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The Threadbinders - Ch. 9
🕑 Added 2024-01-20 05:43:01 +0000 UTCChapter Nine
The elven woman was certainly easy on the eyes, of that Arkady had no doubt, and Gom Weydan was exceptionally lucky that they had caught on to something wrong before she had had a chance to spread Shesterlillies to every living soul within the city walls. Lush, full breasts, ideal hips, a slender waist, a pretty face – it was easy to see why the Shesterlily scout had chosen her, unaware of the social complications that the woman’s family brought into the mix.
She was looking at him, trying to size up, as if trying to pick her approach, something Arkady had suspected, although he’d figured the fact that he was naked might have sent her along one particular line of thought, but then he realized that other mages had claimed they could handle the problem, and they would’ve looked the same.
Then she tried an approach he hadn’t expected.
Velshia looked at him with a certain tremble that nearly looked genuine. “Are… are you here to rescue me?” She shivered, her hands moving to cover her breasts and her exposed pussy. “I’m… I’m being held hostage… they’re… they’re lying to you… they’re not good people… they’re… they’re trying to get you to hurt me… you won’t hurt me, will you?” She blinked her eyes constantly, a motion that Arkady recognized as her trying to get her eyes to water, trying to provoke tears in an effort to smokescreen her motives.
“Ah, bless,” the dwarf laughed darkly. “You took one look at me and thought you’d try the innocent waif, the damsel in distress?” He shook his head, curling his hands into fists one at a time, settling his eyes on her. “You had a dozen or so approaches and picked the one least likely to have an impact on me. I’m wiser and smarter than that.”
The doe-eyed naïve childlike exterior disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the hands moved from covering to caressing, as she pinched one of her nipples and stroked her other hand across her slit, as her tongue licked across her lips. “Then maybe we should try something else,” Velshia said. “Don’t you want to savor spoiling this body? It’s supple. It’s pliant. It’s tender. It’s young and so deliciously unused. It would normally be shy and reserved, but it doesn’t have to be.” Velshia’s hand slipped out from between her thighs and brought those fingers up to her lips as she licked them clean while widening her stance. “It can be wanton, eager. It can be a rampant, raging slut. It can do all the things your wife won’t do. You could fuck this face and the eyes will only look up at you with adoration. You could pound this pussy until it’s molded to the shape of your cock. You could even drill this virginal little ass until you were hearing whimpers of excitement and delight.”
Arkady grinned. “It’s at least a bit more appealing of an approach, but you’ve got a lot to learn, little bug.”
“If you won’t fuck me, dwarf, then you’re going to get fucked instead,” Velshia said, plumping her lips. “In the end, you’ll wish you’d have taken the easy route.”
“You’re gonna regret choosing this host, Shesterlily,” Arkady said as he started to close in towards the nubile body shifting before him.
The elvish woman lunged in his direction suddenly without warning, her hand making a shove towards his beard, but he spun suddenly away from her fingertips, thrusting his leg up and into Velshia’s solar plexus, kicking her hard in the stomach. There was a sudden rush of air from her stomach before she laughed again. “Oh, you like it rough, do you, dwarf? Does that turn you on? Is that what excites you, beating up something beautiful, breaking artwork into pieces to make you feel more masculine? I can take it.”
“You’ll change that tune quick enough,” Arkady chuckled as Velshia tried to swipe another punch his way and his bulky form simply leaned back, letting the swing pass before his eyes without contacting his skin. He charged forward again, curling his index and middle finger into a striking jab, ramming them at a very specific point in her stomach.
“The hell are you doing, dwarf?” Velshia shouted angrily. “You’re not playing the game properly and I don’t like it.” She tried turning on the sex kitten act again. “I could be a perfect little slut for you, a wanton needy whimpering elvish whore to bend and bond to your wills and desires. Don’t you want to fuck me, dwarf?”
Arkady laughed, an open grin breaking on his face. “What’s the matter, girl? Don’t you like my definition of foreplay?”
“I’m done with the foreplay, burly man, and I’m ready to get down to the real action.”
He had to keep her moving and shifting a bit and likely get a few more strikes in, because he needed the shell of the hive to be cracked before he entered her, otherwise the concoction wouldn’t breach the hive and kill the larva nestled inside. Once he’d begun to fuck her, the Shesterlily driving her brain would realize that he couldn’t be invaded, and their level of fight would change greatly. He snaked another quick punch in, aiming for that same spot, although he was certain he’d only glanced it.
“C’mon, you gorgeous brute,” she whimpered. “I’m so young, so tender, so wet, so tight. I’m so fucking needy. Don’t you want to feel me shiver when you split me open?” She had one hand continuing to rub against her twat, the other still extended out towards him, like she was trying to get a grip on him to hold him down.
