30th of April, 510th of NDE. Port City of Alhia, Central Eoran.
“Don’t worry Sis. I shall take care of it and him!” Kuchi said non-chantly, leaning against the colorful rounded arch frame of the entrance. Her cherry red and azure blue eyes meeting her twins’ sterner look who let out a sigh whilst rubbing her forehead under her smokey vender toned silken tresses falling over them. “Did you at least secure him?”
A single bead of sweat cascaded down Kuchi’s forehead, veiled by the dense, Hyacinthus bck waterfall of her shaven hair. “I will as soon as you and Jun-nee leave.” She said awkwardly. “The sedative should keep him asleep for a while, so I guess it is fine.” Machi said after another sigh. “But don’t forget it. We are no longer academy neonates.” She said as the two embraced each other in a warm, gentle hug. Their dragonid leather wear crinkled and moaned gently as the two tightened their grips then let go.
Kuchi watched as her sister -a bit older by a few seconds – and their superior, the Eye of the Bck Lotus, Junoth walked beyond the narrow gate and down to their magicraft car waiting on the winding road. “Now, where do I put the sealing tape and mana ties?” Then she turned around, scraping her shaved temple, looking for the bindings she left on the wide veranda of the hacienda of Zhuang Hong. A quite moderate one compared to the neighboring ones along the High District on the hill, overlooking the port city.
A mild combination of Central Eoran and Yudao architectural styles. It expressed the former with its courtyard centered design with a rge garden including imported flora from the peninsu; Yudao Aster which dimmish violet bloom gleamed softly in the moonlight; a few small trees with deciduous emerald foliage; a few members of the Asteraceae flowers used for various medicinal teas and many others. Windows, doors also bore the Central Eoran style of blunt arche contours; thick stucco walls painted in a dark shade of red instead of the brighter shades of sun; sloped roofs covered in moon bck terracotta tiles, each piece of the thousand engraved with moon runes for protection, warning against potential invaders. Hardwood floors rarely found in the homes of the rich in Eoran, more so in Yudao and even in Hoshigawa.
“Gotcha!” And of course, the expansive veranda circling around the two floored edifice where Kuchi found the duffel bag containing the bindings right beside her arcane tailored dragonid leather bolero jacket. One which hem was a bit longer as it melded with her yukata’s sash woven from a softer blend of Dragonid Leather, creating the illusion she wore a cheek high colred, one-piece jacket with pagoda style shoulders. She took one st look back and adjusted the bolero’s colrs forming two, spreading arches then buttoned down the aetherna satin dress shirt’s colr, matching her luxuriant, sinisterly dark violet hair.
“Much better.” She said as the gentle night wind brushed her neck, rustled the folded, sharp angurly contoured leaves of the lustrous dress shirt. Then she looked her watch and reached into her bolero’s inner pocket. “Time for a well-earned cigarette.” She murmured, wedging the cigarette’s radiant golden filter between her wide, thin lips covered in a jet-bck lipstick, and as she pyed around with it, she accidentally hit the septum dangling in her small nostrils.
After she finished huffing out the st of the cinnamon scented smoke, Kuchi flicked it away and watched as the sizzling bud bounced a few times on the emerald grass covering the sloping garden. With a childish smile on her face, she turned around, grabbed the duffel bag and entered the hacienda. Through the minimally decorated halls, she strode to the stairs then ascended to the second floor, walking between the doorways shut by eastern styled sliding doors melded into the stone arches, then stopped before the one on the far end. Her palm pressed against the small panel with a gssy surface and after it lit up in a warm golden glow, the door disappeared into the wall revealing the spacious room and its occupant ying on the floor, already rolled onto his sides.
A handsome man with muscur, athletic built; a tanned dawn golden complexion with veins searing with the intensity of the sun popping under his unblemished skin, slithering up and ending just below his angur jawline. Behind his closed lids, his eyes burnt with the same intensity and golden yellow shade, fitted into the almond frame. His hair reached his shoulders even as he id on the floor, lush as hers whilst tinted in a combination of deep chocote brown and amber gold.
Wear wise, his body was cd in an elegant, tailored bck suit-jacket of a silken and wool blend, arcane in nature as she felt particles of mana lingering in and around the dark garment with a smooth finish. On the top, broad pels framed his chest draped in a honey golden dress shirt with swiveling pattern, ending in buttoned out high, blunt colrs brushing against his muscur neck and seem to drink in the light pouring from his veins, using it as fuel to the refined etheric luster of the silken shirt. Though the two fought quite relentlessly, the pleasant cedar scented perfume still permeated him as she leaned down and inspected his visage bereft of the marks of her fist which delivered him to the nd of dreams.
