Fals

Espia arrives with Malcolm following her at the front entrance to Fals' Sights and Sounds. In front it was a pleasure shop of sorts. Toys, electronic gizmos, anything that could potentially cause a little rush of the feel good hormones was sold here. If you knew where to look and had the right connections that might even Include some of the less legal or respectable feel good sources. Espia wasn't here for a hit of **** or prostitution though she was here for the illegal business Fals ran that was hidden even further beneath the other illegal business. Fals was a smuggler and Espia wanted Fals to smuggle Espia out of the country. However with Malcolm following her she wasn't sure what would happen, she also still couldn't understand what he might want with Fals. Was he secretly a **** addict or a pervert? Her mind raced and she froze as she saw Fals approaching.

Fals herself was a Dark Elf. She had white hair and dark skin, both of which were somewhat typical of her race. Her dark purple painted lips quirk into a smile as she sees Espia and Malcolm and she’s quick to approach them. She is wearing an outfit that consists of a fishnet body suit with solid black sleeves that then turn into fingerless gloves, her relatively small breasts covered in a simple black brassiere beneath the see through fishnet, Her lower body covered by a short black skirt with the material cut away over the right thigh and a pair of 4 inch black heels, "Heya, welcome to the shop I... Didn't think you two were together," she greets them and Espia freezes.

"What do you mean?" she asks and Fals blinks.

"Well we can't talk out here..." she whispers, "come in back," she says and leads them both to the backroom. Once in the backroom she sits down at her desk and gestures for Espia and Malcolm to sit in front of the desk.

"Okay so... I guess you weren't aware that both of you contacted me about my... special services?" she asks and Espia blinks and shakes her head slowly before turning her attention to Malcolm.

"You're here for smuggling services?" she asks him, confused and surprised.

"I am. They intend to put me back at work here in Alms Amour and I have no desire to continue here, so far from my family. I sought out Miss Fals to get me back to my family in Borea," Malcolm explained.

"But... How-" Espia starts and then is cut off as Malcolm continues.

"I knew the moment I saw you you were likely also heading to falz... After all, the spy who facilitated the fall of Saluma wouldn't want to stick around now that the land has been retaken," he finishes and Espia's eyes narrow.

"You did know who I was?" she asks and he nods.

"Don't worry. The Archer family has served the Light for generations, but not out of any sort of ideological agreement or loyalty. We've always been more pragmatic than that. We're mercenaries and I'm not being paid to turn you in," he explains.

"You were being paid to turn me in though at one point," Fals interjects and Malcolm nods.

"Yes... The light wanted me to find out who was trafficking **** into Kia Marun and when I tracked you down, you offered me... a better price," he agreed with a grin to her and Fals returns the grin with a wink. Espia shook her head.

"Okay wow... So that's how you two know each other... So... What I guess Malcolm and I are both being smuggled out of Alms Amour?" she asks Fals.

"Yeah I mean I wasn't expecting you both to arrive together, but I was going to smuggle you and a few others out together. The less runs I have to make the better after all," Fals explains.

"Where are you going, if you don't mind me asking?" Malcolm asks and Espia hesitates.

"I was planning at least for now to head to Grimaire. The conquest of the light seems to be on hold, with the Dark's Champion gone, most of my allies captured or dead and Alkadabuki and her Golden Horde set up in Alms Amour there's little chance of my services being needed here," she explains.

"Grimaire is a dangerous place for humans right now isn't it. Even those in allegiance with the dark. The various rebellious factions that have risen up under Reala's splintered rule, some of them have rather... broad ideas about who is and is not an enemy of the Dark as I understand it," he warns.

"I am aware, but it's not like there's anywhere particularly safe for me in the Light controlled territories either. News of me is unlikely to spread too far out of Alms Amour, but all it takes is one unfortunate run in with someone who does know who I am and I'll be executed. The fact that running into you wasn't already a **** sentence is something I'm still having trouble believing," she explains. Malcolm looks thoughtful.

