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merlinxmagic · 1 year

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My thoughts on the s2 soundtrack

SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE GRISHAVERSE BOOKS BELOW!!

1. On the run: definitely alina mal in some dramatic chase scene in ep 1

2. Market chase: Mal (and possibly alina) running in the village in the sneak peak we got in september

3. Tolya and Tamar: Alina and Mal meet Tolya and Tamar

4. Wylan: No explanation needed but AHHHHHH. says a lot that he’s the only character with the track as simply their name. superior king

5. Come Sail Away: Dramatic moment on Nikolai’s ship, where they first set sail or smth

6. Brother: Jordie flashback (SO SOON THO, assuming the soundtrack is in order).

7. Arriving at the Island: Nikolai’s ship docks at an island where they look for the sea whip, I haven’t read S&S in a hot minute so don’t count me on this one

8. Crows ambushed: :( Probably involves Pekka

9. Return of the Useless Grunt: No idea who this is... definitely something to do with Ketterdam and the Dregs tho

10. I’m Here for the Killers: Kaz related I’m guessing, perhaps him talking to the crows and reminding what they’re here for, inducing a ruthless mindset

11. Matthias fights: Hellgate scene ay

12. The Night We Met: Christina Strain posted this on twitter with an explosion emoji so I think we’re safe to assume it’s for wesper!! so we ARE getting tannery scene?? I’m so confused haha

13. Become the Blade: It’s mal doofuses

14. Jesper’s Past: AHHHHHH

15. Hope is Dangerous: Inej, a darker moment for her character this season (perhaps the way she is ‘tested’ that Amita referred to in an interview a long time ago?). Or maybe this is the scene in the trailer where she is fighting the Shu warrior?

16. Shu Han: Party arrives in Shu Han I’m guessing, the crows are involved too I bet since they seem to be in Shu Han in the trailer

17. The Disciple: Something to do with s&b, possibly the apparat? I need to reread that series before s2

18. I Can’t Lose You: Malina (perhaps alludes to Darkling’s remark “Are you prepared to sacrifice that which is most precious to you?”)

19. Deserve Her: Kanej or Malina, could be Helnik but I have no idea where they’re going with Nina and Matthias and if they will even meet other than in Matthias’s dreams

20. Chased: Not sure, either crows or Mal and Alina again

21. Battle at the Moat: Was this where Wylan was with Kaz and he was throwing a bomb at Tamar? I was never sure if Tamar was actually part of that scene or if they were different ones. Either of those shots are definitely involved her though

22. Stronger Than An Emerald: I’m guessing this is related to Pekka (Emerald Palace), and definitely is true since Kaz ended up refurbishing the place and renaming it The Silver Six (adorable btw). But if so, does that mean the crows have now returned to Ketterdam? Or has Pekka Rollins joined them in Shu Han? Or did they never go to Shu Han in the first place?

23. We Can Do This: Perhaps the scene with Kaz, Jesper, Wylan, Tolya, Tamar, Nikolai, and Adrik where they are watching the nichevoya and about to attack?

24. Final Goodbye: Crows part with s&b crew, or maybe the darkling and alina. Or if they reach the end of r&r and mal is about to sacrifice himself for alina?

25. Let Me Be Your Monster: Darkling, move on

26. Loss ad Sacrifice: Never mind, THIS is probably where mal sacrifices himself?? Or maybe Genya and the nichevoya?

27. Hope for the Future: Ending theme, perhaps ties in with the Inej track

28. How Will You Have Me: this is going to be the best scene in the show.

29: Rise And Fall: idk man probably s&b related

Notes:

- this season is going to be INSANE. i’m really excited and scared because I’ve been waited for this for two years and... wow.

- no Nikolai track? Maybe ‘come sail away’ is for him?

- hyped for march 10 when i will be able to listen to them and analyze all of these further!

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animemangasoul · 1 year

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Gloves for a Cane

Summery: Sturmhond gives one Kaz Brekker a helping hand on a slave ship.

Or, remember that scene in shadow and bones when Kaz leant Nikolai his cane? Yeah.

They'd expected resistance, of course they had. A slaver's ship wasn't going to just roll over and let them scratch it's belly. They'd know that, but frankly, Sturmhond or better known by the name Nikolai, King consort, was tired. He'd been at sea for what felt like months now, even though he very well knew it had only been three weeks, and he missed his wife damn it. He hadn't been away from her this long since they'd tied the knot and seeking her grow smaller and smaller by the harbor as he set sail had done something to his blackened heart he couldn't quite place a finger on.

In summary, he wanted to go home and he would be on his way there right now if rumours hadn't reached their ears that the slaver's ship Damnation was carrying a cargo to Katterdam. Nikolai hadn't even giving the decision a second thought, issuing orders and turning away from home sweet home to do what he must.

And now here they were, fighting a bloody and brutal battle against a bloody and brutal crew.

Nikolai was so freaking tired.

The sound of clashing swords and the scent of smoke filled the air as he and his crew fought to take control. So far many men had fallen victim to his guns and blade but more just kept popping up. "Oh for-" he hissed when a muscles of a man nicked his arm. Turning swiftly he shot him once, twice. He dropped and never got up.

"Tolya!"

"I'm good," one of his closest friends and comrades called back, his previous grunt of pain, all but forgotten as he reached out, clenched his fist and crushed the heart of the first man.

"Good good," Nikolai said, stabbing his sword through the nearest man's chest to the hilt. "Make sure to keep it that way."

"Ay ay captain."

Amidst the chaos, his mind remained focused on the mission at hand - rescuing the abused slaves that were likely still locked up in the brig unless this was one of those slave ships that tended to kill their cargo instead of losing it to rivals. Nikolai felt cold just thinking about it.

The deck was slick with blood and sea spray by the time the battle came to an end, the captain of the Damnation dead with a bullet through his skull.

Nikolai stood tall, his shirt stained red but his eyes blazing. "Tie up the rest," he said, waving carelessly at the remaining crew. "Tolya, come with me, we'll see who've they got in the brig."

Tolya nodded, following behind him silently; his big frame providing Nikolai some familiar level of comfort.

He stepped down into the bowels of the ship, the salty air turning dank and sour with each step they took. He peered into the first cell and found it empty, then moved to the next and then the next. Part of him was relieved because the sparsity of the cells meant they hadn't captured many, but the other half of him just wanted to see alive faces and-----

There, huddled in the corner of the fourth cell, was a group of people, haggard and thin, their eyes darting up to meet his. They looked starved, scared, defiant.

He put on a smile, falling behind his privateer mask to bury his anger and raised his hands in the air, universal sign of 'I mean you no harm.' Most of the people appeared to be of Fjerdan descent so with less than adequate accent, he stepped forward and said-

"I'm here to free you," Kaz said, his Fjerdan rough yet cheerful. "Do you know who I am?"

One of the prisoners shifted forward, their eyes lighting up with recognition. "You're Sturmhond," they said, their voice trembling. "We've heard of you. You're a privateer."

Nikolai's eyes lit up, smirk turning into a full blooming grin. Finally. "Yes, that I am." He tipped his hat; a beautiful piece of leather gift giving to him curtesy of Genya. "Good good. Then you know I've come to free you."

Bending down, he picked the lock with practiced ease and swung the cell door open. He'd gotten quite fast at lock picking ever since his favorite Ketterdam barrel rat had given him a most valuable lesson in it.

