Seed of the Void

Author's Notes

Its clear the welcome of the Tamberan Voidhold has run dry for Isaen and his new minion Eris. With the mysterious detractor's of Isaen benefactor's hot on his tail, it was high time to take his leave of the dark tower. How Eris' will use her connections to assist Isaen remained to be seen as the pair learns to trust eachother and feel out their roles in eachother's lives.

Thanks as always to my editor Kenjisato!

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The Harbor Teet

The stench of humans and other lesser beings had become more repugnant the further Marthion trekked through the Tamberan Voidhold. He held to his nose a perfumed cloth with scents of the Rosenglade smothered upon it, and breathed in deeply. The elven inquisitor would only have to endure the presence of mortals for a short time, as he surmised the sin that had been committed here. He felt close to the source of his charge, the strings coming together.

Forced to duck his head, he graced the creaking wood planks of the stairwell to the loft of the quaint establishment the mortals called, 'The Board and Bard'. At the summit, he entered a musky room filled with scents of mortal flesh, sulfur, the discharge of magical energy, and worst of all... mortal intercourse.

The rotund captain of the tower's guard entered first, blustering amidst his subordinates as his impossibly tall immortal guest came behind him. The guards who occupied the space, turning it over for any sort of clue, soon came to attention. All except for a guard harassing a young woman, who huddled atop the single bed in the room. She was nude, her sinful flesh exposed, except for a single blanket that she held around herself, and a peculiar necklace that hung low along her breasts.

"Oi, girl, give me dat sheet." The guard tugged at her only covering as she teary-eyed resisted, embarrassed to be in such a state amidst a group of men.

The keen eyes of the elvish inquisitor could see amidst her struggle with the guard that her core was leaking fluid. No doubt, the parasitic seed of a mortal male pushed upon her. Of course, amidst her fluids, was the smell that stung him the most. It was all he could do but gag at the disgustingly carnal nature of mortals.

"What is that?" The guard, having won the tug-of-war over the sheet, ripped it away from her. Naked, arms held close along her breasts and legs crossed to guard the visage of her female anatomy, she did her best to hide a rather large purse of coin.

"It's nothing!"

"Bullshit, give it here, girl." The guard made to rip the coin purse away, another grabbing her arms to pull them away from her breasts. They jiggled around lewdly, making a sickening feeling creep up in Marthion's throat. The bullish sexuality of mortals disgusted him. No doubt they meant to propagate themselves with this defenseless female, such animals.

"Yew must be a good whore to get so much coin." They cackled, having grabbed the coin purse and held her arms back. The young maiden Myra streamed tears, as she was set to be leered at by a dozen men. Even the rotund captain of the guard had a disgusting, low growl when he saw her.

"Animals." The inquisitor shuddered a word of contempt.

The guards and their captain froze.

"Milord, apologies if we have upset you. This insolent girl has refused cooperation," a sergeant, holding one of her arms back and rocking it to force a jiggle in her breast, reported.

"No doubt, your disgusting mating rituals do not encourage much cooperation..."

"Mating rituals..." The guard looked at the looming elf, mortified. He looked down at the girl, naked, staring up at him defensively, and he saw what the inquisitor saw.

"Unhand her, bastards, back up," the captain of the guard sighed, ordering his troopers back. Myra, again, covered herself and crossed her legs tightly, her glistening lower lips disappearing from their vision in disappointing haste.

"The sheet." Marthion held out a large hand, large enough to grab the skull of one of the guards.

It was quickly given up, and the elf inquisitor stepped towards the frightened girl. As expected, she looked more terrified of the immortal being before her, than being gang-raped by the guards around her. Elves had that effect on lesser beings. It was their holy aura that confronted their mortal and sinful souls.

But unlike the lustful guards, the elf draped the sheet back over her, allowing her to shield herself from the view of the men around her.

"The coin purse." His low voice rumbled, a disgusted look on his face as his nose could not be covered at this moment.

The guards looked reluctant to give up the bounty. The heavy sack had more coins than any had ever handled at once.

"The purse." His voice echoed in the most unnatural way around the room. Vivid darkness encroached on their souls as he did so.

