Edie

Edie

SasatheShy

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Chapter Six: The Vile Vixen

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Thick, elegant steam swayed and swirled around the closed-in toilet room, rising from a large, heated bathing barrel resting beneath a recently heated fire. Now, only few pieces of wood glowed ruby red, crackling occasionally as they cooled down. The air smelled of heavenly lilac and rose from the petals floating in the steamy waters within the barrel.

And they had company.

Bathing there in the hot, steaming water was a gorgeous woman. She had deep, raven black hair tied in a long, wet braid. It was long and thick, floating in the steamy water along with the petals. Her very light peach skin was becoming slightly red from the heat. Her dark, chocolaty eyes rested on the water’s surface as she leaned her back against the barrel, partially exposing her beautifully large breasts. They seemed to bobble in the water.

She was taller than the barrel, having her legs out and over the barrel’s edge. Her left leg curled over her right, moving up and down slowly as the woman hummed a deep, genial tune. She lifted her left hand out of the water, bringing some petals with as she smiled.. Her smile seemed almost wicked.

While enjoying her evening bath, the woman was interrupted by a sharp knock. She lifted her gaze as the toilet door opened, and in entered a Cretchen.

The uniformed man stared down at her. He saluted as she sighed.

“What is it?” she asked with a voice as deep and beautiful as her body. She was not surprised by the man’s appearance, nor was she bothered by his obnoxious stares as he stood there. In fact, half the men working where she stayed had seen her naked body some time or another, just wishing to get a taste of her. But she only teased them, knowing there was only one man for her. To her, the Cretchens were merely servants.

“Miss Verity,” the man spoke. “Captain Cain has returned.”

Raising her head up like a swan, Verity wickedly grinned. “Oh?”

He nodded, never leaving his spot. He watched happily as Verity placed her feet in the water, and placed both hands on the ledges of the barrel as she stood to her feet. She stayed in the barrel as water dripped off her nude body. Now exposed, it was obvious as to why any man would die for her.

Though having not showed while bobbing in the water, her breasts were massive melons, saggy, yet beautiful with small, red nipples trying to peek out as the warmth from the bath water left them and cold air reached them. Her breasts swayed and bounced as she stood, and pushed back her long braid, which also was much larger than had shown. It fell past her behind, the tip still managing to touch the water.

Even lower still was her divinely trimmed vagina. Only a small amount of hair shaved to form a triangle rested above her beautiful vagina, it clearly being a sight any man could die for. Even as she stood up straight with her legs close together, her massive, pink clitoris could clearly be seen… And the sight made the Cretchen’s pants tighten greatly.

Placing her hands on her hips, Verity gave the pathetic man a good few seconds to gaze at her form. She even huffed a bit in order to make her breasts jiggle.

“Well?” she finally asked, causing the Cretchen to shift his eyes off her breasts for a second.

“Well what?” he replied.

Rolling her eyes, Verity put her left arm out, pointing over to a large purple clothing made of silky material with a yellow rope sewed on it sitting on the floor. “Hand me my robe!” she ordered loudly.

Jumping, the man fought his urging erection as he purposely moved slowly over to the robe, keeping his eyes on Verity’s body. Verity sighed, keeping a glare on him as he grabbed the dry robe and handed it to her.

She snatched it as he backed away towards the door and stood aside as she got out of the barrel. She began walking out as she gave him the chance to take a single gaze at her large buttocks before she slipped her arms through the sleeves of her fancy robe. She used the yellow rope to tie it shut, though it didn’t help much. From being wet, still, and from the silky material, she almost seemed naked still as the robe stuck to her wet body.

With a sly grin, Verity started making her way down the marble-lit hallway as Cretchens standing guard watched her go, admiring her bouncing breasts and buttocks. They all knew exactly where she was headed.

Rounding another corner, Verity stepped up to two large wood doors painted gold. She opened them widely and stepped in, looking over at Cain as he drifted away from some papers in order to look at her.

As the doors closed behind her, Verity walked straight up to Cain, pressed her body against his, and began kissing him hard.

“Mm…” he groaned, pulling away. “Verity…”

“I’ve missed you,” she cooed. “You’ve been gone for a long, long time, Cain.”

Cain eyed her, not seeming too thrilled to see her. “You’re wet.”

Verity chuckled. “Yes -- I am…”

She took his hand, swaying it back and forth. “Come on, Cain -- I’ve been waiting for weeks. I had to please myself while you were away… But now that you’re here, I can pleasure myself for your viewing, and -- perhaps gain a bit more..”

Sighing, Cain took his hand back, causing Verity to appear shocked. “Cain?”

“I am tired,” he told her. “Tonight isn’t good for me, Verity.”

