The Feast

by Rowan Bree

  You wrestle against his grip and he yanks your arm painfully over your head, pressing it into the mud. His face is inches from yours.

  “Too bad I only like the ones that put up a fight.” He growls the last word as he thrusts deeper.

  You stifle a whimper.

  “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

  He becomes rougher, trying to force you to make a noise. You bite the back of your hand to not give him the satisfaction. The rougher he gets, the more your stifled whimpers start to sound like moans. Is it possible some part of you is enjoying this?

  The idea scares you and you redouble your efforts to fight him off. He smiles a sadistic smile and fucks you even harder, pulling your hair and biting your chin, your jaw, any part of your flesh he can get his teeth on. His body clenches, his teeth threatening to break skin. After an agonizing few moments he relaxes and lets go.

  You quiver underneath him, your body in near shock.

  “And I thought I was the sick one,” he says with a grin.

  The weak light of dawn casts everything in shades of grey. You sit up achily, the cold ground not nearly as comfortable now as it was when you fell asleep exhausted the night before. The wall alcove is deserted, no sign of the knight or the others who had huddled here for safety. Did they leave you behind? Were they taken by something unholy?

  You follow the tunnel and find that it leads further into the castle’s waterways. Every once in a while you pass a grate that opens to the outside. Peering through the bars you can see the forest, but there seems to be nothing amiss. You can see no people or animals, but there is no sign of the apocalypse you witnessed the night before.

  You reach the end of the tunnel system leading out to the forest. An open iron gate stands before you. Just as you are deciding whether to step out into the open, a creature comes bounding out of the trees straight for you. It looks almost like a naked man on all-fours, but with the head of a dog and half-human, half-canine limbs. Its long tongue lolls out of its mouth, its eyes two red darts.

  You turn and run for your life back the way you came. You don’t dare look back but you can hear the creature’s panting and know it is close. You round a corner and spot a low tunnel in one of the walls. Without thinking you dive for it and pull yourself in. You disappear just as the creature turns the corner.

  You squeeze your hands over your mouth to quiet your breathing, but it doesn’t matter because the creature has already sprinted past your hiding place. You wait an extra minute before descending further down the tunnel.

  Epilogue.

  You have the advantage of being in astral form. If you’re careful you shouldn’t have to fight at all.

  While everyone’s eyes are on the mage you sneak over to one of the candles and pull it from its sconce. The hot wax drips through your invisible fingers, warm and tingly but not unpleasant. You lift the flame to one of the black curtains draped around the room and it goes up a lot quicker than you expected. You quickly circle the room, setting light to each set of curtains.

  Chaos erupts as the room fills with flame. The mage stops chanting and Eli takes the opportunity to snatch the dagger.

  You float over to the elf and whisper into his ear. “It’s me.”

  The room is filling with smoke and it’s hard to see much.

  “I’ll guide you to the exit,” you say, taking his hand. The raw energy from him is electric and you stifle a moan. Eli laughs, gripping your hand tighter.

  “Try to hold it until we’re out of here,” he says.

  You drag him on weak legs towards the exit, which is glowing with a blue halo that pierces through the black smoke. Eli seems to be having trouble breathing. So are you, but for a different reason. You keep seeing Eli’s naked body in your mind’s eye—his slate-blue skin against yours, his hard cock just begging to fill you up. You face flushes. You feel tingly. Now is definitely not the time for this, you tell yourself.

  “Hurry!” Eli chokes.

  You pull the elf out into the hallway where the smoke is already making things hazy and feel an electric bolt deep inside you. You fall to your knees, hand clenched hard around Eli’s. You’ve never cum like this before.

  “Shit, I’m sorry,” Eli says, his hand slipping from yours. “Thanks for saving me.”

  He is careful not to touch you as you slowly get to your feet. You avoid meeting his eyes.

  You can see a woman stumble out of the burning room towards you.

  “Let’s go,” you say, your voice weak.

  “Wait,” Eli stops you. “She’s our getaway.”

  “Is that all I am to you?” The woman catches up. Her gold and black dress is singed, but she looks otherwise unharmed. “Come on,” she says, beckoning you down the hall. “We need to get the poor girl back into her body and get the hell out of here.”

  “Where’s Jasper?” Eli struggles to talk as the three of you hurry out of the castle.

  “Jasper’s on his way to the rendezvous point already. I was planning on finishing things before you showed up and ruined it.”

  She slows as you reach the bottom of the staircase and gestures you to be quiet. You can hear the faint tolling of bells. The alarm has been sounded and the guards will be looking for you. That is, if they’re not all drunk and sluggish from the feast.

  You slip into the mage’s room and can feel the pull of your own body calling to you. You float seamlessly through the castle wall while Eli and the woman struggle to climb out the window.

  You let your astral form sink back into your body, feeling a nauseating jolt as you settle back in. Your limbs feel heavy, your senses dulled. When Eli claps you on the shoulder you feel nothing more than a faint warmth from his hand.

  “Welcome back,” he says.

