The Feast
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Eli lets loose a string of expletives threatening all manner of painful deaths for Vale but the mage only ignores him. He plunges the dildo deep inside you, fucking you without mercy.
“And this, my friends, is what happens to traitors.”
You can see the Vale’s cruelty reflected in the hungry eyes of the nobles watching you. Some encourage him, yelling out the atrocities they want to see done to you and Eli in the name of “justice”.
Eli’s threats have turned to begging for Vale to let you go. You can barely see him through the tears in your eyes, but you can tell that he is broken.
Between the pain and the brutal assault you lose control of your bladder. As the warm puddle grows beneath you, you see a woman step from the crowd and approach Vale. He doesn’t notice her until she is pressed right up against him. You feel his grip loosen. The dildo falls to the floor.
Suddenly hands are on you pulling you up. You smell smoke and hear screams. Your legs are jelly underneath you.
“Let’s go,” the woman says.
Eli grabs your other arm. His trousers are back on and he holds his tunic and your dress in his other hand. The room is beginning to fill with smoke. You see a curtain on fire and Vale’s lifeless body lying on the floor.
“What’s going on?” you ask, but no one replies until you are well away from the burning room.
Eli gives you your dress and puts his tunic back on.
“I’m Sybil,” the woman says. “I fight the Order too. At least I try to, when this one’s not making a mess of things.”
You thank her for rescuing you.
“Where’s Jasper?” Eli asks.
The woman replies, “He’s on his way to the rendezvous point already. We should hurry.”
You follow her and Eli out of the castle. You can hear the faint tolling of bells as the alarm is sounded. The king’s guards will be looking for you.
The city streets themselves 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.
You don't know him.
You have met this man before.
You tell the mage to go choke on his glass dildo.
He grabs you by the hair, pulling you painfully upwards. “It looks like we have a volunteer,” he spits.
Your whole body screams in pain as his magic surges through you. You can feel the cold glass against your backside, forcing you open.
Eli lets loose a string of expletives threatening all manner of painful deaths for Vale but the mage only ignores him. He plunges the dildo deep inside you, fucking you without mercy.
“And this, my friends, is what happens to traitors.”
You can see the Vale’s cruelty reflected in the hungry eyes of the nobles watching you. Some encourage him, yelling out the atrocities they want to see done to you and Eli in the name of “justice”.
Eli’s threats have turned to begging for Vale to let you go. You can barely see him through the tears in your eyes, but you can tell that he is broken.
Between the pain and the brutal assault you lose control of your bladder. As the warm puddle grows beneath you, you see Sybil emerge from the crowd and approach Vale. Has she been here the whole time? He doesn’t notice her until she is pressed right up against him. You feel his grip loosen. The dildo falls to the floor.
Suddenly hands are on you pulling you up. You smell smoke and hear screams. Your legs are jelly underneath you.
“Let’s go,” Sybil says.
Eli grabs your other arm. His trousers are back on and he holds his tunic and your dress in his other hand. The room is beginning to fill with smoke. You see a curtain on fire and Vale’s lifeless body lying on the floor.
Suddenly hands are on you pulling you up. You smell smoke and hear screams. Your legs are jelly underneath you.
“We need to go,” Sybil says.
Eli grabs your other arm. His trousers are back on and he holds his tunic and your dress in his other hand. The room is beginning to fill with smoke. You see a curtain on fire and Vale’s lifeless body lying on the floor.
You run from the room, not stopping until you are far from the chaos. Eli gives you your dress and puts his tunic back on. Sybil helps you lace up your corset. She doesn’t pull it nearly as tight as she did the first time. She then turns to Eli and gives him a solid smack on the cheek.
He rubs it furiously. “What was that for?” he asks.
“Your stupidity,” Sybil replies.
“It’s a good thing you were there,” Eli chokes. “I thought we were dead.”
“You should have been,” Sybil says. “Let’s go.”
Eli struggles to talk as the three of you hurry out of the castle.
“Where’s Jasper?”
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.
Sybil replies, “If Jasper’s heard the bells he should be headed to our rendezvous point. I prepared a getaway for a worst-case scenario. Which this definitely is.”
