Kapitel 165: Fit To Lead
In the outskirts of Havardin lies a shady cantina. Far different than the exuberant atmosphere that those in Havardin had.
Its woodwork, shoddy and the orc bartender had the gruffness to match his decripit establishment. Its patrons, did no favors in improving the place. Flintlock pistols around their waists, worn-out vests and the dangerous air they exuded. It was clear at a glance whay they are. Outlaws.
"How about that. Four of a kind." A dastardly grin on Morrgen's face, he laid his cards on the table. "Looks like lady luck is smiling upon yours truly."
The others groaned in dismay at his third win, having him scoop to his side of the table the fat stacks of gold coins.
"Morrgen, won't you roll up your sleeves for me?" Miryam's tone implied that it was less of a request and more of an order. The head of an outlaw demanding he should be playing fair made Morrgen's smile widen.
"Now there's no need for idnignant inspections like that, today's simply my lucky day!"
"Roll. Up. Your. Sleeves." Miryam's slit eyes glinted with ill intent. Obey or suffer the Naga's wrath.
"Never said I wasn't going to raise 'em, here have a look."
Rolling up his sleeves, Miryam's keen eyes inspected them and found...nothing. She couldn't believe Morrgen won thrice in a row without cheating! Such devilish luck, either that or he found a new way to cheat. Miryam's gold was on the latter.
"I need a drink." Miryam said.
Suddenly, the door busted open. All eyes were on this desert elf that shrugged the piercing glances of the outlaws that surrounded her as she made her way to the bartender.
Her glance tuned in to the newcomer, Miryam turned them towards Morrgen.
"Want to test that luck of yours? Here's the perfect chance."
"I was gon' do it without you telling me. If you fellas would excuse me." Morrgen stood. Since they are both desert elves, it's easy to strike up a conversation and possibly connect with this lone woman. Add Morrgen's brimming confidence, he should be able to walk back into their camp with this fellow desert elf in tow.
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"The answer is no. Leave me the fuck alone." The ashen haired desert elf swirled the glass of whiskey, her disinterest telling Morrgen to fuck off.
"Why you gotta be rude like that? I was simply asking if you want to join me and my friends in a simple game of cards."
The ashen-haired elf laid her whiskey on the table, prompting Morrgen to regain his smile as she now turned around to face him.
"I knew you'd come around! I'll be sure to show you a good..."
Unable to finish his sentence, Morrgen lurched forward as a fist came embedding itself in his stomach out of the blue. But the gut wrenching punch was not enough, Rellana wanted to drink alone, why'd this elf have to ruin a simple thing for her? For good measure, Rellana grabbed his dirty blonde hair and slammed his head into the counter.
A flintlock pistol cocked from behind Rellana.
"Looks like you ain't so lucky after all." After chuckling at the pathetic state of her gang member lying out cold on the floor, Miryam's gaze shifted to Rellana. "And your luck is even worse for doing what you did. He might be a bastard, but he's OUR bastard."
The Ashen haired elf turned around, her eyes displayed this fearlessness before the pistol's barrel.
"If you're gonna shoot, then shoot." Rellana goaded. Her posture, unnerved while her glare tempted death.
"How about you apologize to? We might just let you live."
The undaunted Rellana smirked, "How about you eat shit, Naga?"
Fearless, skilled enough to knock out an outlaw, and her skill with a firearm is assured with her being a sand elf. Perfect.
Miryam holstered her gun.
"You, I like you. Join my gang, I'll make it worth your while."
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Back in Miryam's tent...
And it had been indeed worth her while for Rellana found a companion in their cut throat lifestyle.
"Raise your hands, no funny business, Miryam."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Fucking raise them, I'm not playing around!"
All four of the Naga's hands raised, her towel falling to the ground in lewd surrender. Utmost slender in her curves, Miryam's hour-glass figure that ended in the lower half of a viper momentarily distracted Rellana.
Curves that she had been body-to-body with for countless nights already.
"Don't think you can seduce your way out of this one, you damned snake! Not only do you let those adventurers go but you have the audacity to invite them into our camp! It makes me question if you're still fit to lead this gang, perhaps I should just kill you and take over!"
