Ephemeral - Chapter 3 - Betrayed

Chapter 3 - Betrayed

(Continued from: Discovery)

"So, you see, my good man, nothing could be truer than the fact that women, in their endless pursuit of that folly, will ever be enamored by men such as myself," Lord Grant surmised to his walking companion, a one Lord Wilhelm of Brantingham, House of Redsham.

"I must agree that my observations do support your point of view, Gran," Lord Wilhelm chuckled. "Pray they continue to 'bend' to your charms for the foreseeable future!"

The two lords stopped suddenly as a pair of individuals, one blond-haired male in a green tunic and ill-fitting red trousers, and the other a female in a fine black cloak, hood pulled over her head and her curly brown hair spilling out around the sides, burst forth from the door to Lord Idelson's manor. The two odd characters looked this way and that and bolted in the opposite direction of the two gape-mouthed lords.

"Idelson entertains all sorts of murky types, these days, it seems," Lord Wilhelm snorted disdainfully.

"Indeed, the entire township shall be beset by rogues 'fore we know it." Lord Grant agreed. "Anyway, as I was saying..."

 

"This way," Tristan urged the cloaked woman who was following him. They exited the double front doors of the old manor house in a hurry, nearly tearing the doors off the hinges and leaving behind a very confused old cook wiping the sleep out of her eyes in the foyer. Their sudden exit startled two finely-dressed gentlemen on the dirty cobblestone street in front of the house. They ignored the two men and proceeded in the other direction. The gray, overcast skies above lent a gloom to the outdoors and moisture seemed to cling to everything, particularly the street, making navigation hazardous.

Tristan knew of an abandoned warehouse a few blocks from their current location that would offer some shelter. As if in answer to his thoughts, they heard Arnold cursing at the top of his lungs at the cook back in the manor house, demanding to know where the couple who had just sprinted down the stairs had gone.
 

"I don't rightly know," was all the cook said in answer to Arnold's question as to the whereabouts of the strange pair who had just run through, remembering his grotesque grab at her earlier. "Now, if yous don't mind, I've plenty of work to do feedin' the bunch that will be wakin' up soon, if ye haven't already woken them up with all your commotion."

Arnold pushed the doors open roughly, stepped outside, and looked around. Two dandy's had just passed the front door. They must have seen that little urchin, Tristan and the cunt who had put a bolt in his arm and kneed him in the balls.

"You there! Good sirs!" Arnold put on his best manners, though they befit not his shabbily put together self. His arm was a mess from his hasty bandage job and his trousers were splattered with semen, bits of shit, vomit, and blood.

"The scoundrels Idelson keeps in his house these days! Just keep moving, Wil," one said and ushered the other along, quickening their pace at the sight of the disheveled townguard.

Arnold caught site of two figures disappearing around a corner further up the street, past the two lords. He took off in a run after them, his boots thudding on the pavement under his great weight, small puddles of water splashing in their wake.
 

Haline found it increasingly difficult to maintain the pace Tristan kept in their flight. She hadn't slept properly in quite some time and, as the adrenalin from the early morning terror was wearing off, the muscles in her legs complained bitterly while her pelvis was still sore from the abuse of the strange creatures that had so violently raped her. Added to that was the fact that the cloak wasn't so thick as to keep out the wet chill of the air since she wore nothing under it. She struggled to keep it close around her as she ran. Her bare feet were sore from running on the cobblestones and she had to look down constantly to avoid broken glass and sharp stones in the street. She hoped the young man she followed had some destination in mind that would offer some respite from this chase. She feared she'd not be able to keep it up for long.

She almost ran into Tristan's back when he stopped suddenly in front of her, putting a finger to his lips. They were standing in front of an old building with window frames that hadn't seen glass in a very long time. They had run all the way to the docks and across from the building was a seawall where boats were docked, bobbing silently in their mooring, the calm water reflecting the gray, mist-shrouded sky above.

