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The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 01

By: Lady_Blackhawk



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Essex, and Narev are property of Valine.

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The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 01



Her sobs lessened until she had finally cried herself out. She slipped all the way down in the water and held her breath. Chella gasped and pulled her back up. 

"Dear child, you mustn't do that. Everything happens for a reason. And you may not think so right now, but at some point you will start to see that everything will be just fine." Chella soothed, stroking her wet hair back. At that moment, a few shouts filtered down from Master Nathan's working rooms. It was obvious that someone was getting the third degree from the boss...that someone was Vico. Chella smirked. Served him right for what he'd done.

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The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 02



Disclaimer: This work of fan fiction is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Essex, and Narev are property of Valine.

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The Bear Pit

"Several months have passed since that night that shattered my world into pieces. Yet I still recall every detail...as if it were yesterday. The shouts, the fighting. The dead. Vico...

"They put me into the kitchen where I have to scrub pots and dishes, clean vegetables and wipe the floor. Every day. My world has been reduced from living in a castle to the few rooms I am working and sleeping in. 

"At first I only wanted to run and hide. The nights were terrible, with nightmares haunting my sleep. It made me glad that I was so exhausted after the long hours of work because I was too tired to think about what happened and what has become of my life. 

"I miss my family more than words can say. Though I never spent very much time with my mother and father, I always knew they loved me. They were always busy with state affairs and the rigors of ruling a kingdom. Even now, there are nights when I lie awake and picture their faces. It's so real, almost like I can touch them in the dark.

"The people in the kitchen treat me well enough. Most of the times, anyway, as long as I do my chores. First off, there's Chella. She seems to be the ruler of the kitchen and swings her spoon like a scepter, thus everyone obeys her. She's a really big woman, too. She was very kind to me the night Vico brought me in. Though I was somewhat afraid of her in the beginning, now I think she's very nice. She does tend to complain that I do not eat enough and that I am far too skinny.

"Then there are the two cooks, Wally and Denny. They are constantly picking on each other. It is no small wonder that they haven't started a fight with each other yet. Chella tends to box their ears every now and then and it seems to bring them back into line. For a while, anyway.

"Trissa, Silia, and Kellia also work in the kitchens. Chella told me that much like me they lost their families during the Dhorn invasion. Trissa is about the same age as I am. She spends most of her time flirting with the cooks. A couple times I've caught her behind the crates with a stranger busying himself between her legs. But all in all, she doesn't pay much attention to me.

"Silia and Kellia, the other two girls, are twins. They are in their early teens, a few years younger than I am. Both girls do not speak very much. I think something terrible happened to them, at least that is what Chella hinted at. 

"I have even seen Vico a few times when he's stopped by the kitchens for a bite to eat or when he's had to visit with Master Nathan. I can feel his eyes upon me, watching every move I make. He flirts a lot with Trissa, but to my knowledge, she hasn't yet managed to convince him to join her behind the crates.

"Finally there is Caron. He's a bit older than I am, perhaps in his early twenties. Unlike the rest, he's really not working in the kitchen, but he's around every now and then, running errands for Chella and the cooks. Trissa usually makes a pretty face at him when she spots him and I believe I've heard them once behind the crates. I'm not sure if Caron knows who I am, but he's always been quite friendly with me. He showed me a couple of tricks, like stealing a plum from someone's pocket and how to pick a lock using needle and twine.

"I have applied that knowledge a few times since Caron taught me. I'm not allowed to leave the kitchen and adjacent rooms. For reasons of my own safety, they tell me. I just don't want to feel like I'm in a cage. I waited until Chella and the girls had gone to bed and the cooks had left for the night then snuck out of my room and down the corridor. Unfortunately Vico was paying a late visit to Master Nathan and caught me. He was very angry at me and spanked my bottom as hard as he could. Chella rescued me and put me back into bed without saying a word to me."

Shiloh shook with anxiety as thoughts of the previous night's escapades rattled around in her brain. She rubbed her bottom gingerly as she made her bed up and pulled on a pair of shoes. Usually Chella woke her up in the mornings, but she had yet to speak to her. She chewed on her lip and let out a ragged sigh. Dear gods, I hope that she is not too mad at me.

Taking in a deep breath, Shiloh opened the door that led from her room. She stepped in to the kitchen, scanning the room quickly. Wally was standing at one of the ovens, checking the bread. Denny was working on what smelled like a pot of stew. She noticed Trissa was bending over to pick up another pot, showing off her bottom. Shiloh watched as Wally dropped a loaf of fresh bread and turned red as Chella scolded him and Trissa. The twins seemed to be drying a few dishes near one of the sinks.

Chella smiled as she noticed Shiloh walking towards the table where a plate of breakfast for her sat. She grabbed a slice of bread and a few slices of bacon, making it into a sandwich. She quickly ate it and walked over to Chella.

"Well, good morning, little Shiloh." Chella smiled brightly once more. Shiloh returned the smile, relieved that she didn't seem to be angry with her at all.

"Good morning, Chella."

"Master Nathan was here earlier and told me that he wishes to speak with you. He's upstairs, in his rooms. But first, you need to get some food in your belly, child. You've been losing weight again," she disapprovingly studied her.

"I have eaten. I'm really not hungry." Shiloh replied, wondering what Master Nathan wanted with her.

"Hm, maybe you think you are really not hungry, but I think you should eat everything on that plate I set out for you. What will Master Nathan say if your belly rumbles all the time while he speaks with you?" Chella scolded with a smile.

"Maybe he'll forget about barking at me," Shiloh quipped with a snort.

Chella giggled, "I doubt he's that easily distracted. But don't worry. He won't bite your head off. And if he tries, I'll box his ears until that silly idea falls out of his head."

"Do you think he'll...punish me?" Shiloh rubbed her bottom again. She knew she had to have bruises. Vico had been very rough with her.

"Awww, no, dear child. He won't hurt you like Vico did last night. I think what he wants to do is explain a few things to you. But if you are nervous, best get it over with and see him." Chella gave Shiloh an encouraging smile then turned back to her work.

Shiloh took a deep breath, wondering what would happen to her now. There was only one thing she could do at this point. She took Chella's suggestion to heart and decided to just get it over with. Master Nathan had summoned her and she knew she must go. As she headed to the door, she noticed the glare that Trissa directed at her. Shiloh cocked an eyebrow at her, her brow furrowing. Trissa had never paid any attention to her. She couldn't figure out why the older girl was so cross with her this morning.

Trissa marched over to her, meeting Shiloh near the kitchen door. "Stay away from Caron, okay!?" Trissa hissed furiously.

"Why should I?" Shiloh chuckled and stuck her tongue out at the other girl.

"I don't find this funny!?"

