Edie

Edie

SasatheShy

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Chapter Seven: Second in Command

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Mark closed the door to his small chamber. He looked about, holding several papers in his hand as he walked over to a small desk he claimed as his own. The desk was perfectly neat, with a small oil lamp, a candle, some stamps, and a quill dipped in ink. Instead of having a nice chair like the captain’s, Mark had a small stool. This, however, did not bother him.

Setting the many papers he had to go over and sign on his desk, Mark stood up straight as he looked around his tiny quarter.

Just behind his desk was his bed. Made of straw and twigs, it had two fuzzy brown sheets scattered messily and hanging off the ledges. He had a small, round pillow filled with duck feathers, and a tiny dresser with another oil lamp, orange and tall, resting on top of it.

One would assume, with Mark being second-in-command to the Cretchens, that he’d have a much well organized and clean living space.

Far from it.

In fact, Mark was paid very little, as were all of the Cretchens. Like so many before him, most Cretchens that had ended up working for Cain had had previous lives filled with disturbance. It was fact that most Cretchens, such as Hyatt, started out as ruthless kidnappers, murderers, and rapists. They had poor labels planted over their heads, and Cain found this to be exquisite. He hired only the best of the best.

But Mark was not like the others. Mark was different; shy; honest; faithful. He and Cain had met almost fourteen years back, and something special about Mark intrigued Cain. So much, in fact, that even before Mark accepted his role as a Cretchen, even with Cain’s deliberate mind being made up, Mark was dedicated as second-in-command. Mark was the only man, in fact, that Cain somehow respected, and it gained Mark what he now had.

Up to this point, Mark had managed to keep his heart in his chest. He disagreed with most of Cain’s ways, and for the most part, Mark kept out of Cain’s way. He was a Cretchen, yet his way of doing things made most other Cretchens hate him.

Mark was no kidnapper. Mark was no rapist. He was no murderer.

And the other Cretchens hated him for it.. Somehow, without slaughtering a single soul, Mark was still Cain’s favorite.

Sitting at his desk, Mark took the top paper from the pile and placed it in front of him. He began reading through it just as three abrupt knocks caused him to lose his place. Frowning, he slowly looked up at his closed door. “It is open.”

His door slowly opened with a long squeak. Verity appeared, giving him a sly grin as the door hit the wall.

“Verity?” Mark said with surprise. He slowly stood. “What brings you to my bedroom?”

Not yet speaking, Verity turned and closed the door softly. She waited a couple of seconds before turning back to face Mark. She walked over to him as she eyed his room. “You -- uh -- decorate nicely.”

Such a jerky compliment caused Mark to raise an eyebrow. “Yes…?”

“Perhaps I should just cut to the chase,” Verity chuckled, finding herself to be humorous. “I’ve come searching for answers.”

“Answers?” Mark asked.

“About Cain,” Verity said as she lowered the left strand of her dress. She walked around Mark’s desk, inching closer and closer to him, causing him to stiffen.

“What about the captain?”

Verity chuckled. She placed a hand on Mark’s desk, keeping herself balanced as she looked up at his face. He was making sure to keep his head focused forward, avoiding eye contact. “About his so-called personal guest. I want to know who it is, and I think you know.”

“Well, sorry to disappoint you,” said Mark. “But I’m just as puzzled as you are.”

Mark clenched his teeth as Verity’s sudden slithery hand moved along his hip, gliding its way up his chest.

“Come now, Mark,” he heard her whisper into his ear, “There must be something you know. You are Cain’s right-hand man, aren’t you?”

“That does not mean he tells me everything,” Mark said. He knew what she was trying to do, but with him, it wouldn’t work. He was, perhaps, the only man staying in Cain’s mansion that had not had the honor of gazing upon Verity’s body when unclothed. And he had no care to see it.

“Nothing?” Verity asked. “You know nothing at all?”

“Sorry,” Mark said. Closing his eyes, he stepped back, forcing her hands off of him. He could hear a startled gasp escape her lips as he reopened his eyes. He stared down at her, watching as she crossed her arms crisply. She looked mad as a bull, and Mark was certain at any given second, steam would blow out of her nostrils.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” he told her as he, too, folded his arms. “I have work to do.”

