A man named Marcus: Wish Granter

Myra stood in front of the imposing double mahogany doors leading into the only brothel in town. She felt almost vulnerable without her uniform, her chest no longer guarded by a few inches of steel. Though the dark blue turtle neck she wore made her feel a little safer, if not out of place considering the provocative clothing her kind is use to wearing. Her long, hazel brown hair was tied back into a pony tail, it always bothered her when strands would rest over her pointed ears.

She brushed her pony tail in her hands nervously, scraping her teeth along her lower lip like she was watching a dire event unfold. The doors intimidated her to be sure, something that was uncommon for her kind, most waltzed into a brothel as casually as they would a corner store. Finally, with a long, tempered breath, she forced herself to go through those front doors.

“...Hello?” She called out meekly, still brushing her pony tail in her hands.

“Ah, welcome.”

Myra jumped and almost stumbled over herself at the sudden voice. She was greeted by Penelope, the well known mistress of the brothel. She stood imposingly over Myra, her right elbow rested in her left hand and her finger and thumb against her chin and cheek.

“Is there something I can help you with, darling?” Penelope asked with a crooked brow.

Myra opened her mouth, but the words refused to come out. She was more comfortable with barking orders in the cells or throwing threats at the prisoners, but this time all that came from her mouth were shy squeaks as she struggled to find the words.

“I...” She finally managed to enunciate.

“You...” Said Penelope, her narrow gaze and smile did much to discomfort Myra.

“I would like....Like to...Like to.”

“You would like to spend some quality time with my escort?” Penelope found the words for her, causing Myra's brown skin to glow a bright red.

“Y-yes!” Myra stuttered, reaching for the bag of coins roped to her shorts. “I have the money right here!”

“Unfortunately...” Penelope brought up a hand to stop her. “Marcus is a little...Predisposed with another client.”

“O-...Oh...” Myra said defeated.

“But you are more than welcome to make reservations.”

While Myra still had the courage built up, she pushed the bag of coins into Penelope's chest, almost knocking her from her high heels.

“It took me awhile to get the money for this!” Myra said almost hysterically. “What with being a guard and all! But I hope its worth the effort!”

Penelope looked at the coins, tossing it in her hands before turning her attention back to Myra.

“He'll be free during the evening, today he has some things to do.” She explained to the off-duty guards-woman.

“R-right! Okay then! I'll be looking forward to it!”

Myra stampeded from the brothel, almost trampling a few passerby's on her way back to her own home. Penelope watched her until she turned the corner and went out of sight.

“What a strange girl...” She commented, tossing the bag in her hand once again before shrugging off the experience.
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“So then this so called “Lady Knight” just barges through my front gates, completely crashed my front door, and just waltzes up to my throne room and demands a battle!” The blond haired vampire explained furiously.

I continued to rub her foot, listening to the story she had to tell. She was lying in my bed with her back sinking into the dozens of pillows she had arranged here, wearing a rather unbecoming, loose fitting shirt for a vampire lord and a pair of blue striped panties.  When I was told a “visiting vampire” wanted to spend some time with me, I didn't really expect Penelope to mean “Girl time.”

Not that I minded, really.

“So then what happened?” I asked her. She took a long drink of her glass of wine before continuing.

“So I tell this farm-girl-turned-knight that I didn't really do anything wrong. I mind my own business and just drink a little bit of blood from a villager, maybe fool around with them a bit, and then retreat back to my castle before dawn. And you know what she says?”

“What did she say?”

“She says, I shit you not this is what she said, she says that “If you're innocent, then you shouldn't be afraid of defending yourself in the court of the Ecclesiarch.”

“Are you fucking serious?” I ask, doing my best to withhold my laughter.

“Dead serious. No pun intended.” The vampire says before drinking again. “Because a Lord of the Night, a Princess of Darkness, is just going to waltz her way to church territory, hand herself in, and say “Please sirs, I'm innocent, please don't burn me at the steak!”

“So what happened next?”

“She said that if I wouldn't come with her peacefully, then she would have to slay me here and now.”

“Then you two fought?”

“Oh, we didn't fight.” She said to me, tilting her head to the left. “I fucked her.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

“Just then and there?”

