Here we meet John the Lover... but don't call him that to his face! Read on and learn why. Special note, there's some adult content here, but nobody's bumping uglies this time around. Not worry, there's more coming soon!
John turned and saw the snarling man launch himself from the archway of the parlor. His arms were outstretched and his fingers curled into vicious claws. John threw himself out of the chair, twisting and stumbling to the floor while Irena screamed.
"Don't hurt him!" she pleaded while John rolled to his feet and scrambled to keep the chair between them.
"Shut your whore mouth!" the intruder spat at her. He pointed a finger at John and growled, "You got no right touching a married woman. I'll have your balls shoved down your throat before we throw the rest of you to the sharks!"
John glanced at Irena. "Married?" he mouthed.
She shrugged and offered him a weak smile.
"I didn't know she was married," John told the enraged husband.
The Master of the Lifts snarled at him and made a move to come after him. John darted to the side, keeping the chair between them.
Off to the side they both saw Irena trace a puddle of John's seed with her finger that gathered between her breasts. She lifted it and sniffed it before licking her finger. Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared. She stuffed her finger in her mouth to suck it clean and moaned around it.
Her husband's face went from red to purple with rage as Irena gathered more of John's essence and brought it to her mouth.
"There's no coming back from this," John realized.
Her husband threw himself at John and crashed into the chair. John jumped back as the chair toppled over. The Lift Master flopped and fumbled and scrambled up after him.
John made a dart to his left. His spear was there against the wall, just inside the parlor door. There was a raving madman and a neglected housewife obsessed with licking herself clean between them.
"You stay away from her!" the husband growled. He drew a knife from his belt and brandished it. "I'm going to cut you up and feed you to my ogres!"
Did ogres eat humans? John couldn't remember. Then again, he may have never known. He'd been a civilized man before, not the sort to tussle with ogres and goblins and worse.
The man lunged at him, forcing John to leap back. He bumped into another chair and spun around it before the man could catch him with a swipe of his knife. John grabbed at his arm and fumbled with the tie on his dagger before pulling it free and yanking the blade out.
John held his weapon out, pointed at the man, and said, "She didn't tell me she was your fie."
"You think a fool woman like her would live in a place like this on her own?" he growled and feigned a lunge.
John jumped and realized he'd been tricked too late. He bounced off a wall and had no choice but to swat at the knife coming at him. His arm caught fire with agony as he batted it up and away. Blood ran down his arm and splattered the floor and wall.
John cursed and jumped around, ducking around a chair and putting it between him and Irena's husband. He had a path to his spear now, but Irena lie in the way. If he ran the man would be able to catch him too, there'd be no chair between them then.
John thought fast and threw his dagger. There was no skill or finesse to the throw. He didn't even grab it by the blade to hurl it properly. It tumbled through the air with the grace of a drunken sailor, but the clumsy attack made Irena's husband throw up his hands and dodge out of the way.
John bolted away, leaping over a nearly oblivious Irena who was holding her breast to her mouth and licking his flavor from it. He stumbled and staggered into the wall, but his spear was there and that was what mattered. He grabbed it and spun around, holding it in both hands tight to his side with the pointy end towards his attacker.
Just in time, the man pushed himself off the wall John's dagger throw had forced him into. He charged, snarling, and drew his dagger back to thrust it forward into John's naked chest. A shadow moved in the archway from the sitting room deeper into the house. Irena's husband passed it unaware. A red tipped tail darted out and stabbed his ankle, turning his snarl into a cry of pain.
John watched as the man fell forward. He slammed face first into the ground and lost the grip on his dagger. The blade rolled and clattered across the wooden floor to lie at John's feet. John looked down and then up as the man lifted his head and saw the dagger. He lifted his head further, straining his neck to meet John's eyes.
John stepped forward and lowered his spear until it was only a few inches from his face. "Are you finished?"
"You son of a whore," the man growled. "I'll have you killed!"
"Just kill him and be done with it."
John looked up, surprised to hear and see Zynga. She was leaning against the frame of the archway the man had passed. "Zynga! About time you showed up."
"Would you prefer I showed up earlier? Maybe help you show this man's wife a good time?"
He growled and started to push himself up. The pressure he put on his foot took the fight out of him and made him sag back to the ground. John moved his spear a little closer for good measure.
"Just kill him or we'll have to look over our shoulders."
"Hello, who are you?"
Zynga looked over at Irena, who had sat up and was leaning to one side. "Do you know John? Are you—"
"She's my assistant," John said.
"Your assistant?" she asked.
"Irena, this is Zynga."
Zynga let her eyes linger on the woman's node charms before saying, "The pleasure is mine, but the day is young."
Irena blushed and looked away. She jerked her head back a moment later and then climbed to her feet. She looked down at her husband and frowned. "This is terrible," she said. "Why did you have to come home, Harold?"
"My wife's seen walking off laughing with some strange man when she's supposed to be bringing me lunch?" he sputtered. "What do you think I'm to do? You'll be lucky if I don't throw you out and brand you a cheater and a whore!"
Zynga made a rude noise. "Whore's get a bad rap. They do some of the best work in the world if you ask me. Put up with a lot too. More than self-righteous fops like you."
He twisted to look at her. "Who are you, some half-wit half woman?"
"John, you really need to kill him," Zynga said.
John frowned. The blood running down his arm ran down his spear and dripped onto the floor in front of Harold's face. "I don't want to kill anyone. This was a terrible misunderstanding. Irena, how do we get out of this?"
Irena frowned. She looked at him and then yawned before shaking her head. "Oh my," she said as she reached out to grab a chair and hold herself steady. "I'm worn out."
Harold growled and tried to shift again. John was ready and kept his spear pointed at him.
Irena crossed her arms under her breasts and tapped her foot before she looked at John and smiled. "I've got it!"
"I'm all ears."