"I find it quite funny that you are all puffed up about it. Plus I really don't think Caron's all that interested in you," Shiloh taunted.

"I know he likes me! Everything was fine until you came and wiggled your ass under his nose." Trissa's face turned red from anger as she shook her fist at Shiloh.

The imp inside Shiloh surged within her and she snorted at Trissa, "Well, perhaps you were wrong. Perhaps he likes me better than you. After all, I am a princess and you are not. No man in his right mind would prefer you to me." An evil grin crossed her face as she tossed her silky long hair over her shoulder.

"Pfft...you are no more of a princess than I am and it's probably just because of your shameless behavior. I saw you the other night. Caron had his fingers under your skirt!" 

Shiloh shrugged and laughed at her. "You are delusional and furthermore, what Caron and I do is none of your business, honey pie!"

Trissa's color turned from red to near purple and she flashed Shiloh an even more furious look. "You keep your hands off him or else! You hear me?!?!"

"They can probably hear you half a mile away from here, but you know, Trissa, you can threaten me all you want. Who's to say that Caron won't keep his hands off me?"

"We'll see about that. I'll tell Vico and he'll put an end to it!" Trissa shot back, watching as Shiloh's eyes grew big. "Maybe he'll spank you again."

Shiloh gasped, "How dare you!"

Then Trissa leveled another glare at her and turned away, returning to her work. Shiloh made a rude gesture at Trissa's back and placed her hand on the door. She opened it, feeling a rush of cooler air upon her skin. The kitchen could become quite stifling at times.

She stepped out into the corridor and came face to face with Caron. He smiled at her warmly. "Morning, Shiloh! How's it going?"

She smiled back, lifting her hand to softly caress his handsome face. "Good morning to you, Caron. I am fine."

He gave her a pondering look with an eyebrow cocked. "Chella told me that you tried to sneak away again last night. And you didn't even say goodbye. Tsk, tsk."

She lowered her eyes then looked back up at him innocently, still caressing his jawline. "Honestly, Caron, I wasn't trying to run away. I just wanted to get some fresh air."

He grinned at her, and chuckled, "Actually, I was just kidding you. So, are you going to work late tonight?"

Shiloh shrugged, "Chella didn't tell me what I'd be doing today. Right now I have to go upstairs and see Master Nathan. I hope I'm not in trouble. My bottom hurts badly enough as it is."

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Ahhh, I see. Vico caught you, didn't he?"

Shiloh nodded and blushed.

"Well, I was hoping to spend some time with you. I've got a new trick, juggling!"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it's not so difficult to learn. I'll show you if you want me to."

She beamed at him. She enjoyed spending time with Caron. "Sure, I'd like that."

"Great!" He smiled brightly in return and gingerly patted her bottom. 

Shiloh winced as he touched a tender spot. "Caron..."

"Hrm?"

"Careful..."

He chuckled and withdrew his hand, winking at her.

"Well, I suppose I'd better go upstairs and talk to Master Nathan. Will you be here when I get back?" She asked with a hopeful smile on her face.

"Not sure, but if not, I'll come back later." Caron gave her a look that promised more to come.

She smiled and returned it as she felt her skin grow hot. She knew she had to be blushing and spun quickly, heading for the stairs. She took them two by two, her long legs eating up the distance in a short time.

She hadn't been up here since that night and could feel her heart pound in anticipation. She rounded the corner and headed towards the door to the boss's working rooms. She flashed a shy smile at both Warent and Wesh, two of Master Nathan's body guards. She could feel their eyes upon her as she walked between them, crossing over the threshold into the room beyond. A tingle slipped down her spine and she shivered, noticing how Warent's eyes nearly devoured her. The blond bodyguard was quite attractive. Shiloh wouldn't mind getting to know him better.

She smiled to herself as she heard the imp's voice in her head coaxing her to be a shameless flirt with the blond. She knew that usually one of the cooks normally delivered their food. This time she would have to volunteer to help.

With that plan in her head, she schooled her features and approached Master Nathan most humbly with her gaze lowered. She stopped a few feet from him and dropped a curtsy. She licked her dry lips. Her mind racing was once more. What did the older gentleman who owned and ran the Bear Pit, who took her in after she'd lost everything, want with her after so many months? She hadn't seen him or spoken to him since that night that Vico brought her in, but she knew through Chella that he had occasionally asked about her. 

Her eyes came up to meet his as he addressed her. "Shiloh." His eyes seemed to shine with that same green intensity she'd noticed once before, as if they were looking straight into one's innermost soul. 

She dropped yet another curtsy.

"How do you like working in the kitchen?" 

His question surprised her somewhat. She wasn't sure if he'd inquire to her well-being. She stammered a bit at first, and then cleared her throat. "It's not so bad. Chella is quite nice to me."

"If that is so then why did you try to sneak away last night?"

Shiloh sighed, her shoulders slumping as she studied her feet. "I just wanted to get some fresh air. Why was it necessary for Vico to spank me like he did? He bruised me!"

"I am sorry for the extreme measure Vico used. He most likely felt you needed to learn the lesson that keeping you inside is mainly for your own protection, Shiloh."

He gave her a disapproving look, firmly letting her know he didn't agree with Vico's method of punishment, but that it was their intention to keep her safe. Then he continued, "There are a few things you should know. While we've been hiding you, the Dhorn have established a governor who rules the city in their name. They have killed everyone who was in any way associated with your father. They have also killed the city guard, every single man. I shouldn't have to tell you what would happen should they learn of you."

Shiloh gulped and trembled. She wrapped her arms around herself, finding little comfort in the words Master Nathan had spoke.

"And although I firmly believe that working in the kitchen is good for you, I have a proposition for you."

Her eyes flew back up to his and she flinched visibly. A proposition? Uncertainty exploded in her brain, sending manic thoughts racing. What did he want of her? What did he expect her to do? And why did the thought turn her stomach into a churning eruption of revulsion?

"I'd like you to work for me." Nathan simply stated.

"What? I already work for you!"

"I don't mean in the kitchen, Shiloh."

"Please tell me more. What will I have to do? You aren't going to make me be a waitress, are you?" Shiloh scowled and lowered her eyes once more.

"No, Shiloh. What exactly you'll do depends on the talents you show, but you'll be out of the kitchen."

"I like the sounds of that."

Nathan nodded at her. "But first, there are a few things you have to learn."

"Oh! I had teachers at the castle who educated me as it fit my station. I am fluent in several languages, have learned difficult mathematics, history, and culture. I have been schooled in needlework and embroidery. I can play a few different musical instruments and I am well trained in proper horsemanship."

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Then I am sure you'll have no trouble putting your knowledge to work. I am going to give you the names of seven people, and I'll tell you where to find them. They live in the city so you'll be allowed to roam freely within city limits. I need not remind you that it's a good idea to avoid any Dhorn you encounter. They have probably forgotten all about you, but still. No need to risk it."

