Locum Tenens 03

~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~

Loki's on a mission - find the bad guys and make sure they never bug the orphans again. All chapters in this tale are complete and have been submitted. Hopefully, the kind, gracious, smartly-attired, and gorgeous admins will release a new episode every day or so.

~~~ Dora's Orphanage ~~~

I traveled back towards the main thoroughfare again - leaving the neighborhood where I'd spent the last day or so quickly behind.

I'd barely gone more than a couple blocks before I felt my voyeuristic visitor's attention settle on me. As I walked, I studied the tendrils of magic with my mind and my own magic - trying to figure out what she was doing.

I got the impression that she was using some kind of skill that caused people's eyes to skip over her and - if they did see her - to quickly forget what she looked like and that they had spotted her. I also felt some sort of tracking skill. This thing felt like some sort of tracer that she had placed on me. She had marked me as her target and - even if I suddenly disappeared - she would be able to figure out where I'd gone. Eerily enough, it seemed like that - even if I took flight - I would leave behind some kind of trail that she could follow.

I hadn't seen much of her - especially since she'd been dressed in a tight-fitting bodysuit. I knew she was extremely fit. Her eyes had sparkled as I had eaten Dora out. Those things were enough to make me want to fuck her. The All-Father must have done a hell of a job on my libido. I could climax multiple times with only a quick break between - and I always seemed to be horny. Old women tried to swat my ass and women my age blushed when I winked at them. Even little Alia had smarted off to me when I had teased her - telling me that she wasn't old enough to marry. The god had suggested that I'd be something of a babe-magnet but I really hadn't expected this. I wasn't complaining though. Nella had been amazing and Dora was... magical.

I suddenly thought that I should have gone back up on the roof to see what that giant green pulse had done to the garden. The ninja girl had left until that happened and then she came back to see what was going on. Something unusual had definitely occurred.

I arrived back at the main road. The stealthy woman was still tracking me. I headed south again and made it several more blocks before I saw one of the fire mages working to burn off the waste in the walled cistern. I wondered if I could watch his magic and learn anything from it.

I eased over beside him, trying not to bother him. As the smoke trailed off of the burning waste, he turned to look at me.

"Mind if I watch?" I asked. "I thought maybe I could get a job doing this if I have the knack."

"Suit yourself," he said, laughing softly. "The pay's... well... shit."

He laughed at his own joke. I joined him.

"You wouldn't have a biscuit or something?" he asked me. "I didn't get any breakfast and I'm a little nauseous."

I dug around in my pack, keeping an eye out to make sure he wasn't just distracting me so that he could rob me. I found a biscuit in a linen cloth that - if I remembered right - had come from the alley murderer.

"Not sure how good it is...," I said, offering it to him.

"Better than nothing...," he replied. "Thanks."

I dug out my waterskin and held it up as well.

"It... uh... IS a little dry," he said, smiling.

He took the skin and waterfalled some of the liquid into his mouth. I wondered if they knew about germs here. I appreciated him not putting his mouth on the thing. I laughed as it suddenly occurred to me that this thing hadn't even been mine a few days ago. I was basically kissing a dead man every time I took a drink from it.

Despite not knowing why I had laughed, the fire mage grinned back and returned the skin. He quickly finished the rest of the dried biscuit.

"Thanks," he said. "That helped a lot. Watch with your head and your magic..."

I nodded.

I could sense little at first. I had just started to get a notion of what was happening when the waste in the cistern flared into flames. We both stepped back. He glanced at me - giving me a questioning look. I shook my head.

"This'll die down and I'll start again," he said. "I'll warn you now that - if you take this up - it's pure hell for the first month or so. After that, the magic starts coming easier and it's not so bad. Obviously, it still tires you out - especially if you haven't eaten recently. You'll want a washtub outside of your house. As soon as you get home, throw your clothes in the tub and scrub the shit out of them."

He grinned at me - waiting to see if I got his joke. I smiled and nodded.

"Scrub the shit out of them - got it," I replied.

He cuffed me on the shoulder and laughed.

"I actually have two sets of work clothes," he offered. "I leave them to soak for a while. The shit comes out easier that way."

He grinned again and I grinned back.

"A little citrus juice in the wash-water seems to help kill the lingering smell," he added.

"Good advice, thanks," I replied.

"The pay sucks but the work never lessens - the money isn't much but it's constant."

I nodded again.

"Here we go...," he said, moving towards the cistern once more and raising his hands to point at it. "You don't have to use your hands but it helps me focus on where I want the heat to grow and grow until it explodes into flame."

I watched as he poured his magic into the pool of shit and urine. I somehow saw the heat - even as I felt waves of it billowing off of the nasty mixture... Just as I felt it begin to combust, I stepped back - a split-second before he did.

"You caught that... That's good," he said. "Wanna try?"

"Alongside you?" I asked.

"Never thought to try it like that," he replied. "Might make more sense than how I learned. Just match your flows to mine."

We stood and watched the flames get lower and lower until the offal was simply smoking again.

"Ready?"

"We'll see...," I said.

He grinned and stepped forward.

I raised my hands like he did. As the magic flowed, I tried to match it. It had a different color to it than my healing - or Dora's plant magic - I tried to match the color of it - and push it towards the stinky...

I leapt back a half-second behind him - barely saving my eyebrows.

He laughed.

"I think you were starting to get there at the end," he said, still laughing.

"Pretty sure my clothes smell like smoke and shit," I said, laughing as well.

"More shit than smoke...," he replied, grinning.

It took me two more tries before I felt like I was doing more than just raising the temperature of the pool of piss and poo.

I shook the fire mage's hand and told him that I was heading off to burn my clothes. He laughed and waved as I left.

