The Feast

by Rowan Bree

  My friends and I first heard of you when you were captured on the way to Tyven. You were to be tried for treason in Doria. We already knew somewhat of the Order’s plans, and knew you would be a valuable asset to our cause. So we coordinated a rescue operation to spirit you from the prison convoy heading back to Doria…

  The guard’s hand rubs your clit. Your body starts to shake.

  …Unfortunately all did not go as planned. In the scuffle I lost sight of you and had to make a quick getaway. I hoped you were safe and tried looking for you in the forest afterwards. There I ran into Vale, who was looking for you too. He told me that you lost your memory, and it was then that we made our little bargain at your expense…

  If Jasper had told you all of this sooner, you might have gone with them. You might have been spared from the sadistic guard with his cock in your ass.

  …I suspected he was lying about your memory loss, but when I met you on that forest road you confirmed my worst fears. It was then I realized the stakes I was playing with. From then on I kept an eye on you and tried to subtly guide you towards our cause. Whether it was my efforts or chance that brought us together, I’m glad to have finally found the opportunity to give you this letter. …

  You come hard as tears streak the parchment making the ink run. There is no understanding of what Jasper did to you, only bitterness.

  …Here’s to hoping that your memories will one day return. And if not, we’ll just have to make some new, better ones. And here’s to saving the kingdom and seeing the Order crushed once and for all.

  It’s an honor to fight at your side,

  Jasper Swift

  The guard lets out a long, low groan and pulls out. Cum splashes your ass and thighs and you can feel him rubbing his sticky cock against you. He sticks his finger in your pussy, pushing some of his seed inside you. The unwanted contact sends more shivers through your body. You feel broken, hopeless.

  Epilogue.

  You can feel him lining himself up behind you. You scramble forward and kick him in the dick as he lunges for you. He doubles over in pain while you get to your feet and run, not caring about your torn, soiled dress, or even where you are running to. All you care about is getting away.

  You don’t get far. At bottom of the stairs are two guards. They smile at your ruined state and start to undo their belts.

  Epilogue.

  You step into the street lamp’s glow to take a look at the lizard’s offering. On his scaled palm rests a pair of small bones, part of a spine and possibly a rib. Both are charred black.

  “Omens-ss of death,” the lizard hisses. “I was sent to find you.”

  “By who?” you ask.

  “By the bones,” he replies. “Come with me if you want to live.”

  The blackened bones seem to radiate an evil aura. The longer you stare at them the more you start to wonder if your life is truly in danger.

  “You alright there?” A drunken darkwood elf comes stumbling up the street. “The lizard’s not giving you any trouble?”

  The lizard hisses and conceals the bones within the folds of his robe.

  “I’m going up to the castle if you want to come with.” The elf stands waiting just outside the ring of light.

  Go to the castle.

  Stay with the lizard.

  You decide not to take a closer look at what the lizard is holding. As you turn to leave you feel a sharp pain in the back of your head, then darkness.

  You wake up to the sickly sweet smell of straw and dirt, and when you sit up you find yourself in a large iron cage. There are more cages on either side, and behind as well. Their occupants move noisily as you slowly come to. Your head aches and you start to worry about long-term brain damage from all this head trauma.

  You first impression is that of a zoo. There is an unmistakable animal stench in the air along with inhuman hooting, howling, and braying filling the air. Indeed, your left-hand neighbor seems to be a giant wolf that is thankfully asleep, though the cages would prevent it from attacking you in any case. High above you is the vaulted underside of a large canvas tent.

  “Hey, you.”

  A lithe goblin with shaggy hair and pale green skin rattles the bars to your right, his smooth cock wiggling back and forth as he does so.

  “Where am I?” you ask.

  “Not home.”

  You try to hide your frustration, reminding yourself that goblins have their own native tongue and often don’t speak your kingdom’s language at all.

  You reply, “I know that. But what is this place?”

  “People watch. Get money.” He reaches behind his back and pulls out a silver coin, from where you don’t want to know. He bites it and grins. “Real money.”

  You don’t doubt that, but you’re still just as confused.

  “Don't pay him any mind, “a soft voice prompts you to turn around. In the cage behind yours stands a delicate young man with antlers, whose lower half morphs seamlessly into that of a deer. You have never seen one of his kind in person.

  “What is this place?” you ask him.

  He gives a sad little smile. “A place for us curiosities to make money for others.”

  “A zoo?” you ask.

  “More like a freak show,” the cervitaur replies.

  You ask about the wolf.

  The cervitaur glances guardedly towards the beast. “A reverse werewolf. He becomes human every full moon. But don’t let looks fool you. He’s much more dangerous as a human.”

  “And me?” you ask. “I’m not rare.”

  “Some curiosities don’t start out that way,” he says cryptically.

  A bang on your cage’s bars startles you. A slightly older man stands at the front, a cane in his hand. He wears a fitted three-piece suit and is looking at you appraisingly. The lizard stands beside him.

