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The stale Dirtmouth air flowed through the open door of the map shop. Typically it would be irritating, though Iselda had grown used to it by now. Though the desire had faded as of late, she still felt a longing to set up shop somewhere else, somewhere not so drab. But Cornifer had gained something of an obsession with the old ruins that lay below the town, and Iselda loved him enough to try and make the most of their location in order to let him finish his quest. Granted, there wasn’t much to make anything of, never mind ‘the most.’ Besides the pair, Dirtmouth had only two other permanent residents, and the shop had a single regular customer who hadn’t so much as spoken a word to her in the few weeks she had known them. Though, according to her husband, they hadn’t spoken to him either, so she tried to not feel offended.
As if the kingdom was reading her mind, she heard the rapid thumping of stag legs below her, causing the small glass she had on the shop’s counter to shake slightly. Of course it could’ve been anyone riding the Old Stag, but the few times she had investigated the once closed station, he had only mentioned a single rider. A few moments later she heard the light patter of feet approaching her shop, and in popped their sole customer.
Their appearance was the same as always: a white horned mask atop their robed and indiscernible body. However, this time she couldn’t help but notice the nail upon their back glimmer in the light. Perhaps they had found a nailsmith in the ruins below. She would have to ask Cornifer about that at some point.
She gave a sigh before speaking, “Greetings.” It wasn’t that she was unhappy to see them, far from it, in fact. She was usually quite excited to have someone aside from Elderbug or Sly peeking in. While those two almost never bought anything, The Knight’s presence always meant a little more geo in their vault. Still, it was hard for her to not get bored of the monotony of their interactions.
Silent as usual, they came over to the counter and placed a small handful of geo on it; their way of asking what was for sale.
“Well let’s see. Unfortunately, Corny hasn’t come up with any new maps just yet, though he did mention something about a giant pipeway below the city,” she explained, resting her face on a propped-up hand. “Oh! I did carve a few more markers while you were away, if you’d like to see those,” she offered.
The Knight nodded, so she went below her desk and pulled out a small box of markers she had made, placing it on the counter. The small bug had to strain slightly to look inside it, so to make their life easier she took them out and spread them across the counter. “The paint may still be drying on a few,” she sheepishly admitted.
The little bug didn't seem to care, but of course they never showed much emotion beyond what a few basic motions could portray. Eventually, they chose a pair of red markers with a scarab pattern on them, for which they gave a generous amount of geo, more than she was planning on charging. “Thank you for your purchase,” she said. They nodded and began to walk off, but she unexpectedly felt a flash of panic arise within her. “Ah, wait!” she blurted out. They turned to look at her and tilted their head questioningly. “Where are you planning on venturing next?” she asked.
She wasn’t sure why she was desperate to keep The Knight around, but she was. Maybe she just wasn’t ready to be by herself in a dusty shop for the next however many days until Cornifer or The Knight came back up. Luckily for her, they didn’t seem to mind her questioning and came back over to the counter. They dug around in their tattered cloak for a few moments before pulling out a yellow paper scroll and unraveling it on the counter. It was a patchwork of all the different maps Cornifer had made, and looking at the collection now she couldn’t help but feel some semblance of pride in what her husband had accomplished. The Knight then dropped one of their new markers on an area in the top right drawn in pink, with the words “Crystal Caverns” written above them in what could only be Cornifer’s handwriting.
“Ah, I see. Well, if you run into Corny while you’re there make sure he’s okay for me? I know he can handle himself but I just get so worried sometimes. You understand, don’t you?” she asked. The Knight nodded in response, quiet as usual. They then rolled up the map and deposited it back in their robes.
As they got ready to leave again, Iselda felt the flare of panic and quickly pushed herself up from her usually hunched-over position, only to hit her head on the shop’s low roof. The Knight dashed over and around the counter and she held up a hand to stop them. “I’m alright,” she gave a sigh and sat down on the floor, leaning her head against the wall. “I just suppose… It can get rather lonely here. I’ll understand if you decline but… would you mind staying here for a while? The company’s nice,” she explained, nearly cringing at the question. They were just a customer, not a friend. Why ask them to hang out as if they were a friend?
The Knight seemed a little confused as they tilted their head and tapped the bottom area of their mask, which Iselda interpreted as: “But I can’t talk.”
She shrugged. “I don’t mind. It’s still better than the dust clouds that I’d otherwise be spending time with,” she explained ith a small laugh.
The Knight seemed to find the comment funny as well, though they gave no audible indication. They then nodded and sat down beside her and leaned against the wall as well.
