The Lady Harlot, pristine and made ready during the trip, held in the docking pattern over their new destination. On the radio, Liddy argued with traffic control.

“Listen, Lake River control! I am not setting down on the fishing docks! I am here to service the local nobility, and I can't do that if they get overwhelmed by the scent of rancid fish! So either get me a docking slip somewhere rich or I'm setting down on someone's lawn and blaming you!” Liddy paused for a breath.

Ving stood next to her, shaking her head, hands on the controls. It had been a good solid hour of screaming over the radio with several different operators. She had a good view of the city as she turned the ship in a lazy arc around it. The long river that ran through it fed into the lake the whole city surrounded before carrying on to the distant ocean. One small part of the lake had high cliffs that descended into a sandy beach as you followed the water, all around it were the most expensive houses and thus their prefered clientele. She waited in silence with Liddy as the operator was hopefully making docking arrangements.

Down the stairs, Vile and Tonna had been listening but grew bored waiting for a response.

“Why don't we just land wherever and go see the clients?” Tonna asked.

“It's not legal in most places. The ship is a safe haven where we can do whatever. So we take advantage of that. But not if the clients don't want to make the trip,” Vile responded.

“Do you get a lot of clients?” Tonna inquired before clarifying. “I mean, you personally. I can't imagine either of us finding many willing men outside of that city where everyone was one of us. Foxy is at least the same basic shape as all the other women, and the others don't look that different.”

“Except for the wings, gills, scales, ears, and so on. I hear you though, and I had issues at first. The thing is, there are always people who either have no standards as long as they can put themselves inside something wet, or they just happen to be attracted to you. I find it common for men of power to enjoy being with a powerful woman so they can turn off their dominant side. I'm pretty much the apex of that.”

“Yes, but not me.” Tonna gestured to her self. “If you take away the snake body, I'm not a robust and powerful woman. I wasn't tiny but always shorter than men and I liked it. I loved feeling overwhelmed with the bodies of my lovers.”

“It doesn't really matter for clients though.” Vile paused to rephrase. “I mean, just walk and talk with confidence in yourself like you probably did before and the clients will respond. Yes, the snake body and extra arms and the snake hair will bother some people. Just like my blood red skin, powerful frame, my hooves, and my horns.” Vile paused to touch the horns that had grown to several inches of ivory. “But even Inky has to deal with men who don't like her skin colour. Mari, her ink. Emma, her borderline childlike appearance can go either way. Liddy’s less than impressive breasts.”

“I heard that!” Liddy shouted from up the stairs.

Vile grinned as if she had intentionally said the last bit loud enough. “The point is, people are weird and there are always deal breakers that have little to do with being Emberborn. So, accept that you won't be on everyone's menu like every woman on this ship has to do, and work with it. Granted, we have a ‘Trixy-er’ time...” Vile paused to dodge some thrown objects from the bridge. “...than most, but we can only change so much. After that, it's how we present ourselves and the interests of the clients. If we are lucky, we get men who look at us and hire us out of extreme curiosity.”

“I suppose. I still wish the holy girl was able to break my curse. She said she would look into it more, but she didn't seem confident it could be broken.”

“Until then, you will just have to enjoy your snake body and the advantages it affords you. I'm willing to bet those extra hands would feel amazing on my skin.”

As Liddy resumed yelling over the radio, Tonna took the verbal hint and the even more obvious hint of Vile pulling the silk covering her breasts to the side. As she put her four hands on them, two gripping her flesh and two on her nipples, she felt a pair of tails sliding along her scales. She opened the scales that covered her womanhood and felt one tail tip pushing inside her body while the other teased the flesh around the penetration.

As Vile pushed her breasts into Tonnas’ face, she mingled her tongue within the snake hair. It felt so smooth and the writhing snakes wrapped around her tongue gently.

Tonna couldn't wrap even her own elongated tongue around the massive breasts she was holding but nonetheless worked to cover every inch of them with her saliva. She moved her own tail to wrap around one of the legs of the demoness before returning the favour and penetrating deep inside with far more flesh than any man had put inside her. Her smooth scales made it easy to slide in and out, even if she hadn't been wet with anticipation, but it did make the more forceful thrusts easier still.

