Walking away from them, the Elf’s grace made Alvin boggle. He knew they were more graceful than a human, but Wintersbreath moved as though she were liquid. “Fucking god, that is just wrong,” Alvin muttered.
Becky nudged him. “Mousie can be that smooth, if we up her stats.”
“I wonder if we maxed you out, if you could, too,” Alvin said, meeting her gaze.
“I don’t think so,” Becky sighed. “Mousie has a nine Nimbleness, and she isn’t as smooth as that. Mousie, what are your maximum stats?”
“In order Matriarch, they are; Brawn of seven, Nimbleness of fifteen, Aptitude of ten, Personability of thirteen, and Hardiness of eight. Wintersbreath is the most graceful of the Champions. She is also the Queen’s duelist, being a Blade Dancer.”
“So, probably a fifteen or close to it,” Alvin mused.
“I can imagine how flexible Mousie will be if we raise her Nimbleness,” Becky said, her eyes tracing Kuro’s figure.
Chuckling, Alvin nudged her lightly. “Let’s go see another shop, shall we?”
“What would you like to see?” Kuro asked.
“Surprise us,” Becky said. “I’m sure we’ll learn something new no matter where we go.”
“As you desire, Matriarch Gothy,” Kuro replied as she began to lead them down the street.
Chapter Twenty-seven
They spent half a day walking around and sightseeing in the city. The few people they did encounter hurriedly left the street, some of them actually running into the nearest buildings. They went back to the inn early that evening, then headed to the base.
Jarvis greeted them from the kitchen. “It will be a few minutes before I have dinner prepared for cooking. Did you wish to cook again tonight, miss?”
Becky shook her head. “Not tonight, Jarvis.”
“May I cook then, Gothy?” Kuro asked.
“Yes,” Becky smiled. “Talk with Jarvis about what you’ll need. You might need to get some things from your world if you want to cook us a dish you know.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Kuro replied.
Alvin toggled his clothing over to the comfortable set. “Looks like we have a bit of time,” he said as he stepped behind Becky and put his arms around her.
“We should do something about that,” Becky replied, her clothing switching over to her new set.
“I shall inform you when dinner is ready,” Jarvis said just as Alvin was starting to lead Becky toward the bedroom.
“Thank you,” Alvin said, releasing Becky to shut the door behind them.
When he turned back around, Becky was across the room and smirking at him. “You’ll never take me alive, copper.”
“You want to play hard to get? Fine,” Alvin grinned. “The longer you stay away from me, the worse it will be for you.”
Becky’s eyes glittered. “Promises, promises, Hero.”
Stalking toward her, Alvin was careful to angle his advance to cut off one half of the room. Becky stepped away from him, her body swaying as she tried to gauge which way he would go.
Taking three quick steps, Alvin came in from her left, then cut back the other way. Becky let out a giggle as she turned and ran for the dungeon room. Not expecting her to bolt, he chased after her. For the next few minutes, she managed to use various pieces of equipment to keep him at bay.
The chase came to an end when Alvin leapt over one of the benches. Wrapping his arms around her, he spun and pushed her chest down onto the same bench he had gone over. “No power in the verse can stop me,” Alvin chuckled.
“I’ve been a bad girl, Hero,” Becky panted, her breath a little short from the play and her rising excitement.
“Yes, and bad girls get punished,” Alvin agreed. “I can’t use you too hard because we still need to eat dinner, especially since it’s Kuro’s first time cooking for you.”
“Please…” Becky whimpered as she wiggled in his arms.
“I’m still going to use you, just not as hard as I could. Now settle down,” Alvin growled in her ear.
“As you command, Hero,” Becky husked.
Using one hand to pin her to the bench, he reached under her skirt intending to pull her underwear off, only to find she wasn’t wearing any and she was already ready for anything he wanted. Alvin grinned and used his knee to spread Becky’s legs wider. “I see someone desperately needs a firm hand,” he said.
Becky shook with need. “A very firm hand.”
Leaning into her back, Alvin reached around to hook her hands to the bench. Once he had her hands secured, he was able to stand back from her. He bent down and pulled the kneeling pads out of the sides. “Up you go, Gothy,” he told her as he lifted one of her legs into place, strapping it down.
Once she was kneeling on the bench, Alvin walked away, much to Becky’s displeasure. He gathered the items that he wanted to start with and slowed his pace coming back. “Is someone feeling feisty? I’ll have to break that wild spirit.”
Becky calmed her attempts to free herself, her breath coming hard. “Break me? You’ll never break me, Hero.”
“Challenge accepted,” Alvin laughed darkly. “No cumming until I say so.”
Alvin plugged in the wand and positioned it against Becky, using the straps to fix it in place. He set it to low and listened to Becky’s gasps. “Now for the real fun,” Alvin said as he ran his hands up under Becky’s skirt, pushing it up as he went. The skirt vanished, and Alvin stopped. “Put it back, Gothy. I want you stripped at my pace.”
