by Rowan Bree
“That’s when I met Vale. He had heard rumors that you had lost your memory, and made me promise not to tell you who you really were. We were to let fate decide which side you would choose. In exchange he would keep my past a secret and not tell you the role I had in helping the Order. But I had no idea that Vale would try to force fate like that. I should have expected it from him.”
The stars seem too bright, scattered across the heavens without a cloud to darken them. Should you be mad at Jasper? Forgive him? Despite his mistakes, you know in your heart that he would never do anything to hurt you.
“It’s okay,” you say, kissing him on the cheek.
The past is behind you. What matters now is the road ahead. The fight is not nearly over.
Epilogue.
You ask Jasper what he said to Vale before he killed him.
Jasper glances at you, then quickly breaks your gaze to look out at the darkened countryside.
“My family never had money,” he says, “but I learned at a young age that it could be earned with very little effort on my part.”
You wonder what this has to do with Vale, but let him continue.
“There was a time when Vale used to offer me money to do small jobs for the Order. Then he started to offer more until eventually I belonged to him. I think he cared for me, in his own twisted way, because even after I escaped he never tried to kill me. He could have, but he didn’t.”
Jasper’s hand closes into a fist as tears form in his eyes.
“I did what I had to, killing him. He was using women in his dark rituals, trying to open a portal between this world and that of his ‘gods’. As far as I know he never succeeded, but the women didn’t survive his trying. I was the one who was supposed to bring these women to him. At first I didn’t know what he was doing with them, but after I found out I knew I had to leave. When I finally escaped, I vowed to destroy the Order and everything they stood for.”
You squeeze his hand.
“I told Vale I loved him,” Jasper mutters. “Stupid, right? But it worked.”
His eyes shine as he laughs. You’re glad to see a bit of the old Jasper coming back. You miss his cheesy lines and easy charm.
“There’s something else I need to tell you,” he says. “I know who you are. I knew all along, but Vale made me promise not to tell you.”
He explains, “You are from Doria before all of this, and you fled your home to come warn the capital of the Order. But you were captured by Dorian guards before you could arrive. You were transferred to a prison convoy to be tried for treason back home.
“We had heard about you and knew you were a valuable ally. We tried to rescue you from the prison convoy, but the Dorian guards were prepared and put up a good fight. I saw you fall off the back of the cart and hit your head. But I couldn’t save you. I had to flee for my life. I went back later to look for you, but you were already gone.
“That’s when I met Vale. He had heard rumors that you had lost your memory, and made me promise not to tell you who you really were. We were to let fate decide which side you would choose. In exchange he would keep my past a secret and not tell you the role I had in helping the Order. I did what I could to steer you towards us without breaking my promise. But now that Vale’s dead, the promise doesn’t matter. We’ve won.”
The stars seem too bright, scattered across the heavens without a cloud to darken them. Should you be mad at Jasper? Forgive him? He did what he could to keep you safe, to make sure you ended up where you were meant to be.
“It’s okay,” you tell him.
The past is behind you. What matters now is the road ahead. The fight is not nearly over.
Epilogue.
You pull Jasper to you, kissing him deeply. The cart jostles making your bodies bump together. You can feel his heat through his thin tunic. It’s not nearly enough.
You hike up your dress and straddle him. Though you know Sybil and Eli are just on the other side of the tower of crates, you don’t care. All you care about is Jasper. And you know he wants you too.
You shove Jasper backwards and kiss him hard. He pulls your dress up further and you can feel the cool night air on your wet pussy. Jasper’s fingers are cool too, but warm quickly as he touches you. You reach into his pants and stroke his cock.
Jaspers soft moans fill your ear.
“I love you,” he whispers.
You whisper it back to him. It’s all you need to say to each other as you flee into the night, your bodies seeking each other out for comfort and pleasure.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
Exhausted, you lie with your head on Jasper’s chest as he strokes your hair. You feel as if all your muscles have turned to butter and you can’t even muster the willpower to speak.
“I know who you are,” Jasper says. “I knew all along.”
You sit up. How could he keep something so important from you?
You can see the pain in Jasper’s eyes. He must be worried of your reaction. You decide to let him speak first to explain himself.
“I met you once before all of this,” he says. “You fled your home in Doria to come warn us of the Order, but were captured by Dorian guards on your way here. You were transferred to a prison convoy to be tried for treason back home.
“We knew you were a valuable ally and tried to rescue you from the prison convoy, but the Dorian guards were prepared and put up a good fight. I saw you fall off the back of the cart and hit your head. But I couldn’t take you with me. I had to flee for my life. I went back later to look for you, but you were already gone.
“That’s when I met Vale. He had heard rumors that you had lost your memory, and made me promise not to tell you who you really were. We were to let fate decide which side you would choose. I did what I could to steer you towards us without breaking my promise. But now that Vale’s dead, the promise doesn’t matter. We’ve won.”
