Aftermath of Blue-Rock - Day 1

Sephenia

I had watched as Aucus disappeared into the trees and then I had stayed a while longer, searching the wooden thicket for any sign of him, knowing he was already too deep for me to see him. At last, wiping a tear from my eye, I turned my back to him and began the walk back towards Blue-Rock and my home.

It had been a few days since it had rained last, and as my feet kicked up the dry dirt of the path, my mind was drawn to the other child in my care. Mia had been growing quieter recently, likely because she hadn’t been with her mother in so long. If Motten didn’t release Rosaria soon then it would have a lasting impact on the poor child, it wouldn’t do to leave her this long again. And as for Elsie… I had seen her with Aucus in bed this morning before I left, she wasn’t home when I returned, and Aucus was on his own when he came back. Where was the girl?

As I turned the corner and saw my house, I witnessed a sight that disturbed me deeply, my door had been broken in and was lying flat on the wooden floor. I rushed towards it, shit he’s here already I thought to myself, I had been hoping that it would take longer for Motten to hear the news. My feet trampled over the planks of the door and saw who was in my home

Lord Harod Motten was seated on one of the chairs in my kitchen, my furs moved from the floor to the chair to provide him with comfort. A fire raged in his eyes as he looked at me, dressed in detailed armour and holding a sword with a golden hilt, encrusted with jewels. The rest of the room was filled with men, showered in silver plate and wielding menacing blades, cloaks attached to themselves were patterned with the bear insignia of the Motten house. One of them had a vice-like grip on Mia’s arms, holding the young girl as she struggled against him.

“Get your hands off of her” I yelled as I ran into the room and charged at the one holding Mia in his grip. Before I could reach them, I received a blow to my stomach from the gauntlet of one of the men, I staggered and clutched my stomach in pain as I hunched over. I felt hands reach for my arms holding my tightly, far more tightly than Mia was being held. I struggled but there were too many men holding me, I felt wet saliva hit my face as one of them spat at me.

Motten carefully rose from the chair and walked over to me, his large frame filling much of the room by itself. He paused in front of me, looking me up and down in disgust before his clenched fist flew at my face. My head jerked backwards, and I felt a gushing pain, I was sure that my nose had been broken as blood trickled down. His fist punched me again and again in my face, bruising and blackening my flesh. At last he gave me a reprieve and I thought it was done until a rapid succession of blows came for my stomach, I suffered through them, groaning and spitting blood onto the floor.

“WHERE IS HE?!” the man yelled in my face before throwing another punch at my face. He seethed and it looked like he was trying to control his anger, “Where is that bastard of yours?”

He was mistaken if he thought that a little beating would be enough to make me give up my own son, goddesses please let him be far from here by now. “Go fuh yuhself” I managed to spit at him, my mouth filling with blood and starting to swell. My disobedience received yet another fist to my jaw, had the bone cracked?

“You will tell me where he is, then I will have him flayed, my dogs will ravage his body, and his pain will last for months until he is begging for his death. You will watch it all and understand that no one can lay a hand on a Motten and go unpunished” he hissed into my face, his spittle flying at me as his knuckles tightened on the hilt of his blade.

I spat my blood into his face, “yuh a bashtard, yuh shon ishn’t worth the shit in my bucket” I glare at him and take the punches again and again as I receive them. “Yuh’ll never touch Aucush”

He gave me a menacing smile and proceeded to continue my beating; my face was a bruised pulp by the time he was done. He looked down at his hands, split and bleeding from the damage he had inflicted upon me. He glanced at one of his guards that wasn’t holding me, “You” he said, “beat her”

The man stepped forward eagerly and took the place of his master, seemingly enjoying himself as he inflicted the damage.

My ears had a tinny whine to them, and my vision was starting to blur as I saw someone enter through the broken doorway. I squinted my eyes and made out the figure, Canis? What was he doing here, goddesses, no. Had he heard about Aucus, the idiot. He was going to do something beyond stupid.

“You bastard!” the aging man roared, pulling a skinning knife from his belt. He dashed towards one of the guards holding me and plunged the blade into his neck, killing the man. I felt the grip on me weaken as he fell to the floor, but I was too hurt and weary to protest my capture. “I’ll kill you” I heard him yell and move to charge Motten with the knife

Before he could cover even half the distance to the man, the guards finally managed to free their blades from the scabbards and plunged the sharp instruments into Canis’ body. In his rage he had thought of no plan to help and simply charged in, now he was stuck by three separate swords. Blood rapidly began to stain his clothing and trickle down to my floor, blood gurgled from his mouth, and he dropped to his knees before collapsing completely on the floor.

I heard a roar of agony come from my throat and a surge of strength as I shrugged free from my captors and rushed to the body of my dear friend. “Canis, Canis, Canis” I whispered to his face as I cradled the head of his corpse in my lap. I felt blood begin to coat my legs and stain my trousers as I held him, muttering his name with tears streaming down my eyes.

