Chapter 5: The First Offense

-Dargo-

 

We waltzed into our guild as if we owned the damn joint, and the music of adventure filled our ears. Bands surrounded us on all sides like paneling on the walls. The ceiling was made of mugs which were raised, toasted, and promptly emptied. Contempt filled their bodies nearly as much as the booze did. I licked my lips, eager to join them. But first, Martin wandered up to the counter, beaming with pride to the point he was lighting up the room. Although it was not an official guild quest, the captain wanted everyone to know the accomplishment we had just made.

“Name?” the uninterested desk clerk asked loudly, having to raise his voice high above the groups toasting around him.

The captain licked his lips as if his own name had a sweet taste, “Martin, and what might your name be, ya handsome devil?”

“I was asking for your band name,” he tapped his pen impatiently on the ledger before him.

Martin leaned in and continued his childish act, “we don’t have one. We go through this every time we come in here, you know?” I was standing behind Martin and Canton as they talked to the man. I could see the clerk stare our captain down through his bushy eyebrows.

“Surname, then.”

Martin sighed, “Ex-et-al” he sarcastically enunciated each syllable, as so the clerk would not bother to ask again. He scribbled the name down and moved to the other side of the page.

“Deed completed?”

 

The captain cleared his throat out thrice, throwing his head up and loudly singing out, “we cleared out a dungeon, a new, new dungeon” he reiterated so that half the room clearly heard.

 

Behind my back I heard the volume drop so I spun over my shoulder. The phrase new dungeon was something to never be thrown around lightly. Their eyes studied and judged us, and I could see more than one set of hands gripping their grog tightly with jealously. Most of their eyes finally came to rest on our thick, heavy pouches of coin. Noses crinkled.

“Like what ya see?” I called to the room. Some turned away as they were caught red-handed, yet some continued to look as if there was a carnival happening behind me. I turned fully to face them, yet those who continued staring only grew more interested with each passing second. They were certainly more interested in our group than they should be.

What in the gods name? I remember thinking.

 

A new dungeon was nothing to be scoffed at, for sure – given how even mention of those two words pulled the room in. At the moment, everyone wanted to be in our shoes and have gotten the lion’s share. Not as if it mattered much, hell, even seconds or thirds in a new dungeon can be highly rewarding but… that was not the look these men and women gave us now. These looks were hungry, starving even… and apparently there was a feast somewhere in our direction.

 

Looking back over my shoulder, I saw nothing but Martin still boasting to the man. I looked to my left, there was just Orri hogging my entire eyesight. That damn tree.

I looked to my right, and that was my mistake. The elf. I should have known. She had always been a pretty and sweet thing. Ever since we basically found her stumbling towards us, she had been the group’s darling. Aiana. The healer. The amnesiac. The frightful. But…what the hell was going on with her now?

She just stood there, staring into Martin’s back, clutching her staff like she was going to fall into a pit if she did not, and yet… damn. She looked damn good.

Maybe I underappreciated her until now, but… what the hell? She was cute, sure. But now it seemed that she was nearly… perfect, and yet nothing about had changed. Dark skin glimmering like a night sky under the torchlight, hair that looked oh-so-soft like cotton candy. Even under those bright ass green mage robes… she was fine. I couldn’t help but stare.

I must have stared too long because she noticed. Looking down, she saw me staring with my mouth open. I looked away quickly… but I could still feel those blue eyes of hers burning like sapphires through me. Focusing on the room again, I could see they were all still staring at us, but really… it was just her. I could not blame them. Something about her was just… setting us all off. I began to feel heat encroach across my body but… gods, no, I could never think about Aiana like that. She is too innocent for what my mind was going through now.

I wandered off to the bar without a word, else I hear that gorgeous elf speak.

 

-Martin-

 

“Aiana, sit there,” I said, pointing my finger at the chair closest to the wall. Our group was approaching a table to sit and rest. It was huge, circular, wooden. Six chairs surrounded it. I picked it out so we would be as far away from the riff-raff as possible.

