Three's Company

Three's Company
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Xianghua was lost. The twists and turns of the castle were labyrinthine in nature, and she had never been good with directions. She could feel Soul Edge’s presence nearby. She hoped dearly that it wasn’t the Azure Knight. She couldn’t fight him on her own.

She wished desperately that Kilik hadn’t left her. He had split them up as soon as they had reached Ostreighnsburg. A stupid idea, in her opinion. She knew that he was planning on leaving her behind, to go on for Soul Edge alone. He was such a stupid boy sometimes.

The presence of Soul Edge was growing stronger. It wasn’t strong enough to be the Azure Knight; more likely it was one of it’s subordinates, closing in for assassination. She wondered if Kilik was receiving similar treatment.

Xianghua drew her sword as she rounded a regal corner of the castle’s hallway, the carpet sighing under her feet as she stepped. Suits of armor lined the walls, and extravagant chandeliers were suspended from the ceiling. She saw know sign of a pursuer, but she knew otherwise. Somebody was near.

She heard a noise behind her and turned too late. She felt a sharp pain in her head, and everything went black.

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She opened her eyes to the quivering dim lit of flame and a grating metallic sound. She was slumped against wall, her bare legs against the cool stone floor. She was in a dungeon. She got to her feet and started forward, only to be yanked backwards. She looked down to find her wrists bound to the wall in chain shackles. An alarm went off in her head as she looked around. What was going on?

The walls were covered with countless metal instruments, coming in shapes of an infinite variety, but all of them shone dully in the firelight, and all looked dangerously sharp. On the far side of the small stone dungeon was the a large wooden door, two torch brackets crackling on either side of it. A figure stood in the shadow under one of the torches, a lithe, feminine shadow. In it’s hand was a blade sharpener; in the other was a deadly looking metallic ring, glinting in the fire, occasionally drawing a spark as she sharpened it. The figure set the sharpener on a table full of blades and stepped out of the dark.

“I was hoping I would see you again,” Tira said, her voice dark and raspy, juxtaposing with her gleeful smile. Her violet eyes bore into Xianghua’s, taking joy in the fear she saw within her prey.

Xianghua said nothing. She had not seen Soul Edge’s right hand since her last quest. She had held her off while Kilik and Maxi had gone ahead. Xianghua had assumed her to be dead.

“I haven’t forgotten what happened between us, my doll,” Tira said, stalking closer to Xianghua, ring blade in hand. Across her exposed midriff, Xianghua could see a long, thin yet pronounced scar, a testament to her previous defeat.

“Stay back,” Xianghua warned. She immediately regretted it; she sounded helpless. Tira cackled delightedly, apparently thinking along similar lines.

“I don’t think so, my doll,” Tira said, her voice harsh and full of malice. “I’ve been sharpening all my toys just for you. We’re going to have lots of fun.” She reached Xianghua and touched her face in mock affection.

“Don’t touch me!” Xianghua jerked her face away, and immediately made to bite Tira’s fingers. She pulled her fingers away, her face scrunched with anger. She grabbed hold of Xianghua’s face, squeezing her cheeks so that her lips pouted out in an almost comical manner.

“Don’t talk back to me!” Tira spat, her smiling face completely opposing her murderous tone. “You’re all mine now, and we’re going to play.” With a quick pirouette, Tira distanced herself from her captive bound to the wall, the ring blade now between them, the razor edge pressed against Xianghua, just below the navel. She whimpered a bit against her own will, dropping eyes from Tira’s gaze.

“First thing’s first,” Tira said maliciously, “I’m going to give you some stitches to match mine.”

Agonizingly slowly, Tira trailed the blade along Xianghua’s stomach. She cried out for a moment, then bit her lip so as not to let it fully escape. Tears of pain welled up in her eyes as a thin line of red appeared below her navel. Tira brought the end of the ring blade up to her face, wiping away the blood with a mocking disinterest.

Xianghua desperately struggled against the chains binding her wrists, but they wouldn’t allow her to raise her hands above her waist. She lashed out with her foot, trying to kick the evil girl, but came just to short of reach.

Tira caught Xianghua’s foot and held it in her grasp. “You’re not being a very good plaything,” she teased. She raised her ring blade and pressed the end against the inside of Xianghua’s thigh.

“Do you want me to cut it, my doll?” Tira’s eyes were locked with hers, refusing to let her gaze drop. Xianghua, said nothing, holding back her tears, not wanting to give the little imp the satisfaction. Tira frowned at her plaything’s defiance. She began to cut Xianghua’s perfect skin, only stopping when she heard a yelp.

