To Be Evil, Or To Be (Not So) Evil

The Evil power that the couple had acquired seemed to be quite useful in sexual activities as they literally fucked for the whole morning and most of the afternoon, but neither of the young adults knew that this wasn't normal and the average person would've tired out in not even a third of the time, though they could make a guess. They also leaked an incredible amount of fluids, enough to make Alistar pull the mattress onto the roof so that it could dry, and then they opened the windows so they wouldn't suffocate in the smell of sex.

About the noise they made, at this time of the day, this area of The Slums would mostly be empty for people would be out working, but of those who remained, they first thought that the noise was amusing, then worrying as it lasted hours, then terrifying as it never seemed to end, then they blocked out of their minds as how ridiculous it was. The children thought about pranking the wildly passionate couple, but as they got closer and the sound more wild and louder, they began to fear it and instead ran to where they couldn't hear it anymore.

While Alistar aired their little shack, Shayla went to the shower and attempted to clean herself, but there was so much cum leaking out of her that she immediately went back for her things (leaving a trail of cum behind her), and grab a little anti-contraceptive witch-pill. Sure, the idea of making many children with Alistar almost put her into the mood again, but this was not the time to get pregnant, so she decided to talk it over with him (or get forcefully bred, if necessary,) at a more opportune time. She was quite scared of this curse being hereditary.

By the time that Alistar joined her in the shower, she had realized that cum and hair do not mix well, or rather, they mix too well to be washed easily, but his towering presence made her forget her frustration and remember she was a little prey animal before her master. He hugged her from behind and grabbed a soapy sponge, intended to wash her body for his own pleasure because she was his plaything.

For now, she'd just wait until he had his fill before instructing him how to remove the cum out of her precious, and very well-cared for layered black hair.

But she started to enjoy his gentle touch, different from his wild fucking, and let herself relax in his strong arms. "Master, I've worked up quite the hunger. I want to eat something before meeting the witch," she requested as she cutely glanced at him, sounding dangerously close to a spoiled servant.

Alistar would let this much pass since he wanted to take care of her, after all, but the more important thing he was supposed to notice first was the first word she said.

"Are you going to keep calling me 'Master,' now?" he questioned as his soapy hands gently squeezed her supple breasts.

She closed her eyes in delight, and her wet tail rubbed against his belly, which wasn't as tickly like a dry tail, but it did perfectly convey her mood to him. "Maybe not in public… but it just feels natural, now."

And he hummed with a pleasant deep voice onto her cat ear, "Feels oddly natural for me, too. I think the black blood bound you to me, somehow."

"A fortunate encounter," she purred back, wanting to rub her cheek against his but she was a tad too short.

"A humble beginning to a most monumental event," he continued, his tone becoming noticeably more excited.

So she opened her eyes and turned to curiously stare into his wild pair. "What do you mean?"

His expression matched his gaze, but rather than a wild animal, it was ambition that fueled the shine of his amber eyes. "I can feel like we're at the tip of a cliff, but if we take a running jump, we'll land at the stairs to the upper walks of life itself."

"You're very ambitious, Master," she happily remarked. She'd jump off a cliff alongside him without even looking what might be down there.

And he hugged her tight, pressing her breasts against his belly. "Follow me, and I'll steal a new life for both of us." But he already had, and he would do it again, though not in any way he could imagine.

"'Steal'?" she questioned his curious phrasing.

"I'm a thief, and this power was stolen from a cursed jewel."

And she tilted her head cutely. "Are we going to steal even more power?"

He remembered the vision/warning and corrected himself, "Well, not from the jewel, but yes, a lot more. First things first, though, you said you were hungry?"

Now her ears twitched in excitement. "It's four past midday. We've been fucking for… hours."

"And we didn't even sleep," he pointed out, and he didn't think that passing out counted much for restful sleep.

"I forgot I was supposed to be sleepy," his little kitten remarked, impressed at her own resilience to tiredness.

But the protective beast wanted to take care of her, so he suggested, "Hmmm… do you feel like resting? I have an idea of where we might acquire some 'food,' but it's best we wait until night falls."

His words had a mysterious power over her as she suddenly started to feel sluggish. "Now that you said it, I do want to rest… but we have to meet the witch."

And the beast was determined to provide for its mate. "It's not like she'd know how to cure us, right? So getting a snack before we visit her shouldn't hurt."

"Alright, as long as we don't kill innocents," she cautiously accepted, still consciously trying to avoid being labeled as an unthinking monster. But she also wouldn't miss the chance to enjoy some quality time with her master, so she suggested with cute, pouty lips, "We can just spend time in bed while we wait."

But she didn't even need to seduce him for that was already part of his plan. "Yes. I'd like to know more about you."

"Oh, I thought we'd just cuddle, but that's even better!" she exclaimed excitedly, almost jumping in the small shower, which was dangerous as she could slip on the wet floor. It's unlikely that her tale would end in such unceremonious way, but even a quasi-immortal being is at this sort of risk.

