"Move! Move! Move!" James heard his squad leader yell.
A blindingly flash of white enveloped his vision and he heard cries of alarm as the shockwave started collapsing the building his team had taken refuge in.
"Specialist ******, get your ass up and return fire!" A shadow wearing an army uniform screamed in his face.
The shadow reached out an appendage, intending to pull James up to his feet. Right then James heard the telltale crack of gunfire as a bullet slammed into the ghostly figure.
James woke up in a panic, "NO, Sergeant Ramirez!"
James head knocked into something solid and he fell backwards. His landing was quite soft though so he wasn't hurt except for his head where a knot took form.
Looking up he saw Veronica's worried expression and a slightly red mark on her chin.
Trying to play it cool, James controlled his expression of panic and replaced it with an easy smile.
"Why hello the Veronica, what brings you to heaven?"
Veronica seemed to lose control as she hugged James while crying, squeezing the life out of him.
He heard Emily's chuckling voice to right, "We're not in heaven James, you saved our lives."
'They're… not dead…? I'm… not dead…? Am I dreaming right now..'
"Veronica.. y-you're killing meee-" James squeezed out breathlessly.
Veronica let go in a flurry and she looked down at the ground ashamed.
'I'm really… we're really… nobody died.' James mind was struck by that revelation. For the first time, he wasn't left alone.
Pulling himself up, using Veronica's neck he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Veronica immediately fell backwards in a daze.
Looking over at Emily, she seemed to notice his intentions and started moving away like frightened child.
James got up to his feet and leaped onto her, kissing her cheek as well. James fell with Emily onto the ground and hugged her into himself.
James felt a certain part of Emily move, uncoiling from its tuck. But James didn't care about that.
"Thank you for staying with me.." he said this with a trembling voice.
Emily could feel the hurt in James's voice as she patted his head, "I won't ever leave you."
James started crying at her words and it was a long while before he got off of her.
'Well I might as well give up on my dream of being manly and cool.. that was kind of pathetic..'
His eyes roamed over the two as he contemplated. Then noticed Veronica and Emily bending over at the waist.
"Are you two okay! Oh man what do I do!" James asked hurriedly. Panicking he assumed his companions had suffered grievous wounds that had been left untreated because of him.
"We're all good over here, James." Emily said in obvious distress.
"Yep! Nothing is wrong." Veronica supplied, in just as much discomfort.
James was not going to have his friends be out in harms way because of him, "I, as your master, demand you tell the truth! Why are two hunched over like that, show me where your hurting now!"
'I don't like playing the master card but I won't have these two knuckleheads be hurt on my account.'
Simultaneously the two straightened, standing tall. James couldn't see what had them so-
That's when the problem became evident and James eyes bulged.
'That is not exactly what I was expecting..'
Both women had shame plastering their faces as James studied their bodies.
'This is so awkward.. what am I supposed to do..'
A minute passed as the silence stretched.
Veronica couldn't take it anymore, she had been shifting nonstop since James's order and accidentally kept rubbing herself against her pants.
She left let out a soft cry as a dark spot appeared and she fell to her knees.
James suddenly remembered their earlier conversation about needing to release and blushed a little as he turned around.
"Um if you guys need to take care of things down there, go for it."
He heard the telltale shuffle of clothing as the two began.
He heard Veronica 'release' again and turned around thinking they were done. While Veronica was indeed finished and had already pulled her pants up, Emily was still going at it.
She almost died of embarrassment as James swiftly turned around once again, "Sorry Emily, I thought you were decent."
"You're fine!" He heard her shrill voice call back.
Another 5 minutes passed as they waited.
*Ahem* "How's it goin' back there?" James asked.
"Sorry James but this might take awhile, you two can go ahead before I finish." He heard defeat from Emily's voice.
James immediately responded, "No, absolutely not. You two are never leaving my sight again. Not now, not ever."
James heard something splatter on the ground behind him, as well as Emily's ragged breath indicating her frustration was dealt with.
'Did she just cum from my words.. that's kind of sexy… When did I start thinking futa's were hot?'
A little disturbed by his own self reflection, James shook it off and turned around as he stuck out his arms.
"What are you waiting for Emily? It's your turn."
She scooped him up in a flash, his signature princess carry established.
The trio moved along through the woods for a short time when James smelt something different about Emily, using his nose he closed his eyes and kept sniffing until he found the source.
Opening his eyes, he realized he was taking taking deep whiffs of Emily's hand on his shoulder.
'What is that smell.. it's got a tangy quality to it?' Perplexed James shoved the question out of his head.
It was quite bright out still when the three walked back into town and not quite late enough for dinner.
James didn't want to just laze about in the manor the rest of the day so he asked, "Can I buy a weapon for 10 gold"
Veronicas voice sounded out beside him, "That depends on what you want. Swords, daggers, rapiers, and bows all have quite different selling points. That's not to mention whether or not you want an enchanted weapon and that's a whole different level of expense."
