Chapter 5: Chapter 5

 

Considering I was quite used to a military encampment, the inn room shouldn't have disappointed me. But it did. It was even dumber of me, really, considering I had no idea regarding the standards of this world.

The room was fairly big, for what that was worth considering it was barely filled. A bed that could barely fit two people, a nightstand, and a box we could presumably use for storage filled one end. The other end was empty except for a tub and two wooden chairs, and a metal candelabra which was lighting the room. 

I missed the showers of my first world. Just turn a dial and boom, hot water is raining down on you. One of those things I’d never appreciated until I was limited to using rags and cold water. Even back home, I’d eventually found multiple ways to use my magic to make that more comfortable. Hot water makes a big, big difference, but with my Flame still recovering I wasn’t going to waste it on comfort.

No, for now that was a limited resource. 

"What do you think?” I asked as I turned to Kate. She crinkled her nose in clear disgust. 

"It'll have to do." she said, and I snorted. I agreed, but the fact that she said it while her hair was a mess and her dress had holes in it made it funnier than it had any rights to be. 

“I doubt we have much of a choice,” I said as I moved to one of the chairs and sat down. “The water should be up soon, at least we’ll finally get a chance to clean up.” Kate nodded at that, before taking her own chair. For the first time since I’d entered this world, we weren’t running. It felt weird, in a way, but it gave me a chance to actually take a good look at the girl.

She was young, clearly, though far from a child. There was something oddly familiar, though, about her face. It wasn’t obvious at a glance, and I couldn’t even put my finger on what it was. Not really. I shook my head, causing her to lift her eyebrows. 

“What?” she asked, and I shrugged.

“You seem familiar somehow.” No reason to hide it that I could see. She turned thoughtful, running leaning her head on her hand as she thought. Her eyes flitted from side to side, and I noted it was kind of cute, in a way, but if it was a tick then it’d have to go. Eventually, she shrugged.

“Any other Mikare bound to you through an ownership pact?” she asked, a joking tone in her voice. I froze, my hand  reaching for my right arm, where Queen’s tail was still pressing into my skin beneath my armour. I recalled her face, the cold blue eyes that could pierce a man’s soul to the wall behind him, the heart shape that showed only once we’d gotten enough food into her. The black hair, so dark it almost seemed to eat the light around it. “You don’t, right?” Kate asked, uncertainty growing in her voice. Her expression seemed vulnerable, as though it was critically important.

It reminded me of another, in a dungeon that smelled of prisoners that were forgotten when I sieged the castle.

“Ah.” It was a sound, more than a word, that slipped from my lips. The hair and eyes had thrown me off, but I could see it clearly now. They weren’t exactly the same, but if you’d dye their hair and get matching contacts some might mistake them for twins. 

“Oy!” Kate said loudly as she stood up. “Do you, or do you not?” I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

“I do, yeah. One Mikare cat like you. Two others as well. Is that an issue?” I returned, making sure to keep my voice steady and continued before she could answer. “They’re a world away, if you didn’t notice. So how about we focus on how we’re going to not die, kill some dude with compensation issues, and get me back home?” 

Kate looked at me with wide eyes, her mouth moving, though no sound escaped it. Then, suddenly, she fell back into her chair as though she was a puppet whose strings had been cut. 

I waited, uncertain as to what had caused the response.

"You didn't choose to come." Kate's voice almost sounded dead. I raised an eyebrow, though it didn’t seem like she was looking at me. Instead, she was staring into the distance, as though the fact was a major revelation. 

“No, I did not. But perhaps it isn’t so bad. Maybe you summoned me from my imminent death back in my own world,” I said, my tone light. Her ears perked up, and her eyes widened as she focussed them on me.

“Did I!?” she asked.

“No.” Kate flinched as though struck in the face. “I was celebrating my victory with a quite enjoyable and public orgy in the emperor’s throne room.” She sank down further into her chair. “Though I suppose it was mine by then, really. Considering there wasn’t any royal family left to claim otherwise.” Her eye was twitching as her face flipped between half a dozen expressions a second. Too fast to make any sense of, so I shrugged. "That being said. It's not your fault." Kate sighed. 

"Seems like it to me."

"Nope. Unless you asked for me by name, there is a single person we can blame for this and it isn't you." Her eyebrows rose. "Fucking Amyra."

"Who?"

"The Goddess of Fate that summoned me here?" I tried to clarify. Kate looked at me like I was dumb, or perhaps mentally impaired. Not sure which.

“There is only one Goddess of the Mikare.” Her voice is flat as she speaks. I don’t enjoy her talking to me like I’m a child, but I decided to take it. Better than a half depressed Heroine. Though if there’s only one divine being here, rather than the eight of my old world, then… a lot might be different.