He was quite within her tastes and it made her excited in regards of his near-future prospects. Kuchi then released his face and cracked his hands hidden beneath the fingerless leather gloves before she stepped over and pced the duffel bag on the lone long table, then pced a chair near the window. “Sorry…not sorry about this my dude.” She uttered as she heaved him by his armpits and pced the feyfolken assassin into the chair. She made some adjustments, like straightening back his upper body curving over his p to the point of almost falling over; fitting his hands behind the chair’s back and stacking his legs against each other until they more or less stayed that way.
“Now, should I go overboard?” Standing above the opened duffel bag, she pondered as her mismatched eyes gred at the several rolls of sealing tape, siphoning ropes and mana ties. “First impressions are the most important.” She said mimicking the serious tone of her sister, then grabbed only a roll of silver sealing tape as she walked back to the feyfolk man. First, she crouched down and began wrapping it around his ankles and after six or seven yers, she reached for her Tanto and severed the strip from the roll. “Still, better to be sure than sorry.” She added a second wrap around his p, further fastening him to the chair before moving to secure his wrists. For the finishing touch, she cut off a short strip and watched feeling quite excited as the sealing tape tightened onto his lips.
“Oh yeah, the serum.” She hurried back to the duffel bag and after a bit of search, pulled out a syringe while leaving her tanto beside the bag. Parted down the left blunt leaf, she squinted her eyes at the abrupt intensity of the light and missed a few times before she properly inserted the needle. “Sorry.” She whispered, her sweet peach scented warm breath stirring the captive, but not enough to fully awake him yet.
After finished with securing and preparing her captive for interrogation, she stood over him, hands csped onto her hips. “Now we wait. But before that, time to finish that damn tea.” She said remembering the tea she began to brew before the four assassins sneaked into Zhuang’s hacienda and met their various fates. Kuchi hurried out and with a slow rush made her way to the opposite end of the hacienda, where the pot waited on the ft, gridded heating apparatus fixed into the counter stretched across the north and western wall.
Whilst the already prepared tea of a mixed fruit fvor began to heat to a consumable temperature, Kuchi scrambled around, looking through the various drawers for some sweets after her abdomen gave out an arming sound, signaling the approaching hunger. After getting a tray and a few smaller ptes, she carefully id out the cookies she found in a lotus formation, and amidst this she tensed up for a bit. Her quasi-elven contoured ears twitched as they picked up a faint sound. “Probably woke up.” She muttered to herself, shrugging her shoulders as she finished the formation.
As the tea was not yet ready, she went out for a quick smoke and basked in the beauty of the quaint port city stretched out before her, surrounded by sandy hills whilst the verdant green streets bathed in the warm glow of the street lights. Then as the whistling of the tea reached her ears, she flicked the cigarette and rushed in. “Ouch.” In her hastiness, she touched the steaming hot surface of the pot, though thankfully she managed to not drop it down to the floor, nor the tray.
Though she grabbed the tray, Kuchi also used a bit of levitation and applied a smaller field where time stopped its flow, and everything was kept in pce by an unseen force as she hurried across the hacienda, back to the handsome captive. Her mind racing through the scenarios to interrogate and seduce the assassin, thinking back to the lessons of the academy and Junoth who stole her first kiss – a quite pleasant one as the memory reddened her cheeks just as she halted before the sliding door.
Before she pressed the button, Kuchi assumed a more rexed, austere attitude and stance. “Morning.” She said, forcing her voice to sound a bit deeper, more mysterious. At first gnce it seemed to be in vain as the feyfolken assassin sat in the same position as she left him in. His head hunched down, chin and jaw buried into his colrs, his dense mane falling over. But as she walked over to the table and pced down the tray, she felt his inquisitive gaze.
“I know you’re awake handsome.” Showing no fear, she sat in his taped p, and as their combined weight pressured the chair, it gave out a creaky moan. “Hrhrchrch!” As she forced his head up, he let out a deep groan that sent a warm twinge across her body.
“I prepared some food and tea.” She said, forcing his head to look at the tray besides the duffel bag. “Nrh r hrn rh hmmmh hhrhh.”