Tristan knocked lightly on the old door to the place, two long raps then three quick raps immediately after. This was followed by another succession of taps from the inside of the door, to which Tristan responded with four more short raps. The door creaked open slightly and Tristan peered inside. The door opened wide enough for them to enter. The person who had opened it and was obscured in shadow allowed Tristan passage but held out a wrinkled hand to stop Haline from entering.

"Who be the pretty one?" a raspy voice asked Tristan.

Haline could feel herself being appraised by a shriveled face shrouded in the darkness of the building's interior.

"She's with me. I'll explain later, " Tristan said finally. "Now come on, let us in. Arnold's after us."
 

Arnold was almost out of breath. He hadn't run so hard in years. He really needed to catch that whore and her accomplice, the former guard, Tristan. If the little fucker spread word of what happened in Lord Idelson's manor, he'd be jailed or worse. He stopped and gasped for breath, the salty, fishy air alerting him that he was near the docks district. Decrepit warehouses and shacks lined the well worn streets here. He could almost feel the eyes of its inhabitants peering at him from the many gaping windows.

He leaned over and put his hands on his knees to rest. When he could breath evenly again, he looked all around him and saw no sign of the two conspirators. He hadn't really expected to. The boy and the wench were much more nimble than Arnold, with his hulking frame. "Shit," he said mostly to himself.

"Hey," a voice called from an trash-strewn alley to his left. "You lookin' for them two what went running by a bit ago?"

Arnold couldn't believe his luck. "Yes! which way did they go?"

"Come o'er here and I'll draw ye summat map," a wizened old man said to him. "Them two looked up to no good, they did." The old man, looking much like a vagabond, the sort of which frequent the docs district, sat near a wall about head height that lined the alley way and surrounded a cemetery, judging by the monuments that peeked above the wall line here and there. 

Arnold felt slightly uneasy about the strangeness of the situation, but his need for revenge and silencing the boy and his new slut friend drove him on and he approached the old man. The latter leaned forward and extended his finger as if to draw a map on the dirty cobblestones. 

Arnold heard a shuffling above him and looked up just in time to see a heavy rope net being dropped on him from above by two men who had appeared atop the wall. He shouted and struggled in the net but its voluminous folds wrapped him securely. Something landed heavily on the back of his head and darkness followed.

By all the gods, it felt good to bathe, Haline thought to herself. Tristan had convinced the gruff old man who had let them in to give them some privacy and a wash basin with some hot water. After the events of last night and this morning, she needed a bath in a very bad way. The blood, semen, vomit, and various other fluids that were caked on her reeked and she had never felt dirtier. 

The cute young man had even put up an old sheet he had found to give her some privacy. He really was a charming, if innocent, boy to lead her here and get her set up with a place to get clean and let her go first. Not that she was completely clueless as to the fact that he was watching her from behind the sheet. His movements were just clumsy enough to give himself away.
 

Tristan peeked through a hole in the tattered sheet that had been draped around an old washtub where the mysterious woman from the manor now bathed herself. She leaned over the tub, naked, her rear end facing him, her dark hair hanging down her back in long tangled curls. He could feel an erection growing while he peered in at her. In the flickering lamplight of the dirty warehouse office, shadows played across her skin, now and then briefly giving him glimpses of her pussy lips protruding from between her thighs. Her smooth, olive-toned skin suited the lean roundness of her ass and her gorgeous, muscled legs. 

Wetness leaked from the end of Tristan's penis and spotted the trousers he had stolen from the manor house. The naked woman he had led to this place now lifted a leg and placed a foot on the edge of the basin as she washed the blood off her crotch and inner thighs. This afforded him a full view of her womanhood glistening in the lamplight, the dark hair covering the lips glittering with beads of water and soap. His heart raced and he felt as if he would explode. 

Tristan had some experience with younger girls before but never with a woman like this. This one was exotic and curvy, muscular and lithe and it made him burn with lust to look at her bathing. And he had saved her life! Well, kind of. He certainly had helped.
 

She gave him a little show while she bathed. Sex wasn't the first thing on her mind after being raped by a demon, but letting the boy watch her bathe might solidify any alliances they had formed and at least make him her willing slave. Boys will be boys, so use it to your advantage, she told herself.
 

