Treasured Find 3 - Vigor Mortis

	Rocis tiptoed along the thin threshold that ringed the side of the tunnel. He took care to keep his feet above the grimy floor below. Not only did he wish to avoid causing any unwanted noise, he'd recently had his boots polished. Beyond the thick stone of the walls, vermin scurried about through the rot farms. There were likely rats in the detritus as well. Water, or what he hoped was water, dripped from the ceiling at times, trickling down his cloak.

	The woman had paid him handsomely for his services and, more importantly, paid up front. She had been rather hasty about the affair, but then Rocis knew little of the thoughts of gorgons. Whoever Iusta was, she had managed to distress someone with high connections and deep pockets. He hadn’t gotten a name, but anonymity was hardly unheard of in his line of work. Still, the money was good and it would pay off the interest on his debts for the next three months.

	Before long the cavern came into view, a hollowed indentation in the sewer. Rocis couldn’t see terribly well in the dim
light, and smell was near useless among the odors of the Undercity, but he heard the movement of feet in the cave. The woman must have been living here for at least a week. Why she would willingly stay in such a place was beyond him, but it made tracking her fairly easy. Concealed by the deep shadows of the tunnel, he crept closer to the source of the sound.

	As he turned the corner, he caught sight of a pale, feminine figure. Though she wasn't wearing the armor that his client had described, her face and hair fit the description perfectly. She was sitting with her back to the entrance and a bowl of some liquid in her hand. Rocis briefly wondered where she had found a pot and bowl in the sewers, but he had a job to do. A nearly inaudible scraping was the only noise he made as he drew his knife from its sheath, and he moved as close to the target as he dared, back pressed to the wall and arm grasping the corner. When she began to turn, he made his move.

	Lunging with a silent speed, he brought the knife to bear at her neck. A scream echoed in the cavern – it wasn't hers. Before he could consider the implications, something hard collided with his head.

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	Cevraya stood over the prone assassin, breathing quickly and clutching a metal pot in her hands. The side of the pot had been dented, but it had fared better than the man's skull. There was no spilling of blood, and Cevraya knelt to check for a pulse. He was dead. Her mind was still racing, and she barely noticed Iusta grasp her by the shoulders to lift her up. The blonde embraced her in a tense hug, showering her in exclamations of thanks. "Thank you," Iusta said "that's the second time you've saved my life." Cevraya returned the hug, her pulse still running high. The entire event was a blur of action before she'd known what was happening, and the adrenaline still coursing through her flushed her skin and triggered... other emotions.

	Still entwined in the embrace, Cevraya suddenly leaned in, bringing Iusta's face to hers and kissing. She savored the taste of Iusta's lips on hers, and was pleased to find her returning the kiss. She didn't know why she'd kissed her, but she closed her eyes, content to enjoy the moment. Iusta's hands began wandering from her shoulders, rubbing along her back and prompting Cevraya to do the same. She nibbled on Iusta's lower lip, feeling the soft warmth of her skin as she groped her petite backside. Before long the pair were running their hands over each other with abandon, grasping and gasping at the sensation.

	Iusta gave a startled cry, and Cevraya realized she'd been unknowingly grinding back and forth against her for some time. Breaking the kiss, she held Iusta's waist and gave her a sultry look. "You know, all of this excitement has really gotten me going." She ran a hand slowly down the woman's thigh. "And, seeing as I saved your life just now, you should probably return the favor." Iusta didn't respond, but her growing erection signified she wasn't averse to the idea.

	Cevraya attempted to drag Iusta down onto the bed, but between her addled mind and the continued groping succeeded only in toppling over, landing with her on top of the bed. Once she had regained her composure, she wasted no time in pulling at her wraps, untying them and tossing aside her coverings as quickly as possible. Finally exposed to the chill cavern air, she set to work freeing Iusta from her own tunic. While her hands worked at undoing the straps along her chest, Iusta pulled down her undergarments. Cevraya gave a lascivious smile as her dick was released from its confines, rising to attention beneath her. She gave a tender squeeze to Iusta's modest breast before shifting her position, placing her hips above the woman's confused face and aligning her head inches above her dick. "Alright, I'll get you off," she said without looking back at Iusta "if you can get me off."

	Iusta's face was a mask of confusion, and Cevraya sighed. Surely she couldn't be this inexperienced? "Use your mouth, dear, and I'll use mine." The Azorius let out a cute cry of realization at her intent, and Cevraya pressed her hips down, satisfied that she knew what to do. She felt Iusta squirm briefly as her thighs closed around her, and ground against her to emphasize her point. The soldier relaxed at last, and Cevraya quivered as Iusta's tongue found her labia. Cevraya let slip a long moan; what she lacked in experience Iusta certainly made up for in effort, working into a steady pace.

	Pleased with Iusta's efforts, Cevraya lowered her head and flicked her tongue across the crowned head before her. A sudden gasp vibrated beneath her as Iusta stiffened up. Cevraya simply smiled and followed up with a series of long licks and kisses, descending from the head to the base and back up. With little affair, she brought her lips to the tip and delved downwards, the first few inches of Iusta's length disappearing inside her mouth. The sudden insertion elicited a heavy moan from between her thighs, and Iusta's ministrations became increasingly uncoordinated as Cevraya began to move her head up and down. This wasn't her first time fellating someone, but Iusta was more endowed that what she was used to, and she had difficulty in fitting the thing inside her.

	She cried out as Iusta's tongue flickered across a particularly sensitive area, and Iusta seemed to take the encouragement to continue what she was doing. Spurred on by her partner's dedicated tongue, Cevraya pushed her head the rest of the way down to Iusta's base, stifling a gag as the tip pressed against the back of her throat. She worked into a pace of her own, bobbing back and forth across the length and occasionally running her tongue along the underside. Creamy pre dribbled out from the tip, and Iusta began bucking her hips slightly, signalling her imminent release. Before she could, however, Cevraya rose her head off of her dick and gripped the base firmly. "Ah ah, you don't get to come until I've been satisfied. Wouldn't be fair if you were the only one finishing after all." Iusta whimpered and humped futilely against the constricting hand, but she was in little position to object.

	The Azorius returned to her labors with increased determination, trying to please Cevraya as well as possible and as quickly as possible. Cevraya purred happily atop her, letting out an occasional moan as Iusta's tongue twisted and lapped inside her. She felt her own orgasm rising, and ground herself against Iusta's face to coax it further. As it crashed over her, she plunged herself back onto her dick , letting out a pitched cry of delight as she spilled her love across Iusta's face and chin. With her lips pressed around Iusta's shaft once more, it wasn't long until the other woman joined her in orgasm. She pulled back from Cevraya's slickened lips and moaned loudly, and Cevraya felt the first spurts of seed erupt from the tip and into her mouth.

	As the last streams were spent in Cevraya's throat, she raised herself off of Iusta. The blonde was breathing deeply, her eyes staring widely in the haze of post-coital bliss. Curling up next to her, Cevraya pulled a blanket over the pair and held Iusta's head to her chest. As exhaustion drew them both towards sleep, Iusta looked up into Cevraya's eyes. She mumbled words of love and thanks, and Cevraya pretended not to hear.