I headed back down the main thoroughfare once more. A half-block later, I sensed my tracker again. I hadn't felt her while I'd been trying to learn how to set shit on fire and I thought maybe she had finally left.

As I walked, I wondered if I could trick my healing magic into believing that the smoke and feces spores on my clothes were some kind of infection. If I could, I might be able to create a pustule - a shit pustule - that I could use on some poor bad guy.

I laughed at the thought of giving some schmuck an injury and then infecting it with feces spores.

I tried multiple times but couldn't make it work. The smell didn't seem as bad though. Either my nose was getting used to the odor or the magic had done something to the spores.

I wondered if I could burn the microorganisms up. I tried to mimic the tracker's magic to locate a shit spore. When I thought I had found one, I pushed heat into it. I focused on not heating anything except the spore itself. The last thing I wanted to do was to set my clothing on fire while I was walking down the road.

I swore I heard something like popcorn popping in the microwave. I immediately lost track of the shit spore. I wondered if I'd actually gotten it to work. I located another spore and started lighting it up. Soon it popped as well.

I stepped out of the main path and started methodically searching out each spore and nuking them - one by one. It took several minutes but I was getting pretty fast at it by the time I decided that I'd gotten them all.

My watcher was still tracking me. At the next side-street, I took a left and followed it until I came to a narrow alley. I sent my new tracking-magic down the alley to see if I could tell if anybody was there. I didn't sense anyone.

I walked down the alley until I reached the end. I turned back the way I had just come and then began taking off my clothes.

When I was completely naked, I waited a moment. The watcher was still there.

"You wanna fuck or what?" I called out to my invisible follower.

Though I couldn't see her, I "watched" her climb down the wall like a spider. I decided that I needed to learn that bit of magic. I kept my eyes on where she was as she got closer and closer.

"How are you doing that?" she asked, fading into existence a few steps away.

"I sensed your magic and just studied it until I started figuring it out," I told her. "Can you teach me how to climb walls?"

She looked me up and down. The only part of her body that I could see was her eyes, her hands, and her feet. Apparently, she had to be able to touch the surfaces in order to stick to them.

"Can you use your mouth on my pussy and make me scream like you did the orphanage woman?" she asked me.

"I can definitely give it a try," I replied.

She looked around - studying the walls as if she could see through them. Given what I'd already learned about sensing people, she might very well have been.

"I guess this works," she said.

I laid my cloak on the ground and then spread my clothes out on top of it. She nodded.

She looked hard into my eyes for a moment and then sighed.

She began to remove her bodysuit. She had dark hair - so black that it almost looked blue. It was cut in a crew cut. The cut of her hair caused my eyes to focus on her narrow, cute, slightly-pointed nose, her thin eyebrows, her stormy-grey eyes, and her perfect, kissable lips. Her smile was slightly wider than her lips - which made her mouth seem smaller until it opened. When she opened her mouth, I couldn't help but imagine that it would easily accept my fully-engorged cock.

As she undressed, I discovered that she was naked underneath the bodysuit. Her tits were firm B-cups with tiny nipples that stood out in the cool morning air. She had shaved her vulva. By the time she got the outfit all of the way off, my cock was stiff and ready for a taste of her.

She giggled nervously.

She walked over, picked up my pack and set it on the hood of my cloak. She lay down, resting her head on the pack. Either she wanted to watch me work - or she wanted to be able to keep an eye on the alley while I ate her out - maybe both.

I got to my hands and knees and crawled between her thighs. I raised her legs until she bent her knees. I grabbed the rounded but firm cheeks of her ass in my hands and brought my lips to her lady-lips.

"Aww, frig!" she gasped as I slid my tongue up her slickening slit.

Her right hand went to my head. Her left began squeezing her breasts and pulling at her tiny nipples.

"Like that...," she moaned appreciatively.

I licked her bare coochie, sucked her pussy lips, and licked up and down her glistening furrow. I stiffened my tongue and stabbed it in and out of the mouth of her vagina. She pulled my hair and continued to moan. She ordered me to dig deeper and go faster.

I flicked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue and she barely reacted. I slid two fingers into her cunt and sucked it for a moment - and her back arched and she cried out.

"Gods!" she gasped. "Oh, frig! Not quite so... Shit! Aww... ffff...."

Her body began shuddering and convulsing and she never finished that syllable. She rode out a massive climax. Her voice keened higher and higher.

"Suck it! Please! Fff.. fingers!"

I quickly pistoned my fingers in and out of her cunt as I latched onto her tender nubbin with my lips and tongue and licked the thing even as I sucked on it.

She shrieked and a jet of girl-jizz sprayed from her body - splattering off of my chin, neck, and chest.

I sat back on my knees. I had female ejaculate coating half of my body.

Her eyes opened and she looked at me. She started laughing.

"I'm sorry...," she said. "I've never... never done that. That was amazing. You think I could talk you into fucking me?"

To answer, I grabbed her ankles, pushed forward, pinned her feet against her ears, and slid my cock straight into her vagina without pause or hesitation - not stopping until my balls rested against the crack of her ass.

She came again with another shriek - and sprayed her jizz all over my groin. It ran down my body and dripped from my balls.

"I swear!" she gasped.

"I think we're gonna need to wash my clothes," I told her, laughing.

"I'm so sorry! I've never had anyone affect me like this before."

I leaned forward, pressed my lips to hers, and started pistoning my cock in and out of her. She writhed and moaned and tried to escape me but I had her locked in place. I punished her poor little dripping pussy - powering into her like a jackhammer - ignoring her protests as she came again and again - until I finally exploded inside of her.

As soon as I had finished cumming, I started fucking her hard and fast again. A few minutes later, my balls refilled and - several screaming orgasms followed before I came inside of her again.

