A Sticky Situation - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Ah... the Hill. What can I say about it, except that was where the rich overlords of Tunfaire, the movers and shakers, the ones with the money and power stayed. It was up north, past the Dream Quarter, where the temples of the cities thousand and one cults and religions made their home. The streets are much cleaner here. More brightly lit, and safer too, since the City Watch take care to look after the welfare of those who hold the power to hire and fire over them.

The mansion of the Storm Warden Argent Sable stood almost at the top of the Hill. Status was measured by the proximity of your residence to the crest of the hill. And Storm Warden Sable was really powerful, both in the magic department and the political arena. I wondered what he was doing back in the Cantard, away from all the fighting. Say what you will of our fair city's leaders, at least in this one respect, money and status didn't make any difference. The war down South was important, and they certainly did their share.

The Storm Warden's place was huge, massive even, and brooding, built in brooding imperial style that was popular a few centuries ago. Cavorting stone gargoyles and various uglies chased each other all over the facade. Oh, Ymir. One of those pretentious ones. They feel they have to impress you with their money, wealth, status and power.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

Once inside, after a quick lookover by suspicious guards, the interior didn't match up with the outside. It was all light and airy, with a lot of maple wood furniture, open spaces and rugs all over the floor. The butler took my cloak, and compressed his lips when he saw what I was wearing. But being well-trained and the epitome of the stiff upper lip school of butlering, he said nothing beyond, "This way, milady," with a bit too much emphasis on the 'lady' for my taste.

Still, I was dressed to please myself, not anyone else. And I was wearing my usual working gear. All black leather. Thigh high boots made of soft leather. The rest of my outfit consisted mainly of leather straps, used for the main purpose of providing me with places to hang my gear on, and I had a lot of gear, some of which wasn't immediately obvious. Two tiny triangles that barely covered my nipples left my breasts uncovered and a slightly larger triangle that was just enough to cover my crotch. In fact, it was so small and tight down there, my pussy lips were bulging out at the sides, and the thin thong that cut through my crotch left my ass totally bare.

If you're wondering why someone in my line of work is wearing something so obviously impractical, let me tell you a little story.

Somewhere down the line, the giant gods played a really mean trick on me. Even though I was a half-breed giant, I didn't look it. Mom was the shortest of the giant lot, standing at only eight feet in her socks... if she bothered to wear any at all. And my flaming red hair comes from mom's side too, since they were fire giants. I stand only five-foot-eight in my socks. IfI bothered to wear any, and I thought I'd gotten a pretty raw deal for someone with fire giant blood. I was taller than most human females, and managed to hold my own with human males. What I also got from mom's side, was my strength. I don't look it, being well proportioned, and not overly muscular like some of the amazon-type female warriors, but I am stronger than oh... three or four men. Works out quite well in my line of work. And my skin is tougher than normal. It gives me the equivalent protection of leather armour, so you can see I don't slice easily, although a sword thrust is another story.

So you can see why I wear as little as I can get away with without being carted off to the Slough of Despond - Tunfaire's jail - for indecent exposure. I don't need the armour. Plate is good, but a little heavy, showy and noisy. Any leather armor was as good as my skin. So I sacrificed the weight and extra protection for speed and mobility. Besides, it gives me an advantage in a fight. Most men just can't take me seriously when I'm dressed like a whore playing soldier. So while they're still making up their minds whether to whip me or fuck me, I get the first strike.

But the giant gods were definitely out to get me, what with their warped sense of humour and all. I mean, they think it's funny to cut someone up and tie their entrails to a tree, then set wolves chasing after the poor sod just so they can watch him wind his guts round it. I mean, I'm a giant cross-breed, right? Flaming red hair and all. I'm a bounty hunter, right? Mean, tough bitch that'll bite off your balls and chew 'em up for breakfast, right? So why by all the giant gods did they have to give me big, bouncy tits with large, I mean huge nipples? My nipples stick out like a sore thumb because that's how large and thick they are! And they had to go and give me this ass that wiggles and jiggles when I walk on my long legs.

And don't get me started about my pussy, either. Thick, fleshy pussy lips that dangle down an inch from my plump entrance, and a clit  the size of a pea sticking out an inch from its hood. Gods above, I tell you if I wasn't a bounty hunter, I'd probably have been the most successful and popular whore in the history of Tunfaire.

