“So, they are going to be a problem?” I ask my knowledgeable lover as we continue towards the exit of the town.
“Their family certainly doesn’t lack funds or influence,” Sirgia replies thoughtfully. “They certainly aren’t an easy enemy to face. But, it all depends if this issue cos from so small slight, an obscure misunderstanding, or an actual offence that no lineage can look away from.”
We both glance at the distressed Dwarf girl sitting next to .
vana shakes her head with a disheartened sigh. “I haven’t done anything serious to them. The best I can think of is just existing in the capital and running my workshop. And it’s not like I have a lot of custors either. Sure, I sotis talk shit about other artisans and rchants and their practices but who would care? Everyone does that. I’ve never insulted soone’s lineage directly.”
“I can’t really say much about this since I don’t know how they operate and what’s the basis in this… part of the world, but big organisations where I’m from do tend to harass the smaller and more local ones just because.” I rub her back reassuringly. “Do you think we can sohow clear this up or did it get too far already?”
My genius lover rides in silence for a mont before standing in the saddle and turning fully around to sit facing us. “That depends on many variables, Master. Including the aspects I previously ntioned. If this is an order from the head of the family, they must have a reason for their actions and it might be impossible to change their mind. But if this hasn’t co from the top but perhaps from an absorbed subsidiary or a low-positioned managerial mber of the clan, we might be able to negotiate.”
“And if that doesn’t work, can we go to the clan head?” I inquire, for a mont feeling like a typical Karen.
Her cute nose wrinkles a bit. “That’s risky. The person or people after vana would have had to go against so family code or rules, perhaps dabbling in sothing fairly illegal. If there was no good reasoning found, the head of the family would usually choose to defend its mbers. But, if we managed to dig up so serious dirt on the perpetrator, that could give us a chance to both get rid of them and gain so tiny favour from the clan. Compensation wouldn’t be anything great, but it would be a basis for negotiation at least, where we could make sure vana is left alone in the future.”
“There is no way I can do any of that…” v lets out a dejected groan. “I’m just an insignificant craftswoman… And they even put a bounty on … This is the end…”
I scoot a bit closer to throw my arm around her wide shoulders, which does prove to be a challenge to so extent.
“Nothing is set in stone,” I say with a warm but decisive stone, then chuckle lightly. “And even if it is, there are people who can manipulate it anyway.”
“We will see what we can do to help,” Sirgia offers kindly. “Our destination is the sa. Even if we fail to find anything significant through our external investigation, there’s still my family to consider. Forgegravers aren’t the grandest, but as a powerful line of smith and artificers, they are capable of going against the Stockhawkers.”
“I think you are forgetting one crucial elent here.” I glance at her with a raised brow. “We first need to gain their favour and respect. You know I don’t an to be rude but you are from an outer branch.”
She giggles charmingly. “That’s just a matter of ti. They can’t hold a candle to you, Master. We will make all of them bow if they don’t listen to us and show you proper respect.”
Rolling my eyes, I smirk at her. “Our objective was to convince them of your greatness, not mine.”
“One doesn’t exclude the other.” My cunning wife wags her finger at . “Although I’m confident in my creations, that won’t stop the jealousy and animosity from less talented individuals or successor lines, including the higher born. I might need your help with that as they will definitely look down on and my results.”
“No one is going to look down on you.” I stare at her with a serious expression and she shows a gorgeous little smile.
“Are you sure, Master?” she asks, peeking at coyly.
It takes a mont to figure out what that’s supposed to an and I snort to the side. “Fine, the only looking down we will allow is when you are on your knees before .”
Her face grows all rosy and she ducks her head adorably. For sothing she’s wanted to hear, it makes her more embarrassed than it should. anwhile, vana glances between us with a perplexed frown until she finally catches on and turns bright red too, escaping with her gaze to the side.
And on that note, we wrap up our discussion on the rchant wars and drive out of the town. It’s getting dark already so we hurry to increase our distance from the settlent in case anyone tries anything again. I’m not exactly sure how quickly our Nail can spread the word but a few hours might be stretching it. Plus, it still doesn’t guarantee everyone is going to believe it instantly. We might have to wipe out a few more groups before that.