“The church expects all of their “knights” to just learn how to fight while out on a quest, the amount of boy “heroes” and squires they lose every years is phenomenal. She got one swing of her sword off before I swooped her away to my bed chambers and had a little fun.”

“How did she react to that?”

The vampire looked at her empty glass and placed it on the side table.

“Was quite the screamer, she was. Clinged to me like a kitten while she slept, then stumbled out of the castle with her tail between her legs as soon as the sun came out. Didn't even clean the mess she made on the sheets.”

“I guess you showed her a thing or two.” I commented.

“Its the pure ones that are the most fun.” She commented right before there was a knock on the door.

“Times up, my lady.” Penelope announced from the other side of the door.

“Well, it was fun.” The vampire stated, snapping her fingers and surrounding herself in what looked like a shroud of bats. When they disappeared, she was fully clothed in the formal wear and cowl she came to the brothel with.

“I'll show myself out.”

Penelope entered as the vampire lord left, surprised that I wasn't turned into some sort of lifeless ghoul.

“So, how was it?” She asked.

“Nothing really happened. I guess she just needed someone to shoot shit with.”

“That's rather surprising.” Penelope added. “When I heard Count Verna was going to be in town, I expected her to be a little more feisty when she found her way here.

“I don't mind.” I told her, standing up from the bed. “Its a change of pace from the usual.”

“Well, get some food in your belly. I need you to help me with some town errands today.”

I was given a cowl to cover the ragged peasants clothing I've grown sort of attached to, Penelope didn't want the other residents to believe that I was being mistreated, no one was willing to pay for broken goods. I followed behind her the same way a body guard would, following her step by step down the busy streets.
I could feel their eyes against my skin, glaring at me and whispering among themselves, most likely less than pure things. Penelope didn't seem to mind, her purple buttoned cape wrapped around her body and to the waist, giving her a rather modest appearance compared to her Dark Elf sisters. My job was to assist her with her shopping, carrying her boxes and bags around and back to the brothel when she was sick of being out in public.

“So tell me, Marcus.” She spoke up. “Why haven't you tried to escape?”

“Well...” I trailed off, the newly installed portcullis was visible even from here. “I really don't like my odds, I'd rather just wait it out.”

“You may be here for awhile.” She commented.

“Not if its Wolfgang your town is dealing with now.”

Penelope went silent, I may have struck a nerve by mentioning his name. The trade district was a rather lively edition to the town, with monsters of all kinds crawling out of the tunnels leading into other settlements hidden from the surface world. They sold everything here from food, to tools, to clothing, to entertainment, all the way to drugs and aphrodisiacs. The Dark Elves didn't really seem to have a ban on any kind of trade, though nothing I saw seemed too harmful.

The other kinds of monsters that prowled the district were as varied as they were on the surface, even some surface dwellers walked among those who lived mainly underground. Even so, they all looked at me with the same longing eyes those of this town did, it seems like there may be a shortage all over their civilization.

I turned to the sound of steel clanging against steel, a forge had been set up not far from the other businesses. I spotted the familiar sight of a large belly, long beard, and content smile from the cages back with the slaver. It seems that someone had got around to buying the guy I designated as “Santa” from the slaver. Though he didn't seem to mind, that dopey smile hadn't left his face since I met him. He looked up and noticed me, throwing up a quick wave before continuing his work. He was surrounded by swords, axes, spears, and other weapons, but I don't think it occurred to him that he could try to escape, that or he just didn't feel like it. If the fruits of his trade around him were of any indication, he was no slouch around the forge.

The owner of the establishment seemed rather happy of his work, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as she passed by with a crate of metals. He blushed bashfully before returning to work, attempting to hide his even wider smile. At least he's happy where he is.

In less than an hour, I was already swamped with bags of clothing and boxes of shoes, struggling with myself to keep them from falling over in an avalanche of fashion. It took some clever engineering and, dare I say, luck, but eventually I managed to narrow it down to four large bags by stuffing all of the shoe boxes and smaller packages into the largest.

I was finally spared from the endless monotony when the town bell echoed throughout the cavernous deeps, everyone stopping like some sort of hive mind and watching as the portcullis opened in the distance. The monsters around me squealed to one another with delight, the last raiding party could be seen marching down the dirt slope leading into town.

