Stress Relief

Krypt’s nail clashed against that of one of the City of Tears’ great sentries. The sentry, despite its mindlessness, had a moment of surprise when the nail of the much smaller creature had far more weight to it than it had thought, but it did not show this. It pushed, sending Krypt away from it, and raised its shield. He looked at it, and lowered his nail, dragging it behind him as he ran forward, before bringing the flat of his nail into the shields edge, literally knocking it out of his way.  He then swung his nail back down, striking cleanly and nearly cutting the husk in half.

The beast still had some fight left in it, though, as it brought its own weapon down, trying to cleave Krypt in half. But he was faster, and turned his body to dodge the attack, and lopped off the arm of the husk. Before it could make another sound, he swung once more, this time connecting with its head, and cutting it down the middle, this time killing it. But just to make sure, he wrenched his nail free, and once the corpse fell over, he grabbed the greatnail it used, and lifted it over his head, before slamming it into its neck, cutting it clean off.

Krypt sighed. This was a rare sound coming from him, but rare still meant it happened. It just required him to be in a time of genuine stress. But he was not stressed at the fight, despite what any still sane onlookers might think. Rather, he was stressed by the two new forces vying for power in Hallownest: The Gray Prince below, and Caramel above. He had even come out here, while the city was still relatively clear, just to see if either had come here, yet. He wasn’t mad at them, per say; he realized that it made sense for someone to try to bring the kingdom back together, especially given the state that it was in, now.

No, he was just waiting for them to inevitably try to lay claim to the City.

He supposed that, too, made sense. The City of Tears was the original capital of Hallownest, and too important to just leave be. One of them coming here was a matter of when, not if, and he couldn’t guess when, or who that would be. And he figured that whoever came first would try and recruit him and any others who stayed here to their cause. But he liked this neutrality he had, and he would stay like that unless he was forced otherwise.  It helped that Xeno, too, was of the same mindset.

Thinking of her, he sighed once more, and began his trek back to their shared home, following the warpath he left back home. He swore that every time he came back here, it was filled with just as many infected bugs as when he last cleared it out. He was going to have to start seeing to finding other bugs willing to train, either with or under him, before this became too much for him. Once he finally returned, he knocked, and waited. While he was fine with her walking in when his bits were hanging out, she wasn’t anywhere near the same, despite how he knew she felt about him.

He was going to break that out of her, else he’d have to break his one rule.

“You can enter now!” he eventually heard her call out.  Thirty seconds this time.  He felt like he knew why that was, but he wouldn’t say anything, as he walked in the room to Xeno, reading her book.  He wasn't sure where she kept finding all this incense, but he was fine with it.

-

~Some time prior~

Xeno was horny.  This wasn’t exactly rare for her, but usually she was able to keep it down. That was not the case right now, though, as, from over her readings, she watched Krypt leave their home to reclear the streets and buildings. She waited until she was sure that he was gone before she set the book down, disrobed herself, and laid down on the sofa. She figured she had time; he was usually gone for at least 30 minutes, to make sure he was thorough.

She let her imagination run wild, as her hands crept down to her groin. She stroked her thighs, teasing and warming herself up.  She imagined her hands were Krypt’s, his sensual touch preparing her for the magic he would work. She brought her fingers to her pussy, and rubbed her clit, only to gasp, and surprise herself with how wet she was. She didn’t think she had it that bad. Her clit swells, exposing itself, and she ran her hand over it once more, shivering from the feeling.

She imagined Krypt sticking his fingers into her as his other hand caressed her body, feeling up her curves. Her fingers swirled in her pussy, tickling herself, and causing yet more juices to flow from her. She took her fingers out, and pinched at her clit, her hips raising off the cushions of the couch, before her hand left her folds, and went up her body. Her hand left a line of her juices along her torso before going under her mask and to her mouth. She tasted herself, and let out a low, throaty moan, her own flavor like an aphrodisiac that only caused more of it to ooze from her.

Her other hand crawled down her form, slowly reaching her nethers, and palmed at herself. She once more pinched at her clit, twisting and pulling it, sending a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her. She plunged what fingers weren’t working her bud inside of her slit, and moaned through her fingers as her pussy squelched slightly from how wet she was. She humped away at her hand, grinding her clit into her palm as her fingers thrusted in and out of her.

Her hips began to raise off the couch once more, as her orgasm rapidly approached. She took her hand from her mouth, and brought it down with her other, working at her clit more directly. Her orgasm was building up within her, filling her every fiber with a want for release, until the barrier holding it back finally fell away, and it erupted, practically exploding out of her in a wave of ecstasy. Too prideful to scream in pleasure, she groaned as her hips spasmed in the air, and her legs struggled to hold them up, before they collapsed, sending her back down into the seat, her slit leaking onto the cushions.

Her breathing was ragged, and heavy, but eventually she sucked in enough air to bring herself back to normal. But then, she realized in annoyance, that she was still very, very aroused. She sighed, before slowly standing, making sure her shaky legs would be able to hold her up.  Then she went over to her discarded cloak, reaching into it and pulling her ‘old friend’ from one of its pockets. She slumped back into the couch, scooching so her back was pressing against one of the armrests.

She had seen Krypt naked many times, as he was wont to do whenever they went up to the Blue Lake, but only ever erect once. And though she didn’t have much reference, she knew that he was big. Bigger, at least, than the toy she had in her hands, and it was pretty big to begin with.  She grabbed it by the base and pressed it against her pussy. She twitched, still somewhat sensitive from her previous orgasm, but she loved this feeling, practically torturing herself into another so soon. She sent her hand not holding her dildo to her bud, and she began to grind on top of her toy, holding it as still as she could, letting her juices flow out and cover her toy.

Once more, her mind made images of Krypt’s own cock, the thick, hot flesh pressing into her folds. She leaned forward to grab onto the back of the sofa, and stood on her knees with the dildo under her, swirling it around the lips of her slit. Then, taking a deep breath for control, she sunk the toy inside her pussy.  She moaned again, having forgotten how her toy felt in use. And in her head, she thought that, if this filled her so well, how would Krypt feel when he finally took her? When he finally-

She hadn’t realized how close she had gotten herself, as she felt an orgasm push its way out of her without warning. She yelped at the suddenness of it, but knew that it would not help her in her situation. So, holding the base, she began to bounce on top of the dildo, all the while imagining it was Krypt’s cock bringing her this immense pleasure. She let go of the sofa, and began to play with her clit at the same time, again building towards an orgasm.

She fell forwards, not realizing how wobbly her legs still were, and how necessary her grip on the couch was. This didn’t stop her momentum, and in fact, allowed her greater speeds, as she began to properly fuck herself with her toy. She shut her eyes, and bit her lip, as her speed only increased, and her hand playing with her bud only got rougher as she liked. Her hips shook wildly, lurching in her blissful agony. Then, a third orgasm stabbed through her, and she had to bite her lip harder to keep any noises from coming out of her. She slowly removed the dildo from her, and spun so she was on her back.

She sniffed the air. It was filled with her scent, and so soon after she had gotten the previous smell of infection out. This was becoming an issue, she understood. She was infatuated by Krypt ever since she had first seen him, so much that she had begun to follow him, and became his closest friend. But she wanted more than that, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait.

She heard a knock at the door. The one that Krypt always used to tell her it was him. She quickly cleaned herself as well as she could, lit some incense, and redressed herself. “You can enter now!”

As she looked down, she hoped he wouldn’t notice some of the stains she had left on the cushions.