"Come to me, my love," the voice echoes in his ears as Valen jerks awake, simultaneously grabbing for a sword that isn't there while also fumbling his way out of tangled sweaty sheets. As he realizes where he is, he stills and leans back in bed. The room is quiet and dark, a typical rented room at an inn frequented by travelers, whores, and grifters.
Valen listens, but the only sounds are the gentle breathing and occasional snores from the two women currently sharing his bed. Outside he can hear the muffled sounds of early morning in the city, the calls of fishmongers, merchants setting up stalls, and mothers waking children. No trace of the voice that woke him, once again just apparently existing nowhere but in his mind.
He looks beside him at the two sleeping women sharing his bed, as memories of the night before slowly break through the haze of a hangover.
Definitely had too much to drink last night, he says to himself as the truth of his words is hammered home by the growing throbbing in his head. The ale and fortified strong wine poured freely, courtesy of the local merchant's guild, in celebration of another year of record profits. Everyone knew it was more bribe than thank you, but that did nothing to stop the flow.
One of the girls, the blonde, rolled over pulling the sheet lower, exposing her ample breasts. The brunette steadily snoring next to her nuzzled her cheek against the quivering mounds of fleshy pleasure. The view spurred a memory from last night.
Valen laying on his back, the curvaceous blonde girl steadily riding his cock, her ass slapping against his thighs with each thrust, her head thrown back in a fit of passion. The slender brunette sat on his face, grinding her very wet pussy against his face, her head buried between the blonde's breasts, sucking and licking as she is sucked and licked.
"Yeah, a good night indeed," he thinks as he winced from a newly developed pain lancing through his head. Still though, another memory nags at the edges of his mind. There was someone else there last night, he is almost sure of it, however, his ever-increasing headache distracts him too much to chase this particular train of thought. He slides out from under the sheets and wobbles slightly as he stands naked next to the bed. He catches a look of himself in the mirror, tall and rangy, his dark features speaking of exotic bloodlines. He has no idea where those bloodlines come from as he was an orphan at a very young age, his parents died in the plague released by the Elder God Yishigloth.
His long black hair falls to just past his muscular shoulders. As he looks at his reflection, his fingers unconsciously trace the networks of puckered lines of scars running across his arms and chest, evidence of many encounters with danger, close calls, and at times foolish decisions. In the mirror Valen sees the blonde stir awake and then lock eyes with him. Her seductively husky voice drifts over his shoulder, "The sun hasn't come up, Balen, we have time for one more round if you want."
"It's Valen, and I think if I try anything more than a slow walk, I'll vomit a night's worth of ale," he replies with a groan.
"Oh come on now! You don't even have to move. Just like last night, we can suck your cock and you don't have to lift a finger. Right, Kali?" She nudges the snoring brunette, who responds with a most unappealing slurping sound, and a grunt of acknowledgment. Valen sighs, thinking about how the night started...
Valen sits on the edge of the bed, a mug of ale in his hand, steadily drinking as the two girls finish stripping each other's clothes off. He has long since lost his clothes, where he has no idea. The girls slowly caress each other, the brunette, Kali, spending a great deal of time suckling the blonde's hard nipples. Ana squeezes and slaps playfully at the brunette's well-shaped round ass. As Valen watches, his cock slowly gets hard, and by the time the girls are done playing with each other and turn to face him, he is steadily leaking, a dribble of pre-cum slowly sliding down over his balls leaving a cold wet trail. The girls approach him, sliding to their knees before him. The blonde, Ana, starts stroking his cock and licking the pre-cum off his head, while the brunette ventures lower, licking his heavy balls, slowly sucking them into her skilled mouth.
As the girls use all their formidable skill, Valen continues steadily drinking, lost in the feeling of two mouths on his cock. From behind him, two pale arms wrap around his neck, and he feels the soft exhale of breath on his ear. Fiery red hair drifts over his shoulder, tickling his nose.
"My, they are good at that," a silky voice murmurs into his ear. The words flow over his body like a chill fog, causing gooseflesh to rise. The arms around his shoulders squeeze in an almost friendly hug.
"You can have fun with your whores for now," the voice continues, still silky but now with a slight edge. A tremor runs through Valen's body, his whole existence feels the danger of that slight, silky edge. A single perfectly trimmed nail the color of fresh arterial blood traces a line across his left shoulder. The pain is excruciating. The pain is addictive. The lips that speak these dangerous silky words close to his right ear lobe, sucking gently. Valen's entire existence narrows to just this one earlobe and the soft warm lips on it. He screams the contents of his soul into the night as his cock explodes, cum squirting into the surprised face of the blonde, covering her face in dripping rivulets.
The voice in his ear giggles, and the pressure of the arms around him fades.
"Come to me, my love."
Valen jerks back to the present, startled as the details of last night slowly push through the fog of a soon-to-be horrendous hangover. He looks closer into the mirror, examining his shoulder in more detail. An angry-looking red line stretched from his deltoid to the top of his collarbone. The deep scrape stung under his probing finger.
"There wasn't a redhead in here last night was there?" Valen asks turning to face the girls, now fully awake and looking forward to the possibility of an early morning bonus.
"A redhead?" the brunette asks vacantly.
The blonde raises an eyebrow at the question. "Just the two of us, hun. Though we could have used a hand last night! After that first quick blow, you just couldn't get enough."
"What redhead?" the brunette asks again. "We can find you a redhead. But I'm sure we can do better." She slides to the edge of the bed, her small perky breasts on display and her legs spread enough to reveal her cute pink pussy. Valen's cock twitched as he recalled how many times he came into this girl the last night, but the moment passed, carried away in a torrent of foul-smelling vomit.
Later that day, he walks through the door of a local apothecary, the tinkling of the bell-like nails driven into his head.
After a week straight of rain and clouds, and my first day after a bender, the sky breaks clear and fine, he thinks, foully.
Once the door scrapes closed, shutting off the sun's evil glare, Valen's nose is assaulted by the smells of a hundred different herbs and concoctions all battling for supremacy. Behind the counter, the old proprietor looks up from a newspaper, a look of mild annoyance on his face.
"Can I help you?" he asks tiredly.
"I may have indulged a bit too much last night. I'm sure you have something to wipe away a night of too much ale?"
The shopkeeper chuckles, squinting and looking at the stranger a bit closer.
"Traveler, and not a poor one based on the clothes. Not that well-to-do though if you are in this part of town. So I'm guessing you wiled away the night at the Dancing Crows?"