Almost like worker ants, the monsters moved in a single file to the sides of the streets, market stands and advertisements being moved to the side for the righteous conquerors and their rewards from Bouceroc.

“Well well.” Penelope spoke up to me. “It seems like you're going to be having housemates very soon.”

The forty or so Dark Elves marched into town, the cheers and admiration’s of the townsfolk dying down instantly as their eyes laid upon the visage of their would-be pillagers and heroes. Leading in front was the Dark Elf with the eye-patch that took me down so easily those few days ago, her eye focused on the ground and her face covered in cuts and bruises. Followed behind her was one of the saddest sights I've ever seen.

The raiding party limped and drudged their way down the street, their faces cuts, their arms bandaged and put in slings. Some were supported by their comrades, others tried their best to fight back the sniffles and tears, a few were even holding on to crossbow bolts firmly lodged into their arms or armour. There was no man among them, neither chained nor caged.

“Three are missing.” Penelope commented. “They left with forty eight, but only forty five are coming home...”

“This must be Wolfgang's doing.” I told her, some of the raiders eyes locking with mine before they quickly looked away. “He likes to do things clean and bloodless. He fought in a few wars before becoming a guard captain from what I was told. When push comes to shove, Wolfgang doesn't mess around...”

“Hey!” A monster cried out from the silent crowed. “Where are the men!? What gives!?”

The eye-patched Dark Elf gazed over to her, clearly annoyed by her questions.

“We walked into a trap.” She informed the crowed. “The humans captured three of our own before we were forced to retreat.”

“Prisoners, huh?” I commented. “Looks like Bouceroc is trying to force negotiations.”

The crowed begrudgingly returned to their daily routine, walking around and through the ranks of the raiders like they were just ghosts in shadows.

“No roommate for you, it seems.” Said Penelope, brushing her hair aside. “Oh well, just means more coin for you to earn.”

“Fun...”

Despite our torturous shopping trip, I guess I could say the day went pretty great. Penelope retreated to her bed chambers, trying on and admiring the things she bought in the market today. It was silent, with no knocks on the doors or random monsters barging into my room. I took the time to nap, lying on my bed and forgetting where I was for the time being. Life here wasn't as bad as it could have been, I could have been sold to the mines or maybe some sort of underground fighting ring I wasn't aware of. Though sometimes it was exhaustive to the point of debilitation, I could think of worse ways to spend my nights than bedding monsters. Though this time I at least had an excuse.

The town bell did its last ringing for the day, monsters retreating into their homes and inns as night time rolled over the surface world.  I was in the bathroom,brushing my teeth and cleaning myself of the grime and sweat that stuck itself to my body.

“Marcus.” Penelope called out from the other side with a knock on the door. “You have a client.”

“Alright, I'll be out in a minute.” I called back, silently praying that it wasn't another psycho again, there was always a chance, especially in a sexually frustrated town such as this one.

“She's already waiting in your room.” Penelope informed me before I heard the sounds of her heels trail off around the corner.

I looked myself in the mirror, rubbing the stubble on my chin and sighing. “Well, time to put on a show.”

I could hear someone whispering to themselves as soon as I reached the door, she sounded worried about something. Casually, I opened the door and stepped inside, not even looking at my client before turning to close the door.

“Hi, how are you?” I asked her, wiping my hands against each other and turning back into the room to actually look at my client.

“I-...I'm fine...”

I froze up, I knew that voice but I couldn't quite put my finger on who it was at first. She looked so different without her armour, so much more feminine and lady like than before.

“...Myra?”

Myra looked at me with embarrassed eyes, her face tinted a permanent shade of scarlet while she struggled to maintain eye contact, looking around the room and at the ground every few seconds. Her hair was tied back into a pony tail, reaching down to her lower back. With her helmet on, I never noticed the little scar stretching across the bridge of her nose, it brought out the colour of her dark red eyes in a strange way.

“Holy shit.” I couldn't help but laugh, the Dark Elf switching between brushing her pony tail and playing with her turtle neck sweater. “Man, you weren't kidding with what you said back at the dungeon, huh?”

