Rogette the Great PT 3

“What else is new,” Atrocious scowled. “I regret everything I’ve ever done. What makes you think I give a damn if you hit me now? Go on.” She put her hands down and took a step into Kira’s range. “Go on then. Hit me and make yourself feel better. Someone might as well feel good.”

With a sort of mad inspiration provided by wild hormonal imbalance, Atrocious had managed to say one of the very few things capable of stopping an angry Kira in her tracks. Instead of grabbing the little thief and thrashing her on the spot, Kira stopped and looked at her with an incredulous expression on her face.

“That’s the only way you can fix anything, isn’t it? Hitting it?” Atrocious continued her snappish lecture, pushing her luck dangerously. “By the goddess, you’re like a monkey throwing poo at everything it sees.”

Kira looked over at Ayla. “Does she have a death wish? What is wrong with her?”

“You know very well what’s wrong with her,” Ayla said patiently. “Leave her be.”

“Leave her be?” Kira’s brows almost rose right off the top of her head. “That’s your suggestion?”

“Not a suggestion, an order.” Ayla spoke softly, but there was absolute command in her voice.

Kira’s expression hardened. “As you wish.” She turned on her heel and strode out of the inn without another word.

Trembling slightly from the intensity of their encounter, Atrocious sank down into a nearby seat.

“You should not speak that way to Kira,” Ayla said, stirring her cauldron.

“She’s a bully.”

“A bully who saved your life.”

Atrocious grunted. She wasn’t going to feel guilty about being rude to Kira.

“You were very rude to her, very, very rude,” Ayla said. Her tone was merely observational, but it made Atrocious feel bad nonetheless. She waited for a lecture from Ayla, but it never came. The witch contented herself with her potion and did not speak another word. Atrocious was left with time to sit and think about what she’d done. Eventually she realized that she’d been quite nasty. Kira had feelings too. Probably.

She had to try to put things right. With a sigh she stood up and made her way towards the door. She made a few glances over shoulder, sort of hoping that Ayla would tell her she wasn’t allowed to go out, but Ayla maintained her silence so Atrocious kept going, scuffing her feet in the dust as she tried to work out where Kira had gone.

Though the warrior’s whereabouts weren’t immediately obvious, it didn’t take Atrocious very long to find her. The bushes nearby were rustling and cries of ecstasy were rising from them. Tiptoeing up, Atrocious clapped her hand over her mouth at what she saw.

Rogette was completely naked, her colorful clothing shredded and laying around her as if it had been torn from her body. Her small, neat breasts were bouncing with the rough thrusts that Kira was making between her spread legs.

For a second Atrocious thought Rogette might be in need of assistance, her screams being somewhat difficult to interpret, but when she screamed for more, there was no doubt that she was enjoying herself. Kira was fucking the hell out of her. The warrior was still completely clothed, but she was curved over the prone robber, her hand between Rogette’s slim thighs, her mouth capturing one prominent brown nipple.

It was one of the most entirely erotic things Atrocious had ever had the fortune of stumbling upon. Rogette moaned and arched her hips and, scooting around slightly, Atrocious was able to see Kira’s fingers glistening with Rogette’s juices as they slid in and out of her body.

“Get the fuck out of here.”

Atrocious raised her eyes to Kira’s face. She’d been spotted, and the warrior didn’t look pleased. She looked pissed, really pissed. Her eyes were narrowed and her upper lip was pulled back in a snarl. Atrocious gulped and nodded then backed away quickly, leaving Rogette and Kira to their primal tryst.

Scuttling away, she supposed she should have been relieved that she didn’t have to apologize to Kira after all, clearly her feelings weren’t all that hurt, but she felt something else, like arousal, darker and less comfortable, something more like jealousy.

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