Her long arm took another swipe at him, but this time he was able to duck beneath it, his left arm shooting up to wrap around her forearm and yank her downward as his right hand snapped out, banging his knuckles against her belly once more, feeling the shell of the hive against his knuckles when they dug into her flesh.
“If you want it rough, dwarf, I can pin you down and bounce this delicious ass on your cock until you feel like your brain is melting away,” Velshia said. “Such wanton pussy here for you, dwarf, so why do you resist it so?”
“You have to be ready to take me, little elf, and I don’t think you are,” Arkady told her, as she lunged forward again and he pivoted to place his hands on the stone floor, bracing his leg to let it kick hard right at the hive beneath her skin, hoping it had cracked. He wouldn’t be able to keep evading her much longer.
“But I am, daddy,” she moaned. “I’ve been such a bad girl and I need to be fucked back into righteousness. I need to be drilled and plowed and pumped and used and fucked and fucked and fucked. I’ll whimper. I’ll beg. Hear me begging? See me dripping all over this damn floor, Master? That’s for you. That’s how sopping wet you’ve made this little pussy. It’ll welcome you, invite you in deeper, slick you up so that if you want this unplucked serviceman’s entrance,” she said as she turned, reaching to pull one of her asscheeks aside, exposing that tiny pink pucker that twitched and throbbed excitedly. “You’ll be the first one there, daddy. Something uniquely yours.”
It was almost impressive the amount of approaches the Shesterlily was trying to get him to use her with, as if each rejection only somehow made him more appealing, like the challenge had frustrated the beast, and it refused to be defeated by some prey.
“Maybe you need to feel more powerful,” Velshia groaned, as she moved to drop down onto her knees then her hands as well, before lowering her shoulders down onto the floor. “Here, daddy, presenting like a good little bitch in heat.” She waggled her hips and ass, offering him either hole. “Daddy’s little slut needs her daddy to fuck her stupid… don’t make her wait, daddy… she hurts… she needs to be fucked, daddy…” True to her word, a tiny waterfall of milky liquid was drizzling down from her snatch, so sodden wet that it was running over.
She wasn’t looking so it gave Arkady time to pull his stack of clothes over close before he reached beneath her, giving her belly one more jab with his fist before he finally lined the head of his cock up, still mostly slathered in the green goop, although some of it had been sweated off from the exertion. He hoped it would be enough, but if not, that was why he’d moved his things closer. But he needed to be sure.
He reached into his satchel and grabbed his tiny work knife, making a thin slice along arm, just enough to get some blood, before tossing the knife back onto his satchel. He then dragged his fingertip through his blood, gathering enough up to draw two sigils, one on each of her asscheeks, the motions so quick they would almost go unnoticed, before his hand slapped one of them, putting the pair into activation as he adjusted the head of his dick and punched forward inside of her at the same moment, the sigils glowing the color of fresh lava just for a moment.
“Yesssssssssssssssssssssss…” the Shesterlily howled through Velshia’s mouth. “That’s it, you stupid fucking feebleminded dwarf… fuck this husk for your own doom…”
Arkady couldn’t help himself and chuckled openly now. “I think you’re going to be disappointed, creature…”
At that point, he felt exactly what he’d expected. A Shesterlily wyrdworm was ejected from the hive and attempted to crawl up his urethra, but halfway up, the wyrdworm began to incinerate, attempting to turn back or send a warning signal back to the hive, but the signal never made it, and all the hive had was the warning that its scout had died.
“What… what are you?” the Shesterlily growled at him in anger. She tried to pull forward, trying to get his cock out from inside of her snatch, but found herself unable to pull free of him, the sigils he’d drawn on her body preventing her from ejecting his cock from her body until he’d ejaculated, something he had done to make sure he could get enough of the poison in to kill the hive itself, although he hadn’t heard the telltale shriek yet.
“What was it you said? ‘Your own doom,’” Arkady taunted back, even as he felt her body attempting to squeeze and clench on his cock, as the Shesterlily had quickly deduced that he was locked on for at least a time, and that its first scout had failed in its attack.
“No,” the Shesterlily whimpered. “This… this isn’t what I wanted… I’ll scream, tell them you’re abusing me…”
“My wife soundproofed the room with the exception of the door, vermin,” Arkady said to the thing. “So shout whatever you like, and it’ll be to no avail…”
“Then… Then I’ll just have to fuck you until you’re unconscious and then slit your throat, if I can’t invade you…”
“You don’t feel it yet?” Arkady said, reaching over quickly to grab the second vial, uncorking it, pouring it all over his cock and left hand, taking his fingertips covered in the goo, jamming a couple of them into the girl’s exposed asshole, greasing them in with the salve acting as a lube. Of course, as he pushed his body back inside of her cunt, a mass of the green sludge invaded her body and she let out a trill shriek that might’ve shattered glass had any been nearby. “There it is.”