The prisoners stumbled out, some of them too weak to stand, and Tolya and him caught them before they fell. As they made their way back up to the deck, Nikolai couldn't help but let his shoulders fall in relief. He hadn't lost any of his crew on this unprompted raid and they'd found the kidnapped victims before anything worse could have happened to them. It was….. A relief.

Suddenly Nikolai saw movement out of the corner of his eye and he stiffened, hand immediately coming to rest on the revolver at his side.

"You should be more aware of your surroundings, demon."

He turned, eyes widening at hearing the familiar brittle voice of an old friend only to come face to face with the owner of the voice himself.

"Kaz?" He asked, disbelief coloring his voice.

Kaz lips quirked into what could arguably be construed as a friendly-ish smirk. "Sturmhond."

He was standing tall and maybe a bit stiff by the now opened cell door of the cell next to the one he'd found the rest of the people. Nikolai had been meaning to give the brig thorough check before heading up but part of him felt a twinge of guilt to not have done so immediately and missed Kaz. For it was obvious Kaz Brekker hadn't been here of his own violation by his ragged appearance and sunken cheeks. Or if he'd been, for it to have turned sour rather quickly.

"Didn't expect to see you here." He said instead, not voicing any of his racing thoughts. His concerns

"Fastest way back to Katterdam," was the younger's casual response. It made Nikolai snort.

"Of course."

"Best we get out of here," the Katterdam gangster said, after observing him quietly for a second. Nikolai nodded. Taking a step forward, cane missing, Kaz grimaced as the ship swayed and his left hand came in contact with the metal of the door in support. He pulled his hand away immediately but his cheeks had already taken on a greenish tint and Nikolai couldn't help but stare. He couldn't quite look away from the other's hands. His bare hands. For this had just finally managed to register in his head. His naked, bare, uncovered hands.

Where were his gloves? 'Likely where his cane is, idiot,' his brain supplied him helpfully and he found himself pulling a face. Yeah that made sense. Who'd let a slave keep his possessions. Hell, for all he knew, Kaz could have lost them both long before he boarded this ship. If they were here, Brekker would have gotten to them during the fight, wouldn't he?

Should Nikolai ask?

No? Yes?

"Best to get out of here before other slave ships are alerted to our presence," Kaz said, breaking him out of his thoughts and raising an eyebrow at him when their eyes met. It was obvious Kaz Brekker wasn't about to acknowledge that momentary sign of weakness and from the way he held himself, he might as well have loudly said he'd gut Nikolai if he did but----

A long time ago. Nikolai had been injured. He had tried to walk it off but his leg hadn't been willing to cooperate and frankly it had hurt like a bitch. Back then a particular young man with a penchant for violence, cruel words and carelessness regarding people's lives had lent him his cane. A cane he too had needed.

It had been a kind gesture.

Nikolai remembered it well.

"Sturmhond." There was a sharpness in Brekker's voice. "Let us go."

"Yeah, ok but first---" Without a second thought, Nikolai pulled off his own gloves, the thick material sliding off without resistance and exposing his blackened fingers to the cool air. He could feel the familiar discomfort that always accompanied the feeling of not hiding his hands despite having come to term with the demon inside a long long time ago, but he pushed it all aside as he held out his gloves to Kaz.

"Here, put these on," he said lightly, hiding his concern with humour. "Pretty sure your pale-ass hands will catch fire when we make it back to the deck otherwise."

Kaz's face went tight. "Sturmhond ," he said, this time the warning there unmistakable.

Nikolai didn't budge. "Take it," he said. "I owe you one." Layers behind the words Kaz clearly picked upon from the way his eyebrows arched.

When their eyes met this time, there was something unreadable in the younger man's gaze. For a second Nikolai almost took his hand back, thinking perhaps they did not actually have an unspoken understanding about this but just as his arm twitched, Brekker reached out. Fingers pinching and lifting the gloves oh so carefully as not to touch him but taking them nonetheless.

Nikolai sighed in relief.

"You did not have to do this," Kaz said after a pause, pulling the privateer's gloves on; they looked just this side of big on him to make it almost look adorable. Nikolai bit his tongue to not comment on it. He promised his wife he'd come back home alive.

Instead he shrugged off the gratitude which frankly felt more like casual observation, knowing that Kaz didn't like to be fussed over. "What can I say? I'm a sucker for repaying debts."

"Indeed."

How could someone so young, sound so dead inside?

"We have to get you out of here," Nikolai said, "everyone must be wondering what's taking me so long."

Kaz rested a hand against the metal; this time without a twitch of discomfort, Nikolai took bigger comfort in that than he was willing to admit. "Lead the way."

Together, they made their way back to the deck of the ship, where the rest of the crew was waiting.

Nikolai surveyed the scene before him: the still living slavers, writhing on the ground in pain or cowering in fear, tied together. Satisfaction pulsed through him at the sight.

A group of terrified, shackled people huddled together on the other side as his crew slowly worked their way to free them. Nikolai had seen many horrors in his time at sea, but the sight of people being treated as property still made his blood boil.

"Get them out of those chains as quickly as possible," he barked at his crew. "Before getting them back on our ship, get them something to eat too. We've got a long journey ahead of us, and I won't have them chained like animals by the time we sail off. Also, do try to treat your own injuries before helping anyone else." The crew scrambled to do as told even as they lightly ribbed each other, shoving him around good naturally as they passed him by.

God, he really loved these idiots.

Now, stepping up to the freed slaves, he tipped his hat.

"I'm Captain Sturmhond," he said. "And you're safe now."

One of the men stepped forward, his eyes wary. "Who are you really?" he asked, his voice shaking.

"I'm the man who just saved your life," Nikolai replied with a grin. "And if you're wondering where we're headed, let me just say that we're not in the business of selling people. You're free now, and we'll get you home as soon as possible. That is a promise."

Oh did he have a hell of a story to tell Zoya when he got back. Speaking off--

"What do you say about coming with me back to Ravka?"

"No."

He sighed. So ungrateful.

But as he watched Kaz leaning against the railing watching the sunset. The younger man having helped free the slaves in record time; gloves still firmly pulled over his hands, Nikolai couldn't help but smile.

He was glad.

Now, how to trick him into boarding Inej's ship so they could finally reunite.

#nikolai lantsov #kaz brekker #shadow and bone #grisha trilogy fanfic #shadow and bone fanfic #grishaverse #fanfic #but guys guuuuuuuys #why am I still freaking out about that moment #and now I can't stop thinking about nikolai returning the favor like #fjndjkndkjn heeeeelp #i need this #so I made it #living rent free in my head

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parkersbliss · 3 years

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My Reason | K. Brekker

pairing: kaz brekker x female reader

warnings: cursing? maybe slightly out of character?

wc; 2k

synopsis: kaz brekker makes a desperate attempt to protect you, but it backfires for both parties

prompts: 015: “You’re everywhere I go!” 020: “I just wanted you to be happy.”

a/n: kaz brekker: *breathes* me: I LOVE YOU YOUVE DONE NOTHING WRONG MY SWEET CHILD

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You felt like crying.

Scratch that. You were going to cry.

You were going to cry and possibly throw something, anything. You wanted to grab a knife and chuck it at the wall repeatedly until there was a hole.

You wanted the wall to feel the same pain as you.

Like there was a hole in it.

Ironic.

Kaz Brekker, dirtyhands, the bastard of the barrel, shattered your heart. And he probably didn’t even know it or cared.

