Keep Fighting

Chapter Two

Gracela rolled to get clear of the charging beast. Her heavy melons swung up into its path and the monster couldn't resist the meaty teat. His fangs clomped down on her left tit, sinking into the soft flesh almost enough to pierce skin. Her fat pap completely filled the hellhounds maw as it began to whip his head about. Gracela screamed in both pain and anger as it shook her like a rat.

The way it slung her about felt as if it was trying to rip her beautiful tit clean off. Through the cloud of pain, her anger pointed her attention to the dagger still buried in the beast's shoulder. As her body flopped toward that side, she kicked the hilt hard, driving the blade deeper into the beast.

It dropped her and yelped in pain. She didn't know if her dagger or that Hamish had already killed one of the hounds reminded the beast that it could be hurt. But either way, it jumped back and let out a rumbling growl. Tit screaming, Gracela rolled to her feet. She risked a quick glance at the aching melon. Saliva dripped from the orb, bruises started to bloom where the hellhounds fangs latched on. Otherwise, the breast was as beautiful as always.

That was all the time the beast allowed. It howled and charged straight at Hamish. The hulking spell sword clapped his hands. No magic sparked. His brown eyes went wide as he threw out his arms to fend off the charging monster. "Lords above!"

Gracela shouted "No!" as the beast slammed into her companion's chest, aiming for his throat. She couldn't just stand there while the beast tried to kill her only friend. She cast about, there, her other dagger lay just at her feet. She snatched it up and rushed head long at the creature.

Her shoulder and bruised teat slammed into the creature. The monster let out an oof of breath, but continued to try to reach Hamish's throat. Anger, fear, boiled inside Gracela's gut. She sank her teeth into the beast's ear and stabbed her dagger over and over again into its flank. With the dirty fur in her mouth, she shouted incoherent curses at the beast, her blade flashing in and out of its flesh over and over again.

She knew not how long she stabbed the hellhound. Only after a time, Hamish grabbed her arm and cooed to her. "Stop, dear heart, it is dead."

She stood panting over the felled beast for several heartbeats. Once her mind finally accepted the creature was still as the grave, she turned her attention to Hamish. The hulking man grinned down at her. "I've always known you were a menace, but bringing hellhounds to our door, that's a new one."

She collapsed against the wall of their flat. "Real funny Hamish."

"I try," he bowed to her stiffly. Straightening with a groan, he leaned against his "thinking" stoop. "Why in all the seven realms would they send hellhounds after ya?"

Gracela tilted her head. The question hadn't occurred to her while being chased. "That is a damn fine ask, old wolf." She reached into her belt pouch. The fancy pants noble's purse still lay within. She slowly pulled it out. "No way they'd send them after me for a bit of coin." She dumped the contents of the purse into her left hand.

The fat jewel that tumbled out stole her breath. Completely filling her palm, it sparkled a deep jade green. The fat oval felt warm in her hand. No, it felt like it was growing warmer as she held it. Power shivered up her arm. Violet eyes wide, she looked up at Hamish.

The old spell sword's mouth dropped open. "Is...is that The Heart of Erashalla!" He rose to his full height, hands shaking as he reached to touch the large jade. "The void and all's below, girl what have you gotten us into now?"