LIGHTNOVELONLINE Mord
11th of March, 101st of the Neo-Dawn Era. Somewhere in the Vestanior Ocean, Between Northern Eoran and Naireanth.
“Looks pretty good on us, isn’t it?” Rhommi said as she gazed upon the form of the hostess she nabbed in her own cabin. A youthful snow white face ornamented onto a diamond shaped head, with contrasting jet black hair reaching only to her jaw, while most of the soft waves were parted on the right. Beautiful, gleaming frosty eyes in an upturned gentle contour, sharp nose with defined angles, slightly pointed tip perfectly wedged between them. Her lips’ lower part slightly protruding out, slightly bigger then the upper with soft cushioned texture covered in black lipstick to enhance its gloss even more so.
She was gloating the mimicked uniform, pristine white Stjarniel blouse with chin high collar that has wing-like extensions that fold down slightly, with a black silken neck tie tied under it. The sleeve ends had been folded back and fastened with diamond star shaped buttons, also known as a Franchoin Cuff style. A sleeveless vest with burgundy velvety back, black silken front buttoned in the middle.
And on the bottom, a cotton mini skirt enhanced with various alchemical concoctions to make it more durable and most importantly, glossier. Under it, both legs encased in a tight fishnet, with a glossy black high heel on the feet.
“By the way, it may just be me, but how in the hells do you guys tell apart each other? I guess through the pointy ends, cheeks, brows… you know what never mind.” Rhommi asked awkwardly, and answered it halfway through. While it was not common, some people still mistook the Winterfolk of Seossurian kind to the lunar, snaelv and even to umbral elves. Even though the dark eyes are a dead giveaway.
"Rmnmmm?" Leith’aon raised her eye brow while trying to utter some proper words to Rhommi. But the harnessed gag, a draconic leather piece shaped in a elongated square covering her lips and cheeks prevented her. The harness’s straps ran up to the back of her head, and at the sides similar almost to a spider’s web.
Her arms were bent over her back, hands clenched in fists with the slim enchanted ropes, just a bit thicker than strands of soft hair, kept them locked. The very same ropes used to bind her wrists, with a longer one connecting to the ankle binding, stretching them over her butt.
“Sure, sure whatever. Anyways, I must praise the work of the Eoranian artificers. I remember the old days when these cabins rocked left and right in tandem with the ship.” Rhommi said as she sat down onto the soft bed right besides her appearance donor. Just like she stated, thanks to the new Balance Engine, not just the insides, but the whole seafaring vessel stands its ground against both the calm and raging waves.
"Fnch mnn!" Leith’aon tried to curse at her, but it turned into a moan, her cheeks reddened as the crotch tie cut into her private area as she barely sprung at Rhommi. It even pushed the two vibrating eggs that made the whole being in a hogtie thing somewhat more pleasant.
“Careful. One wrong move and your uniform will be tainted by your juice. Truth is, I’m a bit glad daddy gave me this new outfit. Now I don’t have to go through the whole stripping thing. Even if I’m missing it a bit.” A few decades ago Rhommi stole the idol of Jafnairol, the God of Justice and the arch-rival of her Divine Parent. As a gift for a job well done, Lhauforhin gave her a piece of artifact made personally for her by Him. In general, it was a black full body suit that tightened onto her skin highlighting her athletic, slender elven body. On the powers’ side, it enhanced her natural-born mimicking to the point where even the suit takes on the shape of the desired piece. Even its’ traits are mimicked to near perfection, to the point Rhommi feels like that she just wore the general uniform of the ship’s staff.
“Anyway, it was nice to chitchat but I have to go. Still got some work to do. You on the other hand, have fun and take a good rest after it.” She kissed her appearance donor on the cheeks, that were still visible. Then stood up and left while Leith’aon’s moans reverberated through the cabin, but never beyond its perimeters.
**
“Haruki, have you seen your sister? The Boss Lady said her post is now in the kennels.” A tall stygian with zig zagging scythe horns said as she noticed the young looking, short soratanese Sister of hers.
With her intense rose red eyes in a downturned frame, Haruki looked at her. A sigh escaped her small, intense pink cushioned lips she masked by pulling her right hand over it as if she was yawning.
“No, haven’t seen her yet since dinner. I think she said she’ll patrol in the casino a bit after we finished eating.” Haruki said while she slipped her raven black corset vest over her lustrous azure blue blouse, the folded down it’s collars down, into imposing arches which’s edges scraped the vest’s.
“Damn it. I have been searching for her for an half an hour now, running from deck to deck.” The stygian said massaging her temples under her thick dark mane. Meanwhile, ignoring her frustrations, Haruki gracefully slipped into the issued Aegrieth Type-V jacket that they all wear, that extends into a skirt part covering the thighs. Like its predecessors, this was also an improvement in a way compared to the previous versions.
