[MGE] The Massacre at Inverness (Part 1)

The sun shone above the rolling hills of the Scottish highlands. Cold breezes from the North chilled the prairies with its touch of cold.

Sometime after the Winter Equinox, it was another quiet day for Ross to till his fields for the upcoming harvest. Springtime was rolling around and he needed to get a head-start in thawing out his soil. The harsh winters have not been friendly to anyone in Inverness due to the Nordic winds.

Ross decided to go to his shed to start raking the fields for his wheat crops. While his humble abode was not significant, it was able to withstand the frosty weather. Adorned with rocky stone faces that lined the outer walls of his home, the inner sanctum contained a simple but hardy fireplace, a sturdy table and several wooden-oak chairs, his straw bed, and a bedside table with an unlit oil brass lantern.

Ross dressed himself up with several extra layers of clothes for today as the cold air prickled his skin and his breath fogged in front of him.

After closing the door, he prioritized his day towards farming and allocating his time up until the noon before going to town and buying food for lunch and dinner, perhaps also saying hello to his fellow friends.

While walking down to the shed, he thought about the recent events that have swallowed the town.

Rumors of beasts or monsters lurking in the forest right next to Inverness, to which the town nicknames “The Burrows” has become a tale to scare the superstitious townsfolk. The Church of Saint Andrew has insisted that its people do not wander out at night, especially on full moons or dark nights when the moon doesn’t shine.

Ross contemplated on the church’s unorthodox approach. In normal circumstances, they usually dismiss these tall tales but after several instances of townspeople missing in the recent weeks, there has been an upscale to preaching the word of God as well as remaining obedient and loyal to the church’s orders. The farmer shakes off that idea and goes back to working on his fields.

When all is said and done, he wipes the sweat off his face with a clean rag and postulates to clean himself up before heading into town.

A warm bath later, Ross walks down the cobblestone path towards the city of Inverness. He could see several familiar people in the distance - the town boasted only a population of 10,000 - and while he hasn’t explored the entirety of the town since his inception, he felt more relaxed in the places where his parents showed him during his adolescence.

The streets only showed some sights of business as it was a Saturday and barely even noon.  Ross made a beeline towards the local market to fetch for some groceries and to also listen in on the latest news.

He looked in his pouch for his silver pennies and gold lions and heard the jingling of a full and firm coin pouch. Ross smiled to himself that he didn’t forget to bring his well-saved income and headed towards the fresh produce section of the street.

Purchasing a head of cabbage, several carrot sticks, some potatoes, a clove of garlic and a slab of tender cattle meat, Ross spotted a face he knows all too well.

His dear friend, Calum, who he met during his years at church service had a friendly rivalry to see who would become the better worshipper to receive God’s graces more. Although they have been in some fights together and subsequently punished for it, they always laughed it off as everyone was welcome to the house of God except heretics and pagans.

Calum whistled towards Ross and waves towards him. They exchange greetings and catch up on the daily routines.

“Aye, what ‘er ya’ doin’ here Cal? Lookin’ for the local ladies again? Too early to be setting yer’ eyes on one at this time o’ day!” boasts Ross as he firmly shakes the hand of Calum.

Calum sneaks in a short laugh before approaching Ross. “Aye, but you’re a wee scunner! Don’t be ruinin’ me chances. Little bonnies here with a pretty face suits the dish-cloot. Ha!” responds Calum, while nonchalantly shaking Ross’s hand.

“So what are ya’ up to?”

“Just gettin’ the messages, the usual for me supper. Farmer’s got to eat before harvesting season!”

“Ah, well I’ve heard recently about a wain that disappeared last night. Was just a young boy before he was taken into the night. Poor laddie, his parents are weeping over the guy.”

Ross sighs over the unfortunate situation, but recollects himself to hear more of Calum’s story.

“The church has been riled up about the ‘punishment of sinners’ and all that shite. The Bishop has ordered more town guards to patrol the streets at night”

“Hm, I feel that something may be afoot here. Can’t put my thoughts on it, but let’s leave it to the church for now” Ross answers Calum, receiving a nod of affirmation.

“Well, I gotta’ go, ma’s been sick from the cold. Shouldn’t leave her to toil in her bed for much longer. See ya’ around Ross!” Calum turns to leave in the other direction he came from but Ross notices a small frown as Calum leaves.

Ross leaves the town with groceries in hand all the way back up to his home.

The farmer muses over the fact that his home, along with a few others were on top of a hill overlooking the town and that it was sometimes a pain to walk the steep slope to get to his house almost everyday. It got a little lonely at night and the cold night air didn’t help the fact that Ross was alone in this town.

