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

[Nouh_Bdee]

The Lady thought for a moment as Amie rubbed her freed wrist affectionately. “It’s..it won’t be on his person. It must be nearby, but I would’ve seen it if he left it in the this room. Check the rest of the basement.” Her eyes flick between Arx and Amie. “Please!”

 

[Poprockz]

Arc considered just saying no. This wasn’t part of the plan, and they didn’t need the magic cock. Still… it was possible that the Lady would reward them handsomely for this whole rescue attempt, and perhaps even add a bonus for the Spectral Phallus,

“Hm. Fine.” Her tone was slightly reluctant, as though her mother was asking her to run an errand. “But Amie should get the rest of the locks off of you and be prepared to split if necessary.”

Stalking out of the room, she went to the room on the left and found it to be unlocked. What was inside… well… it was a deviant’s wet dream. She figured the captain frequently used the sex dungeon for anyone he brought to his house to bed, and probably wanted the lady to get kinky with him as well. It was truly befitting of an eromancer. Though, it didn’t seem like there was any place to stash the phallus.

Turning, she walked out, intending to seek out the room on the right next.

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite looks down at the body before her. DeGaulier is on the floor, cut in half. His upper section is a good step ahead of the lower. Her rage was so great she had blanked for a moment, but her reflexes did not fail her. The captain, the man that had hired and then betrayed them, was dead. She knew the next step would be to check his body for the phallus, but they were still in combat and the guards had not seemed to back down.

"I serve the Lady of Rionne. She was being married without her want or consent. This man was a thief that was about to wrong your ruler. I brought her needed justice, you can ask her after we save her," Sprite said with a somber voice but not expecting for a moment for the guards to hold back.

The captain had hardly touched her so she could keep on fighting if she needed to. She had the dedication and the means.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The crowd is beginning to clear out, but with so many people it takes time. Some of them clatter up the stairs, and in the confusion another of the guards is trampled against the steps. The room is clearing enough that no one else is injured, however.

Meanwhile, the two guards that had been watching the entrance finally reach the captain, seconds too late to save him from Sprite’s ax. They thrust with their spears, but in the confusion the spear tips bounce harmlessly off her battle-dress.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Downstairs, Amie Knocks another of The Lady’s manacles off, and pulls her up into a desperate kiss.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Wylo, seeing their attacks on Sprite, runs around the walls and reaches down to touch the harpy on her shoulder. She feels her skin harden like rough treebark.

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite could feel her skin become like tree bark. Luckily it did not slow her down, and Wylo meant well at least. The guards however hadn't pulled back at all, they clearly still meant harm. As such Sprite swung her axe around herself, fallowed quickly by her skirt. Both men were cut badly by the blades, one specifically screaming out as his right hand was lopped off and then his side was bit into by Sprites skirt. He fell down dead, the shock killing him.

This was supposed to be more of a warning then a strike to kill. These people were just doing their jobs after all. As such Sprite flew away, moving over the few people still trying to flee the area. She kept herself just over them and went a good distance away from the remaining guards that were fighting her. Hopefully they would be smart enough not to fallow. After that Sprite breathed deeply trying to calm herself. The main target was dead, her bloodlust was only getting in the way now. Her heart was still racing, banging in her ears. It was a hard struggle to be sure.

As she calmed her breath she saw that she was bleeding. Her right leg had two small cuts on it near her foot. There had been two extra nobles beside her that she hadn't even seen in her rage that had swung against her and landed their blows as she flew away. She didn't even realize it. She pressed her hand to the wound and kept herself in the sky.

 

[ICM8781]

After seeing his target already taken care of, Strange turned around to see 3 noble aristocrats in front of him with weapons aimed and at the ready. The 2 bootlickers that were sucking up to Capitan DeGaulier before the chaos started, and the woman that threatened him after he fell from the stairwell.

This is what I was made for, Chasen thought as he wrapped his bow and reached across himself to grab both his dagger and his club.

He swung both out directly into the worse off of the two men. The dagger and the club hit him directly in the face. On the return his dagger swung and missed on the other man. He was then able to thrust forward stabbing his dagger into the man's shoulder. He twirled his body around pointed his club at the woman and boasted his proven skill.

"You sure you can handle this?" He said before retrieving his dagger and assuming a defensive stance.

Seeing Sprite fly up beside him he couldn't help but remind everyone of the plan. "Keep up the attack until we see the purple rain."

The order cryptic enough that the remaining opposition won't understand until it's too late.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The woman takes a step back, but keeps her épeé pointing towards Chasen. She cocks her head, considering the man before her. “You’re a curious sort of assassin, aren’t you? Are you truly trying to dissuade me or is this some sort of ruse to buy yourself some time.”

