Freeport 10's Involvements

[The_Godslayer]

//some kind of content warning, this one is at least uncomfy for me. ik some of you are disastrous freaks tho

Freeport 10

"What else is it, other than to see an imperfect person perfectly?"

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Today is the day, Milly told herself as she stared down the last hallway. Everything was set up, though this box of water bottles was heavier than she planned for. No amount of skills made a brute force job easier, it seemed, and maintaining her delicate, weak appearance had left her lacking in the muscular department. She had a twenty-minute window where Max would be drunk and shut in his room. Months' worth of preparation had led up to this moment, and she wouldn't get another chance if she failed here. Punching in the keypad code with her elbow, the door slid open.

Her eyes were greeted over the top of her box by Max, sitting at his desk holding an artifact. He looked ragged. Frankly, he looked weak, which would only make her goal easier. The alcohol in his system was needed to impair his judgement, but mental frailty was welcome as well. Playing up her struggle, though not very much, as a full box of water was actually pretty heavy, she came crashing to the desk beside him, exhausted from her trip.

"Who gave you th' passkey to m'room?"

Milly smiled at him. His intoxicated slurring was like music to her ears. "You haven't changed it since the last adjutant."

Max put his artifact into a little felt bag before swiveling his office chair to face her. "Fair 'nuff. Sumn' on yo mind?"

"Yeah, actually." Milly pulled out one of Max's jade coins to show him. "I did a lot of hard work to get one of these. Washed a lot of dishes, cheered up a lot of customers."

Max eyed the coin with apprehension. He staked a lot of honor on those coins, and Ken knew that much. He had certainly worked her hard before parting with one. Though, debt-selling was a nasty business practice, so he'd have to talk to him about that. Milly opened one of the bottles and took a tiny sip of water while Max formulated his next sentence. She needed her mouth wet for what came next. "Alright. What do you want?"

Milly held out her arms, making kissing noises. Max responded with a facepalm. "Ok, can I ask you why?"

"For another coin, maybe." She knew he wouldn't, though she didn't particularly mind finding a new flowery way to confess her love. It was fun to watch him get flustered. He seemed to sober up slightly, likely about to appeal to reason.

"Listen, Milly, seriously. I am forty. You are nineteen. Don't you think that's a little weird? I don't know why everyone else goes along with it but surely at least you can tell there's something off with that age gap."

Walking around behind the chair, using her footsteps to hide the crunching noise in her mouth as she bit a capsule in two, Milly grabbed his chin to lean back the chair and look into his eyes. She dropped most of the innocence out of her voice to reply. "Yeah, I can't tell which I like more: that or the size difference." Fortunately, the contents of the capsule ended up a sweet and salty flavor after thoroughly mixing with her saliva. It would have been harder to get away with it if it had been bitter. She took everything that she could get out of this kiss, as if she wouldn't get more in a few minutes. When they did separate, she spun Max's chair around to face her again.

"What did you eat before you came down here? Sour gummies?"
"Are you saying you like how I taste?"

When Max didn't offer an answer, she climbed into his lap, fully intending to pull herself in for another kiss until he caught her by the waist. "Slow your roll. You got too much dip on your chip" Her logic kicked in for a moment. Having the drugs in her mouth first meant that she would be hit by it first. Now that she was paying attention, her heart rate was up and her body was on fire. She really needed him this exact second, she wasn't certain she could wait until the drug hit him.

"Just a little bit, please?"
"Don't you think-..."

Max stopped mid-sentence. Milly could feel that he was getting warmer, too. She couldn't help but giggle when she stuck out her tongue to show him the two halves of the gel capsule. Swallowing them, she added: "The best part of a good con is sh-"
"Showing your mark where you hid the ball."

Max picked her up by the waist, but stumbled due to the alcohol and the drug mixing, dropping her onto the nearby bed. It just so happened to be a bed, hmm? "What did you do?"
"Well, I really, really, really want you. And I just really, really, really wanted you to want me too."