After recent occurencesses brought up by Ross’s memories, he remembers that his mother and father had to leave him due to the recent widespread diseases unknown and incurable by Inverness’s doctors. It was infectious and deadly but Ross’s mother and father were unfortunately afflicted with this disease. The church decreed them and other known infected to be exiled from the town immediately in an attempt to contain the contamination. While Ross didn’t get to say goodbye to his parents, he was old enough to look after himself and he knew many acquaintances. Mistakes were made until he finally learned the tools of the trade and everyday life as a Scotsman. If it wasn’t for the disease perhaps maybe…

The farmer shakes off the thought and finally unlocks the door to his house with a key from his pocket, setting down his ingredients for his lunch and dinner. He places several logs of wood into the fireplace and ignites the wood with a match. The fireplace glows an amber-red as the entirety of his home is now dimly lit. He sets a pot over the heat and pours water for it to boil. Next, he cuts several of his market-bought ingredients, save for the meat, and dumps them into the now simmering pot. Afterwards, he slices the chunk of meat with his kitchen knife into small portions to be used for the stew. Ross then waits for several minutes before making sure that the stew was finished. He gathers a wooden bowl and a ladle to pour the contents of the pot in, ensuring that most of it was the cooked cow meat and less of the boiling water. The freshness of the ingredients hit his face in a flavorful aroma; the certain smells of the herbs mixed in with the grimy but juicy scent of meat salivated Ross’s taste-buds.

Ross set the piping-hot bowl onto his table and said a short prayer before slowly eating the stew graciously so as to not burn his tongue. An idea sparks in his head and he goes to one of his cows in the farm to get a fresh ounce of milk to wash down the stew. He prepares a bucket and a glass to collect his refreshment.

Walking towards his farm shed where his cattle reside, he feels an ominous presence watching him. He looks around him in fear that it might be a wandering vagrant out to threaten him of his money and property, but notices that no one is there. Likening it to the rumors from Calum’s earlier stories, Ross proceeds with caution to the shed.

As he unlocks the hinges, several cows are seen staring at him with curiosity, several eating from their troughs. The farmer picks a cow that would provide the best milk and sets down to do so.

…

Ross comes back to his home, now with a bucket of milk and a full glass in tow, he sets down the bucket next to the door and the glass onto the table. He sighs in relief to have a full meal prepared in front of him and slurps up some of the fresh stew. Its contents are still lukewarm and the ingredients pack a nice sentimental flavor to it. He washes it down with a glass of milk, noting that the taste is slightly sweet but with a hint of tangy saltiness to it.

During the midday, Ross goes back to raking the fields to prepare for the harvest. Several hours later and it is nearly dusk. He bathes himself in a warm bath and relishes the heat it provides.

Much later and it is dinner, to which he cooks up more meat stew.

He feels a cold shiver and decides to lock the windows. Upon locking all said windows in his abode, he cleans up and heads off to sleep.

After cleaning up the table and washing down the dishes, he lights the oil lamp next to the bedside table. Soon after, he pours water on the fire to smoke out the fireplace.

To let his stomach rest, he goes to lock the door and ensure all of the windows are bolted shut. After double-checking, he dresses down into his night attire and heads to his straw bed.

Ross makes a small prayer before going to sleep and snuffs out the oil lamp, making the room silently dark, save for Ross’s breathing and shuffling movements.

…

He hears a resounding boom at one of his windows.

Ross is shocked awake by the noise as another loud impact hits one of his windows.

Another one.

He reaches for his bedside lamp and matches in the drawer and ignites the match.

He warily looks around, the match giving an eerie atmosphere as it illuminates a small radius around Ross.

Another loud thud.

Ross, already shaken up by the recent turn of events, picks up the lantern as well as a fire iron from the fireplace. The weight of the makeshift weapon barely giving him comfort as several more noises from the window reverberate throughout his home. The farmer puts on his leather boots and makes his way towards the door.

He opens the front-door to his place and waves his lantern out, ensuring that no one ambushes him. The outside night greets him with a cold piercing sensation and he shivers in response. When the coast is clear he goes to investigate the noise coming from behind his house.

Out in the distance, he spots a faint glowing light. The curiosity of Ross got the better of him, forcing him to descend into the vast plains of darkness between his house and the outskirts of town and into the nearby forest.

Groggily trying to stay awake, he notices the light slowly getting further away and into the forest, prompting him to give chase.

At the moment, Ross did not care about his safety or foreboding danger that lingered for he was still in a dreamy stupor.

As the light suddenly halted, Ross still pursued it, hoping it would remedy his disturbance of sleep. Like a moth to flames, he got ever closer, staring in confusion rather than childlike awe.

A sudden force hits him in the head, knocking Ross unconscious.

…

The farmer gradually opens his eyelids, which triggers a painful migraine in his head. He reaches towards the pain and discovers a sticky feeling. He looks down at the palm of his hand and his skin turns pale.

A patch of blood, his blood, coated the fingertips of Ross’s hand.

“What are ya’ sittin’ there for, ya’ idiot!”

Ross looked around for the source of the talking but no one seemed to be around.

“Ugh, I’m right here!”

He took another glance, shifting his head right in front of him, causing him to blink in confusion.

A girl, probably only a few inches less Ross’s height, menacingly stood over him with a smug but predatory smile.

“Finally, something to eat!” She pounces on him, eagerly pushing him down in the process.