  You somehow make it out of the castle without running into any guards or wandering guests. The city streets are quiet, but the woman keeps to the shadows nevertheless. After a while she cuts on to the main thoroughfare and leads you to a cart parked there. It’s packed to the top with crates and barrels and there’s a young man standing beside it.

  “What’s he doing here?” The man asks. He has dark wavy hair and piercing green eyes.

  Don't recognize him.

  Jasper!

  You recognize the rogue Jasper from your travels before.

  “It seems fate is determined to bring us together,” Jasper says with a smile.

  You feel the air grow heavy with enchantment and your heart thuds in your chest.

  “So it’s done?” Jasper asks.

  “Vale is dead,” the woman replies.

  The enchantment dissolves as a dark look crosses Jasper’s face.

  Eli hiccups. “Dead? How’d that happen?”

  The woman doesn’t even look at him. “I took care of things in the chaos after you made a mess of our plans. Maybe next time you’ll follow our orders and stay home.”

  Eli flicks the woman a rude gesture. Jasper tells him to cut it out.

  The woman cuts in, “We need to go. They’re looking for us.”

  Eli helps you onto the back of the cart while the other two take the seats up front. There is barely enough room for the two of you behind all the supplies Eli’s friends had packed. They must have been expecting a long journey.

  The cart jerks and you tumble back against Eli. You push yourself back to sitting expecting a snarky comment from the elf. But instead he is quiet. The ragged edge of his ear looks brutal in the moonlight, and for a second you think you can see the bruised little core of his heart usually hidden by his attitude.

  “What’s wrong?” You ask him.

  Eli shrugs. “I liked Tyven.”

  That can’t be all that’s bothering him, but you don’t pursue it. He doesn’t seem in a mood to talk.

  He smiles a little to himself and looks at you. “We’re officially murderers and enemies of the crown. Still wish you went to the feast?”

  You reply, “I�
�ve had worse nights.”

  Eli laughs and leans in to kiss you. His breath smells like herb smoke and whisky.

  Kiss him back.

  Stop him.

  You recognize the rogue Jasper from your travels before.

  “It seems fate is determined to bring us together,” Jasper says with a smile.

  You feel the air grow heavy with enchantment and your heart thuds in your chest.

  “So it’s done?” Jasper asks.

  “Vale is dead,” the woman replies.

  The enchantment dissolves as a dark look crosses Jasper’s face.

  Eli hiccups. “Dead? How’d that happen?”

  The woman doesn’t even look at him. “I took care of things in the chaos after you made a mess of our plans. Maybe next time you’ll follow our orders and stay home.”

  Eli flicks the woman a rude gesture. Jasper tells him to cut it out.

  The woman cuts in, “We need to go. They’re looking for us.”

  Eli helps you onto the back of the cart while the other two take the seats up front. There is barely enough room for the two of you behind all the supplies Eli’s friends had packed. They must have been expecting a long journey.

  The cart jerks and you tumble back against Eli. You push yourself back to sitting expecting a snarky comment from the elf. But instead he is quiet. The ragged edge of his ear looks brutal in the moonlight, and for a second you think you can see the bruised little core of his heart usually hidden by his attitude.

  “What’s wrong?” You ask him.

  Eli shrugs. “I liked Tyven.”

  That can’t be all that’s bothering him, but you don’t pursue it. He doesn’t seem in a mood to talk.

  He smiles a little to himself and looks at you. “We’re officially murderers and enemies of the crown. Still wish you went to the feast?”

  You reply, “I’ve had worse nights.”

  Eli laughs and leans in to kiss you. His breath smells like herb smoke and whisky.

  You kiss him back, savoring the smoky taste of him. The cart jostles making your teeth bump together. Eli laughs.

  He hikes up your dress and pulls you onto his lap. Though you know Sybil and Jasper are just on the other side of the tower of crates, you let the elf remove your panties. You watch as they fly away on the wind.

  “Whoops,” Eli says. His grin is anything but apologetic.

  You shove him backwards and kiss him hard. He pulls your dress up further and you can feel the cool night air on your wet pussy. Eli’s fingers are cool too, but warm quickly as he tickles you. You reach into his pants and stroke his cock.

  The wind shifts and bits of Jasper and Sybil’s conversation drift towards you. They seem to be talking about you but you can’t make much out between the jostling of the cart and Eli’s soft moans in your ear.

  Eli stops teasing you and pulls your hips closer. You push down his pants and press yourself against the length of his cock. You rub against his stiff member, your clit tingling from the stimulation. He moans and tries to reposition to enter you. But you’re not going to let him inside, not this time.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groans. He turns his head away, his face screwed up in concentration as he tries to hold back.

  You hump against him harder. You can feel his heartbeat in his pulsing cock, then a thick wet warmth as he cums all over your pussy. You cling to him, your hips moving faster and faster as you near orgasm. You bite down hard on Eli’s shoulder and let out a muffled cry.

  You continue to cling to him as you come down from your high. He strokes your back and chuckles softly in your ear.

  “You think you could go another?” he asks, his finger pressing against your ass. Even the slight pressure makes you moan and you can feel your body opening to welcome him.

  You reach for his cock but he stops you, tucking it back into his pants.

  He says, “I want to see how many times you can cum before we make it to the outpost.”

