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

[Nouh_Bdee]

“That’s quite an *if*,” the wizard scoffed. “If you don’t think I’ve been pulling punches you haven’t been paying attention.” She seems put out by Arx’s boast.

She crossed her arms in front of her, and it would be entirely unclear whether she had any idea how fucking hot that made her tits look, even under leather armor.

“You’re going in the back of that wagon. If you tell me where to find The Lady I can make sure you keep your armor and your consciousness, or I can have Maritia make sure you’re stable after I roast you. These are the terms.”

 

[justspitballing]

"You seem to forget I have a fuse shorter then a dead man's nail. You sending threats back our way isn't going to get you very far at all," Sprite responded.

"And yes, we can't instruct you on any lady if we don't know who you mean, or if we are dead. Your captain is trying to kill us. We were hired by him and he is trying to keep that unknown and doing the most poor job of it," she then went on.

She was very sure the wizard could kill them both. After all, she could fly without any effort. But she was also sure they would both be gutted by the captain without the wizard knowing any better. This was now once again a no win situation.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

“Your fuse isn’t my problem!” she snaps, eyes bright in desperate frustration. Then, she sighs, trying to get herself under control. “Look, you have to see the reality that you’re in.” She gestured toward the ground. “I don’t like roughing people up, especially for such a minor offense, but if what Captain DeGauriel says is true, then you’re involved enough in The Lady’s disappearance to have information, and the more you resist an arrest for simple tomb-raiding, the more I start to wonder if he’s right.”

She shakes her head, hands on her hips. “And now you say the man in charge of enforcing the law against tomb-raiding hired you to raid this tomb? I’m not buying it.”

“The fact is, cooperating is your only way out of this.”

 

[Poprockz]

Man, she would love to have that woman sit on her face. One could probably use her hair like reins to gallop into a wet, hot mess.

Arx shrugged, “well, if you believe that big-dicked, back-stabbing eromancer over us, then who’s to say that we won’t “tragically die from our wounds” while in his care. The priest will “conveniently” run out of god-juice.” She used her fingers for upside-down finger quotes to emphasize her distrust.

“Fact of the matter is, I’m here to grab a magic dick, get my money, and make arrangements for the baby I’m going to squeeze out in three months.” She didn’t want to use the pregnant card, but sometimes one had to use anything that could help a situation.

She glanced at Sprite, realizing she may not have mentioned this to her yet. “Don’t worry about it- it’s my business.”

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite wasn't fully shocked that Arx was with child considering.

"I wont worry at all, you will do fine with them. Though they should have a proper first hunt," Sprite said, thinking back on her first hunt as a young one. She smiled at the memory.

"Are you speaking of The Lady of Rionne? They have gone missing?" Sprite stated back to the wizard.

If this was the case that changed a lot. They would have everyone after them if it was believed they were involved. There would be no escape outside of just living with her clan again, and she wasn't sure if she was up to that.

"If we can be kept a distance from the captain and our crimes looked into a place on even ground, then maybe I can fly Arx and myself down there," this was really the best compromise she was up to.

 

[Poprockz]

The changeling appreciated that Sprite wasn’t the sort to smother her with concern over this sort of thing. What she didn’t appreciate was Sprite deciding herself what they might be willing to do as a compromise. Still… she supposed Sprite had more decision-making power while Arx dangled helplessly from her waist. It occurred to her that Sprite might be trying to negotiate because her wings might not be able to take them away fast or far enough from all this intrigue.

“If we have to…” Arx grumbled in reluctant agreement.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The wizard frowned, but nodded. “I can have you transferred to the garrison. Captain DeGauriel has no authority there. You’ll have to surrender your weapons, but you’ll keep your armor.” She flies closer, inches from Sprite’s face. “But if I find out there’s anything about The Lady you lie about, even by omission, I will start turning pieces of you to stone, one by one, until there’s nothing left. Very small pieces…”

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite handed her axe over to the wizard.