Shiloh nodded dutifully. She didn't want anything to do with the Dhorn. 

"Now it does not matter in which order you go through your lessons. I only ask you that you bring me proof that you have passed them. Now I trust you brought with you a notepad for writing down your teacher's names? Good."

Shiloh nodded again, pulling a small pad of paper from a pocket in her skirt.

"Lesson one is about disguising. You will see Chella for that."

Shiloh giggled softly as the imp inside of her urged her on. She found it to be quite humorous that she had to learn to disguise herself when she had been living under cover for all these past months. "Will I learn to disguise myself as a princess?"

"Funny," he raised an eyebrow and scoffed at her. "Lesson two will teach you how to fight and defend yourself. Go to the Tea Shop in Northern Betancuria and talk to Hatori."

Ewww, fighting, she cringed inwardly. Shiloh let out a sigh, trying to keep an open mind. She thought it over, mulling it through her head on why it was necessary that she know how to fight. She nodded and decided it would be a good idea to know how to fight and defend herself...if not against the Dhorn, then certainly Vico. She smiled as she understood the reasoning behind this lesson.

"Lesson three is about stealth. Drago will be your teacher. He's working at a warehouse at the harbor in South Betancuria. I want you to be especially careful around the docks. The Dhorn have closed all bordellos in the city so some of the sailors are...desperate."

Shiloh winced as she understood his meaning. "Stealth? Why do I need that?"

"So you'll not be the bride of every deckhand for a start," he stated sharply.

"Oh! As if I would lower myself to talk to a sailor!" Shiloh haughtily retorted.

"It's not talking to them that you should worry about, Shiloh." Nathan scolded her then continued on, "Joanna will explain what lesson four is about. She lives in the south district at 17 River Road, second floor. That is north of The Isle of Men."

"Oh! I have been there before, to The Isle of Men. My father took me there to introduce me to a nobleman he hoped would become a suitor."

Nathan nodded. "For lesson five, you'll see Yance. He can usually be found at the market in Northern Betancuria."

"And what's that lesson about?"

"He'll tell you."

"Yance. Marketplace. Got it." She repeated, wondering why he'd send her to the marketplace for a lesson. Hmmm, perhaps he's a trader?

"Lesson six is about how to deal with locks, disarming traps and the like. Your teacher will be Alfons. He can be found in the sewers."

"Ewww...sewers? I hope I'll find him," she balked, not really thrilled about the thought of heading down into a sewer. Until that moment, she wasn't even aware that Betancuria had sewers.

"Don't look so sour. You will find it is very handy to know your way around in the city's not so well known areas." He scolded her disapprovingly. "Now last but not least, lesson seven is about setting traps. Go to South Betancuria, to the One Thousand Steps Inn and see Innkeeper Kelten."

"Setting traps? As in being a trapper?" Shiloh eyed him warily, wondering what this had to do with the others and what she had gotten herself into.

Nathan inclined his head at her. "This will be all for now. I expect you to pay attention and pass these lessons. Afterwards, we shall speak about your future. Don't disappoint me, Shiloh."

Shiloh nodded and bobbed another curtsy. Groaning inwardly, she looked over her list. She knew she wasn't up to some of the lessons quite yet, like the stealth one and figured she could do some of the others first and try it when she was more experienced. A thought warmed her insides. Perhaps Caron would be willing to help her. She could learn things and spend time with him at the same time. An excited giggle escaped her lips causing Master Nathan to glare at her sternly. She curtsied one final time and dashed to the door, stopping only to wink at Warent. She wiggled her bottom, walking slowly and what she hoped was seductively as she headed away from him towards the stairs.

Warent let out a wolf whistle as Wesh laughed heartily. "She's off limits," Wesh reminded Warent, elbowing his fellow bodyguard.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 02



"Yeah, but it doesn't hurt to look." Warent quipped, "And she's definitely worth looking at. The eye does not go wanting."

Wesh chuckled, "But everything else does. Nathan and not to mention, Vico, would have your balls if you think of doing more than just looking."

"Ain't that the truth?" Warent scoffed, and resumed his guard duty.

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The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 03



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Essex, and Narev are property of Valine.

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Lessons


Shiloh bounded down the stairs with Caron's name on her lips. She came to the crate filled corridor and found he was nowhere in sight. She sighed dejectedly. She had so much to tell him and he wasn't there. She guessed he'd been sent out on an errand or something.

With her hopes deflated, she entered the kitchen and made her way over to Chella. It delighted her that she wouldn't have to scrub pots today. She would begin to work on lesson one. Disguising. She had to talk to Chella about this one. 

Shiloh plastered a bright smile on her face and approached the older woman. Chella smiled at her, "Well? How did your talk with Master Nathan go?"

Shiloh quipped impudently, "Quite well and unlike Vico, he didn't even spank me!"

"Shiloh!" Chella scowled disapprovingly at her. "You should really watch your language! You are not a harbor wench, young lady!"

"No, I guess I'm a kitchen girl now."

"And a really lazy one at that. You have wasted half the morning. Now tell me, what did he say?"

"He said that he'd like me to work for him. And that I should talk to you about a lesson."

Chella nodded at her approvingly. "So he thinks you are ready to venture out into the city again. Please, oh please, my little Shiloh, be very careful, will you?" She hugged her tightly.

"You know me, Chella. I'll do my best."

"Good. Now for the lesson...Well, what I want to teach you, other than how to survive in a kitchen with two lazy cooks in it...," she threw a supposedly mean glance in the direction of the cook pots, "...is how to change your appearance in such a way that your own mother wouldn't recognize you should she be standing right before you."

"I am fairly sure she wouldn't know me as dirty as I am!"

Chella laughed and muddled Shiloh's hair. "The main thing you want to achieve with your disguise is to make people see somebody else when they look at you. That can be arranged with expensive make-up and pearls just as well as ash on your cheeks and dirty broken fingernails. It all depends on the role you want to play.

"The beauty shop in town is where you can get your hair and make-up done, along with a manicure, pedicure, and perfume, things like that. If you want to be a princess, that's the place to go. You'll also need the corresponding clothes, of course. I have a dress that will fit you. It's in my room. Feel free to borrow it any time you want, but please don't lose it. It belonged to my daughter."

"I will take good care of the dress in case I ever need to borrow it, I promise."

"I know you will, my little Shiloh. Now, back to the lesson. The downside to being a princess is that everybody will be looking at you and we certainly don't want that for now, do we?"

"Well, no, I guess not, but I like when people look at me."

Chella frowned at her, shaking her finger. "We can't have that, though. So if you don't want people to pay attention to you, it's a good idea to pretend to be poor."

