The SUV convoy headed down towards an abandoned warehouse on the far side of the harbor. The convoy made its way down the winding road, the darkness enveloped everything in its path. The only source of light came from the headlights, casting a narrow beam ahead.
The Red Orcs stationed at the guard post spotted the approaching SUVs and readied themselves to stop the vehicles. As their eyes fell upon the emblem of the Snake and Dagger emblazoned on the front, they knew that they had no choice but to let it pass.
The convoy stops near the entrance and out comes Darla, her gaze is towards the bustling warehouse.
No one questions her authority and she walks with pride straight towards the black-haired man. Because of her presence, the whole operation grinds to a halt, and the green Orcs filling the boxes with Etherite packets stop.
"Where is he Grim?" Asked Darla at Grim.
"H-He's not here, but I heard he just came back from Sylnari with the shipment," Grim explained nervously. He knows Darla is a high-ranking officer and without his master beside him, he doesn't have the firepower to deal with her.
"You're already delayed with the shipments and Wraith is getting angry. You don't want him to be angry, don't you?" She raises an eyebrow at Grim and holds out her hand.
Darler clenches the air and felt the resistance of Grim's neck. Her hair floats as she puts more power into her grip.
"Gahh! Urk!" Grim struggles to breathe as an invisible force strangles him.
After a few seconds of intimidation, Darla lets him go.
Grim drops to his knees gasping for air.
"You have until this week to deliver the shipment or else." Darla raised her hand and used her telekinetic powers to lift a nearby shipping container off the ground, the heavy object looks as if empty and weightless in her grasp.
With a clench of her hand, she crushes the shipping container into the size of a basketball and drops it in front of Grim. Due to the weight of the steel ball. it drops to the floor with a crash and the concrete floor cracks upon bearing its weight.
"Tch! I-i-if my master was here, he'll crush you in an instant." Grim sneeringly retorted at her. Grim knows he's outmatched, but it's too much. He doesn't want his pride to be stepped upon, especially when the matter is about his master, his savior.
"Oh really?" She raises her hand against Grim.
Grim closes his eyes waiting for the inevitable, but it didn't come. He opens his eyes only to see the High elf pondering with her finger on her jutted lips.
"You know, on second thought, maybe I'll let you go. I just found a very cute guy; I wonder if I get to see him again." Darla giggles before leaving with her Wood Elves.
She hops cheerily towards the exit and looks back with one finger pointed up. "I'll give you one more week, after that consider this place leveled to the ground, teehee."
After the convoy left, Grim picks himself up and dusted off his clothes. "(J-just you wait damn Espear, if master receives his full blessing, he will finally become part of the Children of The Black Sun.)"
Murmurs around the warehouse can be heard as the green orcs question their master's authority. Grim spat on the floor and yelled. "What are you looking at!? get back to work or I'll kill you all!"
In a frenzy, they all start working again.
...
*Tap!*6x
The clock had just struck midnight, and the Neotopian palace was shrouded in darkness. A Wood Elf assassin darted through the halls, his heart pounding with fear.
He had narrowly escaped from an unknown assailant, and his mind raced with the possibilities of who could be after him. His footsteps echoed through the empty corridors as he ran for his life.
"Shit!3x" The man cursed, clenching his bloody arm trying to stop the bleeding.
His mission was simple, that is to assassinate the Lord of Neotopia so that a puppet will be installed. He got his orders from one of the Children of the black sun members of the clan and failure is akin to death. Little did he know that the Lord is a formidable foe.
"I have to get out of here." He whimpered.
Because his team cut the power lines of the palace, he can barely see where he's going and trips, he falls on his back with a thud.
He felt something touch his leg, an ominous feeling washed over him as he realized that he just trip on the decapitated head of his fellow comrades.
"Ahhh!"
Although he wore a mask, one can see the horrified expression on his face.
"I got him cornered Your Highness."
Out of nowhere, a young human woman with brown hair tied behind her back appeared from the darkness. She brings with her a dozen shinobi's, all armed to the teeth with blades and kunai's.
She is carrying three more heads of the would-be assassins and throws them in front of the man.
"Aiyeee!" The man tries to scuttle away but then hears the crack of a whip.
Over at a distance, he sees a bluish hue of a whip made of pure electricity illuminating the darkness.
*tap*3x
He hears the tap of a long white-heeled boot walking towards him.
"You will never take me alive!" The man gets a knife from his boot and tries to stab his neck.
However, in an instant, the whip lashes out and wraps around his neck.
"Aaaahh!" Electricity courses throughout his body and he drops his knife.
He kneels in front of the woman who now stand before him. Iris Cromwell, the Lord of Neotopia.
*snap!*
Iris snaps her whip with her hands, calling the attention of the man who lay there limp from getting shocked.