“Oh.” I’d thought that I had a decent grasp on this place, really. It seemed straightforward enough at least. But if I didn’t, then how was I supposed to make the right choices? I leaned back on the chair carefully, making sure it could hold my weight, before focussing on Kate. “Regardless of who summoned me here, or how. I am here now and I don’t stand to gain much by leaving you to die. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I protect what is mine, and I do believe you remember the price for my aid?” I asked, and Kate gulped. Then she nodded. I smirked. “And?” She sighed.

“Anything and everything,” she said. I nodded.

“Exactly. You are mine, so we’ll have to get rid of the guy trying to kill you. After that we can figure out how to continue.” Kate leaned back in her chair as well, crossing her legs as her expression turned thoughtful. “I’ll need to know how this goes. You’re clearly a Heroine, but if you only have the one Goddess here that probably means different things than I’d expect. So I suppose…” I hesitated, considering my words, “what would you tell a child if they wanted to know about dark lords, and heroines?” As good a place to start as any.

Kate hummed in thought, but before she could continue there we both flinched as someone knocked on the door. Our eyes met. “Besides the door,” I whispered quickly, “knife ready.” The Mikare moved quickly, almost rolling off her chair and getting to her position in an instant. I noted that. She was fast. Faster than I’d seen before, during the fight at the river. Interesting.

“Han?” a soft, yet clearly feminine, voice rang through the door. It took me a moment, but then I remembered. The water, of course. I considered double checking, but decided not to. It would be impolite, and I doubted that any enemies would be able to get in here and imitate the girl’s voice. I opened the door, and froze in place.

It was, indeed, the girl I’d been expecting. I hadn’t been expecting her dress. Or lack thereof. Downstairs she’d been wearing what I’d considered a fairly standard tavern girl outfit, with a long skirt and sleeves. The closest to anything revealing had been the bust, with ample cleavage that I was sure aided the tips she got. Now, she was wearing a skirt that went down to, at most, mid-thigh. Her top was gone, replaced with what seemed to be two lengths of fabric wrapping around her shoulders, crossing in the front, barely wide enough to hide her nipples. The only thing keeping the cloth in place was the leather collar gracing her neck, its metal rings providing some stability to the outfit. Or magic. It might have been magic.

My breath hitched at the sight before I regained control of myself. I stepped to the side, and gestured her inside. Kate stared at the bunnygirl as she entered, her eyes locked to the bouncing and bountiful breasts that she offered. I idly wondered if she was jealous, as was the case with so many less blessed ladies. Then I shrugged. Not like it mattered to me, at least at the time. 

The girl, I seemed to have forgotten her name, ignored the stare she received, though her cheeks were a pretty red as she almost seemed to glide towards the tub. Only now, did I notice the pitcher of water cradled in her hands. I winced. I needed to be more aware of such things. If it had been a knife and I hadn’t been wearing armour, she could have stabbed me. Maybe. I’d like to think I would have noticed.

Then the girl turned the pitcher over, and a stream of water left its nozzle. Steam immediately rose from it, and I raised an eyebrow. It most definitely wasn’t that hot in the pitcher. The water kept coming, slowly filling the tub as the girl stood there, and I realised it must be magical in some way.

There just wasn’t enough space in the small pitcher for that much water, though I had to concede it was an ingenious solution for offering warm baths. Certainly preferable to carrying up buckets of water one by one.

Kate stepped up beside me after closing the door, and a glance showed her biting her lip. She nodded her head once, as though making a decision, and turned to me.

“Shall I divest you of your armour, Master?” she asked, her tone demure. I took a deep breath at the arousal that surged through me, and I felt myself harden. I smirked at her. Jealousy, it seemed, was not what she was feeling. 

“You may,” I answered, and offered her my arm. Her fingers were nimble, running over the metal and undoing the buckles keeping it in place in seconds. She nodded her head at the tub, and I got the hint. Turning my head there, I simply looked at the beauty still filling the tub. 

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The girl was tall, though part of that was the long ears adding a good foot to her height. Her eyes met mine, and I couldn’t help but smile. She blushed as my arm was freed.

Kate gasped, and I turned back to her to see her staring at Queen’s tail, still wrapped around my arm from my wrist up to my elbow. My skin was bruised, the extra thickness of her fluffy tail not something the armour had been measured for, but I didn’t care. The appendage twisted, unfurling in part and stretching. Recovering from its captivity. I wondered, did Queen feel it? Was it connected, live? Was she wondering, right now, what I was doing that I’d feel safe enough to remove my armour after days of wearing it?