Vile clenched fiercely as her body reacted to the vigorous climax from the hard entry into her body. Forcing in her second tail alongside the first, Vile pushed them both into the snake-woman as deep as they could penetrate, writhing about within her core. The two women held each other as their bodies spasmed in simultaneous climax.

As their bodies relaxed, they kissed, both their long tongues wrapping around each other between their mouths, Vile’s totally overwhelmed by the snake tongue. When they finished, they noticed Liddy on the steps with a hand between her legs and the other holding the headset to her ear.

Liddy shrugged. “They put me on hold again.”

****

Conna wasn't sure what Tonna had been doing, but as soon as they docked, she came out and laid lengthwise along the railing on the side of the ship. Now she laid, rather uncomfortably looking with her tail on alternating sides, with her head and body near the door. Her breasts barely covered by some very thin silk, she essentially put herself on display. Conna made a confused noise when Juno came out to join her on guard duty. Juno made an appreciative one at the lovely breasts basking in the sun.

“This way clients can see me, and if any get interested, I get them first. Otherwise, I just get to bask in the sun,” Tonna answered without them really asking.

Conna nodded in understanding, then nudged Juno to attention as Liddy came out the door to pause and appreciate Tonna before moving on. Hannah came out next with Astra and Blaze in their combat kit to make Liddy look more important. They all spared a glance at Tonna who was resting all four of her hands on her belly in the sun. Cat followed after but failed to notice Tonna as she caught up with Liddy. The two of them were wearing expensive outfits that looked like elegant dresses, however the corsets were designed to show off a bit more skin than the style usually allowed. They wanted to look like nobility but not blend in.

****

Ving adjusted the dress Paje wore. It wasn't quite her size but the space meant for a pair of wings was ideal for showing off the ink on her back. She put some clip pins into the clothing to keep everything in place. Easy held Paje by the breasts to keep them covered as Ving did her work and smiled at Paje the whole time. It was easy for them to fall out since they only barely covered the breasts above or below. The ink on her belly was also on display.

“Alright,” Ving stated oddly, her lips busy holding extra pins. “Take it off and put it back on. See if everything stays where it's supposed to.”

“Um… miss?” Paje asked.

“Oh, sorry.” Easy apologized and let go of her breasts.

Paje smiled, Ving laughed, and the dress dropped to the floor. Paje then picked it up and fit it back over her body.

“Perfect!” Ving exclaimed. “Everything is still in place.”

“Ready to start seeing clients?” Easy asked.

“I think so. I mean, I really want to have my first time with a man.”

Ving’s jaw dropped, as did the pins held in her lips. “That's going to be expensive for some lucky bastard.”

****

Hannah stood with the escorts while they watched Liddy and Cat flit about the forum talking with the nobility. There wasn't a conventional trade hub that they could have posted to or at least one the nobility visited, so they resorted to casual mention. She watched as both Liddy and Cat expertly enticed and dealt with any unkind words with class and grace. It wasn't long before everyone was murmuring about them. Unfortunately, the local duke was ill and not receiving visitors. They would have to resort to spinning rumours with any clients who visit the ship and hope word made it back to the Duke.

As they made their way to leave, an arriving aristocrat noticed them. He made a quick glance downwards and an approving smile when he saw Hannah. At first, she thought he had been staring at her breasts, though to be fair, he probably did, but he had settled on her weapon. She touched Astra to let her know she was hanging back and waited until the man felt comfortable enough to approach her after the others left.

“You are the only one here with a weapon that isn't polished gold or whatnot,” he commented by way of introduction.

“It’s seen its share of use, but it's clean, it works, and it's always loaded,” Hannah replied. She liked how the man seemed to appreciate the fact.

“Are you available for hire?” he asked, taking a quick glance down again, but only so far as her breasts.

****

Inky stood face to face with the bodyguard who had been a full head taller than her but was now bent over slightly from the strike she had delivered to his gut. Normally, bodyguards stayed on the docks, but this one had insisted on joining his master. That was typically

allowed as long as they went aboard unarmed. So far, he and his master refused to disarm for their stay. He was about to threaten Inky when he heard the sound of a machine gun having its action worked, charging the weapon for firing. Laurel had it resting on the railing, aimed at him, in a blatant display of overkill. Conna and Juno already had their rifles aimed at him.

