Not content to gloat about her daring rescue, the robber danced down off the roof. She was supremely graceful in her acrobatics as she leaped from the thatch to a tree then slid down to the ground. Atrocious, who was not quite so ready to come down and put herself back in the warrior’s path, stayed safely above the fray as an observer.
“Come out here, crone!” Rogette called from the clearing in front of the inn. She was staying well clear of the door, keeping her flight options open. One funny move from Kira and the robber would be able to disappear into the dense undergrowth.
Kira came out and stood a sword’s length away from the robber, her arms folded over her chest. Kira was an impressive sight, especially when her temper rose. All the leather and steel she wore seemed to bristle with her, making her something more than just a woman. She was a deadly weapon in woman form, that’s what she was. Atrocious hoped Rogette knew what she was doing.
“Why don’t you try picking on someone your own size?” Rogette inquired, her hands on her hips, her feet planted shoulder-width apart. She didn’t seem to be afraid of Kira at all. She looked like a cocky little bird, all bright colors and posturing and loud chirping.
“Because it’s always the little upstarts who cause the most trouble,” Kira said. “Nice rope work, by the way. I’m a fan of the discipline myself.”
Rogette ignored the dry compliment. “Are you going to leave your friend alone?”
“I am not.” Kira said, glancing up at the place Atrocious remained hiding. “The moment she comes down, I’m going to tan her hide, then yours.”
Rogette laughed a delighted laugh. “What a threat to make.”
“It’s not a threat, it’s a promise,” Kira smiled.
“Maybe I like that sort of thing,” Rogette suggested flirtatiously. Atrocious covered her mouth and tried not to laugh as the pretty robber turned around and began wriggling her backside suggestively at Kira. She had a very shapely bottom, and she knew how to move it. The globes of her ass wriggled and jiggled in an enticing dance designed to drive onlookers to distraction.
When Kira failed to do anything besides watch her shake her rump, Rogette turned around with an exaggerated pout “You’re not going to take me up on the offer?”
“I’ll have your hide soon enough,” Kira said. “And on my terms, not yours, you shameless flirt.”
“Ugh you’re too old to remember how to have fun,” Rogette said, rolling her eyes.
Kira unfolded her arms, letting one hang loosely by her side, the other resting lightly atop the pommel of her sword. “I’m old enough to know a misguided little upstart when I see one. You should spend less time shaking your rear at strangers and more time finding a trade that doesn’t involve taking what isn’t yours.”
“Don’t tell me what to do with my life,” Rogette sneered. “You don’t know me.”
“I don’t have to know you to know that you’ll end up dead within the year if you keep going the way you’re going, not unlike your little friend on the roof up there.”
“Well it’s not any business of yours if I do,” Rogette maintained.
“It’s not, but you tried to rob me, and that is my business, young lady.”
Atrocious giggled. Kira was speaking very strictly indeed, her voice was low with authority and it was having a definite effect on Rogette, though probably not the effect Kira wanted to have.
The robber appeared not to have been lying when she said she liked what Kira had on offer. She sidled closer to the warrior, coming within arm’s reach. “Let me make it up to you,” she said, looking coquettishly up at Kira under her lashes. “Let me lick your pussy.”
Kira’s brow rose. “Young lady!” She exclaimed, sounding very strict and almost maternal. “Who taught you to speak to strangers that way?”
“I taught myself,” Rogette said, ignoring Kira’s question. “I’m very, very good.” She pressed her body up against Kira, arching like a cat. “Don’t you want to find out?”
Kira looked down at the robber, whose head only just came up to her shoulder. “I want to thrash you for daring to try to rob me.”
“Fine, spank me then fuck me, whatever you want,” Rogette said with an exaggerated wink.
“Oh by all the gods,” Kira said, raising her eyes skywards. “Cut that out.”
Atrocious realized that what she was seeing was a very clever ploy. By pretending she wanted to be spanked, Rogette was going to avoid punishment entirely. The robber was still rubbing herself up against Kira quite shamelessly and the warrior had yet to lay as much as a finger on her.
“Go help Atrocious down before she breaks her neck up there,” Kira told the robber.
“I’m not going to get her down if you hit her,” Rogette pouted prettily.
“Fine. Nobody gets hit. Just get her down.” Kira sighed a long sigh and retired back inside the inn.
