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[bindingeagle]

The young one didn't have one, but the man she had cast her magic on did and spat it out quickly so as not to face her wrath again.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika pocketed the suicide pill and looked at the woman. "I know you have one, I can see it in your cheek," she said. "Spit it out. Now."

 

[bindingeagle]

The woman dislodged it and spat it in Al'ika's face.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika delicately removed the pill and placed it in her pocket. Another quick spell and the woman's clit began to enlarge to generous proportions, with a spell of sensitivity over it. "I don't appreciate being spat on," she commented lightly.

 

[bindingeagle]

The woman began to quietly moan, trying to hide her weakness from the young men in the room. Soon she couldn't hold back anymore and was shrieking in unwanted pleasure.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika took a step back. "Jester, she looks like she's rather enjoying herself," she commented to her instructor. "If you would like, you could cast that one spell that we know gets me going. I know I would like to see the men's reactions to that."

 

[bindingeagle]

"To what end?" Jester asked. "We have what we need from her, unless you want to ask her more."

 

[celestialdragon]

"I'll probably think of more," Al'ika said. "Just. . . . edge her once or twice. Besides, the rookies did an amazing job, they deserve a show."

 

[bindingeagle]

Jester nodded in agreement. "Which hole?" he asked, rolling up his sleeves.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Her ass, her pussy's getting stimulated enough."

 

[bindingeagle]

"I have a better idea," Jester said before casting the spell, and soon the bandit was choking and gagging around the phantom limb. "A pity it can't splash her face," bemoaned Jester. "That would make the humiliation sweeter."

 

[celestialdragon]

"Oohh, very nice, Jester," Al'ika complimented. She smiled at the woman. "Are you ready to behave now?" she asked her sweetly.

 

[bindingeagle]

The woman gave her a glare that said, "Do I look like I can say anything right now?"

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika chuckled. "Jester, if you don't mind, I'd like you to take over. I wish to discuss with the sergeant what we found out."

 

[bindingeagle]

Jester laughed and stopped his spell, sending for Flish. Keth was out on patrol, but Jep was still hanging around. "I see you've had your fun with these ruffians," he laughed. "What do we have?"

 

[celestialdragon]

"Well, the dead one was meant to kill me and Flish. The man with the overly large balls and pecs were to distract the guards. The young fellow was to set fire to all the main buildings. And the nice young lady there was sent to capture Keth," Al'ika said. "Anything you wish to know is at your disposal right now."

 

[bindingeagle]

"Nice," he said before rallying the troops and filling them in. Once his guards had redeployed, he turned back to her. "We should check in on Keth just in case. He should be on his way back in from patrol now."

 

[celestialdragon]

"Of course, Jep," Al'ika said. "Jester, I want you near them at all times. Derrick, find a couple of rookies to help you dispose of the body. Low smoldering fire is fine. And no less than five guards near the prisoners at all times. I'll be back."

 

[bindingeagle]

Derrick gave a salute before arranging the corpse disposed. Jap checked the sharpness of his blade one last time before throwing on his backpack. "Ready as I'll ever be. Anyone else you want with us?" he asked.

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika nodded. "Get our druid brother," she said. "Flish isn't going anywhere right now."

 

[bindingeagle]

Jep ran off and grabbed Issak. "Let's go," Issak said, heading off into the forest quiet as a mouse."

 

[celestialdragon]

Al'ika crept through the forest with her brothers, enjoying the quietness of it, her eyes and ears alert for the sounds of her lover's patrol coming back.

 

[bindingeagle]

Up ahead, the group could see a fire burning in the distance and hear quiet moans of agony from the area.

 

[celestialdragon]

"That's Keth," Al'ika whispered softly, recognizing those moans. Her heart fell in her chest. "Could we hurry? He's in a lot of pain."

 

[bindingeagle]

As they approached the fire, Keth was standing over his son, who was writhing. "He poisoned from ambush, lost two, three others injured. What we do?" he asked, not paying attention to his own wounds.