"I imagine you'd be pretty safe staying at the home of a well respected, but ideologically neutral, mercenary family..." he states.

Espia stares at him, "You're offering to let me stay with you and your family in Borea?" she confirms and he nods, "why?!" she asks, suddenly standing up and staring at him.

"Why not?" he asks, not bothered by her sudden outburst.

"I'm a servant of the Dark! A spy! I'm responsible for many deaths throughout Alms Amour, some of them likely people you know! How can you just... brush that off and act like we're friends?" she asks.

"I wasn't lying about a friend who said you made amazing cookies?" he suggests and she glares at him. He stares back at her and then sighs, "maybe I just feel bad for you. I don't know your history and I won't pretend to, but I do know people don't become spies for no reason. Something happened to you, something that made you turn towards the dark and maybe... I just want you to know there is still kindness in this world. Your reaction so far at least tells me that I'm not wrong in assuming you haven't known much kindness in your life," he says and she continues to stare at him.

She sits down and seems deep in thought after a bit and Fals speaks, "Um... Well... I'll have to make a stop in Mnemaria first anyway, from there I can either head straight to Borea or drop you off near the border crossing into Grimaire... It will be at least two days before we reach that point, so you'll have plenty of time to decide. For now though... I have rooms ready for you both and we'll be leaving tomorrow just before dawn. I suggest you both get some sleep," she says and Espia hesitates before nodding.

A bit later Espia is lying in a small room, there's a single cot which she's resting on and the room is only about two meters squared. Practically just a closet. She thinks about what led her to this moment. It was true she couldn't remember ever being shown much kindness. An orphan for as long as she could remember she had been mistreated, looked down upon or ignored by everyone around her. It was an orphanage in a small town in Mnemaria where she had spent most of her early years. She never knew who her parents were, but she suspected they, or at least one of them, were soldiers, likely killed in one of the various wars. The town she lived in wasn't very far from Grimaire so, it was a very likely possibility. She remembered the day she had snuck away from the orphanage. She had been punished earlier and her body was sore from the beatings. She was hanging out near the town gate, a simple wooden thing attached to wooden palisades that surrounded the town. It wouldn't have stopped a full on attack, but it kept them relatively safe from random raiding parties and the odd wandering monster who had passed over the border. The gate wasn't being watched today, the guards were probably off getting drunk. She did as she usually did at times like this and went up to the watch post on top of the gate. It was basically just a raised wooden platform. She'd sit up there and look out, imagining going somewhere other than here.

"Psst... Hey little girl!" a voice called to her from below. She glanced down and saw a man in a cloak standing in front of the closed gate, "let me in?" he asked. He seemed surprised when she immediately nodded and rushed down to the gate. Clearly he had expected to have to tell her more than that. The gates were heavy, especially for a little girl, but luckily she knew the trick to open them. She'd spied on the gate many times and knew there was actually a lever to open it. She pulled the lever and watched the gate open. The man walked in and saw her standing there by the gate lever. He approached her and smiled down at her. She was somewhat surprised to see his blue skin and yellow eyes, but when he reached his hand down, patted her on the head and said "good girl" she felt elation. She wasn't sure if it was actually the first time she'd ever been praised, but it was the first time she could remember. She realized quickly that she'd done a bad thing though when more cloaked figures followed him into the town. She remained by the gate, unsure how to feel as the sounds of fighting, screaming and dying echoed around her.

She was crying when she heard footsteps and then the man returned. He was holding a sword that dripped with blood and she looked at him terrified. She lowered her head, expecting to be killed as well, but instead he kneeled down in front of her and gently grabbed her arm, his own arm running gently over one of her visible bruises. "Who did this to you?" he asked and she answered, too scared to really consider the possible consequences. He left her alone again then and when he came back he was dragging someone with him and then tossed them down on the ground. It was the owner of the orphanage. He looked up and saw her looking at him and he yelled at her.