Finding a spot isn’t a problem and we set up the pavilion once more, this ti with v’s help as our stocky companion hands us the parts while our duo assembles the magnificent tent. She also witnesses how Sirgia and I fill it in with all the furniture and appliances straight from our spatial rings, her eyes going wide at the casual display of such vast spatial storages. The suitcase remains a secret for now as we choose to introduce her to our identities step by step.
We wouldn’t want to overwhelm and scare our newest friend. vana seems like a nice person and I would honestly like us to work together in the future.
As we are sharing dinner and chilling around the main firepit in the middle section, the bodily girl glances up at with a complex expression.
“So, are you guys going to introduce to the friends you ntioned that night?” she asks pensively, possibly careful not to overstep her boundaries.
She must be aware we haven’t revealed everything yet, which isn’t a surprise considering she is another intelligent artisan like my petite lover.
“I just thought it would be a bit rude to have them stay outside now that I’m aware they are helping ,” vana adds as we are considering it with Sirgia. “You made it sound like wolves aren’t the only thing.”
“I see no reason not to.” I shrug casually. “Just try to be open-minded and you’ll have a much easier ti not being shocked constantly.”
Thankfully, I’ve expected the no-so-thoughtful entrance of certain individuals and stopped them in ti. As v still processes my words and their aning, the flap to the tent flutters and two almost identical won with green skin stroll inside instead of sprouting next to the campfire where a patch of ground is visible.
“Good evening, Master!” the Lilies chant in unison and giggle sweetly.
They snuggle their majorly naked bodies into my sides while a line of pale and ashen girls makes their way in too, waving at the stunned female Dwarf cordially. Spreading around the common compartnt, they find so spots to lounge on and pick up sothing to snack on from the kitchen, where Sirgia left a thing or two for later. Only Ianthe gracefully plops in my lap and reclines into my chest with a blissful sigh.
And that’s how I end up buried between three naked figures while my lithe mate smirks at amusedly.
“That’s… more than I thought,” vana comnts, still a bit taken aback. “You are… an Oread?”
“I am.” The Den Mother elegantly bows her head with a hand to her chest. “Myself and my sisters serve the Den Master now. You will be safe with us as long as he intends to keep your company.”
“Nothing is set in stone, huh.” v finds my eyes and I spot the faintest curl to the edge of her plump lips.
“Except for Master’s cock…” Ianthe replies, sensually sliding her palm down her alluring front. “How I wish he would set himself in my stone again…”
Our new ally chokes on empty air, trying not to follow the exquisite woman’s fingers to their destination.
I wrap my arms around the frivolous Oread and lean into her ear. “Stop teasing the poor girl or I’m going to bury my sword so deep in your stone whoever manages to pull off will be crowned the next king of Utopia.”
Sirgia chuckles daintily next to us while Ianthe bites into her lip strongly, giving a nod of understanding. Raising her within my hold, I put the stone lady on the side so she can join the rest in sitting like a person with manners. Giving her one last scolding glare, I sigh tiredly and freeze.
Glancing down, I find Sirgia crawling into her place and wiggling her pert butt into my crotch to find the best position, taking a rest against . She gives a hopeful peek from below and I sigh again, pulling her more into , knowing that she won’t be too unruly and just wants so of my affection.
“The horny one is Ianthe, and the two are Lilia and Lilie. They are a Liliraune. Basically, one being operating from two halves so they share everything,” I explain before anything else happens. “I’m sorry for all this improper talk and stuff. This is part of the reason why I didn’t want to bring everyone up right away. Nymphs can be fairly… amorous and they haven’t interacted with anyone else for decades. And the plant girls can technically be considered a distant relative of Dryads.”
“No, it’s okay.” vana waves her hands at us, her cheeks still a tiny bit rosy. “I don’t mind it. Trust , this is nothing compared to spending ti amongst most Dwarves. Your friends seem to at least have so class while our people make every evening gathering into a complete obscenity in terms of crude jokes and language. The way we speak to each other can easily make others hurl. Who wants to listen to male and female bickering about whose genitals sll worse or how fucking oneself with a splintered mug would be a better option or so.”