"There's no pretending to that, Chella. I am poor now. I went from living in a castle and having everything at my bloody fingertips to scrubbing pots in a kitchen. I went from being a ROYAL PRINCESS to being a servant. Have you any idea how humiliating this is? How humbling?" Shiloh balked, her temper exploding.

"There, there, child, calm down. Yes, it has been a very big adjustment for you, but you have weathered the change well. And I'd even go as far to say that you are a better person for it. Now, as I was saying, most people won't even look at you if you are dressed in rags, as if poverty were some illness they could catch."

Shiloh lowered her eyes and fought back the tears that burned in her eyes. 

"For some, there is also the possibility of pretending to be the other sex. Though, that will not work in your case," she grinned and pointed at Shiloh's ample breasts.

"They're not that big..." Shiloh protested.

"Child, you wouldn't even fool a blind man, trust me." A soft laugh escaped Chella's lips.

Shiloh blushed bright red, crossing her arms over her chest in attempt to hide them.

"Sorry," she flashed a placating smile. "As a test, and in order to practice, I want you to disguise yourself as a street beggar girl. You should not have any difficulties finding the right 'make-up.' As for clothes, you may be able to get some from a beggar in the streets, though there are few of them left with the Dhorn making their poor lives miserable. Perhaps you can find one at the harbor. But do stay away from the sailors if you go there. I really mean it. They can be dangerous."

Shiloh scoffed, "Certainly no sailor can possibly be any worse than Vico." She gingerly rubbed her bottom and winced.

The older woman frowned upon her. "They are not nice people, young lady. If one takes a fancy to you, he won't ask, if you understand what I mean."

"Yes, I do, just like Vico."

Chella's frown increased. "You need to let go of this unhealthy preoccupation with Vico, girl. He's not nice, either. Steer clear of him."

Shiloh nodded in acquiescence. She really never wanted to see Vico again.

"Or you could ask a tailor to make the required clothes for you. Master Gaston runs a decent tailor shop to the north of here. I suppose you could tell him you want it for a costume ball. That may be costly, though. But I warn you, whatever you do, NEVER EVER tell people who you are. They'd sell you to the Dhorn for the prospect of a few coins."

"I won't, Chella. I'm not that stupid."

She smiled and nodded her head. "Come back here to me when you are ready to test your beggar girl outfit. We'll go upstairs and see if we can fool Master Nathan's bodyguards. If you succeed, you have learned and have passed my lesson. Oh, and one more thing....," Chella grabbed hold of Shiloh's hand and softly pressed a few coins into it. "This is for your work here, child. But don't spend it all at once."

Shiloh's jaw dropped open as she stared at the four gold pieces in her hands. "Thank you, Chella."

A fond smile graced Chella's face as she turned back to the loaves of bread that sat rising on her worktable.

"Chella, is there anything you need me to do before I start my lessons?" Shiloh softly asked, shaking in anticipation. 

"Not that I can think of, child. You run along!"

"Well, okay, but when will you be sending lunch up to Master Nathan?"

"Not for another hour or so. Why do you ask, child?" Chella cocked an eyebrow.

"Well, since it looks like I'm not going to be working in the kitchen anymore, I thought I'd do something as a final last thing that I never did before." Shiloh smiled, looking for a reason to go back upstairs again.

"That is not necessary, little Shiloh. Run along. You have lessons to complete. You mustn't keep Master Nathan waiting."

"Alright!" Shiloh pouted and headed for her room. She quickly changed out of her kitchen girl clothes and into a dress she'd sewn herself for a special occasion. It was a light blue to match her eyes with a plunging neckline and a skirt that barely reached her thighs. She pulled on a pair of matching stockings and slipped on the dyed blue shoes she had on the night Vico brought her from the castle. She ran into Chella's room and twirled before a mirror. The dress was pretty and fit her well. All those nights of lost sleep had really paid off.

Next she grabbed up her brush, smoothing out the tangles from her long silky hair and with a deep breath, she faced the concept of going out into the city. Shiloh exited her room and walked through the kitchen to the hallway. She smiled at Nelina and headed down the stairs to the door that lead to the tavern floor. She opened the door and walked down the last remaining few stairs. She looked around curiously.

So this is the Bear Pit, the tavern I've heard both day and night for the last several months. It is snug and tidy, a place where merchants and yes, perhaps nobles would go for a nice meal. At least I haven't been scrubbing pots for drunken sailors, she thought to herself.

Shiloh crossed the tavern floor to the door and opened it, stepping outside into the rain.

"Betancuria," she whispered aloud. She'd spent all of her life here, or rather, in the castle above the city. Her father hadn't wanted her to spend much time with the citizens. Too dangerous, everybody had told her. Especially with citizens like Vico.

She shivered. She had often been afraid of the city when she was younger. It seemed so...chaotic. So many people walking around aimlessly.

She sucked in a deep breath. It felt so good to be outside for a change, despite the fact that it was raining. She had never liked being confined to a single place for long. Now she just had to decide where in the city to go now that she had gained precious freedom.

She thought about Chella's lesson and decided to head over into South Betancuria. She had only ever been there twice in her life, visiting some noble who lived on the Isle of Men whom her father had hoped would marry her. 

Looking around, she noticed the Isle of Men in the distance, the large noble houses now bearing the Dhorn standard. She scoffed and said a silent prayer to all those poor souls who had lost their lives when the Dhorn invaded. She walked up to a ferryman, knowing he could take her across the river. 

"Ho, lovely girl. Have you need to cross the river? My cost is one gold piece." The ferryman hailed her.

Shiloh handed him one of the gold pieces Chella had given her. "Yes, thank you," she nodded and took the hand he extended to her. He helped her climb into the small boat and soon he was rowing away, his bulging arm muscles contracting with each stroke of the oars. She watched him intently. She couldn't help but stare, for she hadn't had a whole lot of contact with men.

A bright blush crossed her cheeks as she noticed that he knew she was staring. Shiloh mumbled an apology and gazed down into the dark blue murky depths of the river. Before she knew it, they were docking on the opposite side to the river. The ferryman helped her out and set her upon the dock.

She smiled and looked around, noticing the numerous sailors milling around, working. She also took note of the ominous presence of the Dhorn Patrol. Shiloh turned back to the ferryman. "Good sir, a question for you?"

"Hm?" He replied.

"Are there any...beggars nearby?" A bright blush reddened Shiloh's cheeks considerably.

The ferryman raised an eyebrow at her. "I believe there may be one up near The Wildcat? Why? Why would a young girl like you be concerned with a beggar?"

"Well..." Shiloh stammered, "To help said beggar?"

The ferryman eyed her suspiciously then nodded his head. 

"What's the Wildcat?" She asked. 

"The Wildcat is a bordello that the Dhorn closed down. You know what a bordello is?"