It looked just about ready to go completely wrong when Liddy arrived back on the docks. She took in the scene at a glance and understood exactly what was wrong. After walking up the ramp, she put herself between the bodyguard and Inky -- who took a step back.

“Sir, if your bodyguard wants to commit suicide, there is a perfectly acceptable cliff nearby that would prevent him from getting his blood on my ship,” Liddy addressed the noble.

He started to reply in a condescending tone, “Listen, Captain, I-”

“Lady Captain, Sir. You would do well not to speak down to me.”

Her retort surprised him, but finally addressing someone of ‘his own class’ seemed to calm him. “I would like my bodyguard to accompany me on this ship.”

“That is acceptable, he may enter, but his weapons will not. The last group of armed men who boarded my ship did not survive the attempt. Neither will he.”

The noble looked between Inky and his man before finally nodding to Liddy. He indicated his bodyguard to surrender his weapons. After the angry man handed them to Juno, he followed his master inside the ship, keeping his angry glare on Inky. The noble noticed this and got a smirk on his face.

“I find bodyguards who get humiliated to be difficult to trust.” The noble stated as he turned to face Liddy again. “How much for him to take some time with… her” He gestured to Inky.

The bodyguard looked at his lord in surprise before getting an angry grin on his face as he looked back at Inky.

Liddy drew a deep breath, having had quite enough of the man and was almost ready to throw him off when she felt Inky pinch her bum to covertly stall her. She paused long enough to hear Inky whisper through gritted teeth, “Angry sex,” in a lighter, interested tone.

“Quite a lot more than if you were to have her. Between your attitude thus far and the fact she's on duty--”

Liddy was barely done alluding to there being a whole list of reasons to increase the price when he interrupted. “How much?”

Liddy smiled wickedly as his pride committed him to whatever price she decided to give him.

****

Hannah didn't have extremely high standards when it came to drinking, but she could recognize the good stuff when she had it. The man had insisted on treating her to a fine meal before discussing business. Of all the things the wealthy did while conducting business, it was one she certainly approved of. The food was fantastic and the wine matched perfectly. As they ate, he asked if the stories were true. He wanted to know about the vampire, the undead village, and even the ‘snake monster’ they had supposedly slain.

“Actually she's a lovely person,” Hannah countered. “She works with us now. Not a monster, though, just a poor girl trying to live with a curse.”

“Oh my, does she turn men to stone? Or was that untrue?”

“She can, but usually doesn't unless she has a reason. Our resident warrior priestess can break that particular magic so nobody stays stone for long.”

“You seem to have a collection of strong and powerful people on your ship.”

“A necessity, really. We can arrive at a place and look for peaceful work and find ourselves embroiled in danger. Middle of the palace where the Duke of the capitol lives, we were attacked by waves of vampire thralls. It’s really surprising how often these things happen when we don't even go looking for them.”

“Well, trouble does seem to fall on those who seek to avoid it.” His voice trailed off as he considered how to convey he understood her feelings. “But I digress, I have need of your…” he considered his words. “...talents.”

Hannah could tell his eyes were firmly set on her breasts, “Something we certainly have a great many of,” she responded, also thinking of breasts.

“There is a house, not so far from here. A… party of sorts is going on and I think a collection of women with weapons might be just what is needed.”

“You like soldier-girls for this job?”

“Well, I'm certainly not going to hire armed men for it!” he shouted as he shook his head before taking a drink with a smile.

“Well, I'm sure we can oblige. If the price is right.”

He slid a paper across the table, “This is what I offered the last lot.”

Hannah blushed at the number, it was serious money you would expect for a mercenary contract. “Big party, then, eh?”

He nodded, again his eyes on her breasts.

“Well, it looks like we might be able to do business.” Hannah signed ‘The crew of the Lady Harlot’. “Your signature?”