The pair sat in silence for a while before Iselda spoke, “You know, I sometimes envy you adventuring types.” The Knight turned to face her and she nodded, keeping her gaze towards an invisible target before her. “While I love Corny and the life we have, I sometimes wish I was an explorer like you two. Everyday something new, no old, stale air filtering into your shop. Meeting all sorts of bugs.”
The Knight nodded and turned their gaze up to the ceiling, though when Iselda looked she didn’t see anything unusual.
“Also, all the… intimate encounters to be had would certainly make a younger me enthusiastic,” she said with a laugh, only to realize what she said and quickly clamp a hand over her mouth. The Knight didn’t seem to fully understand though as they turned their gaze towards her and tilted their head again. “You know… sex…” she whispered, feeling her cheeks begin to burn. “From what Corny tells me, in the City of Tears there are areas made for that type of noncommittal fun. Heh, of course he claims to have immediately left. Which, I suppose I have to believe.” She suddenly felt a sliver of sadness which she pushed away, turning to The Knight. “I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of that, though.” As she said that one of her secondary hands popped from her carapace and settled on the floor between the two.
The Knight quickly shook their head before turning away, seemingly uncomfortable with the topic.
“Really? I figured someone as well-traveled as you would’ve gotten some amount of that attention,” she said, claws inching closer to their leg. ‘What am I doing? I should let this go, now,’ she thought. She didn’t, however, feeling a strong desire begin to take her over.
The Knight simply shrugged, keeping their gaze away from her.
“I’ll admit, I do get a little pent up without Corny here. Hands can only do so much, you know.” Her hand then reached its target and idly sat on The Knight’s leg, causing them to slightly jump before turning to look at her. “Little explorer, would you… like to keep me company in another way?” she asked, slowly rubbing their thigh.
The Knight perked up at that but pushed her hand away regardless. They pulled out their map and pointed to it then the door, tilting their head questioningly. Likely meaning, “What about Cornifer?”
Iselda truthfully felt a bit of guilt when she thought of her loving husband, but she also was desperate for intimacy with another bug. Cornifer was always so busy exploring, and the few times he came back up to the shop he was too tired to be intimate. Even if the bug she was currently going for was about a fourth her size and seemingly mute, it was still something.
“He… he’ll be ok. So long as we don’t tell him, he’ll be alright,” she reasoned, inching closer to The Knight.
The Knight looked down and then away from her, before turning back to her after a few more seconds and quickly nodding. She wanted to attribute the speed to excitement, though there was nothing to point to that besides her own intuition.
She smiled before standing up, making sure not to hit her head on their shop’s roof again. “I’m going to lock the door before we start… just to be safe,” she explained. Though it was reasonable to be worried about Cornifer popping in and witnessing what she was about to do, that wasn’t her fear. She knew that the likelihood of him coming up from the mines was slim, so she was primarily worried about either Sly or Elderbug coming in. She wasn’t sure what the fallout from that would be, but she wasn’t keen on finding out.
Once she had done that she turned back around to see that The Knight had placed their nail to the side and hopped up on the counter. Iselda figured that they did so to help with their height difference, though the two of them still had a noticeable one. Admittedly she wasn’t sure how this would work out mechanically, but she was willing to figure it out. “That’ll work,” she said.
Iselda walked behind the counter, being traced by The Knights unseen eyes the whole time. She had long since gotten over the weird feeling they gave her when they first met, but now she was beginning to feel more exposed to them than ever. She got on her knees before them and now their faces were about equal level. Her hands slowly crept up and landed on their closed legs, her heart pounding as she began to move them apart.
‘Iselda! This is wrong and you know it, why are you doing this?’ her mind screamed in protest, though she did her best to push it aside as she traced her eyes down their cloaked body, before settling between their legs.
There was still a flap of their cloak covering between their legs, so she moved her hand to it and stopped. “Is this alright?” she asked, indicating what she was planning to do.
The Knight laid back and nodded, keeping their gaze on her.
She spread their cloak apart, keeping eye contact with them as she did so. Once that had been achieved, she traced two hands along their torso while the other two moved along the inside of their thighs. Their body was mostly featureless, having a few small markings and wounds to break up the inky blackness of their soft exoskeleton. They also had some semblance of breasts, with light grey nipples sat at their apex. She could feel their heart rapidly beating beneath her touch, telling her all she needed to know without them saying it. Her eyes moved down to the small slit between their legs, which had seemingly grown slick in excitement.