You ask him why he would agree to such a thing.
“I barely escaped the Order once already. You wouldn’t know this, but I used to work for Vale. The hold that the mage had over me was powerful, and I was never quite able to get free of it. I knew that agreeing to his little game was the only way I’d be able to hide my past from you. I hope you can forgive me.”
You let Jasper’s words sink in. The stars seem too bright, scattered across the heavens without a cloud to darken them. Should you be mad at Jasper? Forgive him? He did what he could to keep you safe, to make sure you ended up where you were meant to be. You know in your heart that he would never do anything to hurt you.
“It’s okay,” you say, kissing him on the cheek.
The past is behind you. What matters now is the road ahead. The fight is not nearly over.
Epilogue.
You pull Jasper to you, kissing him deeply. The cart jostles making your bodies bump together. You can feel his heat through his thin tunic. It’s not nearly enough.
You hike up your dress and straddle him. Though you know Sybil and Eli are just on the other side of the tower of crates, you don’t care. All you care about is Jasper. And you know he wants you too.
You shove Jasper backwards and kiss him hard. He pulls your dress up further and you can feel the cool night air on your wet pussy. Jasper’s fingers are cool too, but warm quickly as he touches you. You reach into his pants and stroke his cock.
Jaspers soft moans fill your ear.
“I love you,” he whispers.
You whisper it back to him. It’s all you need to say to each other as you flee into the night, your bodies seeking each other out for comfort and pleasure.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
Exhausted, you lie with your head on Jasper’s chest as he strokes your hair. You feel as if all your muscles have turned to butter and you can’t even muster the willpower to speak.
“I know who you are,” Jasper says. “I knew all along.”
You sit up.
How could he keep something so important from you?
You can see the pain in Jasper’s eyes. He must be worried of your reaction. You decide to let him speak first to explain himself.
“I met you once before all of this,” he says. “You fled your home in Doria to come warn us of the Order, but were captured by Dorian guards on your way here. You were transferred to a prison convoy to be tried for treason back home.
“We knew you were a valuable ally and tried to rescue you from the prison convoy, but the Dorian guards were prepared and put up a good fight. I saw you fall off the back of the cart and hit your head. But I couldn’t take you with me. I had to flee for my life. I went back later to look for you, but you were already gone.
“That’s when I met Vale. He had heard rumors that you had lost your memory, and made me promise not to tell you who you really were. We were to let fate decide which side you would choose. But I had no idea that Vale would try to force fate like that. I should have expected it from him.”
You ask him why he would agree to such a thing.
“I barely escaped the Order once already. You wouldn’t know this, but I used to work for Vale. The hold that the mage had over me was powerful, and I was never quite able to get free of it. I knew that agreeing to his little game was the only way I’d be able to hide my past from you. I hope you can forgive me.”
You let Jasper’s words sink in. The stars seem too bright, scattered across the heavens without a cloud to darken them. Should you be mad at Jasper? Forgive him? Despite his mistakes, you know in your heart that he would never do anything to hurt you.
“It’s okay,” you say, kissing him on the cheek.
The past is behind you. What matters now is the road ahead. The fight is not nearly over.
Epilogue.
It’s a risk, but you pull Jasper to you, kissing him deeply. He kisses you back with equal passion. The cart jostles making your bodies bump together. You can feel his heat through his thin tunic.
You hike up your dress and straddle him. Though you know Sybil and Eli are just on the other side of the tower of crates, you don’t care. All you care about is Jasper. And you know he wants you too.
You shove Jasper backwards and kiss him hard. He pulls your dress up further and you can feel the cool night air on your wet pussy. Jasper’s fingers are cool too, but warm quickly as he touches you. You reach into his pants and stroke his cock.
Jaspers soft moans fill your ear.
“I want you,” he whispers.
You whisper it back to him. It’s all you need to say to each other as you flee into the night, your bodies connecting as they have ached to for so long.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
Exhausted, you lie with your head on Jasper’s chest as he strokes your hair. You feel as if all your muscles have turned to butter and you can’t even muster the willpower to speak.
“I know who you are,” Jasper says. “I knew all along.”
You sit up. How could he keep something so important from you?
You can see the pain in Jasper’s eyes. He must be worried of your reaction. You decide to let him speak first to explain himself.
“I met you once before all of this,” he says. “You fled your home in Doria to come warn us of the Order, but were captured by Dorian guards on your way here. You were transferred to a prison convoy to be tried for treason back home.
“We knew you were a valuable ally and tried to rescue you from the prison convoy, but the Dorian guards were prepared and put up a good fight. I saw you fall off the back of the cart and hit your head. But I couldn’t take you with me. I had to flee for my life. I went back later to look for you, but you were already gone.