Kuchi raised her eyebrow as she had no clue what her captive mumbled under his gleaming silver gag. “I shall peel it off, so don’t bite or yell. Your comrades already passed to the realm of the divine.” Her nails dug a bit into his soft flesh and with one go, peeled off the short strip preventing the formation of proper words while also damming the flow of his mana. “Thanks. Sadly, I prefer saltier, bitter food and beverages.”
“Shame. Well, at least more for me.” Kuchi said, her arms instinctively wrapping around his firm neck, their sweet-scented warm breaths cshing against each other, eliciting a faint smile from both assassins. “So… am I in trouble ma’am?” He asked, his tongue drawn across his lips, slowly, deliberately.
“You tell me.” Kuchi whispered, her head slowly approaching him. “Who hired you?”
Though he wanted to stall for time, wanted to py around a bit, his mouth decided otherwise. “No one particur if I am being honest. I mean at first, we got a commission from a yudeo with balding hair, graying whiskers, but word got around and there were quite a few more bidders for the artifact. And they all wanted old man Zhuang dead. Or at least some of them simply offered it as a bonus.” He looked quite surprised whilst Kuchi smiled.
“I see. Well for me that shall be enough.” She said, leaning closer to his neck, sniffing it that stirred the dweller in his pants to stand upright. “One st thing. What is your name handsome?”
“Ogima, ma’am!” Their lips were a breath away from each other, his eyes seemed to focus away then onto the glistening jet-bck lips off hers before they lit up abruptly with the intensity of the sun. She screamed out loud and leapt off his p. With a swift movement, he cut wounded across tape on them whilst serpentine mass of shadows appeared around his cuffs. His palm held out, they converged and formed into an estic sphere which sore through the lit gloom and crashed against her abdomen where they dispersed into the nothingness they formed from.
Kuchi groaned and fell onto her back whilst Ogima remained on alert, waiting for any sound to come through the door, then when he was sure no one heard or came to the aid of the soratanese Raven Eye, he rushed to her. Quickly he tapped down her knee-high dragonid leather heels for any hidden weapon, then moved along the pants kissing her slender legs and at st stopped just under her pits. “Sorry about it, but I still have a job to do.”
He sprung back up and walked to the duffel bag and retrieved a few coils of white siphoning ropes and the roll of silver sealing tape which dangled on his cuffs. Ogima pushed Kuchi onto her sides and quickly knotted one of the shorter coils around her wrists, then her ankles. Then he looped his arm under her armpits and dragged her into the chair to which he secured her with the st, longest coil. With each loop tightening, a pleasant squeal of the dragonid leather, a hush of the aetherna satin broke the silence, and hardened the dweller of his pants.
“Maybe, ter we can grab a drink.” He whispered into her ears. Kuchi moaned as his lips brushed against her neck, his hands gently stroked her nether area before he went back to the duffel bag and began to search around. After a short while, Ogima found the st syringe of truth serum.
He parted away the left angur leave of the dark violet dress shirt and injected it, stirring the soratanese agent. “Where did Zhuang hid the Box of Kuelenyi?” As her mismatched eyes sprung open and met his gaze, her lips parted as she coughed up a little of her saccharine saliva. “In the Tomb of Emanuel Tejedor, the former governor.” She answered looking confused then noticing the empty syringe in his hand, realization dawned on her pretty face.
“Where the rest of you?” He asked in quick succession. “My sister and our leader at the tomb, the others taken Zhuang back to our Voidvessel.” He perked up and looked out the window pensively. “I see.” Then he peeled a wide strip off from the roll and quickly strewn it across her lips and cheeks from behind. “Thank you, I can deal with that much I think.” He said with a dazzling smirk, then his lips pressed against hers bulging forth the tape before he rushed out, leaving the wriggling and mewling Kuchi behind…
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The distant rutting mingled with the faint and soft squeals of dragonid leather as Machi walked back and forth, her mismatched eyes sweeping through the darkened surroundings. Graves stretched across the verdant foliage with the cut road forming a grid in the parcels betwixt the paved road leading to the grand mausoleum. The two Raven Eyes parked in its dark shadow, and as per her superior’s orders, Machi waited outside and made rounds occasionally in the hushed cemetery on the lone isnd in the center of the city.
