"When are we moving in?"

Slark peered around the corner and bit his tongue. Mireska was being a bit too impatient for his liking, but he was sure the perfect opening was just about to reveal itself. Any moment now he'd make the jump: pounce across the room, grab the idol in midair, and slide safely out in the span of a mere second. It played out in his head so perfectly -- a textbook example of a quick, clean heist. If he didn't have that damn fairy distracting him, he'd be home free by now.

"Slark?" she hissed, anxious and angry at how quiet he was being. The two of them seemed to get along just fine earlier, but now he was trying to act like he was working alone. The nerve! Couldn't he see that she was just as good of a treasure-hunting bandit as he was?

"Listen," he growled, his eyes still carefully watching the lone guard, "you just stay right where you are, and I'll come and get you out after I grab the thing. Alright?"

Mireska huffed. "No, it isn't alright," she started, trying her hardest to keep her voice quiet. "Why don't I take him down while you do your thing, huh? Why've you got to keep this bastard alive?"

The Nightcrawler said nothing in response, but shifted to the right ever so slightly and crouched down. A simple leap. That's all it would take.

"Don't you think it's a wee bit stupid to leave a witness?" she hissed.

"Don't worry. He's not gonna see a thing."

Without waiting for her response, Slark leapt forward, arms outstretched as he hurtled towards the statue sitting innocently on the podium. His gaze fixated and he readied himself for the grab as he flew closer and closer.

His claws wrapped around the shape of the strange figure, but panic filled his mind as he realized the statue wasn't keen on letting go. He swung around, still clutching the idol, as it refused to budge from its spot. He let out a pathetic yelp, and the fae guard whirled around where he stood, drawing his blade. "Hey!" he cried, nearly running towards Slark as the Slithereen hit the floor.

Mireska rolled her eyes. Getting up from her position, she darted behind the guardsman and tackled him to the ground, arms around his neck, hearing him choke until he went completely limp. Sighing, she pried the blade from his hands and calmly walked over towards the pedestal, where Slark had already stood up, doubled over with nausea. She tapped the weapon a single time to the idol and picked it up effortlessly, discarding the sword to the side. Then, unimpressed, she looked down at the Slithereen beneath her.

"I'll bet you wish no one saw that."

Still laying on the floor, Slark huffed at her. "Alright. You got me. I didn't know about that."

She put her nose up and cradled the statue in her arms. "It's simple faerie magic, Slark. I could've told you all about it."

"Well, you didn't."

"I could have." She left the words "but you didn't let me" unsaid, and only gave him a wry smirk. Perhaps this would teach him to listen to her on the future. She extended a hand to help him up. Narrowing his eyes, he took it without a word.

"Now what do you say we get our asses out of here?" she asked, rather rhetorically.

"I remember you saying they'd be looking for us pretty quickly."

"FREEZE!"

Their heads both snapped towards the doorway, where another guardsman was already poised to strike and clutching his blade intently. Then, looking behind him, they noticed a commotion beginning to stir.

"Run?"

"Run."

If there's one thing Slark liked about fairies, it was how they didn't seem to have discovered ranged weaponry yet. The two of them could easily outrun and outmaneuver any of the guardsmen pursuing them, and likely outfight if they ever even had to. The narrow, dim streets and alleys of Little Revtel made for excellent hiding places: all they would have to do is turn a corner or two and the guards would be off their tail before they could even get on it.

Mireska grabbed Slark's arm and dove into a shadowy corner, clutching against him tightly. She pulled him on top of her -- he really wasn't as heavy as she thought he'd be -- and from her belt unhooked her wisp's cage and rattled it to awake the spirit within.

"Hey, Jex," she said, opening the tiny cage door. "Go ahead and cause a distraction for us, will ya?"

The mischievous little ball didn't have to be told twice. It zipped through the air and directly into the guardsmen's line of sight. With a musical whistle, it flew away, and they followed quickly.

She grinned. "Wonder what kind of mischief he's gonna get up to."

Slark didn't respond. His mind was elsewhere.

"Uh, Slark?"

"Huh? Oh. Jex. Mischief. Yeah, slippery little bugger, isn't he?"

It occurred to Mireska that perhaps he wasn't used to sitting on someone else's lap. She patted him as a gesture to climb off of her, but he didn't budge.

"Something the matter, big guy?"