Atrocious’s eyes were wide. Rogette had completely disarmed Kira and gotten away with near murder without a single slap having landed on her shapely bottom. It had been a masterful piece of work and Atrocious was in absolute awe.
Loading ...
Hahahahah. Rogette is so awesome!!! I always like it when your characters acknowledge kink, I always find amusing and a bit… meta? Would that be what i want to say? I don’t exactly know how to explain it and i don’t really need to, but I love it.
I’m sure your stories could have their own tv-tropes page. There, that’s the geeky compliment I was looking for!!
So, yeah, don’t really know how to name all your tropes but all are amazing.
Oh, tv-tropes. Particularly, the tv-tropes page of an awesome program that I think you will enjoy (maybe you already know it):
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TargetWomen
Sorry I digress so much.
P.S. People these days seem to be very into “not labelling things/not labelling themselves” and I get that but I just seem to like it very much for some reason. That’s my excuse for looking for trying to look for tropes in your stories.
Oh, also, I also loved Kira in this chapter. Very strict and maternal, indeed.
I’m afraid my first comment got lost. Lost awaiting for moderation, at least. Not sure why. But since i’m sure it wasn’t a bad comment or anything and just in case it gets lost for real:
I really love Roguette in this chapter and I really love when your characters acknowledge kink. Roguette shaking her rear, a brat calling her top on her sadism or kinkiness…
It always amuses me.
So the thing is, my coment was a very geeky compliment saying I can’t avoid to search for tropes in the stories/series/films I enjoy the most and I’d give you your own tv-tropes page, Miss Renard, if only i were a more internet-savy geek.
Oh, and tv-tropes doesn’t pay me or anything, I just really like the page. And your stories. And your stories’ tropes.
There.
A kinky geeky disney dyke, that’s what I am. I seem to like labels, lots of labels. And tropes, lots of tropes. That’s my excuse for my geeky comment.
But in a nutshell, what I meant is: I’m enjoyind the hell outa this story.
Oh. This is tv-tropes:
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HomePage
And Roguette being (or faking?) being into spanking? I don’t know why but it felt like she was leaning on the fourth wall. I don’t actually think it fits in that trope, but other times, yeah.
Well, lately I’ve been reading tv-tropes pages, so…
Sorry for the ramble, really.
And of course, she is too kinky to be punished!!!
Hey Disney Dyke
Your comments got caught up in the spam filter on account of the links. No big deal, just the filter catches links because people trying to hock viagra and home gym equipment tend to use them.
I’m not sure that Rogette is anywhere near the fourth wall, but I do see your point
I have heard many good things about TV Tropes, though it is apparently capable of swallowing one’s life whole, which is probably a trope too 
I have a feeling that Rogette is going to end up getting her just desserts one way or another, but we will have to see on that score.
I’m super happy you’re enjoying the story and thanks for the comments!
Hahahaha. definately swalowing my life these days, but I’m back home for Christmas and we are having a family crisis over here so I’m especially geeking out to avoid going crazy (which surely is another trope!!)
In my defense, I’m actually getting some studying done these days (and one could argue reading spanking romance or tv-tropes will likely help with my english but that’s a bit of a stretch, i guess), so…
And yes, I actually thought it would be the links.
A very short Br indeed!
Looks like Vol. II is off to a running start. It also appears you are having almost as much fun writing this as we are reading it! Can’t wait to see how these four ladies get along, or get on, or get it onon………..as they say in N’Orleans, “Let the good times roll!”
@ Disney Dyke All around the world, people have spent the holidays practicing the zen art of avoiding family whilst being in the same home. I hope the crisis isn’t too bad, nobody needs that sort of thing for too long
@ Sparrow I like to keep my br’s short. A compact br is a good br.
I am having fun with this, and it’s great to hear that you are too
As of today, the crisis is mostly non-existent. Passive-agressive fight mostly. But there’s going to be shit. in a few months, there’s going to be shit.
And now i talk like a gansta! But yep, feeling a bit down. Just three more days at home though, so I shall be fine. Well, not actually fine, but finer.
Oh, and I’m not the one fighting. It’s my mother and my aunt silently angry at each other. And my uncle (one of their brothers) in the hospital, which is only part of the crisis. Facebook status: it’s complicated.
@ DisneyDyke Sorry to hear all that DD, I hope it gets better soon, or you get out soon, whichever works better for you
Thanks. I’m getting out tomorrow. Of course, feeling a tad guilty about me going more crazy than worried about family affairs but… C’est la vie.