Sound became absent for some seconds as the two stared each other down. The quietness was soon broken by loud, obnoxious cackling coming from deep within Verity’s throat. She uncrossed her arms, covering her mouth in shame as she laughed.

“Forgive me,” she said rudely, snorting. “I do not mean to laugh at you, Mark. I am just shocked.”

“Shocked?” Mark questioned.

“Yes, shocked. I’ve never met a man as -- strange as you. Why, it makes me question whether or not you have the ability to -- handle your job.”

Baffled by this woman’s sick sincerity, Mark slowly lowered his arms to his sides. He gave off a few blinks to show his surprise. “W -- what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve watched you,” Verity claimed as she put the palm of her hands against Mark’s desk, eying him dangerously. “You’d do anything for Cain, whether it be signing a few papers or bringing him his morning tea.”

“That’s --” Mark began, but paused. He looked down.

Verity grinned like a bobcat. “You’re pathetic, Mark. You’re a pathetic excuse for a Cretchen, and if Cain had any brains, he’d let you go.”

Mark’s head forced itself up as he icily watched her. “Cain can’t live without me.”

“We’ll see,” Verity said as she stood up straight. Taking the sides of her dress for balance, Verity stepped back, ready to make her leave. “Perhaps once Cain and I are married, he’ll see what you truly are. A coward. Weakling!”

‘Don’t be upset by this, though. If Cain is generous enough, he may get you a job at some local fishing market or something.’

She opened the door and stepped outside, keeping her hand firmly latched onto the door handle. She kept her eyes on Mark, noticing that he had started shivering in his boots. This made her laugh on the inside.

“Poor, pathetic Mark,” she said as she closed the door.

Had a part of what she said been the truth? Was Mark truly weak?

Gulping down gunk caught in his throat, Mark took a deep breath as he stared down at his hands. He slightly frowned as he made fists.

No. She had to be wrong. Cain appreciated Mark, and what he did. There was no chance of Mark getting booted, especially after Cain’s promise.. That promise those many years ago when they had met, and a secret Mark could not let go of. A secret only Cain knew about.

There was no chance.

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Two days after his return home, Cain was dressing up nicely for his second visit to Pig’s Thigh Inn. Either side of him stood Hyatt and Mark, both standing ready to go with him. Hyatt was grinning, anxious to get back to the inn and pick out his next whore to please. Mark tempted to roll his eyes at the bigger Cretchen, but kept his posture as Cain faced them.

“Let’s go,” said Cain as they nodded.

Neither Mark nor Hyatt knew as to why their captain wanted to return to Pig’s Thigh Inn so soon. It was not like him, and each of them were suspicious. Hyatt seemed to care less, however, knowing he’d get sex out of it -- Mark was more aware, but from his short time with Verity two days ago, he was sure it’d be bad to try and figure out why Cain was so keen on going back.

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The three men entered the inn. Now late in the evening, Edie’s service was closed. The placed was pretty empty. Cain was glad. Perhaps this would give him a chance to speak with Edie in private? Grinning, he waved to Tonisha, she having spotted them from her spot behind the counter.

Cain sat between Mark and Hyatt as Tonisha walked over to them, smiling slyly as she swayed her lips left and right, making her purple dress ruffle.

“Well, well,” she grinned. “Back so soon?”

“We couldn’t stay away,” Hyatt answered, which did not seem to bother Cain. “Is Leigh here?”

“Sorry,” Tonisha pouted. “Leigh’s unavailable. But -- hmm… Rossi! This man needs some loving.”

A young woman with short curly hair and a large bosom turned. She walked over to Hyatt and pulled him off his feet. He accepted this change as he was led upstairs.

Tonisha turned her attention towards Mark. The man was looking miserable. This made Tonisha pout some more as Cain asked, “Is that lovely cook of yours awake?”

“I think she is,” Tonisha said. She helped herself to a seat, not caring if this angered Cain or not. The inn belonged to her. She could sit with any men she pleased. “Captain Cain, have you grown fond of my little chef?”

“Perhaps,” Cain said. He leaned back, letting his legs rest on the table.