The ninja-woman wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed the fuck out of me. I released her ankles and she wrapped her thighs and legs around me as well - holding me inside of her. I groped her ass as her pussy churned up and down my prick - turning my gooey load into a froth that foamed from her twat. I moved a hand to her perfect tits and showed them a little appreciation as well.

Someone cleared their throat and the two of us stopped kissing long enough to turn our heads towards the noise. There was a middle-aged woman standing in an open doorway - watching us.

"You need to marry that one, hun," she told my lover. "No normal man fucks like that. I don't know what he did to you with that mouth of his but it made my poor old pussy ache to hear you react to it. You'd best hang onto him."

The sexy young woman beneath me looked into my eyes and said, "I plan on it."

She cupped my face in her hands and pulled me down for hungry kisses. She giggled when my cock twitched inside of her.

"You up for teaching me a bit of magic?" I asked her.

"I think you already have the perfect amount of magic," she replied. "I'm definitely up for more of it but I'm already worried that I'll be walking funny."

Our visitor gave a snort of laughter and ducked back into her home, closing the door behind her.

My lover gave me another quick kiss and then pushed her hands against my chest.

"I'm Willa," she said.

"Loki," I replied.

"Well, Loki," she went on, "help me up and I'll see if I'm fit to walk - never mind climb some walls."

I crawled backwards - down her body. She gave a little moan of discontent as my messy penis slid out of her pussy. She gave a different moan as my lips found her breasts and then her nipples.

"We're never moving if you don't stop that," she declared.

I kissed down the valley of her breasts - making my way to her navel - which I treated with kisses as well. She giggled and pushed my head away. I moved lower - nibbling her shaved mons. She gasped when I wrapped my lips around her clitoris - which was stiff again.

"Loki!" she gasped. "You've got to stop! I mean I don't... oh... gods! I don't want you to... but... Blessed Father!"

I flicked her clit one more time with the tip of my tongue and quickly returned to her nipples.

"I lust you so much!" she crowed.

I looked up - into her eyes.

"Lust?" I asked.

"You're definitely weaseling your way into my heart," she declared, "but it's 90% lust right now."

"I'll take it," I said, with a grin.

She giggled and pulled me up for a few more kisses.

A few minutes later, she pushed me away again.

"Get up, you sexy beast," she ordered.

"As you wish, princess," I replied.

Her breath caught in her throat and she gave me a hard, questioning look.

"I think you might be the most beautiful woman that I've ever met," I told her. "I intend to make you my queen."

She relaxed - and then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face down between her breasts. She hugged me tightly for more than a long minute.

"You okay?" I asked her.

"I'm... Yes," she finally replied. "You caught me off-guard is all."

"You're okay with me calling you 'princess'?" I asked.

"I am," she said. "I like the way it sounds when you say it - but only when it's just us - okay?"

I pulled my head out of her arms and looked down into her face.

"As you wish...," I whispered, "... my princess."

She giggled and kissed me and then shoved me away again.

"Up, you clod! Your princess is ready for some adventure - and maybe something to eat. Our vigorous exercise has left me feeling a bit famished."

I climbed up and then helped Willa get to her feet. I tried to get another hug and kiss but she just shoved me away, giggling, and ordered me to get dressed. She eyed my cock and I thought, for a minute, that she might offer to clean me up - but she didn't. I considered asking her but - after calling her my princess - I didn't think that would be very fitting.

Once we were both dressed, she led me to a nearby wall.

"Leave your pack and staff," she instructed. "It's easier to climb if you're unencumbered."

I set my stuff down and stepped close to watch her do her thing. I focused my eyes (and mind and magic) on her arms and hands.

She pressed her fingers and then her palms to the stucco wall and I could see the flow of magic begin. She raised a foot and pressed her toes to the wall and I saw the same flow there. The color of this magic was kind of a turquoise hue in my mind. It seemed to pool between her touch and the surface - like glue. The magic seemed to thicken and then she raised her other foot and pressed it to the wall. She was no longer touching the ground; she was clinging to the vertical surface like a spider. I watched as she slowly climbed up - watching my face to observe me as I studied what she was doing.

When her taut little butt got to the same level as my face, however, I got distracted. I wrapped a hand around her firm rump and nibbled on the side of it like I was devouring a melon. She cackled with laughter and pulled a hand from the wall to swat at me. Her grip on the wall faltered and she shrieked. I quickly threw out my arms to catch her and I ended up holding her as she mock-glared at me.

"You distracted me," she complained.

"Funny," I said. "I think I could say the same."

She laughed and shoved out of my grip, alighting on the ground again.

"Behave this time and learn this," she ordered, "or I'll just climb away and you won't be able to follow."

"I'll still be able to find you," I declared matter-of-factly.

She stared at me for a moment - and then nibbled her bottom lip.

I grabbed a handful of her ass and leaned forward to kiss her perfect lips.

"You need to stop," she said breathily.

"Do I?" I asked, teasingly, smiling at her.

"Yes," she replied tartly, "if you really want to learn."

"I want to learn everything you'll teach me," I told her.

She nibbled that lip again and I reached for her but she giggled and evaded me. She leapt to the wall and quickly climbed it. She stood at the top and looked down at me. She patted her pussy and gave me a lusty look that suggested there was a prize to be claimed if I could replicate her feat.

I placed my left hand on the wall and tried to mimic what I had seen, sensed, and felt. I matched the color of the flow and felt tension form between my fingers and the surface. My breath caught in my throat.

"Good...," she said.

I looked up at her. She was smiling broadly. She ran a finger down the inside of her thigh and then dragged it up the front of her vulva. It circled her mons once and then she pulled her finger away with a soft whimper.

I was more determined than ever to claim what she was offering. I set my other hand to the wall and pushed the magic down my arm to latch my fingers onto the surface. I raised my left foot and pressed the toes to the wall.