She knew Max had a very strong mind. She also knew that Gallia's underworld produced some very strong and effective drugs. But when he stood up and turned away, even when he wobbled a bit, she was afraid that, somehow, he had won. All of this amounting to nothing would be more than just a bother. She could easily play this off, of course, to everyone except Max. But she wasn't doing this for everyone except Max. She wanted to have Max.

Then his armor fell to the floor with a clatter. Her thoughts were becoming hazy and unfiltered, but she had enough presence of mind to understand that she had won when his undershirt hit the floor next.

"Oh." That was all she had left to say. It turns out Max's armor was thinner than she had imagined, he truly was that big. Milly couldn't tell if Max had more muscle or scar tissue, but a nagging fear at the back of her mind was starting to become a greater concern.

The last thing she understood clearly was: "Alright, you're going to have what's called "a learning experience". The moral of the story is "you reap what you sow"."
"Y-yessir."

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Max woke up first. It was the first time in months, maybe years, that he had really slept. If he had a dream, he didn't remember it. He was, however, physically exhausted, and when he sat up, he noticed Milly plastered to his side. He thought she was bruised, but then the idea of hickeys crossed his mind, to is own horror. He checked the clock. Twelve full hours had passed.

The memories were slowly starting to trickle back, and with them a wave of guilt. They had gone through all the water that Milly brought, and there were holes in the sheets and pillows where she had bitten all the way through. The judges among the Spirits weren't going to hand down a kind verdict for this one. Though, after the Tenacity, he supposed there wasn't a good afterlife waiting for him anyway.

Milly woke up, too, rustled by Max sitting up. She didn't speak immediately, instead choosing to latch onto Max's arm. Then she started licking it, which Max responded to by grabbing her head and stuffing it in a pillow. "I don't think you learned anything."
"You think wrong. I learned exactly why safe words exist."
Max put his head in his hands, stress levels rising. "That's not what you needed to learn, either."
"I also learned that you're very scary when you're mad."
"Don't say it like that."
"Hmmm." Milly made a show of thinking about the experience. "I learned that size differences are not for the faint of heart. That thing was like the size of my thigh."
"Oh-kaaaayyyy." Max had been trying not to remember anything specific. "Listen, I'll go find a change of clothes for you, just be discreet when you leave, alright? I don't know how often you go AWOL, but I don't think the regulars at the bar would forgive me for... you know..."
"Sweetie I am not standing, let alone walking. Not for a few more hours." Noticing Max's concerned stare, she stuck her tongue out at him before trying to continue. Patting her stomach, she added: "I'm still le-"
The soft thud of a pillow launched at blazing speed and pinpoint accuracy silenced her. "Shut! The fuck up!" Max tossed her the undershirt he had taken off last night. "Here, put this on so you stay warm." The sundress she had come over in was torn into a few separate pieces, she certainly couldn't wear that, and the room had gotten particularly humid.

"I need to fetch an outfit for you, and then I need to find out a way to explain why you were gone all day. And you need food, and I need to finalize the next Cardamine shipme-" Milly had chosen, instead of putting on the shirt that Max had given her, like any normal person would, to begin huffing the smell from it, catching Max completely off guard and utterly destroying his train of thought. She even noticed him staring, bewildered, and simply continued.

Max's stare of confusion eventually shifted to judgmental disapproval, finally prompting a response from Milly. "I've discovered that you taste amazing."
"Dubious little rodent creature."
"Gotcha, next time, in a bunny suit."
"No, just... just message me when you've recovered."
"Don't worry about making something up to cover for me." Milly decided to try and ease his struggles a bit. "Most of the regulars already know how much I like you."
"That doesn't inspire confidence."
"Hell, Kenny owes me a congratulations."

Max had changed his bodywear and strapped his armor back on by this point. He tucked the artifact pouch in under the armor plating on his belt, then turned and opened the door. "Bye! Come back safe!" Milly blew kisses after him, and then laid back down.

At long last, victory. She had conquered Maxamillion Kress. Freeport 10 was, for all intents and purposes, now under her control.

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I'll do something about my superiority complex when I cease to be superior.

"Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin and gettin' your shoes, coat, and your hat tooken?"