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20: Scorching Lips

    20: Scorching Lips


    <span style="font-weight: 400">They bound my hands and feet, and from what I could tell, they carried me into Tieille City through a side gate or something. I wasn’t sure, all I knew was that the sounds and smells of the city eventually enveloped me for a few minutes before they were muted by our passage into a building. I was ced down onto cold stone and left there, my captors mentioning something about a meeting they had to rush off to.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I was left paralyzed and blindfolded on the floor, and my fear of the unknown and what they would do to me grew into a sort of anxious boredom. That was, until Millie messaged me.


    <b>Alchemi: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Tami!! ARE YOU OKAY? You didn’t respawn with me! Are you still alive? Did you make it away? What’s happening?


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Using the messaging system without hands was a nightmare. You had to think every letter individually to write. Lucky for me, I had time...


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">They captured me. Are you okay? I’m so sorry!


    <b>Alchemi: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Oh yeah. The dream was really nice this time.


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">The dream? What?


    <b>Alchemi: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">You know, the death dream.


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">I don’t sorry…


    <b>Alchemi: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Wow you should have definitely been told about that. The death dream is this weird ce you go to after you die and while you wait for your respawn timer. It’s designed by the Cora AI in charge of the mental health and wellbeing of the yers. Anyway, the dream helps you deal with the trauma and stuff. This is how Cora got through the mental health restrictions on Full Immersion games while still being a kinda brutal world.


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Oh… wow that’s really smart!


    <b>Alchemi: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Yeah. I’ve actually killed myself once or twice with poison just to hang out there. I got told off those times by some middle ageddy NPC, but it was still nice. I like it when the NPC pretends to be a caring parent the most.


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">That’s kinda… hmm.


    <b>Alchemi: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Yeah! Oh wait, so what’s going on? Where are you?


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">I think I’m in Tieille? I’m not sure though. They put a bag over my head, but I could hear the city as we got closer.


    <b>Alchemi: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">I''lle save you!


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">You''re ages away Millie. Try investigating the Red Pins in the Port Town instead.


    <b>Alchemi: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">o7 Yes ma''am!


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">You''re a cute dork


    <b>Alchemi: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Nerd, I''m a nerd.


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">ok then... Good luck. I can hear theming now, and I think my paralysis is wearing off. Later nerd!


    <b>Alchemi: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Good luck!!!


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I closed the message screen and tried my best to pretend I still couldn''t move under my own power. Feeling wasing back across most of my body now, and figured it was probably only a matter of time before I was back to full functionality again. If only I wasn''t tied up as well, I could fight them, either forcing them to kill me or forcing my way out.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">The footsteps I''d heard during my conversation with Millie stopped at what I assumed was the door to my cell or room, and I heard the jangling of keys as someone prepared to open the door. They slid the keys into the lock and turned, pushing the door open as they went. They didn’t speak, simply moving over and hoisting me up. One person on either side carried me under the shoulders while my legs trailed behind.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I was dragged through a corridor or two before they opened another door and dragged me inside. I was seated roughly on a wooden chair of some description, my hands still bound behind me. My legs were carelessly untied and then retied to the chair I was sitting on. Finally, <i><span style="font-weight: 400">finally, </i><span style="font-weight: 400">my hood was taken off, and I could see where I was.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">The room I was in was fairly boring, the walls were stone that had once had ayer of lime applied to them, although it was shattered and king now. I was sitting on a rickety old wooden chair, while four beefy looking Red Pin guards stared me down from across the room. It was kinda awkward if I’m honest. I wasn’t the biggest gal after all, so having four of them felt like overkill.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">We all stood or sat in that room for what felt like an hour or more, and I did my best to make witty small talk, although the grunts in front of me didn’t seem capable of more than, well… grunting. I didn’t mind, my sense of touch was almost fully back, and so was my ability to move. As time wore on, they began to get restless, ncing between one another and the door.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">To my incredible surprise, one of them spoke up, proving that they were intelligent enough for actual speech. “Isn’t the Magus supposed to be here by now?”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Yeah. He’ste, what do you think is keeping him?” another grunt murmured.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">While they worried about their boss not turning up on time, I noticed something rather interesting. They’d bound me with rope. Normal rope. <i><span style="font-weight: 400">mmable rope.</i>