I hadn't tried pushing magic down my legs before. It was harder. I focused. It wasn't really harder, I decided - it was just different. I finally got the turquoise magic flowing down my leg and was able to glue my toes to the wall.

I started to lift my right foot - and promptly fell on my ass.

Willa laughed so hard that I thought she was going to fall off of the roof. She was doubled-over. My butt was a little sore and there was definitely a large dent in my pride but I eventually joined in on her laughter.

I climbed to my feet and started again. This time, I placed my whole hand to the wall - and not just my fingers. The "glue" was stronger. After sticking my other hand to the surface, I was feeling much more confident.

It was a bit awkward, but I got all of my foot pressed against the wall. With three stronger points of tension this time, I slowly shifted my weight from the leg on the ground to my arms and the foot that were holding onto the wall.

I felt my grip loosening and had to start over again - taking a deep breath to reset my mind. I poured more magic into it - and then tried to make that pool of glue as thick as possible.

The third time I tried taking my weight off of my right leg, I finally felt like it was going to work. There was a churning maelstrom of doubt in my belly as I raised the heel and then finally the toes. I didn't let out the breath I was holding until I got that foot glued to the wall as well.

"Good!" Willa gasped. "Up now, nice and slow. Keep your focus so that you don't fall. One step at a time."

I wanted to reply - to tell her to quit lecturing me - but all of my focus was on keeping myself stuck to this damned wall - and to keep my ass from slamming back into that hard-packed dirt pavement below me.

I moved my left hand first. I slowly unglued it and then offered a prayer to the All-Father for strength as I pulled it from the wall, moved it higher, and stuck it back to the surface again.

"Yes...," Willa said encouragingly. "You're doing well."

My mind formed a picture of her finger tracing over the front of her vulva and I felt the glue weakening at all four touch-points. I gave a cry of alarm and ratcheted up the thickness of the sticky pools that held me on the vertical surface. It suddenly felt like I was almost a part of the wall.

"Wow... good," Willa said. "Up now. Slow and steady."

I moved my right hand - then my left foot - then my right one. One at a time, I moved each, never allowing the "glue" to thin until I was ready to move that appendage.

By the time I crawled over the lip of the roof, I was exhausted. I tumbled onto my back and gasped for air. Willa tugged my pants loose and then untied my waist-covering. I realized she was naked. Her hands found my cock and balls. Her mouth sucked my cock inside and she pretty much inhaled me. My penis rose to the occasion and - in seconds - she was bouncing on my cock - slamming the head of my prick against her uterine wall with each forceful thrust.

I watched her perfect little titties jiggle a few times as she threw her body at me - pounding my ass into the rough surface of the building's roof. I gave those mammaries a quick squeeze and then grabbed her hips and slid my hands to her ass - to see if I could help make our thunderous collisions happen a little faster.

"Fuck me, you beast...," Willa ordered. "Your princess demands your seed."

She gave a whimpering moan as she came. She squirted again and looked down at the torrent of girl drizzle flooding over my body.

"I'm lost to you," she complained. "How do you have this power over me?"

She leaned down - onto me - pressing her sharp nipples into my chest as her arms went around my neck and she gave me hungry kisses. I held her ass in my hands and continued to fuck her tight little twat onto my raging prick. I was driving towards my release - planning to flood her depths once again.

It took another hot minute but the dam burst and I came - and came - and came. I moaned as I climaxed. She moaned as she felt it arrive - and then she orgasmed again. She didn't squirt this time but she whimpered and moaned like I was killing her.

She ground her pussy around in little circles and used my penis to stir the cauldron of my seed that filled her secret place. I squeezed her ass in my fists and returned her hungry kisses.

After a few more minutes of this, she pulled off of me. A big dollop of jizz leaked from her pussy and splattered onto me before she could get away.

"Sorry about that," she said. "You've made a mess of me again."

"We both could use a bath...," I agreed.

"I know a place," she said. "I think the owners are away. There's a tub of rainwater in the back yard that we can use."

I wiped the worst of it away with my hand and smeared it onto the roof. I got dressed and then spider-crawled back down the wall to collect my things. I strapped the staff across my back and shouldered the pack - and then climbed back up the wall again while Willa watched me. She nodded approvingly when I finally stepped onto the roof again. She gave me a quick kiss.

"Well done, Loki," she said, smiling broadly. "You've quite a talent for picking up new magic, it seems."

Still barefoot, she capered across the roofs of the buildings. She was a hundred feet away in a heartbeat. She turned back and called for me to follow. I danced after her as quickly as I could. I missed a step now and then. I hurriedly glued my toes to the roof for a brief moment so that I could reorient and get my balance again to push forward. This magic shit was amazing!

We arrived at the place Willa had mentioned. She threw herself from the roof with abandon and I arrived just in time to see her touch down in the grass and roll forward to deplete the force of the fall. She came back to her feet and looked up at me grinning.

With my staff on my back and my pack over my shoulder, I decided that I should take a more cautious approach. I got onto my hands and knees and crawled over the edge of the roof and straight down the wall - facing the grass as I descended. I crawled onto the grass - amazed that the "glue" seemed to work there as well - and then stood. Willa giggled and clapped her hands together.

She was standing by the big wooden tub. She began undressing.

"No sex," she ordered. "We're getting clean and then finding something to eat."

"Do you not carry a pack?" I asked her.

She worried that bottom lip again and then held up her right hand, pointing at a nondescript bracelet that I hadn't noticed before.

"I can carry a few things in here," she said.

"A magical storage device?" I asked.

She nodded and said, "It was a gift. From my grandmother. They're rare. It makes traveling like this easier. I have a pair of moccasins stored there for when I travel through the country. There's some food but I prefer to have it fresh. There's also a coin purse with my savings in it."