I felt her vision roll across me like sunshine magnified by a cathedral window, but I could not bring myself to match her gaze. I could barely see her dress moving as I kept my head to the floor, but she was clearly aiming for the first seat available. Clearly, my command surprised her. The rest of us filled in the chairs around her, and I had Orri sitting directly across from our elf, using her size as a wall. The whole lot of us just sat there for nearly ten minutes, eyes buried in the table. Occasionally Dargo or Orri would make some sound, but I did not look up to meet them. I counted the grains on the table many times.

“Why is everyone so… quiet?” Aiana finally asked. I grimaced mentally. Even just her voice was smoother than silk. My hands moved over my ears to keep it inside longer. To her, it was a phrase, but to us… it was a trigger. Something had changed about our healer, and I was determined to find out what. My head did not raise as I prepared myself to speak, but the incoming waitress intercepted me before I could begin.

“How’s everyone doing tonight!” she chipped in a tone that told me she was being paid to be happy.

“Fine,” the four of us grumbled at once.

“Aww, don’t be like that! I am sure you have plenty of stories for me! Come on, you look to be some high-class explorers and adventurers! Surely you can…!”

“Lass, we’re exhausted, please take our orders already,” Dargo groveled. The waitress stopped in her tracks and cleared her throat in a discomforting manner.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I’ll take your orders now, who wants to…”

“I am ready to order,” I bristled, wanting to get her away from us quickly. Looking up to meet her gaze, she was a woman whose 20s were just about to end, and she clearly had worked here longer than she ever envisioned herself doing so. Although already mentally done with her shift, she became even more crestfallen with our attitudes. Were the situation different, I would have offered my apologies. Her fake smile returned and she hastily took my order. I don’t remember what I even told her.

“I am ready to order too,” Dargo said gruffly to my left.

“Great! W-what’ll it be,” her façade began to waver. The dwarf ordered a rack of ribs slathered in bourbon and even steak as a side item. I smiled at his appetite.

“Wow, big orders tonight! You must have had a good adventure, right?” her voice began to batter down my ears like the tide on the shore.

"Something like that," Canton grumbled. Having caught her attention, the blonde’s order was scribbled next.

 

“Such a great choice! I love that, too! And as for you, miss… what… will… will… youuuu… haaavveeee…?” the waitress immediately dropped her demeanor and was unable to keep pace with her voice, instead speaking in an ever-decreasing speed. I groaned, already knowing what she was looking at.

 

“Just a salad with some fruit on the side, please,” said the elf in a quiet voice. It was deafening.

“O-o-o-o-kayyyyy…” the waitress seemed to have difficulty thinking, and I could hear her pencil scribbling away on her notepad. And then she kept scribbling. And scribbling. And scribbling.

Nearly a minute went by, and I could still hear the tsk tsk tsk of her writing. Certainly, it should not take this long to write down “salad with fruit on side,” but she was clearly struggling.

I looked up to see what the hell she was doing. She was clearly writing something, yes, but her eyes were still glued onto Aiana. I really do not think even she knew what she had written down. I sat up to take a glance, and on her notepad was something completely illegible. She had written over her own scripture multiple times by this point. My throat cleared, but she continued. With that incessant sound about to make me commit unspeakable deeds, I had to grab her writing hand and pull it away from her paper.

“You okay?” I asked gruffly. It still took her a moment to register I had stopped her hand, and a moment longer to meet my gaze.

“Y-yes…s-sorry. I’ll get these orders in right away,” she whimpered, yet seemed discouraged when she tried and failed to read what she had written down. She began to scurry away when Orri cleared her throat, having been forgotten about. She took the orc’s quickly and then had to retake everyone else’s order, given she had scribbled over them. Then she began to walk away again, but then suddenly stopped.

“Oh, miss! I think I forgot to ask what you wanted…”

 

“…the elf wants water.” I said sternly as I could, attempting to use my body to block her view of Aiana. She always ordered water, alcohol tasting retched to her. She claimed it was an elf thing.

The waitress sheepishly retreated and disappeared from view, and we returned to our silence.

 

-Canton-

 

Something is definitely wrong with us. Well, really, nothing was wrong in the normal sense. Something being wrong meant something was broken. Within my mind there was a drastic change taking place as if an impending sense of dread was clouding over me. And that cloud was being emanated by a certain elf. But there was certainly nothing wrong with Aiana, and yet, gods, why can I not take my mind off her? Even with my eyes closed I can only see her.

