Keep to the Streets

Venus grimaced at the thought of sleeping outdoors, but the meeting with the guard had been too close. She shrugged. She’d slept under the stars before. What was another night?

But not in the alley. Leaving the stinking avenue, Venus found her way through the village and into the square. Shops were shuttered up against the night. Stalls here and there sat empty like hunched wooden caricatures of wasted men. No lanterns lit the street, but the moon played a silvery glow across the square. A fountain reared from the center of the village, a statue of a leaping dolphin spitting an arc of water which sparkled in the moonlight.

Venus slowed, walking by curved planters which formed a ring about the fountain. She brushed her hand over the upturned faces of flowers, which swayed with her touch delicately. Despite herself, Venus smiled. She hadn’t seen anything like them for some time. Certainly not since becoming Malkor’s ****. In the mercenary company’s earthen halls, it was all darkness and stones, mixed with the sudden rutting vitality of the minotaurs. They had no time to toy with beauty. They could appreciate it in a woman or a mare, but the outside world held little hold on them.

Venus found a bench and sat down. The cold didn’t bother her much. The linen outfit, though rough, was well spun and kept out the chill adequately. Besides, she’d felt worse in the nights on the road for the orc camp. Although those times, she thought with another pang of need, she’d had Malkor to keep her warm.

The thought of the minotaur made molten heat pool in her belly. She closed her eyes, recalling his powerful physique. His barrel chest and muscles corded and strong as iron. Her nostrils flared, recalling his musk, and her fingers moved along her leg, the automatic motion seeking to trace the hard shape of his abdominals and pelvis. Her dress rustled as she nudged it aside. No undergarments, she gasped and leaned her head against the back of the bench, tracing her finger tip along the lips of her cunt.

She moved slowly, teasing herself. This was stupid. She was in public! Nearly. But the streets were quiet, and oddly, the thought of it, of masturbating to the memory of her monstrous masters here, in the fortress of their enemies, filled her with a fire. She couldn’t stop herself, easing first one, then two fingers into her well fucked pussy.

Venus moaned and spread her legs, stretching them as the tingles of pleasure made her toes curl. The fountain burbled peacefully. The flowers rustled in the breeze and distantly, she heard a shout of a guard answered a moment later by a companion on the wall.

Unexpectedly, her vision of Malkor morphed. His skin turned green, his stature more squat, but no less muscled. Venus quivered as she began to thrust into herself with greater urgency, picturing Karuuk looming over her, demanding her attentions. Her lips parted, breath warm and steaming the air. She bucked as she added a third finger, her movements growing more frantic.

Her orgasm built deep inside of her. “Hr-hrn!” She stiffened, every one of her perfectly toned muscles tightening. She threw back her head. “Hn-ah, Ah! Ahhh!”

She shuddered as she came. Like descending from a pink cloud she felt her body ease. The seat of her gown was no wet from her juices but she paid it no mind. Removing her glistening fingers, she put them into the fountain without getting up, wriggling them in the cold water.

In the afterglow she basked in the quiet of the park. She wondered if it would survive her masters when tomorrow came? With that pleasant thought, her body still tingling from her orgasm, she slipped into sleep.

Venus woke well before morning, naturally. Her sharp ears warned her of the stalls beginning to open and she quickly sat up. She groaned, stretching joints made stiff by the cold night on the hard bench. Rising, she quickly dusted off her dress, pausing with a small rueful smile at the sight of the stain on its front. Hardly noticeable she thought, and it did give an added thrill somehow at the thought of walking around with it.

Taking up her basket once more Venus made her way down the street and towards the gate. She didn’t see Merrik, nor expected to, but it was somehow gratifying. She moved away, feigning interest in the shop window.

She spent the day wandering about. She never stayed anywhere long, so as not to arouse suspicion. Not that there was likely any. Who would think the pretty maid with the basket would be the one to betray them that very night. One or two men leered at her, their eyes devouring. Venus ignored them haughtily.

At no moment did the thought of how to open the gate not run through her mind. She was under no illusions as to the fate of the town. The able-bodied men would be enslaved, as would the women, though for a far different form of labour. The old would be killed, along with any who resisted. Overall, perhaps a quarter of the town’s menfolk would survive.

Venus felt a pang at that, but ignored it. It was what her masters wanted. And such numbers were usual for the plundering of a conquered town. The orcs would do nothing men had not a hundred times to those who would be their brothers. A sudden disgust for humanity ran through her. Humanity she had once sworn to protect. At least monsters were honest of what they were. If the orcs succeeded, they deserved the servitude of the town, and could do with it what they wished.

She mulled over the problem as the sun tracked its steady journey across the horizon. She was still at it when the shadows began to lengthen and people began to wander back to their homes, blissfully unaware of what that night would bring. Venus looked up, marvelling at how late it had grown. She turned, and walked through deepening shadows towards the gate.

It was time.