This was not like her Cain. Verity was upset. She pouted playfully as she leaned against him, causing his uniform to get a little damp. “Come on Cain --” she whispered.. Just then, she gasped as Cain roughly grabbed her by the braid. He pulled hard, making her shriek, but she smiled, showing she was just as tough and as crude as he was.

Glaring, Cain dragged her over to the bed, throwing her on.

“Yes,” Verity moaned, gasping as Cain unbuckled his pants. “Yes, Cain --”

“Turn your ass around,” he ordered.

She immediately obeyed, smiling happily as she felt him give her robe a single tug, forcing it off. She gasped as her robe was flung to the floor. She felt Cain’s rough hands grab at her butt-cheeks, causing her to moan.

“Yes,” she sighed as she closed her eyes, just waiting for it. It was as if this ravishing routine was no old news to her. She dug her nails into the bed, gasping as she felt her anal hole being spread wide by Cain‘s large erection. “In that hole tonight?” she asked. She sighed. Well, it was better than no sex at all.

As Cain entered her, Verity clenched her teeth. “Good -- God…” she groaned. “Have you gotten bigger?”

Moaning, she rested her forehead against Cain’s cotton sheets as he began fucking her, thrusting in and out of her tight buttocks swiftly… Her buttocks was used to this, however, and it made Verity very wet.

She inched onto her toes, giving Cain better access.. She groaned as she felt his fingers find their way into her wet, big vagina… She moaned happily as her melon breasts swiftly swayed back and forth, touching and making soft patter noises at every given thrust.

“Fuck,” she gasped, smiling. “Cain -- fuck --”

In seconds, Cain groaned as he pulled out of her. He released over her behind, watching his seed drizzle down her two holes. He heard her sigh happily and she stood.

“Mm,” she stretched as she turned to face him. “That was…” she gaped, seeing his back was already facing her as he walked back over to his desk with his pants pulled up. The man was a fast fucker when irritated. This made Verity glare daggers at his back. She moved over to him and faced him, not caring if she was naked or not. “What is your deal tonight, Cain?”

“Leave me alone,” he said. “I gave you what you wanted, Verity --”

“What I wanted?” she asked. “You’re supposed to want me, Cain! I’m your fucking fiancée!”

Cain quickly lifted his eyes, glaring at her. He stood up straight and set down his quill on his desk. “So?”

Verity gaped. She glared. “You -- are impossible, sometimes.”

“Get used to it,” Cain said. He sighed. “I’m going to bed.”

She watched him turn into his private toilet. Angrily, she swatted at his papers, making them fall to the floor. She huffed and turned, watching as two pairs of eyes quickly left from watching through the main doors.

Grabbing her robe, Verity pulled it on and walked out of the bedroom. She found the spying culprit hurrying down the hallway, but Verity managed to catch up with the little one..

It was a young lady, roughly age twenty-three or so -- she was Verity’s replica, only she had short hair in two braids, gentler brown eyes, and freckles on her face. She was wearing a fancy red dress with white frills, and she had a bow in her hair. Verity had grabbed her by the arm, turning her around.

“Enjoy the show?” Verity asked.

The young woman said nothing. She started to look down, but Verity roughly grabbed her by the chin, forcing the lady to stare into her eyes.

“I asked you a question, Aleah,” Verity sneered.

“I saw nothing,” Aleah said with a sweet, soft voice.

Verity growled. “Do not lie to your big sister, bitch.”

Aleah was trying to be brave. “Your plan won’t work. Cain -- is too powerful.”

“Humph,” Verity snorted. She let go of her sister and stepped back. “Just goes to show that you know nothing about men, little sister.”

“I know that Cain is clever,” Aleah said. “He’s clever and rich and mean.”

Verity rolled her head back, cackling like a witch. She got close to Aleah and pinned her to the wall. “Now, you listen to me! If it weren’t for me, you’d be dead! Just like mother and father…! I promised them I’d take care of you, and that’s what I’m trying to do!” smiling, she graced her sister’s cheek, causing Aleah to shiver. “I care about you..”

“I know,” Aleah said.

“Good,” Verity grinned. She moaned, still feeling Cain’s seed between her legs. “As soon as Cain and I are married, I’ll kill him. And then, you and I shall be rich beyond our wildest dreams…”

Turning, Verity headed the opposite way of Cain’s bedroom. She had her own private room, currently. She turned to Aleah. “Everything will be perfect.”

As soon as Verity had disappeared down the hall, Aleah gently placed a hand to the wall and sniffed.

“Good for you,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I don’t like it. Sister -- why have you become such a vixen?”

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That morning, Cain was busy at work. He was preparing to take another trip to Pig’s Thigh Inn that evening. He grinned as he folded up some papers. Standing, he turned as he heard a knock at his door. “Enter!”

Verity entered.

“I bring food,” she said, carrying a tray filled with fruit and vegetables. She now wore a deep purple, silky dress only the richest got to wear.