"A bordello?" Shiloh repeated, thinking quickly. "Of course I do."

Then she huffed away, heading in the direction the ferryman had pointed her in, passing the Swordfish, the two dockhouses, and The Wildcat. She stopped to read the notice posted on the door from the Dhorn Governor. 

Looking around, she saw a shabbily dressed man reeking of a foul odor and covered in lice standing near a barrel. She approached him cautiously, her nose wrinkling at his putrid stench.

"Spare a coin, girl?" The beggar held out his hand to her.

Shiloh perused him thoroughly, looking him up and down and wandering how well his clothes would fit her. "I would like to buy your clothes."

"Ha-ha, you must be joking!"

"I am not joking! I want to buy your clothes!"

"Why do you want mine? Yours are so much better."

"I can give you gold for them. I am very serious. I must have them."

"How much gold are we talking?"

"I can give you one gold piece. That's much more than they are worth!"

The beggar gave her a nasty look. "I'll let you have them for 50 gold and a set of sturdy clothes from Gaston's."

"50 gold?!?! You must be joking!"

"That is my price!" 

She gave him a furious look. "Where will I ever get 50 gold?!?!"

"The docks are that way, sweet thing. Be nice to the sailors and you'll earn my 50 gold in no time at all."

"Well, I never!!!" Shiloh blushed red and flounced away. Be nice to the sailors! She headed back towards the ferryman. Perhaps she could convince Gaston to make her a beggar's outfit.

A blond haired giant of a sailor grasped her arm and hauled her back towards him. Shiloh let out a yelp of surprise. "Unhand me, ruffian!" She squeaked out.

"It's not safe for pretty little things like you to be wandering the docks alone," he leered at her as he looked her up and down. His eyes seem to linger upon her ample breasts. "One might think you were looking for a date."

"A date?" She repeated, wandering what he was getting at.

"Yes, sweet thing, and I'd pay nicely...." His hand skimmed over one of her breasts.

"Hey!" She pushed his hand away.

"Well?"

"Pay? For what?" She eyed him warily.

"For you." He skimmed his other hand over her hips. "So?"

"How much would you pay me?" Shiloh asked, thinking about what the beggar had said.

"Let us discuss that in a more private place," the blond giant put his arm around her shoulders and led her to a nearby dockhouse. Once they reached a spot inside that couldn't be seen from the door, he pushed her to the floor in front of him. "Okay, sweetie, I know I haven't seen you on the docks before. Which means you must be new to the trade, so I'll give you something easy to do. Suck my dick with that pretty mouth of yours."

The sailor leered at her lewdly as he unlaced his pants and pulled forth his swollen member. It looked big enough to be a snake. Shiloh gulped and eyed it hesitantly. She wasn't sure what he wanted her to do. 

"Take it in your mouth, girl, and suck. That's what I want. That's what I'll pay you for," he growled out as he gripped her chin and pulled her lips open. He pushed his girth inside and let out a moan, feeling the heat of her mouth. The head of his cock and first two inches filled her mouth, stretching her lips out nicely. He rocked his hips, thrusting into her oral cavity. Shiloh gagged and tried to pull back, but he placed his hands on her head and held her firmly in place. "Suck it, stupid girl."

He pumped a few more times, feeling her throat constrict. Tears welled in Shiloh's eyes. She tried to pull away once more, but he gripped her hair. He thrust harder, trying to force his way down her throat. Shiloh gagged, feeling her stomach roll. She pummeled his thighs with her small fists and tried to bite him in an attempt to dislodge his cock from her mouth.

A groan escaped his lips as her sharp teeth grazed his sensitive head. He bucked his hips, sliding his length in as far as he could. A howl escaped his hips as he spilled his load in her mouth. Shiloh jerked free from him and retched violently, spilling the contents of her stomach on the floor.

"So you are new to the trade, huh?" He raised an eyebrow as he tucked his cock back into his pants. "Not so bad for a first timer, I suppose, but a word to the wise, sweet thing. If you want to make any money down here, you need to practice. Hell, you should be paying me!"

Shiloh caught her breath and looked up at him with her pleading tear filled blue eyes. She pulled out her remaining three gold coins and held it out to him. Her voice came out raspy. "I...am...sorry."

"Awww...honey, honey. Put that away. So tell me, what is a sweet pretty little thing like you doing down here at the docks? It is more than obvious you do not belong here."

"I had to do something. I need 50 gold desperately and the person who wants the gold said I could make the money easily if I was nice to the sailors, but I've never done this before." Tears welled as embarrassment colored her cheeks.

The blond nodded his head. "You should practice."

"Would you teach me?" Shiloh asked, trembling before him. "Please."

"What's your name, honey?"

"Shiloh," she replied as she brushed away her tears and got to her feet. "And yours?"

"I'm Rhys. So let me get this straight. You want me to teach you how to fuck so you can earn money? What's in it for me?"

"Use of my.... body..." She replied. "Please, Rhys. I need that money."

He eyed her thoughtfully. "Must be pretty desperate to be down here on the docks. Have you ever fucked before?"

A bright red flush covered her cheeks. "No, not willingly. I was...was....," she stammered.

"Raped?" he guessed.

"Uh-huh. It was my first time," Shiloh told him as she blushed again and mentally scolded herself for putting herself in this situation. She should have just gone to Gaston. She had heard a few noble ladies in the castle speak of him. Perhaps she could use her noble background to appeal to him in order to create the desired outfit for her. 

"Look, honey, I'll be your teacher, but I'm not going to pay you...ever." Rhys gave her a cold look and walked away. "Meet me here after dark."

Shiloh nodded at him. 

"Oh, and try to stay away from the others until you've learned something, I wouldn't want to see your pretty flesh all bruised. I won't fuck damaged goods."

Shiloh watched him leave the dockhouse. She straightened her hair and wiped the tears from her face. She intended to leave the dockhouse with what little dignity she had left. As she left, she walked away from the docks, passed The Wildcat and the beggar who had made such an outrageous demand of her.

Feeling the need for a bath, she headed to one of the bridges that connected two sides of South Betancuria and crossed it quickly. She skirted by the Isle of Men and took note of the One Thousand Steps Inn to her right. That was one of the places Master Nathan had told her to visit for a lesson. She had to see Innkeeper Kelten for lesson number seven. She knew she wasn't ready for that one yet, so she passed it by and headed up to River Road. 

Hm, River Road. She pulled out her notepad and checked through her notes. For lesson four, she needed to meet a woman named Joanna who lived at 17 River Road, Second floor. Shiloh smiled. She would try that one while she was working Chella's lesson. She headed up the street and noticed a crowd of people grouped around a few Dhorn soldiers. 

"What's going on?" Shiloh asked a young blonde woman dressed in a pretty purple dress.

