Tik Tik Meets the Man

It took a bit of investigating, and a not-insignificant variety of misadventure, but Tik Tik finally got a chance to meet with the leader of the Aldevan household. Getting the invitations from Baker was the easiest part of our journey, and Gayle was able to find us a customer with no issue. That left our party to mingle about with the debauched elite Anteronia City. By the time she finally secured her meeting with the host of the evening, Tik Tik had lost most of her companions to weariness and temptation.

Lord Aldevan was a manly fellow, broad-shouldered with well-maintained hair all around. To see a man of such size and power dressed as a paladin of love was quite uncanny, but not entirely unpleasant.

“So,” he spoke in his smooth baritone in the tongue of dragons. “You are this kobold I’ve heard so much about, running around and plotting some scheme in my estate. You’ve scared my mother half to death, you know.”

“Sorry,” the kobold said, bowing down. She dressed in a fancy and colorful dress—not the one she arrived in. That one was lost amidst the orgy. Instead, she had this one conjured up by a gnome with whom she was acquainted. “I’ve been searching for Lady Aldevan—not the older, but the younger. Baker tells me that she lives here and knows a  certain form of magic that I need.”

“He does, does he? That chocolate confectioner certainly has some secrets, doesn’t he? I wondered why mother would hire him. Tell me why you want to see my sister? She isn’t one to take visitors, you see.”

“I’m am mage,” Tik Tik responded, bowing lower. “One that wants to see what she knows about these unusual arts.

“I’ve heard of the magic going around from this strange little pink thing,” Lord Aldevan responding. Sitting up, he spread his legs, his hands upon his armored knees. “Why don’t you show me just what you’re capable of?” The intent of his suggestion was made quite evident from his loincloth falling aside to show off his meaty member.

Tik Tik gulped, her eyes wavering gently. She knew she had to fight against her own desires in order to keep the demon inside of her at at bay. Already at this party, she had let loose, letting her desires overwhelm her judgment. She closed her eyes and stood up, holding her hands in front of her.

Lord Aldevan quirked an eyebrow and coughed. “Well, if you aren’t going to pleasure me, I suppose I’ll find some other whore to give me what I-ah!

Spectral kobold claws appeared before him. One of them wrapped around his shaft, while the other cupped underneath of his balls. Immediately feeling that, he fell down upon his seat, breathing deeply, shuddering under the kobold’s treatment.

Two fingers ran up and down along the length of his shaft, finding their way to the head, massaging along the underside of the cap with little, slow flicks.

On his seat, Lord Aldevan’s forehead beaded with sweat. He ran a hand through his hair, he bit at his thumb, but he could not hide his desires. Such a man in such a position of power made into a groaning mess with just the simplest of touches? It was quite strange to behold, and yet, he did organize a night of hedonism. Perhaps, he wanted others to be in touch with his own weakness?

Tik Tik fondled the man’s balls, keeping her eyes closed the entire time. She wanted to keep herself from feeling too much. It was a technique that Purity had suggested before the heroine had run off to face off against a particularly rowdy guest. Give the people what they want, but don’t have too much fun with it. But don’t not have fun either, or else something worse could possibly happen. I don't know if I could handle it like Tik Tik seemed to be able to.

It isn’t long before he arched his back, groaning like a lovesick man ten years younger. His parlescent jizz glimmered in the torchlight before landing upon his stomach, leaving him stained and satisfied, a dumb smile upon his face.

Tik Tik, however, gasped, and stepped back, her eyes daring open. She snapped. “What was that!? What magic holds you?”

Lord Aldevan pushed himself up, adjusting his loin cloth to restore a modicum of his dignity. He shook his head. “Whatever are you talking about? Are you insinuating that I am compromised somehow?”

Tik Tik waved her hand, and a golden disk of light appeared underneath her. She floated to face level with him, grabbing onto his cheeks and leaning in. With a hiss, she shook her head. “Charms. Eshere, give me my book.”

I handed her this very journal, which she then consulted before returning to me. “This charm is subtle, Lord Aldevan. It’ll take a stronger mage than me to break it. Find a magician you don’t know. Pay them well. Don’t tell them who you are.”

“What the blazes are you suggesting?”

“I’m suggesting that someone close to you has charmed you. You can’t possibly think they are responsible, because you care about them too much. It’ll be the person you most trust.”

“That’s ridiculous. I trust her with my…” he trails off, coughing. “The fact I am wary of you is making me wonder if I should trust you more or not. An insidious trap indeed, magic. But, you won’t find my sister here at this party. She is off in her own wing of the house. Go where there is no one, and keep going, and you might find her, if the security here doesn’t catch you first.

“That’s okay,” Tik Tik said, snapping her fingers and falling back to the floor. “We’ve been doing that all night.”

With that, she turned and scampered off, leaving the host quite bewildered, indeed.