The sudden wrinkles gazing along Mark’s cheekbones indicated he was confused. He’s not seen his captain in such a mood before. Was this secret cook the reason they were there?

Tonisha looked from Mark to Cain. She smiled and rested her hands on the table. “She may still be down in the kitchen. You are welcome to go down there, Cain.”

Removing his legs from the table, Cain took a stand. “I think I will. Thank you, Tonisha.”

Mark watched his captain leave through the back door. He was a bit stunned. He turned his attention on Tonisha. “What was that about?”

“Forget that,” Tonisha said. “Is something bothering you?”

Urging not to become stiff as a rock, Mark casually glanced away. His eyes roamed to another table filled with customers getting drunk off their asses.

“I think you are too into me, miss,” he found himself saying, gaining a short laugh from Tonisha.

“Is there anything wrong with that?” she asked.

Thinking about it for a moment, Mark ended up shrugging his shoulders. “I guess not.”

Mark was mysterious. There was no doubt about that. He had this soothing, rich voice, and still, emotionless face. Even so, it made Tonisha feel as if she were being teased. She could not pry her eyes off of him.

“Tonisha,” she soon heard him say, though he had said so exceptionally soft that she had assumed she had imagined it. However, he continued, louder and more fixed on her. “That’s your name, right? Tonisha?”

“Yes,” she said. “It is. Why? Does it -- interest you?”

He went quiet again, which was really starting to piss Tonisha off. She sighed as she put her hand over his. As she had hoped, she got his attention. He stared down at her soft hand, eying the rings on her fingers.

“There’s no need to be afraid of me,” she cooed, leaning forward.

Afraid? Mark was far from afraid.

Wasn’t he?

Verity’s words still hung heavily in his mind, viciously repeating over and over. It was starting to make him feel light-headed, but somehow Tonisha’s single touch was keeping him from exploding in rage.

With little resentment, Mark soon had his eyes on Tonisha. She was still giving him that beautiful smile, waiting for him to speak with her. She was mesmerizing, both with words and her amazing body. Mark was beginning to fall for her dashing appearance and worrisome face. This made him place his other hand atop Tonisha’s own comforting hand.

“Am I weak?” he then asked. The question flew Tonisha in for a loop.

“Weak?” she repeated, wondering if she had heard him right. “Well, I don’t know. Do you feel that you are?”

Mark peered down, letting his gaze land on Tonisha’s glamorous cleavage. “No.”

“Well then, you must not be,” Tonisha said as she chuckled.

Those few words was all it took to make Mark rise to his feet. Tonisha stared up at him, befuddled by his actions. She watched as he circled the table and leaned down before her. He stared her deep in the eyes, watching as she lightly turned pink, even through her lovely brown cheeks.

“Is that offer from before still available?” he then asked, shocking himself and, without hesitation, Tonisha as she breathed out a short laugh and smiled.

“It is,” she whispered.

Taking her hand, he helped her off the stool and began leading her upstairs.

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Tonisha looked around the small room. It was the very same room she had brought Mark into last time -- only last time did not end well. Smiling, she turned, watching as he closed the door behind them. She stepped forward and locked it using her special key. Setting it in her pocket, she dreamily gazed up at him.

“Are you sure this time?” she asked, teasing him a bit as she took his hand. Unfortunately, Mark wasn’t one for teasing. She immediately gave him an apologetic look as they went over to the small bed.

Pausing at the foot of the bed, Mark stared down at it while thinking. Tonisha waited for any sort of response, only soon figuring out why he had paused, herself. She smiled up at the virgin male. Slowly, she helped to sit him on the bed. He allowed her as she stood in front of him, causing both of them to be aware of this similar scene.

Mark kept his eyes fixated on Tonisha’s face, taking it in before saying, “You’re beautiful.”

Pulling her head back, Tonisha gave him a gentle smile. “Why, thank you. What a wonderful compliment.”

“I’m being serious,” he then said.

“I --” Tonisha began. Pausing, she held back a giggle. “Thank you.”