Kaz only cared, for one thing, money. You couldn’t blame him for that. Money was something necessary in Ketterdam. You needed money to stay alive and above the rest.

But money also puts a sign on your head. A big red blinking sign that probably says something like “big kill, big money.”

You weren’t stupid. You were very well aware of how big of a sign Kaz had on his head. Plenty of people wanted his head on a spike. You almost want to add yourself to the list.

“What?” You asked, voice small.

“Don’t make me repeat it.”

Kaz doesn’t bother to look at you. His eyes stay trained at his desk, filing through paperwork for the slat. He scribbles on them, whether it be a signature or a check.

“I don’t understand.”

“I’ve made myself clear.”

“No.”

“I’m not asking.”

“I don’t want to.”

“(Y/N), this isn’t up for debate.”

“Well, it should be! I should be allowed to have a say in this.”

“You don’t get one!” Kaz said harshly, finally meeting your eyes. “Out.”

You want to refuse, sit there and scream at him for the rest of the night. But you can’t. Kaz Brekker won either way. It doesn’t matter if you sat in his office the rest of the night and argued. His say was final. You would only be denying the inevitable by fighting.

You stand up, blinking through the tears forming in your eyes. The words slip past your lips before you even realize.

“I hate you.”

You slam the door shut behind you, missing the way Kaz’s face drops, and his pen explodes from the force of his grip.

He had kicked you out like that. Stripped you of everything you are. One mission gone wrong, and you were booted back onto the streets of Ketterdam.

He had kicked you from the Dregs.

It wasn’t even your fault. You didn’t understand his reasoning. You got shot, and the next thing you know, as soon as you've recovered, you’re alone.

And honestly, if Pekka Rollins himself asked you to murder Kaz, you just might. The Dregs weren't a gang; they were a family. They were home to you.

A home that you hadn’t had in a while, but it wasn’t just the Dregs. It was Kaz Brekker. The bastard of the barrel was also the person that held your heart in his hands. He was the person you went to at midnight when you didn’t know what else to do.

He was the person that listened to you.

He was your person.

But you weren’t his.

You grabbed the knife off the table and throw it as hard as you can at the wall.

You miss.

You grab the knife, wiping away the tears blurring your vision, and aim again. This time it lands in the wall. You clutch it and throw it again.

And again.

…

The Crow Club is still as lively as ever as you walk past it. You contemplate going inside, but you know better. A shadow catches your eye behind you, but there’s no one out here but you.

And yet, you can’t shake the feeling of being watched. Then again, any member of the Dregs was constantly being watched.

You shrugged it off.

Work was easy to find in a place like Ketterdam. It was also easy as one of the top assassins. You busied yourself in easy missions with easy targets.

It was the one thing in your life that remain stable. It was after one of these missions while cleaning your knife, did you see her.

“Inej?”

The said girl steps out of the shadows, silent as ever, and pulls down her face covering. “Hey.”

“What are you doing here?”

“The same thing as you.”

You use your knife to gesture to the dead man on the floor, and she nods.

“Looks like I beat you to it,” You joke, tucking your knife away and rolling your shoulders.

“It would appear so.”

You want to ask how everything is, and despite every bone in your body, how Kaz is.

But instead, you turn around to leave.

“We miss you,” Inej blurts.

You freeze, letting your shoulders fall. “I miss you guys, too.”

“He’s an idiot.”

“You don’t have to tell me that.”

Inej nods, stepping back into the shadows, and you leave, an aching in your heart.

But that wasn’t the last time you ran into Inej. You saw her everywhere after that and nowhere at the same time. At first, you didn’t mind, but then it became unsettling.

You felt like you were being watched in your own home, but there was no one. It was hard to explain. You always saw her in town, but the feeling of being watched couldn’t be shaken when you got home.

You didn’t know how to explain it. You wanted to call her out on it, but you said nothing.

Until you did catch her in your house.

You let her off with a warning by throwing a knife into her corner. It was never going to hit her, neither of you would allow it, but she stepped out after that.

You raise an eyebrow at her. “What are you doing?”

“Checking on you.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“I’m just looking out-”

“You’re everywhere I go!” You shout, “Everywhere, Inej. If you wanted to look out for me, you could use the door and ask!”

“I’m sorry,” The Suli girl said.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing. You feel bad for yelling at her. Inej was one of your closest friends, and she was only looking out for you. “Inej, it’s fine I just-”

“It’s Kaz.”

“Kaz?” You question, voice softening.

“He wants to know that you’re okay, and not dead. Every time you go on a mission, he sends me as unofficial backup.”

“I can take care of myself. If he’s so worried about my safety, he shouldn’t have kicked me out in the first place," You snap.

“Maybe you should tell him that.”

You turn to face Inej, but when you do, she’s gone.

Kaz? This was his doing? You didn’t believe her, but you also knew she wouldn’t lie. You sit on the edge of your bed, staring out the window. Kaz wants to know if you’re okay.

Kaz Brekker, the man that kicked you from the Dregs wants to make sure you’re okay. The thought should be comforting, but it’s more infuriating to you. At first, you thought maybe he had changed his mind, but this was worse. He didn't trust you to take care of yourself or respect you in the slightest.

You were angry at him. You didn’t understand why, and he refused to tell you. He was so stuck up, thinking that keeping his feelings from others would make him appear stronger.

But the strongest thing anyone can do is admit them.

You stand up, grabbing your knife from the wall and tucking it into your belt.

There was someone you needed to see.

It’s bitter cold outside, biting and chilling. It forces you to walk faster towards the Slat. No one questions you when you walk in; it’s normal to them.

In fact, they look happy to see you.

Jesper’s eyes light up, and he goes to hug you, but Wylan pulls him back.

“That’s her pissed-off face.”

“I would wear earplugs if I were you,” Nina warns, “(Y/N) doesn’t back down from a fight and certainly not with Kaz.”

You make no comment and step past them, making your way up to his office.

You don’t bother knocking and throw open the door, eyes blazing.

Kaz’s head snaps up from his work, equally pissed that someone dared to open his door without permission, but then his eyes soften.

“You’re supposed to knock first, you know that,” Kaz said sharply.

You roll your eyes, slamming the door behind you. Nina smirks as she sits with the other crows outside the door, all wearing earplugs to reduce the sound of your screaming that's bound to come.

“I don’t care about your petty rules, Brekker.”

Venom drips from your voice, and Kaz sets down his pen, leaning back in his chair. “Is there something you want?”

“An explanation.”

“I can’t offer you that.”

“Kaz, you promised.”

His lip twitches ever so slightly at that.

“You promised me this. We made a deal. And Kaz Brekker goes through with all his deals.”

Kaz is silent. He’s at a loss for words. Dirtyhands did not have the upper hand here, and it seemed he was finally stunned.

“You can’t just send Inej out to watch over me after you kicked me out, okay? If you don’t have an explanation, at least let me live the rest of my life without you watching over.”

Nothing.

You sigh, pushing the tears back, ready to make your way out of the slat for the last time, but then he speaks. His voice is raspier than usual but soft, almost like a whisper.

“I just wanted you to be happy.”

“Happy?” You scoff. “Why would that ever make me happy?”

“It was a way out.”

“Out of what, Kaz?”

“This!” He shouts, standing up and gesturing to the walls around you both. “This lifestyle of doing the dirty work to survive and always having a sum of money plastered on your forehead.”