When the skirt reappeared, Alvin continued with his slow exposure of her round ass. Once he had her exposed, his left hand lifted, then came back down at speed. The smack of hand meeting ass was almost as loud as Becky’s yelp. A bright red handprint marked his strike.
The spanking went on until a nice dark pink hue covered most of her ass. Clicking the wand up another notch, Alvin leaned next to her ear. “Now lose the skirt.” With it gone, Alvin stood back as he snagged the paddle from where he had rested it. “We’re ramping things up. Hope you’re ready, Gothy.”
Becky was lost in her own mind, not answering even when the first strike of the paddle came down. She moaned and gasped as Alvin turned the pink on her bottom to a nice red.
Satisfied with the shade of red he’d achieved, Alvin set the paddle down. Lowering the bench a few inches, Alvin made sure it was locked before he went around to where Becky’s head lolled. “Gothy, are you okay?” Alvin asked, kneeling down beside her.
Head tilting to the side, her hair uncovered one glazed eye. He could see her happiness and need. “Hero…”
Pulling his shorts down as he stood up, his rigid flesh slapped Becky on the cheek. Eyes widening with ravenous hunger, Becky’s lips encased the tip of his swollen cock before he could move. “That’s my hungry little slut,” Alvin sighed as he adjusted his position, feeding her more of his length.
Alvin was in ecstasy as Becky worked on him. He had rarely seen her this worked up, and she was doing everything she could to bring him pleasure. The angle wasn’t the best, which helped Alvin resist the urge to go all out and empty into her mouth right away. When he tried to pull back, Becky sucked on his shaft harder to keep him from getting away. Chuckling, he began a game of letting her have him and making her work to keep him.
Eventually he pulled away from her and let her breathe. Walking around behind her, he positioned himself to finish what he had started. He dragged the tip up and down her dripping slit, making her whimper and beg for it.
A soft gasp brought his attention to the door. Kuro stood there watching as Alvin finally pushed himself into Becky. “Di… dinner's almost ready.”
Alvin slammed into Becky, making her gasp and moan louder as he locked eyes with Kuro. “We’ll be there as soon as she’s done, Mousie. Unless you’d like to come play with her some?”
Licking her lips, Kuro took a step into the room hesitantly, but shook her head and retreated. “I’ll keep it warm for you,” she said as she hurried away.
“Not ready yet,” Alvin sighed, then began to take Becky fast and hard. “Are you ready, Gothy?”
“Yes, please! Please let me cum,” Becky responded. Her hips tried to meet his, but the straps held her firmly in place.
Pushing all the way into her allowed the vibration of the wand to reach his balls. Eyes rolling, Alvin gave her a few hard, short thrusts. “Cum, Gothy. Cum for me now.”
Screaming in pleasure, her whole body strained against the straps holding her as the long-delayed orgasm finally came. Her welcoming passage clamped down, trying to hold him inside her as he continued to pound into her. As her first orgasm started to subside, Alvin grunted as his began. He lost all sense of rhythm as he pounded her, his seed spilling into her. That sensation was enough to set Becky off into another orgasm.
It took a few minutes before Alvin was able to steady himself and pull free of her sex. Panting, he leaned against her back, trailing kisses along her spine. “Good girl, Gothy.”
“Thank you, Hero,” she murmured in a daze.
Taking his time, Alvin got her unhooked from the bench and the toys put away. Retrieving a washcloth, he cleaned her and himself before he resummoned his clothing. Becky finally got herself onto shaky legs, grabbing him and holding him close.
“Thank you.”
“It was our pleasure, Gothy,” Alvin said, softly kissing her head. “Dinner’s been ready for a while. Shall we go try Mousie’s food?”
“Yes,” Becky murmured, leaning against him as they left the room, her legs still unsteady.
When Alvin and Becky got to the dining area, Jarvis and Kuro were speaking in the kitchen. Upon seeing them, Jarvis cleared his throat. “We shall serve dinner now.”
Alvin and Becky took their seats as Jarvis and Kuro brought out a variety of meats, vegetables, and sauces. Kuro took her seat while Jarvis brought two bottles back from the kitchen, and filled their wine glasses with a wine so dark red it bordered on black.
Alvin glanced from Jarvis to Kuro, but didn’t comment on how easily she was able to speak with the butler. Instead, he asked Kuro, “Can you tell us what all of this is?”
“A sampling of the dishes that I can cook,” Kuro replied. “The meats are kurstok, labin, and flaze,” she said, gesturing to the three different meats that looked vaguely like beef, chicken, and pork. “We also have a selection of vegetables,” she said, rattling off a list of things that didn’t sound as ridiculous as the banple juice they had previously sampled.
“The developers changed the names, sir,” Jarvis said to Alvin before he could ask about the unique names of the foods.
Kuro looked lost, but Becky nodded. “What do you recommend we try first, Mousie?” Becky asked as she looked over the dishes.
Over the next hour Kuro explained the different combinations that were normally eaten together. Alvin was surprised by the flaze. It looked like and had the texture of a pork loin, but the flavor was a mixture of bacon, swiss cheese, and pineapple. What really made him pause was the wine; it didn’t taste like anything he could describe. Sitting there with the glass in his hand for over a minute, he realized that this must be what explaining color to a blind man must be like.
