Little Lily [non-smut]

Little Lily
NON SMUT
Originally posted this anonymously just about 3 years ago. Thank you random anon for reminding me this existed. Though I wouldn't say it's that good, it's rather interesting to see something of mine from so long ago.
I have done some minor editing, mind you.


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Kurt was a simple man. He likes his food hot, his coin silver (or gold, if he could get it), and his women on their knees.

He smiled to himself now, as he counted out his little cash box. It had been a good fortnight for the Red Rose; all and all a very tidy sum. Even with the expected “taxes” and “tips” that were sure to be collected by the city guard and the Questors, he was left with more than enough to buy that new place in the middle district. Maybe enough to hire on a classy new girl, too.

His reverie was broken by a slight rap on the door. That would be the new girl, with dinner. It was too late for customers, almost dawn, so he had given the rest of them leave to bed down. “Just a second, ya minx,” he called as he scooped the piles of coinage old and new into their proper wallets. Slowly, he got up out of his chair with a grunt. He stretched back to let his old spine get used to motion again, cursing the aches with a gruff cough.

Another grunt of effort saw him take a knee as his lumpy, calloused hands fumbled around the wooden floor planks, looking for that damn niche. With a satisfied burp he pried up the board and deposited his savings.

Now came the hard part.

A few more moments, accompanied by a choir of groans, wheezes and those damned back aches brought him to his feet once more. He would have to remember to have his next hidey-hole put into the wall if he got the new place, he was getting too old for this.

“In!” he ordered as he threw the latch open.

There, more petite than ever standing there in the large door frame, she stood. A well shaped head reached just up to the doorknob, streaming midnight-black hair down to her waist. She chewed her lip nervously, one of her few bad habits. Only her age kept her in that little white gown, though she was in a profession that the city demanded a display of red, but that was part of her charm. Her eyes, large and experienced beyond her years went to the ground as she glided into the room making nary a sound.

He smiled again, gazing appreciatively as she carefully placed the tray on his desk. He fought the urge to drool as he eyed the shank of roast mutton, rich bread, and thick gravy. Amongst other things.

Wiping the grin from his visage he gave her a sharp flick to the head. “Ya forgot the ale, ya little idjit,” he chastened. She mumbled an apology as she flew from the room to fetch a mug and a jug. Of course she hadn’t forgotten, those skinny little arms could barely hold up the meal without piling up a heavy tankard on top, but it never hurt to keep the help in their place.

Her surprising speed blew her hair back behind her and he caught a glimpse, just a glimpse, of a delicately pointed ear. An elf ear. He felt himself stir. “And be quick about it!” he called through the empty door.


What a fool that man was to sell her off so cheaply, he chuckled to himself as he sat back down with a satisfied wheeze. Thirty silvers for an elf, and a child at that! Fool. But that was why he wielded a sword instead of running a brothel; all brawn and no brains. Not like Kurt, who had already made a killing off of that little investment. It had been well worth it to talk to that cold bastard, after all.

In the fortnight she had been at the Rose, "Little Lilly" had become its number one attraction.  The authorities wouldn't let those they considered "too young" to work, not officially, but for all they knew Lily could be a hundred!

He charged five silvers a go for her, or a whole gold piece for a night, and the people payed. Not many, of course, only the high-class kind that he needed to brown nose anyway. But every once and a while there was a lordling who would let a few peasants watch, as long as he got a cut of the coppers and a free meal.

Sure, the other whores where testy as a paladin with a lit candle up his ass, jealously and all that, but a few angry cunts were hardly a worry when he had a gold mine like that little elf in his dubious employ.

An elf girl, truly amazing. How that raggedy bastard had gotten a hold of her, Kurt couldn't say, but he had robbed the right harem or had trained her well himself. Kurt could attest to that personally.

His smile widened with the memories. Tonight he was going to treat himself. Tonight he was going to make some new memories.

