Legacies

by Patrick Stewart

  Cassie now stood towering above Lucy, who had backed away to the point where, she was now standing against the wall.

  “How do you think you would fare if a demon captured you?” Cassie asked, now an inch away from Lucy.

  Lucy stared up at her, Cassie’s exposed breasts almost level with her mouth, she swallowed nervously. “I think I’d do fine,” she mumbled.

  “Oh?” Cassie wondered.

  She unbuttoned Lucy’s blouse and pulled it off. Underneath, the girl wore a black bra. Cassie took that off too, and as it fell to the ground, Lucy breathed in heavily, her chest rose. She had small tits, though the nipples were large and pierced.

  Cassie grabbed the girl by her nipples and pulled up, forcing Lucy to stand on tiptoes. Her face now closer to Lucy, she could see the nerves written across the girl’s face. The loudmouthed badass from downstairs was gone, to be replaced by what was the norm, a girl in the presence of a Legacy, afraid, but possibly excited.

  Cassie let go off Lucy’s nipples. She reached down, her hand dug through the girl’s jeans, through her panties. The felt the warmth of the girl’s cunt. Her finger slipped in, pushing past the lips with ease.

  “You’re wet,” Cassie said. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

  Lucy swallowed nervously, her breathing having stopped, she nodded.

  “So Martial was right. You’re a lesbian,” Cassie wondered out loud.

  Cassie still didn’t consider herself bisexual. Despite having taken Lucy’s top off, pulled her by the nipples, and now with her finger dug into the girl’s moist pussy. She preferred cock. Actually, she preferred Martial’s cock. Which was probably right this moment buried deep inside Kagnak’s cunt, her throat, or her butthole.

  Either way, it wasn’t in her.

  And she had needs.

  And Lucy was going to fulfil them, she decided.

  She grabbed Lucy by the hair and lying on the bed on her back, she pushed the girl’s head between her parted legs.

  Lucy knew what to do, and she go to the task eagerly, using her tongue and fingers at the same time. It felt good, and Cassie was about to close her eyes and imagine it was Martial doing things to her, not Lucy, when the door opened.

  It was Michelle.

  “This is a small room,” she muttered. And then, her eyes fell on the two girls on the bed. “What’s going on?”

  Lucy was about to raise her head to respond, but Cassie closed her legs, her inner thighs pressed against Lucy’s ears, keeping it locked down.

  “She’s giving me pleasure,” Cassie said.

  “I can see that,” Michelle said, grinning broadly. “So you’re coming around to women then, huh?”

  “No. I still want Martial, but this will have to do in the meantime.”

  “Hmm,” Michelle said.

  She walked into the room and undressed quickly. Now naked, she climbed the bed and lay beside Cassie on her side, her knee rested on Cassie’s stomach, her trailing leg on Lucy’s back, she began to grind her pussy on Cassie’s leg.

  “What are you doing?” Cassie asked.

  “Seeing if I can make you stop thinking about cocks for just one night,” Michelle said.

  And then, she kissed Cassie on the lips.

  Chapter 33

  The following morning, breakfast was a sombre affair. Martial ate quietly, his mind elsewhere. The demon girl, Kagnak, took her customary spot by his feet on the ground, but Martial picked her up and placed her on the chair beside him.

  The other lodgers in Immortal Alex’s Beverage were in for a shock when they came down for breakfast. One room had been taken by a young attractive couple. The disdain on their faces were obvious when they spotted the demon.

  The other two rooms were taken by a large family. The husband and wife were in their fifties. They had six children, ranging in age from eighteen to six. They youngest three ran around the common room, screaming and laughing, not even aware the demon was a real demon, and not a girl wearing make-up, skin coloured blue.

  After breakfast, Cassie and Michelle rose to leave, to head to Kevin’s Hall of Legacies with Martial’s message.

  They made it to the door when Martial grabbed Cassie by the hand and turned her around. He kissed her on the lips, a soft kiss, it was perfect. Be careful, he told her. He then kissed Michelle on the lips too, but for once, Cassie didn’t feel any jealousy.

