8 years and half a continent away...
I hate winter. Even here where snow is so rare it is measured by the year it fell, it is still miserable. Rain. Fog. Heavy Mists. Drizzle. This city hasn't seen the sun in a week! I have truly begun to despise it here. I would clean house and move on again, but this damned weather...
I've been miserable all day. Well, perhaps the last few days. Boy and Girl have been keeping out of sight, and I guess I don't blame them. Sitting here at the window watching the people in the street below while one of the mindless services my pussy. He... She? I look down, it is a woman. Well, was a woman, now she's simply female since I broke her. She is just not doing it for me and I send her away. Even watching her gorgeous naked body walk away fails to spark anything inside me. I fucking hate winter.
I turn back to the people in the street below in a pout and review my little domain. Think about what will need doing if I do decide to pack up shop. I watch one wagon train driver argue with another. Seems the whole town is miserable.
Could I take Boy and Girl with me? Should I take them? Having dedicated servants with actual minds does come in handy but do the benefits out weigh the hassle? Four heavily cloaked horsemen ride into view. They stand out in the crowded street with one of them obviously heavily armed and towering over the others. They don't spark any real interest but my eyes track them anyway.
Now where was I; ah, yes, I would have to feed and shelter them. And protect them, well Girl. Hmm Boy does have that thick cock. And those muscles... I do love Girl's cute freckles and bouncy tits. She does worship my pussy just so. Plus she has a sharp mind in there, under that ditsy act. No, sadly they won't becoming with me. Could I leave them intact? Sell off most external assets and leave them the bar? Boy is getting up there in age, he must be close to forty. How old is Girl? She was eighteen when we met, two, three years ago... Anyway, leaving them the bar would be a suitable rewa...
I stand transfixed! The four horsemen have stopped up the road in front of the Inn and the one with the green cloak pulls back her hood... No! It couldn't be! I can hardly breath and it feels as if my heart has stopped. "BOY!" I yell at the top of my voice. "BOY! HERE! NOW!" I hear his pounding feet on the stairs but I can't tear my eyes from the woman as she climbs from the saddle. She turns to talk to one of the others. It is! It's my Alish...my little Toy! My heart is pounding and my hand shakes against my throat. Boy bursts into the room, bare chested with scimitars in each hand. "The woman!" I sound as if I'm pleading with him to my own ears. "Across the street at the Inn. The woman in green! You see her?"
"Which one Mistress? At the door in the dress or in the cloak with a staff on her back."
"Yes, her in the cloak!" I'm still shaking, what is wrong with me? "Go to the Inn and get her name and what room she is staying in." He stands watching her. "NOW!" I shout and he flees from the window. "And Boy? Discreetly." He tries not to show it but he is nervous. He's never seen me this way before. Hells, no one has. I can't stop shaking. I need a drink.
I've been sitting here at the window for hours. Girl has come and gone again several times. She is scared despite my reassurances and I lost my temper the last time. I've been watching the Inn like a hawk but there has been no sign of Ali...Toy. Boy did come out of the Inn once, to the door and stood for a minute as if getting some air. Subtly, he gave a half nod before going back inside. Good she is staying there. He'll have to return soon, the sun is almost down and the bar will be getting busy. And there is he is, right on cue. As he steps through the door he looks up at my window and gives his head a slight shake. Damn! I smack the arm of my chair. He runs through the rain, then I can hear him climbing the stairs.
"I am sorry Mistress." He's scared and has gone down on one knee, bowing his head in front of me. He is so scared that he has forgotten to remove his shirt in my presence.
"Why are you wearing that?" I spit out distastefully. He starts as if I have struck him. With one hand he rips the shirt from his body. Buttons go flying. Secretly, I love it when he does that.
"Your forgiven. Now, you may speak to me."
"I... Sh, She is staying at the Inn and is sharing a room with the tall blonde woman, 201, the suite. The other two have separate rooms. One down the hall in 205 and the third floor up, 303 I think." He looks up into my eyes, "Mistress, they are dangerous." Coming from Boy, that says a lot. "The blonde woman, she has the tattoos of the northern barbarians and walks like a stalking lion. Carries a greatsword. I... I don't know if I could take her." That raises my eyebrows. Boy is ever confident and a superb swordsman.
"Continue."
"The sandy haired one, lithe and light on her feet. A dancer, carries a rapier, I think she is perhaps from Absalom, one of those cocky duellists. She is loud and brash. The other, small, dark. Taldoran by her accent. A sneak thief I would say. She has several daggers stashed away, hides them well. She is quieter. And ever watchful." A thorough report, but why is he... ah, of course.
"Her name?" he pauses. I knew it.
"I... I don't know. I couldn't get it. I...I'm sorry Mistress."
"That's fine Boy. You did good." And I run one hand over his head, play with his thick black hair. "It's fine. Look at me." He does and while no longer scared, he is worried. "It's fine Boy. They are not a threat to us. You may need to...comfort Girl tonight. I'm afraid I have been annoyed with her. Frightened her. Be sure to give her," I reach down between his legs and cup his manhood, "a good fucking tonight. What ever way she desires. I want her chirper in the morning."
I stand and motion him up. "Kiss me." He pulls me close in his strong arms and gives me one very hot deep passionate kiss. A hand on his broad back, the other runs up his muscular chest. Mmm, perhaps I could take Boy with me. "Don't wait for me, I shall be out tonight. Now go, the bar needs tending." As he turns, I grab his arm and pull him back into another kiss, before pushing him away with a smile. "Go."
No moons tonight, the heavy clouds hide them away. I sit on the edge of roof, like a squatting gargoyle. What an unpleasant thought. I am far too beautiful to be a lowly gargoyle. Hideous stupid creatures. Waiting for the light to shine through the door onto the balcony below me. To announce her presence. My Alish... My little Toy.
Finally! I spread my wings and glide silently down. I stand watching the pair and it is her! My heart is thumping hard and my hands begin to shake. What is wrong with me! I clench them and squeeze. I am in control! The tall blonde woman is as Boy described. Quite tall, taller than me. Well muscled, pale skin with blue tattoos. She moves like a panther. And is very sexy. The huge sword strapped to her back gives me pause. It has been enchanted, I can feel it's aura from here. Ali, Toy, tosses a staff on the bed. It too is enchanted. Far more magic is invested in it than the barbarian's sword. She has come a long way to have such a powerful tool. I watch her move, she shows far more confidence then when we were last together. And she has filled out. Damnation but she is gorgeous.
