Midnight Escape and the Furious Siron
"Ugh……."
"Hic, ugh."
I stood between the two collapsed women on the soaked floor, pondering my next move. I'd managed to create an opportunity to slip away, but now I wondered if leaving just like this was really the right call.
The thing is, since passing out, I'd been stuck in this tent the whole time, so I had no clue where exactly we were. Even if it was a forest or mountain not far from a city, there was a good chance I'd run into monsters on the way out. Hell, I'd never actually fought a monster before, and just thinking about it made my legs feel like jelly.
"Tch. Maybe it's safer to just stay put?"
That's when my ass twitched.
Die if I gotta die, but no way in hell am I getting ass-fucked.
"What the—?!"
It felt like some kinda hallucination, but whatever—it snapped me right out of it.
"Yeah. Die if I die, but I ain't lettin' no one tail me like that."
Decision made, I snatched a dagger and two leather pouches from the two twitching women on the ground. One pouch had leftover meat, the other that shitty beer in the oak barrel. I tied 'em tight to my belt.
"Gotta bounce before they come to."
They were out cold like frogs on their backs—probably good for at least thirty minutes—but no sense taking chances. Time to move.
"Lemme just peek first."
I snuck a hand behind the tent flap and poked my head out, scanning left and right before pulling back.
"Damn. It's pitch black—can't see shit."
No joke; aside from the tent area, it felt swallowed by total darkness. Dying out there? Nah, not literally, but... yeah, still risky. Without a torch or any light, running blind was basically suicide. And if I lit one up, I'd just attract any other creeps lurking around. Total pickle.
I was stuck dithering when—pop!—a lightbulb went off in my head.
"Screw it. Just walk out like I own the place."
I'd heard somewhere that acting casual during stealth or escapes draws less suspicion. Bluntly put, it seemed like the best shot right now.
So I dropped the pouches from my belt, slipped the dagger into my pants for a half-assed hide, and used my mouth to loosely tie my hands with the rope they'd used on me. Prep done.
I flung open the front flap like a boss and stepped out.
A couple small torches lit up the area left and right of the tent, and a bit farther off, I spotted a few more tents. No people in sight—great for escaping, but the eerie silence was straight-up creepy.
I crept along, keeping distance from the tents, when—
"Fuck, too much booze—my bladder's about to burst."
"It's cold, close up and fuck off!!"
"Grab an extra barrel on the way back~"
The tent dead ahead flapped open, and out came a third bandit girl. As it snapped shut, the noise inside cut off like magic. Fancy-ass tents with some enchantment, probably pricey as hell.
"Huh? Who the fuck are you?"
Obviously, nowhere to hide—I'd bumped right into the fresh-outta-the-tent bandit chick. But I played it cool, striding right up to her.
"As you can see, I said I hadda take a piss, and they told me to hurry back."
"Hmm...? Eh, whatever. You'd just end up monster chow solo anyway."
She cackled, sauntered over, and grabbed my arm.
"Perfect timing—I'm bursting too. C'mon, let's go together~"
I wasn't faking it; she legit dragged me. No bullshit, her grip was iron.
We'd barely left the tent area when—
—The fuck? Where you going?
A voice from above made me jolt. Up in the tree.
"Gonna piss. Wanna tag along?"
—Dumbass. Not you—why'd you drag the merchandise out? Boss finds out, she'll slap your tits black and blue.
"Fuckin' bitch. Look at you talkin'. Hell, I brought this asshole out 'cause he needed to shit—what, should I make him do it in the tent?"
—Shut your trap, don't pull shit, and get back quick.
"Yeah, yeah, hope your tits get slapped."
She flipped off the tree, then yanked me deeper into the dark woods—or mountains, whatever.
Crazy part? Pitch black, but she moved like she could see everything, no hesitation.
"This good enough."
She stopped. I couldn't see jack, but she seemed pleased with the spot.
"Heave-ho."
Rustling, then a trickle.
"Phew~ Finally."
In the void, I heard her little stream and a satisfied sigh hit my ears.
Trickle, trickle. Wipe. Rustle. Then her hand grabbed my wrist again.
"Kid. What piss? You snuck out thinkin' you'd rabbit. Just stay put nice and quiet."
"W-what're you on about?"
My heart hammered like it was gonna burst; I forced it calm.
"Pullin' that shit. Lucky it was me—get caught by some other idiot and slip our sight? You'd be mole chow in three steps."
Mountain moles. Like desert ghouls but in mountains—dig traps, shred prey to bits. Nasty pests. Er, monsters.
"We kidnapped ya, sure—but we're keepin' your ass alive too. Remember that and behave."
"......I really just came to piss."
"Yeah?"
"Wha—what?!"
"Thought so. Here to piss, huh? Then why you still got pants on?"
She went for my waistband. I panicked hard, shoving her hands away. Pants off? Fine. But the dagger was tucked in there—big problem.
"I-I'll do it myself, back off!!"
"Fine, whatever."
She whistled sharp, like she knew everything, and let go.
"And... it's big, so gimme some space."
"Psh, don't mind me. Got a strong stomach. Plus, who knows what might pop up—gotta guard our precious goods."
"I mind..."
"Just whip it out? Or want me to kick your balls? I'm impatient, y'know? If you weren't merchandise, I'd fuck you senseless already. Can't touch ya, so I'm pissed—let's wrap this quick and mutual."
I shut the fuck up.
"But y'know, can't just let ya go easy."
"......"
Suddenly, she started fondling my junk softly.
"Whoa, even rough it's huge. Fuck, lemme see it proper."
"N-no... ugh?!"
She yanked my pants down like ripping cloth—no resistance chance. Dagger clattered out.
Splat! But she ignored it.
"Eh, self-defense knife. Whatever—not the point."
"Mmm......"
Her rough-yet-soft touch rushed blood south despite my efforts.
"Holy—fuckin' growing more? Even half-hard?"
Not fully up, but she was amazed.
Slrrp. She stopped stroking, squatted, face to my tip.
"Wait. Just a taste. Mmmph...."
"Nngh."
"Slurrrp, puha~ Insane... half sticks out my mouth? Crazy dick... slurrrp."
Schlick-schlick. "Taste" my ass—she engulfed it, jerking the base.
"Shlurp, slurrrp—puha, you tryna choke me? Fuck... mmmph."
Slurp, slurp, shluuuurp. She bobbed wildly, lewd noises everywhere.
Her enthusiasm built my load fast.
"Grk!!"
"Guhk......!!"
Couldn't hold—instinct grabbed her head, rammed deep, unloaded.
Spurrrrrt—!!
She spasmed too, squirting from below.
"Puha~! *Cough*, *hack*!! *Gurgh*......!!"
She spat it out, retching.
While she heaved, zen hit—I stared blankly ahead.
"......?"
Black void... but red dots flickered.
"*Urp*... How much you cum? Still leakin'......"
Her mutter from below; dots grew. No—approaching.
Two red dots, closing in. Legs buckled; I collapsed.
"Huh? What? One nut and your legs give—"
Thud—!! Her words cut.
I dropped my gaze.
Fwssh—!!
Sky lit up multiple times, flooding light. There: bandit girl's head half-buried in dirt, Siron's work.
"Hey."
Familiar voice—glad, but chilling, heart-stopper.
Grrrip—!!
She yanked my hair scalp-ripping hard; head jerked up against my will.
"While I'm bustin' my ass, you fucker. Livin' the dream, huh?"
Siron's ruby eyes blazed murder. Scary as shit for real.