The Lady’s Hand (A Dickings & Dalliances Adventure) - (Closed Except By Invitation)

[justspitballing]

Sprite would have retorted but she found herself suddenly unable to move. The dagger from her flying assailant didn't cut her deep, but it was coded with some kind of poison, paralyzing her. She should have seen this coming, harpies knew how to hunt. If you are dealing with something that flies you use something to stop them from doing so. Sprite plummeted to the ground and crashed on her back. Her head slid over to the right side, she had no control over it, she couldn't move any of her body, but she got lucky, standing in her view was the aarakocra. He was perched in a tree just a bit away. If he thought he was hiding well, he was very mistaken, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Off in the distance the being she chased out here came moving back quickly, flying right for her. It was a trap, it had to be. Had her clan assumed she abandoned them? Was this retribution? No, they would never work with such scum as this flying pest that attacked Arx. Maybe it was a rival clan? Maybe they were charmed in some way. The one that stabbed her seemed off, but she didn't know how. She doubted she would ever get her answers, harpies weren't known for keeping enemies alive. She would have to try to escape once the poison wore off. Hopefully the magic item she had stuck up in her butt would live up to its' claims of power.

 

[Poprockz]

Arx shrugged, “it might be. Seems somewhat mundane to me, but my sponsor sent me a message to get it checked out.”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The lizardman frowns. “Hmm. It’s probably not. Up to you, though. Leave it here with the gold and pick it up with the info in the morning or keep it and take your chances.”

 

[Poprockz]

“If you can take two of them at the same time tonight, then I guess I can pay the price,”Arx muttered reluctantly, too impatient to wait to see if the Lizard man was actually good at examining. He had better be, or Arx was going to knife him.

She slapped the map down after digging through her pack, begrudgingly leaving the money on the counter for him to count.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The gold is swiftly pocketed, and the clerk turns away with a barely perceptible nod.







The aarakocra looks at Sprite’s still form with glee, and something resembling hunger. “Hold her down,” he says to her assailant, and quickly jumps down to the ground near his victim. He pulls something out of a pouch, and whispers an incantation. Sprite would feel the magic tickle at her, trying to take effect, just as the other harpy’s hands latch onto her shoulders.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The young men Chasen is tailing spend the better part of an hour carousing at an upscale tavern, before Corinald is finally alone. After haggling for far too long to be proper over the price of some companionship, he heads upstairs to wait in the room he bought a short-term rental for. He’s clearly had a few drinks, but is likely choosing to enjoy himself in other ways before he’s too drunk to do so.

 

[Poprockz]

Arx stood on the street, contemplating what to do with her free time. She didn’t need new weapons, and all she could do was wait for her magical items, Should she get some armor? Hm. Well, maybe she’d think about it.

A tavern seemed in order though, so she headed over to one, having a good time drinking and chatting with the bartender.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The Swollen Vole was just down the street from the Disgraced Displacer, and the art on its sign of a rodent with some sort of cyst was of a similar sense of humor. The interior was well-lit and clean, and the bar was just full enough to make Arx feel lucky to find a seat, especially since many of the tables had been pushed to the walls to make room for some sort of exhibition. A lean, fit woman in leather armor stood on the small stage with a large hat upside down in her hand.

“10 gold for your chance to win the pot, sirs!”

“Wot’s it uptuh?” A gruff voice from the crowd asks.

“It’ll be 45 with a new challenger, gent. Fancy a go?”

The man pauses to consider it, his friends joining forces with the alcohol in his system to suggest he try his hand.








Across town at the Blood’s Basin, Chasen hears a performance begin as well. Just as Corinald vanishes up the stairs, a gorgeous, moving voice, clear as a bell, starts to sing. A lyre behind her plays a few notes, keeping a loose rhythm, but the voice is the centerpiece of the show. A red-skinned woman, the size of three Chasens, begins a pensive ballad, and Corinald’s two friends start to jeer.

“Nobody wants to hear this shite!”

“Shut up and just let the bard play a jaunty tune!”

The crowd doesn’t join in, and one of the servers starts walking over to talk to the two youths.

A shy, mournful look settles onto the songstress’s face, but to her credit she keeps her place in the melody, and the music doesn’t suffer for their jibes.

 

[Poprockz]

Arx took a sip of her mead curiously, “what’s the bet on?” She called out to the woman on-stage.

