CHAPTER 349: SOON TO BE FUGITIVES

The camp had quieted down to a dull roar. Most warriors were drunk or fucking or both, which was pretty much their default state. Perfect time for a little reconnaissance mission.

Melisa slipped out of Sirah’s tent like a shadow. The darian was at another strategy meeting, probably planning more creative ways to kill people and conquer shit.

[Thank fuck for violent hobbies. Keeps her busy.]

She kept to the shadows between tents, moving like she belonged there. The prisoner holding area wasn’t far - just past the weapons cache and around a cluster of sleeping quarters that reeked of unwashed warrior.

Two guards stood outside the prisoner tent, looking bored as hell and probably questioning their life choices.

Melisa released a concentrated burst of pheromones. Nothing too strong. Just enough to make them... distracted. And horny. Very horny.

One guard shifted uncomfortably, his pants suddenly feeling way too tight. The other started adjusting himself like he was trying to hide a very obvious problem.

"Gonna take a piss," the first one muttered, voice strained.

"Yeah. Me too," the second agreed, practically speed-walking away.

They wandered off in opposite directions, both probably planning to jerk off behind the nearest tree.

Melisa rolled her eyes. Then, she ducked into the tent.

"Raven?"

Her girlfriend sat against the far wall, hands bound again with rope that looked uncomfortably tight.

"Melisa." No surprise in Raven’s voice. Like she’d been expecting this visit all along.

"Nice fight earlier. Very dramatic. Really sold the whole ’deadly prisoner’ thing."

"It served its purpose."

Melisa crouched next to her, keeping her voice low enough that anyone who could potentially be nearby wouldn’t hear.

"What’s the plan? Please tell me there’s an actual plan and not just ’hope for the best.’"

"Tomorrow night. Maybe the night after." Raven’s gray eyes were steady, focused. "The soldiers will attack the eastern patrol. Big magic. Lots of fire. The kind that makes people panic."

"And then?"

"The camp will send most of their warriors to investigate. I break us out during the chaos. We run west, meet at the river crossing."

"That’s it? That’s the whole plan?"

"Simple plans work best."

[Simple. Right. Nothing about this shitshow is simple.]

Melisa glanced at the tent entrance, listening for returning footsteps.

"How are you going to break out? Your hands are tied, there are guards..."

Raven raised a brow. She looked the most offended Melisa had pretty much ever seen her.

"Melisa, I have methods."

Of course she did.

"The guards will be back soon," Raven said. "You should go."

"Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you too badly after the fight?"

Something flickered in Raven’s eyes. Almost like surprise that someone was asking. Right, she wasn’t used to that. Even now.

"I’m functional."

"That’s not what I asked."

"It’s the answer that matters."

Melisa wanted to argue, to press for more details, but footsteps approached outside. She squeezed Raven’s shoulder.

"Tomorrow night. Be ready."

"I’m always ready."

Melisa slipped out just as the guards returned, looking confused and slightly sticky. One of them was still tucking his shirt back in.

[Gross. But effective.]

---

Back at Sirah’s tent, Melisa’s stomach dropped straight to her toes.

The darian sat on the bed, completely naked and looking like a warrior goddess with anger issues. Her massive cock stood at full attention, those metal piercings glinting in the lamplight.

"There you are." Sirah’s smile was predatory, all teeth and promise of pain. "Where did you go?"

"Just... n-needed some air. It gets stuffy in here."

"Hmm."

Sirah stood and walked over. Her muscles rippled with each movement. Melisa had to crane her neck to meet her eyes.

"You smell like fear. Something I should know about?"

"O-OF COURSE NOT! The camp makes me nervous. All these warriors, all the weapons..."

"You’re lying."

Sirah’s hand wrapped around Melisa’s throat. Not squeezing hard enough to cut off air. Just holding. Making a point.

"Where. Did. You. Go?"

"The prisoner tent." No point denying it now. Sirah could probably smell the fear and desperation on her. "I wanted to see the woman who killed Dragor."

Sirah studied her face like she was reading a book. Looking for deception, for cracks in the story.

"Why?"

"Curiosity. She’s from Syux. Like me." Melisa forced herself to sound casual. "I’ve never seen someone so small kill someone so big."

The hand on her throat tightened slightly, making breathing just a little harder.

"And?"

"I couldn’t get close. The guards were right there, watching everything."

Sirah laughed, a sound like breaking glass. She released Melisa’s throat.

"Of course you couldn’t. They have orders to kill anyone who tries to approach the prisoners without permission."

[Well, shit. Good thing they were too busy jerking off to notice me.]

"Come." Sirah returned to the bed, that enormous cock still standing proud. "I have need of you."

Melisa followed slowly, her legs feeling like they were made of lead. Every step brought her closer to that monster between Sirah’s legs.

"What kind of need?"

"The kind where you get on your knees and show me how grateful you are for my protection."

[Great. Just fucking great.]

Melisa knelt between Sirah’s spread legs, that massive cock bobbing inches from her face. The piercings looked even more intimidating up close, and she could smell the musk of arousal mixed with leather and violence.

"You know what I like," Sirah said, her voice dropping to a growl.

Yeah. Unfortunately, just a short time after meeting this woman, Melisa had a decent idea what she liked already.

[Tomorrow night. Just get through tonight and tomorrow night we’re gone. I can do this.]

She leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside of Sirah’s cock, tasting salt and steel. Sirah’s hand immediately tangled in her hair, fingers tightening.

"Good. But I want more than teasing."

"Eh?"

The hand pushed forward, guiding Melisa’s head closer. She resisted on instinct, not ready for the full assault yet.

"Open up, nim."

The cock pressed against her lips, demanding entry like a battering ram made of flesh and metal.

Melisa gulped.

[Geez.]