Shit, who's gonna take me seriously when they see me coming? That's why I make it a point to make sure my rep stays tough.

And I could see all of this and more in the eyes of the Storm Warden. He looked a normal, ordinary fellow. Nothing distinguishing to mark him as one of the city's most powerful sorcerers... until you noticed the air of competent power that he projected.

Whoa, girl. Better play it straight here.

"Ms... Sapphire Steele?"

Deep voice. What, I wondered, was he doing with a flunky like Softy? "Storm Warden Sable. I came as quickly as I could."

"So I was told."

Was that a flash of wry humour in those obsidian eyes? "Right." I was being brisk and all business now. "Who do you want me to find?"

Instead of answering me, one of Tunfaire's major powers gestured, and led me to his study. It was a bit like him. Quiet, undistinguished. But every piece of furniture and every book that lined the walls were there for a purpose, and you could almost feel the magic from all those years of study and practice charging the air in the room.

He turned and watched me enter. I had to give him full marks for his control. I mean, here I was, practically bare-assed naked, sexy as hell, if I say so myself, with a walk that set old men drooling, radiating a silent "Fuck Me" siren call to ninety-nine of the male population and a good portion of the female population. And he watched me with absolutely no more emotion in his eyes than he would have given an old servant bringing in his afternoon tea. My respect for him went up even more.

I sat in one of his chairs, with my legs spread wide open so that my leather crotch covering practically disappeared into my slit, exposing my generous lips. I mean, I'd done it for so many years it was automatic and I never gave it a second thought. Not until I looked into his eyes again. By then it was too late to do anything about it, so I decided to tough it out. By Ymir's iron balls, I'd outfaced hairier men than this.

I never noticed him making any sort of signals, but as soon as we were seated, the butler came in with some drinks. I never found out how the smooth bastard did it, but I was served my favourite drink. Dark ale, all foamy and drawn straight from the keg. The Storm Warden had a glass of purplish red wine... claret, I guess.

He looked at me and all of a sudden, my cunt woke up and began to itch like crazy. Oh, gods, I wanted his cock inside me! Aware that my cunt juices would seep out sooner or later, what with my legs spread wide open like that, I tried to speed up the interview so I could leave before I embarrassed myself by showing him evidence of how much I wanted him to fuck me. Before I could say anything, however, he spoke.

"Your appearance belies your reputation, Ms Steele."

Tactful sod. "Yeah, well, it's... useful."

"I find I am in need of your particular talents. I need you to locate someone for me."

"Hey, that's what I do. I'm a bounty hunter, after all. You want him dead or alive?"

"Alive, please." Yes, definitely a flash of wry humour there. "And it's a her, nor him."

Her??? A female??? Now, there's nothing wrong with the female sex, but most of the folks I bump into in my line of work are males. Maybe us females can get what we want without having to resort to crude, lawless methods. Unlike the poor men who have nothing else to offer, especially that piece of equipment between their legs.

"Alright... who is she?"

"She's... my daughter."

Gods, the amount of pride he'd had to swallow to make that admission. Like I said, he was already sky-high in my estimation, so I tried to make it easy on him. "Kidnapped? They want ransom or something? That's more like Garrett's line of work, you know. You ever hear of him?"

"Yes, his name was brought to my attention. However, he is out of town on an assignment. Down to the Cantard, I believe, but no," he continued. "She wasn't kidnapped. She ran away... with her boyfriend."

Oh, great, girl. Why don't you put both feet into your big mouth at the same time? Save you all that trouble. "How do you know?" Might as well play it straight. I figured he could take it like a man.

"She didn't leave a note if that's what you mean, but I made some enquiries."

If I remembered correctly, Storm Warden Sable was a widower, and his daughter was the only child. She would've been spoilt rotten. Wonderful. I sighed mentally. "Do you know where she is?"

"Yes."

Hmm. Weird. If he knew, why call me in? "And..?" This was going to be difficult if he needed the prompting.

"She's... down in the Tenderloin. And her boyfriend leads a packs of ogres."