“It is a unique beverage only found on this world,” Jarvis said, after both Alvin and Becky had paused to stare at their glasses.
“It’s good,” Becky said, taking another sip.
“I can’t fault that, but it’s…” Alvin lost the words.
“Have you enjoyed the food?” Kuro asked.
“It’s good,” Alvin said. “The flaze is a new favorite of mine.”
“Of course it is,” Becky snickered.
The rest of the meal they spent with tidbits of conversation regarding the different dishes, and praising Kuro for cooking it all. When they were all finished, Becky stood up and took Kuro’s hand. “Come on, Mousie. You deserve a reward for this,” Becky smiled at Kuro.
“I’m going to take a shower in a few,” Alvin let Becky know as she towed the Elf behind her.
“We’ll be taking a quick rinse, then I’ll have her in the dungeon for a bit,” Becky replied.
Alvin chuckled as he watched them go and turned back to Jarvis. “Jarvis, how did you get to the point where Kuro is speaking to you so easily?”
“I’m not sure, sir,” Jarvis replied. “She seems quite relaxed with me. Maybe because she believes I’m an elemental?”
“Oh, right,” Alvin sighed. “The Queen is seeing us in the evening tomorrow, so we’ll probably wake up late.”
“I shall keep that in mind, sir,” Jarvis said as he began to gather dishes.
“Have a good night, Jarvis. We’ll see you for breakfast.”
“Indeed. Sleep well, sir.”
When Alvin went to the bathroom, it was empty. The shower was still steamy, so he must have just missed them. After a quick rinse, he soaked in the tub for a bit, listening to some music before retiring to the bedroom.
Lounging on the bed and listening to Bach, Alvin smiled when Becky helped Kuro into the bedroom. Kuro’s legs were wobbly, but Becky supported her all the way to her bed. “Hero, you don’t mind if Mousie joins us, do you?”
“Not at all,” Alvin said, sliding over to make sure there was plenty of room.
Becky got into bed and helped Kuro in. Once she was situated and Becky was holding her properly, Alvin slid over to hold Becky.
“Have fun?” Alvin asked softly.
“Gothy was very attentive,” Kuro murmured, before Becky could answer.
“We did,” Becky said, kissing one of Kuro’s ears.
Kuro shivered and pushed her backside a little more into Becky, who responded by holding her tighter. The movement wedged Alvin’s hand firmly between Becky’s stomach and Kuro’s back.
“I’m glad,” Alvin said, kissing Becky’s neck and getting a shiver from her. “Lights off. Music, fade out and stop when the song ends.”
The lights went out and the music became a barely audible background noise. Alvin lay there holding his lover, who held her newest lover in turn. Well, it’s different… but maybe this is how it should be. He heard Kuro’s soft snores, swiftly followed by Becky’s louder snores. I’m not going to complain about it.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Alvin decided to let the auto shop continue repairing the vehicles the next morning, so they left via the archway in the main room and appeared in their room at the inn. Alvin touched his shirt’s top button at his throat; it had been a long time since he had dressed up in a suit.
“I still think the tie would have been even better,” Becky said, eyeing the no-collar dress shirt Alvin was wearing.
“You just want to be tied up with silk ties,” Alvin replied with a raised eyebrow.
“No… Well, not just that,” Becky said, looking away. “I do think you would look better with a tie.”
“If something happens, I’d rather not have an easy handle for people to grab,” Alvin replied. “Besides, I prefer these shirts.”
Nodding, Becky’s eyes drifted over the sharply cut dark blue pinstripe suit that Alvin wore. “I like the rest of it. The light blue shirt with the darker blue suit was a good touch.”
Buttoning the jacket that hid the vest he wore under it, Alvin smiled. “Thank you, Gothy. Let’s go see about your dress, shall we?” With a thought, Alvin was back in his normal attire. “Don’t want to chance ruining the suit until the meeting.”
Becky nodded and looked over to Kuro. She had briefly worn the white dress they had purchased yesterday, but was in her leathers for the moment. “It’s a good point. I want to see about getting a picture of all of us dressed up later.”
“Camera required,” Alvin chuckled. “We can see what it’ll cost.”
The streets on the way to the tailor were as empty as they had been the previous day, but Alvin did notice more eyes watching them this time. Kuro seemed to ignore them, and Becky only glanced once or twice in the direction of the windows. None of the Elves watching them pull
ed back today. Because nothing had happened yesterday, they were emboldened to get a better look at the demons.
Entering the shop, the Elf behind the counter gave them a bow of his head. “I shall inform my mistress that you have arrived. Please, give me a moment.”
A couple of minutes later, the seamstress came out of the back with a dress in her hands. “I was just putting the finishing touches on it,” she said as she walked around from behind the counter. “If you would like to step into the back, we can get you changed and see if everything fits as it should.”
“Okay,” Becky said, holding the dress out to look it over. “Mousie, come with me.”
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