On the visible side, the smooth dragonid leather looked closer to the glistening scales of the dragons. One could still tell that it was elven altered from elven made faux leather, partly thanks to its superb luster, perfect smoothness and durability if they tried to pierce it with either a mid or high level spell. Or if someone is a martial type, then hit it with an adramantyte sword or mace.
Front the zipper once again got placed in the center, two pockets on the breast had been enlarged slightly, with now a bad above the right became part of the protocol to wear. It was made from mythrinite, a strong metal that could stop low to mid-level mana bullets, shaped like a round shield raiders used in the past, with a blooming rose in the center, its petals now resembling sharp feathery scales of the northern dragons.
On the back, the same Black Rose symbol etched in the durable, seamless raven black surface. Slightly above the shoulders featured a wide strap that took most of the place on the top, while under it the smooth texture turned feathered scaly extending down towards the elbow like in the previous version.
“If that helps, I’m willing to swap with her. So just inform Lady Bregbariol, that way you only have to run one last time. Hopefully.” Haruki said while she checked the position of the two buttons on the jacket’s cuffed sleeve ends. Then as she sat down onto the bench after pulling the zipper up, her soft face buried between her blouse’s collars, which themselves were wedged between the jackets. Said collars stood upright as they reached towards her jawline, with the tops curving inwards like the gentle waves of the beaches of Central Eoran and Heleion.
“Thank you.” The stygian aegriar’s eyes shot up with slight joy as a smile curved onto her lips. One more sight left her lips, masked thanks to her leaning over to zip the new thigh high combat boots, fidgeting around the skirt part of her jacket as she once again forgot to put the boots on first.
“And she is gone.” She muttered as she turned to the direction where the now missing stygian stood. She turned back and inspected her raven black long hair knotted into a perfectly round and voluminous bun at the top before she put on her beret with the slightly smaller Black Rose Insignia in front. Her fringe that grazed her slim dark brows quivered, the two strands dyed in a deep indigo blue hue framing her cheeks swung tenderly as she carefully fitted it onto her head. Then loud clanks signaled to no one, as she left last the dressing area on the third deck.
**
“Excuse me can a drink maybe? We have non-alcoholic ones.” Rhommi fully immersed in her role as a kind hostess walked up to Mamiko who was an exact image of her sister. Same hair style, same fringe with two thick strands, which differed as they were dyed rose red. Her eyes were in the same frame, while their color was a deep indigo hue.
Besides the above, they shared the very same flat nose with a slightly slim bridge, high, almost elven like soft cheeks, all in on an oval head shape. Her attention focused on the various tables filled to the brim with people, some with slight despair on their faces, others still lit with the flame of hope.
“Ah, no thanks. Can’t really accept drinks while on duty.” At first when she turned to gaze on Rhommi, she got frozen by her alluring beauty, or in this case her not so willing donor’s. Then she said with a soft smile on her small lips enhanced by a rosy red lipstick. Unknowingly, she also inhaled the charming scent of Rhommi, reminiscent of cinnamon mixed with vanilla that made it impossible for her to take her eyes off the disguised Godborn.
“Shame, I may have had a little discount for someone like you.” Rhommi leaned closer to her slightly sharpened ears, and whispered her hot breath tingling Mamiko’s senses in a pleasant way.
“It is. Now, it’s maybe better I continue on my way, towards the closed storage beyond the exit on the right.” Mamiko said in a calm manner with slow whispers as she couldn’t rule herself in. Rhommi only offered a smile then returned to the bar left to said exit.
With slow, deliberate steps while taking peeks left and right, Mamiko walked forward the curving, mauve carpeted floor until she reached the double doors. She gently flicked them open, took one last peek before the turn, noticing Rhommi following her slowly.
“A bottle of bodily fluids as per ordered.” Rhommi said jokingly after the two entered the small storage room after she slotted the keystone into the holder. The zipping of Mamiko’s jacket echoed in the small room with metallic walls, filled with empty shelves, then the two embraced each other. Their lips tightly locked together.
“Say, I’ve seen some shady folks sneaking around.” As Mamiko reached down into her skirt, straight to her vulva. Rhommi’s head collapsed onto her shoulder and whispered.
“So you’re the roleplaying type.” Mamiko said with a smile holding back the flames of passion that screamed at her, wanting her own vulva to be invaded. “I like it. What about one of them is straight in front of me, masquerading as a quite alluring staff member.” The two slowly backed towards the shelf far from the door, with Mamiko back hitting its right leg.
“Then I think she would do this.” Rhommi grabbed her wrist and pulled it out from the confines of her mimicked skirt. She then grabbed the other while the dampening cuffs flew straight out from Mamiko’s pouch resting on the right curve of her jacket’s newly added utility belt.
“I see. Seems like I’m an inattentive guard.” Mamiko whispered as she heard the two clicks of the cuff, followed by it pushing both sleeves onto her skin.