"Very handy," I said. "I'll add that to my list of things I want to accomplish."

"What else is on your list?" she asked, as she tested the temperature of the water.

She flinched at the chill. It had, no doubt, cooled through the night and the sun had not had time to warm it again.

"Find the bastard that haunts the orphanage for protection money and kill him if I didn't already accomplish it."

"A noble cause," Willa said, nodding.

She tried to put her foot in the water but paused as her breath caught in her throat. I was finally naked and stepped over beside her. I carried along the clothes that I would need to clean as well.

I stuck my hand in the water. It was pretty cold.

"Let me see if I can warm this up," I told Willa. "Take your foot out in case I overdo it."

She pulled her foot back and I stuck my hand in. I focused on what I had learned from the shit-burning mage and poured heat into the center of the tub. Almost immediately, the water began circulating and bubbling a little. I considered reducing the amount of magic that I was shoving into it but decided that it wasn't hurting anything.

I focused on spreading out the area that I was heating. Instead of making a marble-sized sphere, I created an "X" that was about eight inches from one tip to the opposing one. I tried to make the width of the thing a little thicker but it fought me and stayed almost wire-thin. I could feel the temperature of the pool rising, though, and quit trying to adjust the size - I just kept pouring heat into the liquid. I swirled my hand around and - as soon as it was getting toasty - I pulled it out.

"Try it now," I told Willa.

She eased her hand in - gave a little moan - and practically dove in.

She surfaced and looked at me - rivulets of water running down her head and face. I laughed at her.

"Amazing!" she reported. "I think I love you."

"The feeling is mutual," I told her, climbing in.

She quickly wrapped herself around me.

"I thought you said we weren't getting frisky?" I asked.

"I'm just thanking you," she replied, grinning.

"Well, then," I said. "Don't let me stop you."

We made out for a bit - and then started scrubbing each other while stealing quick pecks and kisses. Willa found a washcloth and we used that to scour the dirt, sweat, and other stuff from our bodies.

Once we were both clean, she sat crossways on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me more kisses.

"I could get used to this," she said.

"Me too," I agreed.

I got another quick kiss while groping her superbly-taut butt-cheeks and then we stood, returned the rag to its place, and started on our laundry.

When we were done, I looked at the water in the tub. It was pretty nasty. It took a little work but I managed to dump it out - leaving it for the rain to fill once again.

I tried heating my clothes - to get the water to steam away - but I couldn't get the temperature right. I nearly burned a hole in my waist-wrap.

"Can we go deal with the asshole and come back for these?" I asked Willa.

"Yeah," she said. "I think the owners are gone for another day or two."

I hung my things up to dry and switched to the outfit that was in my shoulder pack.

I used some of my new magic to climb over the wall. I pulled my boots on and we headed back towards the orphanage. We found a food-cart along the way and bought skewers of some unknown meat. The taste was a little gamey but it was spiced well enough to cover most of the harshness.

"River rat," Willa said, as I studied the skewer as I ate.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"It's cheap and filling," she countered.

"I guess," I said. "We didn't eat rat where I was from."

"It's not rat," she argued. "It's river rat."

"What's the difference?" I asked.

"Rats aren't big enough to carve into meat-sticks...," she said, grinning.

I cuffed her shoulder as she giggled at me.

We finished our food as we walked. I handed my last one off to the fire mage that I'd learned from earlier.

"Thanks for the lessons," I told him.

The mage grinned and nodded - not bothering to voice his thanks. The fervor with which he tore the meat from the skewer told me everything that I needed to know. I was just thankful that he had taught me how to warm up our bath-water.

We continued on our way and he sent us off with a friendly wave.

Willa asked me about the man that I was hunting. I tried to describe him for her but found that my recollection of his face and form left a lot to be desired. We headed back for the orphanage where I planned to introduce Willa to the house-mother and see if she could offer something better than what my memory was providing.

As had happened before, I rounded the corner to stride down the narrow side-street and discovered an angry male towering over one of the young residents of the home. Zima had the handcart and it appeared that she was just returning from getting another load of water. I hurried forward.

The man was different but his attitude was the same. His hand was on Zima's shoulder the same way the other man's had been on Hanna's the last time.

"Can I help you?" I hollered as I approached.

Leaving his hand on the young brunette to keep her where he wanted her, he turned to face me.

"Hands off of her now or I'll remove it for you," I told him.

He sneered at me.

He pulled a dagger from his belt and made ready to deal with me.

I pulled my own dagger and stabbed myself in the throat. I gurgled out a scream of pain, yanked the blade out, and focused on shoving the injury into a goiter.

"By the gods!" the man gasped.

"Master Loki!" Zima shrieked.

"What in the seven hells?" Willa asked, turning on me.

As soon as the fleshy lump appeared on my collarbone, I pulled it off and threw it at the man.

His eyes widened as it flew - curving from Zima's body towards his chest.

When it arrived, he screamed - and a bloody gash appeared in the front of his throat.

When he released her, Zima stepped back away from him. He glanced over at her even as he struggled with the pain.

I threw my dagger at his face, hoping to skewer his eye and pierce his brain. Instead, the handle smacked him in the forehead. I cringed.

"I need to work on my knife throwing," I lamented.

"Seriously?" Willa said, laughing as the man fell to his knees. "You suck."

"Pretty bad, huh?"

"I still can't believe you stabbed yourself in the fucking throat!" she said. "That was insane."

"I didn't want him hurting Zima," I told her.

I looked at the black-haired orphan.

"You alright, hun?"

"Yes, Master Loki," she said.

I turned to Willa.

"Any chance you can figure out where this fucker came from after he dies or do I need to heal him?"

"I'm not THAT good...," she said.