‘I was hoping for a penis, though I suppose this is good too,’ she thought as she traced a digit along their sex. She could feel that they had indeed grown slick, so she slowly bent down and pressed her tongue against it. Almost immediately she felt something growing against her tongue, so she pulled back and watched as an impressive cock emerged from their slit and pointed straight up. ‘I suppose I spoke too soon,’ she humorously thought. Her hand moved over and grabbed their newly revealed appendage and she started to examine it.
It was black, similarly to the rest of their body, but Iselda also noticed what resembled a subtle blue glow from within it. Shape-wise, it resembled a tentacle - not in the way that other bugs’ penises did, that being a tapered cone-like shape, this was more like a full extremity. It was surprisingly large for the small bug, her own hand not being able to fully wrap around the middle section. She estimated that it had to have been at least eight inches in length, if not more. She also noticed that it was cold. Not a freezing cold, but a more subtle, off-putting cold. She again began to question what she was doing, but she reasoned that had already gone this far, she as well see this to its conclusion.
“My, what a big dick for such a little bug,” she sensually said.
She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip of their dick. She began to slowly bob her head along the upper portion of their length, feeling a few dribbles of icy pre leak out and onto her tongue. To her own regret, she had never been able to eliminate her gag reflex, so there was only so much of their dick she could cover with her mouth. She made up for this by grabbing it with a pair of her hands and jerking off what her mouth couldn’t cover.
After some time she popped it out of her mouth and chanced a look up at The Knight. Their head was hung back and she could see they were heavily breathing, though no sound was coming out. She decided it was time for a position shift so she pushed herself up and let go of The Knight’s dick. Their gaze immediately snapped to look up at her to which she gave a small grin.
“Forgive me, my little friend. My arms are just getting tired. I thought that it might be best for us to switch things up a little,” she explained. She then turned around and bent over, using her tail to lift up the only piece of clothing she had on; a short, navy blue dress. She hadn’t bothered with panties, since typically Cornifer would be the only one behind the counter, but now she was thankful for her choice to leave them behind.
She braced herself against the wall before turning back to the knight. They had stood up by then, and were now staring at her ass with what she assumed to be lust. She reached a hand between her legs and spread her slit apart, shivering as the cool air hit the inside of her slick entrance. She made a small show of playing with herself for them, pushing her thighs against the counter, so that her slit and ass were slightly atop it. The Knight remained motionless the whole time, and she began to think they weren’t enjoying her show, but then they moved forward and roughly smacked her ass. She yelped in surprise, pulling her hand away from her slit, and they used the chance to press their dick against her entrance.
“Looks like you have a rough streak,” she said between breaths which had grown heavy, “Don’t be afraid to use it more.” The part she didn’t say out loud, though, was that Cornifer would never even consider hitting her, even if she wanted it. That thought only made her more excited.
The Knight grabbed her slim hips and slammed into her, causing her to gasp in surprise. They immediately hilted themself, so they pulled back slightly before beginning to quickly thrust into Iselda. She worked to keep quiet but couldn’t help but let out a few scattered moans and gasps that interlaced the sound of their hips slapping together. The Knight gave her ass a pair of slaps which they accentuated with a pair of particularly rough thrusts, before their hand settled on it and began groping her.
After a short while more of scattered slaps and thrusts, The Knight wrapped their arms around her thick tail and used that as leverage to thrust into her more forcefully. Iselda had to admit that she was surprised by how long they were lasting, especially for someone who was supposedly inexperienced in the domain of sex. She wasn’t one to finish quickly herself, usually needing to bring herself to a climax after Cornifer quickly came. The Knight’s roughness was challenging this, however, and she was starting to feel her climax build up.
“Little friend… hah… I think I’m… ngh… getting close,” she said between moans. She looked back to see that their face was pressed against her tail and she wondered if they could even hear her.
They started to slow their thrusts down, and whatever thrusts they gave started to become messier and inconsistent. She suspected they were getting close as well, though they gave no true indication. Their dick momentarily slipped out and slid between their lips, but they quickly corrected themself and shoved it back in. They let go of her tail and gave her ass another firm hit, to which she couldn’t help but let out a lengthy moan. That also happened to be what brought her to her finish.
She let out a final, pleasured moan as she came to her apex, feeling quakes of pleasure ride throughout her body. She felt herself squeeze around The Knight’s length, her body attempting to milk their member for all it was worth. By the time her orgasm passed they were still fucking her, somehow not done yet.
Iselda looked back and grabbed their chin, turning their abyssal eyes to meet her’s. “C- come, little warrior. Claim me as yours, already,” she said, almost begging.
