[P/GM] Nezihe alone again

Nezihe stood back against the wall of her cell, pressed against the cold stone. What had she done? She was exhausted certainly, and for what? A momentary victory? Her captor, this “Cadell” will surely be displeased. But maybe she’ll be able to leverage her reputation that would soon spread among the guards to be a little safer. She blinked, her vision going black around the edges. She sank to the floor and slumped against the wall, drained from her little encounter.

She woke up to a clear, female voice. “That wasn’t clever.”

The voice came from the cell across from hers. An elvish woman with beautiful auburn hair and a gravid belly stood just visible in the torch light.

“I… it was just instinct.”

“Maybe those instincts will get you out of here. Or maybe they’ll make your life hell. The latter is more likely.”

She walked forward to the bars of her cell to get a better look at her conversation partner. Her skin was tan, like she spent a lot of time in the sun, and her hair framed a face with high cheekbones and deep, brown eyes. She was beautiful, there was no doubt. But there was also something about her that reeked of defeat. Her breasts were heavy and Nezihe could just barely see them leaking milk.

“I’m Nezihe.”

“Amaia.”

“Who…” Nezihe gestured to her belly.

“Kyran. Everyone in the keep is his progeny. He uses us to make them.”

Nezihe’s eyes went wide in terror. She had no desire to be one of this man’s toys to be knocked up and left to rot down here. Perhaps she could make herself too much trouble for him? Or perhaps she’d only guaranteed a more brutal breeding.

“They’re all… They’re all his?”

“There are a lot of us down here. And he’s insatiable.” Her words were tinged with pain. “Sometimes he’ll let his men use the women too, so I suppose some are his grandchildren, but they’re all family somehow.”

“That’s horrible.”

“That’s how he maintains loyalty.”

Footsteps sounded around the corner and three more guards carrying a collar with two long poles sticking out from either side came into view. One was the guard from before, but two were new. One had elvish ears and the other had blue skin, but there was no denying how similar they looked. Kyran’s seed was powerful. They approached Nezihe, the one she’d bit before leveling a crossbow at her as the others unlocked the door. She ran back against the wall, but there was nowhere really to go.