I strode up to the man who was nearly dead. I knelt and placed my hands on him - and then screamed as I transferred his injury through my body into a new goiter.

"You are one crazy son of a bitch...," Willa said, shaking her head at me.

As I finished healing the man, I collapsed to the ground but was already getting back to my feet by the time Willa bent over to check on me.

"I'm getting better," I said. "I didn't blackout that time."

She laughed at me and shook her head again.

"Grab his weapons," I told her.

I dug the rope from my pack and - once Willa had taken all of his things - I bound his wrists behind him and then lashed his arms to his chest.

I got worried that he might sprint off and stabbed him in the thigh. He screamed - and then I did - when I healed him and transferred the injury to another fleshy nodule. If he took off, I'd just throw the leg-wound at him to stop him.

Willa didn't say anything to me about it. She just continued grinning and shaking her head in disbelief.

"Let me help Zima get the water into the house and then we'll see if this fucker will lead us back to the other one."

"Murto? He died," the man said.

"Guess we'll find out, won't we?" I told him.

"Fuck you!" he spat. "I'm not..."

I stabbed him in the thigh again. This time, I sheathed my blade and picked up a water jug. Zima laughed at me.

"She's right," the girl said. "You're insane."

"Good thing I think you're adorable then, huh?" I told her.

She blushed crimson and turned her face away.

"Be gentle with her," Willa warned me.

"You guys take my teasing a lot harder than I intend," I told my lover.

"You are strong and handsome - and you defend us while bringing harm to yourself," Willa said. "Hard not to be super-attracted to you."

The door opened and Dora peered out. Her eyes quickly took in the scene.

"Trouble?" she asked me.

"I haven't determined, yet, if he harmed Zima," I told her. "Check her neck for bruises or worse. I'll get the water inside and then stow the cart and then Willa and I will track this fox to his hole and burn the nest. Willa, this is Dora - the house-mother for this all-girl orphanage."

Willa nodded her head to Dora but didn't speak. I hurried the water jugs inside as the gardening-mage checked over her young charge.

"Go unlock the gate," Dora told Zima.

The girl nodded and hurried inside. Dora pulled the door closed.

"How did you meet Loki?" Dora asked the ninja-woman.

I couldn't resist.

"She watched me when I was eating your pussy on the roof," I told her.

Dora gaped at me and then at Willa. Willa blushed and then stood a little taller.

"I followed him under stealth this morning but somehow he knew I was there. He walked down an empty alley, stripped off his clothes, and asked me if I wanted him."

"And?" Dora asked.

"I told him to make me scream by using his mouth - like he did with you."

Dora grinned and then looked at me. I leaned forward and kissed her gently. The gate creaked and I pulled away.

"More later, beautiful," I told her.

"I'll hold you to that," Dora said breathily.

The man that Willa was guarding spat on the ground at my feet. I stabbed him in the other thigh and then sheathed my blade again as he screamed and cursed.

I wheeled the cart through the gate, parked it in its spot, and tousled Zima's hair on the way past her.

"Be a good girl," I told her.

"Loki...," Dora said. "Don't tease her like that."

"I'm not...," I protested.

"Your kind touches are hard for them to handle," the woman told me.

"Guess I need to visit more often for story-time," I countered.

"They loved that," Dora said. "You are welcome here any time - especially for that."

"What about moonlight gardening?" I teased.

She blushed crimson and looked at Willa.

"He's adorably awful," Willa told her, nodding.

"Alright," I said, "let's get this poor lost hound dog back to his master..."

"I'm not...," the man began to say.

I put my hand on him and he flinched. I healed his thighs and made a new goiter. As he relaxed, I stabbed him in the butt-cheek. He screamed.

"Hey!" I said. "I didn't even fall down that time!"

Willa laughed and Dora shook her head. I gave her a quick kiss before she headed back into the house.

"Miss me...," I called after her.

"I already do...," she said, laughing.

The door closed and I grabbed one of the nasty bastard's arms. Willa had the other.

"Let's walk, shall we?" I asked him.

He started to argue and I pulled my dagger and stuck it into his side.

"You can die really slowly or you can die fast. How about we make a deal? However long it takes you to get me where I want to go, that's how long it's going to take you to die..."

He looked into my eyes. I stared right back at him. He wilted a little and started walking.

I fished around in my pack and found a dried biscuit. I ate it and then drank some water from my waterskin.

After a couple blocks, I stabbed myself in the heart, pulled out the dagger, and healed myself - creating a new goiter. The captive stared at me. Willa shot me a look but then focused on getting us to our destination.

As soon as I recovered from the first one, I did it again. I screamed from the pain of the puncture - and then again from transferring the wound to a new pustule.

If I was right, we were going to be outnumbered when we got to this guy's hidey-hole. I wanted to be ready to deal with multiple bad guys without having to actually get my blade between their ribs.

The next time I stabbed myself, I shoved the blade under my ribs.

My steps faltered. That one actually seemed to hurt worse than just being stabbed in the heart. I gritted my teeth and made a new goiter.

I walked a little farther before I stabbed myself again. I switched back to just doing the chest wounds once more. I was getting fairly inured to those...

Eventually, we arrived at the place. It was a large house at the end of a narrow side-street. We stopped just short of the door.

"How many people in here are going to try to kill me?" I asked him.

"Four...," he said.

My guess was that he'd given me half of the true number. I counted the lumps on my collarbone. I was a couple goiters short. I stabbed him in the chest - but not the heart - and then healed it. I gritted my teeth. I didn't scream and I didn't get woozy. My stomach churned a little but there was no threat of my earlier meal coming up. I stabbed him in the side of the neck and then healed that.

"Fuck you!" he screamed.

I quickly stabbed him in both thighs and then banged on the door.

I turned to Willa.