"You! You did this! You worthless chi-" he started, but was cut off as the devil raised his foot and stomped on his leg, turning his tirade into a screech of pain.

"Alright little girl, your choice. Does this worthless bastard live?" the devil asked and she merely continued to stare in horror. He waited for a bit and then raised his foot intent on stomping the man's skull into the dirt, but she spoke then.

"No! Don't!" she yelled and he actually stopped.

"You don't want me to kill him?" the devil asked and she quickly shook her head, reaching up to wipe the tears from her eyes, "fine then. You get to live..." the devil told him and he turned to her.

"Thank you! Thank you so muc-'' he started before the devil kicked him in the side of the head.

"Shut up! You don't deserve to speak to her!" he yelled and then reached down and picked her up, carrying her in his arms as he headed to the gate where the rest of the monsters were waiting. He took her with him and he got her gifts, praised her and generally treated her kindly. Almost becoming a father figure to her. The only thing he asked in return is for her to keep helping them get into places. They'd send her ahead, a poor, tired and terrified young girl, who fled from the recent attack then once inside she'd wait to open the doors for her friends. She tried her best to ignore the results of her actions, she tried not to think about the people she was indirectly responsible for killing and afterwards he'd always be there to comfort her and tell her she was doing a good job.

One time he was killed in an attack. A hero lived in the town they attacked and though they did take the town, the hero managed to kill him before dying. After that the praise and gifts stopped. He had been the only one who cared about making her happy, she realized or worse than that the only one who thought it was important in any way that she was happy. They were no longer nice to her. They merely expected her to keep doing her job and she did. She had nothing else to do, but she felt no enjoyment and soon she lost the ability to ignore what she was doing. She fell deeper and deeper into resignation that she was a monster now. A killer, a traitor to humanity and she began to revel in it. Not in the deaths she was causing, she still hated thinking about that, but she enjoyed the games she would play, the lies she would tell, the people she would have to manipulate to complete her tasks.

She started to believe she was smarter than everyone else and she acted like it. Which resulted in the raiding group abandoning her. She was left alone in the wilderness as they continued on without her. She didn't know where the next town was and all the towns she did know about were destroyed. She returned to the ruined remains of the last town she had been to with them and sulked. She couldn't believe they'd just abandon her, they needed her. She learned the truth later when a woman arrived in the ruins seeking any kind of shelter just like she had. She had come from another town that had been destroyed afterwards. As she explained it they were simply doing the same thing they had done before, but without her. They had replaced her with a random kid from one of the towns who they **** to perform the same job through threats of **** and ****.

She felt sick learning about it. The idea that she was interchangeable, unimportant meant she had no justification for her actions at all. Any random child could do what she was doing. The woman didn't know why she was so upset of course and Espia wasn't going to tell her. She traveled with this woman for a while, **** to acknowledge that she needed the woman's help in order to survive. They arrived at another town after some time, one that was still intact and were taken in.

One day while living in this new town, she saw the guards helping a young girl into the town. She heard the same story she had told a thousand times coming from someone else's mouth and she knew what was happening. She hid by the gate and when the child came to open it she confronted her and using a knife she had stolen she slit the girl's throat. She struggled to carry the girl up to the guard post and tossed her corpse down to where she knew the monsters were waiting and then she opened the gate anyway and waited by the lever as they entered. They had seen her on the guard post and she knew they recognized her. They didn't look at her as they passed through the gate and when they left she left with them without a word exchanged.

She slipped back into her own role, the unspoken agreement was that she would continue to do this job for them and in return they would simply let her stay. It was the only place she felt like she belonged. Eventually when the Mnemarian soldiers finally arrived to crack down on the raiders they fled knowing they'd have no chance against a proper army and she went with them into the lands of Grimaire where she eventually officially became a follower of Darkness and a spy for the Demon King, until his **** at the hands of Tomoko Sakurai. Her reverie faded as she drifted off to sleep. She still couldn't believe that Malcolm was doing this just out of kindness. Over time even that first act of kindness had been sullied and she had grown convinced that he had only ever done any of that for her because he had always intended to exploit her. She drifted off to sleep.