Sheee...it, girl! Gods, I would earn every single copper groat of my fee! That short sentence told me a lot. It meant that his daughter was probably living it up as a whore, shacking up with her ogre boyfriend, the pimp. And he had a bunch of ogres to back him up. The worst of it was, there was no way the Storm Warden was able to charge in there to rescue her - if she needed any rescuing in the first place - because that would have meant he'd be butting heads with the kingpin of Tunfaire's underworld... Chodo Contague.

Chodo was... Chodo. Tunfaire's Kingpin, crimeboss, emperor of Tunfaire's underworld. He was a hairless, colourless, ugly lump confined in a wheelchair, and he looked like a helpless cripple. Until you look in his eyes. Chodo's eyes mirror his rotten soul. And the fury, lust, and murder there show you just why he is the undisputed king of the dunghill. Nobody, but nobody, messes around with Chodo. Not even a Storm Warden.

This was getting better and better. The giant gods were having a roaring time at my expense today. "So... do you think she left willingly? Or did you have a quarrel and she's doing this to pay you back?"

He looked away to hide the pain in his eyes. "We were close, once... but since her mother died, we drifted further and further apart... the pressures of ruling the city... the war in the Cantard... she grew up even before I knew it. And I discovered I never even knew the girl that is my daughter."

Hmm. Standard sob story of the rich and shameless. Poor little rich girl. Daddy's girl, wanting his love and attention, but not knowing how to get it. And both end up hurting the ones they love most. I may be only eighteen, but I've seen a lot of life and its seamier side.

I kept my mouth shut, though. Hell, no one is perfect. From all accounts, the Storm Warden did try to do his level best for the city, and gave his all in the war in the Cantard. Too bad there wasn't any of him left over for his daughter. "What's her name?"

"Jade. We... my wife and I... named her that for her green eyes."

Great. A description at last. Turned out she was sixteen, blonde, tall, very pretty with a curvy figure. She'd go down like gangbusters in the Tenderloin. Line up, line up to sock it to an aristocrat's daughter. The clients would pay, and gladly... especially if she was willing.

Finding her wouldn't be a problem. Getting her back would. "Was she a virgin when she ran away?" Now, why did I ask that?

"I don't know... judging from her actions, I'd have to say... no."

Ok. So he was being a realist. "Do you know where she is now?" Gods, I swear. That stone face of his seemed to crack for just a moment. But he held it in.

"She's working over in Kitty's Pleasure Palace. The ogre boyfriend is her pimp and she's doing a dozen customers a day. I want... my daughter... out of there... and back here."

Why can't anything, the things that matter most, ever be easy? "What if she doesn't want to come back here?"

"How can she not?!!!" he exploded. "You can't mean to tell me she - she - likes it there? Doing what she's doing???"

"It depends," I coolly pointed out. "Inside every woman, there's a hot slut just waiting to get out. Look at me. Some never let it out, because it's buried deep. Others discover it and there's no stopping them. You've done your homework on me. You should know that all the girls who work in my place do it because they like it. You can't pay any girl enough to do what they do. You can threaten and drug them. But you can't pay them. Hell, I've got girls young as your daughter working there because they can't get enough goblin cock. I don't know about your daughter, but if she loves it, there's no way I can bring her out."

I was giving it to him hard. I guess he needed to wake up from his fantasy idea that daddy's little girl doesn't put out. If she was spreading her legs for a dozen clients a day - and over at Kitty's, where you don't get the refined clientele but ruffians of the street... beggars, cripples, the homeless - she was not only putting out, but loving it. Either that, or she was doing it drugged, or because she was being beaten into it. But if her boyfriend was an ogre... well, the Storm Warden had brains enough to put two and two together. Now, if he would only use them.

He refused to use them.

"I don't care. I want her out! I don't care how much it costs. I'll pay."

"Anything?"

"Just get her back. I'll pay whatever it takes."

Gods, he didn't like me at that moment. I wouldn't have given a wooden groat for my chances of ever getting him into my wet pussy.

"I'll charge you expenses. But for my main fee..." I paused. Alright, girl go for it. No pain, no gain. No guts, no glory. "For my main fee, I want you to remove a curse from me."

"What??!!"

There. Tthat startled him enough out of his mire of self-pity? "I said, I want you to remove a curse from me." And I told him why.