My Dwarf wife shows a reminiscent expression. “She is right. I already forgot how bad it can be thanks to living inside Master’s community. I hated n making dirty remarks and acting all vulgar but I have to admit I enjoy the way the females in the mansion co up with witty puns and expressions for naughty things. And the guests seem to pick up on that, showing similar tendencies as the way of fitting in and also enjoying themselves.”
“Well, back at my birthplace, they used to say that won are the eloquent gender with n being complete savages incapable of coherent thought.” I snicker at them. “And it certainly makes a difference that this isn’t a typical sausage fest but rather a taco gala instead.”
“Taco gala?” vana’s forehead creases as she tries to decipher my words.
“It’s a type of food from Master’s village. Take a circular piece of flatbread, sothing like a pancake, fill the middle with at, vegetables, and other things, then fold the opposite edges together to form a boat shape,” Sirgia paints the picture, already knowing both the product and the other aning.
“Okay, but I still don’t get it…” Our companion scratches her cheek awkwardly.
Before I answer and explain the joke, my craft wife hops out of my lap and trots to the kitchen complex. We watch her work behind the counter briefly and she jogs back to us a mont later, retaking her spot with a simple taco in her hands. She showcases it to vana from all sides, then directs the open end towards her face and puts her tongue out, giving the dripping sauce a good long lick from the bottom to the top.
That does the trick as the other woman swallows thickly, traces of a blush surfacing on her tanned skin. Her eyes skip over all the females in the chamber and land on , the sole guy in this arrangent, finally understanding. I offer her a wry smile as my way too clever wife noms on the taco properly, giving a bite too.
“Sausage fest… Taco gala… I think I’m going to steal those…” vana lets out a quiet laugh. “But I might need to keep the latter on because the forr is much easier to understand with just one gesture.”
“It’s a quick dish. Perhaps you can offer tacos to your custors while they wait for so fast order.” I wink at her. “Just maybe not your taco.”
She bursts into giggles, growing even redder. “Yeah… I think I’m going to save that one for special occasions…”
After we all calm down a little and finish these silly and quite lewd jokes, the other girls take a chance to introduce themselves too. vana happily exchanges a few words with the Oreads and shares a confusing mont with the Lilies. Talking to one of them just to be answered by the other one throws her off a lot. Not to ntion receiving a double reply.
In the end, she even convinces them to stay for the night. It takes a few attempts and glances my way but I approve the suggestion. Diana and her folks are more than enough to warn us about any pursuers or even handle them on their own. Therefore, the girls decide to host a massive sleepover in the middle while kicking out to the side compartnt, threatening with a good ti not to eavesdrop.
I have no intention of ruinning their fun so I take care of myself and relax alone, enjoying the company of my own person in quite a while. Using the opportunity, I reach around within my connection and gather information on what’s going on everywhere else during this expedition.
As expected, there is pretty much nothing too serious as my capable ladies solve all the issues themselves. They kindly don’t sugarcoat anything and let know what they are dealing with, knowing that I’m going to worry a bit if they downplay their struggles. I still feel a tad concerned during so reports, but listening to their solutions and results makes only respect them more. And believe in them.
Most of them are now much stronger than any Human they can stumble on, rivalling the current peak of Humanity.
I spend a lot of ti chatting with Cornelia, both because she is obviously my main target of worry and because she too is as nervous and uncertain. Being the doting husband that I am, I do everything I can to soothe her with my loving tone. I know she will be a great mother and the plans she shares with prove it. She’s thought of so many things already to ensure our baby is safe and happy.
Before I wrap up this consultation, Lyona chis in with a small question. They have supposedly received a commission that might require the girls to move past the mountains that we passed. She is wondering if they will be able to use the passage without or Sirgia now that we have explored it.
Therefore, I catch her up to speed with everything we did there and pass the way to solve the puzzle to her. Advising her to stay vigilant no matter what since that place hasn’t been fully explored and made safe, I also promise to speak with Ianthe. Perhaps one of the girls would be willing to go back and aid them. It shouldn’t take an Oread too long to travel the distance.
She thanks deeply and informs that the squad misses greatly. They are working hard to earn so more rewards and praise. That makes smile but I tell her to remind them that I won’t be able to always be there to dote on them. But, I’ll give them an appropriately good dicking when I’m back so they better get their pussies ready. Lyona swears to keep them hot and wet for .