It was quickly handed over. What was a heavy load in the hand of the guard was but a small drop in the palm of the elven inquisitor. He weighed it in his hand discerningly. His eyes scanned it, and then scanned the girl who viewed him with dread.

"No tavern girl makes such a sum here in the tow--" The fat captain raised a finger to interject his opinion, cut short.

"Silence." His voice was like a command that could not be ignored. A low growl of inhuman power that quelled any desire to dissent. He was deep in thought. And the imposition of the inept only served to delay his assessment.

"Girl." He slipped closer to the bed, his keen hearing picking up a spike in her breaths.

She was frozen in fear, no response lay upon her lips, but for the trembling of a maiden before a holy being, she could not truly understand.

"Girl," he repeated, this time softer, his elder-tone like a soothsayer milking the senses for the desired reception.

"Y-y-yes?" she stuttered, yet felt compelled to respond.

"Tell me. For what purpose is this sum?" He beckoned a response from her with words like a soft summer breeze. The guards looked on, perplexed. Did elves have such a manner of employing magical voices? Or do they whisper curses between breaths to consume your soul into betraying your guard?

The girl relaxed some, the sheet falling off her shoulder as she calmed herself. The elf took notice of a silver necklace, with a moon and a stag hanging from its chain.

"It was payment... for my services," she admitted, ashamed.

One of the guards could not help but cackle at the thought, as he eyed her hungrily.

Marthion shot the guard a look, setting him back a step cautiously. He shared such a look with the captain, as well.

"Dismiss your guard. I have no use for them." A low rumble like distant thunder commanded.

"Yes... yes, Milord." The captain did not even bother to argue. Such resistance to their elvish masters only served to diminish the mortal peoples.

The guards slowly filed out. Even the captain removed himself from the scene, though he had first tried to linger. A sharp gaze from the inquisitor had ended that idea.

"They are gone now. They will not harm you. I will command it." The elf looked down on Myra, too proud to stoop to her level as his head shared the dusty air with the rafters.

"Thank you..." She avoided his ethereal gaze, elvish eyes were too uncanny for comfort.

"So tell me... why such a sum for your services?"

His voice left little will to withhold information. Myra would spend some time relaying the truth of the encounter to him. Though key elements were missing, mainly any mention of Calista or her cohorts. Per her very adeptly told story, Isean was the only one to arrive at the 'Board and Bard' that day and shared his room alone until Myra joined him.

"... I was, at first, reluctant to allow him... to allow him to know me in such a way..." She reddened in the cheeks as she further averted her gaze. "But I could not reject such a sum."

While Marthion could not claim her story was inconsistent, there were certainly holes. For a tavern maid, she was convinced she was telling the whole truth of the encounter. But as an elvish inquisitor, he knew there was some spell at work to rob her memory of key details that could aid his investigation. For now... there was little he could do. He did not desire to warp her very soul into thin strands of mortal chords he could pluck to discover the missing links. To do such a thing would be reserved for those who had heinously defied the Elven Order. He would not risk countenance on the deities that count themselves as the mortal's benefactors by employing such means. But... the current state of things was troubling.

"One last question, girl."

"Yes...?"

"The necklace, where does it come from?" His eyes shimmered as he fixated on it.

Myra gasped, clutching it closely as he eyed it, almost in a defensive manner. This reaction was strange. Suspicious even.

"This... this was my grandmother's." Myra defiantly told the elf her truth.

Marthion had no reason to doubt her tale. Though so much of the circumstances around this maiden lay in suspicion. Her part in it was an unknowing participant. She seemed to not only be missing key details of her encounter, but also seemed altered in her perception of reality. Marthion could sense a magical presence in the necklace. Though it was so small that its power would be of no significance.

"May I see it?" Marthion asked, in a way that she could refuse if she desired.

"I'd rather you not." Her tone was protective.

The clank of golden coin fell to the mattress as the inquisitor dropped the purse before her once more.

"Your support for my investigation has been insightful... girl." He returned his perfumed cloth to his nose before ducking his lead to leave.

Alone in the 'Board and Bard', Myra was left naked and confused as to her interaction with the elf. But for his part, she remained unmolested by the guards from there on out until she left the tower behind her for good.