Motten stepped towards us, careful to avoid the spreading blood, unwilling to taint his boots. He kicked the corpse and sneered at me. I felt his boot jam into my ribs but just stayed with Canis as I protected what was left of the man. “You will tell me where that boy is. I am a patient man, I can wait. Until then, know that your service of hunting monsters will no longer be compensated by my estate, and I will find any reason to punish you. We’ll see how long you hold out in my dungeons”. He nodded to his men, and they began to flow from my house, leaving me and Mia alone with a corpse.

Zarin

I had fallen unconscious at the rocks after that boy had used his strange magic on me, I had to admit to myself that I hadn’t expected it. He was just another mite, I had felt like punching something and his face had annoyed me, I couldn’t say why, it just frustrated me for some reason. It had been going well until that purple light. If I didn’t hurt so much, I would be almost impressed by him. Once he had left with that sack of lard, I had tried to get up but found myself drifting to sleep.

When I awoke, I managed to get to my feet and had staggered back to the manor. My arm was limp and pulsing with agony, it had taken me hours to get back but at last, I had seen the manor. I let out a sigh of relief at the sight of the only bastion of civilisation in this disgusting shit-heap that the locals call a village.

One of the help had seen me as I approached the manor and I heard her call for someone as she ran inside, what was her name again? It doesn’t matter I suppose. She had ran back out again and rushed towards me

“Lord Zarin, are you okay? Here let me help” she had said, her hands reaching to comfort me and aid me in my walk to the doors. I lashed at her with my good arm and knocked the scum aside as she touched me

“Get your hands off of me, I managed to walk back here. You think a few more steps would break me?!” I roared at her, she lowered her head in submission and backed away meekly, muttering apologies of some sort or another.

As I stepped through the doors of the manor, I saw our household healers scrambling as they prepared something. Good, they’re ready for me I thought to myself. I glanced towards my father’s office where his doors lay shut as usual. The imposing sight of the heavy wood, warding off any would-be visitors.

I followed the healer to her rooms and was instructed to lay down on the bed. Reluctantly I did as I was told. “My Lord, my name is Carlot. I want you to relax, I’m going to undress you and examine your wounds” she said in a soft voice. I grunted and nodded my head, allowing her hands to remove my clothing. The experience was not an enticing one, Carlot was an aging woman and did not have an attractive appearance, the only reason she was still employed was likely because of her skills with healing.

She lay her hand on my broken arm and roughly jerked it back into the flesh, I roared in pain and gritted my teeth. She gave me a leather strap to bite down on before jerking on my arm again, adjusting it into the correct position. I seethed through the strap, making bite marks that would no doubt remain. “It’s okay, it’s okay” her voice came at me. I felt her touch on my arm move towards the wound where the bone had jutted out from and start to become warm.

The bone began to slowly fuse together, the flesh knitting and the cuts and bruises healing themselves. It was a slow process, but I could feel my body healing as Carlot concentrated and left her touch on my body, a soft light emanating from the spot where she made contact. I relaxed on the bed, relieved of my clothing except for my undershorts as my mind drifted to Aucus. Before, the thought of him and only filled me with annoyance, something I would like to squash for no reason other than to get it out of my way. But now, now I was filled with hate, rising within me, my blood boiling as I pictured his face and that white hair of his. I wouldn’t squash him, no I would crush him, utterly destroy every facet of his existence before I killed him.

As I was laying on the bed, the door opened, and Anya stepped in. She was one of the whores in my father’s harem, she insisted that she was a noblewoman albeit of the lesser nobility, though still she was just a whore to me. She had an exquisite body, large firm breasts, a slender figure, a deep tan, and a perfectly round and soft rear. She had long black hair that she usually kept loose and flowing down her back, a pretty face that was enhanced by the touches of makeup she wore, and the fullest lips that I had ever seen on a woman. In truth, it was no wonder that my father kept her in his harem.

“Zarin, you poor boy. I heard you had been injured, oh, is he okay?” she said as she sat on the bed with me in the revealing clothes that my father gave to all of the women in his harem. She directed that last question to Carlot who was still healing me.

“Yes, he is hurt quite badly but I got to him quicky. There should be no permanent damage” she assured the woman as she continued to heal me. As Anya sat next to me on the bed, I put my hand around her waist and kneaded my hand into her soft buttocks. She blushed but allowed me to touch her as I wished, I had made sure that my father’s women knew that they didn’t simply belong to him.

“I am quite fine” I said through gritted teeth, “When I get my hands on that cunt… well, I’ll be even better then” Anya nodded as though my words were gospel, I felt myself growing stiff in my undershorts as I groped her body and looked at the rest of her. It was very noticeable to the rest of the room and Carlot’s cheeks had flushed.