Done for the night, I get so actual sleep. No attacks co and I wake up to another lively greeting. However, it’s from the plant girls instead of my dutiful wife. Sirgia seems to still be in the main section. They work enthusiastically for their reward and share it like everything in their life. I wash up in the bathroom while they scout the premises and give a green light to move out of my bedroom without spooking the Dwarves.
Then there’s breakfast, packing up, and continuing with our journey. It looks like Sirgia found so ti to upgrade the wheels of the wagon with so very basic enchantnts and Diana can now reach higher speeds without the whole thing disassembling on us in the middle of the road. We practically double our speed.
And, sure, we could stuff all the cargo into our spatial storages, including the cart, but it would be a tough fit with vana in the saddle. This way, she has so comfort at least. And I don’t think she would be fine enough with being squeezed between and Sirgia while our bodies rub together from the wild ride.
So, the next two days pass on uneventfully, with only one more group of idiots attempting to ambush us, during the day this ti. They are dispatched swiftly.
Also, Ianthe has sent one of her subordinates to man the mountain pass for now, who is more than happy to serve. I made sure to show my appreciation with a few tender kisses and sensual touches. That brought up a few more volunteers but it was too late.
Near the evening of the third day, we catch the sight of the capital. First impression, it’s massive. The defensive walls are twice as tall and thick as they need to be, and even then, the heavy buildings still poke out from behind them. Additionally, the closer to the centre, the more monuntal they beco, with a huge fortress at the apex. The general style resembles sothing akin to a mix of gothic and industrial. There’s a lot of smoke and steam from all those workshops and forges.
Sirgia is silent as we follow the main road to one of the checkpoint gates. I wrap my arms around her petite fra and hug her lovingly. She presses herself into and whispers a quiet thank you. She doesn’t need to because that’s what I’m here for. To support her in every mont.
We split after joining the queue of rchants, which is clearly separate from the one for travellers and residents. Diana keeps herself as calm and docile as possible, preventing any unnecessary panic attacks from the other beasts of burden. Mostly animals, though. But, it doesn’t stop the incredulous looks we are getting.
Finally, our turn cos, and the trio of guardsn on the side gapes at us in stunned silence.
“Don’t worry. She doesn’t bite.” I smile cordially, trying my best not to follow up with the swallows whole line.
“What is a Human doing this far into Dwarven lands?” one of them asks.
“I’m an escort to this beautiful lady behind us. Alastair Carter, Utopia’s First Regint, Eden Alpha,” I introduce myself while leaning quite a bit to the side to pass him the contract.
The trio examines the scroll and the leader looks up from it. “Never heard of such a company.”
“No wonder, we are from Human lands,” I reply.
“Why did you cross the mountains, then? The signing town of this deal is on our side,” he further inquires.
“A different commission.” I point with my eyes at Sirgia in the seat in front of . “Returning soone ho after their apprenticeship journey across the realm.”
Just to show that we are law-abiding people, I hold the second scroll to him too and they check it just as well. Exchanging a few looks, the trio grunts with so shrugs and I receive the papers back.
The leader turns to vana. “You?”
“vana Shaftmiller, back from a trip to sell my products and purchase materials. My shop is on the corner of Irony and Willowy Street,” she responds, reaching for her own identification.
“Just pop them up for us.” The head guard waves her off while moving to the back of the wagon.
This seems to be a standard procedure as vana doesn’t say a word about it and hops onto the carriage’s bed. She obediently lifts the lid of whichever barrels the man points at, unseals a few crates, and opens up so chests. The inspector pauses at one, then snorts and heads off the cart. He keeps a sowhat disguised scowl on his face as he returns to his initial position.
“Free to go. Don’t cause trouble, Human.” He throws a light glare, but much weaker than the one he directs at v.
Were these guys bought by Stockhawkers too? He reacted rather weirdly to her products. And she didn’t warn us about smuggling anything dubious beforehand. vana isn’t soone who would put us in such danger without saying anything.