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If Isaen thought that Eris or 'Rook', as she called herself, shot daggers at him while he fucked her, then he soon learned the real knives came out when she was wet and cold. Shivering, arms held across her naked chest and coated in the water her new boss had thrown at her. Eris looked truly feral. Before they could proceed to the ship, Isaen knew she needed to wash off. That was if she ever hoped to be passable. This meant he had to strip her down to her birthday suit and douse her with some fresh well water he had paid coin to gain exclusive access to.

"If it's any consolation, you look cuter the wetter you are," he jabbed, as he watched the cold water dribble off every smooth stretch of her skin. Keeping her legs and arms crossed, she shivered severely. Teeth gnashing, she envisioned Isaen's demise.

"F-f-fuck... y-y-you," she chattered.

"C'mon now, you look to not have had a bath in some time." Bucket in hand, he walked up to her, making it a point to look down his nose at the girl. "I can't be seen with a dirty urchin, won't do well for my credibility."

A waterfall fell over her head as the last of the dirt was washed from her skin. A low growl followed from the feral girl.

A few meters off, a pair of filthy vagrants watched the naked girl with perverted interest, snickering and hoping Isaen would discard her for their amusement. Isaen had noticed them and looked too intimidating to trifle with. Eris knew that her deal with the strange rogue was her best bet for survival. Isaen admired her common sense.

"Next time, I'll get you a warm bath, just now, we don't have time." He took a wet hand and slapped the underside of her cunt, making sure to rub and clean her well. He couldn't tell if she was growling, or purring, as he did so, and neither was he sure which he preferred.

Two clicks of Isaen's tongue caught her attention, and a dark cloak was dropped on her head magnanimously.

"Put that on, and put your hair up. We'll get you some proper clothes somewhere before finding our way to your friends."

Little incentive for Eris to hold the dark cloth to her small body was needed. She shivered for a time as they gained their bearings, and headed for the wharf. Behind them, the two vagrants still snickered and made to follow.

"Nuh-uh." Isaen slipped the hand cannon from its holster and pointed it at the two, flicking its barrel to the right to warn them to get lost.

Both croaked and made haste away, they didn't want that sort of trouble. From under the hooded cloak, Eris caught the glimmer of the weapon and wondered who exactly this guy was to have so much coin and firepower on him.

"So, what's next...?" She meekly followed as Isaen strode down the alley, no cloak, only the scar on his face as a defining feature. He did his best to look less than dark, for the sake of anyone even thinking of turning him in.

"Get you clothes, and then it's time for you to do your part."

Clothes... it was crazy for Eris to think about having a new set of clothes. It had been years since she was a young girl when she had proper clothes. That much piqued her interest, and with the prospect of him taking her off this rock, she let a sliver of hope enter her mind that it could all be changing for her.

"This way. There is a consignor in the back alley I stole those last bit of clothes from." Eris pointed towards a stretch of alley that led back to the main drag.

"And what, we just walk up to him and say, sorry not sorry?"

"I don't know... it's been a while, I'm sure he won't recognize me, he's an old man."

"Could just turn us in." Isaen didn't like the idea as he narrowed his eyes. Could he even trust her to give him such suggestions?

"By the looks of his operation, I don't think he asks many questions, other than for coin."

"Fine. Remember our deal."

The memory of the cold feeling of Isaen's steel at her gut made Eris shiver, and her boss' eyes keenly flicker.

While the cloak kept the cold stale air off of her, she still felt a chill on her naked folds beneath its fabric. The pair made haste down alleyways as she led him to a hole-in-the-wall several meters off the main road in the quiet of the alleyway. Outside, a single lantern glowed in the shadows, as an old figure rocked back and forth on the back heels of his chair. Stepping closer, the pair could see crates of all manner of fabrics, clothes, and other apparel that had been hastily rummaged through by the last prospective customers. The old man looked off down the alley towards the main road, keenly aware that an abnormal amount of hustle and bustle carried on through the tower.

"Come to buy?" The old man's question became more pointed, as he held up a crossbow that had sat across his lap cocked with a bolt.

"Aye." Isaen stopped short, putting a hand across Eris' to stop her.

Running a finger across his bulbous nose and adjusting his round spectacles, the proprietor turned his gaze to the pair and sniffed.

