Getting to the Point

“Ya know, people don’t think of axe throwing when the word ‘club’ is thrown around,” Beth remarked as she and Aeolia made their way through the tunnel-like halls of the club.

“They do if they think ‘weapon’ and not a place to hang out, dance and get drunk,” Aeolia slyly retorted, drawing a snort from Beth.

“Fair,” the dark haired girl admitted. “Still, kind of weird, right?”

“It’s the Abyss,” Aeolia shrugged, “not exactly limited by things like building codes or space constraints.”

Beth nodded. “Guess that makes sense. If there’s people asking for it, there’s money to be made from it.”

With most people at the club heading to the two concurrent shows, the throwing range was rather empty. An attendant at the entrance desk lazily looked up at them.

“Guess you two aren’t in the mood for the shows, huh?” he asked.

“Not our vibe,” Aeolia answered.

“Fair enough,” the man said with a shrug. “Just stick to the rules and enjoy.”

He pointed at a display on the wall behind him, where a robust poster was affixed. The rules were the common sense sort of thing: no throwing anything at anyone, no fighting, only throwing approved munitions, ect.

“We will,” Aeolia affirmed and the pair paid their way in. As they walked to their assigned lane, they took in the sights of people electing physical activity to music. Most were men, but a few athletically inclined women were in attendance.

“Wonder if this place pops off?” Beth mused as they reached their spot. It was a long corridor of concrete with a low wall separating the throwing area and the range. A pair of cushioned benches lined the walls for seating and a touchscreen display lay inset of the wall near the throwing spot.

“Looks like we can order up our ammo from here,” Aeolia noted as she tapped the screen. “And order drinks and food.”

“Not sure how getting drunk will help us stick to the rules,” Beth remarked dryly.

“Guess that’s why they have bouncers around,” Aeolia said with a smirk. “To keep an unruly guest in check.”

Beth shrugged. “We promised to not get drunk, so no risk there. What sort of ammo we got? Not sure if I can spin an axe.”

“Let’s see,” Aeolia murmured as she tapped the screen. “Axes, spears, darts. Oh, look, baseballs.”

“Better than nothing,” Beth said. “What are you planning to throw?”

“Still looking,” Aeolia answered as she flipped through the catalog. “Why do they have pistols?”

“Becasue some people want to reenact olde timey duels?” Beth joked.

“I feel that would run against the rules, and people can just throw up a barrier and do that,” Aeolia said. “Hundred bucks the guns are enchanted to not work if they’re not pointing down the range?”

“No bet, because even I could figure that out,” Beth said.

“How about a distance game then?” Aeolia smirked. “Looks like we can extend the range a good distance. We each pick our weapon of choice and whoever gets closest to the bullseye gets the dough.”

“I think that’s a bet,” Beth grinned. “Grab me some balls!”

“I know you had too much fun saying that,” Aeolia said in a flat voice as she picked their ammo. A flash of light appeared on the dividing wall and a set of three baseballs were left in its wake. “But I think I’ll try the axes.”

More light and next to the balls a trio of hand axes appeared. Aeolia picked one up and tested its weight.

“You sure you want to try them with the bet on the line?” Beth asked. “Victory’s not that sweet if I’m going in way too advantaged.”

“I use a glaive,” Aeolia flatly remarked. “Throwing isn’t my wheelhouse, but I still think I can beat you.”

Aeolia ended her taunt with a smirk and Beth let out a huff as she picked up a ball. “Your loss. Just don’t go crying to me when I blow you out of the water.”

Aeolia let Beth step up to the throwing spot as she dialed in the target. “How about we make this a little more interesting? Looks like we can set the distance of the target. How about we each put up ten bucks for the closest one and hundred for the furthest, with increasing pots in between?”

“It’s your wallet’s funeral.” Beth grinned as she rolled her shoulder to loosen it. The target sat a mere ten meters down the range and Beth began to roll the ball in her hand to build up spin. Once she got it up to speed, she drew back, leg lifting off the ground before she pitched with all her might.

The baseball flew through the air with perfect accuracy, striking the levitating target plate dead center, a ‘bullseye’ notification appearing on the control display.