He couldn't take it anymore. He unlaced his pants and pulled out his cock and proceeded to pull on it while watching the sultry woman bathe, her fingers now tracing the shape of her ass cheeks, rubbing the soap into her skin, one finger disappearing into the crevice to clean any blood that might have gotten up that far. She rinsed the area and reached for a dirty towel the old man who had let them in had provided. Tristan shuddered, closed his eyes, and came all over the floor, the image of the woman's glistening pussy still in his mind as he furiously finished himself off.

His eyes still closed, breathing heavily, he didn't notice when the sheet moved to the side and the olive-skinned woman silently walked over and stood in front of him, holding the dingy towel loosely around herself, covering her small breasts but not quite covering her bottom, leaving her dark pubic hair to peek out from under the towel's edge. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he opened his eyes and saw her there, the musky smell of her body clearly evident, she was so close. She smiled, looked down at his dick, still in his hand and both covered with his fluids, and arched an eyebrow.
 

She heard Tristan come as she dried off, his heavy breathing giving him away easily. She wrapped a towel loosely around her, leaving some temptation slightly exposed and stealthily walked over to the sheet. Moving it aside slowly, she smiled at his dick in his hand and semen all over his hand and floor, and stood in front of him, waiting for him to open his eyes. 

When he did, he started in surprise -- men really were oblivious when they were in the throes of a good climax. She smiled and looked down at the mess around his crotch again, arching her eyebrow questioningly.

"I... I, " he stammered, obviously unable to excuse himself for spying on her and getting himself off in the process. How sweet.

"Haline," she said, and extended her hand in greeting. He reached out with his other hand so she quickly switched hands to shake it. The motion caused her to drop her towel, almost accidentally. The boy looked down at her nakedness and blushed, looking away quickly.

"Come now, you weren't so coy when you were watching me bathe, little boy," Haline teased purringly. She moved closer to him and placed a hand behind his neck, pulling his lips close to her own. Their lips brushed slightly and she could feel his breath quicken. She reached down and freed his stiffening cock from his come covered hand and pressed her naked body against him, his hard member trapped vertically between them. She raised his fingers to her mouth and licked them lasciviously, the semen on them tasting salty and smelling musky. 

Tristan, speechless, seemed unaware of what to do, so she stood back from him and pulled his unlaced pants down. She pushed lightly against his skinny chest, motioning for him to sit on the wooden crate behind him. She straddled him and sat on his lap, facing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth, her tongue playfully flicking around inside, toying with his own tongue. She felt his cock bump against her still sore vagina. 

Having him inside her pussy was going to be painful so she spit on her hand and mingled it with the come already on his dick, instantly renewing the natural lubricant he had so helpfully spilled out all over himself earlier. She pressed the hard cock close to her anus and leaned back slightly, feeling the tight ring of flesh opening to allow the slippery head entry. She squeezed the muscle hard and forced the head out, Tristan shuddering in ecstasy. This would work nicely, she thought, and pushed the head back into her asshole, pushing out while pushing him in. She then sat down fully, leaning back, taking his full cock in. 

Despite her intentions, she couldn't ignore how good Tristan's manhood felt inside her ass, its stiffness pressing hard against the wall of her organs and forcing a moan of pleasure as her pussy leaked the wetness of lust out onto his blond pubic hair. She put a hand on his neck and pulled his lips to hers, kissing him again and again as she rode him mercilessly. She felt the hot semen explode inside her as his body trembled in response to his intense orgasm. She put her hand down and rubbed her sopping wet clit furiously, wanting, needing a release. His dick pulsed as it shot its fluids inside her. She clenched her ass muscles and milked the boy's giving tree as hard as she could, her slimy hand circling around her clit rapidly until she climaxed, and collapsed on the boy, her heart racing, her breath coming in gasps. They both felt one last twinge of pleasure as his softening dick slipped out of her ass and flopped against her inner thigh.

This wasn't quite what she had planned.

(Next: Cobwebs)