Sir Heatheringbone bent over, clutching his side. “Don’t bother talking with the villain, Petiflor! Run him through and be done with it!”

Maritia stepped up and placed a hand on the man, golden light coursing through him to begin healing his wounds. “All of you, stand down! Please! I’m going to be tapped out reviving the fallen as is.” She gave Heatheringbone a pointed look. “I don’t want to run out of magic for any of you, as well.” Then, with a word, she began healing the remaining guard and started looking around the room. “I’m already going to need help…”

Sir Heatheringbone relaxed, but didn’t drop his weapon. “With all due respect, Lady Maritia, I saw you join in the assault against the good captain here. Why, if you intended to revive him yourself?”

She sighed, a world-weary sigh. The sigh of someone who had met the man. “I don’t. Not him. Or at least, he’ll be last, and in irons if I do. Candré is the villain, Sir Heatheringbone.”

 

[Poprockz]

In the right door, there wasn’t anything abnormal. In fact, it was so normal that Arx couldn’t help but feel it should belong to someone else. The fact that the man had a sex dungeon and a tidy office across the hall from each other seemed… well, weird. In any case, she was here for the Phallus, not to comment on his tastes for home arrangement.

Ah! The phallus was right there on the desk, the man’s stolen cock brazenly jutting upward as though begging to be grabbed by a firm hand. Who was she not to oblige it?

She walked in and grabbed the phallus, tucking it between her boobs once more before a box caught her eye. It looked like a dagger had been there, and a note was remaining. Like the nosy person she was, she read it and shrugged. It was probably nothing, and she wasn’t sure what it meant, nor who this “Eagle” was. No matter, it was time to get the fuck out of there.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The crowd kept running, backing up the exits onto the street, but far enough away now that the risk of trampling was nil, at least to the ones who had stayed behind.

“We can’t just let them go. Even you, Lady Maritia. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to be brought in for questioning, at least!” the last guard said.

“They’ll feed us there, right?” asked Wylo.

Sir Heatheringbone gave the horizontal elf a strange look and ignored him. “Agreed. Candré was a good man! We have to stop these fiends!”

Lady Petiflor rolled her eyes. “And how do you propose we do that? They handled you and Thivolle quite capably.”

“That’s—well, I—you can’t—“ he sputtered.

“You’re outmatched,” Maritia advised both the guard and the indignant nobleman. “Please don’t make me spend any more spells.”

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite's axe falls to the ground below her, it's clatter being heard by all around.

"Well, you have stopped me," Sprite states.

These nobles and guards were just doing as told and had no idea of the full context. They shouldn't die for what they didn't know, especially since Arx could be returning at any moment with the Lady in toe to set them all straight. To keep on fighting now would just be violence for the sake of it, and though Sprite always loved a chance to show her strength off, attacking the innocent wasn't a way to do it.

"The Lady of Rionne would have asked for DeGaulier to be slain. He was holding her prisoner. Why do you think she was not here, clearly someone who wants to marry will celebrate their own wedding. She was being forced to do this. We, I, could not let that stand. I did what I needed to do, but I will not do anymore. I am disarmed, this fight is over," Sprite states.

She did not lower herself to the ground, she didn't want to be manhandled by these guards, but she wasn't going to be picking back up her axe any time soon.

 

[ICM8781]

Chasen was just about to drop his guard while Maritia was giving a quite formitable and reasoned speech, that was until the guard threatened his freedom. His grip around his weapons tightened and he tensly started to step back towards the exit. He decided to address Lady Petiflor since she seemed to be the only one truly listening.

"Petiflor, If you hired mercenaries yourself instead of handlers to do it for you, I'm sure you wouldn't find me so curious. My payment was my freedom, so I'm not going back in chains and bars again. You try it and I'm going to have to give Maritia even more of a job to do. I suggest you heed her warning. Only one of my objectives have been completed."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Lady Petiflor relaxed her grip on her blade, pointing it toward the floor. "And what's the other objective?"

Sir Heatheringbone dropped his sword and threw up his hands. "Does it matter what further villainy they intend?" He looked Chasen in the eye. "I don't see the need to get myself killed stopping you, but you realize you'll never make it out of the city. There must be a hundred guardsmen on the way here to avenge their captain.

