"You may call me Chriand, young lady." It took a few minutes to steep and cool the tea, but once it was done, Chriand assisted Shiloh in feeding the bard equal parts tea and stew. It wasn't too long before the blonde had regained her pink coloring. She drifted off to sleep within the soft nest of blankets that Shiloh had created for them.
"I suppose I should get some sleep as well," Shiloh yawned after she'd eaten her fill of the savory venison stew. It wasn't as good as Chella's, but the hearty fare had gone a long way to helping her feel at rights again.
Chriand's eyes flicked up and down her naked form, "I'd be willing to forgo any coin for my gracious hospitality if you'd be willing to spend the night in my bed. It's been a long time since something as beautiful as you have graced my presence. What say you?"
A dark scowl crossed her features, "Your gracious hospitality, huh? I let you fuck me and in return you won't throw us out on our asses. Is that's how it's going to be now?" Shiloh took a good look at the man. His weathered face spoke of a life spent within these harsh climes. He wore his coal black hair slicked back against his scalp. Bushy eyebrows framed darker than sin eyes while a handlebar mustache rested above thin pale lips. Though he stood a full head shorter than she, his presence filled the room. An aura of confidence and perhaps something a little darker added to his allure. It wasn't that he was unattractive that held her indecisively, far from it when it came right down to it, but that she didn't like feeling obligated to do something just because he rendered aid.
Shiloh ticked over the pros and cons in her mind, going back and forth between the edicts of Bastian and the desire to not feel beholden to the man before her. It wasn't that she hadn't bartered her body to get wanted before that bothered her. It was his assumption that she would jump gung-ho into it just because he'd allowed them to stay. But what could it hurt? It had been awhile since she'd fucked in Bastian's name. The man before her needn't know her plan until its fruition. She flashed her cat smile at him, extending her hand, "If that's what you want, Chriand dear."
He pushed her roughly onto his bed, discarding his tunic and trousers before he joined her. His mouth slammed down on her, full of fire and fury. She could taste a hint of copper as he bit at her lips. A maddened rush pumped through her as Chriand covered her fully. He pushed her thighs open, driving into her tight channel with a savagery that made her curious when he had had a woman last. He pounded into her ruthlessly. His fingers plucked her nipples, his hands seized her flesh, and she reveled in it, begged shamelessly for more. Abandoning her pink peaks, he located her clit, thrumming it relentlessly before she climaxed, thrusting up to meet his cock as he spurted his hot seed deep within.
He offered nothing of tenderness or thanks as he pulled out of her pussy, drizzling a trail of his seed down her thigh, and pushed her out of his bed. His face was cold, distant, and she knew he had gotten what he wanted from her. He sneered at her, eyeing her while she lay upon the cold floor, panting breathlessly, leaking seed from her slit. So much for spending the night, she scoffed as she crawled over to where Pia slept peacefully.
From within her glamered armor resting on the floor, she pulled Bloodlust and Darksbane. Then she returned to Chriand, concealing the weapons from sight. Pushing her way back onto the bed, she straddled his thighs. "Don't say we're done already," she purred, grinding her wetness against his swelling shaft.
He shoved her aside once more, "We're done, slut. Be lucky I still offer you the warmth of my fire."
Shiloh reached out to Bastian for strength, feeling it flood her senses. Her hands transformed into claws while her skin turned deep ruby red. She slammed Chriand against the wall, raking the razor sharp appendages down his chest, just deep enough to draw blood.
Chriand screamed, "Get back, foul harpy."
Shiloh smeared a claw through his blood, lifting it to her lips to taste it. "You've made a big mistake by taking my desire to fuck and twisting into something ugly for your own enjoyment. The Lord of Lust and Vengeance is very displeased." Lifting Darksbane, she dragged it across the flesh of his pectoral muscles, enjoying the whimpers coming from his mouth, enjoying the delicious taste of fear dripping from his pores. "Now I must find a way to please him. Thus I offer him your soul."
She drew back her hand, slamming Darksbane into his chest, smashing ribs as it penetrated his heart. He let out a strangled gasp before slumping out of her grasp. "Swift death to those who have wronged me," she whispered, delivering onto her most revered Lord the first of many souls she would harvest in Ravenstown.