“Shut up!” She demanded, her face turning an even brighter blush. “I had a day off and wanted a little fun, alright!?”

“Penelope is charging up the ass for my services.” I countered. “And from what I gathered, a guards salary doesn't allow something like this to just be “A little fun.”

Myra bit her lower lip, her eyes beginning to tear up with frustration.

“Fine!” She shouted. “If I'm not good enough then I'll just go get my money back!”

“Wait! No no no!” I begged. “Penelope will tear me to pieces if a customer asks for a refund!”

She huffed and crossed her arms, the sudden change of power bringing a small smile across her face. But the smile vanished quickly when she once again made eye contact with me, her demeanour turned back into that of a shy school girl who was trying to ask someone out.

“So...” I cut into the silence. “What exactly did you pay for? A massage? Rub in the fact that I'm the town's bicycle?”

“--Ngh...” She started to whisper under her breath, breaking contact completely to glare at the dresser across the room. “--me...”

“I didn't quite catch that.” I told her, taking a step closer.

She took a deep breath, playing with her hair again and managing to speak louder than a mouses squeak.
“...I want you to have sex with me...”

“...That's it?” I asked with a shrug. “What's so intense about that that you're ready to burst with embarrassment?”

Once again her voice turned into a silent whisper. “--in...”

“Uh...”

“I'm...I'm a virgin...” She confessed.

“...I don't believe you.”

“What do you mean you don't believe me!?” She shouted again, jumping to her feet.

“A Dark Elf virgin. I'm sorry but that's like hearing about a fish that drowned.”

“Its true!” She quickly rose to defend her honour. “I lived in a village that had as much success at holding on to men as this one. I rarely saw men that didn't get away or were already taken...”

“This probably wouldn't be an issue if Dark Elves would just try a different tactic other than weekly kidnap raids.” I commented, now leaning against the wall with my arms crossed.

She had nothing to say about my comment, all she could do was pout and look away.

“So, are you going to have sex with me or what?” She asked.

“Not like I have much of a choice.” I said with a shrug. “N-not that it's a problem to begin with.”

“G-good...Good! Yeah, good!” Myra boasted confidently, beating her chest with pride before freezing up again. “D-... Do we get naked?”

“Well. It would help.”

In the blink of an eye, Myra had her shorts and sweater off and flung across the room, leaving her in a rather appealing pair of lingerie. Her D cup breasts were pressed confidently together behind a lacy black bra, her other privates covered by an equally black and lacy pair of panties. She looked like a modern woman, much to my surprise, her lingerie looked like something you could buy from Victoria Secret.

Myra fidgeted in place, her wringing arms squeezing and rubbing her breasts together between them.

“Your...” She took a deep breath. “...Your turn.”

I shrugged, and without hesitation, dropped my pants and shirt to the ground. Its not like I wasn't use to  it already. Unlike her, I didn't have the liberty of owning more than one pair of underwear at the moment, leaving me in my birthday suit in front of her. Her eyes trailed down my body and towards my member, her face turning a shade of red that I wasn't even aware could form on a face so brown.

“O-O-O-O-Okay!” Myra struggled to speak, covering her eyes behind her hands. “Now what?”

“What? Really?” I asked, tilting my head in disbelief. “You seriously don't know how this works?”

“Of course I know how it works!” She protested. “I-Its... Do we just go straight at it or...?”

Her words changed my expression from a confused and somewhat annoyed look to wide grin that I didn't even know I was capable of. Myra was so inexperienced for a Dark Elf it was almost adorable, and best of all it left me in complete control for the night.

I calmly approached her, softly pressing my hands against her hips and leading her towards the bed. She gasped at my touch and yelped loudly when she fell down against my lap, her hands falling from her eyes. She looked over her shoulder, I could see the uncertainty in them.

“Hey, don't sweat it.” I whispered into her ears. “This is what you paid for, isn't it?”

“B-” Myra cut herself off, freezing at my touch while my arms wrapped around her, squeezing her tightly against my chest.

“If I just left you in control then we have just stood there all night.” I whispered. “And we wouldn't want you to waste all your hard earned coin now, would we?”

“No...” She whispered back, her voice trembling. “I guess not...”

