Rega's eyes scanned his surroundings as he walked through the streets of Cerathia. Purloined coins jingled in his pocket, and he would often clamp his hands to his sides lest the sounds of gold be heard by men more desperate than he.
The alleyway reeked of the stench of rotten offal. He cupped his hand over his mouth and squinted through the dust. His destination lay at the end. It was a small door, too small for any man to go through. But Rega wasn't a man even if he would like to think he was. Hints of hair traced his face and his features certainly spoke of a mature youth. But inside he was still very much a child.
Three short raps and two hard knocks. A person from behind the door shuffled towards it and opened it. "Yes?" said a bearded man, much older than he, a scar across his cheek. Rega had always wondered how he got it, but was much too afraid to ask.
"Um, would like a girl..."
"Suck or fuck?" he said, his voice showing little appreciation for his customer.
"Uh, a fuck, sir."
"You clean?"
Rega nodded. "Yes sir. I've been here before." A pointless question he thought. Even if he was he would say yes anyway, not to mention the girls there were far dirtier than him. The bearded men let him in with a grunt.
"No dilly dallying. Pick the slut and be done with her," he told Rega. Rega nodded and wiped the sweat from the side of his face, a product more of nervousness than the heat. He walked into a room, and seated along a tattered sofa were four girls, thoroughly unappetizing.
Rega cursed his luck. He was reduced to brothels such as this which contained girls that were too old, too young or too overworked. The last time he had gone to see a proper courtesan, he was laughed away - it was far too expensive for him, and he, they said, was far too young to be able to appreciate fine things.
"Well?" the bearded man said. Rega turned to him, scratching his back which grew itchy at times like this. He gulped. "None of them I fancy, sir," he said. The bearded man's cold gaze met his for several long seconds, and then he grabbed Rega by the collar and threw him out the window.
Rega coughed out the dirt that had made his way into his mouth. He picked himself up, brushing his clothes and exhaling in relief. That wasn't so bad, he thought. At least he saved his money now. His horniness had been considerably reduced. It often made him do rather insane things.
Then he remembered something he had kept in the back of his mind, a place he had discovered awhile back on his jaunts through the city and that he told himself he had to go back to. A smile on his face, he raced to his next target.
The bathhouses of Fel were dedicated to the goddess herself. A huge statue of her graced the courtyards, water flowing out from her fulsome breasts. Rega had always wondered how she looked like. He was but a child when the Divines had vanished, leaving godless cities in their wake. Cerathia, like all the others, survived and prospered nonetheless.
Only nobles could enter it though, and Rega had no intention of entering through the main gates. Instead he wound his way through the backalleys and scaled several walls. It all came naturally to him, as if imprinted into the back of his head. He climbed over a wall, and leapt down, crouching. In front of him was a large marble wall of a building. He drew closer and and peeked through a tiny slit in a gap.
He saw heaven. Or at least, what he thought it should look like. In the sprawling pool were dozens of bathing noble women, their polished skins a contrast to the suntanned, scarred street girls he encountered. Nearby were a group of girls, with flowing raven hair and breasts barely rising out of their chests. Sisters, Rega guessed. And they were lovely.
His cock had grown hard at the sight of such women frolicking carelessly, unwary of their voyeur. He reached down his pants and began stroking himself. His mouth clamped shut; he had a tendency of letting out unwanted noises of pleasure. His breaths grew shallow as he watched a young girl, peeling the hair away from her wet skin, washing her breasts, her navels and the slit of her nearly hairless pussy.