My body felt sore, but it was no longer in agony and my arm, though an ugly purple and green colour, felt as though it was in one piece once more. I sat up in the bed so that my back was resting against the headboard, I moved my hand up Anya’s body and ran it through her hair, cradling her head. “Since you’re here Anya, you may as well make yourself useful” I said, glancing at my growing bulge as I gently urged her head towards it.

The woman was obedient in her actions as she lowered her head towards my erect manhood and dropped my undershorts. I sprung free as the barrier of my undershorts were removed and Carlot averted her gaze. She knew what the women of my father’s harem were for, though as a healer she had had little opportunity to witness such deeds. I felt the wetness of Anya’s tongue as it slathered across me, I groaned in pleasure and ran my hand through her black hair.

She planted kisses along the length of my hardness, running her tongue along it before at last she took me into her mouth. She was very talented at the art of pleasing men, and I could feel her tongue wrestling softly across my erection. Her mouth was warm and pleasant, her head bobbing up and down as her saliva dribbled down the inside of my thigh.

“You’re a good girl” I muttered as I added a little force to my touch, guiding her head up and down. As I listened, I could hear the slurping sound that her mouth was making and the quiet moans of pleasure.

I glanced towards Carlot who still had her healing touch on my arm. She was looking away from me in embarrassment, I couldn’t help but smirk.

Anya continued pleasuring me with her mouth for a further ten minutes, taking all of me into her mouth as she worked her magic. Her tongue lapping at my jewels as she worshipped me with her mouth, her full lips looking so enticing as she pursed them against my flesh.

My member was throbbing in Anya’s mouth, she was truly an artist with her mouth as she brought me close to the edge of my climax. It was as though she could sense it, her tongue moved and started to massage the tip. Her wet touch on that sensitive area elicited a groan from my mouth, the hand of my good arm clenching her hair in a tight grip.

She persisted and I couldn’t control myself, I erupted into her mouth. The thick white liquid of my seed dripped down her lips as I allowed her to remove her mouth, her tongue reached out to lick it up. She gave me a gentle smile when she was done, “I do hope you get better soon” she said, giving me a kiss on my cheek.

She got up to leave the room and I pulled my undershorts back up, “You can look now Carlot, I’m decent” I say with a smirk as her red cheeks revolved back into view. “Is it done? Will it break again?” I ask looking at my arm.

She frowned at me, “I would like you to stay the night so I can heal you completely. But yes, it is stable, the bone is still fragile at the moment so I would like you to avoid using it and use this ointment for the pain” she got a jar from one of the cupboards in the room and started to apply the ointment to my arm. Then she covered it in bandages and made a sling for me to wear my arm in.

I looked at her when it was done, “Is it done now?” I ask impatiently.

“Yes, you shouldn’t have any permanent damage, but I would really like you to come back so that I can finish the healing” she says with concern as she watches me rise from the bed and reach for my pants.

“A little help. I am a fucking cripple” I yell at her. She quickly moves to help me with my pants, muttering apologies as she lifts them up on me so that I am dressed. I look at my shirt but then look to the sling, I cannot be bothered with the hassle of wearing it, so I leave the room shirtless.

I make my way for my father’s office, his servant tries to obstruct my path, saying something about him being busy. I shove him aside with my good arm and shove the heavy doors open, wincing as some of the weight falls onto my injured arm, “Father –“ I start loudly but stop and quieten as I see his company.

It was the girl from the previous day, the one with the red hair and the ample bosom. What was her name again? Elsie, I remember. I see her face moving from shock at my sudden entry to a softer expression as she saw my bruised body and broken arm.

I recovered from my surprise and pushed down my anger, “Father” I said in a softer tone, “I seem to have been assaulted”

He rose from his seat enraged, likely more at the insult to his name than the pain suffered by his son. His fists clenched and his knuckles whitened as he rested them on his desk, “What! Tell me what happened boy! How could you let something like this occur, do you know how much I spent on your combat instructors” he bellows at me, causing the young girl to flinch in her seat.

I cleared my throat and gave him the story that I had been preparing as I walked back from the village. “I had gone into the village to meet some of the locals, make some friends as it were” I start, seeing both of them looking intently, I noticed that my father had not instructed the girl to leave yet. “I met a young man; I believe his name was Clen. He and some of his friends took me to see some rocks just outside of the village, I think it was a local spot” I see Elsie’s face harden at the mention of Clen. Not a friend then. “When we there, another of the villagers came towards the rocks, a larger boy, I think his name was Henry” I see her flinch at the mention of Henry, ah a friend. “Clen began saying something to Henry and then began to beat him. I, of course, tried to intervene and separate the two of them and defend Henry. “That was when the other one came and saw what was happening. The one with the white hair, he was here with you yesterday” I say to Elsie

“Aucus” she says quietly, not knowing what her place in the room was

“Yes, that might have been it. Anyway, Aucus saw what was happening and I think he must have thought that I was the one responsible for hurting Henry, he was injured quite badly. He had came at me and attacked, he didn’t stop attacking. Something must have came over him, a blood rage or something, I don’t know” I sigh and pause, looking down at Elsie whose eyes were wide in shock at the revelation. “My injuries were terrible, I’m lucky the healers saw to me. The bone was sticking out of my arm, and I had lost a good amount of my looks” I chuckle a little at the last part and see Elsie smile as well, though the grief in her eyes was obvious. “To tell the truth, I barely made it back here” I say in a sincere tone.