“I don’t want out!”

“It was a way for you to escape…. to escape me.”

There’s silence as you process his words. You wanted to be angry at Kaz and continue to lash out at him, but you understand. He had given you your reason, and you're damned because it's a good one.

But you didn't want to escape him. Kaz was the only reason you stayed in Ketterdam; he was the thing that kept you grounded here. He was your person.

“Why would I ever want that?”

“You hate me.”

You shake your head, “Kaz-”

He cuts you off, switching topics. “This lifestyle isn’t meant for you.”

“It’s not meant for any of us.”

“I gave you a chance.”

“You gave me a reason.”

“A reason?”

Kaz waits for an answer, but you’re afraid to give it. The hardest thing anyone can do is admit their feelings. And you're unsure if you're strong enough to face them.

Kaz Brekker was stone cold, and you don't know if he'd drop the facade, even for you.

“You are the reason I deal with this lifestyle,” You finally said, voice barely above a whisper as you feel the weight lift from your shoulders. “Because it’s worth it. You are worth it.”

“I am not worth anything,” Kaz dismissed.

“Kaz Rietveld, you are worth everything to me.”

The boy freezes, and you take a step forward, placing your hand inches from his. Your heart beats madly in your chest, and you feel like you're suffocating as you wait for an answer, a reaction, anything. You expect him to pull away, but he doesn't. He stares at your hand inches from his on his desk.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“It’s okay,” You said.

His eyes meet yours, and you can see the fear in them. His hands are shaky, but he manages to take yours in them. He still wears his gloves, and your hands are just barely resting on top of his, but it means enough to you.

“You’re worth everything to me,” he repeats back to you.

Your heart bursts in your chest as Kaz squeezes your hand lightly. The action means everything to you.

Nina screams in triumph with the rest of the crows outside the door.

You and Kaz laugh, still holding his hand.

And at that moment, you know, you are his everything, and he is yours.

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in-my-feels-probably · 3 years

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INEFFABLE - Kaz Brekker

Chapter Seven

If you would like to read this on Wattpad, it’s on there as well, my @ is in_my_feels_probably and there’s a few visuals and better descriptions and stuff on there. otherwise, enjoy, let me know what you think, and you can check out my masterlist for updates and more. don’t forget to read the prologue, it’s important to the story!

INEFFABLE – Kaz Brekker

ineffable (adj.) too great to be expressed in words, utterly indescribable; too sacred to speak of.

Chapter Seven

Now in Kribirsk, East Ravka, the Crows and Arken sat around a table in a pub, mindlessly eating and drinking, thinking about the past days events. Kaz had left them there, leaving Elham in charge of making sure everyone stayed put while he scoped the city out, finding out what he could.

Arken was grumbling, slamming a flyer onto the table. “The Little Palace winter fete. There’s just no way he can find a way to the Sun Summoner without Nina. Especially during this ridiculous party, the place will be crawling with Second Army.”

Kaz suddenly approached the table, in an immensely better mood than the rest of them, despite his disheveled look. “We’re in luck. There’s a good chance we can crack on. Now that we’re three days’ travel from the capital, the next play is finding a way inside the Little Palace. It turns out the Kribirsk archives house the Little Palace blueprints. But, they’re kept under lock and key. Far from the prying eyes of the masses.”

Elham scoffed. “As if that’s ever stopped you.”

Jesper had perked up, high fiving Elham. “Yes.”

Arken looked confused, suddenly uneasy around the group. “What does that mean?”

“Time for a heist!”

“Jesper, I don’t think you could sound any more excited. Excited to get that kruge, finally pay me back all you owe me?”

“Oh, but Elham, isn’t my company a good enough payment?”

She threw her head back laughing. “Oh, honey, you’d have to be around me the rest of your life to pay off your debt. Honestly, I don’t get it, Kaz pays you as much as he pays me, how is it that you’re always asking me for more kruge? I must say, though, the satisfaction of watching you lose almost makes it worthwhile.”

Jesper gasped. “Elham! Rude!”

“It’s my money you’re losing anyways. Now come on, let’s go say goodbye to the goat, and get this show on the road.”

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Elham stood next to Arken, watching Jesper hand off the goat that he had dubbed Milo, to a barmaid, giving his tearful goodbye. She rolled her eyes, and called out a goodbye to Milo, turning her attention back to Kaz, who was giving Arken instructions. He handed him a wad of money.

“I have a job for you. We need to hitch a ride east to the Little Palace. Make friends.”

Arken nervously chuckled. “But that’s the hardest job.”

Kaz tapped his cane to the back of Elham’s leg, signaling her to follow him. Over his shoulder, he called back to Arken. “You managed to win us over, didn’t you?”

Once out of earshot, making their way out the door, Elham muttered. “Hardly. He was our only option. I still don’t like him.”

“I’m not asking you to like him, I’m not overly fond of him myself. But he’s our only shot. We aren’t getting in the Little Palace without him.”

“Oh, come on Brekker, not with that attitude we aren’t. Now, what’s your big plan here, where are we going?”

He almost smirked. “You’re not going to like this.”

Kaz led them over to the alley Inej and Jesper were standing in. “Alright, Royal Archives heist, here’s the game plan. Watchmen are on guard around the clock. We want to get in and get out as quietly as possible. That means the hardware stays in the holster, Jesper.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“Inej, the dome on the roof is directly above the repository where the blueprints to the Little Palace are kept.”

“Got it, that’s my way in.”

“I’ll set a trail of phosphorus that will lead you straight to the target. The repository is secured at all times behind a two-part lock mechanism. So Inej, you have to leave the way you came in. Two hours after sunset is when you’ll go in, Jesper. You’ll need to blend in.”

“Easy.”

“The lighting valves are on the second floor.”

Inej nodded. “I’ll take my cue once I see the lights go out, and then follow your trail straight to the blueprints.”

“The archivist has to pull them a number of times a day, so we can’t steal them or they’ll know something is up.”

“So? Make a copy.”

“But careful, if you're heavy handed, you'll bleed the ink.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

Elham listened to the Crows talk back and forth, and then interrupted. “Well, I don’t. What am I supposed to be doing this whole time?”

The smirk crept back onto Kaz’s face.

“Well first, you’re coming with me to plant the phosphorus. I’m going to need you to keep the sarcastic comments to a minimum while we’re there, you are going to hate this part of the plan, though. I’m sure Jesper would love to hear them after we’re done. After we leave the archives office, I need you to distract the guards if Inej or Jesper get stuck...maybe take out one or two if necessary.”

“How am I supposed to do that? I can’t distract anyone. Kill, yes, but that seems like a bad decision.”

“It’s a last resort. Now, do you speak Suli? Zemeni?”

“No, I grew up in Kerch, I only learned Ravkan before coming to Ketterdam.”

“Well, let’s hope you don’t come across any guards then, otherwise you’re going to have to fake it. Now let's go, everyone get into place. El, you’re with me.”

---

Kaz and Elham stepped out of the carriage in front of the archives building in town. Kaz was dressed in clothes he wouldn’t be caught dead wearing in the Barrel. His usual hat was replaced by a beret, his black coat for colorful drapes. Elham, however, definitely got the shit end of the stick. She was wearing a knee length poofy dress, bright fabrics and Suli silk adorning it. She wore a matching drape around her neck, the same one Kaz was wearing.