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite could feel the slight pull of what seemed like well over a dozen unseen hands come about and softly hold her in place. She was restrained by magic from this scoundrel bird. He was indeed an extremely skilled spellcaster and she was now fully trapped, unable to even attempt to teleport away until this spell faded away or she somehow broke it. She would call out this attacker but even her mouth was held shut. Instead she had to simply take in all that was around her in hopes that it would help her later. It had been a long time since she had been with her old harpy clan, but she couldn't put a finger on either of her own kind before her. She would take their faces into her mind forever though. At this point she was sure they were being charmed just like she was, and if that's the case their fellow clan and family would want revenge. She would see that they get it.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

After a command from the aarakocra, and with mechanical, thoughtless movements, the other two harpies pin Sprite by the shoulders, paying no heed to the fact that she was magically restrained. The aarakocra kneels down, taking a moment to look Sprite in the eyes, his gaze curious and searching.

“Hmm. What are they to you? Are you of the same nest?”

Conscious that his spell will not last forever, though, he quickly throws Sprite’s axe as far into the woods as he can, and then rips off her borrowed leather skirt, pulling a blade to immediately slice it to ribbons.

After that, it’s not long before he has his pants undone, and his cock out. It’s a pretty cock, as cocks go: a bit thin, but pleasantly curved and of above average length.






The woman points at Arx in the crowd, and the changeling gets a better look at her. She looks elven in features, but clearly has some goblin or orc blood in her, with skin the color of spring leaves and hair the color of forest moss tied in a high bun. The two adorable little tusks at the corners of her mouth are a potent clue as well. She’s of average height, with pointed ears jutting out from her head. Her figure is hard to discern under her armor, which looks finer and finer the closer Arx looks. The outer surface of her cloak looks drab and dingy, like she’s been traveling for months, but the inner lining is a fur in vibrant white. The armor underneath is dyed in blues and purples, save the black legs of her form-fitting trousers. She smiles and draws an almost comically thin blade from its scabbard. It bends as she raises it to the ceiling, and Arx can see an elaborate hilt that must protect her hand very well. “First blood, newcomer,” she says. “Care to try your beginner’s luck?”

The crowd turns to look at Arx, and she can sense curiosity and amusement.

“I’m sure these fine folks would have the courtesy to let you go first.” She winks at the man she’d challenged earlier. “Plus, then they’ll get a chance at your gold when you lose.”

 

[Poprockz]

She considers it for a moment, taking another drink, “any rules, or anything goes?” The changeling had to admit she was intrigued. It could be an elaborate plot to swipe her shit while she wasn’t looking, but she had to admit she was a bit bored.

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite's axe being tossed away was the biggest insult yet. You just don't do that to a harpy. She would see to taking her new axe, once she got it, and having this man's head with it. Sprite tried to call him out again, but her mouth still stayed horribly shut. Of course then he got ready to have his way with her. This must have been exactly what had happened to Arx. Her body had gotten to like being mistreated and as such she could already feel herself start to dampen. That would make this more enjoyable, but he would still pay for this in the end. His spell couldn't last forever.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The woman smiles, clearly thrilled to have a challenger. “No folk-shields. Keep the fight in the main room.” She pauses, at a loud voice in the back clears their throat. “Right, right. Also, you pay for any property damage.” She saunters along the edge of the stage, holding out her hat. “If you’re in, come on up and put nine gold in the hat and hand me the tenth.”






Her tormentor sinks to his knees between her legs. “You’re a harpy of Clan Ravennoused, aren’t you?” His fingertips trail up her powerful thighs. “A mighty one, too, judging by the curves of these muscles of yours.” He slides one finger up her dampening slit. “But now you’re helpless, and that’s quite a thrill for you, isn’t it?”

He rests his cockhead at her entrance, and pauses. “You should have told me you were turned on by this. I’d have come up with a different plan.” The smirk on his beaked face could curdle milk. He pushes in, sighing in the pleasure of her cunt enveloping his shaft. He closes his eyes for an instant…

 

[Poprockz]

Arx raised her eyebrow before nodding. “Sure, ten gold to get the shit beat out of your or beat the shit out of someone else sounds like a fun idea.” She reached in her pack and puts two gold down for the bartender, “please watch my bag. I know every item in there down to the half-eaten jerky.”

With that, she stood up with her ten gold pieces, plopping nine in the hat and putting the last in the woman’s hand with a wink. “I look forward to rolling around with you.”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The green-skinned woman returns her wink. “That comes after,” she teases, “if you earn it.”

She steps back, hanging the hat off a nearby hook by the chinstrap. She smiles, blade drawn in one hand, and holds the coin out in the other. “When you’re ready, I’ll toss the coin in the air and we begin the moment it hits the ground. Ready?”