  She was far too ecstatic for that.

  Riding through the narrow streets, Cassie barely noticed the smell, the dirt, the huddled masses, the town having swelled some under the stress of refugees.

  Martial had kissed her.

  Finally, he’d kissed her. And it was a soft kiss too, a romantic one, wasn’t it?

  “What do you think it meant?” Cassie asked.

  Michelle, who rode on her horse beside her asked, “What does what mean?”

  “The kiss, dummy. What do you think it meant?”

  Michelle rolled her eyes. “God… it’s like puppy love with you, isn’t it?”

  “He kissed me…” Cassie said happily.

  “Kissed me too. You don’t see me writing a song about it.”

  “Yes well, you’re a lesbian.”

  “Bisexual, actually.”

  “Really?” Cassie asked, surprised. “You seemed pretty into my pussy last night.”

  “Yup, and I’ll be equally into Martial’s cock if he gives it to me. But I’m realistic, babe. I’m going to be one of many many girls he fucks. I’m okay with that. Are you?”

  It was a thought Cassie had had to think over many times in the past month. And she decided she was okay with it. For starters, it wasn’t like she had much of a choice. And secondly, somehow, it seemed Michelle was turning her bisexual. It was something Cassie was realising over the past few weeks.

  She was noticing women.

  Noticing the curves of their bodies, the size of their breasts, their lips, eyes, even hair.

  “It’s your fault,” she muttered.

  “What’s my fault?” Michelle asked.

  Cassie didn’t have time to explain her thoughts. She didn’t know if she even wanted to explain them, didn’t know if she even could. More than that, she needed to be focused right this moment.

  They had arrived at Kevin’s Hall of Legacies.

  * * *

  It was the Legacy Katie that met them in the waiting room. She was naked, as per last time. Cassie couldn’t help noticing how she was naked. The curves of her hips, her boobs resting on her chest, the nipples pierced, the smooth skin of her naval, her pussy puffy as if she’d just had it fucked…

  “What do you want?” Katie asked.

  “To see Kevin,” Cassie replied, frowning. “Didn’t we say that already.”

  “Yes, but why?” Katie asked, testily. “Why do you want to see him?”

  “We’ve got a proposal from Martial.”

  “For Lucifer’s sake,” Katie muttered. “Are you two brain-dead? You’ve said that too!”

  Cassie knew they had, but Martial insisted they give the message directly to Kevin. It had seemed an easy thing at the time, but now that they were here, Katie didn’t seem to want to bring her master down without knowing what it was the girls wanted.

  Cassie and Michelle needed to deliver the message in person, to have an audience with Kevin so they could convince him if needed, to agree to the duel.

  “So, can we see Kevin please?” Cassie said sweetly.

  You could see the frustration on Katie’s face growing. Her pale skin was beginning to turn red as she gritted her teeth.

  “Listen, fuckwits,” she growled. “I can’t just go up there and tell him to come down because two girls are here to see him. He’s going to ask me what it is you both want, and when I say I don’t know, do you have any idea what he’s going to do to me?”

  Cassie and Michelle shook their heads.

  “I’m a perfect apprentice. My devotion to him is beyond reprise. Despite that, I walk around naked, my nipples
pieced,” Katie said, her voice impassioned. “Do you know the last time I held a sword? Or did any form of training?”

  Again, both Cassie and Michelle shook their heads.

  “It’s been a fucking long time!” Katie. “So, if you don’t mind, would you please tell me why the fuck you want to meet with Kevin, please.”

  Cassie exchanged a glance with Michelle. “Um… we’ve got a message from Martial,” she mumbled.

  Cassie expected Katie to fly off the handle. For a moment, it seemed like that was going to happen. But then, Katie took a deep breath smiled and said, “In whatever way Kevin hurts me, I will hurt you in the exact same way.”

  She turned abruptly and walked towards the golden staircase, where she stopped and looked back. “Actually, I’m going to hurt you so much more than whatever Kevin does to me. Last chance girls. Want to tell me why you’re here?”