Elham was grumbling, rolling her eyes. “What, I don’t get a hat too? Honestly, Kaz, I look ridiculous! Not as ridiculous as you, but still, you had to pick this?”

“You have to blend in, El.”

“Blend in? I look like a wedding cake! At least you get to wear something semi-normal.”

“You’re supposed to look like a foreign artist, El, one good enough to be working for the King. You couldn’t show up in your normal attire, could you?”

She huffed, smoothing down the folds and fabrics of her dress, and Kaz stifled a chuckle.

“Oh, this is funny to you? Is that why you brought me, just needed a good laugh? Bastard.”

“I brought you to play the part. You’re here for the guard. Men fall for plots like this much easier when there’s a woman in a dress around.”

“Well, if you’re wanting me to seduce someone, you seriously missed the mark. Should've let me pick the dress.”

Kaz rolled his eyes, sighing. “You’re here to be the distraction. He’s not going to pay much attention to me if he’s looking at you. I don’t need you to seduce him, hence this dress. Stop grumbling, let’s go.”

---

They stepped inside the office, and Kaz greeted the man at the desk. Elham looked around, uncomfortable after having to pass so many people on the way in looking like that.

“Good day to you, sir! My name is Ivanovski, the sculptor.”

Kaz turned and motioned to Elham, who stood awkwardly behind him. “This is my wife, she’s the artist, a very good one at that. She doesn’t speak any Ravkan, she’s Suli, but she wanted to come along and see the archive building, right, love?”

Elham stifled her shock, and gulped, turning to the man at the desk, who, as Kaz predicted, only had his eyes on her. Elham hesitated, before slightly bowing, and nodding her head towards the man.

The man seemed to lose his annoyed attitude, smiling at Elham. “She’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she? Exotic, there seems to be a lot of pretty women at the capital this year, it must be the winter fete. You’re a lucky man, Ivanovski, aye?”

Elham fought the heat that rose to her cheeks, stepping from foot to foot, flustered. Kaz’s face had gone cold for a second, his jaw clenched. He quickly recovered when the man turned back to him.

“Yes! Yes, she’s very beautiful, I’m the luckiest. Actually, the winter fete is what we’re here for. I am in desperate need of your assistance.”

Elham tilted her head towards the floor, no longer able to look in Kaz’s direction. She pretended to fiddle with the ribbons of her dress, lost in thought, while listening to Kaz talk.

“I am working on a real showstopper for the winter fete. I need the dimensions to the Little Palace entrances. The grand piece may be too grand to fit through the door frame. The King will have my head if his statuary must be parked in the courtyard. Can’t leave my wife here alone, can I?”

The man sighed, looking at Elham, before heading into the archives room to retrieve the prints. “Damned fete. I have to pull the blueprints every day. Wait here.”

Elham watched Kaz reach into his pocket to pull out the phosphorus, and so she shuffled in front of the man, stepping closer to Kaz, a bright smile on her face. She nodded again in the man’s direction, and he smirked, turning to head through the door. Kaz dropped the phosphorus to the floor, using the end of his cane to sweep it under the man’s foot, and it stuck to his shoe as he walked through the door, leaving a trail for Inej to use later.

Once through the door and far enough away from earshot, Elham let the smile fall from her face, whipping around to face Kaz, who looked very pleased with himself.

“I hate you. I can’t believe you made me do this. That man stared at me the entire time, eyeing me. You’re lucky I took my knife off of my thigh for this dress, otherwise I would have been tempted to use it. You weren’t much help either.”

“That was the plan. Can’t say I didn’t want to stab him for having to listen to him speak like that, though, but it worked, didn’t it?”

The sound of footsteps slowly approached them, and Elham quickly moved back behind Kaz as the man walked back in, handing Kaz a piece of parchment.

“Ah, may the Sun Summoner bless you!”

“Oh, I’m not a believer.”

Kaz leaned closer to the man, like what he was saying was supposed to be a secret his wife couldn’t here couldn’t hear. He eyed Elham, before turning back to the man. “No, truth be told, neither am I.”

The man chuckled, leaning in as well. “Why would you, you’ve got enough to believe in standing right behind you.”

Elham saw Kaz go rigid, and she stepped closer to him, getting his and the man’s attention. Remembering she was supposed to not know the language, she spoke brokenly, sounding unsure. “Ready? We go?”

Kaz was relieved to be leaving, placing a fake smile on his face. “Yes, love, we go.”

Elham waved goodbye to the man, smiling. He waved back, eyeing her as she and Kaz walked back out of the building to the carriage.

---

An hour later, and Elham had changed back into her regular clothes, knife strapped back onto her thigh. Kaz had decided the dress was too risky if she were to get caught on the grounds, and opted for the pair to both wear guards uniforms. Still, Elham was to remain scoping for other guards or for Jesper and Inej in trouble. If she had to, she’d attempt talking her way out. The knife was still a last resort.

Kad had also decided to keep her within eye shot near him, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention. Elham was stealthy, but she was no Wraith. And truthfully, although Kaz would never admit it to himself, after today’s events, he wanted her close. He didn’t very much like her being the distraction.

They were heading to their positions, Inej already inside, Jesper soon to follow. Kaz and Elham were slowly patrolling, on opposite sides of the courtyard, making their way to the meeting point outside the exit Inej would come out of.

Thankfully, Elham didn’t run into any guards. She had seen one on the way around, and quickly ducked behind a wall, clutching her knife. Kaz had held his breath watching her, but he remained at the door Inej would come out of, releasing the breath when the guard walked away. Elham made her way up the courtyard to where Kaz was standing. She took her place by his side, and hoped that if any other guards came by and saw them from a distance, they would just assume the two had been placed on watch together as an extra security measure.

It was a waiting game at this point. Elham every once in a while glanced at the door, scanning the windows and balconies for any sign of trouble. She let her thoughts shift away from the heist, knowing Kaz would be alert.

She had felt something on this heist.

She always felt something around Kaz, but she so often pushed it away.

She thought about how long she had known Kaz, when he brought her in at 14. He had told her about the girl he met when he was a kid, who turned out to be just another part of Pekka Rollin’s scam on him and his brother. He at the time had thought she was the prettiest girl in the world. He refused to say much else about it, it taking years for Elham to piece together the story.

But when they were 14, and Elham had been part of the Dregs for a few months, he met another girl. Elham couldn’t even remember her name, but she remembered how she felt around her when she would see her on a rare occasion. Jealous. The girl could hold her own in a fight, she was confident around the other members of the gang, and she had gotten Kaz’s attention. She was beautiful, no doubt about it, she was a year older than them, and she showed interest in him too.

The one thing about her that was distinct in Elham’s memory was the girl's walk. She walked like she owned the very place she stood, exuding confidence. Like she knew something you didn’t. Elham by now had grown into herself, she could be confident as well if she wanted to, but it took some time. Imogen was long gone, a fleeting moment in their past, but she left enough impact for her to stick in Elham’s mind.

While lost in thought, she hadn’t noticed Kaz’s gaze set on her, trying to figure out what she was thinking. He grew frustrated, finally just asking in a hushed tone.

“What are you thinking about? You’ve got that little crease in your brow, like when you’re really concentrating on one of those books you leave in my office. You’re distracted, so spit it out.”

Elham hesitated, before speaking. She knew he wouldn’t let it go. “Do you remember that girl from when we were younger, who had a kind of sidle when she walked? She had smashed that bottle over that one guy’s head for getting too handsy?”