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Hey boys,” I chirped happily, idly relishing the sound of my teasing feminine voice. “You haven’t spent much time around my type of Darkling have you?”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Nah, why would we associate with filth like you?” one of them growled.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Well, I was just thinking that you’ve kinda fucked up,” I grinned, my eyes twinkling with the promise of violence.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“How?” one of them asked, drawing his shortsword.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">All at once, I set my hands and feet on fire, the hottest fire I could possibly manage, draining a ton of Mana in the process. I wanted those ropes to be nothing but ash in seconds… and oh how it worked. I rose from the ckened and charred chair, my hands and feet now just quietly ame andughed.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“My subrace of Darkling is immune to fire, and you tied me down with mmable shit,” I said, raising my ming fists to show them, allowing thest remnants of their rope to fall to the ground.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I knew I should have probably conserved more of my stamina, who knew how much fighting I’d need to do to get out of here, but I wanted to hit something really <i><span style="font-weight: 400">really</i><span style="font-weight: 400"> hard right about then. I charged my speed boost, draining almost half my bar for a single activation, and aimed myself at the guy who was just a little bit slow drawing his sword. Millie could do a meat carpet, sure… but I could do blood <i><span style="font-weight: 400">mist.</i>


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Iunched, my fist primed for an explosive impact, and as soon as Iunched, it was over. I had just punched a dude clean in half, the force of the blow staggering both me and the poor guy’s friends. I didn’t quite get the mist I’d wanted, but there were pieces of the guy on pretty much every surface but me.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Hurray for the shaped charge that was my fist! Actually, there was some blood on my feet. Mostly from the blood pooling on the ground. The way it was squelching between my toes was <i><span style="font-weight: 400">less</i><span style="font-weight: 400"> than appealing. They were nice toes though. Cute! Maybe I should paint my nails that colour when I was out of the pod.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Alright, bad Tami, let’s not go full Millie here, stop glorying in the awful destruction you’d just caused and kill the rest of them. Without so much theatre this time? ...No, definitely theatre, I was a gymnast after all. Competitive gymnastics was all about the flourish!


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Before the rest of them could get their poor traumatised brains into gear, I reached down and drew the sword the guy had been trying to get out of its scabbard, and casually flicked it at the next guy. He was unfortunately fast enough to clumsily block it, but I didn’t mind. The main objective had been to distract just long enough for a paralyzing kick to reach his knee.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Once the knee was paralyzed, it was fairly easy to pivot sideways, causing him to move too, trying to keep me in front of him. With his knee paralyzed, he tripped and fell rather than moving as he’d expected, and my heel was there to crush his nuts, to send the sword skittering out of his hand as he reflexively let go, and then his windpipe. Two down, two to go. Maybe they’d been right to post that many guards after all?


    <span style="font-weight: 400">The third guy had been moving while I was killing his friend, making a brutal chop towards me, his sword on a collision course with my hip. It was kind of arge target, so I didn’t me him. I was just barely able to twist myself out of the path of his de, in no small part thanks to the flexibility of my wonderfully feminine body. I’d missed this so much during that week out of the pod. I hoped my shaping included the flexibility… pleeaase?


    <span style="font-weight: 400">The next blow came not from the third guy, but from the fourth guy, who was stabbing right into the path I was taking to dodge thest blow. Crap! In the split second of thinking time I had before I was skewered through the stomach, I remembered my momentum transfer abilities. Wow, why hadn’t I thought of this application before?


