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Niki had never been one to be religious but in this moment she was praying to the Gods of Church Prime that wherever this man was leading her was not at the end of a sword or somewhere worse.
He didn’t seem…dangerous but his face didn’t look all too friendly either. He wore a purple suit and he had blonde hair, he didn’t look familiar but she could have sworn she had seen someone similar…maybe his sibling.
His grip on her arm was starting to hurt as he made his way to a V.I.P section of the casino. All blood left her body, she was so dead , he pulled back the curtains and dragged her inside. It was mostly empty, other than a guy who looked like he was made of gold, a guy in a beanie and…
Fundy?
The orange fox hybrid was hard to miss, however he wasn’t the only person she knew.
“Purpled, aren't you supposed to be guarding?” the man in the beanie grumbled, not looking up from his game of poker.
The man, who she now knew was named Purpled, dragged her up towards the man who she now noticed also had a giant scar.
“Found someone trying to break into your office.” Purpled replied, “Unless she’s one of your strippers.”
Everyone glanced up at that, Niki was turning red when she finally made eye contact with the man with the scar and beanie.
“Niki Nihachu.” Quackity growled, “Why the fuck were you in my office?”
Purpled, let her go and left, she almost missed him, now she felt really scared.
“U-um I-I wanted to see you.” she quietly mumbled.
Quackity cocked an eyebrow, “You wanted to see me?”
“Y-yeah.” she whispered.
He stood up and walked over towards her, “Let’s talk in my office. Shall we?”
He let her walk on her own but definitely kept an eye on her. Eventually they made it to his office again, where he unlocked it and threw open the giant double doors.
“My condolences, by the way. Didn’t really like Wilbur but…you know I don’t really have a but.” he drawled.
“Oh…thanks.” Niki muttered quietly.
“So why are you here?” Quackity wasn’t giving up on his question.
“I-I want you.” she uttered those empty words, the words that Dream had told her would work.
“You need them to know you're interested, otherwise they won’t get the message and send you away. And you don’t want that…do you?”
“Hah!” he chuckled, “Don’t make me laugh, just what are you up to this time, I’m sorry there aren’t more trees here for you to burn down.”
“S-sorry.” she apologized quietly, she just wanted to get this over with but Quackity didn’t seem to keen on the idea.
“Whatever.” he muttered, pouring himself a glass of bourbon, “I’ve moved on from that shitty place, and the…shitty people.”
“You mean…Schlatt, don’t you?” she asked, he visibly flinched at the name.
He just shrugged though, “Fuck him, I’m better without him anyways. I mean look what I did without him, he would have just ruined everything, I’m glad he’s dead.”
“I was telling the truth, I-I want to…have sex with you.” Niki mumbled.
Quackity’s face twisted into a state of confusion, “What are you on? We haven’t seen each other in…months and your boyfriend died the last time we ever met face to face. And now you want to have sex?”
She took a deep breath and walked towards the desk he was standing behind, “I know people weren’t a big fan of…Wilbur, so I just wanted to… you know…pay them back. I know he hurt you Quackity, I just want to help fix his mistakes.”
“By having sex with people?” he asked, although he didn’t back away.
She looked towards the window and slowed her breathing before she answered, “Yes.”
He downed the last of his drink before he sat down in his desk chair, he leaned back, “Well…if that’s what you really want then it only seems fair I give it to you…come on and get your ass over here.”
She walked over towards him as he patted his thigh signaling to sit, which she did.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and she flinched but she ultimately leaned into him. He placed his face beside her ear and sighed into it, hot air felt like fire to Niki. He leaned into her more and took a deep breath from the side of her neck.
“Mmm, you smell good.” he mumbled, the words made her uncomfortable and caused her to shift around. Sending mixed signals to Quackity, “You like that?”
He slowly trailed his hand, the one not holding her in place, down her body until it met her knee. He dragged it up to her inner thigh, causing a small whimper to leave her mouth.
“Sounds like you do.” He kept dragged up until he was met with surprise, which came out as more of a chuckle. “No underwear…”
Before he could say another word his fingers slipped through her folds, causing her to let out a moan like cry.
“Hmm, I like those noises you make, my Nikita…” he uttered those words into her ear.
Suddenly she felt sick, why would he say that? Did he know that was what Wilbur called her? Did he say it to get under her skin?
The fingers inside her no longer felt good, although the moans from her mouth kept coming.
Soon she felt herself coming closer, “Mmm close!”
Quackity’s dick was straining his pants as it pressed against her leg and this made it jerk.
“Oh yeah, then cum, Princesa.” he sighed, pressing more kisses along her neck.
Her mind exploded with pleasure as she screamed out as she fell over the edge.
Niki slumped and was panting, sweat covered her body. But the man under her was hardly done. He pushed her up, pressing her against his desk. Her butt against his throbbing cock, as he started to push up her dress.
“Mmm, Quackity!” she moaned as he entered her from behind.
He pushed half of his length into her before stopping, confused Niki groaned at the loss of friction. But was quickly surprised by him slamming the rest right into her, Niki’s body slammed into the desk at the motion.
“Just like that - so good - just for me.” he growled into her ear.
A few more slaps of skin before his thrusts began to stutter as Niki squeezed around him from her second orgasm. She felt his seed enter her quickly as he delivered a few more slow thrusts.
“Ahh, I liked that.” he muttered in her ear, as she held onto his desk for support. He pulled up his pants and fixed his shirt, then there was a knock on the door.
“What!” Quackity shouted.
“We need you out on the floor Sir!” a voice replied, “There’s a fight.”
Quackity grumbled a few curses before he began to walk towards that door, quickly looking back towards Niki.
“I’ll see you around, consider our beef squashed for now. Just leave through the back, nice seeing you Niki.” he said pointing to the hallway beside him.
She nodded, grabbing some tissues to clean herself up with, as well as muttering a quick thanks.
As he strode out he slammed the door behind him, immediately Niki broke out of the cloud she was in.
The box.
She had to find that box.
She bent down, although it hurt, trying all the drawers, some had pens, poker chips even a bottle of whiskey. However one was locked, she checked the desk for some sort of key none to be found.
Shit!
She was screwed, now she would never she her love again, and Dream would kill her-
Just then something caught her eye, a small golden glint on the floor beside her. A key. It must've fallen out of Quackity’s pocket when they were…you know.
She quickly picked it up and used it on the drawer, and it opened. There were a few things, money, what looked like a few keepsakes and most importantly a golden box. She snatched it up, closing the drawer and dropping the key onto the desk, and then running over to the hallway that Quackity told her about.
It was long with only one door, so she scurried over towards it. Turning the handle and throwing it open, it led her to the back of the casino where the garbage cans were. She then began her walk towards the entrance to where she would hopefully meet, Dream, once again.