They were not you're run-off-the-mill adventurers, the Gorgon alone posed serious problem to Miryam. And by serious, both of their lives had been at stake during their face-off. And the necklaces they wore, they are from Elaria, they would had no business being out here in the desert. Miryam reckoned they will not see them again after passing Arhu. And yet Miryam knew that Rellana's not the one to listen for excuses.
"This reminds me of the first time we met, I had had my gun pointed to you just like this, didn't I?"
"And don't you dare tempt me to shoot you because I fucking will!" Rellana's hand trembled, betraying her words. The murderous violence within Rellana urged her to put a bullet in the Naga's skull, the memories of the cold desert nights they spent in each other's warm embrace rendered Rellana's finger frozen solid.
The agility of the snake race allowed Miryam to turn around in the blink of an eye, one of her many hands grabbing Rellana's wrist to raise them into the air.
Miryam's perky breasts pressing upon her, Rellana's heart hammered a she tried to break free from the hold upon her wrist. But it's too late, for the Naga's long tail empowered her stride, pushing Rellana as she walked backwards, falling into the matress with Miryam on top.
An extra set of hands kept Rellana pinned, gritting her teeth as she struggled to break free from the Naga's coils.
Miryam's gaze, that of a merciless viper ready to devour the prey within her hold, her timbre equally as petrifying, "Do you still think yourself fit to be leader of this gang?"
"Heh, of course! You've lost your touch, Miryam! With me in the helm, I can..."
The sound of a slap reverberated in the tent. A stinging pain ran across Rellana's cheek, causing her to smile.
"...put more strength in your slap and maybe I'll reconsider."
Rellana taunted, welcoming the hurt, wanting to be kept in line by this Naga. She came into Miryam's tent urging to do Violence, it was only fair if she was the one who received it.
Miryam's extra hand slapped the other cheek, her stenghth might have been tempered, but it was still strong enough to sway Rellana's head.
And another slap...
And another...
The more painful the slap, the wider Rellana's smirk became. Miryam's lover was such a freak, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
After a foreplay soaked in pain, it was time to dive right in to pleasure.
Tossing her gun away, and with it Rellana's intention for murder, Rellana hurriedly took off her clothes.
Soon, Miryam got to do admire Rellana's lithe but sexy figure. Her bronze complexion seemingy glistening from the swest borne from their struggle earlier.
Such a stunning Sand elf, all for Miryam to take.
"What are you waiting for, an invitation!? Fuck me and put me in my place!"
Per Rellana's crude invite, Miryam parted open the Sand elf's legs.
Since the half-snake part is shared among Gorgons and Nagas, Miryam too, possessed twin mighty cocks.
From Miryam's slit in the groin area, they emerged. Red, menacing, and littered with fleshy bumps.
The one of the Naga's dicks rammed deep into Rellana's slit, gasping at the thickness filling Rellana to the brim. The other rubbing Rellana's clit as Miryam's slender hips pressed upon Rellana in this Naga missionary.
Her lover speechless due to pleasure, Miryam smirked, "So daring yet so sensitive. What would happen if I do this?"
With the dexterity of a dancer, the Naga's hips effortlessly twirled in a circular motion, making Rellana moan as Miryam's fat bumpy cock stirred while embedded inside of Rellana. Her toes curling from the pleasure.
Miryam's thick meatstick continued to stir and stir like, treating Rellana's pussy like an obscene cauldron. The fleshy bumps rubbing on Rellana's walls were devilishly ticklish, adding to the layer of pleasure.
The haughty Miryam once again gazed into the whimpering Rellana's eyes.
"I will ask once more, do you think yourself fit to lead this gang?"
Rellana grit her teeth at her lover's unfairness, how dare Miryam ask her when she is lost to pleasure that only Miryam's twin, meaty cocks could provide!
"N-no. I'll let you keep being the leader...aaah!" Rellana moaned mid sentence, not only her pussy, but her focus was stirred by Miryam's dick. "Just don't make the same blunder again as today!"
"You'll let me!? We could do more to correct that attidude of yours but we'll have to continue later, my visitor could arrive at any moment."
Her circular motion halted, Miryam's cock buried itself as deep as it could go within Rellana's cunt, pumping out her warm and juicy naga batter while Rellana shivered in orgasm.
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