Mark lifted his head, leaning up best he could as his lips met Tonisha’s. He could feel her kissing him back as gentle hands found the back of his head, rubbing along his neck and up into his soft brown hairs. Mark was impressed by Tonisha’s lips; large; smooth; moist… They were delicious, and he tenderly kept his lips pressed against them as his tongue glided and danced with hers. They shared spittle, becoming more and more sensual from the many different tastes they brought into the kiss. But as fast as Mark’s first kiss had started, it had ended due to his needing air. He breathed in and out with his mouth, staring up at Tonisha as she warmly smiled down at him, awaiting his next move.

The Cretchen knew what he next wanted. He eyed her large bosom ready to burst out from behind the lacy green dress. He gently placed his palms on each breast, touching them carefully, for he was not sure how Tonisha would react. He was pleased as she leaned her head back and moaned.

Eagerly, Mark tugged at Tonisha’s dress, making the innkeeper gasp. She stared down at him and grinned as she pushed his hands off her cleavage. She playfully wagged a finger at him as her hands lifted to her sleeves. Mark slightly leaned back to enjoy this sudden show, watching as the sleeves lowered a little -- a little more -- and soon Tonisha had exquisitely slid the sleeves off of her arms without exposing her breasts.

Mark was impressed.

He watched on as Tonisha pushed forward, using her breasts as bait. She placed her hands on her cups, pretending to lower it enough for Mark to catch a glimpse, perhaps, of her areola or a nipple -- but she quickly moved the cups of her dress back into place, making Mark gap.

Standing up straight before Mark, Tonisha lowered her arms to her sides. She gave him a short nod and eyed her cleavage, showing that he may now give it a tug and see what awaited him.

Smirking, Mark shakily lifted his arms, prepared to view his first pair of breasts. He placed his hands on them, slithering his fingers into the cups before pulling it down.

Two beautifully large, round, brown mounds stared straight at him. Dark nipples poked out, making his pants tighten.

Tonisha enjoyed watching Mark’s reaction. He reminded her of Leigh when she first gazed upon this amazing, pricy dress displayed at a store. For Leigh, the dress was something new and exciting, as are Tonisha’s breasts for Mark. She watched as he unsurely lifted one hand. She disliked the fact that he was hesitating.

“Go ahead,” she whispered. “Please touch them.”

“Don’t rush me,” he grinned. He gently lifted his hand palm up, placing it beneath her right breast. He balanced the gorgeous mound in his hand, pleased by its softness as Tonisha smiled seductively down at him. His second hand soon joined in, taking the left breast. As his first pair, and with them being as busty and brilliant as they were, Mark ached to take in every little curve.

With each breast resting nicely in Mark’s hands, he slowly lifted them up. This motion caused a sharp groan to leave Tonisha as she admired his first-time handiwork. She loved how interested he was in her breasts, and she was looking forward to more. He patted them from underneath, making them wobble up and down. Tonisha lightly laughed, but it had felt amazingly good that she couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip.

Mark began craving a taste for those two mounds. Leaning forward, he lifted his head and latched onto Tonisha’s right breast, suckling at her nipple happily as she cried out with joy.

She grasped his shoulders as she leaned her head back.

Fuck, Tonisha tasted delicious. So smooth and warm and sweet. Mark was loving every second as his tongue slid around, up, down, and across her right nipple. He pulled on it with his teeth, anxious on how Tonisha would react to this. He was rewarded by a sharp gasp, following a moan. This made Mark satisfied. He moved on to please the left breast, taking in the sad, lonely left nipple. Tonisha’s right nipple had hardened and poked out as the other was getting wonderful treatment.

Tonisha was impressed. For a beginner, Mark was making her melt like butter in his arms. She could already feel moisture between her legs. She groaned and glanced down at his head. She kissed the top of it, making him pull back and look up at her.

The two kissed again.

“I --” Mark gasped. “I’m not sure…”

Smiling, Tonisha slowly got on her knees. She squeezed her fingers between Mark’s legs, forcing them open. As her hands slithered up his inner thighs, Mark grew more tense. He watched as a hand found his bulge. He went red, even though it felt amazing.

He watched on as she unbuckled his pants. Before he knew it, his erection was out and in her face. He took notice of a sly smile gracing her lips as she admired his penis. He was of decent size, and Tonisha had the honor of taking the first glance.

“Wow,” she grinned, chuckling as she watched his face turn red. “Don’t be shy.”