“The fuck the fuck the fuck the fuck!” some weird combination of the Shesterlily and Velshia shouted as the shell of the hive cracked like a broken egg within her belly and dozens, if not hundreds of Shesterlillies ran rampant within Velshia’s body, but the salve was surging through her blood now, chasing down the rogue parasites, searing them out. He’d used both her vaginal and anal walls to absorb the substance quickly, and despite the fact that he’d sweat off some during the fight, he’d broken through the shell of the hive quickly enough that he’d probably only needed half of the second vial.
He suspected that Velshia’s body was basically on autopilot, and it kept throwing her body back into his in the rhythm of fucking because it didn’t know what else to do. Through the paleness of her skin, he could see the glowing green salve coursing through her arteries, every so often a flash of purple light when it burned away a Shesterlily from her body. It made her look unnatural, but there was no real other way to burn out a Shesterlily infection than to push the salve into one orifice or another. And they were being burned away, one at a time, but in such numbers that Arkady hoped they might be entirely cleansed out when he was done with her.
“Get… get them out…” Velshia’s body hissed at them, some portion of her consciousness, or maybe just the Shesterlillies trying to feign they were really on his side. Neither would have surprised him at this point, but he needed to get as much of that green salve as he could inside of her body, so he kept on thrusting, smearing what was left on his shaft when it was partly drawn back, trying to push a finger’s worth up and inside of her, feeling her tense up when he did so.
His hips kept rolling as best as he could, but the woman was so tightly clenching that he couldn’t resist any more, and finally he felt the orgasm bubbling up in his loins. There was no stopping it, so he felt his breath catch, and then he began to spill his seed inside of her, lighting the salve on a flaming surge through Velshia’s blood. It wasn’t one of the more intense orgasms he’d had, but it was enough to get the job done. Once it had passed, he could feel the sigil fading as the spell releasing the lock between his body and hers. He pushed her forward and she slumped onto her belly on the cold stone floor, her thighs wide to let his cum dribble from her soiled snatch, flecks of green and black amidst the mostly clear liquid. More importantly, there were bits of hardened blue carapace, the remnants of the hive shell that had slipped out of her body once it had been destroyed.
“What’s your name, girl?” Arkady said to her, mostly sure she hadn’t purged all of the Shesterlillies, but hopeful, nonetheless.
“To the grave with you and your kind, dwarf,” she sneered at him. “We will never give this host back, never let her have control of her own mind once more.”
The dwarf sighed and shook his head. “You know, if you and all of your kind agreed to crawl out of her form and into a test tube, I could probably introduce you all to new hosts within a few days. I don’t imagine you’ll take me up on it…”
“I’m going to slit your throat open and shit down your windpipe, dwarf.”
“I’ll take that as a no, shall I?”
He rebound her wrists behind her back, then bound her ankles together before picking her up, carting her over to the half-melted crystal bed, tossing her back into it. Once in the crystal, the creature began to beg again. “Look, dwarf, I think we got off on the wrong foot. If you let me free, I can show you delights the likes of which you couldn’t possibly imagine. I could feel your pulse race when you stuck your fingers in my ass, feel how much you were imagining your cock lodged up that untouched wanton hole of mine, how good it—”
“What’s. Your. Name.”
The girl’s eyes fluttered, as if desperately trying to find the information that would save it, only to come up lacking. “Fuck you, that is my name.”
“See you again in a minute,” Arkady chuckled, reaching down to let his fingertip trace over the second sigil, as the crystal suddenly grew up and over the girl, bringing her back into a state of suspended animation. The speed at which gernosh crystals worked to suspend their contents shouldn’t still have been a marvel to him, but it was such unusual and specialized magic that worked so quietly and quickly, and within mere moments, the crystal top had regrown entirely, putting the young elf back into a state of suspended animation.
The threadbinder went back over and put his clothes back on, tugging a handkerchief out of his pocket, as he crouched down and picked up a shard of the hive, folding it within the cloth before he scooped up satchel. He then moved over towards the door, curled his hand into a fist and banged on the door in four rapid pounds, the only place in the entire room that would carry sound outside.
When the door opened, the face of Captain Blanco greeted him with a stodgy look. “Is it done?”