Hannah offered the paper back and he extended his hand. Instead of passing it over to him, she held it in her teeth and crawled over the table, pushing plates and glasses aside. On all fours, she offered a much better view of her breasts as he took the paper from her mouth.

“You already signed, this won't increase the pay,” he stammered, trying to sign his own name quickly.

“You'd think that, but there are other rewards than financial, and I don't want to wait until after the job is done.”

As soon as he shook the pounce from the paper, Hannah grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in for a kiss. He snapped his fingers and one of the attendants drew the curtain around the table. The music that had been playing softly picked up a bit in volume, but it couldn't hide the sounds of crashing plates as the man joined Hannah on the table.

He was surprised that her breasts were suddenly revealed, but didn't stop to ponder the intricacies of her uniform. Instead, he gripped them tightly and licked as she slowly dribbled wine on them for him to slurp up.

Hannah was thankful their meal had called for a white wine rather than a red that would have stained her uniform. Before she could strip it off, she ducked his head under her skirt and as she knelt on the table, she could feel his tongue displaying far more talent than most men could claim. Her moans forced the band that was playing to again increase in volume. The privacy offered by the establishment they were in was only really geared towards keeping business deals quiet. Not the cacophony of sexual expression that was starting.

It only occurred to Hannah that she might have wanted to know the name of the man, and she was sure he had introduced himself, but between the drink and the sensation between her legs, she couldn't remember. Instead, she stripped the rest of her clothing off and saw the face of the man buried in her flesh. She squealed as her body gave out a short climax that surprised her. Falling back onto the food and the flowers that had been decorating the table, her new friend realised he had succeeded.

He crawled on top of her after quickly stripping off his shirt and trousers while he watched her writhe, covered in food. Slowly he worked his way up her thighs, to the hot flesh between her legs that still ached for more, and up her body to clean her breasts before kissing Hannah again. He kept the kiss and stared her in the eyes as he pushed himself inside her. The hard moan she let out went into his mouth as he put his tongue in to find hers.

Hannah wrapped her legs around him as he thrust deep into her body as the table shook. The hard kiss he kept on her did a little to keep her quiet, but she didn't doubt that everyone knew what was going on. To her, the thrill wasn't that he was surprisingly good at sex so much as that he had always seemed a bit awkward while talking to her. That was a man most women would have passed on could offer so much enthusiasm once he finally got past his social inabilities. She felt his seed explode inside her body as he, rather predictably, didn't last long. Yet her own body reciprocated with another climax. For her, the satisfaction was the experience of the hidden gem of a man inside her.

****

Tonna didn't know quite how to feel. On one hand, her display on the railing had gotten her hired by one of the first men to arrive at the ship before Liddy had even started spreading the word. On another hand, the man had called her names and treated her poorly as he penetrated her snake body. On her third hand, he had been kind and polite before and after, so it felt like he had wanted to act that way as much as have sex with her. On the fourth hand, it just hadn't been as satisfying an experience as she would have liked.

“It happens,” Emma said softly from the hallway as she adjusted her underwear through her dress. “Some just like being able to have a girl they can treat like shit with no consequences. Not that they face much of that off this ship but they seem to think they do.”

“I think part of it might just be that I expected something more fulfilling for my first time with a client. Ya know? Leave the bad sex for after.”

“I hear that, though ‘Wow, this is way better.’ sex is also fun. The first man at any port kind of sets the expectations of the rest. At least for a bunch of us. So try not to let it get you down.”

“I suppose, it was nice just having a man inside me.”

Emma smiled and nodded in understanding. “Come on, Inky is getting with a disgruntled bodyguard and it should be fun to check out. They are using one of the quick fuck rooms and we can spy on them from the other.”

****

Juno had locked up the bodyguard's weapons and let Harriot take her place at the door. She watched Inky take him into one of the lower rooms and went around to go into the other lower room. She quietly opened the door and saw Tonna using her snake body to lift herself high enough to make use of the movable panel that Emma, held in her arms, was

opening. Juno quickly closed the door and sighed. She had wanted to watch Inky but didn't want anyone to see her enjoying the show.

