The Tiefling's Perspective: Escaping pursuit.

Suddenly appearing from your misty step outside one of the taverns windows, you immediately take off down the street as fast as you can. You're not familiar with the location of watch barracks, since they're normally of no use to you, but right now you're wishing you had more familiarity with the city of Neverwinter.

It doesn't take long for you to notice you're being pursued through the streets. Behind you, interspersed with the people of the town, the gang from the tavern are sprinting after you. The blonde bitch you left them with must not have kept them amused for long. You curse between breaths, quickly finding yourself winded at the chase. You're not an athlete, and trying to keep this speed up against men like this is a losing battle.

Thinking quickly, you look left and right, before spotting an alleyway between two buildings, obstructed by a tall iron fence. Swerving into it, you elegantly misty step past the barricade, leaving your pursuers with no option to follow you. A smug smile appears on your face, and you slow down to a walk, giving a coquettish wave of your tail, and blowing a kiss to the men behind you.

Casually, you turn the corner in the alley, intending to find somewhere to hide, and find yourself face to face with the bulk of the crime boss.

Your eyes go wide, though you manage to stammer out a few words by reflex.

"Ricard, it's wonderful to see you he-"

Without waiting for you to finish your sentence, he grabs you by the wrist and wraps one hand around your mouth, pushing you against the wall with his body enveloping yours. You can feel his heat. He takes his hand off your mouth and kisses you on the lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth. When he withdraws, you force a smile at him.

"R-Ricard, I didn't know you felt this way! Maybe we can take this somewhere more private?"

With an attempt at injecting sultriness into your tone, you can't hide an edge of worry. He just glares at you. You can feel one of his hands push into your leggings and start rubbing your sex while you talk. You make an involuntary squeal of surprise.

Unceremoniously, he pushes your leggings down, before doing the same for his own black breeches. You wiggle, trying to find some way out of his grip to no effect. Without any words, he pushes himself into you, stretching out your infernal interior. Your eyes go wide, and you plead to him while he slowly saws into your slit.

"C'mon Ricard, we've been such good friends for so long, just let me go and I'll forget all about this! I'll even finish you off with my hands!"

He snorts with laughter, and continues fucking you.

"Wanted you for a long time devil bitch. Gonna take what I want before giving you to the boss."

You look dismayed, before quickly attempting the words to a misty step. Halfway through the second one, he plants another kiss on your lips, then grins at you.

"No escape hell girl. You're mine now."

"Go fuck yourself Ricard."

You hold up a middle finger from one of your restrained hands. It's pointed the wrong way, but you assume he gets the idea. He laughs again, and picks up the pace of hammering into your insides. Under normal circumstances, you might have liked the chance to have Ricard, but him forcing himself onto you sucks all the fun out of the thought.

"Maybe later, Fucking you right now, Das."

Cringing in disgust at him, you just narrow your eyes and give him a glare. He takes his hands off your wrists and places them on either side of your torso, pushing his thumbs into your chest and holding you still while he starts to cum. You beat at his back with your hands, though it doesn't change the fact that you can feel him pumping his seed into your womb, designed long ago by infernal genesmiths to harbor the children of demons. Your mouth widens into a grimace and you shout in his face.

"What the fuck, Ric! You've seen what I am, right?! Do you _want _to be a dad?!"

He's too lost in his ecstasy to hear you, happily filling you up burst by burst while you try to free yourself. Moments later, he steps back and withdraws, letting you drop to the ground leaking cum from between your legs.

"Sorry Das, couldn't help myself. You feel great, you know."

You mutter the word bastard under your breath, and he leans down to begin the process of binding you properly, not really caring about the fact that he's almost certainly impregnated you. It's at this point you realise there's nothing he's much too far away from your mouth to stop you from casting your teleportation.

In a blink of magic, you're on your feet on the other side of the alleyway, sprinting as fast as you can while pulling up your leggings. The damage is already done, you can clean it out later.

Some time later, after liberal usage of magic to escape the rest of your pursuers, you put on a brave face, and return to the bar. Maybe the bitch you left them with was more talented than you thought. She might be useful.