"A passerby found a Dhorn floating down the river," she replied, her face pale.

"Oh," Shiloh said as she watched the Dhorn soldiers. The one they pulled from the river had skin the color of fish belly white and half his hair was missing. A bright red blotch covered his throat. It looked as if his throat had been slashed wide open. Her gut rolled one more time, threatening to empty what little remained.

"There is going to be trouble from this. You had best get out of here quick. That's what I'm about to do," another passerby spoke up, looking straight at Shiloh. Then he quickly turned and darted away.

Shiloh watched the Dhorn soldiers lift their fallen comrade from the ground and carry him away. Then she, too, continued on her way. She noted that her destination was close-by and walked over to the building at 17 River Road. She opened the door and stepped inside, happy to be out of the rain. She was chilled to the bone and knew she would have to procure a cloak in order to keep dry and warm.

Climbing the three flights of stairs, she reached the Second floor and began to knock on each of the three doors. After two angry shouts of 'Go away!' she tried the third and remaining door. It opened easily and she poked her head inside. She noted a nice cozy apartment on the other side. Stepping inside, she began to look around. Then she noticed a woman nearby. She looked quite elegant in her long red gown. Shiloh estimated her to be of her mother's age. She had a gentle face and soft wrinkles around her eyes that seemed to come from laughing often, and heartily.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 03



"And who do we have here, sneaking into my apartment?" The woman asked, her jovial tone bringing smile to Shiloh's face. 

"Are you Mistress Joanna?" 

"Yes, I am Joanna." Her smile widened greatly.

"Master Nathan sends me. I'm here for lesson four," Shiloh explained.

"Lesson four!" She laughed. "Somehow I'd have wagered that I'd be lesson six. Come in, please."

"Lesson six?" Shiloh cocked her head at Joanna in askance. 

Joanna laughed again. "Never mind that. Let's have a glass of wine. Come."

Shiloh followed her further into the apartment.

"Come, my sweet." Joanna motioned as she poured a glass of red wine for Shiloh and one for herself. "Drink up, sweet girl."

"Thank you, Mistress Joanna," Shiloh replied as she drank down the glass of wine.

"Just call me Joanna, please. And tell me, what is your name?"

"Shiloh."

"Shiloh. That's a pretty name. Like Princess Shiloh." Joanna smiled fondly.

"My father gave it to me..." Shiloh replied, smiling warmly at the thought of her father.

"Don't worry. I won't question you any further." Joanna smiled and took a sip of her wine. "So go ahead, ask me whatever is on your mind."

"Do you know who I am?"

"You're a nice young lass who is under Master Nathan's protection. That's all I need to know."

Shiloh nodded, thankful that her real identity was being protected. "What can you tell me about Master Nathan?"

"Nathan...?" Joanna sighed and took another sip of her wine, then smiled her warm smile once more. "Nathan appears to be tough, but he's a decent man. One of the most honorable I have ever met. Mind you, coming from me, honorable probably doesn't mean a lot."

Joanna chuckled warmly. "Nathan protects me from harm. From time to time, he sends young ones like you to learn from me. And once in a while, he and I enjoy some time together, if you know what I mean." She winked at Shiloh.

Shiloh nodded her head. "I think I know what you're trying to say." Though she couldn't and furthermore, didn't relish the thought of conjuring that image in her head.

Joanna giggled, another warm smile crossing her lovely features.

"Could you tell me anything about yourself?" Shiloh asked, moving to a new subject.

"About me?" She smiled and sipped her wine. "Well, dear child, I won't bore you with the details of my youth. When I was about your age, I decided life was boring and ran away from home. I was young and silly and wanted to see the whole world. Well, I ended up in a place called 'The Velvet Dancer.' That sounds a lot more glamorous than it really was. In reality, it was just a cheap brothel.

"Whatever you do, don't ever think you can make a living easily by offering yourself to the sailors. In the brothels, they tell girls like you how easy everything is and that they care for you. That you can choose your customers and nonsense like that. Don't believe it. They invest money in you when they take you in and they want it back tenfold. So, it's more like you have to fight over customers with the other girls, hoping to bring in enough money so they're content with you. And if they aren't, or if you're getting older, they cut your throat and throw you out."

"I would never do anything like that!" Shiloh lied, blushing bright red as she thought of her encounter with Rhys. 

"Good, anyway. Once I found out how things worked, I decided to leave 'The Velvet Dancer.' Leaving alive is not as easy as it sounds, but I managed to hide on a ship. In a wooden crate below deck."

Shiloh listened to Joanna's tale more intently, wondering where it was leading and what it had to do with her lesson.

"It was one of the ships Nathan uses to bring certain goods into Betancuria. He was there himself when they opened the crate and I popped out." Joanna chuckled and raised her glass to her lips, draining it this time.

"He must have liked what he saw."

Joanna winked. "I think so. To make a long story short, he took me under his protection. Ever since, I work for him. It is a good life and I am happy. I have four children now myself. They work for the family, too. Nathan does care. You shall see."

"Are your children by Master Nathan?" Shiloh asked, curiously.

"No, they are not. Their father was a member of the family, but he passed away a few years ago."

"Oh, I am sorry. I know what it is like to lose loved ones. My parents are gone as well," Shiloh stated. "Killed the night of the Dhorn attack."

Joanna cast her a sympathetic look.

"Can you tell me about my lesson?"

Joanna nodded and inclined her head. "Very well. What I want to teach you is how to make the best of your pretty looks."

"Oh, please tell me more!" Shiloh beamed, figuring she would like this lesson.

"Do you think it is indecent to use your charms in order to get what you want?" Joanna asked.

"Well, I don't have a problem making a pretty face at somebody if I have to." Shiloh smiled a brilliant smile and thought of Caron.

Joanna giggled like a girl and nodded her head. "I can see that! Now, other people may tell you that only the strong get what they want or that you can sneak your way around. That's silly. You'll always find somebody who's tougher than you. And if you're sneaking, all it takes is one dry branch and you're screwed. But if you use your charms to your advantage, you will find that you'll reach your goals most easily without the need for shedding blood.

"Plus you are really pretty child. I doubt you will have difficulties making people do what you want if you're smart enough. A cute smile in the right direction, a sway of your pretty hips, and men will just melt away."

"I've done that already, yes..." Once again her thoughts traveled to Caron. She knew if she threw a sweet smile at him that she garnered more attention from him.

"I thought so." Joanna winked at her. "So tell me, do you have any sexual experience?"

The question shocked Shiloh. She wasn't sure how to answer that. "Some," she muttered softly, thinking of Vico and the sailor she'd just tried to service.

