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The bells might have been a clue.

by aesirnights

Chapter 44 in Midnight Hours

Even over the noise of the brothel, the distant bells rang, growing closer as others took up the alarm. The activity of the brothel gradually stilled, save for Rob, who tore his eyes from Tsan, rose to his feet, and headed for the door with long, heavy strides. In a flash, he was...

Heat

by aesirnights

Chapter 43 in Midnight Hours

The sun had set on Spree. In the other towns up and down the Sea Spine, good and honest people slipped into their beds so they could rise early. Good and honest people avoided Spree. Where other towns lay silent and dark, Spree's streets were lit with the soft light spilling from...

A Spark

by aesirnights

Chapter 42 in Midnight Hours

Early afternoons in the Temptress were the calm before the storm. The kitchens were being cleaned, the bar was being restocked, and the whores ate and stretched and lounged while they could. Rob stood as an impassive center to the brothel, with the businesses and girls orbiting a...

Kindling

by aesirnights

Chapter 41 in Midnight Hours

Even a brothel as prosperous as the Temptress quieted eventually. The rising sun ushered the whores to their beds and the last of the drunks into the streets. Some of the less-nocturnal staff busied themselves with the cleaning, tossing open the shutters to let the hazy morning l...

You need three things

by aesirnights

Chapter 40 in Midnight Hours

As with each of the others, he carried the elf up from the basement in his arms. She was so light that he vaguely feared he'd overdone it, but shallow breaths came one after another. Up the stairs he climbed until he spotted the elf from earlier slipping out of her room. "Selise....

Might as well

by aesirnights

Chapter 39 in Midnight Hours

Rob took a prybar and began levering off the top of the crate, revealing the elf within. The first thing that struck him was the vivid blue of her hair, even dirty and matted as it was from her confinement. He suspected they'd have to chop it short to get it proper, but once it r...

Back

by aesirnights

Chapter 40 in Midnight Hours

On the Transport of Elves

by aesirnights

Chapter 39 in Midnight Hours

On the Transport of Elves ------------------------- Once the bureaucrats and politicians had settled the import of Elves from the refugee camps to their new places throughout Vanheim, there was the matter of how best to transport them. While traditional methods were used for an...

The Basement

by aesirnights

Chapter 38 in Midnight Hours

The bare rock of Spree didn't take to digging. The fortresses and prisons above the town had been excavated over generations of labor and conscripted weavers. The Temptress' basement was odd in the town, with none of the locals seeming to remember precisely when it was dug...

Mise

by aesirnights

Chapter 37 in Midnight Hours

Varise finally snapped, his tone growing sharp. "Very funny. I am Mise Varise Vy Le'tsen. I belong to no human, no dwarf, no government, and least of all, to you. And if you desire to see me continue in this kitchen, you'll take your whore-mongering elsewhere. Off with you." With...

Subjugation

by aesirnights

Chapter 36 in Midnight Hours

Rob moved through the halls with the ease of long acquaintance, taking in the familiar bustle without seeing it as he passed. Elvish whores plied their trade, bringing customers up to the little stone cells, made hospitable with sweet-grass packed mattresses on the floors and bla...

Just a dream, right?

by aesirnights

Chapter 35 in Midnight Hours

Rob awakened to the insistent knocking at his door. The dream quickly began to fade despite his desperation to cling to it. There had been something important, something about... and then it was gone entirely. He gave a soft groan at the loss and focused on forcing himself awake....

The Valley

by aesirnights

Chapter 34 in Midnight Hours

The moon re-emerged and he was taken with their beauty, full and ripe and seemingly made, his mind belatedly reflected, to tempt the lowest impulses of men. Then their lips pressed into his, soft and yielding yet demanding. He could feel their breasts pressed into his chest, firm...

A dream is falling through one's own bed.

by aesirnights

Chapter 33 in Midnight Hours

"Why me?" He rumbled, pushing himself up from the chair. He could feel the room around him fraying, an unraveling tapestry of reality. The animal part of his brain was caught between the primal urges, to run or to fuck, but he pressed them both down with every meditation techniqu...

An Elder Power

by aesirnights

Chapter 32 in Midnight Hours

Rob would have been the first to admit he wasn't sure what to expect when he entered the basement office. Admitting that was far short of actually stepping inside and staring at an interior that looked as if it came from a different world. His boots practically sunk into a thick...

Where Lawyers Fear to Tread

by aesirnights

Chapter 31 in Midnight Hours

"The instructions were simple enough. Take the coin and purchase accommodation here in Spree for the client. They desired to buy a brothel here, and needed to know the price and identity of a potential seller." The Lawyer paused to take a deep pull from the bottle of cheap whiske...

"Come have a drink, friend."

by aesirnights

Chapter 30 in Midnight Hours

The haggard figure was still bent over the bar, a depleted bottle of something that looked cheap and strong sitting before him. His voice carried surprisingly well across the empty brothel. "Come have a drink, friend. She says we'll be friends, at least." The man didn't sound ove...

The Offer

by aesirnights

Chapter 29 in Midnight Hours

The morning was a wretched thing, clawing across the water to beach itself like some decaying carcass on the rocky shore beneath Spree. Rob hauled himself from the straw mattress where Sadie lay, quiet and small. He looked down at himself, letting the events of the previous days...

Best thing in the world

by aesirnights

Chapter 28 in Midnight Hours

As she led him to the tiny room, barely bigger than the cell he'd recently been released from, he mused on how her people had fallen. Once was the time when the only elvish whores were exiles who sold their services dearly to kings and princes, and a man like him could only dream...

A Town Called Spree

by aesirnights

Chapter 27 in Midnight Hours

Roblin had walked out of prison with a half-dozen raunchy new tattoos, thirty silver coins and the clothes on his back. Yet he couldn't have counted the king of Vanheim himself as richer than him when he took a deep breath of the chilly salt-laden air. Rather than exit at the be...