Not wanting to make the people behind us angry, I instruct Diana to move on and we slip into the proper city. The streets are extrely tidy and structured with well-thought-out order. They are solid and perfectly flat, made of cleanly cut blocks of stone in various shades. From what I can gather, the colours have so importance as they don’t mix save for intersections so they either symbolise what can be found on these streets or at the end of the trail.
vana directs us vocally where to turn and where to head while Diana follows her instructions without my input. The paths are wide enough for two carriages to pass so we have no issues moving forward. Well, save for everyone stopping whatever they are doing or wherever they are going to stare at the proud wolf pulling our load. At least so people quickly make way, scared to see what she might do when annoyed.
Just as my Dwarven friends ntioned before, the capital is a bit more diverse in terms of height standards. Most entrances and passages are made with other races in mind. I can spot a few individuals strolling by, mostly Elves and Beastkin. Humans seem rather scarce here but it’s not that unexpected. When our kin started to fight back in the past, Dwarven lands were the safest with their mighty fortresses and thus sheltered everyone during nurous assaults.
About fifteen minutes later, we reach one of the streets vana ntioned to the guard, announced by a stylish plaque repeating itself from ti to ti on the buildings. This particular road has a yellow shade and it seems that workshops dominate this section. Mostly dealing in various artisanal trades.
“Finally ho.” v sighs with relief, smiling at us warmly as we make the corner. “It’s nothing much, but at least it’s your own, as they say. I hope you can excuse the ss. As you can imagine, I didn’t do much cleaning—”
She cuts herself off, and I can’t really bla her. The two of us also pause as our eyes land on what should be the talented woodworker’s cosy store. Even Diana stops in place, her big head and clever eyes directed at the shop.
Or what’s left of it.
In better tis, it was one of those simple comrcial locums with two big window panes on the sides and a heavy door embedded in chiselled columns, taking the form of an architectonic portal. A wide signboard hung over the entrance, announcing who the workshop belonged to. The interior design based mostly on wooden furniture certainly greeted the passersby with a hoy insight into the inner workings of the shop.
The crucial thing is, that was in the past.
Instead, we stand in front of fully shattered windows, a breached door hanging only by upper hinges while most of it lies on the floor in pieces, the signboard cracked in half as it dangles awkwardly towards the ground with the other half missing, and from what we can see, an utterly demolished interior.
I don’t think this is what vana ant when she asked us to pardon the ss.
Jumping off Diana’s back, I help Sirgia co down too. Turning to our rchant friend, I find her already on the ground, slowly walking around the wagon to finally stop before the ruined storefront. She gapes at it expressionlessly as her fingers slowly tighten into fists. I expect her to start throwing expletives at the perpetrator just like when we t, but I couldn’t be more wrong.
Her lower lip trembling a little, she falls to her knees, her head dropping low.
“What’s even the point of going on…” she whispers with an audible struggle.
One that makes it clear she doesn’t exactly an continuing to fight or even work.
Unhurriedly approaching the distressed lady, I kneel behind her and gently wrap her in a tender hug, which she doesn’t fight in the slightest. I can feel her shaking and hear the quiet sobs she attempts to hold in, spotting a few trails running down her plump cheeks as I rest my chin atop her shoulder. She lets hold her without any protest.
“vana… You are an incredibly lucky girl…” I speak slowly and clearly into her small ear.
She jolts in my arms for the first ti.
“Lucky?!” Her voice cracks a bit as she tries to shout but her throat refuses to cease its sobs.
“Storefronts can be renovated,” I continue as affectionately as I can. “Lives can’t be restored.”
I wait for her to respond in case she feels the need to confront my words, but she remains silent so I tighten my embrace.
“You would have been in danger if you were here when this happened. Thankfully, you were away. You can’t call it anything other than luck,” I explain softly. “Now, you have a chance to continue your work, develop your passion, and one day, get back at whoever did this to you. All of that would be gone if you got gravely hurt defending your precious workshop.”
She shivers in my hands as more tears fall, but keeps listening, raising one fist to clear her eyes a bit.
“Burn this image into your mory and use it to fuel your will and determination to keep walking forward. That’s the very thing these people don’t want you to do. They want you to lose all your drive and give up on everything. The worst that can happen to their plan is for you to co out stronger, better, and fresh out of rcy.” I emphasise the last point with a harsher tone.
vana manages an awkward giggle between her much more controllable sniffs.