****

Easy and Foxy were dressed more modestly than usual as they walked through the city. Even Vile did her best to blend in, wearing a trench coat and labourer's clothing. They of course still stood out, sparkling skin and hair that changed colour with mood could be hidden, but the sparkling fairy wings could not. Foxy found it amusing that she probably blended in the most, despite being covered in fur with her tail swishing behind her.

“I don't think any of us are the most ideal choices for going unnoticed,” Vile spoke up. “Between my hooves and the metal shoes clopping on the cobblestone, people are already looking before even seeing us. Assuming someone brought a slow horse down the road.”

“Tonna would be a bigger deal than all of us put together,” Easy replied. “Emma is far too subtle, Leira is the wrong kind of ‘not’ subtle.” They all laughed a bit at the expense of their friend. “And Ela is just new. So who else could we pick?”

“Me, maybe,” Foxy answered. “Alone. But that wouldn't be safe or believable. We are trying to tell people about an Emberborn city. A single person isn't convincing. Between the three of us, we should be able to tell a whole lot of people quickly.”

“Fair enough. At least the natural prejudice humans have towards us has put all our people in the same part of the city. I mean, it's stupid and wrong, but it makes talking to them easier.”

“Social groups tend to do that no matter what they are, but yeah. Assigned housing to keep us ‘out of the way’ so we don't spoil their property values is wrong. It would be nice if people just embraced their Emberborn children rather than tossing them into a ghetto.” Foxy growled the last bit.

“There were a few humans who fled to Harlottown with their kids. Or ones they took in,” Easy informed them.

Vile nodded. “I saw a few. And when Inky and I were together, other Emberborn seemed to not mind her being Human. I think it's a matter of exposure. The more often you see something, the less ‘different’ it is to you. So we just got to keep playing like we are normal and hope it catches on.”

“And occasionally stomp a few faces who don't quite get the message,” Foxy stated in a somewhat dangerous tone.

“Well, of course!” Vile answered with a laugh.

****

Inky had her uniform torn off as soon as she got into the room with the man. It surprised him how easy it was, unaware it was designed for just that if certain other clasps meant to keep it together in battle were released ahead of time. His anger stalled for a moment as he took in the sight of the tanned-skinned beauty standing before him. He slapped her hard and pushed her onto the bed as he started taking his own clothes off.

Knowing it would enrage him, Inky sighed in boredom when it took him longer to disrobe than she had. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of properly venting his rage on her. It's one thing to beat an enemy into submission, something he was attempting to do to her, but giving someone everything they want and making it all taste bitter was something else.

He slapped her again before grabbing her by her hair and forcing himself into her mouth. His rough handling causing her to gag and drool over her own breasts. The whole time she did her best to keep her eyes on him and smile. Stopping, he yanked on her breasts instead, hoping to hurt her, but as Emma and Tonna watched from the tiny pair of holes in the wall, Inky screamed in pleasure. Thwarted, he threw her legs open and put himself inside her, sliding in easy through the exceptionally wet passage. It almost surprised him how easy it had been as if he never had a woman that willing before. He frantically thrust into Inky as he pinned her arms down.

“Stop smiling!” he shouted, doing his best to violently penetrate her.

“It's my job to enjoy my clients. I can't help if your roughness turns me on.”

He got off the bed, angry, limp. “You were paid to satisfy me! You will do your job doing something you don't enjoy!”

Inky felt a hand touch her shoulder, she smiled at the hole in the wall over the shoulder of her client, letting Emma know she was alright. She got off the bed and smirked at the man.

Losing it, he swung at Inky with a closed fist. She dodged, hit him in his gut, and took his arm with her own as he tried to backhand her. Inky put him down hard in an armlock, putting him on his knees. Expertly, she trapped his other arm and held them both in place with just one of hers. Then, reaching around, she took his limpness into her hand and started to massage it. She felt it grow stiff as he struggled, the slickness of her own juices letting her hand slide over it quickly.

“See, I prefer having this inside me. Can't say I really like just using my hands for this. This normally just warms a man up. But since you requested this, I can't very well deny you.”

