Sly, rat-faced Kint

As Obbo and Tybard shout at each other the thin, big-nosed man named Kint takes a step back and watches the argument. You slide up next to him and press your breasts against his shoulder.

"I want to be yours, Kint," you say.

He gives you an odd look and then a cold smile curls the corners of his mouth.

"You want me as your master?" Kent whispers. "Then come, quickly."

He takes you by the elbow and together you duck down a shadowy alleyway. He leads you quickly from one twisting backstreet to the next, sometimes pausing to hide in the shadow and other times dashing down cobbled alleyways. You pass through the pleasure districts.

Along the main streets the whores dangle from balconies, their breasts exposed, and call out to men and women passing by on the street below. Vendors sell spells to enhance pleasure or protect you from disease. Kint ignores it all, keeping you to the alleys and shadows. At first you seemed to be fleeing from Tybard and obbo, but now Kint is leading you with purpose down into the slums of Elohin.

You are out of breath from running throughout the entire city and Kint seems to recognize your exhaustion. He waves you to a halt in a foul-smelling bricked alleyway. It is dark and hot and the multi-floor stack houses seem to grow together in a jumble. The sounds of babies crying and shouting reach you from distant windows.

"Almost there," Kint says then you see that he is appraising your body.

The run has left you flushed and sweaty, your blonde hair plastered to your forehead and the sheer top and bottom stuck to your oiled flesh.

"Turn around," Kint says and your turn to face the filthy brick wall.

"Put your hands on the wall."

The bricks are slick with moisture and filth.

"Stick your ass out," Kint says, as he steps behind you.

You lean forward, pressing your tits against the cool stone and arching your back to offer your lush ass to the rat-faced brigand. You feel his hands on the backs of your legs, gliding up beneath the fabric, flipping the silky material up onto your back. You shudder at his touch.

The narcotic thrill of the creams and potions has left your pussy dripping with lust. Kint sees as much, his boney fingers encompassing your firm ass cheeks and squeezing, spreading them apart, and letting them slap together.

Kint's hands release their hold on your ass. A moment later you hear the shuffle of clothing. You look back over your shoulder at him as he unbuckles his belt and lowers his leather trousers.

His thin, curved cock springs free.

"Oh, yes," you gasp, without even thinking.

The rancid stink of garbage and the sounds of arguing in a nearby stack house are nothing as the skinny thug's cockhead presses against your slippery slit. He teases your hungry cunt, sliding his cock up and down the length of your opening, slapping it against your clit and sensitive lips. He takes hold of your hips and thrusts into you with sweetly agonizing slowness.

You feel every veiny inch sliding into your juicy pussy and you moan, pressing your cheek to the cold brick. Your pleasure turns to dismay when Kint completely withdraws his cock from your cunt on the first back-stroke. Before you can protest you feel his slippery cock nestle between your ass cheeks, the head pressed against your tight, pink hole.

The **** make it easy. Your tingling rosebud parts with a little pressue and his thin cock fills your tight butt. He grunts when his balls mash against your wet pussy. Kint remains in that position for several seconds, then begins to slowly slide his cock back. Just when you think he's about to take it from you again he slams it back into your ass with a **** that makes you gasp.

The teasing is over as Kint plows your pucker with steady, powerful strokes. Your ass slaps against him, his prick feeling huge as it skewers your tight backdoor with each thrust. You push back against him, eager to feel his meat throbbing inside you.

Kints fingers dig into your waist and he hammers into you again and again. Your breasts slap against the cold brick and even the rats scurrying in the garbage fall silent as you moan and cry with each stroke. You can feel Kint's pleasure growing, his cock swelling in your ass as he approaches his orgasm. You fuck back against him, eager to fell him painting your bowels with his spunk. Instead he pulls out and yanks you roughly to your knees.

"Suck it," he says and roughly drags your head to his cock.

You fill your mouth eagerly, tasting your ass and his salty precum. You hollow your cheeks and suck hard, swirling your tongue around and around as you bob your head and massage Kint's sweaty balls.

You feel Kint's balls tighten in your hands and a moment later you are rewarded with a jerk of Kint's cock and a molten flood of salty spunk in your mouth. He thrusts against your lips and with a grunt gags you and blasts his sperm straight down your throat. You swallow around his spasming cock and feel it twitch against your tongue as it pumps squirt after squirt into your belly. When he has finished cumming he pulls his cock from your mouth and tucks it back into his pants.

"Back on your feet," he says, lifting you by your elbow. "We have to go."

Kint leads you away from the darkened alleyway and deeper into the slums. You are surprised when Kint drops to a knee and uses a dagger to lever open a sewer cover. You reluctantly following him into the stinking darkness below the streets. The stones are slick and difficult and you must tread carefully next to the flowing river of human filth that courses through the sewer. Kint seems to know his way, relying only on a small lantern to light the way. After a time you veer from the river of sewage and into a dank tunnel. It is at least easier to walk.

You emerge from the tunnel into a chamber lit by strange, purple torches. The room is circular, still stinking, but cleaner than before. A gnarled and warty man, perhaps a half-troll judging by his blue-green skin, stands beyond a heavy iron door.

"Here for the boss," Kint says to the troll.

The troll's grin displays tusks and yellowed fangs. The corridor beyond seems to lead to some strange tavern judging by the noises, but Kint turns down a side hallway and knocks on the door there.

"This had better be good," a voice answers loudly.

"Boss, it's Kint."

The door unlocks and opens and you nearly scream with terror when you see an eye beast floating in the air. The creature is as tall as a man, speherical, and its top is covered in many eye stalks that look this way and that. On the round body - if you could even call it a body - is a huge, fang-filled mouth, and above that one huge eye that gazes at you and Kint with annoyance. The creature seems to be interrogating a thin brunette woman who has been tied tightly to a chair. No, not tied, held in place by magical hands that grasp her to the chair. She is bloodied and burned, her clothing revealingly torn, but she seems defiant.

"Kint, shall I disintegrate you and your friend immediately?" the eye asks and floats closer.

"My payment," Kint says, and with horror you realize he is talking about you.

"Mmmm," the eye beast looks you over. "She is a fine human specimen. Has she been branded?"

"No, she's all yours, boss," Kint says. "Worth at least as much as the money I skimmed."

"I believe you," the eye beast says.

A beam of light flashes from one of its eye stalks and strikes Kint. For an instant you see a skeleton where he stood, then there is nothing but a cloud of ashes in the air drifting slowly to the ground. You cringe away and the eye beast bellows with pleasure.

"Fool," he says. "Do not worry my dear. You have done me no wrong. But-"

The eye beast floats so close that you are backed against the door.

"You're mine now. I'll see to you in a moment. Wait outside in the hall."

Asking Kint to be your master probably was not a good idea.