"Well well well. What do we have here? A rat caught in a trap." Her voice was alluring, with a hint of danger lurking beneath the surface. She spoke with confidence, dominating the man who lay beneath her.
The man can't make out Iris's face in the dark, but he can see her long purple hair extending at the level of her elbows, and her alluring lips.
Her uniform is red and white, like a commander's outfit, while her boots are white and stained with the blood of his comrades.
*snap!*
Iris snaps her whip again pulling him closer as she held him by his neck.
Due to his injuries, he has lost all energy to resist. His breath is ragged and weak, at the mercy of this gorgeous but deadly woman before him.
"W-what do you want!?" The assassin yelled.
Iris's seductive lips curl to a devilish smile before answering.
"What do I want? What else, tell me everything you know."
She tightens her hold on the man's neck before dropping him on the floor.
"Guh! I will never tell you anything." The assassin continues to resist, he has been trained to never give out any information till his last breath.
"Oh? Let's see about that." Iris shocks the man again with her whip, this time a higher voltage.
*Bzzt!*
"Gaaaah!" The man writhes in pain and lies on the floor with no energy to spare.
"I did not order you to lay on the ground. Stand! So I can get a better look at your face."
Iris uses her whip to position the man in a kneeling position, but due to his weakened state, the only thing he can manage is to prostrate himself.
She grabs a crop whip on her jutted hip and rests it over her shoulders.
"A man like you should be punished."
*slap!*
She slaps the man with her crop across his face. His mask comes off revealing his lower jaw.
Iris then uses her crop to raise the man's face and look at him eye to eye.
"You look quite handsome, it's such a shame you tried to kill me with your cute merry band of thieves."
Iris steps on the man's wounded shoulder with her heels making him squeal in pain.
"Ahhhh! No more, no more."
"Then tell me Everything~ you know, and maybe I'll let you off the hook." She emphasizes her words in a sultry manner. Not only she is serving him freedom, but she also lips her lips, gesturing something more.
The man's face turns bright red. Though he has trained in the art of escaping torture, Iris's methods are far different from the ones he is used to and he starts to crack.
"I-It was the Crimson Blood's. P-please spare me, I will never do it again."
"The Crimson Blood's huh? Well, ain't that a surprise. I thought they were just some rats hiding in the sewers, how gall of them to come out and attempt to kill me."
"You wish for me to spare you?" She added, curling her lips at him with an impish grin.
"I-I will do anything!"
"Anything you say?" Iris raises her eyebrow.
Iris removes her heels from the man's shoulder and points them at his face.
"Lick it!"
Huh!?" The man exclaimed, flabbergasted at her order.
"Didn't you hear me? Lick it clean, chop-chop, I am waiting."
Iris's whip wraps around his body, tightening around his groin and chest area.
"Guhh!"
The man has a pained yet pleasured expression on his face.
He swallows his pride in exchange for survival and starts licking Iris's boots clean of blood.
"Goood."
Iris is enjoying this moment, she may not realize it, but her face looks as if a demon queen is watching the hero finally submits to her.
The man licks Iris's heels from end to end, he can feel his body getting heated. The more he submits, the more his body reacts favorably to his captor, like a man down under, he cleans Iris's boot like it was part of her body.
He slowly moves up to her leg, but before he can pleasure himself, Iris removes herself from the man.
"That's enough." She said, edging the man even further.
"Ah!" The man tried to follow, but Iris has had enough.
The assassin's gaze shifted upwards, his eyes were met with a captivating sight, the smooth, milky-white thighs of Iris. His heart raced as he shifts his gaze further up her mini-skirt. It was dark but it holds the promise that remained hidden beneath the veil of shadows, for he knew that the secrets concealed beneath that fabric would have every man weep for joy.
His concentration was only broken when Iris spoke.
"Tell your leader to send more rats to this place. Tell them I'll be waiting." She said so confidently pointing her chin up. "You may go now before I change my mind."
The man's eyes widen upon hearing her order. Freedom was within his grasp, yet he hesitated upon looking back at Iris's heeled boots, he shaked his head.
"Ah! T-thank you." He said as he scuttles back on his feet, finding strength where there was none, and walks away.
"Chop-chop, do it quick, or else my patience will run out."
"Yes, mam!" The man walks faster upon hearing those words.
When he is out of earshot, Iris gestures to Emma, her shinobi to come closer.
"Kill him when he reaches the gate, and make sure he is hanged for all his friends to see. I'll be back to my quarters Emma, please do not disturb me in my sleep."
"Yes, Your Highness!" Emma said, still kneeling in front of Iris before disappearing into the shadows with her team of shinobis.
Iris walks back to her quarters, humming her favorite love song she heard in the radio; her deadly heels fill the dark halls of the palace.
A moment later, the palace lights turn back on, revealing countless bodies left in her wake.
The last thing these men saw was Iris grinning at them, looking at them as if they were insects caught in her web.