"Last I saw that rat, she was dodging a quarrel from my bow after she stole from me." He leveled the crossbow squarely at Eris.

The girl gasped, amazed how he could remember her underneath his cloak and after this time.

"You look less than scrupulous yourself." His spectacles glimmered in the fire of his lantern, as he stared at Isaen.

"Seems to me that's your clientele." Isaen nodded to the shadowy facade of his establishment. Inside a few more lanterns lit dozens of more crates full of other rags.

"Hmmmm." The old man's crossbow never left the sight of Eris' gut.

"She works for me now. Does this settle it?"

A gold coin flicked across the darkness with only a faint shimmer to guide it to the old man's lap. His sausage fingers picked it up as he stuck it under the flesh of his large nose and rubbed the metal along it.

"Aye. We're more than even then." He lay the crossbow back along his lap.

"Perhaps we can take a look at your stock? She needs new garb."

"I'll say."

Eris growled, but Isaen slapped her on the back of the head.

"Take what you need. We're settled." He continued to sniff at the gold coin, as Isaen and Eris began to rummage through the piles of clothes within.

Cloaks, tunics, pants, belts, undergarments, and all manner of implements were piled high within the damp storefront. There was a sharp mustiness to it all, blood and crud on much of it, but it was more than enough for their purposes. Isaen found a stained green cloak with a golden rope to fit around his neck. Then, a matching cap fitted with a golden broach that made him look more like a skald than the rogue he was. Eris, for her part, was shuffling around a small box of ladies' undergarments in the corner, admiring some of their smooth fabrics. Isaen knew they were nowhere near the top of the line. But for a girl living in the gutter for so long, they certainly would make her feel like she was a queen.

"Here, take this." Isaen tossed a green velvet dress across the room, landing on top of her head. She examined it for a time, its long sleeves and sleek, glimmering fabric that ran across a low neckline and a rather short skirt. While most girls of finer locales would consider it too skimpy and out of style, Eris had never seen anything prettier.

Dropping the cloak, she stood nude for a time, looking at the dress; Isaen watched and admired her body. Despite her skinniness from lack of a proper meal, she had a rather feminine structure to her. Petite, but with hips that had a slight curve to them. Her stomach was flat with a hint of a soft bump that led to her navel. Her legs were long and sleek, running up to an ass that certainly had potential with the right diet. Her breasts, while non-existent, had cute pink nipples that nearly blended in with her skin and looked juicy enough to feed on. She had a long neck and a neat jawline that was rounded out with a cute set of cheeks. For the first time since he met her, she was smiling, looking at the dress in her hands.

A small yelp from Eris answered a stiff slap on her ass.

"Hurry up and get that on, our ride leaves on the hour."

Isaen had just started this journey where the swath of women he would meet was incalculable, if he played his cards right. Yet, just three girls in, this Rook girl made his loins stir a particular way as he loomed over her. Her big eyes looking up at him as she slipped the green dress over her head, certainly did his desire no favors. She didn't even need a bra, her neckline loosely hanging open for Isaen to peer down when he wanted. She picked out a few silk panties and slipped on a pair underneath her skirt that only came to mid-thigh on her. A pair of long leather boots would seal the look, as they left her skin, from knee to skirt, bare and white. A green cowl she found in a nearby bin matched the dress as she slipped it over her knotted yet done-up hair.

For a brief moment, it did not feel like there was as much of a rush for Isaen. He stared at the girl dressed in misfitting clothes whom he had plucked out of the street. Eris' large brown eyes were as bright as they could be, unsullied by the life she had been living.

Catching himself, Isaen wiped his face with a rough hand before tossing to Eris, one of the many empty sacks lying around.

"Get a few more things and stick it in this sack."

Distrust still resided in her eyes. It was too soon for that to fade. However, she indulged and stuffed several other clothes that caught her interest inside the bag. They had little time to try it all on.

Ushering her out of the store, they took their leave of the old man still sitting out front gazing into the distance.

"We're settled, move along." He beckoned them, the gold piece enough to get twice what they actually took. Though until they had passed around the corner of the alley, the old man kept a sharp eye on them, with his crossbow a moment away from being level with their hearts.