The man, feeling her breasts on his back, her hand working his manhood quickly, grunted as his seed burst onto the floor in front of them. Inky let go of him, released his arms, and when he faced her again, she licked her hand clean. She didn't like the taste or having to swallow but it was a power play.

“At least I got a little in me. Happy to have served you. Now kindly get the fuck off this ship.”

****

Mari cried internally as her client calmly explained that he just wanted to talk when she finally got him into a workroom. Some men just wanted conversation away from anyone else, with a pretty girl, because they were so starved for that kind of attention at home. Having to feign interest with enough attention to recall anything should it come up as they spoke was tedious in the extreme for her. She just wanted him to savage her, not explain why he deserved more respect at home. Mari wished Hannah had taken him, she was good at that, but instead, she had to sit there and not imagine Inky getting the hard sex she wanted.

****

Paje was excited. She lead her first client, the first man who would ever be inside her, into a workroom. The girls she had run with in her youth kept her to themselves and didn't like the fact she also liked men. They didn't want to touch a woman who had been with a man. So, to keep her adopted family on the streets, she only ever touched women. When she became old enough, she enlisted, but the segregated ranks kept her strictly with women again. She didn't really mind women, she loved it, but the habit of refusing men was ingrained in her thought process. When she saw that a ship was looking for female soldiers who would be willing to engage in harlotry, she knew it was her chance. She had lost touch with her old friends while in the military and had nothing else to keep her home. Her parents had cast her out for finding her with another girl.

The ship was so very different. There was, of course, plenty of fun to be had with the women, but even committed lovers were with others and men. The idea of having man after man and still having women to be with and bond to was amazing to her. Her client could tell her smiles were genuine since nobody beams happiness like that without feeling it.

When she got him into the room and closed the door she watched him, waiting to see what he wanted rather than assuming anything. He stood there, waiting for her, then adjusted his stance with his arms out a bit farther and she realised what he meant. She went over to him and started to disrobe him. A man with servants didn't always dress or undress himself. Not that Paje really minded. She savoured the act, and was pleased he wasn't too big on either axis to make disrobing him difficult.

“My wife just usually lays on the bed, but I came here for something different. A fresh girl like you must have some ideas?”

Paje bade him sit on the bed while she stripped the dress from her body. She could see him stiffen at the sight of her. The ink of the girls she ran with all over her body. Their whole gang had similar markings. She knew she liked it, and the other girls did, but now she could see he very much liked it as well. Getting on her knees, she leant forward and licked along his shaft while holding it first in one hand and then the other.

“What are you… oh, my…” was all he got out as Paje took her sweet time savouring the first man she'd ever had.

Slowly, she let him into her mouth, getting as far back as she could without choking. His hands rested on her blonde curls as her head moved over him and he simply made surprised noises. A woman using her mouth like that had simply never occurred to him.

“Is this really something a virgin does?” He asked, not really wanting her to stop to answer.

“It's something I've always wanted to do,” Paje replied, tears ruining her makeup. “I don't really know how the others do it. Maybe they are better. Probably are. I’ve just dreamed of finally being able to do it.”

“Not sure I could handle better,” he replied. “How does a girl so pretty not have an army of men after her?”

Paje laughed, trying not to part her lips and tongue from his shaft. “I had an army of women keeping me to themselves.”

“I hope I don't hurt you then.”

“Let's find out.”

Paje straddled the man in his lap and slowly ground herself against his shaft, feeling it with her womanhood, dripping over it. She lifted herself up, putting her breasts into his face. He kissed them as she slowly lowered herself. One of her hands held him by the cheek as she kissed his lips while the other guided him to press against her. A deep breath, and she lowered herself more to feel him enter her body. She had taken many objects inside herself prior, but the feeling of a living man pushing through her flesh was overwhelming. To finally have something she had ached for caused her to burst into tears as she moaned hard. His arms held her close to him and she worked her hips back and forth to feel him move inside her. Her body climaxed as she did so, and she dug her nails into his back.

