Brewing Bad (Fantasy Isekai Light LitRPG)

The bell rang nine while Skylara was getting ready, increasing Lucas' anticipation. He felt more like bait than a dragon slayer, but he was committed now. It's not as if he could just bail. Heisenburgle would have no way to see his target. He was trusting that Lucas would have her standing there at the appointed time, and he was determined to do just that.

He had to wait for twenty minutes past the hour before she finally appeared, walking down the stairs in a tightly wrapped silken robe that was more than modest. The crimson robe covered almost everything and was very nearly the opposite of the tight, slutty gown she'd been wearing earlier. Even in its attempts to conceal, though, it still highlighted her dramatic hourglass figure, leading him to wonder for a moment how much her human form was fixed.

While her true form was a dragon, her human form was presumably a magical construct. So, it might have been anything, in theory.

She's definitely wearing something scandalous underneath that, he decided instantly as he recalled her fantasy about being chased through the hedge maze. If she was that much of an exhibitionist, well, then the robe was for the benefit of the servants more than anything, though he doubted he could persuade her to keep it on the whole night.

"Darling," he said, taking her in his arms as soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs. "Shall we go for our planned stroll?"

She giggled at that. "Why, my lord Parin, I thought you'd never ask."

The two of them strolled arm in arm out into the night, which was chilly but not unpleasantly so. It was the perfect night for a tryst like this, and Lucas had no trouble setting the mood with compliments and caresses as he took Skylara by the arm through the gardens, keeping her as far away from Heisenburgle's hiding place as possible.

Lucas wasn't too worried about that, though. From here, he had to admit, the gnome did look like a golden statue of a horse and knight more than anything. It was pretty genius the way he was hidden in plain sight. Still, Lucas wanted to be hidden behind at least one row of hedges before it started to move, so no matter how often the dragoness stopped to kiss him, he kept them both moving.

"When are you going to show me what you've got hidden underneath there?" Lucas asked for the third time as they approached the entrance to the hedge maze.

"When no one else can see…" She answered, swatting him playfully. "Isn't that perfectly obvious? I'm not some floozy."

That was, in fact, exactly what she was in Lucas' experience, and the fact that lots of men hadn't seen her naked was almost certainly attributable to the fact that few of them lived to tell the tale. He didn't say any of that. He just feigned eagerness in an attempt to mask his own anxiety.

Soon enough, though, he couldn't put things off any longer, and when they were safely inside the entrance to the hedge maze, she quickly stripped down to show him the lacy negligee that only barely contained her bulk, complete with stockings and garter belts. The entire affair was in red and black, of course, like the rest of her outfits.

"What do you think?" she asked breathily.

I think I'm about to kill someone in their underwear, Lucas told himself as he kissed her to buy himself time.

"I think it's simply to die for," he said finally, skirting as close to the truth as he dared.

While it wasn't exactly the erotic sight that she clearly hoped it would be, there was no denying that she was a lovely woman. Her tits were probably as big as his head, and if she had a sense of humanity that was half that size, he might have been tempted, but he wasn't. Even as she jiggled pleasantly and made a show of running from him through the dark hedges, he felt nothing but contempt and a rising need for revenge.

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She's not a floozy or even a woman, he reminded himself as he gave chase. She's a monster, and she's already tried to burn down your whole world once before.

Apparently, he let some of that ferocity slip because, more than once, the dragoness said some strange things to him. "Down, boy," she teased on one occasion, and "Someone's feeling dangerous" another time when he pinned her against the wall of a stone gazebo.

There was no denying that the danger combined with the environment made the entire thing feel almost erotic, but Lucas pushed any of those emotions down, doing his best to stalk the woman like the monster she was and not the lover she yearned to be. This went on for several minutes. Neither of them was in any hurry.

The indestructible dragoness apparently found pretending to be helpless to be quite the turn-on, and he was just burning time until the bell tolled again. After all, every minute he spent chasing her through the shadows or groping her was one less he'd have to spend kissing her or, god forbid, fucking her.

She led him on a merry chase through the expansive mazes and, once, tried to end their tryst in a different garden than the one he'd chosen. That required some creative roleplay to get her moving again. Finally, he had to whisper, "You know, the servants might be able to see you here from the windows on the third story." That was enough to get her moving again, on the hunt for somewhere more private, which turned out to be the trellis-enclosed garden they'd already prepared for.

Finally, when the hour was getting late, Lucas was sure the bells would begin to toll any second. He chased her into the very private garden where he and Heisenburgle had planned their assassination the night before, and he pinned her to the stone table, just feet away from the point where she would die in a few minutes.

"Yes," she whimpered, putting up no resistance at all. "Take me!"

Lucas acted like he was about to. He hiked up her negligee to reveal her cellulite-speckled ass and started to undo his own pants. Then he paused as if he remembered something and stopped.

"In a minute, baby," he murmured.

Skylara sighed in frustration and ground against him hard. She opened up her mouth to complain, but as soon as she did so, he set the first vial of blue down in front of her, and she quieted. She might be horny as hell, but a junkie was a junkie.

"Well… I suppose we do want the perfect evening," she sighed. Straightening up to drink it.

Skylara downed her vial in one gulp, as did Lucas, but he held her back even as the strength started to course through him. "Careful," he cautioned her. "Candy to you is poison to me. You wouldn't want to kill me before you take advantage of me, would you?"

"No, I suppose not," she breathed. "Murdering, you can wait until later."

Lucas wasn't sure if that was supposed to be a joke or not, but he ignored it and instead handed her the second vial as the bell started to toll ten o'clock. He'd planned a whole spiel about these vials and had planned to talk to her about their nonexistent differences like a sommelier discussing wine vintages. They were too late for that, though. Instead, he just pulled out his endurance potion and toasted her as he drank it.

"There would certainly be worse ways to die than with you, like this," Lucas flirted. "Dragonfire, for instance."

She laughed at that, as he expected she would. She'd probably laugh at anything as truly toxic levels of blue coursed through her system. "Oh, my dear boy," she caressed him. "A night with me is hotter than any fire I know."

Lucas turned away to avoid smirking. Instead, he stepped to the spot where he needed the dragoness to be and pulled out the third vial. "One more dose," he told her, "Then I can find out for myself."

As she stepped toward him, he strained his ears for the familiar sound of the Hyperquadabulator's engine but didn't hear anything, at least not at first. That worried him, even though he knew it shouldn't.

Heisenburgle is very reliable, he told himself. Certainly more reliable than you.

As Skylara downed the last dose of Blue she would ever indulge in, though, he finally heard that distant, familiar rhythm. Skylara didn't seem to, though. She just drained her vial and tossed it before stepping toward Lucas and pressing her breasts against him.

"Well," she asked huskily. "How much longer are you going to keep me waiting?"

Lucas opened up his mouth to answer, but before he could, the gnome's golden lance ripped right through the garden trellis. Lucas didn't even have to push her, either. She was practically standing in the perfect spot. He gulped down his third and final potion at that moment, just in case; everything was going as well as he could have hoped. Still, even as the dragoness turned to face her doom, something seemed very wrong.