“I’ve got progress, but it’s not quite finished,” Arkady said to him. “Shall I give a report to you and then again to the Mayor, or can I do this one time only instead?”
The Captain seemed to be considering that, one way or another, but finally nodded, letting Arkady out of the room, closing the door behind him as he lead the mage over to the Mayor’s desk once more. He didn’t see any of his partners in the room, and the Mayor’s look almost seemed like she expected him to fail. But Arkady was used to people looking at him as they planned for his demise.
“Are you going to be another head added to my collection, Threadbinder?” she said, looking down at him from her perch atop the dais, obviously taking the fact that Velshia wasn’t standing with him as a sign he’d brought back only excuses.
Instead, he strolled confidently up the stairs, pulling the handkerchief from his satchel, tossing it on top of her desk. “Considering I’m mostly done? I doubt it.” He waited until she unwrapped the shard and looked down at it in confusion.
“What is this?”
“Part of the hive of Shesterlillies that was inside of your niece,” Arkady said. “I actually got lucky in dealing with it. I was able to rupture the hive’s casing without immediately cracking it into splinters, which meant the salve that I used to attack the queen caught up with many of the other Shesterlillies in your niece’s system.” The mage stroked his beard a little bit. “I didn’t get them all yet, because she still doesn’t know her own name, but that’s to be expected. Two or three more treatments and I’ll have them entirely driven out of her system and she’ll be free to continue her life however you see it as fit, but she will need a week, maybe two, in-between treatments. I’m not sure how much longer Gom Weydan will be here, so that may factor into things.”
“Well, we don’t exactly know either, Threadbinder.”
That took him completely by surprise.
“Excuse me, what now?”
The Mayor offered him a tight-lipped smile. “We might seem to have all our shit together here in Gom Weydan, mage, but the city herself has a mind of her own, and we never know when we are coming or going, beyond general phases. So we’ll just have to play it by ear.” She picked up the shard of the Shesterlily hive and waved it his direction. “You don’t mind if I keep this to do a little investigation into these things on my own, do you?”
He waved a hand politely. “Not at all. If you need further proof that I am what I am, and that we are who we say we are, then you should have it,” he told her. “And you can have the Skymaster ensure we do not leave Gom Weydan, as we would not leave without our friend, but I must ask you honor your end of the bargain now, and release the person we seek from the prison.”
“Right,” the Mayor said. “The person whose identity you don’t know.”
Arkady inhaled a deep breath and then sighed it out. “Madam Mayor, I am a Threadbinder, and one of those in my company, Sophia, has a thread that leads here, to Gom Weydan.”
“’A’ thread?” the Mayor said to him. “I was under the impression that a person could only be threadbound to one other person. Is that not the case?”
Arkady brought his hand to his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers. “Yes, that’s how it’s supposed to be, but my companion, Sophia, seems like she is the first of a disturbing trend of patrons with more than one thread coming from them. She has threads connecting her to myself, my wife, our additional companion and a few others, including one within these city streets. I need to report back to the Council about this matter, but since Gom Weydan was along the way, and it was a chance for us to find another threadbound for dear Sophia, we decided to stop here. And besides, I’d always wanted to see the city. I’d been meaning to come here for centuries—”
“Centuries?” the Mayor said. “You’re older than you look, Master Threadbinder.”
The dwarf nodded, stroking his beard a little. “I’m quite good at my craft, Your Honor, and that means I’ve accrued more than a few extra lifetimes worth of vitae in my travels.”
“Well, the person is in Regstial, you said, so I suppose it’s a fair trade of services. Captain, you may escort Threadbinder Arkady and his companion Sophia over to Regstial Prison, and they may release exactly one prisoner of their determination. No more. And the prisoner is not allowed to leave town until they are, so inform the Skymaster they’ve docked with that their transport will not be leaving until they have my say so. We have no reason to doubt Master Arkady’s intentions, but it won’t hurt to be sure, just in case.”
Arkady knew better than to take offense when the Mayor had been burned so many times before. He couldn’t blame her for her paranoia. Still, he trusted she would look into Shesterlillies, and while they weren’t a common infestation, they weren’t so obscure that she wouldn’t be able to locate some literature on the creatures in one of Gom Weydan’s dozens of reputable libraries. “If it will help easy your concerns, I only need Sophia with me to discern who we need from Regstial. The rest of my companions can remain here with you until we return. But I will need Sophia to come along with me.”
“I said she would accompany you, Threadbinder,” the Mayor said to him. “I do not like repeating myself.” She gestured over to Captain Blanco, who nodded and headed off to one of the antechambers of the main area. A few moments later, Sophia emerged from the shadows of one of the room’s corners, having stepped out of some concealed chamber off to the side.