She sat across from me as she had many times before, and yet I felt nervous as could be to look into the eyes of the band member I have entrusted my life to for five years. Imagine having a crush on someone for years and the opportunity to share how you feel finally comes up, and you let it slide. I was feeling that right this moment, and by the gods it was gnawing on me like a direwolf.

I could still feel her eyes glaring over us like searchlights, but I dared not look as sweat poured down my forehead. I simply prayed that she would not speak, her voice charming its way down my ears, sweet as honey. Gods forbid, she says my name. I would throw myself over the table right now. Fuck. I had to smack my own head and dig my heels in. This was becoming too much. Besides me, the orc was bouncing her leg uncomfortably, making the entire room shake. Dargo’s heart was pounding with enough force to knock over a castle wall. Even my own…

 

“Okay, I will speak then,” Martin finally was able to say, although the whole sentence was on the exhale. We did not look at him. “I know we are all thinking it, but I will say it. Aiana, something has changed about you.”

I could nearly hear her blinking in surprise. The small little gasps of air she took in were so cute, I just could barely keep my head down from looking at her at such a simple motion.  My fingers raked my own head.

“Wh…what do you mean?” she spoke. I was rattled.

Martin was equally floored, taking another exasperated puff of air. “Just… just look over us. Tell me what the room is doing right now, tell us what everyone is focused on.”

The chair she sat in creaked a bit as she shifted around in it. Gods, how I wanted to feel her flesh on mine. Out of the corner of my vision I could see her place her fingers on the table, so they would support her weight. I wanted those fingers in my own hands. She stood a bit to look at me… no, sadly not me. Aiana looked over the imposing Orri and scanned the room in silence. Then she sat down, and the chair creaked again.

“Hey… yeah… they are looking at us, some of them want to hide it, but everyone is looking at us. But why are they…”

“…they’re looking at you, you damn elf,” Dargo said quickly.

Rage immediately burned within me, and had I not steeled myself, I would have strangled the little man where he sat. Still, he was right. Whatever changed with our elf was being felt throughout the room.

“Wh…what? Why?” Aiana said with a sheepish tone.

I could nearly taste her voice, and in my mind, I visualized the red blush coming across her face, like cherry on chocolate ice cream. I could taste that vividly. She leaned around in her chair a bit more to look around, but she was failing to hide her gaze from the crowd.

I could take no more and had to look for myself. Spinning around slowly, my vision traveled through the gap between my arm and my chest at the next table over. Of the five people there, four of them were looking at her out of the corner of their vision, but the last, having the best view from where he sat, stared openly, saliva nearly running down his façade. The rest of the room held similar guises. In the far corner, someone was shaking his cohort, wanting them to share in Aiana’s glow as well.

Feet approached us, and I saw our waitress approaching with a co-worker, a tray piled high with food. “Here you go!” she said, but something was different about the way she said it. It sounded real. She was not paid to be enthusiastic like this; I could tell she said those three simple words with real vigor.

She laid out our food before us. It certainly looked wonderful, and the scent it gave off was a nice distraction from Aiana. Orri, Martin, and Dargo all got their food and drink as well. I was hesitant to look and see how Aiana would be treated, so I closed my eyes and listened instead.

“Here you go, babe, and don’t concern yourself with payment – your meal’s compliments of the house,” the waitress said, seduction nearly dripping from her mouth. I heard not one, not two, but three heavy plates be set down before Aiana. The elf squirmed.

“Oh… but, why? This is… more than I ordered…?”

“Consider it a gift, if there anything, anything, anything that I could do for you, please just call me… please. I’ll only be across the room.”

Nearly choking as she spoke, I had to stifle back my response to get the hell away from her, temptress but I reigned it in. The waitress went away slowly but surely, seemingly glancing back over her shoulder every other step. “Aiana,” I spoke, relishing the ability to say her luscious name, “is there something wrong with your food?”

She gulped, and at first I worried she had choked and needed my care. “Well… I just ordered a salad and fruit but… she brought me the biggest salad I have ever seen! And it looks like every single leaf was interwoven by hand! The fruit is even peeled already, and cubed into cute little shapes and…”

 

“Not as cute as you,” Orri finally spoke for the first time since entering the guild.

