Umbra Mortis

Chapter 13- Don't give Basil your hair

WARNING: There is a rape scene in this chapter. It will start and end with this: ***
Please just skip over it if this sort of thing triggers you.
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"JAKAYLA!" Basil shouted, a wide smile stretching across their face.

"BASIL!" Jakayla echoed, meeting them halfway for a bone crushing hug,

Basil, the chef of a whorehouse nearby the hotel, was a good friend of the mafia. Even though they weren’t an official part of the Umbra Mortis, they maintained a good relationship and Basil remained a good, trusted friend.

As the two of them hugged the life out of each other, Benja stood waiting, grinning but growing uncomfortable by the minute. Luckily, Basil pulled away and gestured for the two of them to enter the building.

Ash and Anna still struggled to crack the firewall to get access to the Christmas Fairies’ important information but they had managed to hack into the phone of the Leader’s brother. Conveniently enough, the man took a trip to Basil’s whorehouse every third day- no exceptions.

Commander Princess (yes, that is her actual name and not a nickname) had put out a request for his kidnapping in a hope that he would know important information. The devised plan was simple enough. Jakayla would pose as a prostitute and drug him with a strong sleeping potion. She wouldn’t have to sleep with him, wouldn’t have to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with, her instructions were clear- find him, drug him, take him.

As an insurance policy in case things went sour, the Umbra Mortis promised that, if the fairies swore revenge, they would supply the whorehouse with protection. Workers were offered a one way trip to here, expenses paid for them and their family to move. Additionally, the mafia claimed the land and its surroundings, putting the area under the mafia’s protection.

The establishment’s manager happily agreed. They were another good friend of the mafia, but they also knew of the business opportunities such protection would bring.

Jakayla gazed into the mirror, her chest rising and falling as she took in a deep breath of air. Her body was clad in a silver dress, the micro skirt flashing the sparkling silver lingerie that laid underneath with almost every movement of her legs. A plunge neckline showed off her cleavage and the flimsy straps of the fabric beneath, the whole outfit leaving little to the imagination.

Somehow, a small pocket had been sewn into the side of the dress, the sleeping potion sitting inside and concealed by a now-you-see-me-now-you-don’t spell. In addition to this, Jakayla had doused her body in the liquid- careful not to accidentally drug herself. The mission hadn’t even started and the bounty hunter was already aching for the hot shower that awaited her back in her apartment.

The man in question was called Stephan. Though one might like to imagine, possibly even hope, that the brother of a homophobic mafia leader would be ugly with greasy hair and rotting, tea stained, cavity filled, blackened teeth, Stephan certainly didn’t fit this description. With blond, gelled back hair, sparkling blue captivating eyes, and a 1000 kW smile and perfectly straight and white teeth, like something out of a commercial, the man looked straight out of a fairytale.

Basil entered the room, Jakayla in tow. Stephan was sitting on a red, leather couch, elbows rested on his knees as he watched the two people on the other side of the private room. A prostitute with mousy brown hair and molten chocolate eyes was riding who could be presumed to be Stephan’s friend.

Stutty moans escaped the man’s mouth, the girl almost completely silent as he groped at her breasts and threw his head back in pleasure. “Please,” he breathed out in a breathy groan, hips bucking, “Please let me cum inside of you. Please.”