About on the Town

"Hmm." He vocalised as he walked the streets of Vale, lazily surveying all of the various people of the Kingdom who he passed by. There was a decent enough selection for someone who didn't have the abilities he now had access to, but after he'd spent a good amount of time fucking that hot cunt Cinder, now he was used to a bit of a higher standard of pussy. Occasionally he saw a nice plump Milf or a fit jogger, or the occasional... college student? He guessed. But nothing truly spectacular like he was after.

It was too bad Vale wasn't a Monarchy anymore, despite it still calling itself a Kingdom. If it was, then there would be a Queen or Princess around that he could fuck. Even if she wasn't a looker like Cinder, just the thrill of fucking one of the most powerful women alive would have been enough to do it for him.

Thankfully he'd expected this, which was why he'd brought his own entertainment. The mute dwarf girl that Roman had brought with him to the meeting was now bouncing along beside him being just the most adorable little cock sheathe he'd seen in a long time. She was skipping along beside him in that little pink number of hers, and it was already sexy enough that he hadn't really felt to mess with her yet, just enjoying the view.

Well that was a lie. He'd removed her bra before they left the hideout. Now as she skipped along her breasts were bouncing up and down with just the most wonderful jiggle to them. Even when she stopped for a moment they were big enough that they kept swaying for several seconds after, enough that he occasionally just wrapped his hand around her waist to give them a little nudge and send them jiggling again.

Maybe that was just how Huntresses were. The stronger they got, the hotter they got? No. That couldn't be it. His old teammate had kicked ass, and she was the most disgusting woman he'd ever seen.

While sightseeing was part of the appeal of being around on the town, they did have two jobs to be getting to. Firstly there was some random White Fang defector that needed getting rid of before he told anyone anything important. That would be so easy with his new powers that it was barely an inconvenience. He could probably tell the guy to go off himself and he'd do it. The second job was something that would definitely be easier for him than anyone else though.

There was a local mob boss in town who had been helping them out by hiring out some of his flunkies to help Roman with the dust robberies. But after the last lot got busted and jailed, the guy thought he could refuse to give them more on the grounds of some professional courtesy or some bullshit. Like honour among thieves was actually a thing. He was a Mob Boss. His boys probably got jailed all the time. He was just trying to be the big man and show he wasn't going to get walked over by some out of time types.

Well too bad for him he had tried this dick measuring exercise when he was in town. Now he was going to hand over his entire empire to them on a silver platter, and if he was lucky they would just take the parts of it they wanted and let him keep the rest.

The bookstore was on a street corner, and barely anyone seemed to be coming down this way. A peek through the window showed no one inside except for the owner, who was leaning onto the store counter like he was a few moments away from a nap. Honestly, he didn't even look worth the time. Unless the guy was some secret badass then why the fuck was he even needed here.

"Hey Pinkie." He said, turning to his jiggly companion. "You want to take this guy? I'm not feeling into it right now." Her eyes widened for a moment, and the smile on her face brightened up considerably. He got a very enthusiastic nod, before she spun her umbrella around in her hand once before pushing the store door open with a ring of the bell. He put his back to the door and pondered for a moment on the nature of his apparently quite bloodthirsty companion. Maybe she'd be up for a threesome wrecking Cinder some more. You could never go too far when it came to Cinder.

The door bell rang again only a few seconds later. Yep. There was absolutely no need for him on this mission at all. The guy had lasted... about 20 seconds? Probably less considering that Neo had had to waste time closing the blinds so no one accidentally saw her committing ****.

He looked down at her, looking completely pristine except for a tiny speck of blood on cheek. He reached up and brushed it away, and earned himself a very smug smile in response. "Enjoy that did you?" She nodded again, the smile on her face truly shining, and her eyes swapped colours a few time in apparent amusement. "Good girl." He said, placing his hand down on top of her head and giving her hair a little ruffle.

She seemed to appreciate that even more if the silent squeal he got out of her in response was anything to go by. "So where's this club we need to go to next?" She pointed in one direction, and began to walk that way with a skip in her step. He grabbed her by the wrist and spun her back around towards him. "You know, if they give us trouble we might need to kill to show we're not messing around. How does that sound? Want to kill a few useless mobsters?"

She was a mute, so it was mostly down to his personal interpretation of her body language and face to interpret what she meant, but if he was going to guess, he'd say that the look she was giving him right now roughly translated to "Do I Ever!!!"

Okay. This was official. She was a blood psycho who was at her most happy when she was killing. And that was fucking adorable. He'd officially found his new best friend here in Vale. In fact, he needed to make it official. "Hey Neo, don't you think it would be Normal for you to abandon that Roman fop and come be my minion instead?"

What he got in return was a momentary pensive look, followed by a shrug of the shoulders and a quick nod. Which probably translated as something like "Huh. I guess so."

"Great! Now lead onwards my valiant minion. To glory and ****!" He almost snorted as she raised her fist into the air and mouthed his little chant back at him like they were raising a toast together, before skipping off ahead of him towards their destination.

He followed along dutifully behind her, watching that small and tight body sway within the confines of her chosen outfit. So much woman condensed into such a small package, and she was an adorable murderhobo too. It was like she was made for him.

When they were finished putting that Mob Boss back in his place, they were going to go back to the base, and he was going to ride her like a Grimm Bronco.