Kaz stiffened, unsure of where she was going with this. He cleared his throat. “Imogen.”

That was her name. It fit her, Elham decided.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I was just thinking about her. You...you--”

Elham stuttered, and Kaz grew uneasy.

“What, Elham? I what?”

He had turned to face her completely now, and she felt uncomfortable under his gaze, like she wanted to shrink away.

“Today, when the man was looking at me, saying all of that stuff...you looked at me like I would see you look at her.”

Kaz said nothing, but he was fighting to keep the heat from rising to his cheeks, his posture becoming rigid.

“And I was just thinking about where I had seen that look on your face before, and it was when you’d look at her.”

Kaz stayed quiet for another minute, just staring at Elham, who was beginning to regret speaking up in the first place.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t--”

Kaz interrupted. “You know, you don’t walk like her.”

Elham’s face scrunched up, confused. “What?”

Kaz continued, eyes glancing over her. “She walked with confidence and her hips forward, but it was too cocky. She’s going to get herself killed, if she hasn’t already. You don’t walk like that. You walk with your knees slightly bent, like at any moment you could get into a fighting stance. And your weight pivots to whatever side you have your sword on. You walk like a Valkyrie.”

Elham knew she was blushing now, unable to hide it. She couldn’t think of a response, just staring back at him. She was growing and more insecure under his gaze, and he had picked up on it, of course he had, he always did.

He couldn’t pretend like he hadn’t thought about the earlier events of that day, the rage he felt watching the man eye Elham and talk about her like that. He felt a pit in his stomach watching her smile at the man, and fiddle with her dress. He had noticed Elham’s glances at him in the archives office, studying his face.

He couldn’t pretend like, even though he had picked one of the most outrageous outfits he could find for her to wear, that she hadn’t looked beautiful. She always looked beautiful, even with the cuts and bruises on her face from just the events of last week alone. But he had never seen her in a dress, even if it was that dress, and she was a sight to behold.

She was supposed to be the distraction for the guards, but she ended up distracting him. He hadn’t decided whether or not that was a terrible thing yet.

He looked at Elham a moment longer, sucked in a breath, and broke the silence.

“I remember Imogen. She was pretty. Would’ve been good in any gang. But she’s not here. She didn’t stick with me all those years, did she? She’s not my Valkyrie. That’s you, El.”

She felt tears prick at her eyes, and she gave him a nod, her voice shaky. “Yeah. That’s me.”

She stared a bit longer, and then broke their gaze when she heard the door open behind them, immediately getting into a stance ready to attack if need be. Inej walked through the door, Jesper following after her.

Elham cleared her throat. “Are you both alright?”

Inej nodded, sending her a smile, Jesper coming up next to her, slinging his arm around her shoulder.

“One step closer to paying you back, love.”

She laughed again. “I don’t know, Jesper, might not be enough. I may just have to settle for your company.”

“Come on, we have a heist to plan.” Kaz nodded at the Crows, motioning them to follow him off the property and back into town.

Elham took a deep breath, and Kaz turned to her, watching her collect herself, getting more comfortable again. He nodded his head towards the path once more, and she stepped in stride next to him, Jesper and Inej on the other side of her.

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A/N - hi everyone, this is a longer chapter. i'm starting to put in some elements from the books, mostly involving kaz's backstory, i hope that's ok and not too confusing for those of you who haven't read it and have only seen the show. i'm a little unsure about how to feel about this chapter, so let me know your thoughts. feel free to comment or message me with anything, and thanks for the support!

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Mom Takes One For the Team (Commission)

Here's a painfully overdue story for KazTheOtter, who wanted to have his sassbitch otter dickgirl bury her dikk in mombear's throat. How can I refuse that? :V The art in this case was done up to the inking stage by PYC-Art, but due to personal issues she's been having, I had WastedTimeEE finish it. Go check them both out, either way. Farrah and writing (C) me Kaz (C) FA: kaztheotter Illustration (C) FA: pyc-art and FA: wastedtimeee

"Look... please, ma'am."

"That's Officer Kaz to you, boy," the otter tartly said, jabbing a finger into the young bear's sternum. "And don't you please me, kid," she went on, bracing her webbed paws on her hips. As she made this sassy, imposing display, she thought impishly, who the fuck am I kidding? I wish I could get this little pansy to please me.

Kaz shook off the lewd thoughts. That was something you had to be good at when you were a police officer with a penchant for dirty fantasies. "Listen up, 'cause this is some serious shit. Bringing pot to school - what kind of kid does that?"

Once again, Kaz had her own private remarks on the matter: all of them, obviously. Isn't that where I tried it first?

Brett shuffled his feet a little, contemplating the sidewalk and Officer Kaz's shoes. "It was stupid, Officer Kaz. I'm sorry." He peeked up at her, blue eyes gleaming in the unclouded sunlight. "Can we please not tell my mom about this? Please? It's bad enough I lost the pot. She'll kick my butt if she knows I got picked up by a police officer."

The spicy, red-haired otter gave the black bear a once-over. He was fifteen, already developing into a handsome young man with a notable booty, and Kaz could see just from his mannerisms that he was a cocksucker. This was a tricky situation, and a difficult decision... but the years and money she'd spent on her job weren't worth ten minutes or ten days with even the prettiest of faggot boys.

"Sorry, kid," she said solemnly. "Either I tell your mom, or I take you to juvenile hall. Pick one."

Brett pursed his jowly lips and sucked air through them. He rolled his eyes skyward, then brought them back to Kaz's. "Let's go to my mom's place, I guess..."

Seeing a squad car park in front of her salon was no cause for alarm for Farrah, the founder, owner and primary employee of Mama Bear's Hair Care. Cops didn't come in to get their hair done up, but they did frequent the coffee shop just next door. Always having some police officers around made her feel safer. Occasionally fucking some young buck with a shiny badge on his breast wasn't too shabby, either.

In the door first was Brett, and Farrah turned to the sound of the chime. "Oh, there's my baby bear," she cooed, propping up the broom. Hair clippings of all shades and textures surrounded the barber chair. "How's my little--?" she started, stopping when she saw the uniformed otter. Kaz was actually smaller than the boy, hence the fact she went unnoticed until stepping around him.

"Farrah Kushner, nee Moore?" Kaz tentatively asked, her paw firm on Brett's bicep.

A look which Kaz was painfully familiar with flashed across Farrah's face: a little cocktail of worry and exasperation. What did he do now?

"Yes, that's me," Farrah stolidly said. "What is it, Officer?"

Formerly on Brett's fine gay ass, Kaz's thoughts were now shifting over to the mama bear. Farrah was stacked in a black t-shirt on which white block letters proclaimed her a PASSABLE MOMMY, and her hips and bottom (now I see where the boy gets it from) popped in Daisy Dukes which weren't quite at the hairnet line, but still appeared very racy on a woman of her figure. Kaz couldn't fuck the boy, but she could sure as hell make a forty-something MILF curl her toes and get away with it.

As though she hadn't been mentally drooling over Farrah, the otter nudged Brett forward and gravely said, "Go on, boy. Tell her."

"Ah, mom," Brett huffed, wringing his paws before his slender belly. "I... I might have--."

"Might have?" Kaz interjected. "If you're going to pussyfoot, kid, I'll just tell her myself."

"All right, fine," Brett grunted, glancing petulantly back at Kaz, then into his mom's unsettled blue eyes. "I got caught with some weed."