“Just relax and let me do my job.” I said just before nibbling on the lobe of her pointy ear.

Myra whimpered, trying to fight against my grip and bring her hands up to defend herself from my assault which prompted me to just squeeze her tighter. I continued to nibble on the top and tip of her ear, grazing it ever so gently with my teeth, never pinching too hard to cause pain or too soft for her to even feel it. She soon became puddy in my hands, her breath becoming softer and more relaxed and her hands resting sleepily against my forearms.

Back at the dungeon, she was rather aggressive to me and the other captives, I kind of still felt resentment about all that. But then here, the way she looked at me with those embarrassed eyes. Her soft, feminine body pressed against mine, all those adorable noises she made and looks she gave me. I felt obligated, no, I felt as though it was my duty to make this special for her, to treat her like the beautiful woman she really was.

I moved away from her ear, transitioning between kissing her neck and shoulder while my hands began to explore her body. She tensed at my touch, fidgeting in my grasp with nowhere to escape to. My fingers studied her chocolate skin ever so carefully until intruding into her bra, slipping under the cups and groping her bare mound.

Myra covered her mouth, stifling her panicked howl from leaving the room. She didn't say a word and didn't tell me to stop, so I continued. My hand kneaded her breast tenderly, brushing her nipple in between my fingers. With one final squeeze, I withdrew my hand from her breast, retracting both my hands from around her to unhook her bra from her chest.

She yelped and caught it before it fell on her lap, but I was already wrapping my arms around her again. I held to her wrists, motioning her to drop the fabric to the side. She hesitantly did so, shrinking against me in embarrassment. The way her body shaped out in all the right places, the way her hair smelled of oranges, my hands exploring her curves without restrictions, I was already hard as a rock, but I couldn't just go into it greedily, something like this requires patients.

I cupped her breasts in each hand, fondling them lovingly while she moaned and writhed in my grip. Myra then froze up completely, her head slowly turning to the side and looking downwards.

“I-I...Is that what I think it is!?” She gasped, her eyes wide with shock.

My cock was pressed against her read, prodding at her panties with every movement I made. I didn't answer her question, choosing instead to continue to fondle her body. My right hand trailed away from her breast, moving past her abdomen and towards the already wet panties that shielded the grand prize from my gaze. She gasped and quickly wrapped her hands around my wrist, but even so she applied no resistance to try and stop me.

Her lips were wet and puffy, my fingers were soaked as soon as I touched them. Myra bit her lower lip, doing her best to maintain her composure while I rubbed her vulva. She was clean shaven, either this was something she managed regularly or she really wanted to be prepared for tonight. Either way, it was pleasant to the touch, rewarding me with a wet smoothness when I pushed my index finger into her.

She screamed and covered her mouth again, her entire body shaking as my finger penetrated her. I took care not to go too deep, moving my finger methodically against her slicked walls.

“Please be gentle!” She begged, arching her hips forward with every movement of my fingers.

“Don't worry.” I reassured her. “I'm here to take care of you, remember?”

I did everything in my power to hear her sweet little moans, like a harp played by the angels.

“I honestly didn't expect you to be so girly.” I commented. “Its a nice side to you.”

“Are you teasing me...?” She huffed, her face struggling to compose a look of annoyance over the pleasure.

“Not at all.” I assured. “Its really cute, honestly.”

“Cute?” She asked.

I gave her another grin, pulling my soaked hand from her panties and to her waist. I lifted her from my lap and stood up from the bed, laying her down on the mattress and revealing her body in its full glory. She looked back up at me with worried eyes. She eyed my rod, looking it up and down like it was some sort of alien artifact. With a big gulp and a deep breath, she struggled to relax on the bed.

I pulled her legs apart, ignoring her struggles to keep them closed while I got on my knees. Her pussy glistened against the rooms lantern light, not a hair around it. I didn't delay myself, pulling her closer and moving in between her legs. Myra whimpered and trembled in my hands, and then yelped when my tongue pressed against her. She began to writhe with each lick, her moaning becoming more panicked as I went deeper, my tongue pushing inside her while I wrapped my lips over. She dug her nails into the mattress sheet, arching her back into the air and covering her face with her free arm. Her moans turned into cries of ecstasy. I continued my duty, eating away at her until her leg kicked and she couldn't even make a noise anymore.