  “To see Kevin. We’ve got a message from Martial,” both girls repeated.

  * * *

  When Kevin finally came down, Cassie began to wish they’d given Katie something to work with. The poor Legacy crawled down the golden staircase behind Kevin, a leash attached to her neck, a gag in her mouth, a butt plug with a tail inserted in her bottom.

  “This bitch couldn’t tell me what you wanted,” Kevin said. “I suppose it’s not entirely surprising, seeing as she is just a bitch. You know, I’ve been thinking of breeding her. I could start a business selling Legacy babies, don’t you think?”

  Cassie wasn’t sure if it was a question that required an answer, or if it was Kevin’s musings. But she nodded anyway, as did Michelle. They needed to be on his good side.

  “So,” Kevin said, as he sat down on the chair opposite them, Katie on her knees by his feet, he slapped her ass hard, causing her to yelp, a cry that was muffled thanks to the red ball-gag in her mouth. “What can I do for you Legacies?”

  Cassie cleared her throat. “We’ve got a message from Martial.”

  “Yes, this bitch was able to say that much. What does he want? Why is he still in my town?”

  “He would like to duel you, Sir,” Cassie said.

  “Duel me?” Kevin let out a mirthless laugh. “I have a better idea. Why don’t I just take my girls and go out there and kill the fucker?”

  “He’s in the town square, Sir,” Cassie said. “Since the morning, he’s been announcing to the townsfolk that he will be fighting you for ownership of this town.”

  Kevin’s features darkened as he stared at them. For a long time, he was silent. Cassie began to fear their plan to goad him wouldn’t work.

  “If you don’t duel him, the towns folk might think you’re afraid,” Michelle chimed in.

  Cassie knew instantly it was the wrong thing to say.

  “And why would I care what the townsfolk think?” Kevin asked, his voice signifying danger.

  “You shouldn’t,” Cassie said immediately. “Scum like that have no right to judge you, Sir,” she added. “But, if I may?” she waited for Kevin to give her permission, which he did with a nod. “Martial isn’t a very good master. He isn’t skilful. I don’t even think he’s third generation,” she added.

  She told him how Martial had used Martha’s parents’ names when he’d claimed to be third-generation. She told Kevin how Martial had nearly died at the hands of the demon in Coldstream. He was only saved because he managed to grab Cassie’s own sword at the last minute. He was reckless, drunk pretty much all the time, and only got by on sheer luck.

  “You would defeat him easily and if you did… of course, we would be your apprentices, as is your right. But you would also own Cornhill-on-Tweed and Martha would be yours too,” she added, recalling how Kevin mentioned that Legacy had proved difficult to own. “You’d also get a demon girl as a pet. She’s pretty submissive,” she added as an afterthought.

  When she had finished talking, Kevin didn’t respond. He leaned back in his chair, his mind working, his foot rubbed against Katie’s cunt. In response, the girl grinded her hips to match the rhythm. Through the gaps in the ball gag in her mouth, moans of pleasure escaped. Cassie couldn’t tell if they were genuine, or if she was really good at faking it.

  Finally, Kevin smiled and spoke up. “Tell your master I’ll meet him in the town square in two hours.”

  Chapter 34

  Martial had been confident that Kevin would agree to the duel. Despite claiming to be a first-generation Legacy, Martial figured the guy was a second-generation based on the strength of his aura.

  The girls were supposed to sell him as a bit of a braggart, something close to Kevin’s heart, something Kevin would be able to relate to. They would tell the truth, say that he had used Martha’s credentials in claiming to be third-generation. They would say how he lucked it out against the demon in Coldstream.

  On paper, the duel would seem a sure thing for Kevin. It would have to be for him to do it. Kevin had a lot more to lose. A larger town, a larger army, and a dozen or so Legacies.

  The girls did their job well, but Martial knew there would be more to it.

  Kevin didn’t strike him as the type to take chances, no matter how much they leaned in his favour.

  Martial stood in the town square with the girls. He’d arrived alone here earlier in the day, when the girls had gone to Kevin’s Hall of Legacies. Martial had announced himself as a Legacy, one intent on challenging Kevin.