"Uh, no. Nothing. Sorry. Bulge."

"What?"

"Sorry! Didn't mean to, uh… I-- I'll just stop talking now."

It clicked in her mind. What Slark wasn't used to was the feeling in her pants.

"Oh, ho ho. Suppose you've gotten yourself a little distracted now, haven't we?"

He didn't say a word, but shifted his legs uncomfortably. Then he tried to pull himself away, but Mireska tightened her grip around his arms and brought her face close to his ear.

"Want to have a bit of fun?*

She began to grind slowly against his butt, the thin layers of cloth between their bodies not doing much to hide her growing erection. Slark's loincloth didn't leave much to the imagination -- getting hard would just poke the skimpy cloth out of the way. With one hand still grabbing onto his arm, she reached her other around to gently stroke across his wet, slimy body.

"Gods, fish are gross," she muttered to herself as she felt her fingers get slippery. It was a mystery to her how the Slithereen stayed so… watery even on land, but the science didn't exactly concern her right now. It would be useful for her, strange as that might be. Her hand gradually lowered until it lay resting upon his loincloth, where she already felt him growing. She snickered, and tore the cloth to the side, exposing his tapering, pink cock, shyly poking out of its slit.

He'd stayed mostly quiet until then, but as she put her hand upon his pecker, he moaned quietly. He shifted his legs again and tried to cross them, but the Dark Willow wasn't having any of his nervousness.

"Come on now. Don't be shy; it's not like I'm gonna hurt you or anything."

She curled her dainty fingers around his shaft and began to stroke, each motion bringing his member a little more out of the slit. His length was pretty impressive, though admittedly, she wasn't sure what the average size was for a freakish Slithereen with legs. Regardless, it looked like she'd be able to fit it in her mouth, even with her small frame -- if she wanted to, of course.

But she had other plans for Slark. Plans he didn't seem to have any disagreements with. He groaned as she continued to stroke him off, throwing his head back in pleasure with each of her careful motions. He wasn't so used to such gentle foreplay… or foreplay at all, really. By this time, he'd usually be bent over with his face in the ground, begging for mercy. But Sunbreeze was different. It was unusual… but nice.

Of course, his dick wasn't the only one growing with excitement. Letting go of Slark, Mireska patted him once more to get off of her, which he obeyed. "Look," she said, and Slark's attention turned towards her. Then, she grabbed at her leafy pants and pulled down, her throbbing cock standing at full attention. Slark had felt it pressing up against him, but he had underestimated the sheer size of the thing. Perhaps it was partly a matter of perspective: Mireska's petite frame only served to make her cock look much bigger. Still, Slark couldn't deny that it was certainly one of the larger dicks he'd ever laid eyes upon, though he was unsure if that were more telling of his previous partners or Mireska herself.

He could only gulp. She grinned. "Get back on, fish boy," she said, her tone playful yet demanding. Not wanting to disappoint her, Slark did as he was asked and placed his butt upon her lap once more, now nothing between his wet body and her pink cock. It throbbed in between his cheeks, pushing up against his waiting hole. He squirmed with excitement.

Though Mireska was eager to get straight to business, she wanted to tease him for a little bit longer first. Slark was vulnerable, but still a bit reserved. She'd soften him up a bit first, and then strike when his defenses were lowest.

"No need to rush, big guy. Why don't you grind against me for a bit before I give it to ya?" she asked, putting her hands behind her head as she leaned back.

Slark gulped. Her request was innocuous enough, but her tone led him to believe there was something behind it. Not like he was in much of a position to question it, though. He did as he was told and started rubbing his ass against her cock, getting it nearly as wet as his skin.

She smiled as he moved his butt back and forth, swinging his tail slightly from side to side. "You've done this before, haven't ya? I can tell."

He let out a soft moan as he nodded, too embarrassed to speak.

"Well, now, don't be shy. Who else has had the privilege of a fishy lapdance from the Nightcrawler himself?"

Slark hesitated to answer. Still trying to cling on to any scraps of dignity he had left, he decided maybe she would think better of him if he didn't reveal exactly how many people he'd bottomed for.

"Tidehunter…" he started, his voice barely above a whisper, "fuckin' loved it when I sat on him like this…"

"Ooh, big fella!" Mireska giggled. "I bet you rode him a few times too, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Wow. Bet you couldn't walk straight for a while."