You somehow make it out of the castle without running into any guards or wandering guests. The city streets are quiet, but the Sybil 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. Jasper stands beside it.
“What’s he doing here?” Jasper asks, nodding towards Eli.
Eli hiccups. “I wasn’t about to be left at the hideout all alone.”
“What happened?” Jasper asks.
“Vale’s dead,” Sybil replies. A dark look crosses Jasper’s face. “You can thank Eli for that. I don’t think the king’s going to take kindly to us now.”
Sybil climbs up to take the reigns of the cart with Jasper. Eli joins you in the back. There is barely room for the two of you among all the supplies and you wonder how long of a journey Sybil has planned for.
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. “That dress looks good on you.”
You hit him and he laughs. His breath smells like herb smoke and whisky. He leans in to kiss you.
Kiss him back.
Stop him.
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,” Sybil replies. “I had to improvise after Eli gate-crashed and made a mess of our plans. Maybe next time he’ll follow our orders and stay home.”
Eli flicks Sybil a rude gesture. Jasper tells him to cut it out.
Sybil says, “We need to go. They’re looking for us. What do you want to do with the girl?”
Jasper looks at you. “Let her come. She belongs with us.”
She and Jasper go to the front of the cart and you join Eli in the
cramped back of the cart. Most of the supplies are thankfully still intact, but there is barely room for the two of you to squeeze in behind the stack of crates and barrels.
The cart jerks and you tumble back against Eli. You push yourself back to sitting and notice that Eli doesn’t look so good. 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 snarky attitude.
He smiles a little to himself and looks at you. “We’re officially murderers and enemies of the crown. More exciting than being a maid, isn’t it?”
You shrug. “At least we’re not dead.”
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,” he says with a smile.
You feel the air grow heavy with enchantment and your heart thuds in your chest.
“So it’s done?” he asks.
“Vale is dead,” Sybil replies.
The enchantment dissolves as a dark look crosses Jasper’s face.
Sybil continues, “I took care of things after Eli gate-crashed and made a mess of our plans. Maybe next time he’ll follow our orders and stay home.”
Eli flicks Sybil a rude gesture. Jasper tells him to cut it out.
Sybil says, “We need to go. They’re looking for us. What do you want to do with the girl?”
Jasper looks at you. “Let her come. She belongs with us.”
She and Jasper go to the front of the cart and you join Eli in the cramped back of the cart. Most of the supplies are thankfully still intact, but there is barely room for the two of you to squeeze in behind the stack of crates and barrels.
The cart jerks and you tumble back against Eli. You push yourself back to sitting and notice that Eli doesn’t look so good. 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 snarky attitude.
He smiles a little to himself and looks at you. “We’re officially murderers and enemies of the crown. More exciting than being a maid, isn’t it?”
You shrug. “At least we’re not dead.”
Eli laughs and leans in to kiss you. His breath smells like herb smoke and whisky.
Kiss him back.
Stop him.
You kiss him back, savoring the smoky taste of him. The cart jostles making your teeth bump together. Eli laughs again.
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’ve wanted this I met you in the dungeon,” he says.
“Even after I betrayed you?” you ask.
“Even then,” Eli replies.
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?” 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. 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 kiss him back, savoring the smoky taste of him. The cart jostles making your teeth bump together. Eli laughs again.
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’ve wanted this I met you in the dungeon,” he says.
“Even after I betrayed you?” you ask.
“Even then,” Eli replies.
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?” 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. 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 put your hand on his chest, stopping him.
He says nothing but smiles and leans back to look at the stars. You see a flicker of flame and smell smoke. You too watch the stars, marveling at the series of events that brought you here. Something Jasper said tickles your thoughts. She belongs with us.
“Hey,” you say to Eli. “What did Jasper mean when he said I belong with you?”
Eli pulls a folded piece of parchment from his tunic. He hands it to you.
“Totally forgot, sorry. He gave me this for you to read on the way.”
You take the parchment and unfold it. Jasper’s handwriting is small and scratchy but perfectly legible. You instantly recognize it from the note you found in your pocket, the one telling you to go to Tyven. In the light of the moon you 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.
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 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.