He didn't mind the pain. Rather, he enjoyed the experience of something so unlike any time he spent with his wife. Inspired, he tried something else. Holding her, he lifted her up and put her against the wall, putting his arms under her legs. Lifting her and dropping her, he bounced her on his hard shaft as his thrusts put her against the wall even harder. He felt her body climax again and watched her saliva spill from her mouth, having forgotten to swallow. It landed on her breasts where he licked it up during a lift. He thought about putting her on the bed to see if she would enjoy it how his wife did, but the excitement got the better of him and he felt his seed set loose inside the woman.

Paje screamed as her body climaxed hard yet again at the feeling of a man's seed within her. She didn't want to let it or him go and kept her hips moving against him. When he put her on the bed she thought he was finished, feeling him soften inside her. But keeping up the noises seemed to give him what he needed to keep going. Slowly he started to stiffen again as he thrust her into the bed. Neither of them were finished, yet.

****

Hannah found Liddy sitting mildly annoyed in the lounge where all the girls seemed to be hanging around. “You look stressed. I guess Harriot did what I told her to do,” she stated.

“What?” Liddy sat up. “What did you tell her to do?”

“Oh?” Hannah remarked. “It’s something else? Nevermind then.”

“Tomorrow is a day of worship, or rather today, everyone left at midnight.” Cat replied.

Liddy started glaring at either the clock on the wall or Hope who was sitting near it.

“It’s not my church!” Hope said to defend herself. “When we have a day of rest, it just means you shouldn't go to work. Not shun any and all forms of merriment. Seriously, these overly pious people get on my nerves.”

Everyone gave her an odd look until she let out a laugh, unable to keep a straight face.

“Not wherever this place is.” Hannah handed the contract over. “I was wondering how to work it in, but a free day works out. Basically, some guy has a party he wants a bunch of soldier-girls to entertain for. I can certainly understand a fondness for women in uniform with guns.”

Liddy choked on her words as she tried to swear.

“Saw the contract price, did you?” Hannah asked, taking a drink from Ving.

“This can't be real! It would be worth doing even if someone was horribly killed.” Liddy glared at Hannah for a moment.

Hannah overacted some mock offence, “Really?! I'm the one who got us this job! Can you at least wait until I do something to annoy you before contemplating my demise?”

“Of course. My apologies to my Queen Hannah.”

“You are forgiven, Lady Trixy.”

Hannah got another glare from Liddy. “What did Harriot do?”

“Nothing!” Hannah replied, honestly, trying to sound the opposite.

Then Easy suddenly burst into the ship.

****

In an expensive home, a nobleman walked into his bedroom. He saw his wife brushing her hair in front of the mirror, wearing a fine white lace robe. She got up as he entered and forced a smile.

“Welcome home, my husband. Did you enjoy your evening?” she asked, sitting on the bed.

“Yes,” he replied, suddenly aware of her feelings. “Though I need to find a new bodyguard. Please entertain my guest.”

She was too confused to say anything as he left. Then, as Juno entered, it shifted to surprise and terror. She looked at the woman wearing a soft purple silk dress that failed to hide the lack of underwear underneath. The door closed, locking them in together.

Juno could see her almost in a panic. “It’s alright,” she whispered as she slowly approached the lady.

“What are you doing here?” the lady asked in a trembling voice as Juno sat beside her.

“Your husband, feeling you might find his affections tiresome, came to our ship to have some willing passion. The woman he was with had never been with a man before and mentioned her time with only women. It occurred to him that perhaps you might have similar tastes. That you are only intimate because you are expected to be as a wife. That your tastes may… be different than common. So when he asked if there would be any willing to entertain his wife,” Juno left out the part where she floated herself into Liddy’s view entirely without subtlety while she discussed the arrangement. “I was excited to volunteer.”

“No, I'm a proper woman. I would never betray my husband.” The woman stammered, skin turning white as snow.

“I have the feeling that he wants to make you happy. If not himself, then with what he gives you. Tomorrow it might mean letting you have lady friends you don't need to tell anyone about, but tonight it means me. I am here for you if you want me.”

The woman was shaking in fear, until Juno put a hand on her thigh, and it suddenly stopped.

“What's wrong with me?” she asked.

“Either nothing or the same thing that's wrong with me. But I promise, what you do with me tonight won't feel wrong.”