Immediately awakening from his fatigue, he tries to get this stranger off of him and running away. Surprisingly, her grip on his shoulders held him in place despite having a way bigger frame than her. He tried shaking her off him, this time succeeding by shifting his momentum and rolling to his side.

“Hey! What the-!”

Ross stood up, blood rushing to his head which caused him to stumble a bit before regaining his footing.

He felt the floor slip up from under him as he crashes onto the floor with a thud.

“You’re not getting away from me, boy! I own you now” the girl shouts, still on the ground gripping his ankle all the while.

The farmer panics and tries to kick her in the face, but is immediately disheartened as she grabs his other leg by the foot.

“Stop resistin’ or I’ll have to use something to get yer’ attention.”

Ross stops his fidgeting upon the girl’s warning.

He finally speaks up.

“What do you want from me?”

The girl crawls on top of him, her messy silvery hair dangling from her head and tickling his face; her figure blocking the morning sun from his point of view. She looks directly into his eyes with her own blood-red irises.

“I just wanted someone to be with, someone I can coddle with. I’m a bit lonely these days...maybe you can fill the hole” she earnestly speaks to him, but dragging the last word out.

This somewhat softens the tension, but several other questions arise from Ross’s mind.

“Ugh, what happened last night?”

“I knocked ya’ out with the end of my blade! I wasn’t really in the mood for a chase, so I lured ya’ out.”

“Okay, but why were you throwing things at my house?”

“I knew you were lonely too, so I wanted to get your attention. I could feel it in you. You long for someone, maybe anyone at this point. That’s all people really want now a days.”

Ross hesitated at her response. He shifted his gaze to her ears. They were longer and sharper than a normal set of human ears and came up with another question.

“Who are you?”

“Me? I’m a Redcap. Name’s Ailith. And who might you be?” she grinned.

“My...name is Ross. I’m a farmer.”

“Hm? Well you do have nice muscles for a farmer.”

“Uh, thanks?”

“Well enough of that, let’s get started then!”

“Started with what?”

“This!”

Ailith silences Ross with a passionate kiss, one that startles Ross but eventually he gives in.

They explore each others tongues while locking lips. Ailith descends upon Ross, her lean body and modest breasts squishing up towards Ross’s tougher frame.

Ross decides to hug her in a bear-like grip to which Ailith responds with a soft grin and holds her hands to his face.

Ailith squirms atop Ross. To the farmer’s embarrassment, his stiffening member pokes at the crotch of the Redcap causing her to halt the make-out session and look down at Ross’s pants.

From there, it became a blur.

Ailith rips Ross’s undergarments from his body. Her nethers becoming hot and soaked with fluids. She takes off her crimson-red panties and tosses it behind her.
She eyes Ross’s twitching cock and positions herself above it.

Waiting in anticipation, Ross blushes and brings both his hands out to Ailith’s hips, nodding to her.

She brings herself down on him in an instant. They both scream out in pleasure upon the impact.

A bit of blood trickles down her thigh, but Ailith soon bounced up and down Ross’s enlarged member.

The intensity of her bouncing drove Ross insane as he clenched his hands around Ailith’s toned thighs.

As he neared his release, Ailith straddled him and pressed her hands onto Ross’s chest, coaxing him more with her pleas of satisfaction.

A white stream of thick semen erupted from Ross’s cock and into Ailith’s womb, one right after the other.

Their breaths forming the morning condensation, Ailith made several more movements to squeeze out all the remaining semen from Ross.

“You do realize that I’m gonna need a lot more than that.”

Ross responds with an annoyed groan.

…

As night time rolled around, Ailith laid on top of Ross’s fatigued body. Sweat and sex permeated the cold air, but their body warmth kept the other warm.

Ross woke up from his nap and nudged Ailith.

“Hey, I need to get back to town. Don’t want any of the residents to know I’ve gone missing.”

Ailith stirs in her sleep and raises her eye-lids.

“Hm? Why?”

“The church has some sort of strict curfew. Mostly superstition from all the people suddenly going missing.”

“Oh.”

“Yea. I don’t know if I can take you with me, but I can meet you back here in the forest.”

“...but I don’t want to leave you.”

“It’ll only be for a time. I’ll make sure to go at night, so no one knows I’m gone again.”

“Um...o-okay, promise me you’ll be back soon, alright?”

“Of course, lad.”

Ross notices a sudden change in appearance in the Redcap. For one, her clothes don’t have a reddish-tint to them and neither does her hairline. She is also missing her usual smug expression from before their daylong love-making. Ross smiles to himself about the sudden change of events before returning to a neutral expression.

He gets up and finds his clothes, well-preserved but a little torn, and his lamp off to the side. He puts on his clothes with little delay and grabs a match from one of the pockets in his pants and lights the lamp.

He turns to face Ailith, now standing as well.

He goes forth and hugs her form and feels two arms reach around his back and pull toward the Redcap.

The minute seemingly lasting an eternity, Ross breaks away from Ailith.

Silently, he walks away. He looks at her one last time and sees that she is still there staring at him.

Ross manages to find his house and slowly but surely crawls into bed with Ailith in mind.

...

[Part 2 coming soon]