 

She seemed to nearly choke on her own words as they left her mouth in a rush. I heard her hands clap loudly against her face, and she slammed her head down on the table in embarrassment. Her own burning flesh nearly set the table on fire. That foot which was thumping the floor increased velocity until the planks under it began to splinter.

 

With the sound drawing them in like flies on shit, people took this golden opportunity to gawk more openly; I could nearly feel the jealousy drill through my back. My head still facing downward, I looked to Orri at my left and we read each other’s eyes, both thinking we must keep her safe from these heathens, but if you get in my way, I will kill you first.

“Let’s eat,” said the dwarf, wanting to break the tension. I leaned over my plate far as I could so I could stuff the food directly down my gullet, only having to lean back when I wanted to swig drink in. I could hear everyone else clinking their silverware but I perked up whenever Aiana did so. I will feed you, just let me have the chance.

 

A few minutes went by in uncomfortable silence. Dargo ate wolfishly despite the situation and patted his round belly. The rest of us eased a bit as food filled us. I could tell he was glaring around the room, as if trying to tell people to back off with his gaze. It did not seem to work.

“What are you looking at, Dargo?” said the sweetest voice to ever be gifted down to this world. My fingers curled around my fork as his name left her lips, and not mine. The metal tool bent slightly.

“I… I am just checking that everyone here is still thinking about you,” he said without thinking.

She stopped eating as surprise overtook her, “w… what?”

 

 

“They are all thinking the same thing, hell, so am I, about what it would be like to get between those chocolate thighs of yours.”

 

 

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Silence filled the world.

 

-Orri-

 

Really, even now, I could not tell you exactly what happened. Not in order, at least.

Dargo, the stupid idiot that he was, spoke so quickly that no one outside of our table could tell what he said, but for those of us in our band, it was forever etched into our minds. That, and only that, is all I remember in clear, vivid perfection. Everything else happened in a blur, but to my recollection, it occurred in this order.

 

Dargo spoke, then choked on himself.

I nearly choked on my own food, but I most certainly bit through the fork in my mouth to the point its tips tore through my gums. The taste of iron caressed my tongue.

Canton and Martin slammed their fists down to suppress their sudden urge to tear Dargo a new one. But it wasn’t for what the dwarf said – it was because he had said it before they could.

As for Dargo himself, his eyes nearly fell out of his sockets in surprise at how he spoke. I looked at him, his face nearly as red as his beard, and his mouth nearly as open and empty as his mind was.

He was staring straight at Aiana as his inhibitions had been fully removed.

I finally cracked as well and looked upon her form.

She was giving the exact same, surprised expression that the dwarf gave her. Eyes opened wide, mouth opened nearly as much. Red flowed across her face like blood, and the arm holding her fork shook violently in the air.

The next thing I know she was the fastest being in this world, tearing up the steps with blinding speed and I could hear her slam the door to our rented room shut with force.

Finally, my ears rang as dozens of people shot out of their chairs at once, scraping across the floor like nails on a board. Some chairs fell over, and even more people rushed a few feet in our direction before coming to a halt as Aiana left the room.

I spun around, expecting them to approach more, but they just stood there, nearly as surprised as we were.

 

And all of that happened in about as much time as it took me to breathe.

 

Still facing everyone in the room, I saw as they slowly became less explosive and subdued themselves. Confusion flooded them, as if they were unable to recall who they were or why they were here. Most of them sat back down, and a few went to get a drink. Everyone stared at each other as if expecting someone to have an answer, and more than once their eyes fell on us. Our band was completely silent for about a minute, and thankfully, the other tables’ talking filled the silence after a while.

I looked to Martin, who continued glaring daggers straight through Dargo, who, himself, was nearly on the verge of tears. There was an unfamiliar wetness to his eyes, yet I couldn’t bring myself to comfort him. Despite this, strangely enough, I began to feel a whole lot better, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and tranquility filled my soul.

Martin then looked to Canton and I, as if wanting us to pass judgement on the dwarf. The rogue and I shared a glance then both nodded in disapproval. Captain sighed uneasily. After a moment he decided to keep eating his food and I could tell he was feeling a bit more relaxed as well. When Canton started eating also, I knew I could not be the only one thinking what I was thinking.