The lady touched Juno on the thigh, and watched as Juno shifted her pose slightly to let the hand run up her thigh and between her legs. Juno didn't gasp as loudly as the lady did when the hand reached her sex. The lady moaned at the sight of her own hand touching the woman. Her eyes looked up at Juno as if asking for permission. She received a kind smile and nod to let her know she could do anything she wanted.

Juno, seeing the lady dart her eyes over her body, revealed it to her by dropping the dress to the floor, standing naked in front of her. She then slowly peeled the lace robe off the woman to let her stand naked as well. They stood in front of each other for a moment before the lady kissed her, pressing her breasts against Juno’s. Juno pushed her leg between the lady’s and felt the wetness grow as her hips started to rub against her.

Pulling Juno onto the bed, the lady pulled her on top. She watched as Juno lifted one of her legs over her shoulder and started to grind her womanhood against her own. The shine of sweat started to form on their bodies in the light of night as the lady watched the body of the woman move. Reaching up, she could feel the mounds of flesh on the chest of another woman and gripped her breasts tightly in her hands. She felt her own breasts teased in the hands of the woman giving her pleasure. Then, with a sudden scream, she felt her body spasm in a most unfamiliar torrent of pleasure. She hadn't noticed Juno coming to lay on top of her to kiss until after her body had calmed. Then, slowly the kisses went down her neck, over her breasts, her belly, then to her thighs, then, after a few soft bites, between her legs.

Juno knew the lady was inexperienced and was determined to give her the full treatment. Sliding her tongue inside the woman and through the folds of flesh, before gently teasing the pleasure button to make her scream again. The lady thrashed with her arms wildly trying to grip on pillows and blankets to brace herself. Juno had to hold her by the thighs tightly to keep from getting kicked. She spent many long minutes bringing the lady close before gently easing off, over and over, not letting the noblewoman find release. On the seventh time, Juno finally let her climax. She kept on until the lady couldn't even breathe to scream as her body bucked harder until it went rigid with sensation. The lady arched her back with such strength that Juno was lifted partially off the bed until everything collapsed.

The lady heaved ragged gasps as her body convulsed with the pounding of her heart. She couldn't move to hold off the woman crawling up to kiss her again. Their naked bodies lay in the moonlight and candle as the lady slowly caught her breath, focused on the eyes of Juno.

****

Vile was standing over the moaning bodies of those who had been stupid enough to think she wouldn't fight back. The mob had come into the Emberborn ghetto as sort of a weekly tradition to ‘punish the sinners’ and make themselves feel superior.

Foxy had moved quickly to disarm and disable the ones who had gotten near her and now the rest kept their distance.

“You will pay for your transgressions!” Shouted someone from the mob.

“Then come and collect!” Vile roared in response as she burned her clothes off except for the magically-treated silk she had made specifically to resist her magic.

The crowd, quite intelligently, didn't try to collect. Instead, they turned around to look at their leader. Someone in the robes of a church -- but with different symbols than what Hope wore on hers. He seemed terrified by Vile, unaccustomed to anyone standing up to them that his followers couldn't deal with.

"Begone, vile demon!” He shouted like a man pretending the fear in his voice was courage.

“Make me, coward!” Vile responded with a snarl.

There was a pause while he considered his next move, until a noise overhead distracted them. A small craft hovered over the confrontation, and from it came a woman in shining armour. Hope landed in the space between the two groups, mace in hand and burning with holy fire.

“How dare you!” Hope bellowed in righteous fury. “Having all these people do all the work to support your personal hatred of people born differently than you. You don't care about your robes or your teachings! They are all tools that you to use to manipulate others. Had you never joined the church, you would still be the same. All you have is your hatred and you feed that poison to others. If you will not be the beacon of faith and goodness these people need, then I will take your place! Repent or relinquish your title!”

Hope approached the priest with heavy and determined strides until he crumbled in front of her, wailing like a child. Disgusted, she turned away and glared at the people around her. None could meet her gaze and they turned away in shame. The crowd dispersed slowly, as people couldn't bear to remain, shamed by her words and steely gaze.

Hope stood there until only the priest remained, laying in the street, broken and sobbing into his robes. Then she walked away without a word.