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Chapter 6 –
Avedra awoke to the scratching noises of chairs and tables moved and steaming water scrubbed over the worn floor. She tried to stretch but stopped in pain. She tried to clear her mind, rubbing her eyes, until she understood that her hair had been tightly to the bench on which Edern had spent the night.
His booted heel rested on her left thigh as she lay curled. Afraid to move, she merely opened her eyes until the pressure in her bladder was so demanding that she stirred. The foot moved to the floor, and she felt his fingers untying her hair.
Edern called to a serving girl busy cleaning, "Here, you, take her outside somewhere to relieve herself. And be quick about it. I have places to be."
Avedra squatted to piss in the courtyard corner where the girl pointed. The girl leaned back, a heel propped behind her against the stone wall and her head resting back, eyes closed, grateful for any kind of break.
He is certainly in a surly mood , she thought as she watered a place that countless people had before her, the stench assaulting her nostrils. I wonder who the other was last night, the voice. I wonder if he will tell me. She discounted the warning nudge from the Goddess; she determined to ask him. She could ask him questions. Asking was something an apprentice was supposed to do.
She sat down to table beside him at his gesture and dipped her spoon into a tepid bowl of porridge.
"Master Edern?"
"What?"
"Who was that last night, the voice that woke – "
Unprepared for the blow, she fell backwards off the bench, collapsing jammed between bench and wall and feet in the air, stunned by the force.
The flying spoon had hit a soldier sleeping off the last night's revelry; he swatted idly at his face and snored on. The bowl had remained upright on the table. The soldier might have thought differently hit with a full bowl of porridge as well.
The same servant girl on her knees scrubbing the floor froze with brush in mid-air, staring at the alchemist with raised fist above Avedra.
He stared down at her, his malevolent face contorted with anger. He willfully did not strike her again. He didn't need the attention, but she had taken him by surprise with the question, a question he didn't dare have the wrong people ask. The alchemist had plans for the information and power he had traded life eternal for. The black mage would be there waiting for him when he returned with the nushadir , waiting to eliminate the royal power; his plans to enslave the innkeeper were purely secondary to the obsession to wrest the power of the universe all to himself. But it would all happen soon enough, and he must not cuff the girl so hard to render her senseless.
The innkeeper screamed at him from the kitchen. "Take the girl and get out of my house, you idiot! The next thing you know there will be swordplay, and it's not midmorning yet!"
Edern half-dragged the stumbling girl wiping blood from her lip and nose on the back of her arm. Outside the back door he slammed her against the stone wall, his hand at her throat. Her eyes focused.
"You never ask that question. Never, you stupid little bitch," he hissed. "I can't afford to have you bungle this. This isn't some wild experiment with broken glass. I have far too much invested in this. You will watch your mouth, or I will forget why I brought you along in the first place."
Avedra's wide eyes satisfied him. He wanted to frighten her so bad that if she hadn't just relieved herself she would be puddling around her feet. Yes, she was that frightened. Good. Holding himself up against her, his cock started to swell, fed by the fear exuding from every gland in her body. A firm grip still on her throat, her hands flailing useless at her side, he pushed up the rag of a dress until it was tucked up above her breasts.
His thumb and fingers slid up to the corners of her mouth and brutally squeezed, her lips puckering. His stale breath stole hers. His other hand mauled her breast, sharp fingernails and fingers twisting around the base of the breast. His fingers moved back down to her throat, pinching the airway nearly shut. He lifted the breast and bit around the edge of her nipple.
Her eyes watered. She looked panicked.
He forced himself between her legs, his fingers relentlessly exploring and brutalizing, tugging on hair, pulling on her delicate lips. Her scent drifted up between them as he took possession of her, driving his cock up into her with a viciousness that was new.
The alchemist grunted as he sunk to the root in her cunt, and only then did he release more air to her.
He drove her harder against the stone, chafing the skin on her ass, inflamed by the smell of her fear, a smell which wafted about them filled out by the host of stable smells of the courtyard.
Avedra for her part just tried to focus on the next shallow breath. The stone was rough against her skin, but it was warmed by the morning sun. She tried to focus on the warmth more than the pounding she was taking between her legs. Struggling to survive the sudden wave of anger springing from Edern's own fear, she had not yet thought to regret asking the question. But she would, oh, yes, she would.
Her fingernails scrabbled fruitlessly over the stone, seeking a handhold, anything.
The orgasm overtook her just as much a surprise as his violent reaction. He shut off her air completely as he felt her spasming over his raging cock. Was it the orgasm? Was it the suffocation? She was certain she was dying. It must be like this to die, to expire in the throes of lustful ecstasy.
When her eyes rolled back in her head and her cunt muscles spasmed on him, Edern could hold himself back no longer. With one final mighty thrust, he brought her up onto her toes, pinned against the wall, and he filled her with searing hot cum. He cried aloud as the cum gushed and the back of his thighs rippled with the strain. In slower than slow motion, more like a slice of time, he realized by her face that she was dying as surely as he felt himself the same. Now , he told himself, you let go now. Give her the air to live. Give it to her now, or your channel to the Goddess is lost. Let go!
The next he knew he was leaning against the wall, his hands spread apart on the warm stone. Avedra was on her knees at his feet, her hands clutching at her throat and breast, retching into the dust, struggling to get some fresh breath.
His mind now swimming on the crest of the orgasm, he idly watched a drop of cum drip down to land on her hair.
"Don't ask stupid questions."
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