  “Any hidden talents?” the man asks.

  “No, but she can be changed,” the lizard says.

  A distant bell tolls the hour. The feast is about to start. You have to get out of this cage.

  Beg the man to let you out.

  Try to seduce him.

  “We’re here.”

  Exhausted, you lie back in the cart. You feel as if all your muscles have turned to butter and you can’t even muster the willpower to fix your dress still hiked up around your waist. Not once did Eli climax himself, though you could tell he wanted to. You wonder if he enjoys denying himself like that.

  “Shit, almost forgot.”

  A folded piece of parchment lands on your chest.

  “You were supposed to read this before we got there.”

  You unfold the parchment. Jasper’s handwriting is small and scratchy but perfectly legible. You recognize it from the note you found in your pocket, the one telling you to go to Tyven. In the light of the moon you read.

  I’ve been looking for you for some time. I had heard whispers that you had forgotten who you were, and every time I thought I was close to you, you slipped from my fingers again. A ghost with no identity to call her own.

  I had an agreement with Vale to not tell you who you were, to let you decide who you wanted to be, which side you would choose. A do-over of sorts after you lost your memory. Vale claimed it was the only fair way. Since you are reading this, it must mean that Vale is dead. I hope he did not take too many people with him.

  You were once from Doria. You watched as the Order rose to power and slowly turned your city into a church for the worship of their gods. Whether you never believed in the Order, or were a devotee with a change of heart, I do not know. What I do know is that you decided to try and warn Tyven of the growing threat the Order posed.

  My friends and I first heard of you when you were captured on the way to Tyven. You were to be tried for treason in Doria. We already knew somewhat of the Order’s plans, and knew you would be a valuable asset to our cause. So we coordinated a rescue operation to spirit you from the prison convoy heading b
ack to Doria.

  Unfortunately all did not go as planned. In the scuffle I lost sight of you and had to make a quick getaway. I hoped you were safe and tried looking for you in the forest afterwards, but with little luck. Vale, too, was looking for you, and told me that you had lost your memory. It was then that we made our little bargain at your expense.

  You are probably wondering why I agreed to such a thing, but my relationship with Vale was far too complex to explain in one letter. Perhaps in time you will come to understand the bonds that tied us together. Maybe not forgive, but at least understand.

  Here’s to hoping that your memories will one day return. And if not, we’ll just have to make some new, better ones. And here’s to saving the kingdom and seeing the Order crushed once and for all.

  It’s an honor to fight at your side,

  Jasper Swift

  You close the letter and tuck it into your dress. The stars seem too bright. Is this who you were all along? It seems fate did its job of bringing you back where you belong—with the resistance, with Eli.

  Epilogue.

  You kiss him back, savoring the smoky taste of him. The cart jostles making your teeth bump together. Eli laughs.

  He asks, “What happened to ‘not gonna happen’?”

  “Shut up,” you tell him.

  He hikes up your dress and pulls you onto his lap. Though you know Sybil and Jasper are just on the other side of the tower of crates, you let the elf remove your panties. You watch as they fly away on the wind.

  “Whoops,” Eli says. His grin is anything but apologetic.

  You shove him backwards and kiss him hard. He pulls your dress up further and you can feel the cool night air on your wet pussy. Eli’s fingers are cool too, but warm quickly as he tickles you. You reach into his pants and stroke his cock.

  The wind shifts and bits of Jasper and Sybil’s conversation drift towards you. They seem to be talking about you but you can’t make much out between the jostling of the cart and Eli’s soft moans in your ear.

  Eli stops teasing you and pulls your hips closer.

  “I’ve wanted this all night,” he says.

  “Well lucky you,” you reply.

  You push down his pants and press yourself against the length of his cock. You rub against his stiff member, your clit tingling from the stimulation. He moans and tries to reposition to enter you. But you’re not going to let him inside.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groans. He turns his head away, his face screwed up in concentration as he tries to hold back.

  You hump against him harder. You can feel his heartbeat in his pulsing cock, then a thick wet warmth as he cums all over your pussy. You cling to him, your hips moving faster and faster as you near orgasm. You bite down hard on Eli’s shoulder and let out a muffled cry.

  You continue to cling to him as you come down from your high. He strokes your back and chuckles softly in your ear.

  “You think you could go another?” he asks, his finger pressing against your ass. Even the slight pressure makes you moan and you can feel your body opening to welcome him.

  You reach for his cock but he stops you, tucking it back into his pants.

  He says, “I want to see how many times you can cum before we make it to the outpost.”

  Horny as you are, you think he might lose count before then.

  You kiss Eli deeply as he teases you with his finger, coaxing him to penetrate you. He slides his finger between your labia until it’s slick then presses again against your ass. This time it slips in.

