“I’m not your guide, I don’t go to that place.” he said as he walked up to her and handed her a set of keys. “He’s gonna be here later tonight, I’m just a friend from the town over. That's not just a village you're going to either, it’s a tribe that has some very strong bonds to that place.” he said as he walked back to the truck. “I’m surprised they even let you come at this time, when Perta takes you, you need to make sure you do everything he says.”
He opened the door of the truck, “Those woods,” he said as he nodded his head up and towards the dense forest behind the cabin. “You may make it to the village, you may die holding a rock that resembles your mother.”
Bakaree nodded while narrowing her eyes at his statement, wondering how a couple trees could deter her and the job she was on. Like she could be so weak she would let some snow and elevation get the best of her. She turned and headed for the front door of the cabin, unlocking it and stepping inside, looking back she watched the man drive back down the road. Wondering when her contact would appear, and if there was any food in the cabin.
Bakaree inspected the quaint lodging, seeing that right inside the door was the kitchen, small but perfect size for the little home. Stepping further in she pulled her pack off her back and rested it on the floor of the living room area that was right next to the kitchen. Seeing a stiff looking couch with a t.v. on the other side of the room, she looked around and sniffed the air, enjoying the smell of the timber that made up the walls.
“Hello!?” She called out, listening and looking down the hallway that led out of the living room, seeing a door on either side of it. She stepped down the hall, listening for anyone else in the home, wether they were trying to make their presence known or not. She reached the end and opened the door on the right side, seeing a bathroom that was cleaned and well taken care of. Then turning she opened the door on the left, seeing a bedroom that was just as big as the kitchen that it shared a wall with was. Looking around she stepped inside and checked the area, seeing no one inside the closet that was just inside the room, then walking further in she saw another door. Opening it and revealing a bathroom inside this one as well, not as big as the other but still plenty of space, cleaned and ready for a residents use.
She walked back to the front of the house, taking off her leather coat she hung it on a hook by the wall, she pulled up the long sleeves of her thermal top. Then bending over she untied her boots and pulled them off her feet, giving an eye roll and sigh to the relief her feet felt now that they were free from their leather prison. She walked to her pack, pulling off one of the dry bags that was strapped to the frame, then heading down the hallway and to the bedroom. She was so giddy with excitement for a shower that she almost burst back into the room singing, her body literally buzzing with the thought of a hot shower and a relaxing night.
She pulled off her top and whipped it on to the bed with a huff, then reached her upper arm behind her and grabbing the handle of the weapon in her waistband holster. Pulling it out she propped her two lower arms on her hips in a comfortable superman pose as she used her other upper arm to catch the magazine. Handing it to the lower hand and then racking the slide, the other lower hand catching the bullet that was ejected from it and then pushing it back into the magazine. The juggling could look mind boggling to most other species, but all four of her limbs could work in unison with little to no thought of her, she picked up her dry bag and fished out the trigger lock. Locking it to the weapon and then shoving it into the dry bag.
Using her lower hands she reached them behind her, the more flexible appendages easily grabbing the two knives she kept on her upper back. Pulling them from the leather harness and bringing them to her front, she looked at the ten inch blades and inspected them for any damage like her mother taught her to do. Seeing her own reflection in them then inspecting the symbols carved into the metal, old signs of truth and light that she had adopted for her code. She flipped the blades in her grip, years of practice making it easy to dance the weapons across her fingers and palms. She could feel the smooth wood of the handle encircling her digits, the sharp flower like scraper on the end opposite of the blade catching the light and glinting at her. She rested them on the bed, her lower hands reaching back to undo the clasps as her upper hands held the thick straps that wrapped around her midsection.
She took in a deep breath as she felt it release, the harness was old, but stout and easy to work with. She looked over the leather and brass clevisis and clasps, ensuring the leather had no new knicks or damage, she folded it and rested it on the bed by the two ornamental looking weapons. Her people were well trained in the art of blade dancing, the lower hands being accustomed to driving the weapons as the upper hands blocked and dealt deafening blows of fist and elbow. She enjoyed her guns ability to make easy work of targets from a greater distance, but anyone that entered her immediate area would understand that they were in much more danger then.
She walked over to the door and clicked the lock on the handle, satisfied that someone would have to make a lot of noise to enter the room. She ensured her weapons were safe and began checking the windows and making sure there was no surveillance equipment in her sleeping area. She felt comfortable with the security of the place and collected her soap she brought. Excited for the calming water she began heading to the bathroom, opening the shower door and turning on the hot water and putting her bottles inside.