Myra fell limp against the bed, her breaths deep and her eyes lulled over. Still it wasn't over, I had one job to do and I was more than prepared to do it at this point. Myra watched as I climbed on top of her, she eyed my throbbing member and made no complaint, only looking deeply into my eyes. Without a word I moved myself between her legs, pressing the tip of my cock against her pussy. Myra gasped at the sudden sensation, moving her hips left to right in a way that my head spread her lips ever so slightly with each glancing touch.

I leaned over her, keeping eye contact while I slowly pushed into her. She winced and whimpered but never broke eye contact, almost like she was challenging me to continue. Deeper I went, her lips spreading further apart until my head was engulfed by her walls. It was tight, almost to the point of painful, her walls hugged every vein like a glove, still I persisted and pushed deeper.

Myra broke her stare, wailing out and wrapping her arms around my neck, she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, tensing more the further I pushed inside her. Finally, with one final thrust, I hilted in her, Myra screaming out as her hymen tore. Small trails of blood trickled down against the sheets and Myra remained perfectly still.

“You okay?” I asked her.

“It hurts...” She complained. “But...Don't stop.”

I nodded and began to move my hips, slowly thrusting inside her at a snails pace. Myra grimaced and pressed her forehead against my shoulder, squeaking silently to herself every time I pushed inside her. I picked up the pace with every thrust, her yelps of pain slowly subsiding. She pulled her head away from my shoulder and looked at me, leaning her head back as if she was going for a kiss.

Her lips gently grazed against mine, like she was unsure of her actions. She bit down on her lip, finding the courage to try again, this time she moved in for a quick peck on my lips. Finally she pulled my head closer, locking lips with mine and refusing to let go. I was locked in a deep kiss, my pace quickening while one hand found its way to her breasts as the other lifted her leg. She moaned loudly, her monster nature taking over for what may be the very first time. I no longer held back, her walls massaging every ridge of my rod and sucking me back in every time I pulled away. Her legs locked behind me, I had nowhere to go but forward.

Finally, I had enough. My muscles tensed, I became light headed, weak at the knees. Her nails dug into my poor back, something that has been taking a rather large amount of abuse over the past few weeks. Her legs held tighter around my waist and her arms made a vice grip around my neck. She moaned and yelled out, my cock twitching inside her with every spurt.

Myra finally pulled her lips away from mine, looking back at me with those big eyes of hers.

“Are you feeling alright?” I asked her, pulling myself away from her grip.

She had none of it, instead pulling me back into bed and wrapping her arms under mine. She didn't have anything to say, instead resting her head on my chest and pulling the blanket over us. Her nuzzled up and went silent, the room filled with only the sounds of her soft breaths. Myra fell asleep rather fast, holding on to my chest like it was her life line to the world. I sighed and rubbed my eyes against the back of my wrist, carefully reaching over to the lantern that was just in reach and twisting it off.

Penelope pulled on the door knob and twisted, trying not to make any noise. She barely heard any noises coming from the room and then it went dead silent even before midnight. It worried her, usually the ruckus lasted well into the night, though maybe it was one of those stranger requests she got lately.

“Marcus?” She whispered, stepping into the room. The morning bell had already rung and the town lights were piercing through the rooms window.

She usually didn't barge into a room when it was occupied, but the silence worried her, not that some crazy Dark Elf killed and ate her only source of income. Not that that has ever actually happened, but the mind tends to wander when you're concerned. Penelope approached the bed, having left her high heels down stairs and letting her bare feet pad against the wooden floor.

Penelope approached the bed, only spotting a human leg. The rest of the bed was concealed behind the back board. She stepped further into the room, revealing the rest of the bed to her. Penelope let out a heart warmed sigh, looking down at the Dark Elf who was clinging to the human like a teddy bear, her head rested on his chest and fast asleep.

I looked up at Penelope, bringing a finger up to my lips. “Shh...”

“Usually its much louder when we have a customer.” Penelope whispered, trying not to wake the sleeping Myra.

“First time for her, I didn't want to leave a bad impression.” I said simply. “Any clients today?”

“No, not yet.”

