Darkness

Darkness Chapter 61 Strain and Exhaustion

Seer’ Reign, Drakk, and Feles were very close to collasp after a hard and exhausting seven days of traveling in search of the missing Keylyn and his captors and having no success, accept for one possible sighting. It was reported several days earlier by some elf farmers in a field… that a troupe of gray elves headed rapidly past them in the direction of the Dragons Spine with a small hooded captive tied to a horse. After exploring many dead end trails that absolutely lead nowhere which forced them to back track frequently, a fatigued Seer’ Reign tried over and over to use his magick to determine the next likely direction only to fail because of the maze of mountain passes and the distorting affect of the abundant iron in the mountains, which interfered with his spell casting abilities . Then the desperate the enraged worn-out wizard endeavored to use their previous bonding to establish a mind link with Keylyn only to reach a familiar mind, but it was a mind so fragile, disoriented, and ravaged by mental torment, physical pain and abuse, no serviceable link could be made. Darkness kept trying so hard to force any kind of contact with little Key that he eventually passed out from the strain of depleting his own power. They then decide as a group that perhaps if they give their weak weary horses a day or so rest along with their tired and exhausted selves…they just might succeed in finding the right trails they needed. So they stopped at the first town they came too… a small crossroad town half way up into the mountains between two narrow mountain ridges.

This very poor little town seemed to be made up of mostly of a row of small loud seedy Inns and taverns, one poorly supplied supply store, and a small reeking and foul livery stable that they absolutely refused to put their horses in. They discovered that some long dead mental giant had give the sleazy town the name of “Asscrack”, actually it was perfect fit, for the occupants of the town, were the lowest absolute scum of the earth, deserters, bandits, thugs, murderous brigands, thieves and cutpurses, and male and females whores of the most debauched, depraved, and degenerate persuasions… Darkness chuckled in an evil humor and said, “the true lowest turds of society issued from Asscrack.”

In Asscrack, if you were smart you wore a fierce threatening dangerous express on your face, while one hand was constantly resting on your weapons of chose even when you eat and slept. Even redheaded Feles was given a small but lethal short sword by Drakk, and the demon was still continually in the process of showing him properly how to use it. Darkness laughed mocking, at the possibility of the pretty redheaded actually learning to use a sword face to face with an opponent… and quickly suggesting crudely, “Your lovely redhead, Drakk, I fear knows only how to handle a male weapon when it is inserted into his own sweet ass.” Needless to say an angry frowning Drakk elicited even more laughter from the wizard, when he ordered, “Please My Lord cease your cruel nasty “wise cracks” or you will know my wrath. Darkness knew he was playing with fire to provoke the demon further, so finally he quickly ceased his mocking before it was too late and the demon proceeded to throttle him.

“Relax my dear Drakk I promise no more cracks, for now.”

“My Lord, you’ll pardon me, if I say I very much doubt that, you enjoy your sarcasm a little to much for your own good.” Grinned Drakk right back at him.

They were just sitting around a table in one of the Taverns called Ddirty Ddicks [which was spelled with two extra D’s on the sign outside] finishing up their evening meal. They were told the place had the best food in town. But something told them the lying informant was paid to say that, because other than the fruit, bread, cheese and the dark potent mead they drank, being certainly passable, the greasy stringy meat stew sucked badly, for the meat in it was unrecognizable and the vegetable shriveled and ancient. Yeah even Seer’ Reign was forced to drink the strong potent mead, though he did made a face while drinking it instead of his favorite red wine… for Ddick’s considered red wine a weak woman’s drink and they didn’t even bother to carry it in their establishment.

To the Drakk and Feles horror and sudden complete lose of appetite, the very irritable and constantly annoying Darkness suggested aloud with amused terrifying glee and delight, that the source of the meat in the stew was very likely local missing pet cats or dogs, or maybe an occasional recent dead rat from the town thrown in to freshen up the stew’s flavor and then to gross them out further, he took one last generous mouthful of the stuff, before giving in pushing the wooden bowl away from him. Ddirty Ddicks was an ancient tavern…. and only the gods knew when the last time it had been cleaned properly and thoroughly. They couldn’t decide if the tavern was named for its permanent state of uncleanly ness in its interior or was it for the unhealthy looking male prostitutes and even a few females one, who paraded continuously from table to table eagerly offering their services repeatedly for a very extraordinary low number of coppers.

Growing impatient and annoyed with the constant interruption the exhausted searchers finally had the big redhead demon grimaced threateningly with his fangs showing and growl thunderously, as soon as the prostitutes approached the table that’s was all it took to scare the majority away… accept for one exceptional desperate and resistant young pale willowy thin blond male barefooted prostitute with thick white gold hair down to his hips and wearing only a women’s see-thru transparent chemise to just below his knees. The temptingly sheer garment wholly exposed his body to their view as he persistently stood next to the table, refusing to take no for an answer. No matter how many time Drakk growled at him. Actually the fragile youthful creature was worth a second glance, but eventually the demon was successful in shooed him away too with a quiet but stern “go away”. But not before the defiant boy gave all of them a sad disappointed look back and then hungrily and pathetical stared down at the remaining uneaten food on the table that sat in front them and licked his dry lips. A pair of cold cruel immoral, yet curious apprising abysmal black eyes followed him as he glided dejectedly away from the table.

