one last snap summoning her lethal rapier, Lunar Thorn, to her right hand.
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Ajor didn't know what to think or how to feel, nor did she have time to come to any conclusions about either.
The man whom she had just facked, killed, armed, and wrapped in death clothes had just come back to life right before her eyes, and he was now sitting up in the bed that she had just killed him in.
He wasn't "looking" at her per se, as he now had no eyeballs with which to do so, but his head had turned in her direction before cocking violently to the left with a wet snap that seemed to echo through the room.
His rotting lower jaw hung slack from his face, and he once again imitated a long, blaring screech that threatened to split her eardrums with every passing second.
She couldn't rely on that noise or any other to attract help to her from the outside world, as her room -like all the others- was heavily enchanted against sound leakage from the inside and out.
Just her luck.
The air in the room was rapidly heating up for some strange reason, and she knew she had to get to the door before the man- no... the thing before her made its move.
Snatching her twin daggers from her end table mid-air, Ajor flipped over, nimbly landing on her feet, and leaped towards the door.
The room around and behind her filled with a blinding flash of brilliant purple light as the sheets that had once swaddled the fallen soldier evaporated from the heat of the necromantic creature.
The force of the spell released hit Ajor from behind like a giant's club, lifting her from her feet and slamming her violently into, then through, her door and into the fall across the hall from her room.
Mercifully, she had been knocked unconscious from the initial blast.
Behind the prone woman, the door of room 12 exploded from its hinges.
Borut flew from the room at full speed, slamming into the door and wall with his left shoulder before dropping to the floor and sprinting forward with his broadsword drawn and at the ready.
His kite shield had never left his back.
Above both of their heads, and not far behind Borut, came Madam Moonrey.
Her lethal rapier drawn, and leading her charge.
She all but floated down the stairs; how fast was her stride.
Before the approaching fighters, the frame of Ajor's bedroom door was aglow with a deep, heavy, crawly purple light.
A pale, rotting hand emerged from the darkness and clamped down on the wooden frame so hard the structure cracked and splintered.
A second hand oozed from the dark, a long, black, dripping blade held in a white-knuckled reverse grip.
The hand and arm attached to it raised the weapon and drove its tip into the floor with enough force to sink it a third of the way into the ground.
Both limbs worked to pull what was hiding in the darkness from its birthplace and into the light, and upon sight, both Borut and Madam Moonrey sincerely wished it had not.
The man...
No, the monster
Was a twisted, horrendous, magically-fueled amalgamation of the proud and handsome soldier Jinroy used to be, and an impossibly large, undead, blood-curdling, fur-coated rat.
As the pair looked on in horror, it continued its transformation.
Its fingers elongated, and its once-human nails grew into brown, razor-sharp claws.
Its skin matted and darkened into a hue and consistency that was more akin to leather than anything else.
Its empty eye sockets remained that way and leaked a black, inky liquid that traced paths down its wrinkled face, into its jagged, torn mouth, and down its ragged throat...
The monster was hunched as it slowly moved into the hallway, its once straight and tall posture reduced to that of a sewer rat.
It stood at just over seven feet tall, and the tail it dragged behind it was half that in length and as black as white as freshly fallen snow.
Jinroy's pants, shirt, and boots were tattered and torn, clinging to the monster that now bore them by mere threads.
His shoulder and chest armor grew tight as the muscles beneath twitched and bulged.
Steam rose from its back and arms as the last of the corrupted Aether leaked out of him, completing his transformation into the Rat King's first Lieutenant: Jinrot the Bent.
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