“That’s when I met Vale. He had heard rumors that you had lost your memory, and made me promise not to tell you who you really were. We were to let fate decide which side you would choose. I did what I could to steer you towards us without breaking my promise. But now that Vale’s dead, the promise doesn’t matter. We’ve won.”
You ask him why he would agree to such a thing.
“I barely escaped the Order once already. You wouldn’t know this, but I used to work for Vale. The hold that the mage had over me was powerful, and I was never quite able to get free of it. I knew that agreeing to his little game was the only way I’d be able to hide my past from you. I hope you can forgive me.”
You let Jasper’s words sink in. The stars seem too bright, scattered across the heavens without a cloud to darken them. Should you be mad at Jasper? Forgive him? He did what he could to keep you safe, to make sure you ended up where you were meant to be. You know in your heart that he would never do anything to hurt you.
“It’s okay,” you say, kissing him on the cheek.
The past is behind you. What matters now is the road ahead. The fight is not nearly over.
Epilogue.
You can’t hold it any longer.
You moan as the warm liquid pours out of you. The prince pushes aside your panties to feel it run down his fingers. You feel indescribable relief but also intense shame as a couple guests look your way. They frown in disgust as the puddle grows underneath you.
The prince rubs your clit making you come even as the piss keeps flowing. He doesn’t let you go until every last drop has left you.
“Disgusting little slut,” he says with amusement. “I think we’re going to get along quite well.”
You stand shakily letting your dress fall back into place. You can feel the wetness still running in rivulets down your legs. You need to find a place to clean yourself up.
A commotion at the far end of the room keeps you from getting far. Two Order members in black robes drag an unconscious darkwood elf into the room. You immediately recognize Eli and wonder what he’s doing here. Jasper said he wasn’t coming to the feast. It was supposed to be just you, Jasper, and Sybil.
Vale positions Eli on his knees in the center of the circle etched into the stone floor. The elf’s head lolls forward against his chest.
Vale snaps his fingers. Eli’s eyes flutter and he wakes with a stream of epithets for the Order. Vale silences him with an invisible gag. Eli’s arms are bound likewise by magic to his sides. His face turns purple as he tries to fight them.
“The sacrifice is ready. All we need is your word,” Vale says over Eli’s angry grunts.
You look to where Vale is addressing and see a man seated on a plush chair off to the side. He is wearing a golden crown and the finest robes coin can buy. Beside him are several stiff-looking guardsmen. They look to one another in unease but avoid the gaze of their king.
“He is a traitor to the kingdom?”
Vale nods gravely. “Your guardsmen will recognize him from the prisons. He only escaped recently. Among his outstanding charges are public indecency, resisting arrest, belligerent drunkenness, and treason. He has been spreading the lies of the rebellion and causing unrest amongst your people. And I believe the punishment in Tyven for treason is death?”
The king strokes his beard in thought. “And if you make this sacrifice, my wife will return?”
Vale nods again. “Returned to full life as if she had never left. She will feel as though she was ill for a long time but won’t remember her death.”
A pained look appears on the king’s face. He coughs to cover it.
“Very well. I grant you permission to proceed.”
It might be a trick of the light but you think you see the mage’s eyes flash red. He smiles and rubs his hands together.
“Looks like this is the end for you,” he says to Eli, pulling a dagger from his robes.
Eli’s eyes bulge with fear at the sight of the weapon.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to gut you. Too bad Jasper’s not here to see you die.”
He raises the dagger and begins to chant. The candles in the room flare brighter and a wind stirs though there are no open windows. If you do
nothing Eli is going to be sacrificed, but do you stand a chance against a room full of mages and three of the king’s guards? You wish Jasper were here.
Attack Vale.
Make a distraction so Eli can escape.
You can’t hold it any longer.
You moan as the warm liquid pours out of you. The prince pushes aside your panties to feel it run down his fingers. You feel indescribable relief but also intense shame as a couple guests look your way. They frown in disgust as the puddle grows underneath you. The prince rubs your clit making you come even as the piss keeps flowing.
Something comes scampering out of the crowd. It is an imp with a collar around its neck, drawn by your filthy scent. The hunched little creature laps at you making the prince laugh.
“Sick little bastards, aren’t they?” he chuckles.
He doesn’t let you go until every last drop has left you. The imp scampers away when there is no more to drink.
Finally the prince lets you go. You stand shakily letting your dress fall back into place. You can feel the wetness still running in rivulets down your legs. You need to find a place to clean yourself up.
A commotion at the far end of the room keeps you from getting far. Two Order members in black robes drag an unconscious darkwood elf into the room. You immediately recognize Eli and wonder what he’s doing here. Jasper said he wasn’t coming to the feast. It was supposed to be just you, Jasper, and Sybil.
Vale positions Eli on his knees in the center of the circle etched into the stone floor. The elf’s head lolls forward against his chest.