 

We did not punish Dargo because we were all thinking the exact same thing. Punishing him for being the first one would accomplish nothing, as I was about ready to commit the same sin he had. Had Aiana asked me to, I would have thrown her on the table and eaten her out in front of everyone. I would not care what everyone else thought in the slightest. That elf was mine.

 

Dargo finished his meal, and his silverware clattered in a pile back onto the table. A thousand-yard-stare filled his vision for eternity before his wet eyes burst. “What the fuck is wrong with me,” he sobbed in a voice I had never heard from him.

“It's not just you. We are all thinking the same thing,” I said, wanting to be truthful before I thought it best to lie. The human pair stayed silent, but I knew they felt the same. We ate the rest of our meal silently.

 

We usually rent two rooms, one for us girls and another for the men but, I wandered into the men’s room, giving Aiana the solidarity she needed right now. We needed solidarity from her as well. The last thing I saw before going to bed was Dargo standing outside her room for nearly fifteen minutes, occasionally bringing his fist up to knock, but giving up each time before finally retiring as well.

 

-Aiana-

 

I cried into a pillow for nearly an hour as my back leaned up against the door to my room. I had locked it so no one could enter – not even Orri, who would normally be sharing the room with me. There was no way I could entrust her besides me while I slept. Her eyes were nearly as hungry, if not hungrier than Dargo’s, so I bolted the door and kept myself propped up to it in case someone decided to break in. By this point I had even armed myself with a candlestick as my only available weapon.

How could he say such a thing? Dargo… well… everyone had always been so polite, so caring, so loving to me but, Dargo seemed ready to jump me right in front of everyone, violating me for all I was worth. Yes, he looked surprised but… maybe he just spoke without thinking? Maybe I am just overreacting? Was it just a joke to him? But everyone just… acted the same! We were all surprised! I stared straight at him, and we were both equally surprised! How could he!? I cared for him for years but now he just wanted to use me!? I slammed my head against the pillow I held in frustration. Maybe they were just grooming me after all this time.

I threw the pillow across the room in frustration and it knocked something off the dresser, but my eyes were too wet and heavy to see what it was. I buried my head on the floor, just watching the tears flow up across my forehead. My new necklace glinted in the lantern light as it sat on the floor, the chain still around my neck. Despite my circumstances I smiled. It was pretty.

Maybe all of this was an overreaction, after all. That was it, I decided and raised my head up, still focusing on the jewelry around my neck. Martin said this necklace was cute. Maybe he was even flirting. The thought made my heart soar, and a smile stretched across my cheeks with unexpected force. Tomorrow I would hear out Dargo’s apology and hug him tight. We would make up and put this misunderstanding behind us. But for now, I was too exhausted to think. I stripped down into my underwear, save for my cute necklace, and fell heavily under my sheets, still with a smile across my face.

 

…

 

The next thing I heard was some kind of beast grunting.

I sat upright in shock, tunnel vision forming as blood was unable to make its way north in time. I could not see, but it was nearly pitch-black anyway. My vision was limited to just arms-length, but I could still make out something near the foot of the bed. As my vision returned, I could see it was not a beast, but a bearded man. Light did not shine across the bride of his nose, obscuring his face, but I still knew who it was.

“M-Martin? How did you…” I trailed off.

Looking behind him, I could see the door was shut, but something was different about it. Light crept in around its edges more than it should have, as if it were off-center.

I looked back up to him just in time to watch his tongue massage his lips, teeth glinting in the minimal light. Saliva coated his chin, dripping down into his beard and onto his naked chest. As my eyes moved more, I could see it was not just his chest that was in the nude. Everything was in full display. Every inch of him that I’ve been trying to spy on for years was out there for me to see. Even that angry, purple little head pointed at me like the tip of a spear.

“Why are…” was all I got out before he jumped on me. Martin moved too quickly for my eyes to catch up, and before I knew it his hands gripped the balls of my shoulders and he thrust his face up to mine.

"Martin…?" I tried to speak again but he suddenly thrust downward, sealing my lips with his. My eyes bugged out, nearly threatening to poke out his own. His lungs were hungry as the rest of him, seemingly sucking the oxygen straight out of me. I had to fight to keep air in, but it was a losing battle. His strength was far superior to my own, but I was able to work my lips away from his own.