“Then just let her sleep.” I said to her. “No point in kicking her out if I have no place to be.”

Penelope nodded and slowly backed out of the room, closing the door behind her with the lightest click. I sighed and adjusted myself on the bed, putting my hand on Myra's shoulder while she slept. We lied there for another two hours before she finally awoke.

“Finally awake?” I asked her.

Myra looked back at me with lazy eyes, wiping the drool from her mouth and rubbing the sand from her eyes.

“Yeah...” She muttered with a yawn.

Myra turned her gaze to me, trying to blink the sleep away. Without even thinking she reached towards me and cupped my cheeks in her hands, bringing me closer for a deep kiss before her arms moved passed my face and around my neck. She pushed further, pressing her entire body against me for a long while before finally pulling her lips away. She looked back at me again, her eyes beginning to open even wider when she realized what she just did.

“Not a word to anyone!” She hissed, pinching and tugging my cheek. “Got that!?”

“Okhey.” I complied.

“Good...” She finally let go in a huff, hopping from the bed to gather her clothing that was strewn around the room.

She dressed herself in a hurry, brushing herself off and taking a deep breath. I got up from the bed and stood at the door, opening it for her. Myra stopped at the doorway, her hands clenched into fists. She looked down at the ground, her face turning beat red again before standing on her toes and kissing me on the cheek.

“Thanks for the night...” She muttered before rushing passed me and down the hall.

I gave her some space, enough time for her to storm out of the building and go about her merry way before I left my room. Penelope was sitting in the main room when i went down stairs, leering at me with a devilish smile. I tried to ignore it and moved past her, sitting down in another sofa chair a few feet away.

“So.” She started. “Did you have fun last night?”

“It was alright.” I responded, crossing my feet and wiggling my toes.

“She seemed rather fond of it.” Penelope commented. “Thought I couldn't hear her giggling from the stairs.”

“I seem to have that effect on people.”

“You keep using that word.” She spoke up again. “People. You talk about monsters the same way you talk about humans.”

“Would you prefer if I used monster?” I asked.

“Its just...Surprising, is all.”

“I already said I'm not from around here.”

“Then where are you from?”

I froze up at the question, my eyes trailing away while I tried to think of a proper answer.

“Its...Hard to explain.” I decided on.

“I could just use magic to get the answer from you.” Penelope threatened. “Though, that almost feels like I'm cheating.”

Penelope stood up from her chair, walking past me and brushing my shoulder. “Be a dear and clean the second floor, would you? Its getting rather dusty.”
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When I'm not being hounded to do things, I usually find myself staring out the window from the top floor. A perfect view of the cave city below, I can see the Dark Elves and other folk go about their day without much of a hassle. Sometimes I see one or two passerby's look at the brothel and sigh to themselves or contemplate going in. Its a pretty penny to spend a night with me, which I have to say makes me feel like the prettiest girl in all of New York. I sometimes look out the window for anymore humans, I've managed to count maybe five in total if you include Santa and the old priest. Still, I haven't seen Henry since I was sold to Penelope all those days ago.

Another day came and another day passed, it became much quieter once the residents realized that they weren't going to get a free pass with Penelope. All of my was attention focused at the window, which was one of the reasons why I nearly fell off my seat when my door was swung open.

“Marcus.” Penelope beckoned. “You have a rather prestigious client.”

Penelope stepped out and in stepped another familiar Dark Elf. I noticed her eye patch right away, and the sword at her side.

“Marcus.” She greeted me dismissively, still in her adorned set of armour.

“Uh...Hi there...”

“Captain Abetha to you.” She ordered.

“Okay...Captain...What can I do for you?”

Abetha began to strut around the room, her arms linked behind her back. She gazed out the window at the streets below, watching over the citizens of the town she protected.

“As you know, I am the Captain of the guard.” She stated. “You have first hand experience of my skill.”

“That I do...”

“Things are expected of you as captain, things are wanted...Needed.”

With her speech continuing, I didn't even realize she was unstrapping the armour from her body, placing it on the table at the other side of the room.

“But I am still a Dark Elf. I still have needs, desires... Though they may be different than most.”