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Shiloh slept for several hours curled tightly around Pia. When she awoke, she quickly donned her armor then quietly hefted Chriand's body out into the snow, burying him in a snowdrift and praying he wouldn't be discovered until spring. Or at least until she and Pia were already gone. Taking in a deep breath, she knew she couldn't tell Pia what she had done. The bard wouldn't understand.
She wandered down the rutted, ice choked road that bypassed the small house. She followed it a good distance until she noted the village palisade in the distance. That must be the Ravenstown. It was good to know that it was close, though she prayed no one would recognize them. It surely wouldn't be good if word of them being in the village reached the ears of Terek. There's was no telling where he'd send them this time.
Upon return to the small house, she disposed of the leftover stew, cleaned the stewpot and began chopping meat, potatoes, onions and carrots that she discovered in his larder. Once she was finished, she browned the meat in a cast iron skillet on his pot bellied cook stove, rolling it in a flour/broth mixture to create some semblance of gravy before adding it the iron kettle. She left it to cook while she straightened Chriand's bed, removing all evidence that a man had perished there.
By the time the stew was ready she had steeped and cooled more willowbark tea for Pia. Now came the task of waking the slumbering bard. Though Shiloh loathed the thought of disturbing her, she knew she would need food to keep her strength up. After all, the task of finding a way to release the dragon from its imprisonment loomed ahead of them. That in itself would be no easy task. Someway, somehow there had to be a way. Shiloh was determined to find it.
Insinuating herself under the blankets, she snuggled next to Pia, tracing her fingers over Pia's rosy skin. With whispery butterfly caresses, she coaxed the bard awake. Pia's eyes fluttered open as a soft sigh slipped forth from parted lips. "Shiloh," she cried. "Don't stop!"
Shiloh dipped her fingers between Pia's wet folds, thrumming a rhythm on Pia's sensitive nubbin. Her lips ghosted over Pia's peaks, licking and nibbling tenderly. Shiloh raised above Pia, lips locking hard with Pia's as Pia cupped either side of the Shiloh's face leaning into the kiss. Pia moaned and arched into the touch she'd craved, from the one who'd filled her dreams. She could hardly catch her breath from the sensations thrilling her at every turn, the smooth silky caress of Shiloh's skin against hers, the heat of their bodies, the soft, silky hands roaming her, caressing, teasing, satisfying her hunger, drawing her deeper into her web. The blonde bard's moans were enticingly erotic, calling out to the part of Shiloh that welcomed her Lord's edict of lust. Flipping back the furs and blankets, Shiloh coaxed Pia's legs apart, sliding them upward, exposing her to the cool air. Dipping close, Shiloh licked her lips again, inhaling, reveling in Pia's delicate, delicious scent. With desperate aggression, Shiloh's fingers formed a taut spear trailing through a scant nest of blond hair nestling the bard's most sensitive spot.
Pia cried out, meeting Shiloh's thrust blissfully. Pia's hips rolled wantonly, giving way to the onslaught of sensation of her lover's touch, despite its roughness. Something was eating at Shiloh. That much Pia knew. The princess had never been this aggressive with her.
Shiloh worked her taut hand in and out, thrusting harder, deeper, faster, lost in the sensation of pleasuring Pia and the wonder of the woman writhing beneath her touch, begging her for more, clutching at her, clinging to her, crying out her name. Pia trembled uncontrollably as her pleasure built higher and higher, soon, too soon, she knew, she would reach her peak.
Pia exploded around the thrusting fingers as Shiloh rubbed her thumb over the bard's clit. Shiloh's eyes fluttered shut, savoring the moment, when she felt Pia's wet walls tighten around her fingers. The bard's hips jerked, moving in time with Shiloh ministrations. Pulling Shiloh close, Pia kissed her passionately, lips and teeth biting hungrily. Pushing Shiloh flat, Pia felt her shudder when she plunged her own fingers deep into Shiloh's channel and curled them, seeking a certain spot. One thrust, two, three... they came together, shuddering and writhing while they swallowed each other's screams of bliss. Pia nuzzled Shiloh, smiling happily, blue eyes sparkling, "What a wonderful way to start the day," she whispered, sealing Shiloh's lips with a lingering tender kiss.