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I grasped all the momentum that was currently carrying me towards his de with my mind, and I pointed it backwards. All of a sudden, I was falling backwards into a cartwheel rather than being stabbed,ing to a stop a few meters away from them. Phew! That was close! Enough with the cocky act Tami, we’re getting rid of that thing after all. Damn, it was times like these that I really wished I had any sort or ranged capabilities— Waaaiit… there <i><span style="font-weight: 400">was </i><span style="font-weight: 400">a chair next to me.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Oi dickheads,” I said, picking the chair up. “Catch!”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I threw the chair, then darted forward, following it into the fray with a low sweeping kick that took the legs out from one of my guards. The chair hit the second dude in the chest, sending him staggering backwards with a cry of surprise.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Catching the chair before it could hit the cold stone of the floor, I then swung it viciously at the upright guy’s face, then turned and beat his prone friend with the poor abused piece of furniture in a simr manner, breaking his nose and sending blood everywhere.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">The upright guy had blocked my strike at his face with a raised forearm, and in frustrated response, I charged a speed boost and rammed the legs of the piece of furniture into his chest, impaling him in the process. More grossness, I really needed to find a way to fight people without sending blood everywhere. Things were getting a bit too visceral for this innocent little city girl.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">The guy on the ground staggered to his feet, trying to wipe the blood from his broken nose out from where it had pooled in his eyes. He didn’t get time. A quick, hard jab to his temple and he was dead.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I stood there, panting amongst the carnage and tried to hold my stomach together. There wasn’t a whole lot in it, but it really wanted to vomit whatever was in there out onto the blood covered stone floor. Fighting and killing NPCs that looked like humans, even if I knew they were just code, was definitely making me feel queasy. I needed to get the blood off myself at least, try and feel a bit more human again.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Grabbing a reasonably clean coat off thest guy to die, I wiped myself off as best I could. There was blood covering a huge portion of the room, and although I had avoided the initial explosion of the stuff, I had gotten it everywhere in the fight afterwards.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Using abination of my me and the coat, I got myself somewhat clean, feeling myself calm down in the process. I hadn’t realised just how anxious and scared I was about being captured until I felt some of the stress ease. I always hated it when a character in a book or movie was captured too, sometimes feeling so terrible about it that I had to skip the whole sequence. There was something about that loss of autonomy that made me shiver.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Sure, I was technically being held hostage right now in my pod, but it was different when you were being carted around like a carcass and stared down by four huge scary men.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">It was about this time that I realised that I’d been hearing the sounds of fightinging from <i><span style="font-weight: 400">outside</i><span style="font-weight: 400"> the room for a while now. Themotion had gotten closer during my own scuffle with my guards, and now there was a lull as someone stomped down the hallway outside. They reached the door to the room I was currently in and stopped.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I tensed, ready for another fight. Who was this now? Was it the boss guy?


    <span style="font-weight: 400">When the door opened, a vision of fire and fury stepped through, her sword raised high and ready to strike. Just like that first time I’d seen her, I was hit by just how damn beautiful she was. Her hair was fully ame, scorching the ceiling with its brilliance, and her eyes were white-orange coals with a ck center that pierced everything they set their gaze on. I felt my heart do little backflips, and maybe a cartwheel or two as I realised who she was.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Rora!” I squealed, making an excited noise that was so wholly at odds with the carnage I had justmitted.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I jumped at her, throwing my arms around her shoulders and cuddling in tight. I didn’t care where we were or what was going to happen next, I’d missed this woman so fucking much.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“H-hey,” she stammered, clearly taken aback by my excitement. “Careful of the sword!”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I couldn’t help myself, I pulled back a little, but only to nt a short kiss on her piping hot lips. They were as soft as I remembered from the times I’d gotten to kiss her, and I realised that damn… I was in deep here.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“I am so, so, so happy to see you,” I panted, somehow having run out of breath during the hug.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Um, me too,” she smiled, looking to the side in embarrassment. “I did kinda ughter like twenty people to get into this building to find you.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“That is so hot,” Iughed happily.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Yup, I’m on fire,” she stated in a failing deadpan, the corners of her lips turning up again.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Laughing, my cheeks hurting with the force of my smile, I couldn’t help but protest her pun, “Laaame!”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Fuck, I missed that goofy grin of yours,” she sighed, nudging my nose lightly with her own.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“You missed me?” I asked, feeling a flutter in my chest.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">She’d missed me? I’d hoped of course… but we’d never really mentioned the growing feelings between us before we logged outst time.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Yeah… I mean... You’re really fun… and stuff,” she said, her cheeks turning pink with a wholly different kind of heat. Then she noticed the room. "Wow… did you do this?"


    <span style="font-weight: 400">"Um, yeah… I got carried away, and now there''s bits of person on the ceiling and it''s kinda starting to smell," I grimaced, moving my face back to her neck to take in her scent, rather than that of the room.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Right, let’s get out of here,” she said, pulling back and taking a peek out of the room.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I missed the heat of her body almost immediately, and had to fight an almost dizzying desire to rush over and pull her back into another hug. Wow, my emotions were all over the ce right now. Come on, pull it together Tami, we can figure out your emotions and feelingster.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I shook myself and nodded, “Okay, but I’m running low on stamina. I did something dumb and used up half my stamina in one blow.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“You have an attack that uses <i><span style="font-weight: 400">that</i><span style="font-weight: 400"> much stamina?” Rora asked incredulously, turning back to stare at me.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Uh, yeah. The big powerful punch one, I can charge it up to do more damage but use more stamina,” I said, hoping what I’d done wasn’t stupid and I wasn’t making a fool of myself.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Wow…” she murmured, her breathing hitching with excitement. “I should make one like that too… Hold on.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I watched her sift through menus that were invisible to me for a moment, then decided to swap ces with her so we still had someone keeping an eye out. In a few moments, she was done, a delighted grin on her face.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Oh geez, I really can’t wait to use this. Let’s find some people to fight,” she said excitedly.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Yeah!” I grinned back, then stepped wholly out of the room. “Which way?”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Right. That’s the way I came in, so we should expect their reinforcements to being in from that direction too,” she told me, stepping past to lead the way, handing me a stamina potion in the process.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I took it gratefully and downed it, feeling my stamina begin to replenish itself with a sigh. She was too good to me.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Going back across Rora’s path of destruction, I couldn’t help feeling a lightness in my chest as I realised that she had beening in here... for me. How did she know I was here though?


