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This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.
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Finding Comfort
She left the warehouse behind and pulled the hood of her cloak up over her head. The rain had slowed to a light drizzle. She stopped on the short pier across from The Swordfish Tavern and looked around for Rhys. When she didn't see him, she headed further down the docks. She spotted him and Ashur. They stood at the end of another short pier. They seemed to be talking quietly amongst themselves while drinking from a shared flask. She skipped over to them, smiling brightly.
"Hey sweetie," Rhys returned her smile until he caught sight of her face. His face darkened dangerously, his eyes flashing angrily. "Who hit you?"
Shiloh lowered her eyes as she closed the distance. "I'd rather not talk about it, Rhys. Can we go somewhere private?"
"Sure, honey," he cocked an eye at Ashur. "Cover for me?"
"Only if you save me some," he guffawed and winked at Shiloh.
"I think that can be arranged," Shiloh replied and turned on her heel. Rhys followed her to the dockhouse and together they made their way down through the trapdoor and into The Wildcat. He led her to the upstairs bedroom he'd taken her to before.
"Talk to me, sweetie. How can I protect you if you don't tell me who has hurt you?" Rhys' brow furrowed with concern as he cupped her face in his hands.
"It was Vico. We got into a fight of sorts. It was stupid. I hate the way the bastard toys with me. One minute he's a rude asshole and the next he has me willing to do anything he wants me to and I can't help but want to do it. He seems to know everything I do and worst yet, he's done everything he can to warn off any other man who is interested in me. He acts like he owns me and it makes me so mad. But the worst thing about it is...." she broke off and began to cry.
"Shhh, honey, let it all out. Rhys will make it all better for you. Just talk to me, my sweet."
Shiloh sobbed until her eyes burned. She hiccupped and wiped her nose then buried her face into Rhys' neck. He tenderly held her, rocking her in his arms. "That's it, sweetness, let it all out."
With tears staining her cheeks, she pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "The worst thing is I can't stay away from him. Part of me craves his touch. I must be crazy. He raped me yet I can't help wanting him to do it again. He has been so cruel to me. The bruises on my ass are all from him. He takes pleasure in spanking me and I'm actually starting to like it. I don't want to like it, but I do. Every time I see him, I want to pull my clothes off and beg him to fuck me. I've tried substituting other guys, but it's not the same, Rhys. You have been the only exception to that. What is wrong with me?"
"Sounds like you both have a mutual obsession stemming from a traumatic experience," he surmised thoughtfully.
Shiloh buried her face into a pillow and screamed into her voice gave out. He gathered her in his arms and held her gently, soothing her softly.
"Sweetie, things will get worse before they get better," he cautioned. "I would love nothing more than to take you away from here and him, but I can not do so without tipping my hat, so to speak. But if you find yourself in need of a place to go, you can come to me. I am here for you."
Shiloh sniffled, drying her eyes on the bed sheet. "Some bald headed guy on the docks today told me you had a wife and a passel of kids tucked away in the western part of the city. Is that true? If so, how can I come to you?"
Rhys chuckled, "She's not my wife. It's a cover, is all. She's an old friend from way back. Her husband used to be my partner. Some Dhorn general caught him snooping around and killed him. Ever since then, I've done all I can to take care of her. She's recovering from losing him and is sweet on Ashur. I wouldn't be surprised if by the end of this investigation that he ends up marrying her."
She let out a sigh of relief. "Then I am relieved to hear that you aren't taken."
"No, not ol' Rhys. I scare most women. My height is more than they can handle and well, so isn't my cock. Most girls I've met want to touch it, play with it, stroke it, but say it's far too big for them to have inside them."
"I love the size of it," she smiled.
"I am aware of that. I don't think they realize that pussies are made to stretch," he chuckled then turned a serious look at her. "So tell me what all happened with Vico."
She took a deep breath. "It'll take a while."
"I have time."
"Alrighty then. There is this guy named Caron that I like. He's been working around The Bear Pit and he's rather fond of me. We flirt with each other and it escalated to the point where I coaxed him to go somewhere private with me. Caron is so sweet. Well, Vico interrupted our tryst and told Caron to never let him catch him with me again. I got mad at him and made a scene at The Bear Pit. I tried talking to Master Nathan, but all he told me to do was leave well enough alone where Caron is involved. They don't want me to see him. Master Nathan said that I was off limits. That made me so mad. I tried to pack my things and leave but Chella stopped me. Then today I was working on my stealth lesson and found my way to the thieves' guild hideout in the sewers. I ran into Vico there. Things got out of hand and I told him I'd make him pay for the way he'd been treating me. He cut my face with his blade and told me not to announce my intentions out loud and that he could kill me before I ever knew what had happened to me if he ever considered me a threat. Like I could be a threat to big bad Vico.
"Something snapped inside my brain and I kissed him on the mouth. I don't know why I did it. I should hate him. I kissed him then I walked away. I left the hideout and he followed me. He caught me on the stairs and pressed me against a wall. He shoved his fingers inside me and played with me until I exploded. It felt so good. Then he dragged me into a secret room and tossed me on the bed. I wanted him to fuck me. I would have begged him to fuck me, but he didn't. So I thought if I did something for him, he would fuck me."
"Did he fuck you, sweetie?"
"No, I..... sucked..... his dick and let him cum in my mouth. He asked me where I learned to do that and he taunted me, accusing me of fucking sailors for money. He made me so mad and I admitted that you'd never paid me, that you were giving me lessons. He slapped my face and knocked me to the floor. He told me he was through with me. But before that, I was so ready to be fucked. He made my pussy ache to be filled. What is wrong with me, Rhys? Am I crazy?"
"You are not crazy, sweetie. And there is nothing wrong with you that spending a few hours in my arms can't fix. You'll see, honey. I'll make you forget that asshole." Rhys chuckled as he nuzzled her. "Now why don't you clean up and get out of those clothes?"
Shiloh beamed at him and dashed off the bed. It took only a few paces to reach the steps of the marble bathing basin. She climbed to the top of it, overlooking the room. Rhys approached her curiously. Despite the fact she was elevated on the basin wall, he still towered over her by well over a head, and he looked down at her, capturing her eyes with his own, deep blue eyes that seemed both warm and concerned at the same time. She reached for his hands, pulling him a little closer, reveling in the pungent odor of his body, not at all unpleasant despite the tang of sweat and musk.