Tristan

(Continued from Rogues, Indeed)

"Well, what'd ye do, boy, that got ol' Arnold after ye?" The old man talking to Tristan asked.

The two men sat on empty wooden shipping crates, sharing some well-cooked fish the old man had prepared for the three. Now, two as it seemed the girl was sleeping, still. The flame of a nearby oil lamp cast shadows on the various sail and tarpaulin-covered objects in the warehouse around them and Tristan ate heartily, relishing the food after the chaotic events of that morning. His arse was still sore but he was too tired still to stand around in deference to the soreness.

"Dirty fucker buggered me in this noble house we were checking out," the young Tristan replied angrily, shifting on his crate. "We was there lookin' into some complaint by a house cook and found some old highborn got butchered up in that place. Idelson Manor, I think it was called. Damn near scared me shitless, that what I saw there. We peeked in this one room and first thing I saw was the lady what you saw with me earlier lyin' on the bed undressed and all bunched up like a baby, but covered in blood and the gods know what else. Brak walked in the room, an' I figure he saw summat that scared 'im so he decided I needed to go in and check ta see if she were awake. Asshole.

"The smell in that place damn near had me revisitin' breakfast. Anyways, I walked in the room all careful like and slipped in the mess what was all over the floor. Fell flat on mah arse, I did. Couldn' hardly breathe. Then I looked over an', holy shit, Ansel, I kid you not, there was what used to be a man there lying on the floor. I damn near shit myself right there. He was laid open like a rabbit on the skinnin' table! Damned guts all over the place and pieces of 'im missin' like summat 'ad made a meal out of 'im." Tristan stopped to catch his breath and Ansel nodded for him to continue, his face a mask of perplexity.

"So, Arnold carries me out of there and tosses me onto a bed in some other bedroom and Brak carried the girl into some other room off o' that one, I think it must 'ave been one of them ladie's rooms where they get all prettied up since the bed ol' Arnold had thrown me on was pretty girly. I figured I'd look for some clothes to wear, not thinking the only things I'd find were mostly ladies' clothes. So, I pulled off my bloodied up breeches, and started pullin' out dresses and what-not when next thing I knows, that son-of-a-whore got me pinned up against the wall driving that log of a cock o' his up my poor asshole. I couldn't do nothin' on account of the fact that he's so damn big, so I took it, figuring I'd get my revenge later. I'm not partial to men or women but that was just wrong." Tristan clenched his fists in rage.

"Then, while he passed out on the bed after he finished, and I finally found somethin' ta' wear, I hear Brak yell. I figured, fuck this, and was about to head out the door in a hurry, when next thing I know, this girl is coming out of that room, stark naked still, holding a crossbow, pointed at me.

"Only then, I saw Arnold creepin' up behind 'er with a knife. He put it to her neck, told her to drop that crossbow and she did. But, the thing went off, shot Arnold in the arm and she turned around and kneed him right in the balls!" Tristan got excited about this part of the story.

"Arnold went over like a baby," Tristan chuckled. "And, well, seeing how Brak was dead, I didn't want nothing ta do with that nasty fuck, Arnold, and that she managed to handle those two by herself and naked, I thought she might be the best one ta' stick with, so, when I saw Arnold trying to get up, I grabbed her hand and ran like a rat at a kobold dinner party. I figured her luck couldn't hold out forever, so best to make a run for it.

"We then made our way here -- I made sure to lose 'im on the way -- and, well, here we are," Tristan finished, out of breath.

Ansel laughed in a creaking old man laugh. "That's quite the yarn, m'boy. "Serves Arnie right. You weren't the first, believe me. I've heard some rumors like that before. In any case, listening to you and that girl, nay, woman go on in there, seems like you've become fast, ah... friends. Just... be careful, boy. People aren't always what they seem."

"I know, Ansel. She's easy on th' eyes for sure, but I'm not stupid, " Tristan agreed. "I don't know what went on up in that room, but it sure weren't innocent."

The sound of soft footsteps from outside the reach of the lamplight startled the two until they realized it was the very object of their conversation approaching softly. She was wrapped in the cloak Tristan had acquired for her, a hint of her legs showing through the front when she walked, her bare feet padding almost silently on the rough wood floor. She wrapped the cloak closer and sat on an empty crate near the circle they had formed as a sort of informal dining area.

"Excuse the lack of presentation, m'lady," Ansel said politely. "Not every day I get guests here."

Haline smiled, her dark eyes glittering in the orange glow of the lamp. "It's more than I expected, so I don't mind..." she paused, looking at Ansel questioningly.

"Ansel, it is." He took her outstretched hand and kissed it in greeting. "It is a pleasure," he continued, obviously smitten with the woman and barely hiding the glance at her breasts as she stood and the cloak parted slightly. His loose fitting sailor garb wasn't hiding his sudden erection very well either, nor did he bother to attempt to hide it. Company was rare in his dock warehouse, much less the company of a beautiful and strong woman.

"Haline," she said. "Thank you for your gracious hospitality, Ansel. I gather you are a friend of young Tristan here?"

Haline took note of the man's obvious interest and brushed it off, moving to sit beside Tristan. Indulging this old man's thoughts would complicate things, whatever small gain it might bring. She put a hand on Tristan's thigh, which brought a smile to his face while he stuffed it with fish in a poor attempt at concealing said smile.

"Indeed. I was a friend of his father's. Long ago, we used to sail together until one night we were beset by pirates. The brave and foolhardy man tried to stop them from boarding and he caught a blade in the gullet for his trouble, leaving the boy here with no one, so when he was young, I took him in and did what I could for him." Ansel looked protectively at the young man. It was obvious he cared for Tristan.

"And his mother?" Haline asked.