  A crowd had surrounded him, and doing what he did best, Martial had leaped onto the flat stone hand of the fountain in the centre of the square, and from there, perfectly balanced, he had entertained the crowds with wild stories of his exploits, always ending it with a question of Kevin’s balls. Namely, did the town’s master have the balls to face him?

  When the girls came to inform him Kevin had agreed, and would meet him two hours later, just after noon, the crowd had erupted in cheers.

  They’d moved on now, onto their own businesses. They would return in a couple of hours, in time to watch what he supposed was nothing more than entertainment. Legacies often fought other Legacies, trying to increase their area of influence. Whenever one was toppled and replaced by another, life usually stayed the same for the locals. Sometimes it got worse.

  “I need you girls to watch my back,” Martial said, as they stood in the town square, waiting for Kevin to arrive.

  “Watch your back?” Cassie asked. “We can’t intervene… it’s against the rules.”

  “You can’t intervene to save me from Kevin. But if one of his Legacies tries something, I might need you to keep stop her.”

  “They would do that?”

  “Why not?” Martial asked. It wasn’t like Legacies had much honour these days. “You know most Legacies are assholes, right?”

  “You’re the exception,” Cassie said.

  Except, Martial wasn’t sure if she had said it, or if she was asking. He frowned. This girl was a bit strange. When he’d first met her, back in Coldstream, he got the distinct impression she didn’t like him much. Then, she quite swiftly moved to a phase where she was obsessed with him, though she did a good job of not acting on that obsession.

  Now, he got the feeling she was somewhere in between those two feelings. A girl that liked him, but also thought he was a bit of a twat?

  “Are you asking if I’m the exception, or telling me?”

  “Yes,” Cassie said, the corner of her lips twitching.

  Martial’s frown deepened. Yup, she was mocking him. It had been a while since someone had dared do that to him. Martial didn’t know how to react. “Just keep an eye out,” he muttered. “Especially you,” he singled out Cassie. “I know how you can’t stop looking at me like some forlorn deer. It’s distracting for me, and obviously you’re distracted too.” He turned to Michelle. “If she stares at me all hopelessly in love, spank her bottom,” he told her. What with those dildos stuck in her ass and cunt, that would do nicely.

  “Yes, Sir,” Michelle said.

  Martial sighed. He’d told both girls to
stop calling him Sir, Master or anything formal like that. Cassie didn’t do it as much, but Michelle seemed to struggle with it. Not the time for that sort of conversation, Martial thought.

  “Go on then,” he said to the girls. “Off you go,” he muttered.

  “Go where?”

  “Find a good spot to watch over me.”

  Cassie pointed over her shoulder at the nearest stall selling fruits and vegetables. “Would that do?”

  “No, you dimwit,” Martial muttered.

  He glanced around at the buildings that surrounded the square. They were old fashioned, made of grey stone, rising four of five floors up, some had corridors on the outside with great big railings, pillars and arches. He pointed at one such corridor. “Keep low between the railing. And Michelle, you’re a damned good archer. If anyone tries anything, make sure you take them out.”

  “Right, Martial,” Michelle said.

  Now she was calling him Martial? Why did he care? He didn’t. He was nervous, a little on edge, he realised. For the first time in a really long time, Martial was going up against a fairly strong Legacy, one that he was certain wouldn’t play by the rules.

  His life was at risk. It was a strange feeling.

  Martial had lived a long life, and there was a time he wouldn’t have cared much if he lived or died. But now, as he stared at Cassie and Michelle, he found he didn’t want to close his eyes forever just yet.

  At least, not until he’d properly tasted the two beautiful girls that stood before him.

  “Get out of here,” he said to them both, and as they turned, he slapped their bottoms hard and grinned as both girls let out little yelps of surprise.

  * * *

  Cassie and Michelle left Martial leaning against the stone basin of the fountain and began their walk towards the building opposite. It was four floors tall, and Martial had suggested they find a good spot on the third floor. There were stairs to the left, but Cassie eyed up the height, feeling quietly confident.