Farrah groaned, beginning to rub her temples. "I thought I told you--!"

"I know, I kno-o-ow," the boy whined, creeping closer to his mother. He put his paws on her flanks in a way which piqued Kaz's interest. "I'm sorry, mom... I won't do it again."

Her pretty face set and firm, Farrah nudged Brett aside and pointed at the broom. "Clean up. We're gonna have a word about this pot business when we get home." She stepped close to the otter as her boy swept with the heavy-handed dourness of a chain-ganger. "I'm sorry you had to take time out of your day for this. He's a good kid, really. Takes after his momma." Kaz started to smirk and Farrah urgently added, "Not like this!"

The otter laughed and patted Farrah's shoulder. "S'all right. But, um, oughta let you in something." After leading Farrah off with a paw on her elbow, away from Brett and his obviously eavesdropping ears, Kaz said in hushed words, "Weed on the school premises, that's a big deal. I could get in some serious ca-ca if I just let the boy off and he does it again. You get me?"

"Well, Officer--? What's your name, hon?"

"Kaz. Officer Kaz," she answered, stressing the title with some pride.

"Right, Officer Kaz. I won't let it happen again. Boys experiment, you know how it is," she chuckled, waving it off. "I promise, nothing'll come up like this again."

Kaz sucked her lower lip thoughtfully, rocking on her heels. "Mmmmh, we-e-ell, you make it sound really simple, Mrs. Kushner," she tutted.

Although she picked up on the coy negativity, Farrah still found herself saying automatically, "Please, just Farrah."

"See, I'm not a monster. I sure don't wanna see your good-lookin' son in a jail cell. What mother wants to see their baby like that?" She clicked her tongue, shook her head. Brett glanced over and Kaz shot him her best I got my eye on you, shitstain glare. It worked its magic in less than a second; Brett went back to sweeping the already well-swept floor.

Regarding Farrah's tight, calm face reassured Kaz. The mama bear didn't look like she was about to cry - and that was a real danger. A crying woman was a scene in the making, and it shot any chances of some on-the-job strange right to hell. But if mama bear was calm and rational (and willing to do anything to keep her cub safe), then that meant Kaz had a shot at a little something-something before she had to climb back into the squad car.

"Tell you what, hon," Kaz said, putting on her good-cop smile. She patted the tall bear's shoulder softly. "I'd be willing to, sa-a-ay, forget to file this little incident if you'd be willing to do something for me."

Farrah began to smile dryly. "I have the feeling you don't want a free haircut."

"Nnno, but maybe a nice perm," Kaz chuckled, flicking back her short, red tomboy locks. Lowly and lewdly, "Is your kid cool to get home on his own?"

She'd been doing it the whole time, but Farrah's sudden, sharp blink was so pronounced that Kaz heard the click of her eyelids. "Officer Kaz, um--." On a whim of intuition, she rolled her eyes downward, past her thick bust in the goofy shirt she'd received from her boyfriend's kids. There in the lady otter's pants was the unmistakable jut of a cock and balls. "Hey. Brett! C'mere, boo," she said without looking up from Kaz's groin. It was only when the boy was beside her that she quickly drew her gaze up.

Kaz turned away to hide her smirk. It said ah, yeah - 'bout to get la-a-aid.

"Go home," she said tightly. "Don't stop by at any of your friends' places. No stopping at the Shell station for nachos or a candy bar."

Brett huffed. "Should I call you when I get there?" he testily asked.

Kaz was about to hit him with some swagger (you want a ride in the back of the squad car this time, you little faggot?), but mama bear was just as coldly efficient.

"Yes," Farrah said. "Call me when you get home. Like I said, we're gonna have a talk later. Go on, now."

At Brett's back, the door jingled. Farrah waited about twenty seconds after he was out of view, and then she locked the door, closed the blinds, dropped the keys on the counter. "He's a good kid, really," the bear softly said, grabbing for Kaz's groin with shockingly urgent paws.

Kaz was taken aback but not completely stunned. She ground into the bear's mitts and grabbed her fat tits through the Engrish-lettered shirt. "He sure is. Seemed like a nice enough boy. Most normal kids experiment like that one way or another." She smooched the bear on the lips - having to cant her head back quite a bit to manage it - and opened up her own zipper.

Farrah started to kneel, but Kaz grabbed her under the armpits, hauling her back up with surprising strength. "Nuh-uh. Let's... let's see here," she murmured, turning to the little island counter. Hairbrushes with price tags on them and sample bottles of shampoo covered its surface; Kaz swept them off onto the floor, producing a noisy clatter. Although nothing broke or leaked, Farrah winced.

"This'll hold you up," Kaz sniggered. "So lay back on it."

It took the MILFy bear a minute to get situated just as Kaz wanted her. First she tried to sit back on it - a situation ideal for cunnilingus, and workable for missionary with a tweak or two. But before Kaz was satisfied, she had the bear on her back, head hanging off the edge, brunette hair dangling like a veil.

Farrah watched upside-down as Kaz sprung her cock free of her black cop slacks and the surprisingly prissy red panties under them. Her uncircumcised meat stood half-mast, dribbling precum like drool from the lip of a snoozing monster. She gripped it by the base and batted its tip on mama bear's nose, causing her to huff but not shrink away.

"You-u-u swallow my dick, help me jizz, and I'll forget all about your sissy kid's little bag of oregano. Sound good?"

"Brett's not--, is--, is he really that obvious?" Farrah sighed, staring awkwardly at Kaz's fat, tawny ballbag.

Kaz laughed, stroking her meat to get it harder and harder. Veins began to pock its surface, pulsing with blood. "He's such a homo that I'm surprised he's not on fire. I bet rainbows fly out his ass when he farts."

"All right, all right," Farrah grumbled. "At least he's damn good with hair... let's get this over with."

"Hey, the kid can like whatever he likes. I'll fuck anything, personally," Kaz chirruped, bumping her cockhead to the bear's parted jowls. Her shaft slid in easily but the hood of the foreskin caught harmlessly on the bear's teeth, causing it to slide back. When her bared glans rubbed the MILF's smooth, broad tongue, Kaz shuddered and chuckled. She loved the power she wielded.

Farrah had to gulp and squirm closer to the edge. Her head hung at a more painful angle, but the otter's cock moved inward effortlessly following the adjustment. Thinking naively that the cop was content just to have her mouth, Farrah started suckling, though bobbing was beyond her in such a precarious position. She reached out, shakily at first with her balance so compromised, and eventually clutched the otter's ass.

Huffing and sneering, Kaz asked, "What, you wanna feel up my ass? Not a lot there. Not compared to you, anyhow." She laughed, a surprisingly good-natured sound, and pushed her aching meat deeper. Her cockhead butted against the unwilling entrance to Farrah's throat. When the bear made an uneasy noise, sounding to Kaz like a refusal, the otter patted her chubby tits and tutted, "Better gimme that throat, or your little boy's gonna be so popular at juvie."

Kaz might never know if Farrah legitimately liked deep throat or if she was taking one for Team Kushner, but when the cop ground and bucked and finally forced it into Farrah's tight throathole, she didn't particularly give a shit what the circumstances were. Just like beating a suspect bloody with her truncheon was as viable a tactic as comforting and bargaining with them, she only cared about the results. Her sweaty, musky nuts rubbed against Farrah's thick, black nose pad; drool ran down the sides of the squirming and grunting bear's face. A fat, blunt bulge pulsed in the mama bear's vulnerable throat which Officer Kaz caressed with all the gentle love of stroking a puppy.

