This choice: After a successful escape, you are working for a new employer • Go Back...Chapter #3After a successful escape, you are working for ... by: Unknown It's been six months since that day. Surprisingly enough, the realization that you no longer had a place in the wizard's society didn't strike you, didn't torment you, didn't taunt you. You just felt a... momentary emptiness -- before the sudden resolve captivated you. It was as if your entire world view had changed as you committed yourself to your daring escape.
After making it out alive with just a fork and a knife, you set off the very boundary of Tryzantium's borders, carrying the Mark of a Traitor with you -- the Obsidian shackles being last reminder of your past with the Colleges. Nowadays, you launder around the Bohemian Bounty Company, a bounty hunter agency run by your younger sister, Lia Meade.
Up until recently, it specialized in the retrieval of valuable items and documents that had been stolen from the homes and pockets of high-ranked individuals, whereupon Lia relied upon her cat-burgling experience and skills she developed in her younger days.
However, with your arrival, the company began to also specialize in the retrieval of something else: humans. Transforming it into a real bounty hunter agency, you sought out violent criminals and petty degenerates and brought them to justice during times when the towns and villages couldn't afford to hire watch-guards. Though your magic may have waned over the months as the dreaded metal continually emptied your pool of mana, your physical skills still remained -- a distant reminder of your father.
Right now, you are lying on the sofa on the second floor of the building.
"Get up," a voice resounds, as its owner struts up the stairs, revealing a blonde-haired beauty with large mammaries. And a cheeky face. "You've got work to do."
"Again?" You grumble, sitting upwards and staring at your sis. Lia Meade, twenty-seven years old, known cat-burglar and vigilante. Despite being one of your only two full siblings, the relationship between the two of you was never one you considered to be amicable. Perhaps it was a result of her jealously towards your sorcerer potential, perhaps it was an effect of being the only female in the family (your mother left you when she was a baby), or perhaps it was a result of you peaking on her during bathing times in the past -- you don't really know.
"I just got finished with up too," you stand, looking downwards at her. You suppose that you could describe her as short and mousy, if not for the large sackers that she was currently wielding.
"And?" She shrugs her shoulders, clearly enjoying the situation. It always feels like she's out to get you. "Work calls. Besides, you butchered the last mission. Got the wrong guy at first."
"But that was hardly my fault!" You protest, waving your arm back and forth. The horrid memories surfacing into your mind anew. "How was I supposed to know that there were two bald, hunch-backed men in that village?! They looked exactly the same -- a chance in a million."
"Tell that to the commissioner," she grins sardonically, wagging her finger. "Anyway, there have been several disappearances in Temeos and nearby towns. Apparently, the assailant targets men in their middle age, seemingly causing them to vanish in thin air without any trace. You seem like the perfect fit, so I want you to investigate the cause."
"That's it?" You furrow your eyebrows. Your other bounties were a lot more straightforward than that. "No clue as to who might have done it."
"If that was the case, there wouldn't be any need for you, would there?"
You grumble, finally departing from the comfort of the sofa and treading towards the stairs. Missions, bounties, headhunting... the hectic roundabout was sharpening the mental edge of your nerves. But mental breakdowns didn't put food on the table, and neither did the College anymore.
"Janus," Lia calls as you walk past her. You turn, some part of you hoping to hear a word of farewell, but are greeted by the sight of her holding up a coin-purse she just swiftly pick-pocketed. "Don't forget your wallet," she said, grinning.
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"P-please! Y-you're mistaken about all of this!" The man yells as the suction on him increases, forcefully sucking him inwards. He was caught in a trap and being swallowed like a sheep in quicksand.
"You shouldn't have set your perverted mind on raping a poor, innocent child in this back alley. Receive your punishment, villain!"
"N-no, I-I just thought you needed some a-assistance. Y-you called for help!" He begins to plead more fervently as he sunk in even deeper. But it falls on deaf ears.
"Silence! I know your kind," the girl objects, relishing in the horror shown on the haggard man's unshaven face. She was unaware that she had roped in an innocent barkeeper.
"N-no! P-please..." The barkeeper continues, but it was already too late. His head had sunk into the depths of the unknown.
His whole body was being absorbed... absorbed into her own.His arms, head, torso, and legs had all swiftly sunk into her flesh, specifically her breasts. It was a horrifying sight - had anyone been there to see it. The absorption didn't last long, but it didn't end there.
"Okay guys, eat up~!" The innocent-looking girl says into the empty alleyway. Then it began.
The breasts began to violently jerk and tremble as the barkeeper's resistance increased, but the girl's breast cells tore into him like a school of piranhas, feeding on him in tiny bits as they grew and multiplied. Her oversized mammaries began shrinking as the man was consumed within them, permanently integrated. The jerking and tugging stopped once the breasts ceased to shrink, his silent screams silenced forever.
"Aww... only this much?" The girl says in a disappointed voice as she examines her hangers. "Figures that those with less mana will add less to them."
The girl's name was Myra Meade. Born in the remote village of Budire to an adventurer and a peasant woman. Her father traveled as his job, so she never saw him -- and perhaps that led her to develop twisted perceptions of men. And as far as she was aware, she was an only child.
She discovered magic at the age of fourteen when she scoured an abandoned hut near the river that likely belonged to an elderly witch before her untimely death. Within it, she discovered a grimoire that contained highly forbidden magicks, including the one she was using now: "Comedet ex Avaritia".
A highly dangerous spell, it sucked its victims into the body of the user, engulfing them completely. Then, the cells within that region would begin to greedily devour its target, growing and multiplying based on the victim's magical potential. Anything undevoured would be heavily compressed and expelled from the cells as waste, to be removed from the body the natural way.
Myra groaned. She would be excreting dozens of pounds of feces later at night, a byproduct of her human devouring escapades. Though, she couldn't deny that it brought an ecstatic pleasure.
"Well, looks like mister won't be committing any more crimes!" She happily chirped, picking up and dropping her sizable tit. To think that she started out as flat as a washboard! Her first victim was her childhood friend and rival who had the nerve... the sheer audacity to beg her to be his girlfriend. She flew into a rage there and then, using the spell to consume him within seconds.
How dare he look down and view her as chattel! She didn't even consider the possibility that he wanted to have a romantic relationship -- rather, she was thoroughly convinced that he viewed her as property. Since then, she went on a hunt for criminals (namely, men!), delivering justice in a way that only she could.
"They all deserved it anyhow," Myra muttered, as she noticed a suspicious looking fellow passing by the alleyway. Smiling, she begun to approach him. I shall deliver him justice.
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You walk through the streets of Temeos, past the boisterousness crowd of merchants and other lollygaggers. The town didn't exactly live up to the glory of the capital, Lightgarde, but then again... none did. The people flocked about their own business, passing by you at an unprecedented pace, though there was one that seemed to want to speak to you.
"Hi, mister!" The girl bounced up and down. She was a child -- about fifteen years of age -- though there was one particular trait that stood out: her breasts. Those gargantuan behemoths looked silly on such a young frame, though they seemed to have life on their own. They moved in a way that invited you, though unlike the breasts of the whores in the streets of Lightgarde, they invited you in a different way.
'Feed me'. A memory flashed through your mind as you recalled your long-gone familiar. Yes... those breasts called out to you in the same way that he used to -- in times when his hunger needed to be sated. And that brought a chilling shiver down your spine.
"Hi, mister!" The girl repeated, still bouncing. "Where're you from? Who are you? What's your name?"
Every fiber of your being was screaming to get away from her, your expertly honed wizard's sense warning you of the upcoming perils. Gulping, you say...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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