In Malcolm's room Fals is on her knees in front of him. His legs are spread, his cock is out and her gloved hand slowly slides up and down the length of it as she looks up into his eyes, "ah... Master Archer..." she moans gently as she strokes up to the head of his cock, her thumb moving to rub the head and then cover the hole of his penis as she smiles up at him. He stares down at her, watching the pink swirling mist in her eyes as his hand moves to grab and stroke her right ear making her shudder violently with pleasure. Her cheeks are flushed with desire and she slides her hand back down before she leans forward and runs her deep red tongue over the head and then down to his testicles, resting her forehead against the head of his cock before licking back up and meeting his eyes again.

"Alright, ****, I think we're nice and ready," Malcolm speaks and Fals shivers and nods, releasing his cock and backing away as she reaches up to her neck and begins to slip the fishnet body stocking off, following it up by slipping off her bra to expose her breasts and once she's fully naked, she turns away from him and reaches back, spreading her ass cheeks to show off her puckered anus and swollen wet cunt. Malcolm licks his lips and then pats his lap and she nods and backs towards him and then sits on his lap, his cock pushing into her cunt, forcing it open as one of his hands slides up to grab a handful of her left breast squeezing it as his other hand grabs a handful of her hair yanking her head back against his chest. As his cock sinks inside of her the pink swirls in her eyes solidify into tiny hearts and she lets out a loud gasp. as he hilts himself inside of her.

His fingers pinch her nipples as he begins to bounce her up and down on his cock, feeling her tight, young cunt squeezing around his cock, each bounce making her moan loudly, "Quiet, ****..." he mutters and she quickly moves both hands to cover her mouth, muffling herself as he continues to raise and drop her on his cock, tugging on her hair, making her eyes roll back. His movements speed up and soon the slap of her ass cheeks against his thighs ring out through the room along with her muffled cries of pleasure. Her flesh rippling with each hard smack and his cock stabs deep into her, her cunt has literally been shaped to fit his cock perfectly, every full thrust filling her completely from cervix to entrance and eventually he shoves her down and holds her down with his cock fully inside of her and she squirms, her cunt squeezing tightly, trying to milk his seed out of him and it doesn't take much longer before she's successful. She screams into her hands as she feels his cum filling her uterus and he whispers into her ear, "finish" he says and her toes curl as she is **** to orgasm by his command. He holds her as she shivers, riding out the end of her orgasm and once she's recovered completely he pushes her off and she drops forward onto her knees and then turns back to him, her eyes returning to the simple swirling mists as he speaks another command.

"Clean it, ****," he orders and she begins to lick every inch of his cock and groin clean with her tongue without any hesitation, once she's completed the task she looks up at him expectantly, "you have something on your mind?" he asks and she nods.

"Espia... You were being so nice to her... Are... are you planning to add her to our little family?" she asks looking hopeful and Malcolm chuckles.

"That is the plan. As for the actual plan though, standard procedure I'm not sure we'll need anything special for this one, just make sure it's completed before we reach Mnemaria," he orders and she nods, licking her lips hungrily, "now get dressed and head to bed, you'll need your sleep," he commands and she nods, putting her clothes back on and as soon as she steps outside of his room the mist disappears from her eyes and she blinks and slides a hand down to her cunt, feeling it, she's tingling and soaking wet and she doesn't know why. A sort of panic overtakes her as she tries desperately to remember what happened, but as soon as her thoughts turn to Malcolm something in her mind snaps and she forgets what she was concerned about. She returns to her room and takes a bath before going to sleep, her mind not letting her think about the male cum she washes out of her abused cunt and how it might have gotten there.