I had a slight panic attack at her words, I've had to do some weird, sometimes painful shit while I was here, but this is a grizzled warrior woman, she's seen some shit. My mind raced at what she had planned for me.

“I am counting on you to help me...Sate these desires.” She said, placing her sword on the table and moving to undress herself of her tunic.

I cringed, I didn't know what to expect. Some sort of dominatrix suit? Some fucked up magic appendage that I wasn't aware existed? Oh god, please don't be an extra appendage. I watched in horror as she lifted her tunic from her body to reveal to me the dreaded...Pyjamas...

Pyjamas?

Abetha stood before me in blue silk pyjamas. They were actually kind of cute, with little star decals plastered all over them, I'm surprised she didn't bring a teddy bear along.

“Are you prepared to sate my desire?” She asked with her arms at her sides.

“I...Guess so?”

“Good...”

Without another word, Abetha stepped towards my bed, sitting down on the side of it and glaring at me with her one eye. It suddenly began to mist up, like she was trying to hold back tears.

“Could you hold me...Please?”

I looked around the room, expecting to spot a hidden camera or have a surprise crew burst from the front door or something.  Cautiously I stepped towards her, war of some sort of tool hidden under her clothing. But she didn't strike, she had no attack, she only looked up at me with a waiting eye. Finally, I sat down on the bed beside her, wrapping my arms around her and giving her an awkward hug. She returned the hug and pressed her head against my chest, motioning me to lie down on the bed.

No words were said, she didn't cry and relay a tragic past to me, she didn't have any other orders to give nor did she ask me any questions of myself. She just lied there with her head on my chest and my arms around her body, sighing every so often and just enjoying herself. I've had some weird shit happen to me. I've had clients pay money to teach me to ball room dance, or play board games, or brush their hair or read them bed time stories. Hell, I've even had a few come in just so they could cook for me.

But for someone like Captain Abetha to come in, as prestigious and renowned as she was, and have such a meek and innocent request? It was jarring to say the least, yet it didn't feel wrong. There was an aura of peace in the quiet room, all that was needed was moon light or a gentle wind from an open  window to make everything complete.

Penelope peaked inside the room, opening the door as slow as possible and looking at me with a confused and concerned expression. I simply shrugged with a hand and returned to just holding the Guard Captain.

“C'mon.” I whispered, motioning with my body movement and helping Abetha to lie properly on the bed.

I planted my head on the pillow and allowed Abetha to just lie on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. I gazed up at the ceiling, deciding it would be better to not ask questions and just roll with the shit life throws at me. I fidgeting to get more comfortable, and allowed myself to drift to sleep.

--

I awoke sometime in the late morning, having snoozed through the morning bell and promptly awoken a few hours later by the frantic ringing of the bell once more, notifying an emergency. Abetha was sleeping beside me at the time, my left arm draped over her while she held on to it. Her eye opened and she flung herself out of bed, nearly rolling me against the wall with all that force.

At speeds I didn't even think possible, her armour was on and her sword was at her side, not even acknowledging my existence as she stormed down the stairs and out of the brothel.

“Marcus!” Penelope cried from the main floor.

I bolted down the stairs, already dressed. Penelope seemed worried, waiting for me at the front door.

“Whats wrong!? Whats going on!?” I asked.

Penelope grabbed my hand and motioned me along, following the crowds and guards who rushed towards the front gate. The portcullis was forced opened and the sound of marching feet in formation could be heard over the frantic shouting and orders barked from Abetha a few yards away from us.

They came down the street like the messengers of god, clad in full uniform and armed to the teeth. The fifty or so in front I was familiar with, the guards from Bouceroc armed with spears and swords and crossbows. Though the few hundred marching behind them I was not familiar with, a company of the royal army?

In front of them marched Wolfgang, his face had a few new cuts since the last time I've seen him, but he looked no worse for wear. He marched with confidence, his left hand resting on the pommel of his blade, his gaze pierced the soul of anyone that made eye contact with him.

“Company!” A soldier barked as soon as Wolfgang rose his hand. “Halt!”

They stopped in unison, the crowed going quiet save for a few whispers.

“On behalf of Bouceroc and the ruling house of the Kingdom of Zant!” Wolfgang announced among the crowed. “We have come to negotiate!”