  Horny as you are, you think he might lose count before then.

  You kiss Eli deeply as he teases you with his finger, coaxing him to penetrate you. He slides his finger between your labia until it’s slick then presses again against your ass. This time it slips in.

  Eli gently fucks your ass with his finger as you hump against him. You can tell that the elf is still hard through his pants. He slips in another finger and your body instinctively clenches around his fingers. You can feel yourself coming again.

  “Number two,” Eli chuckles as you collapse against him. “Oh don’t worry, you’re safe. I was just counting.”

  You smack him in the chest for ruining the mood.

  Eli smiles. “Oh, we’re not done yet.”

  Continue.

  You have the advantage of being in astral form. If you’re careful you shouldn’t have to fight at all.

  While everyone’s eyes are on the mage you sneak over to one of the candles and pull it from its sconce. The hot wax drips through your invisible fingers, warm and tingly but not unpleasant. You lift the flame to one of the black curtains draped around the room and it goes up a lot quicker than you expected. You quickly circle the room, setting light to each set of curtains.

  Chaos erupts as the room fills with flame. The mage stops chanting and Eli takes the opportunity to snatch the dagger.

  You float over to the elf and whisper into his ear. “It’s me.”

  The room is filling with smoke and it’s hard to see much.

  “I’ll guide you to the exit,” you say, taking his hand. The raw energy from him is electric and you stifle a moan. Eli laughs, gripping your hand tighter.

  “Try to hold it until we’re out of here,” he says.

  You drag him on weak legs towards the exit, which is glowing with a blue halo that pierces through the black smoke. Eli seems to be having trouble breathing. So are you, but for a different reason. You keep seeing Eli’s naked body in your mind’s eye—his slate-blue skin against yours, his hard cock just begging to fill you up. You face flushes. You feel tingly. Now is definitely not the time for this, you tell yourself.

  “Hurry!” Eli chokes.

  You pull the elf out into the hallway where the smoke is already making things hazy and feel an electric bolt deep inside you. You fall to your knees, hand clenched hard around Eli’s. You’ve never cum like this before.

  “Shit, I’m sorry,” Eli says, his hand slipping from yours. “Thanks for saving me.”

  He is careful not to touch you as you slowly get to your feet. You avoid meeting his eyes.

  You can see a woman stumble out of the burning room towards you.

  “Let’s go,” you say, your voice weak.

  “Wait,” Eli stops you. “She’s our getaway.”

  “Is that all I am to you?” The woman catches up. Her gold and black dress is singed, but she looks otherwise unharmed. “Come on,” she says, beckoning you down the hall. “We need to get the poor girl back into her body and get the hell out of here.”

  “Where’s Jasper?” Eli struggles to talk as the three of you hurry out of the castle.

  “Jasper’s on his way to the rendezvous point already. I was planning on finishing things before you showed up and ruined it.”

  She slows as you reach the bottom of the staircase and gestures you to be quiet. You can hear the faint tolling of bells. The alarm has been sounded and the guards will be looking for you. That is, if they’re not all drunk and sluggish from the feast.

  You slip into the mage’s room and can feel the pull of your own body calling to you. You float seamlessly through the castle wall while Eli and the woman struggle to climb out the window.

  You let your astral form sink back into your body, feeling a nauseating jolt as you settle back in. Your limbs feel heavy, your senses dulled. When Eli claps you on the shoulder you feel nothing more than a faint warmth from his hand.

  “Welcome back,” he says.

  You so
mehow make it out of the castle without running into any guards or wandering guests. The city streets are quiet, but the woman keeps to the shadows nevertheless. After a while she cuts on to the main thoroughfare and leads you to a cart parked there. It’s packed to the top with crates and barrels and there’s a young man standing beside it.

  “What’s he doing here?” The man asks. He has dark wavy hair and piercing green eyes.

  Don't recognize him.

  Jasper!

  The man is wearing fine clothes like that of a noble, though the roguish glint in his eyes tells you he is anything but.

  “Who are you?” you ask.

  He bows with a flourish. You try not to laugh. “Jasper Swift, at your service. I’m an enemy of the order and crusader for freedom. And by the sound of those alarm bells I believe I’m also your escape out of this place.”

  Eli loudly clears his throat and Jasper’s smile falters.

  “So it’s done?” Jasper asks.

  “Vale is dead,” the woman replies.

  Eli hiccups. “Dead? How’d that happen?”

  The woman doesn’t even look at him. “I took care of things in the chaos after you made a mess of our plans. Maybe next time you’ll follow our orders and stay home.”

  Eli flicks the woman a rude gesture. Jasper tells him to cut it out.

  The woman cuts in, “We need to go. They’re looking for us.”

  Eli helps you onto the back of the cart while the other two take the seats up front. There is barely enough room for the two of you behind all the supplies Eli’s friends had packed. They must have been expecting a long journey.

  The cart jerks and you tumble back against Eli. You push yourself back to sitting expecting a snarky comment from the elf. But instead he is quiet. The ragged edge of his ear looks brutal in the moonlight, and for a second you think you can see the bruised little core of his heart usually hidden by his attitude.