I shook my head, turning and offering Kate my other arm. She got the hint and, with a last glance at the twitching tail, she started to work on the armour there. Wondering about Queen wouldn’t help. Not yet. Perhaps, I considered, once I had more consistent access to my Magi, I’d be able to do something there. If her tail was properly connected, which did seem to be the case, could I perhaps leverage that connection?

It could be a way home. Or maybe… I snorted, causing Kate to look up from where she’d been taking off my arm plate.

“It’s nothing, just a stray thought,” I said softly, smiling at her. She looked like she wanted to ask, but decided against it and turned back to my armour. Seconds later, the tinkling sounds of water filling the tub stopped, and the servant walked up to us as Kate stepped behind me, her nimble fingers starting on the buckles keeping my plate in place.

“How may I serve, Han?” she asked, bowing low. I considered my answer, but before I could say something, I heard Kate snort behind me. I wondered where she’d take this, but I had a good enough feeling considering her earlier looks. I wasn’t necessarily all that interested, beyond the fact that the girl was beautiful, but I also wasn’t going to turn it down. 

“Dressed like that, how do you intend to serve?” Kate asked as another buckle came loose. The serving wench looked surprised, taking a moment to answer. The last buckle was released, and I took the front plate before setting it to the side. The back plate was placed beside it a moment later, Kate’s eyes meeting mine. There was a fire in them, almost seeming to make them glow, and she gave me a grin which was far more excited than I’d had expected from the Heroine. 

My chainmail slipped over my head and gambeson came loose quickly, head leaving only the metal legs. The girl’s eyes immediately focussed on my chest, and I felt my lips form into a wry smile. That was a common reaction to my body. She opened her mouth, but a clack of Kate’s tongue interrupted her. “No need to say it, girl. Just get on your knees and help him get out of that.”

The bunny didn’t even respond, just dropping to her knees with a thunk as they hit the wooden floor that had me wince. Before I knew it, her hands were running over the metal, looking for the buckles. I waited, looking down at her as she worked. Her breasts heaved, the strips of fabric miraculously staying in place as her breaths deepened. 

“Do you have experience, girl?” I asked. I’d forgotten her name so I just followed Kate’s manner of address. Her enthusiasm was surprising, and it reminded me that I didn’t know anything about the culture of this world. I’d need to talk to Kate about it. Make sure that I didn’t accidentally make any big mistakes by assuming all girls would be like this slut.

“Yes, Han.” The response was swift, and her voice hoarse. It wasn’t long before the last metal was removed from my body, leaving only my thick cloth pants to cover me. Kate stepped up behind me, her covered breasts pushing against my back. Her hands fluttered over my pants, reaching for the wire that kept them closed. She couldn’t see, obviously, with her cheek resting on my back, but undid it by feeling in what seemed like an instant. The girl stayed seated, her hands on her knees and her back straight.

“Do you know the best thing about long-ears, Master?” Kate asked, her voice a lustful whisper. She slipped my pants down as I shook my head, baring my hard length. The girl’s breath fell silent, her eyes wide as they locked onto my cock. I could see her eyes dilate, her nose twitching. 

I almost felt bad for her. I hadn’t cleaned myself since… before the battle back home. After that, there just hadn’t been a chance and my armour kept water out to prevent issues. I could smell how bad it was, but the bunny actually leaned forward sniffing audibly.

Kate walked to our side before squatting down. Her eyes flicked between the girl and my cock and it twitched with the excitement that surged through me. She leaned close to the servant, her lips almost touching the long ears as she whispered something, too soft for me to hear. The girl nodded.

“That’s a good girl,” Kate said, louder, before reaching out and petting her on the head. Then she grasped the bunny’s hair, winding it around her fingers before pushing her closer. I considered interfering, considering how harsh it was, but the girl didn’t seem to mind. Her blush was persistent, crawling down her neck as she gasped. 

“Now then, Master,” Kate said with an impish smile, “let me demonstrate.”

The servant girl reached my cock and immediately opened her mouth and sunk down on me. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue immediately coming up to caress my length, but Kate didn’t stop pushing. I sank deeper, groaning softly as I felt the back of her mouth. There was no hesitance in either of the women as she kept going, her throat opening for me, its tightness welcoming me, without any issue.

The girl moaned loudly, the vibrations around my cock causing me to hiss in pleasure, and I looked down to see Kate’s hand had grasped one of her breasts. The fabric had given way, and the girl’s massive nipples were revealed, pinched between the Heroine’s finger as she twisted and turned it. 

“Do it, you slut. Clean his dick nice and good,” Kate said, and the servant girl nodded, causing my length to move inside of her throat. She didn’t hesitate, bobbing her head as her tongue licked at me. I forced my groans down, surprised at the effort it took to just stare at her with a stern gaze. Her eyes met mine, a burning desire clear within them. 