One very satisfying meal latter and he was eager to fulfill an equally base hunger. He hardly noticed his aching back as he stood up once more. He turned, looking towards the bed where she sat legs together, arms resting on her tiny lap like a quiet kitten as he brushed mutton and gravy from his face with an already stained sleeve. She hadn't made a peep while he ate, ‘cept for that apology when she almost spilled the ale while pouring.

Her cheek was still a little pinkish where he had slapped her.

“You know the drill, close the curtains and get under the covers,” he ordered while dousing the lantern sitting behind the now empty platter. The sound of fabric rustling told him that she had darkened the window and the little peep hole on the alley door. It was quite late and nobody would be digging around an alley in this cold anyway, but it never hurt play it safe.

Unlike a certain few nobles he could name, Kurt liked his privacy.

“Arright now, on the bed,” he grumbled while struggling to pull his woolen jerking over his head. Just as it began to crest his bald scalp another acute spike of pain shot up his back.

“Gods be damned!” he cursed as he threw a hand back there to kneed out the ache, only to jerk it right back as a needle of ice punctured his finger.

“What in the blazes?” he mumbled as he wriggled his fingers in front of his face. It was too dark to see, but they felt… sticky… wet, somehow.

“Lil, come ‘ere-“ he began as he turned back towards the center of the room. That slight twist drove daggers into his back and his old legs turned to water under him. With a load thud he hit the floor, his right arm twisted painfully under his body weight.

“L-Lil-”

“-Did an excellent job, I see,” came a voice deep and cold, like a cave in the mountains. He knew that voice. A shiver ran down his spine to the icy pain in his back; but no further.

In the dark he could just barely sense the shadowy figure crouched over him. His dark silhouette was outlined by the faded moonlight steaming through the open alley door.

The Blackguard.

A hand brushed around his back and roughly jerked something away. Like hot lead shooting up his spine, it was dreadfully painful, but he could do little more than wheeze as the tears streamed down his face.

“Good work, girl. Nice placement, he won’t be walking again. Not in this lifetime, anyway.” Kurt could almost see the smug little smile on his face. “Now get the box,” he commanded crisply.

Sensing the elf girl moving towards him he choked out a curse, “B-b-bi-tch!” only to be rewarded with a swift blow to the stomach as she walked by him.

He heard the latch on his secret alcove open with creak and began to sob even more deeply at the thought of this thieving bastard and his little hellspawned whore-bitch leaving him like this and taking all that money away with them.

He wouldn't stand for it…

He wouldn't let this go, he’d have his revenge. He had a second cousin, twice removed, in the city watch. Once his noble customers heard about his plight, they’d scour the country side with bloodhounds and blood on their minds. When he got a hold of that little cunt he’d-

Thump

Something dropped to the ground next to him.

“I feel like I should apologize.” Damn right, ya thieving ass-cunt bastard, Kurt roared in his head. “It took me longer than I thought to find one in your size. I trust it wasn't too... unpleasant for you?”

The question, not directed to Kurt at all it would seem, was answered with another kick; this time right in his aching back. He’d have howled in pain, if he could. Right now, it was getting hard just to breath.

The Bastard laughed. “Oh, I see. Did you remember to lock the doors?” he asked in a near whisper.

Kurt couldn't hear her reply, but the Blackguard was evidently satisfied.

“Excellent,” he said, “time we should be leaving, then.” Good riddance, whore-thief.

“But first...” half a heartbeat later there was a creak of metal above him. She had passed him a lantern. With a deft, quick motion he lit the fuse. “Care to do the honours?”

The lantern passed back into her custody.

With a little whirl and a crash it broke against the side of his desk, instantly engulfing half the wall in a bright flame.

The last thing Kurt saw before the fire reached him was the man in black and the little elf girl in white quickly strolling out into the night and closing the door behind them.

That, and the fresh corpse of a raven-haired little girl in a heap before him.