Tristan spoke. "My mother died when I was but a youngster. My father raised me on that ship right outside the windows there. "

She looked up toward the dusty, cobwebbed windows and saw the dark outlines of a large ship against the gray sky beyond. It was a very large ship, Haline could tell from the height of the windows and the parts of the ship that were visible.

Haline uncrossed her legs and shifted, crossing them again the other direction. The motion moved her a little closer to Tristan and he could feel the curve of her thigh press against him ever so slightly, electricity moving through his body, the cock restrained in his pants straining against its bounds. He found it suddenly difficult to concentrate on the conversation.

There was a loud thump from the crates behind Tristan causing the three to jump with surprise. Haline stood up quickly, looking around for a weapon. Seeing a dagger that was being used to cut fish earlier, she grabbed it and took up a defensive stance, putting a finger to her lips as Tristan and Ansel stood as well. They were both weaponless but grabbed pieces of splintered wood from old crates to fight with, if needed.

A cacophony of whispering assaulted their ears and from around a stack of crates walked a tall creature with blue-white flesh. It wore no clothing aside from leather bracers on its wrists, to which were affixed several tubes of clear liquid. It had long, straight, black hair that lay well past its shoulders and it seemed to be neither male or female. As it approached, two more creatures similar but wearing shorter hair leapt up on crates near the one that seemed to be a leader of sorts.

Haline recognize them immediately and was paralyzed with fear, the memory of what these creatures had done to her that morning of course being painfully fresh. "Go away," she screamed.

One of the creatures Haline recognized as the one called Aldrea, jumped down near the longer haired one and pointed at Haline, who began to urinate in remembrance of the last terrible night, the fluid trickling down her legs. "Master, she still has so much energy! Look how her juices flow!"

Out of courage -- or foolishness -- he didn't know he possessed, Tristan lunged for the nearest of the creatures, the one who had spoken, splintered wood first. The creature snarled, grabbing the wood and pulling him close in one fluid motion. Tristan could feel the monster's cool breath on his face as its snakelike tongue brushed his lips. He trembled in its grasp and at the jolt of electricity that went through his body, causing his penis to stiffen madly and leak semen in spurts. He was unable to move or speak so he just stared at the thing in mute terror while it drank his energy with its tongue.

Meanwhile, the master had moved to Haline and had grasped her chin in one of its supple hands, playfully licking her lips with its tongue, sparks jumping here and there when they touched. A long member had formed from its smooth pelvis and as it grew, it pushed its way between her legs, her urine spilling over it, aiding its passage between her thighs. She trembled, unable to move, its grip paralyzing.

Standing gape-jawed, unable to believe what he was witnessing, Ansel struggled with the choice of running for his life or defending the boy he'd raised and this strange woman he'd become entangled with who obviously had some terrible enemies.

The gruff sailor in him decided on the latter and picked up a bottle of lamp oil. He threw it at the feet of the two creatures who stood on the floor and as it hit the floor it broke, spilling lamp oil all over the floor and on the two closest creatures. The surprised creatures snapped their heads in Ansel's direction and moved toward him.

Aldrea threw Tristan down, knocking over the lamp and igniting the oil on the floor, the flames soon catching up to the two creatures whose feet and legs had been splashed with the oil. Their feet began to burn and they screamed unholy screams. Haline, free of the thing's spell, rushed to help Tristan up from the floor.

The third creature jumped from crate to crate, intent on Ansel. Reaching him, it jumped on him, both of them crashing to the floor. The monster crouched over him and, holding his throat in it's clawlike grasp, ripped open his pants, pulling out his penis and wrapping the serpentine tongue around it. Ansel found himself also unable to move in the paralytic grasp as electrical jolts coursed through him, stiffening his old cock.

The blue-white abomination then mounted his meat and began riding him, grasping and pulling with a vagina that hadn't been there moments before, as if to pull every last bit of energy from him and drain him of life itself. As he savagely orgasmed, darkness seemed to envelop him and he lost consciousness. The creature leaned forward, his still stiff cock in its pussy and bit into his wrinkled neck, tearing a large piece off, chewing, then swallowing it. Excitedly, it rammed it's pelvis down on his dead, but stiff member, as it lifted its head and howled, blood from the old man's neck spilling from its mouth and down its neck. It savagely tore at his neck, blood spurting everywhere, a dark pool forming under his body.

Tristan watched the scene dazedly, unable to process the horror before him and, strangely, drawn to these vile creatures with their smooth blue-white skin and delicate curves. Haline slapped him and he snapped out of the daze, the smell of burning flesh and screams all around him. She pulled him.

"Come on, you idiot!" She yelled and pulled his arm hard, running in the direction of the door, frantically avoiding crates, nets and other assorted obstacles. Meanwhile, other crates had started to burn and the fire was spreading quickly. They could hear the creatures howling on the other side of the blaze. It would only be a matter of time until they were followed.

"Over here," Tristan shouted. He pointed to a trapdoor in the warehouse floor that led to the harbor water below. "We can go out here and lose them."

She removed the singed cloak and wrapped it up into a ball so she could swim with it and not be as conspicuously naked when she came out the other side, wherever that was. She had to trust that Tristan knew what he was doing. She slipped into the dark water and, shortly after, he followed, barefoot, but otherwise fully clothed. They both resurfaced under the building for air. The water was foul smelling, being the host for sewage, bodies, and any number of other unnameable objects. They both nearly gagged but the sound of footsteps above encouraged them to dive again and swim toward the dim light provided through the murky water by the grey sky.

They surfaced for air two more times before reaching the hull of the docked ship that had belonged to Ansel. They surfaced once more, then swam to the opposite side of the ship and came back up, gasping for air, panting with exertion and excitement. As they bobbed in the calm water under an overcast sky, they embraced tightly, safe, for the time being.

(Next: Pale Master)