"Better su-u-uck that dick - you don't seem to give a shit whether or not your kid gets a criminal record," Kaz prodded, biting her lip then. Farrah tried her damnedest to suck and gulp. Her strong fingers dug into Kaz's ass cheeks, dimpling their athletic flesh. The spicy otter liked a little slap with her tickle, and she perked her slim bottom into Farrah's deathgrip.

The dickbitch otter was just about to fuck Farrah's face, but there was just one more bit of preparation to attend to. She leaned over Farrah - putting awkward, painful pressure on her bent neck - and pinched up her shirt, starting to tug it up in her webbed paws. Two large, purple hemispheres came into view as the shirt cleared her bosoms. It was a simple, if not nearly comically large brassiere doing its duty by keeping mama's tits contained. Officer Kaz, rudder swishing and lips sneering, negotiated her fingers under the cups and peeled them away, letting the garment slacken around Farrah's midriff. Her black boobs spilled free but kept up some remarkable perkiness. The nipples pointed in completely opposite directions, but the mass of the jugs wasn't trying to escape into the MILF's armpits. Kaz was as impressed as she was aroused.

Like holding onto handlebars, Kaz gripped the bear's boobs. They squished around her fingers, bringing to mind koosh balls. With the bear's pert, pink nipples grinding into her palms, Officer Kaz started to pull back. She had to defy the mama bear's hard grasp - which only got tighter as she pulled away - but the added pressure of the squeeze was something she paid back with interest on the MILF's breasts. A hungry, savage growl escaped Kaz and she slurped her lips, all with a grin twisting up the corners of her mouth. Her cockhead cleared the bear's snug throat only for her to buck it back inside.

Farrah grunted when Kaz left her throat and grunted again when she forced herself back inside. Her entire body heaved with the reentry and she kicked at the cash register with her sandal-clad foot, twisting it but not knocking it over. Kaz glanced up at the telltale ding of the kicked object but quickly put her eyes on the bear's tits again which, as the fucking began, were starting to jiggle in all their fat, formerly milk-filled glory.

"Ooh my gawd, you have a tight face to fuck," Officer Kaz shuddered. She bit her lip hard enough to put sore, lasting teeth marks in it and started to throw her weight into her slow bucks.

Farrah whined and winced; the otter's swampy nuts began beating her about the nose, slinging musky sweat across the bridge of her snout. She gave up on holding the otter's pelvis. She was wet under her shorts.

"Gaw-w-wd," Kaz quivered, arching her back and letting out a nearly maniacal laugh. "Oh, fuck me, I love being a cop," she added with a gentler laugh. She picked up the pace, smashing her hips into Farrah's pretty face with such quickness that the wet suck and pop of the penetration became a nearly constant sound. She unhanded the bear's tits to grip the sturdier, more trustworthy edges of the countertop; watching the bear's jugs bounce and wag crazily was almost as fun as bruising them with her fingers.

"Mmmmh, ye-e-es," Kaz hissed, her professionally short hair fanning over her eyes, locks growing nappy with sweat. Her entire body, in fact, was sweaty. The stuff abounded, running down her ass crack and the back of her nutsack in runners which tickled even through her water-sloughing fur. She let go of one edge of the counter to smack and squeeze Farrah's tits, finding them irresistible. "Goddamn, you must lo-o-ove that faggoty boy of yours...!"

Farrah did, there was no doubt - but she was loving this too. She thought it was a cliche for a confident single mom to actually enjoy playing the part of a beleaguered fucksleeve with no option but to put out, but she privately loved the notion. If she could have gotten away with it without being teased to no end, she would have thrust her fingers down the front of her shorts... or pushed away the otter, only to bend over the counter and drop her bottoms.

It was too late for such a radical change of plans. Nailing Farrah in her phat mom ass had crossed her mind, but giving it to her in the talk hole was somehow more elegant than that. Watching her cock bulge and vanish and bulge again in the bear's gorgeous neck was delightful in a mannish, evil way. Putting bruises on her big tits was another form of that same attitude. Kaz was loving every second of smacking her nuts into Farrah's nose, and she didn't want it to end, even as exhausting as such a violent fuck was.

Not even the energetic Officer Kaz could hold out forever, though. Especially not when literally in the face of such a pretty MILF, and when you added in the fact that she was leveraging this awesome lay out of the bear, well, Kaz's ego could only take so much stroking.

"Ooh--, oh, fu-u-uck," Kaz bleated. Her motions were becoming stiff and labored, and her nuts were no longer a dangling, wet pendulum smacking into Farrah's dampened nose but a coin purse of wrinkles and fur. She bit her lip again; rolled back her eyes; shuddered over the bear. A few more grinds was all it took before she erupted, blasting thick lutrine jizz down the bear's neck in enormous quantities. Anybody who had used a cruiser after Officer Kaz on a dull overnight shift knew that the little otter was productive on an equine level; Farrah was finding out the hard way with her own personal protein shake then and there.

Farrah, whose boyfriend was a horse where it counted, was used to gulping down a load like Kaz's but the fact that she hadn't been expecting such a release tripped her up. She squirmed and blushed brighter than she'd already been, pawing stupidly at the otter's ass and hips in a vain attempt to shove her off. Officer Kaz held fast, ignoring the bear's pushes. She sighed and licked her lips.

Like a leaky spigot being closed off, Kaz's cum came to a gradual stop. Her penis was still erect, still throbbing deep in the bear's raw throat, but the payload had been delivered. Slowly, and reluctantly, she pulled back and her cock flopped out of Farrah's inverted maw, glans dragging across the pad of her nose.

Immediately the bear sat up, coughing and sputtering. When she tried to utter something, she sounded like a pack-a-day smoker after forty years. Officer Kaz, feeling a modicum of sympathy, patted the bear between her naked shoulder blades and chuckled. "Easy, now. Just a little dick. That never killed anybody."

"Is my--, is--!" Farrah tried to get out something, but she just kept sputtering and coughing.

It got so annoying that Kaz, after zipping up, wandered off to find the bathroom and came back with a Dixie cup full of cool water. "Drink this," Kaz authoritatively said. "I'll get you another if you need it."

The gulp of water helped. Farrah suppressed her coughing long enough to say, in a hoarse voice, "Is everything good now?"

A smile creased Kaz's snout. She patted Farrah's inner thigh. "Is what good now?"

"My boy," the bear said, closing her thighs. It wasn't that she didn't want Kaz touching her... she just didn't want her wetness found out.

"What about your boy?" Officer Kaz asked with a wink. "Listen, Mrs. Kushner - it doesn't look like the thief took anything. The cash register is disturbed but intact." She kept her eyes locked on Farrah's, and subtle understanding passed between them. "I'll file a report about the suspect, but I'm afraid between five-five and six feet, canine, black clothes isn't going to be very helpful."

Farrah cracked a weary smirk. "Thanks so much, Officer."

"Anytime," Kaz said with another wink. "Maybe you ought to clean the place up, head home, relax. You look like you've been through quite an ordeal." She smooched the bear's cheek and neared the door. "And Mrs. Kushner?"

The bear was pulling on her bra, wrangling her breasts with little success. "Mhm?"

"Next time I have to come out here, it's your ass I'm fucking." She grinned. "Try to have a nice evening, Mrs. Kushner."

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