She looked up to Xianghua, enjoying the tears streaking her face. Her captive’s lips quivered in misery. Tira’s gaze locked with hers, giving her another chance.

“Please…” Xianghua said quietly, hating herself for begging. “Please, don’t hurt me…”

Something happened, as if she had flipped a switch in her captor. Tira’s eyes fluttered for a moment, as if she was dazed. When she opened them, they looked different; the malice and hatred was gone, and replaced with something else.

“Oh, my dear,” Tira cooed, her voice sweet and smooth. “Look at you. You’re bleeding.” She dropped her ring blade and approached Xianghua, their bodies pressed together.

“Those will scar for sure,” Tira said. “Such a shame. Such a pretty girl.” Tira was close enough for Xianghua to feel the assassin’s breath on her lips. Her eyes went wide with surprise when Tira kissed her. It was soft, passionate, her tongue probing Xianghua’s mouth. She played along, kissing Tira back. Something had happened; it was like Tira was an entirely different person. Perhaps Xianghua could use it to her advantage.

Xianghua felt a hand under her shirt, caressing the skin, thumb playing on the navel, carefully avoiding the cut. Xianghua returned the favor, tracing her fingers along Tira’s hips, the only place she could reach with her hands bound.

She repeated her single thought to herself, that she was doing this to escape. It was half true, but not entirely. Xianghua wouldn’t admit to herself that there was a concealed, indirect pleasure from her captor’s advances. It had been so long since she had felt anyone’s touch. She had tried to be strong, saving herself since she had met Kilik. But he had never taken her, and showed no sign of changing his answer. Tira’s fingers were tingling her every nerve, satisfying what her body had been demanding for so long.

Their kiss continued, and Xianghua felt Tira’s teeth on her lip, harder than she would have preferred. The assassin pulled away, and Xianghua saw that her eyes were back to normal, as evil as ever.

“Enjoying yourself, are you, my doll?” she asked in her husky voice. “What a whore you are. What about you boyfriend? Where’s your loyalty?” She pushed Xianghua away from her and against the wall.

“On your knees, harlot,” Tira spat. Xianghua did as she was told. Still obeying so as not to be harmed, but there was now a hidden excitement, one that she would not even admit to herself.

Tira was wearing baggy red pants that rode low on her hips, exposing her defined hip lines. She stood before Xianghua, her midriff only an inch or so away from her captive.

“Work your way down,” Tira hissed. “If you do well enough, I might not kill you.” Xianghua pressed her lips to Tira’s abdomen, her hands behind her back. She used her tongue one her captor’s hip lines, pleased with herself when she felt a shudder. Tira slid her pants gradually down, allowing Xianghua access to more and more of her body. Xianghua explored every inch of it with her mouth, caressing with her lips and tingling the sensitive nerves with her breath.

She reached the lips of Tira’s sex and flicked her tongue between them, eager to please after abstaining so long. Tira moaned and sighed, her voice high and sweet, different from the voice she had possessed only moments ago. Her pants were around her ankles as Xianghua worked her closer to orgasm.

“Ohhhh….” Tira moaned, thrusting her hips closer to meet her plaything’s tongue. Xianghua continued to stimulate Tira’s clitoris with her tongue, sending her over the edge

Tira grabbed hold of her captive and urged her to her feet. Xianghua did as she was asked. The assassin approached one of the tables of weaponry, stepping out of her pants as she did. She reached up and pulled her small red top over her head, giving Xianghua a teasing view of her back and buttocks. For a moment she feared that it was over, that Tira was done playing with her and was retrieving an instrument of torture.

Instead, she opened a drawer on the underside of the table and retrieved another kind of toy. It was sided on both ends, and was fashioned considerably larger than that of an average man’s member.

As Tira approached, Xianghua saw that she still possessed her light demeanor in favor of her dark, and was smirking as she reached her captive and began to undress her. It was a bit of a struggle, with Xianghua being bound, but she helped Tira along.

Tira pulled down Xianghua’s small shorts, which she obediently stepped out of. They were both nude, save for their shoes, which Tira instructed her to take off. She complied, her captor doing the same.

They kissed again, Xianghua feeling Tira’s hand touching every part of her body. Xianghua returned the favor as best she could, her fingers touching and tickling Tira’s excited sex and grabbing her rear. She continued this as Tira bent low to put her mouth on Xianghua’s breasts, her tongue passing over her erect nipples.