"Listen to me, sweet child; do not be afraid of your body. It was meant to be the way it is and touching certain spots can give you sweet feelings. I would encourage you to play with yourself. Maybe grab a naughty book and read it when you are alone and comfortable, and then...," 

Shiloh flushed bright red. She had never thought of touching herself in any of her private areas, though she had to admit that it felt rather good when Caron had fondled her bottom when he was showing her how to pick-pocket a plum.

"Now back to your lesson. As I said, you need to learn to use your charms. So I want you to help a son of mine who's on a rather difficult mission. He needs to pick-pocket something from somebody here in the city. From a bard, to be exact. A sort of famous bard even. Her name is Pia. She's currently lodging at the Lion's Head Inn in the northern section of Betancuria. It is extremely important he acquires this thing from Pia."

"And how I am to help with that? I mean, shouldn't he be learning to charm it out of her?"

"Well, Pia is very much afraid of being robbed. That's why she has hired a bodyguard. Quite a brute. And we don't know where she keeps that thing my son has to obtain. But we guess she carries it with her, usually."

"That sounds like a difficult task, indeed."

"Yes, and that is where you come in. Pia is known to have a favor for pretty girls. She might be blown away if you do it right."

"Ack! You want me to flirt with a woman?!?!"

Joanna chuckled. "You don't have to fall in love with her. I want you to approach her, maybe have a few glasses of wine together. Talk to her, pretend you are taken by her charms and be a real sweetie. Eventually, she'll ask you to go upstairs with her, to her room. I hope so anyway. It's unlikely she'll have her bodyguard to come along for this. So you two will go up alone. My son will be hiding upstairs, and when you appear, he'll knock Pia unconscious. Don't worry, she'll survive. Just hard enough so he can snatch that thing from her. He grabs it, you two hit the road, and everybody's happy. My son will have fulfilled his mission and I'll tell Nathan what a sweet charmer you are.

"There is one more thing, though. You should get yourself a sexy outfit for the occasion. Pia can be difficult when she's approached in the wrong mood. Or she might suspect something. But if you give her something to goggle, she'll hopefully abandon all caution." Joanna handed her a heavy pouch of coins.

"I'll give her something to look at, I promise." Shiloh grinned as she palmed the coin pouch. She now had money. Perhaps it would be enough to buy that sexy outfit and the beggar's clothing. 

"Just don't push too hard, okay. You don't want to make Pia suspicious. That may blow the whole mission. You'll need to go to Talana's Store in North Betancuria. Choose something sexy. Now Pia's usually in the common room in the evenings. Meet my son outside of the Lion's Head Inn first to discuss any last changes to tactics. He's easy to spot. He has bright red hair, just like me! Good luck, my sweet."

"I'll do my best." Shiloh smiled, her mind racing. What had she gotten herself into?

"Oh, one last thing, sweetie. When shall I tell my son to be there?" Joanna asked, still smiling.

"Uhhhmmm, tomorrow evening. I have something I have to do tonight." Shiloh remembered she'd agreed to meet with Rhys at dark at the dockhouse.

"I'll tell him you'll meet him tomorrow then." Joanna smiled kindly and winked at her.

Shiloh bobbed a curtsy and quickly left the cozy apartment. She made her way out of the building and continued back down River Road the way she came. She crossed back over into North Betancuria, headed towards the Bear Pit. She felt the need to bathe and she also needed to stop at Talana's. But first she had to bathe.

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Shiloh closed her eyes and leaned back for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the soapy water all around her. She had already finished scrubbing herself thoroughly when she heard the sounds of a door opening and footsteps. Somebody had obviously entered the room!

Her eyes flew open to see Caron walking over to the tub with a wide grin on his face and she noticed his eyes were firmly focused on her breasts. She forced herself not to cry out in alarm and calmed her racing heart. Shiloh plastered a bright smile on her face and tried not to mind that he was there. "Hi, Caron!"

"Hey there, Shiloh! How's the water?" His eyes devoured her as his grin grew even wider.

"Fine, want to join me?" She smirked and winked at him.

"You bet," he laughed. "But I think Chella wouldn't be too happy to see me scrubbing your butt."

A handsome smile lingered on his lips.

"Ah, since when were you so afraid?" She teased, as she slowly eased herself upwards along the back of the tub, boldly allowing her nipples to poke out of the water.

Caron gulped as he watched her every move. "Not afraid. Just careful, and sort of busy, too. I have to fetch something. But I'll be right back."

Caron nonchalantly strolled into Chella's room. A few moments later, he returned, carrying one of Chella's mirrors under his arm.

"I'm pretty sure Chella would box your ears nicely if she caught you stealing her mirror."

"Nah, she asked me to clean it." Caron rolled his eyes.

"Poor you. Would you like help?"

Caron smiled at her. "No, I'll be fine, but thanks for offering."

"Sure?"

"Yes, Shiloh. Oh! I almost forgot! How did your talk with Master Nathan go earlier?"

Caron knelt back down beside the tub.

"It wasn't so bad. He didn't spank me, that's for sure. He wants me to work for him, so no more kitchen work for me. I have to pass a few lessons first, however."

Caron's smile faded greatly. "Oh I see."

Shiloh eyed him, noting how not so very happy he sounded to hear that. "What's wrong, Caron?"

He sighed deeply. "Nothing...I'm glad you are getting the chance to do something else besides kitchen work."

"But?" Shiloh knew there had to be more to his disappointment.

"Yeah...well..." Caron shrugged, looking away.

"Well...what?" 

"You see, I liked that you were in the kitchen. Or rather, that you were around. It has been fun spending time with you in the evenings, showing you my tricks and all..."

"I enjoyed that, too, Caron, but, ya know, I still will be around in the evenings. I'll still be sleeping here."

Caron cleared his throat. "I'd better leave you be. I think the water is getting cold." He pointed to the tips of her hardened nipples and grinned, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Caron! Anyway, I am happy just to see you."

He laughed and picked up the mirror. "Yeah, right! Take care of yourself, okay? I'll catch you later."

Shiloh let out a deep breath as she watched him open the door and step out into the kitchen, then close it behind him, protecting her modesty. She quickly finished her bath and climbed out, drying herself off with a cloth that sat near the oven in the room. The cloth was soft and fluffy, warming her skin as she chased away the water droplets still clinging to her. 

With a deep sigh, she dressed herself and made her way back into the kitchen. Caron was standing near one of the sinks, cleaning the mirror as Trissa fawned over him. Shiloh watched as the other girl pressed her breasts into Caron's arm, leaning into him to help him with his task. A dark scowl crossed her face and she loudly cleared her throat, making everyone in the kitchen stop and look up at her. 

Shiloh narrowed her eyes at Trissa and then smiled sweetly as her eyes met Caron's. She noticed how he inched away from Trissa and quickly finished cleaning the mirror. With a smile aimed in her direction, he dried the glass and headed back towards Chella's room.