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Rora, how did you know I was in here?” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“I was following a low ranking noble who seems to be at the heart of all this, and he met up with a creepy dude wearing a lot of stealth armour and a red pin. He mentioned that he’d captured a rare species of darkling, one with wings. I knew it must be you, because you’re literally the only one of your kind I’ve seen so far… I couldn’t let you just sit here,” she said, smiling but unable to make eye contact.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">She was acting really bashful since we’d met up again just now, it was cute, but I was suddenly worried that something was different between us now.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Thanks,” I said sincerely. I wouldn’t have made it all the way out of this ce, that was for sure. I’d used up almost everything killing just the fools guarding me directly.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“No problem… I really wanted… well yeah,” she said, looking embarrassed again, then turned her eyes up as we heard soundsing from ahead. “Time to fight!”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">The first guy toe around the corner at the end of the cramped corridor we were heading down didn’t even get to live long enough to regret his actions. Rora teleported forward, her sword firing a st of fire to aid a strike that took his head clean off and cauterising the wound in one blow.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I was moments behind her, slipping past her so close that my boobs brushed along her arm. I grabbed the next guy, throwing him into Rora’s path, where she wrapped him in ming vines that filled the space with the smell of burning flesh.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I didn’t realise it, but the third guy in line had been about to skewer me with his sword, but she was there to save me. She pulled me close, her front feeling warm and soft against my back as she blocked several blows while she held me to her chest. When I saw an opening, my foot shed up, crashing into the valuables between his legs with the boom of an explosive discharge.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Feeling inappropriately flirty given the situation, I leaned my head back onto her shoulder and kissed the curve of her jaw in the same moment that my foot shed forward again, kicking the unfortunate guy into his friends.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Tami!” she breathed in surprise. “You’re going to get us killed if you distract me like that.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Mmmm but it feels good?” I chuckled low.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">With augh, she pushed me away from her and said, “Kill now, kisster you little shit.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Yes mistress,” I winked, performing a spinning kick to drive my heel into a Red Pin’s head. The top one, not the bottom one. I’d already destroyed that one.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">We fought our way down the hallway, working together in the tight quarters to kill our way out of this ce. I made sure to take <i><span style="font-weight: 400">every single opportunity </i><span style="font-weight: 400">I could find to flirt, touch or tease Rora, and I was having to fight a wave of giggles at her increasingly flustered reactions. This was so fun.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">When we were out of enemies in this particr corridor, I was about to move onwards when I found myself pinned to the wall by the taller girl, her fingers working their way into my hair and her lips warm and urgent on mine. She kissed me hard and raw, obviously no longer content to wait until we’d escaped. I chuckled into the kiss andpped teasingly at her lower lip with my tongue, then bit down gently, loving how soft and hot her lips were. They would have quite literally burned a normal human.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">When she released me, we were both panting, her eyes pinning me to the wall with the intensity of her desire, and me leaning drunkenly against the wall with a huge, satisfied grin on my face.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“You are such a fucking tease,” she growled, her eyes raking up and down my body, almost leaving scorch marks in their wake.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I couldn’t find any words at that particr moment, but I didn’t need to. I grinned cheekily at her and nodded down the next hallway like I was propositioning her toe back to my ce for a “cup of coffee”.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Right, let’s get out of here,” she nodded, visibly trying to reel herself back in. This whole feminine charm thing was really fucking fun. I needed to tease her more as we made our escape.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Her hand found mine as she stepped past, and she all but dragged me down the hallway. We had a lot of people to kill before we were safe and free, but I was oh so looking forward to it now.
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