"Enchanted weapons sound expensive but I'm just talking about a simple iron sword or dagger." James said a little concerned his 10 gold wasn't enough.
"Well for a simple unenchanted weapon a gold piece is pretty standard. Unless you want a great sword that uses a lot more material. I recommend that with whatever weapon you're looking for, make sure it's infused with bone salt for durability."
"Fantastic! I have more than enough money for a good weapon." James said excitedly.
The two women's expressions went black as they recalled how he had earned that money.
"Okay new destination found, please take me the best place in town."
After walking halfway across town, James looked at the building they had paused in front of, it seemed pretty dingy and dust covered the inside of closed window panes.
A sign reading 'Galea the Smith' flapped back and forth in the breeze.
"Are you guys certain this is the best place in town." James was a bit put off by the decrepit state of the place.
"Yep, it may not look like much but ole Galea is the best around." Emily confidently said from above.
As they walked in, a stale air suffocated James. The entry room was dim with the sun not being able to penetrate the dust coating the windows.
The walls were lined with weapons, things James had never seen. It was as if someone had made a random shape and stuck a sharp bit on one end. There were maces, battle axes, and even scythes.
In the middle of the room sat a lone wooden post with nicks in it.
At the back, a person had their boots propped up on the desk with a book covering their face as they slept.
Wood creaked under Veronica's foot as she went to study the walls of weapons.
James heard a drousy voice call out, muffled by the book. "Sorry shops closed for maintenance, go find someone else to bother."
'What a lazy asshole.. I wonder if she'll change her tune after hearing this hehehe'
Keeping his tone polite he said, "Excuse me Miss Galea, I heard you were the most beautiful woman in town and I came to see if the rumors were true."
The person, presumably Galea, took the book off her face as she said, "Who told you some bullshit like that?"
James was taken aback by her words, 'Usually anyone else would be stammering and blushing by now..'
James gave up his attempt at strategy and came clean, "You're right, nobody said that. I just want to buy a weapon."
"You little bastard.. eh? A man? Why in the goddess does a man want a weapon, that's what those two babysitters are for." Galea said, giving James a shooing motion.
A vein bulged in his forehead, "It doesn't matter why I want a weapon, you oversized broomstick."
James's insult was eluding to her frazzled curly dirty blonde hair, it reminded him of hay.
"Say that again you tiny boy, I dare you." Galea shot back.
"Oversized broomstick!"
"Weak tiny man!"
"Lazy bum!"
"Arrogant twerp!"
"Emily put me down, I need to teach this upitty woman a lesson."
"You're calling ME UPITTY, you goddamn brat! Come over here so momma can spank you!"
James and Galea were both panting after having hurled insults at one another. Veronica and Emily didn't seem alarmed though. James was sure they would've charged at the woman weapons drawn, forcing him to call his attack dogs back.
Emily did set him down however and started browsing the shop with Veronica.
He heard Galea call to him, provoking him once more, "Now that you're not being held like a widdle baby your to scared to come at me."
A second vein bulged in James's forehead as he charged.
As he reached her, he shouted, "Make sure you say uncle, I don't want to hurt you too bad."
He lunged forward but Galea had somehow disappeared behind him, she took his outstretched hand as she jumped up. Her leg wrapped around his neck in a flying guillotine choke.
They hit the ground rather softly but flames of rage burned higher when Galea said, "Make sure you say aunty, I wouldn't want to hurt you too bad."
James was desperate to not let this brazen woman win their spat, so he snickered to himself as he activated [Entoxicating Scent].
'Foolish woman.. I'm the protagonist around here hahaha.'
James noticed something was wrong immediately as the woman flipped his body around and held his face in her crotch. He was smothered all around by walls of flesh.
James was panicking as he struggled for air, his mouth opening and inadvertently settling on the woman's dripping wet crevice. The air rushed out of his lungs, pushing his hot breath onto her.
He felt the woman twitch violently as liquid seeped out of her pants in a torrent, catching in his mouth.
Finally she let go of her wicked grip and James breathed in greedily, accidentally swallowing the woman's discharge in the process.
James hurriedly turn off [Entoxicating Scent] as he looked at the woman. Her legs were still twitching and James looked over her with a smile.
"Someone hasn't said uncle, how am I supposed to know when to stop." He said this while moving his hands towards her, his fingers wriggling.
"Umfle.. unloo.. uncle" she just barely squeezed out the magic words to halt James.
"You know, lady, you actually kinda pissed me off a little, so call me daddy and we're even."
James didn't know why this woman had struck such a nerve in him but after the days events, he wasn't going to tolerate disrespect.
'Though I kinda started it…'
He was going to tell Galea to forget about it but suddenly she spoke, "Please stop daddy, I'm sorry I was such a bad girl.."
Her face was anything but apologetic and she was laying there with an eager expression.
'What is wrong with this woman, is she a freaking masochist..'