"I don't want anyone to else to hold onto it. I will be getting it back," she stated.

She looked down at Arx knowing in her case it was just a gesture, she would still have her psychic blades on her at all times. Still Sprite needed to apologize a bit for taking the initiative here. She just wanted to come off as strong and it was becoming harder and harder to do so. That wasn't a proper excuse though. But her saying sorry would have to wait. She started to float them down very slowly, keeping the wizard in front of them. Yes, a part of her was using the woman as a living shield if more arrows were tossed there way, but she didn't need to know that.

 

[Poprockz]

When it was her turn Arx pulled out her daggers, her whip, and her 10 throwing knives. She held them all in her arms and looked down at them like they were her children, her shiny, deadly children. It pained her to part with them, attached as she was. The sentimental value of them was great, and the risk that she wouldn't get them back made her stomach twinge and her face contort into a sad grimace. But inevitably, she handed them over to the mage, her grip lingering on them for a few more moments than was necessary.

Once they were relinquished, she ringed her hands nervously, already feeling more vulnerable and exposed without them. "Yeah... keep them safe. Or I swear on whatever god that is listening that I'll haunt you when I die." She paused. "I mean after I die."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The wizard gamely cradled all those weapons in her arms as the four of them safely floated down next to the carriage. It would be easy to tell on her face that part of her wanted to ask about the vedger, but she didn’t. When they finally landed. The wizard placed the weapons on the floor of the carriage, while a second cart with an iron cage built onto it rolled up from a bit down the hill.

The captain’s expression was unreadable behind his mask, but his voice certainly didn’t sound *happy* as he called out for the two of them to be bound. He didn’t say anything else as two men walked over with chains and cuffs and great, heavy locks and began to fasten the cuffs around wrists and ankles.

 

[Poprockz]

Arx allowed them to do so, appraising their chains and the locks fastened to them. They weren't cheap by any means, and in some ways that actually flattered her. High-up snobs didn't waste chains like these on nobodies- they used it for important or skillful prisoners. They wouldn't do much good, seeing as she could literally turn into a child with wrists like twigs, but it was the thought that counted.

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite allowed herself to be cuffed and bound and then led into the cage. This sure didn't scream trust to her, but they had given up their other options.

"Can we at least now be informed on what has happened to The Lady of Rionne?" Sprite asked after being locked up. She felt like she deserved answers at this point after everything.

She sank her back against the bars, pondering the idea of mooning the captain, but despite the sexual thrill that would give her she knew it wouldn't help. She huffed, ready for the long and depressing trip.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The cages were iron and well-made, as were the cuffs. Two guards started to lead Sprite and Arx toward the cages, but then the captain hopped off his horse.

"Hold." He reached out and grabbed Arx by the shoulder, quickly and covertly reaching down her cleavage to extract the Spectral Phallus and somehow secret it against his body. "I need to search these prisoners. Make sure they haven't absconded with any sacred artifacts."

The wizard raises an eyebrow. "I'll handle that, Captain DeGaulier. I'm removing them from your jurisdiction, anyway."

"I really think you should let me and my men handle this, Amie."

Her face took on a dark cast. "That's Baroness Buonnice to you, Captain."

He grumbles, but pushes Arx toward her. "Fine, but I'd recommend cavity searches. You can't underestimate criminals like these two." The captain swiftly walks over to his horse, tightening some straps.

Her face scrunches up at the suggestion. "If you and your men need some holes to search, just play with each others' assholes while I take care of the prisoners you couldn't catch without me."

Most of the men frown, but one of them laughs out loud before being glared into silence by his comrades.

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite took some comfort in the fact that Amie was clearly working with them, but now they would have to see about getting the Phallus back. They had gone through to much trouble to let it be taken. She added getting it back to her long checklist of things to do.

She looked over to Amie and stated, "I would much prefer to be searched in private. You wont find anything but a striking body, but at least it will put your mind at ease."

She lifted her hands in a showing that she could be pulled forward without any fighting back.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Amie almost laughs, but holds it in with a scowl.