Sophia skipped over his direction, doing a cartwheel and a front flip before jumping in the air, wrapping her thighs around Arkady’s waist, planting a big kiss on his lips. In fact, it was a much more intense kiss than he’d expected, almost as if he thought she was showing off to the Mayor their level of affection, so as to reiterate his earlier point. Her nipples were pressed tightly against that top which she thrust into his chest before she pulled back from the kiss, licking her lips.
“What was that for?”
“You could’ve just chosen to have us ignore Gom Weydan, and instead, it’s like you’re making sure I find every thread that I’m bound for!” she purred at him. “That’s… that’s pretty remarkable, you know? You could’ve simply stopped after connecting me with yourself and Yasha, but you keep going. I… I don’t know that others would have done the same.”
“I’d like to think any Threadbinder would’ve, Sophia.”
“Mmmm… I think you are much more of an optimist with people than I am, my love,” she purred into his ear. “But that does make you such an adorable man.”
The captain led them away from the manor back over towards Regstial Prison. This time Arkady could take a better look at the building, even as he felt Sophia’s nervous form pressed tightly against his side. Arkady understood as he got closer why the building hadn’t been immediately recognizable as a prison to him – there were no bars on any of the windows, nor did anything seem particularly latched or affixed in place. It was a rather nondescript building, constructed from unobtrusive stone, basically able to blend into the background without so much as the slightest amount of effort. Even the marking the location, “Regstial Prison,” was in an especially pleasing and comforting font, as if the letters themselves were trying to put the eyes to ease.
“This place used to be a nursery or something?” Arkady asked. “I’ve never seen a more apologetic prison in all my centuries.”
“Mmmm,” the Captain responded. “Regstial is meant to be a reminder that minor transgressions will be punished, but aren’t so bad as, say, Underhole Prison.”
“What’s Underhole Prison?” Sophia asked as they approached the building’s main entrance.
“The main prison for Gom Weydan,” Captain Blanco said to them. “It is beneath the surface of the town, entirely underground, and houses our more… disreputable prisoners. Regstial is for lighter offenses where no one was especially harmed.”
“What sort of offenses?” Arkady asked, as he tugged on Sophia’s thread and started to follow it inside of the building.
“Petty theft, most commonly, so unpaid bar tabs or disputes on unpaid contracts, mostly, but sometimes it can be minor physical conflicts – bar brawls and the like,” Captain Blanco replied. “Nothing you should be especially worried about. Almost everyone in here isn’t much more than a few mistakes away from notbeing in here.” He waved a hand to a large dragonoid standing in the doorway, large bubble-shaped goggles over each of its eyes. “Jailor Matchkin, we’re here to pull one of your prisoners away from you. They’re getting an early release.”
The dragonkin nodded, snorting a bit of smoke. “Which one?”
“That’s the tricky thing,” the Captain chortled. “We’re not entirely sure. The mage here—”
“Ah, a Threadbinder!” Matchkin said with what could only be considered a laugh. “You’re following a thread here, are you?”
“You’ve seen my kind before, Jailor?” Arkady asked in surprise.
“I wasn’t always a jailor,” the dragonkin said with a puff of smoke. “I’ve seen threads and threats dealt with in kind. I think you provide a very useful service, and if you’ve got a thread that leads here, and you’ve offered services well in value of one of my prisoner’s release, who am I to stand in the way of someone’s true love?”
“Up here,” Arkady said.
“That does explain why you couldn’t tell me who it was we were releasing,” Matchkin said. “Is this the strangest place you’ve ever provided a match?”
The dwarf chuckled openly. “Not by leagues. But that’s a story that would take too long to tell.” He gestured at one of the cells. “The person we need’s behind that door.”
It was the dragonkin’s turn to laugh. “Of course it would be. Well, let’s open the door and get the collar off the bastard…” He reached forward and pulled on the heavy oaken door, sighing as he shook his massive head. “Vinton, there’s someone here to meet you.”
Once the door opened, Arkady and Sophia set their eyes on an incredibly muscular, bare chested, dark skinned human man, his head shaven clean, a tiny ring beard around his mouth, his hands holding onto two bars high in the room, clearly doing some kind of exercise, as his skin was glistening with sweat. He pulled himself up in one last repetition of his workout before dropping a few feet to the floor of the room, his deep emerald eyes lighting up as they set upon Sophia.
“Well, hot damn.”
Comments
NEIL DENBOW
Well that was a bit saucy!! Love it. Can’t wait for the rest of the remedy. And it sounds like Sophi’s may have her work cut out with her new connection.