That seemingly did it, as after a few moments she began to feel blasts of cold seed shoot through her. She let out a labored gasp as they gave a final thrust, locking their dick in place as they came. She could feel their small fingers digging into her ass as she looked to see them hunched over herself as they came.
Finally they gave one last micro-thrust before their filling stopped. She felt their dick begin to withdraw from her channel as they fell back onto the counter, their stomach heavily rising and falling. She pulled her ass away from the counter and felt The Knight’s seed start to drip from her hole. She placed a hand on her stomach as she rested her head against the wall, mind swarming with emotions.
The bliss and pleasure of the situation had worn off by then, quickly being overtaken with anxiety and guilt. She had just completely betrayed Cornifer’s trust. Sure, he wasn’t around a lot, but it was no excuse to do something like that. Still, she had to admit that she had a very enjoyable time. It appeared as if their most loyal customer was good for more than just geo. She quickly fought to push that thought down. She knew she shouldn’t think like that. The Knight was still a bug regardless of what assets they possessed, and besides that, she still betrayed Cornifer.
Iselda quickly picked her head up and turned to face the door, “Cornifer!” she exclaimed.
The Knight’s head perked up as well. They, too, must’ve heard it. The incredibly familiar sound of Cornifer’s humming, rapidly approaching the shop’s door.
Then it stopped. “Hm? Why’s the door locked?” his voice said from the other side.
“Quickly! Get under the counter,” Iselda ordered, turning to look at The Knight. They nodded and hopped off the counter, before sliding into the small area below it, which they fit perfectly into.
She heard something rustling behind the door and quickly turned to face it, keeping her creampied pussy out of immediate sight. It then slid open, revealing her husband standing there. “Ah, Iselda! I thought you had fallen asleep,” he said, quickly moving over to the front of the counter.
“No, no, I’m still awake. I just… figured no one was going to stop by so I locked up early,” she explained, working hard to come up with a reasonable excuse.
“Really? With how desolate this area is, why wouldn’t someone stop by a map store!” he reasoned, setting what she assumed to be a newly drawn map on the counter.
“We’ve been here for weeks and the only one who’s come in has been that small bug with the mask,” she said with a sigh. She felt another glob of cum leak out of her and tried hard not to show any reaction.
“Really? I’ve referred a lot of explorers to our shop,” he said, sounding a little hurt.
Iselda frowned and leaned over to him, “Well then they’re missing out. I’m sure they’ll come around when they realize they can’t get anywhere without your amazing maps,” she said.
He gave a small smile. “Thank you, Iselda.”
“You’re welcome, Corny,” she said. She leaned forward and gave him a small kiss on the lips, though she couldn’t help but feel a new flash of guilt as she did so.
Cornifer then gave a yawn before stretching his back. He placed his large backpack to the side and as he did so his gaze flickered to something sitting on the counter. “Honey, isn’t this the little explorer’s nail?” he asked, grabbing the weapon off the counter.
She felt a wave of ice-cold fear flash through her as he turned to her. “Oh! I- it seems like it is! They must’ve left it here after they stopped by earlier,” she stuttered, panic now in full swing.
Cornifer looks between it and her for a few moments before sighing and placing it back on the counter. “This is why we shouldn’t lock our doors,” he said as he began to walk around the counter.
Iselda swiftly turned around, still keeping her ass out of view. “I suppose you’re right. Sorry about that, Corny.”
“It’s alright, darling.” He gave a loud yawn. “I’m gonna catch some sleep. Mapping out those old catacombs really does a number on a bug,” he said, climbing up the ladder to their shared bed.
Iselda then noticed a small puddle where her creampie had been leaking and placed her foot down on it in an attempt to hide the evidence. “Alright dear, talk to you when you wake up.”
In only a few short minutes the sounds of Cornifer’s snoring filled the small room and Iselda gave an exhausted sigh as she stepped back from the counter and looked down at The Knight.
“He’s asleep. You can leave now,” she said.
They hopped up on the counter and bowed to her, before picking up their nail and sheathing it.
“I… had a fun time,” she admitted. She cast a glance up at Cornifer before turning back to The Knight. “We shouldn’t make a habit of this, but thank you for keeping me company.”
The Knight simply nodded and turned to walk off. She reached out and grabbed their shoulder, causing them to turn back to face her. She leaned forward and gave them a small kiss on the forehead before pulling back. The Knight… almost seemed to blush at that, though it might’ve just been a trick of the light. They nodded once more before turning around and walking out of the shop, off on some new expedition.
Iselda looked to the floor and sighed. Looks like she would have a lot of cleaning up to do. And a lot of reflection.