“M-Martin, what are you doing…?” I could barely get out with what air I had left in my lungs, but it was too little for him to actually pay attention. His lips went back down around my own dark pair and this time his tongue invaded my mouth. I gasped into his throat when his tongue began to taste mine. A loud, inappropriate moan rolled out of my depths as a section of my brain was activated for the first time in my short memory.

At first I was trying to force him off me, yet his weight and strength made it pointless. His years of adventuring and swordplay gave him admiral endurance which had always made me smile whenever he protected me. But now that it was turned against me, I was frightened for a moment. But now that he was reciprocating my feelings for him, my heart began reaching out for his. My strength waned quickly. 

He continued pressing down on me, finally relinquishing his hold on my mouth and moving to my cheeks instead. He kissed them tenderly at first, then when my panting betrayed how I was beginning to enjoy it, he started gnawing on my dark flesh instead. With his heat on mine I began to sweat all over, and he went back to licking my face to take that salty mess upon himself.

There was something else pressing into me, as well. Something hard yet warm too. It poked into my underwear as if it were a battering ram to a castle gate. A wave of liquid raced out to meet it, but I don’t know why it did. Up until now my only sexual experience came from seeing others doing it. Every town we visited Canton found himself in some woman’s bed, and even Dargo would sometimes get frisky with barmaidens. Beyond that I only had the knowledge Orri had sometimes disposed on me when I felt encouraged enough to ask, but this was still the first time within my memory I was performing the act on my own. Despite my limited knowledge, I knew enough and welcomed Martin’s spear to continue grinding into me.  

Martin leaned back, taking his time to study me. In the dim room, with only moonlight overhead to guide us, at the time all I could think about was if I looked cute in his eyes. Whenever his eyes passed over my breasts or my belly or legs, I burned there. My thighs rubbed together without his spear rubbing into my sanctum. One of his hands moved slowly to that throbbing stick as it jutted out there, and he rubbed it slowly as he continued studying me.

In response all I thought to do was rub myself, also. One hand went to my womanhood while the other tugged at my chest. The heart burning within me was doing its best to leap out of its cage and into this man’s hands. It seemed his heart was leaping to, although it was pounding out of his spear rather than his chest. That stick he held throbbed more, engorging a bit further in his fingers as he aimed it at my face. Martin stroked it as if he were trying to signal something, yet he never spoke. Those animalistic grunts of his grew in volume until they made my ears rattle. Is this how humans make love? I’ve never seen this ritual.

His eyes lit up, and I could tell he was still focusing in on my mouth. Some instinct told me to, so I began licking my lips as he studied me. His own lips rose jaggedly, almost in appreciation and his stroking movements increased in speed. Finally I think I had made the connection between his spear and my mouth, and what he wanted to happen. I had walked in on Canton once having some dwarven girl do the same thing to him.

“Y-you… want me to…?” I made the motion with my hand up to my mouth. Instead of answering, he only grunted in a way that sounded akin to approval. That section of my brain continued to activate more and a tingling sensation squirmed under my skull. I’d never imagine myself doing these acts, but right now it just felt right. I rolled onto my knees and crawled towards him, his spear jutting just inches from my lips. He took his hand away so it could bob on his own.

Admittedly the scene made me pause for a moment, seeing that weapon aimed directly at me. How each inch of it pulsed and throbbed ever so closer to my lips I could almost taste it from just the air around it. Without permission my tongue escaped my mouth and waddled towards his tip. I’d never tasted one of these nor did I ever think I would. But with my fingers and toes curling up I couldn’t resist just trying it. The very, tiny little tip of my appendage caressed his spear, and just as I was processing how it felt, the entire shaft was forced down my throat.

My eyes bugged out to study Martin’s crotch as he was buried within me. His strong hands raked through my hair and held my pointy ears up to his body. That hot stick within my teeth filled my entire mouth all the way to my throat. I pressed up against his legs to free myself but only made it a few inches back before he forced me down again. With how his spear filled my mouth I couldn’t get oxygen in or out. Even my nose was buried in him when I tried exchanging air through that.