"Lay him on his back once I head inside," I told her. "He shouldn't go far. If he's patient, I'll put him out of his misery. If we have to hunt him down, I'll cut his nuts off before I kill him."

The man looked back and forth between us and gulped.

The door opened. A middle-aged woman stood in the doorway.

"Sorry, ma'am," I said. "I think my friend brought us to the wrong house. I was looking for Murto."

"He's inside," she said, her eyes narrowing. "What's wrong, Ralt?"

"They're here to kill Murto," he told her.

Her eyes shot open wide and she tried to slam the door in my face. I stuck my toe against it before she could manage and leaned my weight on the foot to keep her from shoving me aside.

"Back in a bit," I told Willa, as I pulled my dagger.

A knife blade bit into my shoulder and I looked up to see the woman grinning at me.

I shoved the injury back at her and she screamed as she pulled away and grasped at her shoulder. I guess I didn't need to touch her as long as the weapon she was holding still connected us. Good to know...

I pushed the door open and she stepped back. I turned to check out the room and caught movement as she lunged at me again with the knife. I caught her wrist, took the knife, and then gave it back to her - point-first - in the middle of her throat. She staggered backwards until she collided with the wall. She sank to the hard-packed dirt floor. Her hands clutched at her throat. She managed to pull the knife out - which opened her artery. I turned away. She wouldn't last long losing that much blood.

I turned back towards the room to find a big motherfucker heading my way with a big dagger out. The thing was large enough that I was tempted to call it a short sword. His reach was better than mine. A knife fight with this bastard was gonna suck. I pulled a goiter off and chucked it at him.

He gaped as a hole opened in his chest. He looked down at it. I knocked his blade away and slammed mine into his throat. I screamed in his face as I healed the two wounds - just before stabbing him in the heart again. He died with a look of confusion on his face. The house shook when he hit the ground. He reached for my ankle as I stepped over him and I shoved my blade through his eye into his brain. He relaxed after that and I moved on.

Willa stepped through the doorway.

"Loot these two," I told her, "but keep your eyes and ears open."

She nodded, putting away her dagger. She headed back out of the door - presumably to grab my pack.

The first bedroom contained a bed where I found Murto. He did not look well. He looked feverish - his body shaking with the chills. I ended his misery and headed back to the hall.

I turned to the right to continue on my way just in time to make two new quick acquaintances.

"Who're you?" the first said.

"Judgement," I told him, giving him an evil grin.

Both of them pulled blades.

I touched the goiters until I found the one with two thigh injuries. I tossed it at the first guy. He crumpled forward. I reached over him and slashed the throat of the guy behind him as he tried to catch his balance and keep from dry-humping his buddy in the ass. I spun the dagger in my hand and stabbed the first guy where his spine met the back of his skull.

The pair were still bleeding out when I climbed over them. Three faces peered out at me from the room ahead.

"What the fuck?!" one yelled.

"Avon lady," I called out to them. "I've got that new mascara that you ordered. We're running a special on that scented lipstick that you love so much... It's buy two, get one free."

I could have thrown injuries at them. I was getting kind of cocky though. I wasn't that woozy and I was kind of riding a dopamine high from killing these fuckers - so I added a little of Willa's glue to the blade of my dagger and raced down the hallway. Just before I got to the doorway, I jumped up, glued my fingers to the ceiling for a split-second to swing my lower half forward - and then drove the soles of my boots towards the faces in front of me.

I managed to connect with one jaw but came down hard - twisted the wrong way - half-falling on a second man. The third one stabbed me in the back. I sent his own attack at his body and he screamed. I thrust my dagger into the throat of the one that I was grappling with. He managed to stab me in the eye. That was new.

"Fuck!" I gasped.

I sent the wound into his body instead, healing myself and ejecting the blade from my face. I grabbed it with my free hand and glued the handle to my palm. I turned on the one that I had kicked. He was holding his jaw. The fucker with the back injury stabbed me again. I gave him back what he'd given me, turned, and gave him two more. He was still moving so I healed all of those injuries and made a new goiter. Somebody was gonna hate me when I delivered that little doozy later. I pulled my arms apart, leaned forward, and slammed both blades into the motherfucker's temples. Game over, bitch.

I turned back to the last guy in time for him to pull the trigger on a crossbow. The bolt speared into my chest. I grinned at him. I healed the injury and the bolt fell out.

"Aw.. shit...," he sighed.

He threw the crossbow at me. I swiped my arm at it to knock it away and managed to cut the bowstring - which caused the thing to explode - sending wooden shards and needles everywhere. The pain was exquisite. I was looking at the man, giggling, when Willa arrived. She looked back and forth between the two of us.

"What the fuck, Loki?"

I put my hand on the guy and healed both of our wounds - pulling the injuries into a new pustule on my collarbone. The pieces of splintered wood were ejected from both of us as the wounds all closed. The man looked up at me and I stabbed him in the temple. I almost felt bad. He looked a little shocked.

Willa and I spent a half-hour going through the house and bagging up anything of value. They had some pretty nice bedding. I threw that onto a sheet and made a Santa Claus bundle to deliver to the orphanage. I put the plates, mugs, and eating utensils in another bag.

"There's too much shit, Loki," Willa complained.

"Run back to the orphanage and get the cart," I told her. "Bring Zima, Hanna, and the older girls back with you."

She grinned, gave me a peck on the lips, and took off.

I carried out what I had already gathered and found that Willa had already killed Ralt. It was probably just as well. I had enough blood on my hands. I grabbed his wrist and dragged him inside of the house. I dumped him by the woman with the neck wound. I picked up her knife, wiped it on her blouse, and stuck it into my belt.

Hanna found me in the kitchen. She wrapped me in a hug.

"You should probably wait outside," I told her.

"You killed the man who touched me," she said.