“Easy as pie,” Beth gloated as she stepped back.

Aeolia only smirked at her before she took her place at the throwing line. With only a little wind up, she tossed the axe with calm assuredness, easily hitting the bullseye.

“Well, look at that, a tie,” Aeolia said smugly, beaming at Beth. “Guess we keep our tens and move up to the next spot.”

“I feel like I’m getting played,” Beth muttered as the target moved back ten meters.

“Going to pull out?” Aeolia needled.

“Fuck no! I ain’t a quitter," Beth remarked. “Just because you’ve done more training than I have doesn’t mean I’m out of this yet.”

Beth hip checked Aeolia out of the way, a bit more forcefully than playfully, and spun the second ball up to speed. Twenty meters was hardly a greater challenge and she hit the center with ease. A feat Aeolia matched.

Meter by meter they were evenly matched, until they reached the final target, one hundred meters away.

“You know,” Beth said, letting her last projectile spin in her palm, “I never thought I would be causally throwing things a football field away.”

Several meters worth of competition had brought her indignation down to a playful simmer and Aeolia smiled wholeheartedly.

“Glad to be of service,” she said before letting out a thoughtful hum.

“Not sure I like that hum,” Beth remarked as she eyed Aeolia warily.

“Just thinking of changing up the bet a bit,” Aeolia revealed as she lazily tossed her last axe up and down.

“Still not liking it,” Beth said. “What’re you thinking?”

“I think instead of cash, the loser will owe the winner a favor,” Aeolia smirked, “a sexual favor.”

“Like I have anything else to give,” Beth dryly remarked. She bounced her final baseball in her palm. “I’m game.”

Beth stepped up to the plate, spinning up the ball to its full speed. A high pitched whistling noise rang from the ball as Beth wound up for the final pitch. With everything she had, she let the ball fly, its rotation letting it race in a dead straight line nearly the whole one hundred meters.

It struck the target with a loud crack and Beth’s head swiveled to the control panel to see the result. The screen read ‘97.6’.

“Damn it,” Beth cursed as she saw the lack of a bullseye.

“Only being off by less than three points at one hundred meters isn’t exactly something to pout over,” Aeolia remarked. “That’s still a solid hit.”

“Let’s see you do better,” Beth grumpily remarked, a faint dusting across her cheeks.

Aeolia didn’t issue a retort, instead stepping into place and readying her arm. As she moved to pitch, she let her mana flow around the axe. It wasn’t the notus metal of her glaive so the conduction wasn’t great, but she could still employ her element to assist her aim. It wasn’t all that different from Beth’s method really. Just more refined from years of training.

Her last axe soared through the air, buoyed by an unseen swirling mass of wind. That minor squall kept the weapon from straying from the intended path and carried it to its mark.

The screen read ‘98.1’.

“That was my best shot,” Aeolia said as Beth stared at the display. “Years of training and there’s only a point four difference between us. I think you might be able to get that hundred with a little more practice.”

“You don’t have to try and make me feel better,” Beth protested, but didn’t stop Aeolia from pulling her into a sidehug.

“Comes with the territory,” Aeolia murmured into her ear. “I didn’t change up the bet because I was afraid of losing money. I knew it’d be a close thing and didn’t think cash should be on the line for something so small.”

“No, but owing you a lewd favor is.” Beth snorted, her mood shifting back up.

“It’s not like we wouldn’t be doing that anyway,” Aeolia remarked with a grin, her hand drifting up to Beth’s chest, teasing the small bump from over her tank top. “In fact, this competition has got me a little worked up. Think I might cash in that favor right away.”

“R-really!?” Beth asked, her breath hitching as Aeolia played with her breast. She made no attempt to stop Aeolia.

Aeolia smirked and, with her free hand, grabbed one of Beth’s and guided it between her legs and up her skirt. Beth gasped as Aeolia pressed her fingers against the winged woman’s bare pussy.

“Going commando?" Beth whispered even as she began to do what Aeolia didn’t have to ask her to do, finger her pussy.