“Seems that is the case.” Rhommi said while undoing the utility belt, then zipped down the jacket, revealing that Black Roses of the Seafaring Branch do wear pants. “But I’m a very kind mistress captor who rewards such mistakes.” She added while her tongue moistened her dark lips, enhancing their luster even more. At the same time, Mamiko’s roll of silver sealing tape also levitated out from her pouch, into Rhommi’s right hand.
“I do deserve a reward like that.” Her voice got muffled a bit by the ripping of tape, then a smile curved onto it as Rhommi tore a long strip off.
“No speaking for bad guards.” She added while sealing Mamiko’s lips and cheeks, drawing her fingers across the glistening, smooth silvery surface before kissing it in the center as her lips bulged out. “And no consciousness.” Then Rhommi added as her right hand snapped precisely at a nerve point, sending the aroused Mamiko to a deep sleep. Her head hunched down with a twitch, buried between her blouse’s arched, stiff gleaming collars.
Then her Winterfolk staff disguise became blurry as she mimicked Mamiko’s uniformed form. She zipped down her pants, and inserted two vibrating balls while erecting a silencing ward around the storage room. With another shorter strip, she sealed her vulva with the vibrating spheres slowly starting up. Soft muffled whimpers danced their way into her ears, making Rhommi smile with Mamiko’s face.
She crouched down, fixating her ankles together, close to the leg of the shelf while attaching the open end of the strip before she wrapped it around quickly. “This will do. Sleep well, and let’s hope we meet again in similar circumstances.” Rhommi left, leaving a deep mauve lip mark on Mamiko’s neck as her muffled whimpers turned to muffled moans.
**
Haruki’s sigh echoed through the silent kennel. Rows of cages lined up at the walls, each inscribed with enchantments that keep their occupants calm, well-fed through arcane means. The reason for her sigh was simply she was doing her 717th round in the two hours since she came down here.
It was nothing new, she usually took over some of the patrols her sister had been assigned to in the past. In return her sister took her duties the day after. A tiring system, that for some reason still existed. Even though she reprimanded her numerous times. But to be honest, this time it was different. Mamiko always had a habit of going to casinos and places that are associated with the Gods of Luck.
“Who would even want you?” While making her 718th round, she stopped at a cage that already invited her attention. Inside the cage, a mass of midnight hued gelatine shaped like a cubicle stood in place. An ooze that are famously known to be used for the attires of assassins, thieves and similar professions. But as far as she knew, every animal, monster here were bought by someone as a pet. Oozes besides the former, are also well-known to be nearly impossible to tame, only if they personally take a liking to someone.
“Sister?” Then a familiar voice jolted her up. At the stairs leading up, her almost very same image stood with an apologetic expression.
“You know, I already took this position.” Haruki said with a disciplining tone as she approached her sister. Then as a scent of vanilla and cinnamon mixed together hit her senses, she leapt backwards a bit while erecting an invisible ward over her nostrils.
“Who are you? And what did you do to Mamiko?” Her right hand swiftly reached for her wand pistol, and within seconds she aimed at it Rhommi.
“Seems like I got a bit careless.” Rhommi said with a malicious smile on her mimicked face. With slow steps like a predator she approached her prey, Haruki, her mana constantly flowing between her nine arcane points in preparation.
“I asked you a question! Answer and your punishment might be lessened.” Haruki yelled hoping it alerts the others patrolling slightly above at the corridor. Not knowing that Rhommi already erected a silencing ward around the kennel.
After slowly backing while waiting, Haruki poured her mana into the wand pistol and fired. Her mana bullet ricocheted off the mauve ward Rhommi erected over her held up palm. Then she charged at Haruki who with a swift kick, sent Rhommi over the table in the middle. In doing so she accidentally broke the lock off the ooze’s cage, opening its gridded door.
“You should have answere n mmhnph?!?" Haruki jumped over the table swiftly ignoring the blobbing ooze escaping the confines of its cage. She landed on the back of the still disguised Rhommi with her knee pushing into it. Just as she reached for her dampening cuffs, a torrent of transparent dark bluish tendrils shot at her, covering her whole upper body, and mouth. As it pinned her on the ceiling, it slowly enveloped her legs and feet making movement impossible.
She also realized that her mana had been completely drained on impact.
“Thank you, little friend.” Rhommi slowly got up while groaning. The ooze now a bit smaller stopped at her, waiting for a few seconds. Rhommi getting the message, patted the small, gelatinous dark cubicle while smiling.
"Frmm mm phhnph nnphphnnph!" Haruki let out a muffled scream as the gelatine covering her hardened into an almost crystalline state.
“Wanna come with me little one?” Rhommi asked in a playful manner ignoring Haruki’s muffled yells. As she tickled the top of the ooze, it jumped joyfully onto her shoulders. “Then I guess we’ll have to come up with a name for you.” The two left towards the next room where Rhommi’s target was located, a dumbed down version of the Black Rose concoction, partly the reason for their presence on the ship.
“How about Mord?” Rhommi said while picking up the aurymite suitcase containing it. To which it once again jumped in joy…