Chased

"If I run fast, I will catch up with the bow-maid and prevent her from rising an alarm."

"If I run slowly, I can hide in one of the root's chambers while a guard force runs past me, meaning fewer angels to stand in my way as I try to sneak out."

"I need to think fast. Think. Ok, but if I gain on the bow-maid, what do I do with her? Say I'll be lucky to take her down and even find a rope to tie her up, what prevents the other three from alarming the whole island later?"

"Ok no time to consider, gain on the runner and see what happens." - My brain concludes its wordless planning.

I double the effort of running up the root's wooden stair flights, getting past a couple of rooms where I considered stopping and hiding just earlier. Something in me pulls on me to take an easier choice yet, to cover inside one of the wardrobes or hide under one of the beds, but I dismiss it as futile. Besides, I finally see my prey.

A thick angel is climbing up a long, spiraling set of stairs with a speed just a little above walking.

My brain calculates the energy and effort my body will require to wrestle her down and drag her into one of the rooms.

"Of course, she is a large one, a usual two inch above me or more as they come, high chance that each of her tits and ass cheeks is quite bigger than her head. All that fat and meat on her will be a challenge to move even if she didn't resist. Clearly, she will scream, maybe make a shot at me, and perhaps I can dodge or recover from it later."

As I am catching up to her my innards churn from the thought of needing to hurt this bow-maid or use an axe to cave her skull in for a quick temporary death if I want to make it past her with the least amount of effort. My ego unwillingly dismisses it, not wanting to further ruin a good reputation I built so long with the Alranai upon the island. A new kill with the axes that slain so many of their kind centuries ago will leave an unsealing scar upon my conscience and their perception of me.

The angel stops her labor of climbing the stairs with a breather upon one of the flat ground areas. She doesn't even fully turn to face me, instead only rotating her head and torso which makes her long elf-like ears sharpen her facial profile. Something in me smiles - she already gave up and I'm almost upon her.

Bam!

I can't believe what just happened, yet just few moments later:

Bam! - rings in my ears once more along with some passionate moaning from somewhere nearby.

"What is going on?!"

Is she seriously hitting me in the face with her knuckles? The leather gauntlet softens the punch but I nearly fall down the stairs. No time to be dumbstruck then.

I drop my axes to catch her hand yet instead of hitting me for the third time she turns and tries to run again!

"A little bit late for that, don't you think?" - I state without thought.

With a bit of effort, I manage to race her up again and lock my arms around a waste of a now much faster-fleeing woman. There is no other choice but to swiftly wrestle her to the ground. Doing that I soon find myself having rolled down with her upon a flat space where we just got to know each other closer for the first time.

With the hope that she is not as muscular as Ashenchesa, I sit upon her stomach and manage to catch her struggling hands.

Her tummy fat feels soft against my skin and her thin arms are mostly easy to hold while she shakes them around alongside her massive tits. As she screams and kicks me with her knees trying to twist herself out of my grasp I need to come up with what to do next.

"Let me go you asshole! Let me go!" - She strongly interrupts my thinking.

I instinctively think of only one countering action that I am very much adept at when in such a position with an Alranai - I kiss her.

The bow-maid stops her resistance as if I'm finally speaking her tongue. Soon enough even the muffled grunts of confusion stop escaping her sealed lips, becoming replaced only with loud exhale from her nose.

Finally breaking our lips apart I sit upon my no longer struggling opponent as we catch our breaths and look at each other. While on the floor, the angel has her ears and melon-sized breasts spread apart. Though even while her skin is purple, which is typical for wingless warriors and workers of Alranai society, her eyes are reflecting a much brighter shade of almost shining sky blue, rather than dark blue.

I lick my lips for a split second as a myriad of following actions quickly fly through my head and in the next moment I switch my gaze upon a nearby door wherein I initially considered dragging the maid into - for a still unknown purpose.

To my surprise I see the door already opened and two fully naked, purple and blue-skinned angels to be looking at us from the inside, both seemingly just as sweaty and winded as we were. I am quickly proven right when checking if one of them dons a phallic stick strapped to her crotch via belts.

"Domenic? What are you doing?!"

Without a second thought, I pull the heavy angel up as much as my muscular body allows and by promptly letting her hands go, slide my arms underneath the mass of her exposed breasts, ending up holding her torso from behind.

It was not the best idea. The agitated bow-maid struggles and budges against my push towards the door, but at least doesn't make as much noise as before.

With no time to waste I use her kicks to dive under her wet hairy cooch with my forearm and lift her. Despite the pressure that her instantly locked legs created, I successfully carry her in as the two onlookers step aside in confusion.

There is only enough strength left in me to once again wrestle her down on the floor and grab a blanket from a messy bed nearby. Wrapping her upper body under it I call a bright green-haired tree-soother and a darker shade of green-haired lance-maid over.

"Anastra, hold her! Enelush! Pin her down with your roots! I must escape to save Ashenchesa from dying!"

"What?!"

"Quickly!!"