As if on cue, a half dozen more guardsmen walked in the front door, standing right behind Chasen. Their spears were out and ready. Maritia immediately stomps over to them and point her finger in one of the men's faces. "You! Run to the temple of the Lightfather and bring as many clerics as you can find. We need healing magic here; more than I can provide. The rest of you: we're not fighting any more. We're going to keep everyone here until The Lady arrives and we can sort all this out."

Sir Heatheringbone scoffs. "You think she's going to do anything but have these three executed and you in irons, Sister? She's upstairs preparing for her wedding, and the groom's been murdered!"

 

[Poprockz]

Closing her eyes, Arx flicked her wrist and imagined her purple rain coming down in the banquet hall. It was a minor illusion, so no one was fooled that there was actually purple rain there, especially since all the droplets were in the shape of tiny dicks. While Arx hadn’t intended this, it seemed her Eldritch magic sometimes had a mind of its own. With the signal given, she made her way back to the room to find the Lady still with a restraint on her foot, but zero restraint in the way she was now making out with Amie.

They were pawing at each other, groping and making small noises of longing. How they were hot and horny in this situation, she didn’t know, but the time for having passionate lesbian sex was later. It was a sight she would definitely touch herself to later though.

“Amie, put your… huh, larger-than-I-thought tit away, we have shit to do. Grab the lady something to wear. I gave the signal, so we need to scoot on out of here.” She gave a pointed look to the lady as she undid the woman’s remaining manacle. “While I’d love to watch, you’ll have to finger each other later.”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

"No," the Lady said in that clear, assertive way that only royalty could that sounded polite while being absolutely fucking clear that her word was law on this issue. She looked Arx in the eye. "My dear, I have been abducted, imprisoned, separated from the ones I love, threatened with violence, and forced to contemplate a future where that absolute taint of a man was my husband and my king."

She reached out for the Phallus and took it from between Arx's tits. "The law of this land, the enchantment on the crown, and my father himself: none of them saw fit to give me my birthright. So, I'm going to fucking take it." She touched the Phallus between her legs. "And I'm not waiting another gods-damned second."

She reached up and cupped Amie's cheek. "I've missed you dearly, but I need to do this on my own." She nodded toward the foot of the bed and scooted back, rubbing the Phallus on her crotch. Arx would be able to see it pass through the seamless metal of her chastity belt. She moaned, deep in her throat. "Those cocks kept this joy bottled away from me. I'd have their heads if they lived."

She looked between Arx and Amie. "I'm not entirely sure how the enchantment will respond to this, so I won't risk letting either of you touch me, but I'd appreciate a show if you're willing."

Amie blushes, but quickly looks Arx up and down. "With--I haven't been with anyone but you and Maritia in...years."

The Lady smiles. “You know damn well Maritia won’t mind…as long as we give her the details later.” She gives Amie a wink. “And I’m the one asking. It’s up to you, my love.”

Amie looks at Arx questioningly.











“What devilry is this!?” Sir Heatheringbone cried out, and stuck out a finger at Sprite, then Wylo, then Chasen. “Are you casting a spell on me!?” He held out a hand all the same to try to catch some of the purple raindicks.

 

[ICM8781]

Completely ignoring Sir Heatheringbone, Chasen is quick to answer his question to Lady Petiflor looking her in the eye. "That is the confirmation that our second objective has been completed. The ritual will be done without your beloved Capitan." He then mumbles quietly aiming his voice at Maritia, "Hopfully with Amie."

Knowing this is going to be a meaningful and long lull he lowers his weapons, but still does not sheath his blade or holster his club. Knowing Maritia would be the one that would keep him safe Chasen follows her around as she starts tending to more of the wounded.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Maritia quickly starts reviving the fallen guards and the innocents trampled by the mob, as the room clears of the last stragglers who do not wish to be thoroughly involved in the night's events.





The Lady closes her eyes, breathing in through her nose as she rubs the Phallus against her clit, hidden from view.

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite lowers herself to the ground and lands softly, the purple cocks letting her know everything would be alright. To be honest, this was not her idea of a fun time. If one was to look up at these falling dicks for the show, their face would be splattered with them. Yes, you wouldn't feel anything, it wasn't really raining, but it still caused a dick to fly right in your eye. She reflexively put her wings over her head to protect herself and quickly picked back up her axe, thankful nobody actually did take it. Seeing as she couldn't possibly help the wounded she moved towards the hallway that she had thought Arx had went down. Best to make sure she really was alright.

 

[Poprockz]

Holy shit- the Lady of Rionne was HOT. The way she spoke, the domineering and firm way in which she commanded… it put a shiver in her britches that she didn’t feel as often. For a moment she envied Amie and Maritia, as she imagined that the Princess was just as demanding in bed. As much as Arx liked to bend people over and fuck them, she inexplicably desired to be the sub sometimes. It was odd- she didn’t like not being in control, so why would sex be any different? Ah well, it was a thought for another day.