“Take your ti to collect your thoughts. After you feel ready, we are going to get in there together, assess the damage, and imdiately plan out how to fix it. No, rather than that, improve it. We will do whatever we can to turn your shop into an object of envy with so much presence no one will dare to even think of ssing with it, while at the sa ti retaining the general feeling of your previous workplace which you must have cherished dearly,” I add at the end and focus on embracing the troubled girl.
Sirgia shows up next to us with a sad smile and places her palm on v’s shoulder, giving us a tiny nod. vana takes a few deep breaths, rubs her eyes into her sleeves, and tries to stand up, which prompts to let go. She stumbles a little, falling into my front, and graces with an embarrassed but grateful smile.
“Thanks,” she whispers softly. “You are a really nice… Human.”
I smirk at her and give the broad vixen a light push. She waves her arms to catch her balance and attempts a cute pout at but breaks it by chuckling to herself. Glad to see her well enough to joke around, I catch up to our troubled friend and lead us all inside, watching carefully for any threats. There might not be anyone waiting for us, but damaged furniture can be just as dangerous.
We step into the main section which is used to display products in stands, crates, barrels, and such, plus doing business behind the counter. Unfortunately, everything is broken and thrown upside down as if soone was angrily searching the place while doing as much harm as possible. The doors to the storage and the actual workshop are broken too. vana confirms that everything is ruined there as well. She ntions that she had nothing too valuable anywhere here so what’s lost is pretty much the fruits of her labour that she didn’t fit onto the wagon.
“At least they haven’t set it on fire.” I shake my head as we gather in the lobby again.
“That would put the culprit in a lot of trouble with the law and order departnt. Causing a fire hazard in the middle of a town is a much more serious cri than a simple break-in which has most likely been categorised as burglary,” Sirgia comnts. “I know they have already put a bounty on your head, but is there really a need to go this far?”
Our gazes slide to one of the wooden walls. Soone used green paint to write the words THIEVING BITCH on the surface, covering the entire section with them.
“I think I’m beginning to figure out what’s the problem…” vana drags a hand down her face. “Could I ask for your help, Al?”
I exchange a slightly confused glance with Sirgia but follow her outside. She points at one of the chests, which seems to be the sa one the guard didn’t like, and I help her carry it inside. My strength doesn’t surprise her much after the things she’s seen that fateful night. Setting it down where instructed, I step back to stand by my mate’s side.
Giving it a good kick, v flings the lid open and reaches in, pulling so kind of a wooden figurine out, and showing it to us.
No. Scratch that. It’s not a figurine.
That’s a penis.
I take one of the products into my hands and examine the wooden sculpture. Made of deep mahogany, it clearly depicts male genitalia. While the handiwork is better than fine, the design isn’t exactly the strongest part. It takes the form of a slightly curved upward shaft, tipped with a fairly sizable mushroom head. The bottom part includes a decent depiction of a sack too. It’s not exactly a masterpiece, but it definitely gets the job done. And that’s what matters in the end, doesn’t it?
Plus, I think this explains the accident she ntioned during the trip. Artisans love to test their own creations.
“Did you… co up with this on your own?” Sirgia asks tentatively.
“You got .” vana chuckles quietly. “No, it’s just sothing I copied recently. Not directly, of course. I just saw the idea in one store and thought I could make sothing similar on my own. It was a fun challenge, honestly. I put it on display for shit and giggles, but it suddenly exploded in popularity and started making most of my inco. With the side effect of n stopping to co by after learning what kind of products I started to offer, but hey, I’ll take won who know what they want over prissy guys who want to rob you blind with every purchase.”
“These are common here?” I raise a curious brow at her.
“I wouldn’t say common, but certainly popular. Now that I think of it, after they appeared in the city a few months back, they flooded all the general shops before disappearing almost overnight, only found in one branch afterwards. I should have realised what happened so much earlier but I haven’t been thinking about it too deeply, first fascinated by sothing new to try, then by the unexpected sales boom. As you can guess, the only rchants selling such things now are under Stockhawkers,” she explains. “Can I ask for another favour?”