Elsie looks horrified at the story, compassion echoing from her face as she looks at my wounds. “No” I hear her whisper.

Having told my story, I turn to Elsie sat in my father’s office, “And can I ask what you are doing here? I mean no offence of course, I am merely curious” I say, showing her that smile I had spent so long in the mirror practicing.

My father speaks up, “She was here to sign the slave contract, paying off the debt of her mother’s vicious crimes” he declares before Elsie can speak. She simply nods in acceptance of the statement. “Yes, she will be staying here, in the new servants quarters of course” he turns towards Elsie. “Your mother will be freed later today; she will never work on a Lord’s land again. Someone like her could never be trusted around such importance after what she did” I had to hold in a smirk as I heard my father’s exaggeration. The girl simply looked down at the floor and nodded her head.

“Thank you” she whispers quietly. I give her my best sympathetic look, seeing the beginning of tears welling in her eyes. I move my sore arm around in the sling and rest the hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

“Yes, I think we should see to that Aucus first though. I will take some men into the village and arrest him; he will be punished appropriately for his crimes. No one will ever so much as think about laying a hand on a Motten once I am done with him” the ice in his voice freezes the atmosphere of the room

“Please, no. I’m sure it was a misunderstanding, Aucus would never harm someone without a good reason. Let him explain” Elsie protests, pleading for Aucus’ safety. My father ignores her and leaves his desk, exiting the room without a word and leaving me alone with Elsie.

“You’re right of course, I’m sure he was just being overprotective” I say, my hand still on her shoulder. I move to take a seat in my father’s chair and stumble on my way there, nearly falling over. Of course my legs felt fine, most of my injuries were simply sore except for my arm. The show worked however, and Elsie rushed up from her seat, helping me stand. “Ah, thank you. I think I’m still a bit weak” I say

She nods her head, “of course, you look like you’re in pain. Can I help you somewhere?” she asks, and I have to hold in the smile.

I nod my head and take a moment to speak. “Yes, my rooms. They’re upstairs” I say gesturing to the office doors. She looks at me with concern and puts my arm around her shoulder as she helps me walk. We traverse through the manor, and I direct her to my rooms, she seems to know the manor quite well and it takes me a moment to remember that she used to live here.

She pushes my door open, and I sit on my bed, I gesture for her to join me, and she nervously steps in, seating herself at the far end of the bed. I let out an internal sigh, this was going to be harder than I had hoped. “I am sorry” I start to say in the sincerest tone I can muster, “About my father and your bondage” I clarify

She nods her head meekly, I continue speaking “I will do everything that I can to protect you from his worst aspects. If you need anything just come to me” I pause and look at her in the silence, “And I will do what I can to protect Aucus… despite what he did” I raise my battered arm slightly in a gesture

She gives me a warm smile, “Thank you Zarin, he’s really a good person” she tries to reassure me

“Don’t hold it against me if I don’t take your word for it” I say lightly, “I may not like him after what he has done, but no one deserves to face my father’s wrath” she nods her head and thanks me again.

“Where should I go?” she asks at last, “I mean I had just signed the contract when you came in and your father hadn’t discussed what my duties were” she says, a tremor in her voice as she apparently realised her position for the first time.

I nod my head, “My father will have you put in the new servant quarters. It’s not pleasant there, it gets cold at night and most of it still needs to be finished being built “ I say, remembering what I had heard the staff complaining about the other day. “You could stay in my rooms if you wish” I suggest

She gives me a startled expression and tries to move further down the bed, “Uh, no. I don’t think that would be approp-“ I cut her off as she makes it clear she is not going to sleep with me.

I laugh a little, “No, no of course not. I don’t mean in this bed, there are adjoining rooms. Other beds that will go empty anyway, they’re far more comfortable than the servants quarters and my father will have to come through here if he wants to get to you” I reassure her, flashing her my smile once more.

“Oh, uh thank you Zarin. That’s very kind of you” she says as she stands up from the bed.

I rise as well, exaggerating the effort and ignoring her protests for me to sit down. “No, no, let me show you to the room” I say, stepping forward and opening the adjoining doorway.

I want to mention that the character sheet has been updated with the characters from part 2 so check that out whenever you want.