Then the strands of cum-spattered hair slapped against his chest, and soon they both had to learn a lesson why these two shouldn't mix.

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Once on the bed (once it was recovered from the roof somewhat dry), they promptly began to share details about their lives.

"Wait, I'm two years older than you?!" Shayla suddenly exclaim and gazed upon the handsome young man with her jaw slack.

Alistar closed her mouth for her and continued to comb her hair with his fingers, an addictive activity due to how soft and well-cared for it was. "It's not surprising to me," he hummed, unconcerned.

But even his gentle touch wasn't enough to un-shock her. "It is to me. I thought you were much older!"

"Well you're j-…" he quickly caught himself before he made the actual worst mistake of his life by saying that Shayla is the one who looks old. She may have her soul bound to his, but she could still cause a lot of damage, the (now healed) scratches at his back were evidence of that. "Getting caught a few times just helped me mature faster."

And she barely blinked as she continued to stare intensely at his handsome face. "I'd say it's more about looks, but okay."

Shayla was raised by her unmarried mother, who worked as a waitress at a bar, and so the little girl was taught how to clean, then to cook, then to serve. After she grew up, her mother died of plague, and the attention she got from the rowdy patrons became too much for her, so she learned to be furtive. She was making a living by cooking and cleaning at a factory kitchen that sent meals to laborers. She had been visiting Middens on occasion to deliver food, and since the men there were more respectful, she let her nimble hand acquire some small possessions to boost her income.

Alistar used to live with both parents, but they were so terrible he ran away when he was still a child and lived through stealing. He was caught by his new community, which instead of kicking him out after beating him, gave him the job of stealing food from the merchants in Middens and then feeding the other stray children. It was a complicated relationship as all of the children wanted to remain independent and none of the locals wanted to start an orphanage, but a good number of the kids ended up staying and thriving in the community, forging strong bonds.

"So we're both thieves," Alistar remarked with a smirk that'd kill a lady, this time not literally.

But Shayla was very embarrassed to admit to her mild case of sticky fingers. "I'm an opportunist. You're a professional."

"You also steal from places after you've acquired the people's trust. I scout and invade homes of people I never met before," he poked further just to see how she'd twitch.

And she responded with a stuck-up tone to defend her pride against his obvious teasing, "I'm not a vixen-…"

"You're a kitten," he interrupted smugly, and she felt a strong instinct to bite him that she suppressed.

"I'm not a vixen…" she repeat with a pout, ignoring the interruption. "But after working as a waitress, I learned how to smile and make people feel at ease around me."

"You're a vixen with how fast you completely seduced me," he confessed with a bit too much honesty, so she gave him a painful pinch in the arm. "Nyargh!"

"A vixen is a whore. I'd… never laid with a man before," she admitted, unsure if she should be embarrassed or not, but Alistar was more glad that she ignored his "cat-slip."

"How luck I am," he hummed while massaging his arm, but she sternly raised an eyebrow at him, so he very hurriedly clarified, "I truly mean it. It was the most intense experience I've ever felt."

"Even more than eating a person?" she let the question slip as her confidence wasn't strong enough to stop her morbid curiosity.

But his heart was in the right place… mostly in the right place as he wouldn't accept such direct comparison. "That was… something different; I felt like I was going mad. It was incredible but also terrible."

And the mischievous little kitten took that chance to push her dreamy icy-blue eyes right up to his face so he wouldn't be able to resist her charm. "Can we get a repeat of that, Master?"

So he booped her nose with his and answered with a light tone, "Yes, we can…"

Then the madness teased coming out for a moment once again.

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The communities that Alistar and Shayla belong to were (relatively) peaceful, but that was certainly not the case for the majority of The Slums. It was difficult for gangs to keep a large amount of "territory" as they were a constant target of Hex Enforcers who had the pastime of hunting down anyone sporting anything even remotely similar to a gang sign. The nobles at the top were very fond of having the base of their white and gold towers not regularly burning down because the "rabble" below them were getting too fond of killing each other.

With the disparity in equipment and training, most gangs couldn't fight a regular Enforcer head-on, let alone a group of "juiced up" Hex Enforcers. Therefore, they operated through even shadier means than a normal gang would, and they also ruled over their little territories with a (bloody) iron fist to prevent them from being betrayed by the locals, though that did occasionally backfire.

Gangs also had connections to the nobility and merchants because, of course, someone had to be buying all of the shady cargo they smuggled into the city. Also, also of course, this relationship was purely transactional, so the moment a gang became too much, they were cut off from the teat that raised them.

But the point of all of this exposition is that killing gang members was basically free. Nobody would care if they found a half-eaten body in the middle of a gruesomely bloody murder scene. And Alistar already had the one gang he wanted to take revenge on.

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