“Martin!” I failed to exclaim, only coming out as a rumble along his shaft that seemed to spur him along further with the extra stimulation. He grunted loudly and forced me back and forth along its length again, forcing me to taste every inch of its underside. Were the circumstances different, maybe I would’ve enjoyed how he tasted. But how he was treating me, I couldn’t bring myself to saw it was pleasurable, despite how my womanhood continued throbbing under me.

It burned, pleading for my attention, seeing how Martin’s mind was made up as he continued forcing me to suck him off, my digits dove downward, feeling along my wet center. My underwear was a bygone mess, to the point I was peeling it off me. A moist shlop filled the air as it came free, falling helplessly to the bed. Still, Martin did not relent as he continued violating my throat, battering me to the point my jaw went sore and I moaned my complaints. My lungs hungered loudly and even as the pain in my mouth was mounting, my senses began to go to the wayside as darkness encroached. Still, I continued rubbing myself senseless. My brain overrode any other thoughts.

Just as I thought I was at the end of my rope, my eyes bugged out as a new taste filled my throat. It was warm, sticky, and salty while its gooiness clogged my throat up even more. Martin was moaning more now, growling almost as he continued to let that goo loose inside me. Sensing my opportunity I fell back, his hands weakly coming off me. Just as his spear left my mouth and I began breathing again, another fat rope hit me like a wad of spit. I had to close my eyes but could still feel him pumping it all over my façade. I fell back onto my bed as his eruption winded down, yet he continued claiming more and more of my dark skin with his white paste. He even managed to coat my breasts. I burned even more as I was conquered by him.

With oxygen deprivation still haunting me, I took a few moments to breathe heavily. But Martin’s musk coating me left me no rest. Every second I inhaled it I only fell more under his spell. My mind continued taking over more and more of my senses as I felt myself dumbing down. At the very least I managed to wipe the liquid from my face so I could see again.

Just in time, I was able to look down to see Martin had lowered himself onto my belly. He studied it in the same way he had studied my face earlier. Without pause he leaned into my stomach, kissing it with a static shock that made my abdominals recoil and tighten. He seemed to like that, given how he cooed and stared in awe. He kissed me again, closer to my belly button and I had the same reaction. He then did it again, but this time keeping his lips to my flesh and gnawing on my tight skin. I yelped a bit, a mixture of pleasure and pain but the feelings he was spreading throughout my core made me feel more of the former. Just the way he continued worshipping my core lit another fire in contest to the one in my chest and I moaned loudly. I had already forgotten about how he had mistreated me only moments before.

His hands came up to join his face, and he pressed harshly down into my sides. It tickled for a moment, but then he gripped more, making me mewl and twist under him. My toes reeled in so far it hurt. My already taut belly became an impenetrable wall with how it squeezed in. The liquid on my face fell into my open mouth and I began to greedily lap at it. The already-drowning brain in my head succumbed even further. Martin’s tongue was absolutely magical as it struck my nerve endings like keys on a piano. Although I couldn’t reach it anymore, my crotch was inflamed and I did my best to reach it.

Martin must have felt my musings as he relinquished control on my stomach and quickly leaned back, taking a big, wet taste on my womanhood. I bit my tongue down so I wouldn’t scream. His lips sucked on my own and a new wave of fluid coated him. Every inch of me went rigid and my hairs stood on end. Even how his beard bristled into my skin it was electrifying, like fire which licked at me tenderly. I was amiss at how he leaned back suddenly, still with a line of my clear fluids connecting my crotch to his face. He licked his lips as he stared down at me, and me up at him.

His hand went back down to his crotch, and I saw his spear was already raring to go again. but this time, his eyes weren’t on my mouth. I knew exactly what he wanted and I was in no position to deny him. Gods forgive me, I needed him inside me. Martin wasted no time lining up his little soldier to my gates, and he grabbed my sides again to steady himself. Still with an animalistic growl as his only way to communicate, he tapped lightly at my womanhood. I wanted to scream, but he gave me no rest.

 

All at once he thrust himself inside my sanctum. Up until now, I had wondered if I was a virgin or not. Now, that answer was certain.

 

I bucked upwards, my back rising off the bed as I entered a primal state. I tried to scream but it was too much and I ended up choking on it. He was likely only a few inches inside my belly, but it still felt as if he had gone all the way through me. He may as well have impaled me on a pillar rather than his spear. An incomparable blast of heat roared through me, demolishing what little resistance remained inside. Both of us moaned, for the first time in unison.

