Fuu Watches

Fuu had let Emmaline continue her game only because it had somehow worked. The ‘free’ prisoners had likely been corrupted by the same magic that had affected Becky and Liv. Emmaline had incapacitated the prisoners with a very simple grapple and the power of her lust filled words.

If Fuu wasn’t worried that the conflict would resume if she intervened, she would have. Instead Fuu was forced to keep an eye on the flirtatious woman to ensure she didn’t take her ‘teasing’ too far. The massive grin Emmaline gave Fuu when their eyes met told the monk that Emmaline knew all of it. Fuu was just another toy to play with.

Fuu watched Emmaline work, featuring for the other Bravos to start working on a more permanent solution. Becky took a few gestures before she looked away.

Becky, scarlet even in the flickering torchlight of the cave, quickly pulled out supplies to create a mobile alchemy lab. Fuu recognized some of the ingredients she pulled out but doubted she could name any of them. Hopefully she had something in mind to help with the corruption the women had been afflicted with.

Liv, looking disgusted, moved to the chained prisoners, moving deftly to unlock them. Despite her disgust, Liv’s face was as red as the other prisoners, who were watching Emmaline with rapt attention.

Fuu watched Emmaline maneuver Ivana over to the quivering Jen, releasing one arm from around the apothecary’s waist to reach down and pet the barmaids head. Jen’s eyes closed in pleasure as Emmaline’s fingers ran over her scalp.

Ivana, now only held by one loosely wrapped arm, did not try to escape. She clung to the arm around her waist with both hands, staring hard into the ground. She was trying to focus, but Fuu knew Emmaline wouldn’t let her.

A whispered word and a kiss to the neck, the corrupted woman was putty in the Acrobat’s hands. Fuu shifted slightly to gesture at Becky, who had become distracted again.

Fuu could understand the attention. Emmaline was dominating their minds and bodies with words and simple touches. She was a master of her craft and Fuu always liked watching masters at work.

Liv was staring at Fuu, trying to tell the monk with her eyes alone to stop Emmaline. Fuu almost didn’t want to.

Becky, holding two vials of some kind of creation, was staring at Emmaline again. Fuu walked over to help Becky up. “Are those for the prisoners?” Her voice was a calm, almost husky whisper. Fuu had to lick her lips to make herself speak clearly.

Becky nodded before following Fuu’s gesture and approaching Emmaline and the captives beside her.

Emmaline scratches at the back of Jen’s head, causing her to tilt her head back. “Open up, sweetheart~”

The barmaid obeyed instantly, closing her eyes with a moan and opening her mouth. Becky moved the vial to the woman’s open mouth, pouring the viscous concoction down her throat. She swallowed easily, whining when the vial was empty as she lapped at the drops remaining on the rim.

“Good girl~”

Fuu shifted forward as Becky almost buckled while trying to get the other vial open.

Ivana was leaning back, mouth moving, but no sound came out. The needy whine from Ivana caused a blush to bloom on Fuu’s face.

Emmaline turned to her. “Poor baby. Do you want to Mmm.~” The shivering prisoner lunged backward and locked Emmaline into a fierce kiss.

Ivana released her vice grip on the arm holding her only to wrap her arms around Emmaline's neck and kiss her. Fuu half expected this to be a ploy, but the desperate humping and moaning proved it wasn’t.

Emmaline let her free hand go to Ivana’s cheek as she kissed back. Her other hand remained exactly where it had been, not moving to lock Fuu into her current stance of only watching.

Becky forced Fuu to move. She made it to the lip-locked pair in two strides. Becky likely expected Fuu to force them apart by grabbing their shoulders. Fuu grabbed a fistful of Emmaline’s hair and pulled her head back, breaking a kiss and eliciting a truly whorish moan from the acrobat.

Becky took a few moments before she turned from staring at Fuu to coaxing Ivana’s lips away from Emmaline’s collar and toward the vial in her hands. Soon after, both corrupted girls were asleep but Fuu had not let go of Emmaline.

Emmaline was grinning at her like a cat who got into the cream even as Fuu’s tight grip on her hair remained. Fuu wanted to kiss that smile off her face.

There was a long moment before Fuu released her. “Good work. Let’s find these girls some clothes.” The first sentence was to Emmaline, the second was too the group at large.

The Bravos followed their orders well while they he prisoners watched them with still red faced interest