Order An Early Breakfast in Bed

You have asked her, demands whispered between the caresses you shared with your meals.

”We do cards,” she answered. ”Paper slips for early breakfast and our late arrivals. The kitchen will be empty, and I’ll be the only one awake. We have a few every month and it always falls to me. Pa won’t think it strange.”

You agreed and she brought ten. The pen moved easily on the small pieces of grey, rectangular paper. You have made a cross next to the preprinted ’BREAKFAST’, and you made sure to write your name and room number in clear and blocky letters.

Sleep does not come easy now, not with anticipation keeping you suspended at the edge of dream and chased by the thunder hoofs of your beating heart. Sweat pools from your hard cock and leaves your fingers slick and shaking. Strange thoughts creep along the borders of memory – of Sanity – and then dream floods to drag you under.

{if Sanity = 2} She-wolves suck the marrow from your exposed bone, a proud spike that forever hardens against their yellow, blood-flecked teeth. It splinters, gnashed and cracking, and the bites draw white blood to cover their bestial lips. {elseif Sanity = 3} Salt water fills your burning lungs, and the Nixe’s kiss is cold as ice. She scrapes her teeth across your lips, drawing blood. Dark bubbles rise towards the distant light, and you gasp. She smiles and seals you, filling your dying shade with dark blue life. You come to rest on an algae bed, resting but forever unable to breathe. She moves her lips lower and sucks your cock. You beg her to stop, but the Sea drowns your voice and leaves you too weak to resist. {elseif Sanity = 4} Sluttish slaves surround you. Each of you is clad in wispy nothing, and high on the dais your Feyish liege bars silver sharp teeth. She moves her hand and the two women beside you drop to their knees. One crawls towards the mistress and the other readies herself for you. Your cock is hard, but you wait until the Lady on the throne frees her own and bids you dance. Hers is thick as a branch and covered in bark. Sweet sap glistens on the tip, filling the room with the smell of ripe fruit.

The chains around your ankles jingle as your tip enters the mouth of your fellow whore. Leaves rustle and twigs break from your stem, but you dance and thrust to keep pace with your liege. {else} She stands in sunshine. The Sea is calm and you emerge refreshed from the gentle waves. She offers you her hand and pulls you on deck. The Demeter is flatter, cleaner, nicer and the wooden planks sparkle, brilliant in the golden rays of a healthy sun.

You cannot see her face. It is shaded by the giant chimney stack, throbbing metal stretching towards the heavens.

”So big,” she says, freeing your cock.

You no longer recognise her voice.{endif}

The closing of the door wakes you from your fitful slumber. Small feet move silently across the wooden boards. ”Sir,” the Innkeeper’s Eldest whispers, but you do not move. ”Sir?” She sets her tray down on your desk, listening quietly for the calm breath raising your chest. ”Sir?”

A small candle sits between pancakes and coffee, casting flickering shadows across the twilight. You are on your back, peeking through lidded eyes, your morning wood rising to form a shaded tent under the thin blanket.

She gasps, ”Sir,” and closes the gap. Her warm hand dives under the cool cover and finds you by the root. ”Sir,” she says, running her hand along the shaft. ”I know you’ve heard me.”

You raise your head and pull down hers. She accepts the kiss, massaging your cock all the while. Her open lips quiver with anticipation and her tongue trembles, tamed by yours. You caress her hair and explore her body. Each touch opens her eyes and causes her hands to shake. The weak light casts her hair black as pitch, but her skin shines pale as nacre. Warm honey smells fill the air and you drink her in. A hint of wild salt dews on her temple, the taste of distillery spices and dark syrup.

You undo some buttons and nudge the lacy underwear aside.

”Sir!” She whispers into your ear. Her breath is hot, but her body is stiff and the hot hand around your length no longer moves. ”Be careful, Sir.” A shiver raises her breasts, her nipples stiff against the thin fabric of her blouse.

Your finger finds her wet but shaking, and you kiss her again.

”S – ir!” She moans, weak from your touch and wide-eyed. ”You’re huge and I – please, be gentle.”

A second finger drives her wild, her shaking body rearing into your embrace. You, relenting, undo the final barriers and caress her peaks. Fingers, lips and tongue relax her down on her back, her mouth forming a wordless plea. Sweat glistens inside her belly button, and her open legs beg for your tender caress.

You kiss lower, teasing her wet slit apart with gentle kisses. She, moaning, runs her fingers through your hair, her grip weakening with each flick of your tongue. Sweat nectar flows from her quivering sex and fills your mouth with the taste of salt and sweet tang. You, sliding to the floor, dive deep and she, shuddering, climaxes on the tip.

”Sir?” She is out of breath, and her voice is a hot whisper. ”I’m ready. I never – I want to feel you now!”

A probing kiss keeps her suspended, and a flick of the tongue sends her back over the edge. You drink her satisfaction, salty and sweet, and then use your fingers to make her scream as you move your head between her breasts.

"Siiir!" She sinks, her lips aquiver, down to the mattress. Her legs are spread open and she screams as your tip teases her open. "Yeess! Yeees! Please, Sir, yeees!"

You take her slow, she writhing under you and shuddering with each inch you give her. Her lips meet yours and your tongue enters her as you make her yours. She caresses, then scratches your back, driven mad by your thrust. You are deep inside her and you have reduced her to beg silently, too weak to answer your kisses.

A final lunge drives you over the edge too. She shudders and receives you, coming to her own final orgasm as your seed floods into her.

You pull free, coating her white inside and out. And her limp hand finds your limping member to deliver soft tugs to your softening cock. She then raises her head enough for you to kiss her and comes to rest, sweaty and slick, with her back to your breast. You kiss her spine and smell the matted hair, your caress pausing to feel the rise and fall of her chest.

"Thank you," she says. "First Officer."

You have gained Sanity.

Your Sanity is now: {if Sanity = 2} 2 – Nightmares {elseif Sanity = 3} 3 – Bad Dreams {elseif Sanity = 4} 4 – Dreamless Sleep {elseif Sanity = 5} 5 – Pleasant Dreams (This boon will not last) {else} X – You are not playing {endif}

The two of you lie together until an errant sunbeam penetrates the blinds, reminding her of all the work to be done. She jumps from the bed, cursing like a dock-side whore, and cleans herself, shuddering and broad-legged, with the cold water on your dresser. "Fuck."

The morning has only just begun.

{if The Passage of Time > 95} Your Time in Barenhaven is running out {elseif The Passage of Time > 80} Your Time in Barenhaven is coming to a close {elseif The Passage of Time > 60} You have some Time left in Barenhaven {elseif The Passage of Time > 50} Your Time in Barenhaven is half-way over {elseif The Passage of Time > 30} You have quite some Time left to spend in Barenhaven {elseif The Passage of Time > 15} You have a lot of Time left to spend in Barenhaven {elseif The Passage of Time > 5} Your Time in Barehaven has just begun {else} You are now spending Time in Barenhaven {endif}

You, naked and aroused by the strange display, stop her by the door. She melts into your arms and kisses your lips.

"I..." She does not finish the thought, instead opting to kiss you again. "First Officer," she adds as she finds your growing hardness threatening to stain her skirt. A mischievous smile lights up her face as she lowers herself down, knees bending to reach the tip. She plants her lips on your member, teasing you with the tip of her tongue. "Be seeing you, First Officer," she says, slipping away. "Soon."