Cain nearly snorted, but he was pretty hungry. He nodded as he sat at a small table. Verity joined him, sitting in the opposite chair as she set the tray in the middle of the table.

“Eat up,” she told him. “You need you strength.”

“You care for me too much,” he chuckled, helping himself to a couple of cherries.

“I try,” Verity said as she sensually grabbed a cherry, twirling it between her fingers.

There was a second knock at the door. Verity growled lowly. Who dare interrupt them?

“Enter!” Cain shouted, watching as Mark walked in. “Aw, Mark. Good. Time for business.”

Mark bowed. “Good morning, sir. You have some paperwork for me?”

“Yes,” Cain said. He got to his feet and went over to his desk.

Standing to her own feet, Verity glared at Mark. He did not notice this as he followed Cain over to the desk. Cain began going over some papers with him as Verity stood next to Cain. She leaned against him, not seeming to bother him as he handed Mark a few papers.

“Here,” he said to Mark. “These all need to be proofread and signed.”

“Check,” said Mark. He walked out into the hallway as Cain and Verity followed.

“Those are very important,” Cain said. “Make sure they are all correct.”

Mark nodded. He had a tough job as second-in-command. However, he knew that Cain had it even worse.

“Oh, one more thing,” Cain spoke. “This goes for the both of you. I will be having a personal guest dining with me this weekend. We are not to be disturbed..”

“Personal?” Mark asked, surprised. Cain hardly let people see into his home. Who had the honor?

Verity was just as curious. “Darling, what person might this be?”

“A secret,” he said as Aleah listened from around the far left corner, watching them. “This place needs to be orderly -- and I want it empty on that day. All of you must be gone. Understood?”

“Gone?” Verity asked, gaping. “What do you mean gone?”

“I mean gone,” Cain glared. “You could take your sister -- oh what’s her name? Oh well… You could take her out for a lady’s night while my guest is here…”

Verity put her hand on the wall. “But…”

“That’s final!” Cain shouted, causing Verity to stiffen.

“Very well,” she said coldly.

Looking from Cain to Verity, Mark caught a glimpse of Aleah. She immediately went red at seeing him and disappeared behind the corner. Blinking, Mark looked back at Cain. “As you wish, sir.”

“Very good,” Cain said. He sighed. “Now -- let me get back to my breakfast. Verity, are you going to join me?”

“Be right with you,” she said, watching Cain retreat into the bedroom as Mark left the hallway.

Angrily, Verity ran her long nails down the wall, growling low. “Who could be so important?” she wondered. She sighed, trying to control her temper. “Perhaps -- I can find out -- using a clever spy…”

Laughing, Verity straightened herself up.. She pushed back her braid as she went to join Cain back in the bedroom.

--

As Lavan dressed for another day of sweeping and cleaning tables, he watched as Pip walked in. He, Roddy, and Blythe had been gone a whole day and night, hunting. They had just now returned.

“How’d it go?” Lavan asked, curious as Pip sat on the straw bed.

He smiled. “We managed to get an elk,” he told Lavan, making Lavan sigh gratefully.

“That’s good,” he said.

Pip looked over at his dear friend. He kicked off his boots, ready to get some sleep in the straw bed. He smiled. “And how are you doing?”

Lavan went slightly red in the face. He shrugged his shoulders, sticking his nose up as he got to his feet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right,” Pip said, laughing. Lavan joined in by chuckling.

“I’m close,” he told Pip. “So close -- Edie is starting to trust me more. You and the others missed it. These group of men came to the inn last night. And guess who they were? Those fucking Cretchens.”

Pip gaped. “What? Those men -- were here?”

“Apparently their leader runs this town,” Lavan said, causing his friend to be even more shocked. “I know -- I could hardly believe it, myself. However, something spooked Edie -- anyway, she hugged me, and we were able to talk for a while…”

“Well, there’s some good news,” Pip said.

“Yes, until…” Lavan drifted. He frowned. “Captain Cain -- he’s their leader. He -- he asked Edie to dinner. She’s going to join him for dinner next week.”

Pip removed his shirt, revealing a skinny, hairless chest. He folded the shirt as he looked over at Lavan. He had no idea how to react to this. The Cretchens had nearly destroyed their village. Thankfully, they allowed Naltin to go free, but even so -- if the man of those ruthless killers ran Forter, perhaps they shouldn’t stay for much longer? “Lavan…”

Lavan sighed. He looked down at Pip. “I’m not giving up on her, if that is what you were about to suggest?”

“No,” Pip said. He laid down, pulling the covers up over his body. “Do as you like. We’re not worried about you -- but we don’t want to be here forever. Naltin needs us.”

Naltin.

Of course.

Lavan nodded. “Yes -- sleep well, Pip.”

“Take care,” Pip said, watching as his friend yet again left the room for that young lady.