Inside me I could feel him throbbing, appreciating my body around his. With hesitation he reeled himself back and a void rapidly grew inside me. I moaned in complaint, and he answered by thrusting back in again. I arched more, the shape of his spear guiding the shape I took. How had I gone five years without this? Had I gone my whole life without this? I could only pray I had not. Martin reeled back and pounded into me again, turning my legs into strings. Even my arms went slack, allowing him to fully have his way with me. Drool flung out of my mouth as I devolved into a lifeless doll for him to stuff. I was so drowned by this point I had no hope of reaching the surface.

 

That was, until an unfamiliar hum reached my ears through the madness.

 

My eyes lolled forward towards my chest. Below that I could see Martin continuing to pound away relentlessly, but something was happening on top of me. My heart was pounding, surely – but why was my necklace vibrating in such a way? It pulsed on my skin like a heartbeat. Despite its warmth it was disconcerting. I leaned in more and more until I was convinced it was moving on its own. Like a hand reaching in to save me, my senses came racing back and I realized what I was doing and how heinous it was.

Martin wasn’t stopping, in fact he was only speeding up. His spear continued battering me to the point I could faintly see my belly move to accommodate him. With each impact my body hurt a little bit more and I could feel a rising need pouring out of Martin’s spear. Should he continue unhindered, something very bad could happen. As if on cue, he ramped up each impact albeit at a slower pace. He was close to finishing and showed no signs of pulling out.

“M-Martin! Pull it out!” I spoke rationally for the first time in seemingly forever. My voice, however, fell on deaf ears and he continued to slamming into me. My heart was racing again now, faster than ever – but it was out of panic. I knew little about conception, but I knew enough to understand what might happen if Martin refused to stop.

“Martin! Martin! Get out of me!” I screamed this time. Half the tavern should have heard me yet he continued, undaunted. His pace slowed even further, even as his engorged spear fattened even more inside me. It was now or never.

“Martin! Please!” I begged once more as I began frantically smacking at him with my arms. He paused, but it wasn’t because of my resistance. I could feel him fill up within me and I had to act then and there.

 

I did not think, I acted. I pulled both of my legs through his arms and rested my knees on my chest. In one single motion I fired on him, kicking his jaw with all the strength my legs could muster. Something audibly cracked under my soles. Finally, something seemed to work; the motion caught him off guard and he was forced off me, staggering back a few feet as his hands instinctively went to cover his face.

 

Something I was not counting on was his throbbing shaft, triggered by pain it began to spew with enough force to land on my face from multiple feet away. The next spurt hit my chest. Then the next, my belly. The final one before Martin fell over was on the bed between my legs. This time I did not enjoy it in the slightest. It boiled on me like acid. I howled. The hot liquid did not actually harm me, but it may as well have. I spun out of bed quickly as I could, throwing my hands across my face and chest in an effort to become rid of the stuff. The sticky fluid was like sap and stuck to my arms, so I quickly dragged the comforter across me with force, wiping myself down as I bawled into it.

I stood quickly before Martin had a chance to recover. The motion sent my necklace just into view, where I could see a string of fluid running between it and my chest still. It hummed to the point I know it glowed, even faintly. I screamed again, ripping the necklace’s chain over my head and throwing it across the room. I found my clothes and put them on halfway before tearing down the hallway at the speed of sound, howling my little head off.

 

-Martin-

 

“Gods…why… why did… why did I…” I couldn’t even bring myself to speak properly, instead sobbing into my arms for nearly an hour. I must have bust straight through the floorboards in that room with how many times I slammed my goddamn head into the floor. How could I have done this, to Aiana, nonetheless? Ever since we knew her, we all wanted to look out for Aiana. She was our baby, something we wanted to protect and nurture.

 

And now I raped her. I abused every inch of her dark flesh. I used her very being.

 

I hit the floor hard enough with my palms until they bled. I then stood up and slammed my clothes back on, tearing down the halls after her. I needed to find her. I needed find answers and atone, else the gods will tear me down where I stand.

 

Honestly, I hoped they did.

 

End of chapter 4

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