“You know I don’t like them that much,” Aeolia remarked. “At least, not when I’m wearing them.”

“And they say I’m the risky one,” Beth murmured.

“Get to work, princess,” Aeolia ordered, barely able to keep her voice even as Beth began to increase the speed of her fingers.

Despite her confident facade, Aeolia’s heart thrummed in her chest. This was more than she had ever done, and her knees were weak with pleasure and adrenaline. She captured Beth’s lips to quiet a moan as her punky lover used her intimate knowledge of her pussy to drive her passions higher.

“Hitting the bullseye there, right?” Beth teased as they broke apart, a taunt that Aeolia met by pinching her nipple.

“And you were getting on my case for not wearing anything under my skirt.” Aeolia smirked as Beth whined at the action.

“Bit harder to flash someone my itty bitties,” Beth countered weakly.

“Hmm, I think your mouth could do something a bit more productive,” Aeolia hummed, her hand leaving Beth's breasts and gently pushing down on her shoulder.

“Really?” Beth asked, a hint of worry creeping into her voice, Aeolia’s desire clear.

“We’ll be fine,” Aeolia assured her. “Trust me.”

The warmth in her voice did douse Beth’s fears of getting caught and she sank down to a squat as Aeolia leaned against the wall. She used one hand to hike up her skirt and the other to press Beth’s face against her pussy, something that the dark haired girl did not resist in the slightest, even given her slight fear. Beth dutifully began licking, causing Aeolia’s head to tilt back and eyes to roll.

“Just like that, princess,” Aeolia encouraged, her fingers gently massaging Beth’s scalp. Even as Beth worked her towards cumming, Aeolia kept her senses peeled. The risk of getting caught was only worth it if they managed to not be found. It was the thrill of evading detection that really pushed her buttons over the notion of being seen, even if that did tickle some smaller part of her mind.

The sounds of people throwing in nearby lanes and the dull distant thumps of dance floor music kept the sounds of pussy eating and moans from being heard and the big ticket shows seemed to keep anyone, guest or employee, from walking past their lane. Aeolia couldn’t help but grind her pussy against Beth’s face, racing to reach her peak before anyone could come across them.

“Cumming,” she grunted, hand holding Beth’s head still as an orgasm crashed upon her, Beth’s tongue running up and down her lips as she quivered in place. “Wow, it really is better with more on the line.”

Beth casually licked Aeolia’s lips. “Really?” she asked with a grin, the evidence of their tryst shining on her face. “Couldn’t tell.”

Aeolia lightly nudged Beth back before hauling her to her feet and capturing her stained lips with her own.

“Would you like a taste of it?” Aeolia asked after they broke apart.

Beth sputtered for a moment before curiosity and arousal got the better of her and she nodded. Aeolia wasted no time and captured Beth’s lips once more. Her hands deftly moved down Beth’s lithe body, nails ghosting over the skin of her exposed midriff, and stopped when they hit the edge of her pants. With her eyes closed, as she was savoring how Beth moaned into their kiss, Aeolia undid the button and slipped a hand down to Beth’s pussy.

Beth broke their kiss as Aeolia’s fingers slipped into her wet core, a keen whine threatening to grow into a full blown cry of pleasure.

“Got to keep your voice down, princess,” Aeolia whispered into Beth’s ear. “Unless you want to get caught.”

Beth bit her lip as Aeolia increased the pace of her fingers before she buried her face in the crook of Aeolia’s neck.

“It’s thrilling, isn’t it?” Aeolia asked as she kept at it, the slicking sound of her fingers growing louder. “Right on the edge of getting found in such a compromising position, heart pounding from both that and my fingers playing you like a fiddle. It’s enough to bring you right to the peak!”

Aeolia found one of Beth’s sensitive spots and struck it with all her sexual prowess. Beth’s head snapped back, her mouth open as she came and Aeolia sealed their lips together to quiet her before she gave away the game.

It was one of the sweetest kisses she’d ever had.

Aeolia withdrew her hand and fastened Beth’s pants while Beth bonelessly leaned against her.

“I should lose more bets against you if this is how they turn out,” she said once her breath had returned.