by Rowan Bree
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.
“I think I might be addicted,” he says.
“Maybe I shouldn’t spoil you then,” you tease.
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.
“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?” you ask.
Eli smiles and presses a finger 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.”
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 them. You can feel yourself coming again.
“Number two,” Eli chuckles as you collapse against him. “Oh don’t worry, you haven’t had an accident. I was just counting.”
You smack him in the chest for ruining the mood.
Eli smiles. “Ready for round three?”
Continue.
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.
“I think I might be addicted,” he says.
“Maybe I shouldn’t spoil you then,” you tease.
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.
“Fu
ck, 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?” you ask.
Eli smiles and presses a finger 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.”
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 them. You can feel yourself coming again.
“Number two,” Eli chuckles as you collapse against him. “Oh don’t worry, you haven’t had an accident. I was just counting.”
You smack him in the chest for ruining the mood.
Eli smiles. “Ready for round three?”
Continue.
You quietly back out of the room, telling yourself that there’s nothing you could have done. You would have only gotten yourself killed as well as Eli. You try not to think about what you’ve just done, but the guilt makes you physically ill. You need fresh air.
You hurry down the hall until you find a door leading outside, onto the castle ramparts. You feel dizzy as you gaze down at the ground so far away.
When you straighten up you notice the night sky is covered in black clouds. Not storm clouds, but a roiling pitch black sea that makes you feel like you have been buried alive.
You can see movement down below, but in the dark it is hard to determine what is happening. You hear screams, yells, and a loud grating sound like iron rending apart. Panic grips you and raw animal instinct awakens in your gut. You follow the ramparts, descending staircase after staircase and winding your way down the outside of the castle.
Somehow you manage to make it down to the courtyard without losing your way. There is no one around, but you can hear echoes like a war has broken out on the other side of the castle. You stay low and out of sight, hoping you can find the break in the wall Eli showed you. As you round a corner you see dark shapes coming your way. There is an animal sound coming from them, like growling mixed with heavy breathing, and instinct tells you they are not of this realm.
You tuck back around the corner and press yourself against the wall.
“Over here!”
You look across the courtyard to see a knight waving at you from an open sewer grate. It’s one of the big ones that leads out of the castle grounds to the river that flows through the city. The knight isn’t in his full armor and his chainmail is askew, but his dark hair looks perfectly tousled. You are not used to seeing one of king’s sworn protectors, as they are only an elite few who usually spend their days training within the castle grounds. They are what every guardsman wishes they could be, and what every maiden dreams of at night.
“Hurry!”
You sprint across the courtyard. The knight pulls you in and shuts the grate. You find yourself in a small alcove in the wall of the castle courtyard. A narrow tunnel leads off it, most likely to the outside.
“What’s happening?” You ask.
The knight puts a finger to his lips.
You crouch with him in the shadows as the shapes rush past. You get a whiff of fur and sulphur.
“Demons,” the knight whispers.
“Hundreds of them,” another voice adds.
You start. You thought the knight was the only one hiding in here but there are others. It’s hard to make them out in the dark. They must have fled from the castle together. But why isn’t the knight out there fighting?
A piercing shriek fills the air. A woman’s distressed cries echo through the castle courtyard then go silent.
Demons, you think to yourself. The mage wanted to kill Eli to complete a ritual to bring his wife back from the dead, but is it possible the mage was tricking him? Did Vale instead open up the kingdom to these infernal creatures? Is all this your fault?
You feel a hand pawing at the hem of your dress, finding its way underneath. A rough hand circles your calf.
The knight mutters into your ear, “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
Rare as they are, knights are the subject of many a maiden’s lust throughout the kingdom. Their image is that of perfect masculine beings, masters of combat but also noble and chaste. But right now the man whose hand is up your skirt is being anything but chaste.
Let him touch you.
Stop him.
You reach out for the crumpled parchment as the guard grabs you by the hips. You can feel the wet tip of his cock between your cheeks for a moment before he thrusts roughly inside. Pain rips through you. Your hands struggle to get hold of the parchment between thrusts. Tears blur the small, scratchy handwriting as you struggle to read.
I’ve been looking for you for some time. I had heard whispers that you had forgotten who you were, and every time I thought I was close to you, you slipped from my fingers again. A ghost with no identity to call her own...
The guard’s hands dig into your flesh, spreading your ass cheeks.
…I had an agreement with Vale to not tell you who you were, to let you decide who you wanted to be, which side you would choose. A do-over of sorts after you lost your memory. Vale claimed it was the only fair way. Since you are reading this, it must mean that Vale is dead. I hope he did not take too many people with him…
You saved the kingdom, you tell yourself, as the guard’s palm stings your ass. Your body clenches and he hits you again, enjoying the tightness around his cock.
…You don’t remember, but you were once from Doria. You watched as the Order rose to power and slowly turned your city into a church for the worship of their gods. Whether you never believed in the Order, or were a devotee with a change of heart, I do not know. What I do know is that you decided to try and warn Tyven of the growing threat the Order posed.
My friends and I first heard of you when you were captured on the way to Tyven. You were to be tried for treason in Doria. We already knew somewhat of the Order’s plans, and knew you would be a valuable asset to our cause. So we coordinated a rescue operation to spirit you from the prison convoy heading back to Doria...
The guard’s hand rubs your clit. Your body starts to shake.
…Unfortunately all did not go as planned. In the scuffle I lost sight of you and had to make a quick getaway. I hoped you were safe and tried looking for you in the forest afterwards, but with little luck. Vale, too, was looking for you, and told me that you had lost your memory. It was then that we made our little bargain at your expense…
If Jasper had told you all of this sooner, you might have gone with them. You might have been spared from the sadistic guard with his cock in your ass.
…You are probably wondering why I agreed to such a thing, but my relationship with Vale was far too complex to explain in one letter. Perhaps in time you will come to understand the bonds that tied us together. Maybe not forgive, but at least understand…
You come hard as tears streak the parchment making the ink run. There is no understanding, only bitterness.
…Here’s to hoping that your memories will one day return. And if not, we’ll just have to make some new, better ones. And here’s to saving the kingdom and seeing the Order crushed once and
for all.
It’s an honor to fight at your side,
Jasper Swift
The guard lets out a long, low groan and pulls out. Cum splashes your ass and thighs and you can feel him rubbing his sticky cock against you. He sticks his finger in your pussy, pushing some of his seed inside you. The unwanted contact sends more shivers through your body. You feel broken, hopeless.
Epilogue.
You reach out for the crumpled parchment as the guard grabs you by the hips. You can feel the wet tip of his cock between your cheeks for a moment before he thrusts roughly inside. Pain rips through you. Your hands struggle to get hold of the parchment between thrusts. Tears blur the small, scratchy handwriting as you struggle to read.
Since you are reading this, it must mean that Vale is dead. He made me promise to let you decide who you wanted to be, which side you would choose. A do-over of sorts after you lost your memory. Vale claimed it was the only fair way…
The guard’s hands dig into your flesh, spreading your ass cheeks.
…You are probably wondering why I agreed to Vale’s wishes, but my relationship with the mage was far too complex to explain in one letter. Perhaps in time you will come to understand the bonds that tied us together. Maybe not forgive, but at least understand.
What I am about to write I should have told you back in the forest that first time we met…
The guard’s palm stings your ass. Your body clenches and he hits you again, enjoying the tightness around his cock.
…You are from Doria. You watched as the Order rose to power and slowly turned your city into a church for the worship of their gods. Whether you never believed in the Order, or were a devotee with a change of heart, I do not know. What I do know is that you decided to try and warn Tyven of the growing threat the Order posed.