As she glances at , I nod, very eager to hear the rest of the story, similar to Sirgia. v points at one of the upturned standing displays and I give it a mighty shove, launching the weighty piece of furniture into a corner. She snorts and crouches above its previous resting place, which was in the spot part of the counter should be in if it wasn’t shattered. Pressing into the floorboards, she reveals a hidden compartnt with a few personal things and a wooden box.
Its size and shape points to the obvious.
Surely, opening it up, she reveals another fake cock, this ti made of glass, I think, passing it to Sirgia. It’s much closer to the real thing, with a shapely tip and even veins running down its length. The balls have more definition and texture too. I’m not an expert in these things, but I have a hunch that this model is made by blowing hot glass into a form like many winter ornants.
“This is the toy I bought with my own money,” vana says, scowling at the painted wall. “As you can see, it’s far ahead of my version, and I’m not upset to admit as much. I didn’t make mine to compete with it, but it looks like that’s how that has been taken. I think this is the reason behind all of my troubles.”
Stepping a little closer to her, I give v a few pats on the back. “You couldn’t really know. It’s not like you were selling their products without permission or—”
The two of us jump a little as the sound of shattered glass reaches our ears, our gazes snapping to the Sirgia. My lovely wife stands in front of us with her hand raised just as before but with no dildo between her fingers. Instead, bits and pieces of it lie on the floor while she curls her dainty fingers into a fist so much it shakes visibly, multiple streaks of blood pouring from her enclosed palm and dripping on the floor.
“How dare they slander a talented and honest artisan while having the audacity to fabricate another’s work!” she hisses with so much venom even I shudder on the spot, and her trusty hamr materialises in her other hand. “Where are they?!”
My always so timid and quiet mate turns to us with pure fury twisting her adorable face, enraged so much it causes vana to squawk and fall onto her ass. After a second or two of remaining in utter shock, I finally register what has happened and charge straight at my beloved.
“Are you an idiot?!” I shout back at her, making Sirgia flinch and blink at confusedly.
Smacking the weapon out of her grip, I grab her other wrist and bring it closer. She winces when I pry her fingers open and find multiple pieces of glass lodged deep in her skin and flesh, her palm painted scarlet from all the blood. She notices it too and lets out a gasp, at last understanding what she has done.
Carefully but decisively, I pull all the fragnts out while making focused use of Rejuvenate, ignoring the muted whimpers she releases with each action, my heart tightening at every single sound. Getting rid of all the glass, I pour my waterskin onto her hand to once again take a good look at it before borrowing the strongest Healing Magic at my disposal, invoking it to quickly nd the wounds until not even the slightest scars remain.
Exhaling heavily when I’m done, I let Sirgia’s wrist drop. She stares up at with the most guilty expression I have ever seen, further enhanced by her teary eyes from all that discomfort. Getting down to her level, I hug her gently, brushing my fingers through her soft hair.
“I’m so sorry, Master…” she whispers weakly.
“It’s okay. Emotions, I understand. But I’ve never seen you so worked up over anything. Well, anything other than , I guess.” I place a loving kiss on her cheek and move back.
Sirgia crouches to the floor and picks up the bottom half of the broken cock. Careful not to cut herself again, she rotates it my way while offering it to . I take the shattered ballsack and take a glance at the flat side.
There’s a symbol carved into the base.
A heart, with horns, and a spaded tail. There’s a letter S placed in its centre.
Ah, fuck.
“Ummm… What happened?” vana hesitantly speaks up, peering at us from the side.
My genius artificer sighs and flicks her wrist. An elastic dildo appears in her hands and she tosses it at the other woman, who barely catches it in ti. Then, as our just as crafty and clever woodworker lays her eyes on it, they widen to the brim.
“This… looks almost identical to the one I bought…” She plays around with it. “How?”
Approaching her, Sirgia tilts the cock so the base faces the ceiling and points at the dark purple brand. I join them and hold the broken piece the sa way next to it, lining up the exact sa picture on the side. vana’s gaze switches between the two with a baffled expression.
“This is the fruit of Master’s thoughtful mind that I brought to life with my own two hands.” My talented wife places a finger on the rubber one and then moves it to the side. “And this is a cheap copy that didn’t even bother to erase my brand.”
Oh, boy.
Sobody gone and fucked up.
She is pissed.
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