Shaking his head, Mark said, “I’m not -- shy…”

Being fair as a willow, Tonisha began rubbing her hand up and down Mark’s shaft, making sure to keep a smile on her face as he watched her perform his penis with expertise. He breathed in as his eyes gazed down at Tonisha’s pink tongue as it slipped out between her lips. It pressed against his shaft, licking up and around his dark tip.

“D -- damn,” he grunted, feeling himself becoming increasingly excited.

“Feels good?” asked Tonisha.

Staring at Mark’s penis, Tonisha took a moment’s pause to adore it. Then, with one quick motion, she had engulfed the entire thing, moaning as the tip hit the back of her throat. She sent a wave of vibration coursing throughout Mark’s body.. She loved pleasing a man… And able to please Mark made her even more so.

She continued suckling on his penis, showing such expertise while bobbing her head up and down. She could already taste a sweet, almost bitter taste of pre-cum leaving his tip. She knew from his intensified groan that it was time for him to take command.

Pulling away, Tonisha left Mark stunned as she stood to her feet. He stared up at her with confusion written over his face. “You stopped?”

“I can’t do everything,” Tonisha giggled. “Mm… Besides, I want to feel good, too.”

Nodding his head, Mark kept still. He looked around at the bed, then back up at Tonisha as he tried deciphering what to do next. “So…”

“You’re in charge,” Tonisha demanded. She pointed a sharp finger at him and wiggled a bit in order to cause her mounds to bounce and sway. “Don’t make me do everything… Whatever you want to do. Here, there is no rules.”

No rules?

Mark looked to the floor for a moment. He thought of all those times where he’d appear as second, and all those times the other Cretchens would sneer at him behind his back, gossiping about his past, spitting lies about exactly how he had come to meet Cain, and how he had become second-in-command.

Currently, none of that shit mattered.

Rising to his feet, Mark took Tonisha from around the waist. He roughly began kissing her, pushing back all other thoughts. He sneaked one hand up to her right breast, grabbing and squeezing it with force, causing a sharp squeak to clog Tonisha’s throat.

As he pulled away, he could see a dazedness in her eyes. Knowing he had caused this, Mark grinned joyously. He quickly turned her body, forcing her to take his spot at the foot of the bed. She only got a moment’s glance before realizing he was kneeling.. With only a second to realize Mark’s actions, Tonisha gasped in shock as she felt both the remainder of her dress and her undergarments at her ankles.

Immediately, she peered down. Mark was admiring what rested between her legs. A few fuzzy hairs and two poorly shaved sides was all he could see. Nonetheless, he was captivated. He lifted his left hand and squeezed his fingers between her legs, feeling warmth and dampness. He listened to her moaning from his touch. But with just this, he was not appeased.

Itching for the full view, he placed his hands on her waist and pushed her onto the bed. She fell without arguing as she soon laid on her back, making her dress and undergarments fall off her feet. Her breasts flattened and went out to her sides due to their great size. She smiled up at Mark as he spread her legs. She helped and placed her now bare feet up on the bed, giving Mark a full view of her beautiful vagina.

She knew he was impressed with her nude body. “Like what you see?”

“Very,” he groaned.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Tonisha made her breasts come closer together as she sensually licked her bottom lip. “Do whatever you like with me..”

Kneeling, Mark reached forward and pulled Tonisha’s moist lips wide. He stared into her vagina and grinned. The sight was amazing. The scent was intoxicating. The texture was breathtaking. How about taste?

Leaning down, Mark let out his tongue as he licked up and over her wet hole. He was sure him doing this would feel just as good as it had when she licked up his shaft. And when hearing her whimper softly, he licked and ate at her even more.

The taste was -- sweet; different. Even if some may find it nasty, pleasing Tonisha in such a way was making Mark’s penis stay hard.

Tonisha could not believe her luck. Something about Mark twisted at her insides. She could feel her warm juices flowing out of her vagina, and knowing he was licking it all up made her release even more. She began massaging her breasts back and forth as Mark’s teeth met her clitoris. She gasped loudly, feeling herself having her first orgasm of the night. She panted and grasped Mark’s hair, causing him to stop.

