Aftermath

I tried updating this and the site went onto maitenance as I tried to update.

This chapter arose from someone's comment on either Sequel or Partners. While I love and adore those who only have sex when there is actual respect and love and such between the two, I must acknowledge that, unfortunately, more and moer people are having sex for no reason but the pleasure.

While Durth could have been more colourful... I applaud his ability to admit that while it's one way for him... that guy is working it.

... And I just tried to save the webpage. Me and my compulsion to save.

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Being had was not all people put it up to be. Durth moaned and thrust his hips back, against Sancten as the man thrust deeper into him. Hands caressed over the proper places, the pace hit every good spot inside him. A good kind of burning boiled in his stomach. Durth’s hands clenched in the blankets, head bent against the blankets as Sancten thrust, taking up a fast pace.

Every nice place.

Certainly.

Maybe it was the fact that Sancten’s women were watching them and Durth knew it. Mayb eit was because he had no connection to Sancten whatsoever.

The Brother was good. He was… built in the right ways to please Durth. And please Durth he did. It was the third time, being had, being pleasured and ridden and craved.

But he didn’t want more.

Sancten was handsome and polite and Raya had been right when he had said that being with Sancten was the best for Durth but. Durth felt like he was an impassive observer. His body was pleasured, his mind was bored. Sancten entertained his senses but somehow hit all the wrong cues.

Durth shuddered, moaning as he came, as his body tensed. But it wasn’t really relief. Sancten made him crave the touch of someone who could put some kind of heat into his limbs.

Sancten continued to thrust.

The man had stamina. And for that alone, Durth thrust his hips back and pretended to enjoy it. It wasn’t Sancten, it was him. He couldn’t. He should.

Fer cryin’ out loud, after that performance he should be satisfied but all his head could do was make up some imaginary lover that made him feel tingly all over. He was with Sancten but he was thinking of someone else.

The Brother tightened his hold on Durth, thrusting into him once more and groaning, shuddering to a stop. Sancten rolled off of him and all Durth could think was…

I’m a whore

Fuck.

And not in a pleasant way either.

“Very good.” Sancten sat up, “return to your master.”

Durth bit back the curses that wanted to escape his mouth as he slid out of the bed and pulled on his clothing. It was the middle of the night and he had to go back to Raya’s rooms? Could he even find the way?

He was almost to the door when Sancten made a sound at the back of his throat that made Durth stop and turn towards the Brother.

“Seven coins. No more. No less.”

“I will inform my master as such.” Durth left the room fuming.

The cock sucking bastard fucking mother sons of bitching fuck faced bastard of a cunt licker. All that work for seven coins. For seven coins? Was that all he was worth? Seven coins to be had four times. That wasn’t worth the gods damned soap that it would fucking well take to wash the god damned fucking man off of his fucking skin.

Durth slammed Raya’s door behind him a moment before he realised what he was doing.

Raya and Tah had been sleeping in the bed. Tah was edging on the time when a woman could begin trying to conceive and Raya had hinted that he wanted more children. Or perhaps it was to keep up appearances, for while travelling Raya and Tah did not share a bed. Raya’s head came up a moment before Durth saw the glint of steel in the bed. Tah had awoken and pulled a weapon with her.

“Durth… you’re not supposed to be back until morning.”

“Private?” Durth asked, “is this private?”

“Yes.”

“I’m only worth seven coins! Seven fucking coins? I whored myself out for seven god damned fucking coins.”

Raya was out of the bed in an instant, Tah a moment later. The woman fled the room as Raya approached Durth.

“Seven coins? That’s what that. Cunt fucker.”

Durth let out a string of curses, swearing on and on until Tah entered the room again. The woman pinned Durth with a look and the man immediately stopped swearing.

“There are children present. What could possibly-”

“Seven coins.” Raya said.

Tah swore, “he has twenty coins!”

“Excatly,” Raya snapped, “Dowden wanted to pay me fifteen coins.”

“Wait.”

Both Raya and Tah looked at Durth, so he had to continue on, “how much is seven coins exactly?”

“In old world money or your actual worth?” Raya muttered.

“Servants are bringing hot water, so wording is key,” Tah muttered, walking past the pair of males and to the bathing room.

“In old world.”

“About… five hundred thousand,” Raya said, looking away as if the conversation were ended.

“And in actual worth,” thank the gods Durth hadn’t said ‘my’ for as soon as he began speaking, servants came into the room, carrying large pots of hot water between them.

“I would say about … one, one hundredths.”

“Oh?”

The servants disappeared into the bathing room and closed the door behind them. Raya watched them go and before he pinned Durth with a look.

“You’re a pretty face with a tight ass. Any normal lord would pay at least seventy to seven hundred coins for you, depending on his worth. Pair with it that mind of yours. And I could sell you for a kind’s ransom.”

“Sell me? To who?”

“Should the gods be with us?” Raya asked quietly, “to Una. The easiest way to infiltrate a group is to sleep with the leader or a direct relative. To him. Your virginity would have been priceless. But it also would have put us into trouble. I was told Sancten was a gentle and thorough lover.”

“He… was…”

“Ah.”

As if that answered the question, as if that explained what had happened. Which made Durth automatically bring up.

“What?”

“Well.” Raya huffed out a breath. “I mean. I never really heard… do you possibly have…”

The servants walked out of the bathroom again, carrying empty pots and thus they moved faster through the room. The outer door of the rooms closed quietly and Raya sighed out.

“Power?”

“NO!” Durth snapped out. The Aniege were trying to wipe out power, why would someone even admit to having such a thing even if-

“It was just a question, Durth. Power under control is allowed.” Raya wrapped an arm around Tah as she came within reach of him, he tugged his woman close and pecked her temple before continuing on, “power running rampant the Aniege wipe out.”

“What is under control?”

“What is power?” Raya countered, “one man always has power over another. If one man has gunpowder and the other has a bow, does the first not have power over the second? A power that the second sees as magic and thus, by Aniege law, must be destroyed? Why not ask what Mother is?”

“What is Mother.”

“Tired men are cranky men,” Tah growled, “Durth, go wash then come join us in bed.”

“Join…”

“Sleep between us,” Raya muttered, “it will make us feel better than you are separating us but at the same time will ensure us that you are safe.”

“Safe from what?”

“From scalpers.”

“Scal…” Durth very nearly choked on the word, “pers?”

“They steal apprentices for other Brothers. Go wash.”



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