Unlike her sister and fellow Raven Eyes, she wore the issued field uniform, the Ninjama Type-III coat paired with a yoro pant of a looser dragonid leather blend. The double breasted coat followed her slender, well-honed bodies’ contours, with a midnight bck aetherna satin lining; split cuffs at the ends of her sleeves where her moon crimson dress shirts sleeve slipped out; two diagonal slit waist pockets framing the slit hemline; a metallic silken rope belt tightening her waist, accentuating her form and an asymmetrical, concealed zipline extending and merging with the front point of the heightened pyramid shaped neck with two sharp points at the end. Betwixt the heightened neck, her dress shirt’s angur colr nestled, rustled by the occasional wind slipping in. Her lush hair was cut short compared to Kuchi, in an elegant pixie style and possessed a natural smokey vender shade with a dense bang exposing only a small angle of her smooth, widening forehead.
As she finished her fourth round, she leaned against their magicraft car’s trunk and zipped down her coat for a cigarette, her mind drifting away. She pondered and hoped Kuchi was doing fine and won’t screw up like during their trainings. Often, she would leave her tanto out during the interrogation practices, leaving it not far from the captives who then stole it and quickly freed themselves. “She most likely learned from it already. She must have.” She murmured whilst an opaque cloud of smoke slithered out from between her glistening, pink lips.
In the very same moment, she stepped on her cigarette, Machi noticed movement in the corner of her vision and quickly reached for her silenced wand pistol. A single bullet left its roundish barrel and passed above several graves before it disappeared, vanished from existence. Although for a moment she thought it was her mind pying tricks, forming silhouettes in the surrounding gloom, she made up her mind and decided to at least investigate it.
Slowly, she neared towards the road starting between two swanky bushes bearing dark fruits – Grave Berries used in various potions, elixirs used to counter poisoning – and as she passed between them, Ogima leapt out with a saggy cloth and cmped it over her mouth and slender nose with a dainty end while shushing the mewling Shinobiath. “Rn Mmmrnr'h Hchnrh!” The caustic, sweet odor beckoned her mind to desist her resistance, slowly her squirming in his firm hold ceased, her head lumped onto his steady, tensed shoulders and in her blurry vision, she thought – or not.
Ogima quickly dragged her back to the car, then lowered the unconscious Machi down to the pavement, her upper body leaned against the right tire. From her right pocket, he took the keystone and inserted it, popping open the trunk. “Dawnfather smiles once more upon me.” He said as his eyes immediately spotted the four rolls of silver sealing tape and chaotic mound of siphoning ropes. To save some time, he grabbed one of the rolls and began to wrap a few yers around her wrist, then taped her wrists and thighs together before moving onto her ankles and waist.
After she sealed her lips and cheeks with a wide strip, Ogima heaved her over his shoulders and dropped her inside the trunk, trying to make as little noise as possible. “Sweet dreams…ma’am.” Then shut the trunk on Machi who had a tendency to murmur in her sleep. With his wand pistol ready, he let out a deep sigh. “So far so good. Hope it stays that way.” Then walked towards the mausoleum’s long and wide gilded steps…
Author's Note
And another one. The st one for this month, and for the conclusion of Kinktober/Spooktober/Zakotober. A story partially based on Robert E. Howard's The Tomb's Secret, where certain forces are out to get their hands on something nefarious. Well mostly based on a segment of the story where the protagonist returns to house of his client, protected by detectives and assassins infiltrate and even take out on of theirs.
To be honest, originally I wanted a story for Junoth, one set in Hoshigawa and involving the underworld of the Archipego. But then I remembered that I wanted to use that segment for a story, and also wanted to expand a bit on Central Eoran, plus the second story unwillingly provided the pce.
Which partially led to the Hacienda being this strange mixture of eastern and south western style, and a way to justify the presence of Junoth and her squad of Raven Eyes. Though in the end, I minimized the characters to like three, with two being twins.
Speaking of them, I hope I managed to convey their personalities well here with their choice of clothing. I do pn to feature them in the future, so this in some way is an introductory story for the twins, maybe the assassin hence why I open ended the story.
Also including this and the first two stories, I pn to do more scenarios in the middle of rger, unseen but mentioned stories type of chapters. Like I definitely want to do a few shorts set in the rise up of the central eoranian city states, but at this point I haven't worked on the looks of the Eoranian forces, though they are on the line after the Grauburgian Steel Host who shall possibly be featured in one of the December stories.
November wise, at this point only a quarter is left of the three part story, and it shall be up on here and patreon in a week's advance. Maybe possibly on Subscribestar as patreon sucks when it comes to novels and such unless people are willing to download pdfs.
But anyhow, thank you for reading this folks and have a happy Halloween! Be safe out there, in these dark, spooky and kinky night.
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