Darkness finished the last of his Dark mead in one quick mouth full and then rose to his feet and excursed himself, “I’ll see you later, I need to walk off all this food before I turn in for the night, so I’ll meet you back at the room, shortly.

“My Lord be carefully, this little shit hole can be dangerous, and you know it!” Admonished Drakk!

“Yes I know, but I also can be dangerous too! Now go Drakk be alone with your little redhead and have some privacy. I’ll return in hour or so, don’t wait up for me.” Darkness then turned and walked away without looking back.”

“I fear your Lord is up to no good, Drakk darling.” Feles Whispered with a grin.

“Yeah! I know perhaps we should follow him and save him from himself,”

“If we do, he’ll be furious,” said Fe.

“But then he is always furious about something… sometime as a wizard, he thinks he is indestructible, but he is not. We’ll give him a several minutes alone then will go after him.”

Ooooo

They took their time slowly following and sneaking up on Darkness and they finally eventually found him several alleys over from the tavern, almost as soon as they turned the corner; they heard a familiar carnal sounds… the sound of someone being fucked furiously up against the wall. Moans and whimpers of pleasure echoed through the length of the alley.

They were shocked and startled to see Darkness enthusiastically fucking the little blond prostitute face first up against the wall of the tavern. One his gloved hands gathered and held up the boy’s chemise up above his waist so his bottom was sufficiently naked and exposed for his purpose. While the other hand ruthless held and twist aggressively in a large handful of pale hair. The whimpering whore was repeatedly pressed brutally up against the wall, as the eager rough rutting and thrusting wizard took his pleasure, for he appeared to show the boy little mercy in the carnal act as he ruthlessly pounded into him. The wizard ultimately gave a loud groan of climax as he pulled out of the little whore and let go of him. The worn-out boy collapsed like rag doll sliding down the face of the wall to the filthy ground covered in an abundant release of cum.

Instantly Darkness hand sought a clean corner of the boy’s chemise with which to cleans away the cum soiling him and then he did up his clothing and turned around to find Drakk and Feles staring at him with dismay, disappointment, and shock.

“What the fuck, why are you two here? Surely you two have certain needs of your own… Why must you intrude on my own business? Let me bloody alone I am not in mood for company…. now both of you screw the fuck off, mind your own business and leave me the fuck alone… for next I plan now to get very really stinking drunk and I don’t want company while I am doing it.”

Suddenly Seer Reign remembered he hadn’t paid the poor done in discarded whore. He reached for his waist pouch and then handed the youth a generous handful of gold coins and ordered harshly, “ boy use these coins for food and take a couple day to rest, and you appear about to parish from starvation. And you could even use a good bath too, while your seeing to the rest of your health.” The skinny boy whore never raised his head he was too shocked by the number of coins he held in his hand, but he quickly protectively scuttled or crawled away like a poor damaged little animal, fearing the coins would be meanly taken back from him, and that it was all a cruel joke. He fled into the night never once looking back once.

“Seer’ Reign you really are totally abusive sick bastard, I am surprised you’re even bothering to go after little Keylyn, for apparently you have no trouble betraying him at the first opportunity with little provocation!” Said furious Feles!

“Surly you know Fee my little judgmental whore, the fact has already been well establish and no surprise to any one that I am an all around Bastard…. A fact your demon mate can vouch for too, in so many and varied ways. Feles go away and leave me alone, unless of course you want to suck me off while your demon boy friends watches… perhaps we should let him joins us too, otherwise… both of you are just keeping me from my very important and mind dulling drinking binge. My plan is to be unconscious by dawn.” Then the dark moody sarcastic Wizard quietly laughed cruelly, he seemed to get a certain satisfaction and enjoyment in bating, upsetting, and angering Feles until his pale face grew flushed with fury.

A angry steaming Feles starts over to Darkness in order to strike him for insulting his lover, only to have Drakk grab hold of him and pull him back in a tight embrace and whisper in the into his ear, “Please stop now Fee love… let him alone, for now he is emotionally hurting despite his being a bastard. We must let him be, and let him handle his grief and worry in his own way. Otherwise he will be quite impossible to deal with if we don’t.”

“Sorry my kind loving Drakk… I think he is still a filthy bastard and I… absolutely I hate him.” Shrieked Feles in anger and frustrated between his clinched teeth, meanwhile incredulously, to his horror an unnatural hardness was rising painfully between his legs, from the sight he just witnessed. Truly how sick was he… was he jealous for Keylyn… or for himself???