 

[Poprockz]

Arx took out her whip, the blade having been removed and deposited in her off-hand. She grinned broadly and crouched in a ready stance. “Let’s do it.”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

“A new challenger faces the Jade Heron, Thephaniendrielle Dikbuhlk.” She gestures to Arx. “Let them hear your name, Warrior!”

It’s clear that Thephaniendrielle is comfortable working a crowd, and this crowd is sitting on the edge of their seats already.
They cheer at her names, both the real one and the stage name, and wait patiently for Arx to introduce herself. When she does, they cheer nearly as loud for her.

Finally, Thephaniendrielle meets Arx’s eyes, and tosses the coin high into the air to land between them. It flips end over end, nearly striking the rafters, and the tavern is dead silent as it tumbles toward the wooden floor, until finally it clatters to the ground.

 

[Poprockz]

Arx introduced herself as Arx, Champion of pranks and pregnancy.

She instantly throws herself into action, her whip flicking out in an attempt to trip her. It wasn’t nearly fast enough, the woman stepping over it easily as the whip comes back around to nip herself in the ass. Arx yips, her cheeks a bit pink from the embarrassment of such a dud-attack. Still, she was definitely still having fun.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The Jade Heron steps over the whip and thrusts the point of her sword right toward Arx’s heart, and the changeling is forced to lurch out of the way, twisting off balance in the process

 

[Poprockz]

Though she may not have been as graceful, she felt as though she found her feet after that. A mischievous little giggle came from her as she waved her hand and twirled around the other woman, “Betitten” was whispered into her ear, he spell seeping into the other woman’s breasts.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Thephaniendrielle laughs, clutching her chest as she feels them expand. It becomes clear her armor is enchanted in some way as it fits her perfectly both before and after the spell. Her tits, just over handfuls before, now bulge out around her fingers. Her laughs turn into a small moan when she notices their increased sensitivity. She swipes at Arx’s legs to create space, forcing her opponent to jump over her blade, and then steps back and gives Arx an appraising look.

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite was indeed strong, stronger then this mage had prepared for. His comments on her clan just added to her rage. Ravennoused was the leader of Sprite's clan, and was tradition, the clan was named of her and an extension of her. Ravennoused, The Hungry Ones, a need to always push forward, to feed, to survive, to thrive! It had been many years since Sprite was one with the clan. It sickened her a bit that she did not recognize the faces of her fellow kin around her, but the hint was obvious, these were members of her clan. This creature, this scoundrel bird, had to pay, but with his magic Sprite would need help. She needed to get away, she needed to avenge her clan and Arx.

"You'll have another chance to do so, but so will I!" Sprite said back to her attacker.

She pushed her body forward, the spell breaking apart against her skin. The sudden movement sent all three of her adversaries flailing back. And then not even a second later Sprite was flying into the woods for cover. She yanked up her axe on the way, holding it close to her chest, and dived behind a thick tree. The sudden movement was a lot even for her. She breathed heavily for a moment, which could easily give away her hiding spot. She tried to calm herself, but there was a good chance she was already spotted.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The aarakocra looks down at where he is joined with the harpy, but as soon as he does, they aren’t any more. Sprite lurches out of her kinswomen’s hold, shoving him back by the cock. He falls, flat on his ass, and Sprite rushes past the nearby trees.

He turns his head to follow her, and sees her try to hide behind the trees. He smirks, and rushes to his feet. His harpy companions stand still, eyes ahead, waiting for instruction. He pulls out the iron again, and smiles when he sees her immobilized yet again.

“You,” he says to one of the harpies. “Hold her again. Chase her if she gets out this time.” He turns to the other one. “You. Stab her a few times in case I need to put her to sleep. Use the other dagger.” His cock is still out, and he starts stroking it as he reaches her again and pushes himself roughly inside, at nearly tge same moment Sprite feels the knife enter her side. He cups her cheek. “At least you’re a fighter. That will make it much easier for me.”

 

[justspitballing]

The blade cutting into her hardly nicks her, but she's paralyzed all over again and still surrounded. It seems like every time she can get free it's not quick enough to teleport away. Still this wizard had to have limits. Holding someone in place was not easy.

At least the blade didn't hurt to much and this being before her knew how to fuck. His cock went deep now that he had control over her again, her cervix being smacked against. She still was to paralyzed to talk, but not to paralyzed to moan, and her body demanded that right now. She let out hot, deep breaths as he plowed into her. She felt helpless, but her body had been now bred to like that feeling. 'Don't show any mercy. You know I angered you, punish me harder for that!' Sprite's mind was already screaming.

She still needed to get revenge for Arx and her clan. Being a naughty slut sure had its draw backs, though they could be fun.