Xianghua gasped as she felt the end of the faux member penetrate her wet entrance. It retreated, then slid back in, deeper the second time. Tira was on her knees now, taking her time working the toy into Xianghua while her tongue flicked and probed wherever the instrument wasn’t stimulating her. Xianghua could no longer reach between Tira’s legs, so instead used her hand to caress and grope at her own breasts, while Tira stroked herself with her free hand.

The combination of the member and Tira’s mouth was sending wave after wave of icy hot pleasure through her body. She pinched lightly at her own nipples, and ran her finger along the cut Tira had given her earlier, the small flares of pain increasing her pleasure. She felt her orgasm approaching, her rapture increasing with each thrust.

Just when she thought she would come, she felt Tira pull out of her. She opened her eyes, her face disappointed. Tira stood up eye level with her, her malicious demeanor returned.

“Sit down,” Tira commanded. Xianghua obeyed, gasping as her bare ass touched the cold stone ground. She pulled her knees up and spread them apart, ready for Tira to take her again. But the assassin apparently had no intention of doing so.

“Not so fast, my doll,” Tira said, her hand playing between her own legs. “Be patient, and you might get what you want.”

Tira stroked herself with her fee hand, her other behind her back, clutching the toy. She chewed on her lower lip as she pleasured herself, swaying her hips from side to side. Xianghua watched the show in bittersweet misery, wanting desperately to touch her own sex, but unable to reach, bound as she was.

Her other hand came out from behind her back and Tira turned around, wiggling her backside slowly as she teased at her own entrance. The member slid in and Tira moaned, her other hand now teasing at her own backside, still wet with her own juices. She slipped them in, one finger, and then another, while her other hand thrust the toy.

Xianghua moaned with need, wanting her captor’s touch more than anything. Instead, she could only watch enviously as Tira pleasured herself, helpless to mimic her. Finally Tira spoke.

“Do you want me?” she asked, her voice full of seductive malice.

“Yes…” Xianghua crooned. “Yes. So much…”

“Beg me, then…” Tira said, her hands still busying themselves. “Tell me you want me. Or I might just finished myself and leave you.”

“Please,” Xianghua begged. “Please touch me. I need you. I beg you, please touch me everywhere. Make me feel so good.”

Once again, Xianghua’s pleading seemed to trigger Tira’s change. Her face went from enticingly evil to innocent and filled with bliss, as if she had just penetrated herself all over again; in her own mind, she probably had.

“Are you waiting for me, my love?” the sweet Tira asked. Xianghua nodded eagerly.

Tira sat down in front of Xianghua, her legs apart and overlapping with her captive’s. Tira slid the opposite end of the toy across Xianghua’s opening, causing her plaything to shudder and moan.

“Please…” Xianghua begged. “Please put it in me…”

Tira giggled prettily and obliged, scooting closer to push the instrument into her slave. Xianghua moaned as Tira thrust into her. She pushed back, the two of them setting a rhythm with the toy penetrating both of them.

Xianghua used her hips for leverage to thrust, since her hands were bound. Tira leaned on her hands, pushing off of them and into Xianghua, the two of them so close the member had almost disappeared between them, the insides of their thighs touching, eyes locked as they approached orgasm together.

Tira threw her head back as she came, crying out, her voice still high and melodious. Xianghua matched her voice, her eyes closed and mouth open in a portrait of bliss. The two still thrust into each other as they orgasmed, slowing only when both of them had felt the last wave of rapture quiver through their bodies.

Xianghua felt the faux member pull out of her, and opened her eyes, to see Tira already dressing herself. Her back was turned to her captive, who struggled to get to her feet. She watched as Tira finished dressing. Without turning, she bent low and retrieved her ring blade. Xianghua felt her heart skip. This was the end; Tira had no reason to keep her alive now.

Tira spun around to face Xianghua, her eyes once more dark and murderous. She stood only inches away from Xianghua, ring blade in hand. Before Xianghua could say a word, Tira lashed out with her free hand. Once more, Xianghua saw only darkness.

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“What happened to you?” Kilik asked, the two of them outside the castle. He was holding a large burlap sack under his arm; Soul Edge.

“I got caught up with that ring blade girl,” Xianghua said, avoiding any details. “She’s just as crazy as ever, if not more.”

“Well, I’m glad your alright,” Kilik said. “Who knows what that girl is capable of.”

Xianghua smiled to herself. She knew exactly what Tira was capable of.

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My first oneshot. I hope it was at least decent, and I hope for some feedback, good, bad, or anything else. Hope you enjoyed it!