"That won't be necessary," she barks. "You don't need to take anything off." She frowns, but it seems like it's pretty close to a smile. "The two of you are barely wearing anything, anyway." She's not judgemental about, more amused than anything, but it doesn't erase her worry or her preoccupation.

The wizard quickly and professionally searches Sprite and Arx's bodies. Her fingers glide under the edges of their clothing, pressing against the flesh of their tits and brushing against their nipples, delving between the cheeks of their asses and gently exploring the opening of their slits. She's thorough, but as respectful as she can be. Still, it's extremely invasive. As she finished with each of them, she adjusts their armor to fit and hands them off to one of the guards, who leads them to the cage.

The cleric walks up to her side, silky dark brown hair braided and over one shoulder, just as she reaches the vedger, who had been sat down on the ground during his friends' searches. She runs her hand over his fur, and then tugs down a thins silver belt from his waist, pulling it off the nude wood elf's long, hairless legs. He sat back down on the ground in the same position he'd taken while in vedger form, and chuckled to himself, but otherwise had no reaction to his sudden transformation.

"The fuck?" Amie asked, turning to look at the Captain. "I thought their companion was a half-orc?"

Captain DeGaulier shrugged, bemused.

The cleric laughed.

"The fuck ever," Amie grumbled. "I don't have time for this." She reached down and tugged on Wylo's hands. "Come on, up with you. Let's get this over with."

She gives him the same treatment Sprite and Arx had gotten, all the easier with his lack of clothing. When her fingers tease at his asshole, he laughs, without making eye contact. "Ooh, that's interesting," he says in a dry, croaky voice. He's tall, over six feet, with deep chestnut brown skin and pointed ears. His bright blonde hair is short, and hangs down just past his ears, covering one of his vibrant teal-colored eyes. His body is lean and fit in that stringy, wiry way of people who travel on foot, but don't get a lot of additional exertion in. He giggles when Amie lifts his balls.

She looks at one of the other guards, baffled by the elf's presence. "Put him with the others, I guess?"

Then, all three are in the cage, and Amie is in the carriage with the cleric and two drivers. The rest of the men begin their march back, but the captain and the carriage elect not to wait for them, spurring their horses down the mountain.

 

[Poprockz]

Arx glared at the captain as she plucked the cock from her bosom. That was her booty, and he was grabbing it without a second thought. He would get his someday, hopefully sooner rather than later.

She also stood patiently as she was searched, content to enjoy the light traces of the woman's fingertips. When her pussy was felt she almost made a joke about having something a bit further inside, but she decided against it. It seemed as though the mage only had a set amount of mirth she could expend before the grumpiness would take hold again. Best not to try her patience.

Being that her search was done, she stepped aside and turned back just in time to see the vedger transform into a wood elf. 'The fuck' indeed. She continued to stare at him all through being put in the cage and him being deposited afterward. Changelings couldn't transform into anything other than humanoid creatures, so he wasn't one of her kind. This meant that either that belt had cursed him, or he himself was a druid and could do some sort of beast-shift. Whatever the case, she felt a bit bewildered at this sudden change.

"Who. The fuck. Are you?" She asked him, pointing her foot in his direction in an accusatory way.

 

[justspitballing]

Spite kept her distance as best she could from the Vedger, who had now turned into an elf. Of course they were stuck together, so she couldn't pull back that far. His being a none animal suggested he had some self awareness, which meant that he may have known what he was doing when he had sexually violated her so greatly. She thought out how he had ravaged her body without her say so, getting a bit wet in the process as he had made her cum so greatly, but of course she had no interest in befriending anyone that saw her as a hunk of meat and didn't think twice about treating her like that. As far as she felt this man was a danger, and on top of that it was someone who had made her seem weak.

"Yes, who are you?" Sprite asked with Arx, not doing a good job at all of hiding her anger.

She shook her hips slightly, the blades of her skirt sounding their dangerous charm. It seemed both sexual but threatening at the same time.