“Eager, isn’t she?” I asked Kate as I curled my lip up in a half smile and reached out to stroke the servant’s long ears. Kate grinned at me in response, an almost feral look that made the exhaustion of our travels fade away as dust in the wind. She nodded, crooning as she ran her fingers through the girl's hair. 

"She is," she said, her tone sultry, "how lucky we are that the first Inn we find has such a good little toy just waiting for us." The servant girl shuddered at the words and sped up her movements. Her tongue curled up around me as best as she could, reaching across my length before withdrawing while she swallowed. 

“Looks like she’s made for this, really,” I commented. “Just imagining her serving drinks all day seems like such a waste when she’s so much better on her knees.” I widened my grin before tightening my hand on her ears, pulling them together. The girl squealed, her eyes wide as she shook in place. She didn’t stop sucking, though. If anything, she tried harder, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine and down my legs as she tried to coax an orgasm from me.

“Would you like that?” Kate said with a laugh. Her hand slid down the girl’s back as she continued. “Following us around, sucking cock all day? Your master’s cum the only thing keeping you from drying out? Oh-” She held up two fingers, shining with the girl’s arousal in the candlelight. “She certainly does.” I wanted to laugh, but the assenting moan the girl made cut me off.

My balls churned, and I groaned at the effort that simply holding back cost me. Kate gave me another feral grin.

“He’s close, slut. You have about a second to pull back if you don’t want him down your throat.” The girl seemed to hesitate, and I let my grip on her ears slip. Determination and annoyance flashed in her eyes, and rather than pull back she pushed forward. More and more of my cock sinking into the tight wetness of her throat. I hissed, twitching inside of her. Then I felt a wetness on my balls that sent fire through my body, and just as I realised she was licking them, she swallowed.

I let go, my hands gripping her ears as I bent over her, my legs shaking as I filled her with cum.

She just took it, swallowing steadily as she pulled back until I was filling her mouth. She moaned, her eyes closed and I just sighed as I relaxed, my cock slipping from between her lips.

I stepped back on unsteady legs, breathing deeply as I recovered from nearly getting my soul sucked out. The girl was still sitting on her knees, her eyes dark with lust as she returned my gaze. She opened her mouth, just enough to show the white cum she was holding, before closing it. The exaggerated sound of her swallowing almost rallied my spirits, but Kate only snorted.

“Yeah, no. Up you go, slut.” She gripped the girl’s hair, pulling her to her feet in an instant. It didn’t even matter that she was taller, the Heroine clearly more than strong enough to keep pulling her up until the bunny was forced onto her tiptoes. “Look at him.” Kate’s voice was cold, and the servant girl had tears in her eyes as she did as ordered. “What do you see?” 

“I-I don’t know?” the girl whispered, and I looked down at myself. It was quite obvious, and reasonable. Really.

“I suppose I’ll smell less, at least, but I’m far from clean,” I said with a grin. Rather than dirt and sweat, I was now covered in saliva and cum. An improvement in some regards, but it didn’t help with my bathing needs. Kate let go of the girl, only to slap her on the ass hard enough that the sound rang in my ears. The girl’s moan echoed after it, and she took a trembling step forward.

“I’m sorry, Han,” she said, her voice low and uncertain even as she stumbled closer. Her hands reached for me and I gave her a grin. If she wanted to rectify her mistake, I wasn’t about to stop her.

“No.” Kate’s voice had the girl freeze in place. She stepped closer, before landing another slap on the girl’s ass. “You’ve failed us enough tonight,” she said. Her tone was cold enough to freeze water, and the girl shuddered. Her face darkened, and tears formed in her eyes in an instant as she processed what Kate said. I reached out, catching her chin under my finger.

“Come back in the morning, I might have need of you then.” I gave her a wink and let my eyes run over her body. She looked confused, though her lips quivered in an uncertain smile.

“Yes, yes, but now you hop off and we can bathe. If you want his dick up your cunt come back then and we’ll see if we can’t make a whole bloody party about it,” Kate said, though the amusement in her voice softened her words.

“Yes, Han.” The girl bowed quickly, before turning to Kate. “Mistress.” She bowed again.

Then she walked out of the room fast enough that I wondered why she didn’t just run. I snorted as I watched her go, and followed to close the door. It closed with a satisfying click, and I sighed at the return of peace and quiet.

Then Kate broke out in laughter. Goodbye peace and quiet. I turned back to her, and sighed again.

“Let’s bathe,” I said, cutting through her laughter. It faded, but the grin on her face was mischievous. She nodded, though, and reached up to undo her dress.

“Say, master,” the teasing emphasis on the word almost got me to laugh, but I kept a steel face, “why so impatient? Was it anything I did?”

I was about to answer when she dropped her dress and I decided that the discussion could wait.

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