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If you think humans are biased towards cross-breeds, you should see how the non-humans treat half-breeds.

I never knew how mom met dad. Hell, I never even knew who dad was. I was a bastard, pure and simple, and no one wanted me except mom. For the first couple of years of my life, I was living a bare existence. Every other giant ignored me like I wasn't there... except when they wanted me to do scut work. Every night, I could hear mom's parents, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins... the whole fucking family... ream her out because of me.

When I was five, I guess mom couldn't take it any more. She left me at a monastery. But before she did that, she told me it was for my own good, that I'd be free to make my own way in the world instead of being beholden to her whole crummy family.

The place she'd left me at was the monastery of the Sisters of the Moon, a warrior priestess organisation that worshipped the Lady in the Moon, and went around protecting other women from abuse by men. And yes, they were all lesbians. I got sucked into it almost from day one. I looked human. I acted human. And I was very careful, after a few accidents, to hide my true strength. No one ever found out.

They put me into training as an acolyte warrior priestess. I may go into detail about that at some later date. They taught me how to fight, all the secret empty hand techniques handed down from generation after generation of warrior priestesses. They taught me two schools of weapon fighting. And I was being inducted into the first level of moon-magics, so I could participate fully in the full moon rituals.

When I was fifteen, I was sent out on my final test. It was a real assignment. Succeed, and I'd be a full-fledged warrior priestess. Fail.. well, failure meant my death anyway, so that wasn't much of a concern.

There was a human-demon half-breed that had been terrorising the countryside to the south. He'd come in out of nowhere and taken over a ruined tower. After rebuilding, he'd gathered a motley crew of non-humans and cross-breeds. Then he went out and captured stray farm girls, always pretty and young, to practice his particular form of sex magicks. He'd cast a spell on them, and then when they were willing and able, he'd fuck them to death. At least they died in ecstasy.

I went in, full of fire and zeal. The Sisterhood had been good to me. I developed a sense of self-worth that I could never have obtained otherwise, so I guess mom was right there. I was trained to do something worthwhile, and what training it was! And my young body had been introduced to sex, although it was the lesbian kind. I wanted to prove myself worthy.

His guards weren't much of a problem. Like I said, they were rejects, the lowest of the low. And compared to my training, I might as well have been fighting the dummies I used for sword practice.

I'd cast a minor spell of concealment on myself, so I could sneak into the demon's tower unnoticed. What no one told me was that the demon's power and magick was stronger than that given to me by the Lady in the Moon. His was sex magick, the power of life and death, and it swept away my pitiful spell as if it wasn't there. Then, he laid hands on me... and cast his spell on me.

How well I remember his words then: "You stupid girl! Did you think to challenge me with your pitiful Sisterhood training? Killing those worthless scum means nothing! This is as far as you go!"

I felt a tingling pass through me, and my body grew warmer. My armour was too tight, too hot... I needed to take it all off... "What have you done to me?" I cried.

His laugh was cruel. "I've increased your sexual sensitivity one hundred times! I've increased your sexual appetites a hundred fold! I've swept away all your inhibitions... there's nothing you wouldn't do for sex! And now... now, I'm going to fuck you to death. And, maybe after I have you, I'll take care of the rest of your precious Sisterhood!"

Oh, but the bastard was magnificent. His body was like a god, his face cruelly handsome, and his cock... his cock was a thing alive. It was fully twelve inches long and five inches thick, and the veins criss-crossing it writhed like snakes, throbbing, never ceasing.

Then he placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy... and I exploded into a million pieces as the most shattering orgasm I'd ever felt hit me. I was deep in the throes of my never-ending orgasm as he raped away my virginity... but how can I call it rape when I wanted, ached, desired for his cock with every fibre of my being?

He took me countless times, in countless ways, shoving his cock till it was deep inside, past my cervix. Then he was shooting his potent sperm straight into my womb. He also fucked my asshole for the first time and flooded my bowels with his cum. He thrust himself down my throat and filled my belly with his hot seed. He fist-fucked me, burying his arm elbow deep into my cunt and rectum. And he did it again and again, over and over, making me cum my brains out. I was in love with him, I would have died for him, as he intended me to.