“As the champion of the Goddess Yenda, who am I to deny a woman the right to passion?” Ha, it was fun pretending to be of higher status than she was. Though she was just the Gods’ lackey, it didn’t hurt to embellish things a bit.

Arx playfully pulled one of the strings on Amie’s armor, allowing her other breast a bit of room to breathe. At the same time, she licked her lips as her other hand slithered down the woman’s side and toward her ass.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

A husky breath left Amie’s lips. “Fuck it,” she grunted, and got up to lock the door. Her armor was soon tossed to the side, revealing a body that had seductive curves on a fighting fit frame. Arx got several seconds to gaze upon her beauty before she would find herself tackled to the foot of the bed. “I wanna ride those horns,” she said, then twisted to lean over Arx’s prone body. “But first, get these off!”

The Lady couldn’t tear her eyes away, at least until she pushed the Spectral Phallus, the first thing to enter her virgin cunt in her entire life, since that blasted chastity belt had been welded to her as an infant, enchanted to be self-cleaning and healing, changing size as she grew, denying her pleasure as well as any kind of genital experimentation.

Thankfully, The Lady had researched the topic extensively, and Amie and Maritia had been very willing study partners. Nothing could’ve prepared her for what it actually felt like, though. She didn’t even notice whether or not her hymen tore, and wouldn’t have given one flying royal fuck if she had. The fullness and bliss enraged her, thinking of their long absence from her life.

Then she started thrusting, and nearly came them and there. The show was too good, and The Lady Ailette subconsciously slowed her movements, wanting to watch some more.






One of the guards notices Sprite walking toward the hallway. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, and starts walking toward her, spear in hand.

 

[Poprockz]

Arx did indeed marvel at the blonde woman’s body. Her skin was so soft, and her luscious hair was… a bit singed, but still very beautiful as it caressed her nude glory. She hadn’t expected herself to be leapt upon, the thief completely unprepared for being knocked backwards onto the bed. Her tits jiggled slightly as she hit the mattress, her eyes wide with surprise and her arms and legs sprawled to try to catch herself. Were they all doms? How did that work? Maybe Maritia was the sub in their little trio.

Taken aback, it took a second for her to back up to speed. Scrambling and wiggling underneath Aime, she was able to tug off her skirt and top, undoing her belt and letting it slip off the side of the bed. Her now naked body lay there, her grey-white skin adorned with golden tattoos that ran over her shoulders and arms, hips and thighs.

“Oh… Feeling horny now?” She grinned, unable to let the pun slide past her.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

“Fuck yes, I am,” Amie admitted, ignoring the pun, and started kissing Arx’s chest, dancing around the edge of her tits. “However long your friends up there can give us, I’m taking it.” She leans up to breathe into Arx’s ear. “If she cums, we’re saved.” She pauses to squeeze Arx’s earlobe between her teeth. “So let’s make it a good show, yeah?”

 

[Poprockz]

Her nipples ached for the mouth that avoided them, a sharp exhale of breath having been drawn by the first press of her lips.

The words spoken out loud pleased her, the whispered ones less so. To her, it made it sound like the wizard was just biding her time until her Lady came, not particularly wanting Arx as a partner and assuming that Arx felt the same. What she wanted was to turn on her lover, and Arx was just a means to an end rather than someone she actually desired. It didn’t quite sit right with her, but hey. A lot of nobles were like that, so she was pretty used to it.

“As you wish,” was all she said with a small smile, still friendly but lacking a bit of the twinkle that was in her eye previously. Twisting her head, she licked the soft skin of her neck and sucked on the place she ended up. With a slight pinch, she left a little pink love-bite. “A good show indeed.” Her hands started to kneed the plush ass that was raised slightly in the air above her. “Tieflings have long tongues you know… I bet I could get real deep.”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Amie fails to notice Arx’s diminished enthusiasm, and promptly turns around above her, to look the Lady in the eye. “Did you hear that, Ailette? She’s going to get sooooo deep…” Then, she bent down and played with Arx’s tiefling cuntlips, pulling them apart like butterfly wings to show the Lady her hole. “Gods she’s gorgeous, isn’t she? Doesn’t this lovely pussy make you wish you had a cock?” She takes a long, slow lick, and then again, and again…





The guard approaches Sprite at the entrance to the hallway, frightened but resolute. “L-leave your weapon here, please. If you’re going down there, then I’ll have to es-escort you.”