"Talk quick and wise, the guards wont be able to get here fast enough to help you."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The elf didn't make eye contact, crawling around on the floor of the cage, even though it was more than tall enough to stand. He briefly glances at Arx. "Huh. Odd." he mumbles, more to himself than to them. Then, he watches Sprite's dance with a naive, beatific smile. "Pretty dance," he says just low enough to hear, still not meeting either of their eyes.

Meanwhile, the soldiers have found Arx's pack, and they load it up on the carriage, out of reach of the cage, just before the horses start down the mountain. It's in the front seat, next to the wizard, blocked from view. However, the prisoners can see her look through it for a moment before muttering "by the gods, the Delathi were horny fuckers, weren't they?"

The cleric giggles, and the carriage rides on.

 

[Poprockz]

Arx leaned toward Sprite and said, “you know what? I don’t think he knows. I think he thinks he’s still a vedger.” She paused before adding, “let me try something…”

Sitting up slightly, she readjusted herself onto her knees and stood up, waiting until he was a bit closer before preparing to lunge at him. However, the carriage hit a nasty bump which sent her up wards, bumping her head on the ceiling with a thump before toppling forward to trip over the… elf? At the very least, she had succeeded in knocking him over and she took the opportunity to scuttle over to him and sit on his chest. Her eyes looked straight into his and she spoke in lilted, beautiful words.

“One who walks through the forest at night, following the scents and foraging for food, what is your name? What is the name that was given to you upon your birth?” It was elvish, the language he likely grew up with. At the very least, it might jog his memory a bit.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The elf seems comfortable with Arx sitting on his chest, though he grunts and snorts a bit in response, then his eyes wander off into the distance. He finally answers, but again it doesn’t seem like he intends for Arx to hear his words. They’re just for him. “I’ve always been a vedger, ever since I put on that belt. Had a name before that, though…Wylonithain… Pride of the Silvergleams.” A bitter laugh escapes his throat. “Suppose I still am, fat lot of good it did them…or me…” Then he shrugs and starts lazily trying to turn over onto his stomach. “Doesn’t matter now, anyway. Roots and grubs for me; wish they’d give me some…”

 

[justspitballing]

As both Arx and the elf/vedger were speaking elvish, Sprite couldn't understand a word of it. The pause that he gave around his name though at least made it clear what his name was. Sprite also wasn't so sure about Arx theory that he didn't know who he was. If it was true that meant he would be of no help to them. Once again, no possible escape for them was available.

Sprite huffed and walked over to Arx. "Can I have a translation?" she said simply.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The elf looked over at Sprite in surprise, then barked out a hoarse laugh. "Bah! I'd love to help, but vedgers don't speak Common, I'm afraid."

 

[Poprockz]

Arx glanced at Sprite's approach, "he says his name is Wylonithanai, pride of the Silvergleams. Though he made it sound like something bad happened to them. He said he's been a vedger since he put on the belt and that he's hungry for grubs." That last part probably wasn't necessary, but she figured she'd include it.

She could feel him squirming underneath her, but she didn't allow him to get away to his likely pastime of snuffling around the cage. Arx lifted her leg over his head and to the other side of his torso so that she was truly straddling him now. Her legs clamped his arms against the sides of his chest and forbade any movement other than useless squirming. Once again, she spoke to him in elvish, hoping it would make him more responsive.

"Wylothinai, if you are a vedger, where are your vines?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Wylo cocks his head and stops squirming. He stares at Arx in confusion. “How does she know my name?” He wiggles oddly for a second, and then stops. “My vines?” He gasps, eyes wide. “I’ve been turned into an elf!”

 

[Poprockz]

“Ha! There we go!” Arx exclaimed, back to common. She felt supremely smug with the fact that she was able to harass him into realizing his transformation. Now, all that was left was to wait… wait for wherever the fuck they were being taken.

The changeling got up and sat against some of the bars, closing her eyes for a nice, long rest.