He bit his tongue. Saying nothing, he pushed his ass up against her and bounced a few times, hoping she'd forget the discussion and focus on fucking him.

But she wasn't giving up so easily. "I bet Slardar's gotten a piece of this too, hasn't he?"

Bashfully, he nodded without a word.

"Tell me what that was like."

This fairy was curious, but it seemed like she wasn't going to let up unless Slark played along. He sighed, and started to tell her about that one weekend where Slardar agreed to hide him from the Guard in exchange for his ass.

His body language shifted as he recounted the story, getting more and more relaxed as Mireska pressured him for more details. Still grinding against her, her cock only grew more impatient with each passing moment.

"So I'm guessing you weren't riding him all the time, eh?"

"Nah… sometimes, I remember, he'd bend me over, and pound me standin' up."

Perfect.

She pushed him forwards and sprung up from the ground, then grabbed his arms before he fell. He let out a small yelp, his whole body quivering as she held onto him tight. Letting go with one arm, she grabbed her cock with the free hand and pushed it against his asshole, finding little resistance as it slid in easily. He gasped, and stifled a cry of pleasure as he fought to catch his breath.

"Like that?" she asked nonchalantly.

Still struggling to breathe, he hissed a reply through his teeth. "Yes! Fuck, just like that!"

"Glad to hear you like it."

She moved her hands again, one now firmly grasping his scaly ass, the other yanking on his torn tail. Her balls slammed against his scales as she thrust roughly, in and out, deep inside of him. "Damn," she grunted, "Tide's been busy with you, hasn't he?"

The question was rhetorical, but she'd worked Slark up to the point where he was more willing to share. "Almost… every… fuckin'... day…" he moaned in between his panting.

She laughed, giving his ass a smack. "Every day! What a slutty fish you are."

"D-damn right," he said, spreading his legs a little further out to illustrate his point.

She almost couldn't believe it. He broke so easily: not even half an hour ago, he was acting so cocky, so confident, so snide… and now, here he was, admitting to being a dirty little fish who wants nothing more than a good dicking.

"Moan for me, you naughty bitch," she demanded, working towards pounding him harder and faster. Her wings fluttered with excitement as she felt herself getting closer to orgasm, eager to fill him with her load.

He let his tongue hang out as he nearly sang with ecstacy. "Fuck, Mireska, I need you so fuckin' bad! C-cum inside me already, please!" His pleading was so strained, so desperate, that she was almost surprised -- it sounded like he was enjoying this a lot more than she was.

But she knew, deep down inside her, she loved it just as much.

With a final, exasperated huff, she thrust deep inside of him and came. Her cock throbbed and twitched as it shot one hot, sticky strand after another inside of him. She wasted no time in pulling herself out, letting her cum run out of his gaping ass and down his quivering leg.

Totally out of breath, he collapsed, still shaking as he basked in the feeling of the warmth still lingering in his butt. But the little fairy wasn't so easily spent. He glanced up as he heard her footsteps circle behind him. Then, she sprawled in front of him, legs spread, her flaccid, sticky cock hanging out in full view.

"Not done yet, fishy boy. Why don't you get to work on cleaning me up, hmm?"

Slark nodded, pushing himself up, the sight of her thick cock filling him with newfound energy. He flicked his tongue out to get a taste -- sweet, almost peachy -- and looked up at her with uncertainty. She wasn't scared of the teeth, right?

"Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. Don't try anything funny and you'll be juuust fine."

He nodded. There wasn't much left for him to say. All he could do now was serve -- something she clearly thought he was good at. Tilting her head back, Mireska let out a deep, satisfied sigh as she felt the wet stickiness of his tongue lap away at her.

--

The fairy recruit looked up. "So, after this hand, we're gonna go catch those bandits from earlier, right?"

His chief simply grunted in response. He tossed his cards on the table and leaned back in his chair. "Fold," he grumbled, twirling his mustache with contempt.

"I just feel like, you know, we can't keep doing this all day. Feels like we're getting distracted from the important stuff."

"Damn it, Alex, can't you just appreciate one tiny good thing? We're chasing murderers and thieves all day, and this nice little wisp invites us for a round of cards, and you're saying we should get back to work?"

"Well, when you put it like that… yeah, sorry, chief." The young fae looked timidly back down at his cards without another word.