“Mark,” she moaned. “That -- I -- I --”

It was clear that she wanted to feel him inside her. But she knew he was in charge. As she watched him stand, she gave him a lust filled grin. “I think -- it’s only fair that I see you completely now..”

At first, Mark seemed confused as to what she had meant. However, he quickly understood as he looked down. He was still completely clothed, even with his penis hanging out of his pants.

He removed his uniform for her, revealing his slightly hairy chest and slightly hairy genitals. Tonisha loved men that weren’t very hairy. Normally, she’d have those very types paying to have a night with her, but Mark, again, was different. She waited as he removed his boots.. Once he was unclothed, she waited for his next move.

To her greatest pleasure, she had not needed to wait long. She let her arms lie on her sides as Mark positioned his tip at her entrance. He rubbed at her vagina, gathering juices to lubricate his penis with. He shuddered a bit from just this as he eyed her.

“Ready?” he asked.

Smiling, Tonisha answered, “Only if you are.”

Feeling reassured, Mark gave her a genial smile. He slowly began rubbing his penis between her moist lips before easing his penis into her vagina. Once connected, the two let out sensuous, sync moans.

“Fuck,” Mark growled. He stared down at their connected sexes, seeming stunned that this was really happening. Taking a deep breath, he began thrusting his hips, pulling out of her before plunging right back in.

Tonisha grasped the bed sheets as she was fucked. She moaned and gasped from every little thrust. His penis, clinging to her insides, felt longer and bigger. It was making her go crazy.. She further spread her legs, lifting them high for better positioning. Her breasts bobbled about, causing her to feel even more pleasured.

“Yes…” she gasped. “God, Mark… Faster.”

Faster? Well, Mark wanted to oblige to this. He got a bit closer, resting his knees on the bed as he hovered only inches above her. He began ramming best he could for his first time. However, from what he could tell, Tonisha was enjoying this very much.

“God,” she shrieked. “Yes! Pound me, Mark.. Pound me!”

Mark made sure to keep his eyes open. He made sure to keep them focused on Tonisha and her lovely, bouncing bosom. Leaning down, he suckled on her right nipple as he found his pace quickening. He could feel Tonisha’s arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer. The two fucked in this position for a good few minutes… But Tonisha soon tired of this and took over…

Soon, Mark had his back against the bed with his arms on Tonisha’s hips as she bounced up and down on top of him. He watched Tonisha move with such ease on his shaft.. Her breasts bounced crazily for him, which he appreciated very much. He arched his head back, groaning as her vagina sucked on his penis wonderfully.

“So good,” panted Tonisha as she began sweating. “Yes…”

“Mm…” moaned Mark. He reached his hands up, grabbing Tonisha’s breasts. He held them still, though struggled as they tried to get out of his hands in order to keep bouncing.

The moment he grabbed her breasts, Tonisha released a magical gasp as her fourth orgasm that night found her. She slowed her pace and soon stopped.. She smiled down at him, showing she wanted more -- but not like this.

Again, the two switched positions.. Tonisha got on her hands and knees as Mark came up behind her. He wasted no time as he pushed into her from behind, immediately causing her to moisten.

“God,” Tonisha glowed as her eyes rolled back. She closed them as she was pounded from behind. Mark was learning well.. His instincts made him a good fuck. Normally, Tonisha would force the men to do her in the ass by this time, but she decided that with Mark, she’d let him take her in her main hole throughout their fun session. She was sure he was close to releasing. “M -- Mark -- don’t come inside me…”

“I --” Mark began. He cringed a bit as he went faster, pushing her down as he positioned himself better.

“Mark!” she gasped. Her eyes opened wide. She knew she was leaking all over the bed. “Please!”

Groaning, Mark took four final thrusts before pulling out of her. He had her turn on her back as he crawled over her stomach.. In seconds, his white seed sprayed over Tonisha’s stomach and breasts. She happily accepted the stickiness as she had a final orgasm over the bed sheets.

Gasping for air, Mark slowly laid atop her as the two caught their breaths together. The room became more quieter, not including the soft pants leaving them. Slowly, Tonisha wrapped her arms around Mark’s back and held him close. Something she’s done with no other customer.