  Eli gently fucks your ass with his finger as you hump against him. You can tell that the elf is still hard through his pants. He slips in another finger and your body instinctively clenches around his fingers. You can feel yourself coming again.

  “Number two,” Eli chuckles as you collapse against him. “Oh don’t worry, you’re safe. I was just counting.”

  You smack him in the chest for ruining the mood.

  Eli smiles. “Oh, we’re not done yet.”

  Continue.

  “We’re here.”

  Exhausted, you lie back in the cart. You feel as if all your muscles have turned to butter and you can’t even muster the willpower to fix your dress still hiked up around your waist. Not once did Eli climax himself, though you could tell he wanted to. You wonder if he enjoys denying himself like that.

  “Shit, almost forgot.”

  A folded piece of parchment lands on your chest.

  “You were supposed to read this before we got there.”

  You unfold the parchment. Jasper’s handwriting is small and scratchy but perfectly legible. You recognize it from the note you found in your pocket, the one telling you to go to Tyven. In the light of the moon you read.

  Since you are reading this, it must mean that Vale is dead. He made me promise to let you decide who you wanted to be, which side you would choose. A do-over of sorts after you lost your memory. Vale claimed it was the only fair way. You are probably wondering why I agreed to Vale’s wishes, but my relationship with the mage was far too complex to explain in one letter. Perhaps in time you will come to understand the bonds that tied us together. Maybe not forgive, but at least understand. What I am about to write I should have told you back in the forest that first time we met.

  You are from Doria. You watched as the Order rose to power and slowly turned your city into a church for the worship of their gods. Whether you never believed in the Order, or were a devotee with a change of heart, I do not know. What I do know is that you decided to try and warn Tyven of the growing threat the Order posed.

  My friends and I first heard of you when you were captured on the way to Tyven. You were to be tried for treason in Doria. We already knew somewhat of the Order’s plans, and knew you would be a valuable asset to our cause. So we coordinated a rescue operation to spirit you from the prison convoy heading back to Doria.

  Unfortunately all did not go as planned. In the scuffle I lost sight of you and had to make a quick getaway. I hoped you were safe and tried looking for you in the forest afterwards. There I ran into Vale, who was looking for you too. He told me that you lost your memory, and it was then that we made our little bargain at your expense.

  I suspected he was lying about your memory loss, but when I met you on that forest road you confirmed my worst fears. It was then I realized the stakes I was playing with. From then on I kept an eye on you and tried to subtly guide you towards our cause. Whether it was my efforts or chance that brought us together, I’m glad to have finally found the opportunity to give you this letter.

  Here’s to hoping that your memories will one day return. And if not, we’ll just have to make some new, better ones. And here’s to saving the kingdom and seeing the Order crushed once and for all.

  It’s an honor to fight at your side,

  Jasper Swift

  You close the letter and tuck it into your dress. The stars seem too bright. Is this who you were all along? It seems fate did its job of bringing you back where you belong—with the resistance, with Eli.

  Epilogue.

  You put your hand on his chest, stopping him.

  He says nothing but smiles and leans back to look at the stars. You see a flicker of flame and smell smoke. You too watch the stars, marveling at the series of events that brought you here. Something Jasper said tickles your thoughts. She belongs with us.

  “Hey,” you say to Eli. “What did Jasper mean when he said I belong with you?”

  Eli pulls a folded piece of parchment from his tunic. He hands it to you.

  “Totally forgot, sorry. He gave me this for you to read on the way.”

  You take the parchment and unfold it. Jasper’s handwriting is small and scratchy but perfectly legible. You recognize it from the note you found in your pocket, the one telling you to go to Tyven. In the light of the moon you read.

  I’ve been looking for you for some time. I had heard whispers that you had fo
rgotten who you were, and every time I thought I was close to you, you slipped from my fingers again. A ghost with no identity to call her own.

  I had an agreement with Vale to not tell you who you were, to let you decide who you wanted to be, which side you would choose. A do-over of sorts after you lost your memory. Vale claimed it was the only fair way. Since you are reading this, it must mean that Vale is dead. I hope he did not take too many people with him.

  You were once from Doria. You watched as the Order rose to power and slowly turned your city into a church for the worship of their gods. Whether you never believed in the Order, or were a devotee with a change of heart, I do not know. What I do know is that you decided to try and warn Tyven of the growing threat the Order posed.

  My friends and I first heard of you when you were captured on the way to Tyven. You were to be tried for treason in Doria. We already knew somewhat of the Order’s plans, and knew you would be a valuable asset to our cause. So we coordinated a rescue operation to spirit you from the prison convoy heading back to Doria.

  Unfortunately all did not go as planned. In the scuffle I lost sight of you and had to make a quick getaway. I hoped you were safe and tried looking for you in the forest afterwards, but with little luck. Vale, too, was looking for you, and told me that you had lost your memory. It was then that we made our little bargain at your expense.