I still remember screaming, over and over, "I'm cumming! Oh, gods, I can't stop cumminggg!!!!! More, More!!! Don't stop fucking meee!!!!" and his reply, "Fool! My sexual energy far exceeds that of a mere human. I won't wear out until your human body dies of pleasure and fatigue! I'll fuck you until your mortal mind is driven insane!!!!"

Any normal, human girl would have died from pure pleasure and exhaustion long ago. But although I looked human, I wasn't. And that was what saved my life, I guess. My giant genes gave me strength and endurance beyond that of a mere mortal. My tissues and muscles were able to withstand his ferocious assaults, and I discovered my capacity for sex and pleasure was more than a match for his.

The morning came, as I stirred lazily back to my senses again. I was sticky, and every inch of me was plastered in dried and drying cum. I had to clear my eyelashes before I could see, and wipe my nostrils clear so I could breathe. My mouth felt and tasted foul. My insides were flooded with his cum. But my breasts ached with need, my nipples so stiff and sensitive the very slight breeze caused my pussy to awaken with renewed desire. My pussy and asshole gaped open, semen leaking out, but I felt good, I felt wonderful, I felt alive!

I felt him stirring beneath me. "Oh, my godssss..."he moaned. "One hundred and thirty eight times!?"

"Oh good, you're awake!" I chirped, as I reached for his limp cock. "Let's continue... I need to fuck some more!"

"I can't," he moaned pitifully, "I'm exhausted! There's nothing left!"

I had been sucking on his cock, feeling that wonderful thickness stirring to life inside my mouth, awakened by my lips and tongue. "Oh? Well, that's not what this little fucker here says!"

I rose up, and straddled him. My cunt gaped open, and a dollop of cum plopped out of the holes between my legs, lubricating his erect shaft. "You promised to fuck me till I was completely satisfied, remember?" I lowered myself onto his cock, heedless of his feeble protests, feeling my orgasm build up again as I felt his thick cock slide into my hungry pussy. "And I'm not close to being satisfied!"

I used my tired legs to pump myself on his turgid cock. My loose pussy easily accepted his thick cock, as I plunged it all the way into me. I held it inside me, with his head poking my cervix. I squeezed my internal muscles, hoping to coax another blast of hot cum to fill my womb.

"No! Oh, demons below You're a succubus! That's what you are! A succubus!"

"No, I'm not, honey," I said, as I felt the first spurts of hot cum filling me. "I'm just a very horny girl, and I'll suck you all you want, after I fuck you." And with that, I let my orgasm take control of my body.

But the demon gave a frightful wail, and right before my astonished eyes, he began to shrivel and dry up. I could actually feel his cock shrinking inside my pussy!

Before long, I was fucking the shriveled mummified cock of the demon and having an orgasm. I was still so horny, I sat on the dead demon, fucking his shriveled cock and fingering my clit for several hours, before I quit.

I thought the demon's death would have removed the spell, or the curse he'd placed upon me, but no such luck.

The journey back to the Sisterhood took two weeks. I was so incredibly horny, I ended up fucking my horse, and any stray dogs or travelers we ran into. The animals were the best, since they could keep fucking for a long time, even after cumming inside me. Even so, I nearly fucked my horse to death by the time we reached the monastery.

And guess what happened to me then?

The giant gods were having a rare good laugh at my expense. Even after I'd succeeded in my mission, I couldn't remain in the Sisterhood because I was no longer a virgin, and had been sullied by the touch of a male. Hell, I knew I reeked of human and animal cum even after two weeks, but they didn't have to get that snotty about it all.

So I kissed the Sisterhood goodbye with my middle finger, and made my way to Tunfaire where I've been for the past two years. I've made it my ambition to be the best bounty hunter the city has ever seen, and to fuck my way through the entire male population before I leave.

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The Storm Warden sat silently after I'd finished telling my story. I really couldn't make out what he was thinking, his eyes were closed.

Then, abruptly, he spoke, "It's agreed, then. Get my daughter back, and I'll try to remove your curse from you."

"'Try?'"

"I cannot do or promise anything until I've had time to study the curse... and its effects on you."

No shit. Still, this was the best chance I've had of getting the curse removed from me since I met up with that damned demon. And half a chance is better than none.

"It's a deal."

And we shook on it.

Continued in Chapter 3

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