[NPC perspective] Urko finds some new toys

Just like before, Urko doesn’t push himself to the front of the group. He waits as the other mites close in, yelling, chanting; waits, to see if the tiefling still has any fight in her. By the looks of it, she can’t even stand, but he hasn’t survived this long by taking silly risks.

Only once it’s clearly safe does he shove the others aside and advance, getting a better look. The girl regards him with defiance, fierce anger – but also fear. Urko has seen his appearance strike a range of emotions, mostly disgust and contempt, but never this. He rather likes it.

She keeps trying to hold herself up, on legs made of jelly, as if she still hopes to make a dash for freedom. Crouched down, her big tits shaking as she takes ragged breaths. Slowly he circles around her; she squirms, unable to fully follow his movement, still wary of the other mites all around.

He laughs as he sees what’s hindering her: her already fat ass, now rounder and more swollen than ever. He gives it a ringing smack, prompting a sharp gasp of – pain, yes, but not only that. She tries to hide it, but…

Curious, he begins to grope and squeeze the fleshy globe, and the girl’s protests are interrupted by breathy moans. Pleasure – unwanted lust. And now he finds the dart sticking out, the source of her distress. Where did that come from? Urko’s gaze follows the direction it must have come from, and he spots a metallic gleam in the grass.

“Bind her,” he tells the others. “Better, this time. Then, we teach her a lesson.”

He sees the shock and dread in her eyes. Yes, this is much better than having her asleep and passive. Urko had almost resigned himself to the fact that his new prize would slip through his fingers; that’s just the way it’s always been in the mites’ world, forever at the bottom of the food chain. But now he’s determined to keep her. He turns away as the others set to work, with his own mystery to solve.

Cautiously, he approaches that faint glint of metal. Pixie lance in hand, but ready to run for cover if he sees any sign of movement. Half-hidden in the grass, by the edge of the camp, he finds what he spotted: a discarded blowgun, and with it a small quiver of more darts, silvery and wicked-sharp.

There’s no sign of the owner. Urko relaxes a little, still wary, but curious. Whoever did this was content to ensure the girl didn’t escape – and to leave this behind…

Cruel thoughts creep into Urko’s mind. Carefully he lifts up a dart, observes the glistening of a clear fluid on the little shining barb. Some venom, or ****? Based on what the first dart did to the girl, this might get interesting…