"Damned right," I told her.

She hugged me again. I looked up to see Willa and Zima smiling at me.

"You killed the one who touched me too," Zima said.

"You can thank Willa for that one," I told her. "I just stabbed him a dozen times or so."

Zima grinned at Willa - who gave her a one-armed hug.

"Alright girls," I said, seeing other faces in the doorway. "Anything in here that you guys can use, we pack it all out to the cart and then figure out how to get it home. Leave Murto's room for me. I gave him the illness that your house-mother had and I don't want any of you getting sick."

"You can heal us, though," Hanna argued.

"Back-talk, little sister?" I asked.

She giggled and punched me in the arm.

"Violence!" I protested to Zima and Willa.

They both just grinned and shook their heads.

"Alright girls," I said again, "let's get busy. I don't want to hang around here all day."

An hour later, we arrived back at the orphanage.

I could hear the kids in the backyard and hollered for Dora to open the gate. We dragged all of our loot inside and sealed up the entry once everyone (and everything) was inside. We started laying things out so that Dora could give the girls instructions on what to wash or where to store it.

"What were you thinking?" she asked me as she sorted through the loot.

"It looked like decent stuff," I told her. "Are you telling me that you can't use it?"

"No...," she said. "It's just... so much... We've never had too many blankets."

I went to the rainwater tub to help the girls who were scrubbing the blankets and hanging them to dry. I started to peel off my shirt - to keep from getting soaked even worse - but Dora and Willa both yelled at me to stop. I looked up to see Zima standing there with eyes as big as saucers. Apparently, going shirtless in front of young women was highly frowned-upon. I bit back my complaints and helped the girls scrub.

The little workers quickly decided that my talents were better used for carting the water-logged blankets to the clothesline and getting them hung up. We soon ran out of space and I was shortly hanging or draping them over just about anything that was tall enough to keep them off of the ground.

By the time we finished getting everything cleaned and sorted, it was time to start preparing the evening meal. The girls begged Willa and me to stay to join them. I left the decision up to Willa. She caved as soon as Alia hugged her arms around the woman's thigh.

While Dora and the girls worked on the meal, Alia took Willa and me up to the roof to show us how the garden had suddenly flourished. As I looked over all of the mature plants, I glanced at Willa. She was trying hard not to laugh. I knew she was thinking about Dora and me being up here the previous night.

It was hard for me to believe that all of that shit had happened in the last 24 hours. Zima called us for dinner and we made our way back down the ladder.

Willa offered thanks for the meal as we all held hands. Watching her face as she interacted with the orphans, I felt better and better about letting myself get closer to the sneaky tracker. She caught me looking at her and grinned.

After the meal - where both Willa and I were allowed seconds - we all returned to the yard for calisthenics. Alia begged the tracker to lead the exercises. She teamed up with Zima and Hanna and the three of them put us through our paces. The girls laughed as I complained louder and louder. I swear that the Terrible Trio invented a new form of punishment every time I said something. I eventually decided to test that theory by closing my mouth. They pushed us for another five minutes and then finally ended the torment.

As we walked inside, Willa pinched my ass and admitted that they only layered on more because I kept bitching. I pinched her tit and she squeaked and grabbed for my balls. Dora yelled at us to knock it off and I blushed and nodded. Willa was embarrassed as well.

We gathered in the common room and the girls demanded another story. I picked Cinderella this time. The ones who were still awake when I finished the story came over to give me cheek-kisses - telling me that this new story was their absolute favorite.

Willa and I helped Zima and Dora get the sleeping girls into their beds. I loved watching the house-mother tuck each of them in. Willa squeezed my fingers and leaned her cheek against my shoulder.

The three of us moved to the couch. The girls had me sit in the middle. They both whispered back and forth, telling their stories to each other - as well as their stories about their time with me.

By the time we were sure that the girls were all sound asleep, my cock was aching for both of my companions. Silently, they took me by the hand and we slipped out of the back and climbed the ladder to the garden.

They stripped my clothes from me and forced me to stand and watch the two of them tease and kiss each other as they removed their clothes. They yelled at me when I started to grab my cock. I was aching with need.

The pair came and knelt in front of me and Dora showed Willa how to make me squirm as she used her mouth and hands on me. I ended up having both of their mouths wrapped around my cock - up and down my shaft - and then my cock-knob pressed between their pairs of lips as they suckled and licked me.

I gasped as I came forcefully and gazed down at the two as they fought for each spurt of my seed as it rocketed from my penis.

They got me onto my back and faced each other. Dora mounted my cock and Willa straddled my face. They played with each other's tits and nipples as they rode me. I squeezed asses, thighs, and whatever breasts I could reach as they used my body to sate their lusts.

Dora came once before I had worked up another load and fired it inside of her. Giggling, she traded places with Willa and I swatted her on the ass for trying to feed me my own jizz. I tackled her to the roof and sucked her nipples until she shoved me away. I grabbed Willa, laid her back on top of the gardener - instructing Dora to play with the sneak-thief's hair and breasts while I fucked her.

I drove my cock into Willa's pussy and leaned forward to kiss both her and Dora as I hurried towards yet another release. Five minutes later, my balls refilled and I slammed my cock into her clenching channel. Another few minutes passed with the three of us panting and moaning and sharing kisses - and then I filled Willa's cunt with my spend as well.

We got dressed and climbed down the ladder and I showed Willa where I had previously spent the night. Dora grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house. When I asked her what she was doing, she explained that none of the girls had been fooled about our relationship. Since the orphans already knew, she wanted me sleeping next to her.

We stripped to our wraps - to protect our modesty - and climbed into Dora's bed. I lay on my back and Dora slept in my arms. Willa snuggled in beside us - giving us both tender kisses before settling in to go to sleep.

~~~ End of Chapter 3 ~~~

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