She stripped out of the pants she had been traveling in, removing her socks and then reaching for the thick fabric that held her breasts in place. She unwrapped her chest and let her tits finally breathe for the first time, scratching underneath the large mammaries and drawing in a deep breath. She bent down and pushed her panties down, then drug her nails up her toned thighs and firm round rear, feeling goosebumps on her lower back as she gave the meaty glutes a good scratch. Then lifting one leg out of the pants she kicked them into the other room while taking a deep breath of the humid air of the bathroom.
She reached her upper arm in and checked the waters temperature and adjusted the knob to be a little higher. She ran her fingers through the small patch of snow white hair above her womanhood and made sure it wasn’t getting too wild, then she climbed into the shower.
Running her fingers through the shoulder length white locks on her head brought a deep sense of relief to her. Feeling the soap she had brought being lathered on her body by all four hands was also a treat to her tired frame. She ensured every nook and cranny was deliberately soaked and covered in suds, then turned her body in the spray of the shower and let it lazily wash the cleaning bubbles off her face and figure. She opened her eyes and looked at the shower head that was blasting her heavy chest, she studied it and found it looked odd.
Reaching up she grasped it, then gently pulled and was pleased to find it came off the wall with a hose following it. A removable shower head that had the hose hidden behind the wall, she pulled on it and was happy at the length of it. She blasted her legs then feet and under her tits, cupping each one and lifting so she could get the water in the hard to reach area.
She made sure her whole body was taken care of, then with everything clean she thought about putting the head back. Instead though she flicked the thumb dial on its front out of curiosity, raising an eyebrow when she saw the pulse setting. She turned the head towards her sex, holding it underneath her mound and letting the pelting water hit her rousing clit. Then reaching both of her lower hands down she spread her lips, holding the nozzle in one of her upper hands and assaulting the tender area. Sighing in relief as the steady stream blasted her now stiffening clit, using her last free hand she reached up and gently pawed at her breast. Pinching and pulling on her dark golden nipple as she bit her lip.
Visions of past lovers flashed through her head as she also dreamed up new ones. She dreamed of rigid hard cocks desperately pounding into her folds while she teased and toyed with the men. Grinning at how they desperately tried to sate their carnal desires of flesh as their hips mindlessly praised her body. The way their mouths would twist and their bodies would writhe against her as she felt their rock hard shafts about to spew in release. Then in a twisted taunt she would remove them from her folds and let them use her hand to finish, feverishly humping their cocks against her palm. The way they bounced and begged as they broke down on the floor with their ropes bathing their own stomachs and chest. The sight always made Bakarees eyes light and her sex ooze its thick and lustful nectar.
If she could manage to wrestle them down, she would plant her honey hole on her pets wet maw, the ultimate sign of submission to a Moreb. To have your face taken and grinded on meant you were her play thing, a weak opponent that couldn’t hold off the stronger beasts attack. The way their eyes glared as they closed their mouths and tried to fight, not wanting to appear weak to their opponent.
She cooed out soft moans from her throat as she worked the spray against herself, hitting just the right spot and feeling the warm pot inside her filling. Reaching its brim and about to boil over, she moved the spray in an up and down motion and was getting close to the sweet sweet release.
*Not alone*
A feeling of unease rolled over her, the sweet release she had been working to now vanished as her body stiffened. She looked around her immediate area and wondered where the unease came from. She tried to shake it off, putting the shower head back and turning the water off then reaching for the towel. She examined the window in the small bathroom and saw the shade was closed, she used her sharp eye sight to look for cameras hidden in the vents or among the items around the sink.
She dried herself off and exited the bathroom, her towel wrapped around her waist, she reached for another one to get her hair. As she lifted her upper arms to dry her head she looked into the room, fear struck her hard at what she saw.
The dark black silhouette of a hound in the middle of the room, sitting and staring at her. She couldn’t make out any defining features of it as it just appeared as a black void in the shape of a large and vicious dog, like light refused to shine on the space the canine occupied. The icy gaze it gave her made her freeze, she knew it was staring at her even though she only saw a brilliant white light emanating from where its eyes should be.
She glanced to the bed where she had left her blades and saw they were still there, her brain would have told her to look for the gun. But her Mohreb being told her to look for the blades as she needed the powerful practice she had with them, pride and joy ripped through her as she saw them right where she had left them.
