A Mage and a Whore

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Just as a quick note: this story take place on Vale. In the world of Vale it has been about 27 thousand years since intelligent species like humans and such became dominant, similer to earth. Because of magic, technology is less developed, but in many places design and fasion are almost like modern earth. However, large monsters like dragons and other chimaera isolate cites from each other almost entirely. For this reason many cities are stuck in somthing that resembles our middle age while others are more like Roman civilization, and other are more Renissance, and so forth. I just wanted to make it clear that this is not a mideval fantasy, it is a fantasy fantasy.

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     Adeline was confused and scared. Or maybe terrified would be a better word. Her client had just preformed some sort of magic on her she had never seen before (not that she had seen much of the mysterious arts in her time) and then he just, passed out. She pushed herself out of the bed and started across the room. She stopped when she stepped on one of the crystals on the floor.

     “Oww!” She balanced on one foot while she dug the rock out of the other. It was bleeding, but not much. Her feet were suddenly so… tender. Lycen murmured something incomprehensible and she froze in place. After her heart started beating again, she turned around to look at him. Maybe she should wake him up? Could she? She wanted to leave and never look back, but if she did the Geno would surely be mad when he woke up.

     Tentatively, the whore walked back over to the wooden, pull-down bed. She reached out one hand and nudged the mage’s shoulder, with drawling quickly and holding her breath after doing so. Nothing happened. She tried again. Nothing. She breathed in deeply, then put both hands on his shoulders and shook. Lycen made another nonsense sound, but remained unconscious. Adeline cast her eyes around the wagon for some water, and found a canteen that had been thrown on top of some chests of supplies. She grabbed it, then unscrewed the top and smelled the contents. It smelled like water. She prayed it was water. Her heart still pounding, she pulled down the cloth that was covering Lycen’s nose and mouth. The she pulled back his hood. She stared at his face a moment. The face of a million nightmares. It was not so scary when his glowing amber eyes were closed, but it was still pretty creepy. His skin was a dark grey and looked almost scaly. His hair was in long, white, tangled dreadlocks. His cheeks were hollow and his eyes sunken. He had sharp teeth protruding up past his bottom lip. Adeline shuddered. She turned away from him, then dumped the fluid in the canteen over his sleeping face.

     The Geno came coughing and sputtering back to life. He sat up, dazedly trying to brush the water off his face. Adeline dropped the canteen and shrunk back. She waited for him to do something terrible to her. She squeezed her eyes shut and hoped he would only hit her a few times. Instead he groaned and sank back into him bed.

     Adeline opened on eye, than the other. Lycen was still awake, but he was breathing weakly. “Please…” he all but whispered, “I need you to get me undressed. I don’t think I have strength left to do it.”

     Adeline was suspicious of that, but did as he said. Hesitant at first, she pulled the face cloth off and over his head. The she undid the pin on his heavy cloak and pulled it out from under him. It was easier that she expected, the Geno was surprisingly light. Underneath he has a long robe she had to unbutton and untie. Then came a high necked short tunic like thing with no tie, but even more complicated clasps and buttons. After that she had to undo and pull down his pants, which struck her as an odd thing to wear at all, let alone under a robe. Still, he was foreign. Underneath he was wearing legging and another high-collared shirt, this time with long sleeves that came over his hands and under his gloves. She had not even notice the gloves before. The procession of clothes under clothes was so odd she almost forgot were she was and the situation she was in. She wondered if he got cold. The Geno were said to live in fire pits, weren’t they? She slid off his gloves. It was no wonder he was wearing them, his fingers ending in wicked claws. She shuddered again, brought back to reality. The long sleeves looped over his middle fingers, so she slip the loop over and was finally able to pull the shirt off and reveal the creature’s bare chest. It was unsettling in a way Adeline could not figure out. Something about it was shaped wrong. It was also oddly emaciated. Before she could stop herself, she ran a finger over the mage’s ribs, plainly visible under his skin. He shivered. She pulled away and went back to work. Boots off, leggings off, loin cloth… off. She tried not to look at what was underneath it. She stilled and waited for further instructions.

     “Now, take a blanket from the end of the bed.” She did. “Lay directly on top of me.” The whore hesitated, but complied. She laid on her back, the back of her head at his neck. She hadn’t realized until than that she was taller him. Now she had his… ugh… pressing into her lower back. “Spread the blanket over yourself, and try to get comfortable.” Adeline was definitely confused, but she did as she was told. After she was settled, Lycen moved only barely to grasp her hands in his own, weaving their fingers together. “Now,” he said, “stay where you are.” Adeline closed her eyes and prepared herself for the worst. Nothing happened. She waited. Nothing.

     Adeline wondered if the Geno had fallen asleep again. Still, she had been told to hold still and that was what she would do. She counted the rises and falls of his chest as he breathed. Eventually, she fell asleep.

     The next day Adeline woke up alone. After her morning ritual of remembering where she was, she began to panic. She heard a click to one side of her and she whipped around to face to sound. She backed up into the wall, staring wildly. The meager furniture had been moved back into the room, covering up the chalk spell circle. Lycen was laying plates on a small wooden table. He was dressed again.

     He looked at her, spoke to her, calmly and quietly as usual. “Did you want some breakfast before going back?”

     Adeline’s mouth watered. She had not even realized how hungry she was. Her stomach growled. As badly as she wanted to just leave, she doubted she could even pretend not to want breakfast. Whatever Lycen had prepared might be poison, or some sort of evil magic potion, but it definitely smelled good. She nodded and quickly scrambled into one of the rough chairs by the table. She was not sure what it was Lycen served her, but it appeared to be some mix of spinach and scrambled eggs. Her first bite was hesitant, but after that it was, like, as much as her mind told her to slow down and be careful, her body protested. This was good healthy food like she had not eaten in ages, and before she knew it her plate was empty and the Geno was spooning out a second serving.

     After the meal was gone, Adeline’s eyes strayed back to the exit of the carriage, nervously. Lycen got her meaning. He cleared his throat, “You may leave now if you wish. Although… you may want to put your dress back on first.”

     Adeline fairly squeaked with embarrassment as she realized she had been so preoccupied with breakfast that had eaten entirely in the nude. She dove back to where her dress lay by the bed and scrambled into it. It fit poorly, long sleeves that barely passed her elbows, too much room in the bust and hips, too short in the hem. She moved to leave. Lycen intercepted her.

     “Take this,” he almost whispered, as he pressed two silver into her palm. The whore held them up and stared at them blankly. “I was just going to give you one, but I really appreciated you waking me up instead of just leaving.” Adeline nodded wordlessly and slipped out the door, breaking into a run as soon as she got past the encampment.

     Lycen leaned against the door frame, watching her go. He sighed. Maybe I should have just given money for breakfast instead of making her eat it with me. Ah well, I got what I needed and she will never have to see me again.

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Well, what do you think? Next chapter we meet some of Lycen's travel companions. Will we see Adeline again? Will I ever get around to the sex? Sex with attractive people? Stay tuned!