Malice Maze

Chapter 34
The Accomplice

Tristan wore the midnight blue cloak tight around his body and looked around the bar. He sat in a corner and watched, as he did almost every night. On several occasions he had started a conversation on the man his eyes were watching, but most of the time he just watched. He had left his mother at home in a rotted temple in a city rotted away after the queen had been brutally murdered. Nanaia had made the temple the home of herself and the many devils she slept with every day and every night and almost every waking moment. He had walked into a room so many times while his mother was riding some devil that he had stopped counting and it had stopped being horrifying to him. What he could do was more horrifying and he had shown his mother only once. She, being the twisted woman she had become, had turned around and hugged him, proud of his accomplishments, but never as proud of him as she was of Daray, the child that was not even hers. Daray, a dark skinned black haired bastard who would be taken in by no one, who was a part of a race that his own mother had killed off. Daray, the prodigal son of a woman who thought only of the dark deeds they could commit. Was it only a rumor that the woman had once been a god-fearing priestess?

Tristan’s anger grew and he took it out on the poor barmaid who claimed she was a virgin to the king who sat in the corner though both Tristan, and the king, knew she was anything but. She reached across him, trying to brush against him though she could not see him, something appealing about a man hidden behind a cloak, and he reached out, swift as the winds, and gripped her wrist with a black leathery hand and gripped tight. The whole thing took seconds but in her mind it was hours.

The barmaid’s eyes emptied as the whole rush and onslaught of feeling attacked her. In her mind she was standing in utter blackness and then he was upon her, a creature of black leather and broken wings, a man more terrifying than his fathers for he would rape her so hard and badly she would never recover, her mind broken under his tutelage. She felt to her back as he leapt on top of her, spreading her legs painfully and ramming his hardness into her. He raped the lie of innocence right out of her, and while he did this to her mind her body felt the entire situation in a matter of seconds. In her mind he was cumming, her body cumming around him, and in seconds she was slammed into, fucked, and then drained, her wetness dripping down her legs. Her eyes refocused and she had to quickly excuse herself. Tristan released her and watched her runaway, completely satisfied. He had never been with a woman physically, only mentally, only the way he had just mind fucked the barmaid, but it was enough until he could find her, and he could find her through the king in the corner.

The king who stood and was now coming towards him. Tristan had to admit to some worry that the king was about to reprimand him for his ill treatment of the barmaid, instead he clapped Tristan on the back and laughed. “I wish I could make a girl cum just by gripping her wrist,” Stephen Von Dio laughed. “Want to teach me that?”

“I doubt I can teach you,” Tristan laughed, “but I’m sure I can help you do just that if you help me do something.”

“And what would that be, my friend?” Stephen asked, immediately taking a seat across from Tristan.

“Help me drink all of these beers.”

“With pleasure, my friend, with pleasure!”