Trissa threw a furious glare at Shiloh and mouthed the words, "Stay away from Caron!"

Shiloh chuckled to herself, stuck her tongue out at the girl, and followed Caron into Chella's room, cornering him as he hung the mirror. He turned around, nearly bumping into her. "Shiloh?" 

Shiloh drew in a deep breath and raised both of her hands to his chest. She grabbed whole handfuls of his black tunic and shoved him back against the wall. A surprised gasp slipped forth. Shiloh silenced the noise as she pressed her mouth to his and kissed him in what she hoped might be a possessive manner. Caron parted his lips and deepened the kiss. His tongue begged for entrance while his hands cupped her bottom cheeks. He took control, turning her around until she became the one who was being pressed firmly to the wall. One of his legs parted her thighs as his hands roamed beneath her skirt. His fingers skimmed her rounded cheeks. He pulled her to him, feeling her hot center pulse against his thickening member. He groaned as he broke the kiss. He longed to tear off all her clothing and sink himself into her steamy depths.

He panted and caressed her softly. "Damn, Shiloh...," he murmured. "You don't make it easy on a guy."

Shiloh batted her lashes at him, giving him an innocent look. "I couldn't help myself. I don't really know what came over me."

"Whatever it was, I'd say I'm a damn lucky guy. You are more than welcome to do that more often." Caron's hands stroked her more possessively, his fingers skimming over her bottom to her hips and then to the muff of crisp hair at the juncture of her thighs. Shiloh let out a little moan as he touched her gingerly. "No panties, you scandalous girl!"

A blush colored her cheeks. "I have no use for the silly things."

He begrudgingly pulled away from her, "We'd better stop lest Chella catches us."

Shiloh nodded her head as curiosity got the best of her. She sat down on the edge of Chella's bed. "I have a question for you, Caron."

"And what's that?"

"Something I'm curious about." Shiloh smiled, "About Trissa...what exactly is your relationship with her?"

Caron chuckled. "Oh, I wouldn't go as far as to say that there is a relationship between me and her. She seems to like me, that's all. Why do you ask?"

"She told me to keep my hands off you," Shiloh grinned at him.

"Look, Shiloh, I'm really not interested in her. I know she's had a rough time and I believe she's looking for someone to take care of her."

"Oh. You know I heard you two behind the crates not so long ago."

"Yes, well. What can I say? I find it difficult to say no. She seemed so vulnerable at the time." Caron explained with a shrug of his shoulders. "It really didn't mean anything to me."

"So you gave her comfort, huh?" Shiloh tapped her foot on the floor.

"Just a bit."

"I see. And do you plan on doing it again?"

Caron smirked at her. "Sure. Are you free right now?"

Shiloh blushed profusely. "I didn't mean me, at least not yet."

A laugh escaped Caron's lips. "Sorry, sweetie, but you really asked for that response."

"I think Chella would have our hides if she caught us together like that. We should come up with a place to meet," Shiloh grinned wickedly.

"Little temptress!" 

"I am serious, Caron. I wouldn't say no..."

"I know, but I share a domicile with a few other guys." 

Shiloh nodded. "So you are interested in me in that way?"

"Of course, how could I not be?" He smiled and caressed her cheek.

Shiloh nodded, "I'm going to be working on lessons the rest of today and part of tomorrow, but perhaps we could meet somewhere outside of the Bear Pit, ya know?" She suggested, "The Lion's Head, perhaps? Or somewhere else?"

Caron grinned widely. "I think that can be arranged."

"Good." Shiloh bestowed her most winning smile upon him and got to her feet. She planted a sweet kiss upon his lips before leaving the room. "See ya later, Caron."

"I'll talk to you later," he replied as he touched his lips.

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The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 04



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Essex, and Narev are property of Valine.

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Sexual Education


Shiloh passed the rest of the daylight hours doing the shopping she needed to do, visiting Talana's for the required lingerie, and wandering the marketplace in Northern Betancuria. As dark approached she made her way into the southern part of the city, walking this time instead of taking a ride on the ferryman's boat. She skirted the Isle of Men and walked along the long stone bridge. Walking slowly, she stopped on the bridge to stare down at the water. She liked the way the glow from the torch lamps played upon the water's surface, reflecting fissures of light. It was so pretty.

She continued on, passing a market stall and Herol's Imported Goods. She paid little attention to the beggar as she hurried past him and The Wildcat, making her way to the dockhouse. 

She crept inside, making her perch on one of the numerous crates stored in the building. There she waited for Rhys to show up. She hoped he wouldn't be a no show. She really wanted to learn how to please a man. She needed to learn. She wanted to be able to give Caron a real reason not to look at Trissa. If Shiloh could be with him as the other girl had been, but make it better, perhaps she'd win him. How could he say no to that? Certainly he wouldn't.

A pair of hands gripping her breasts drew her out of her thoughts. Shiloh let out a loud gasp and struggled as the hands dipped into her shirt, plucking her nipples. "Unhand me, now!"

"I thought you wanted this, little girl?" A voice purred against her head as the fingers squeezed the full globe of each breast.

"Rhys?" She tilted her head back of the way and looked up at him.

"The one and only." He quipped as he went back to tweaking her nipples. Shiloh let out a raspy moan. The mixture of pleasure and pain zinged through her. "Like that, sweet thing? You ready to get fucked?"

"Is that what you want to teach me this night?" 

"Uh-huh, but first I want you to strip for me...slowly." He removed his hands from her breasts and stepped back a few paces, watching her as she hopped off the crate. Her hands took the place of his, pulling on her nipples through her low cut top. She caressed them, her eyes fixed on his. Then she pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor, baring her breasts to him. 

She repeated the act before him, plucking the hardened buds as a soft moan escaped her lips. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs as the ache......for something inside her intensified. 

Her hands dropped to her waist and she lowered her eyes as a blush colored her cheeks. Slowly she tugged her skirt down her legs and then stepped out of it. She looped it on her dainty foot and flicked it in his direction. Then she gracefully kicked off her shoes and rolled her stockings down her legs, turning away from him as she bent, showing him her bottom.

Rhys gave an approving whistle and grabbed her from behind. He hauled her back against his crotch, rubbing the thick bulge against the crack of her ass. He sniffed the air, taking note of the pungent musk coming from between her legs. "Fuck yeah, little bitch. There may be hope for you yet."

Shiloh grinned and wiggled her bottom against him, hoping he'd like that. A low groan was his only reply. He let her go and pushed her against the crate.

"Now, undress me." 

Shiloh looked back at him as a nervous shiver coursed through her. She'd never seen a man's entire naked body. Turning to him, she gripped his tunic and began to pull it up over his head. She had to stand on the very tips of her toes to bring it up over his head since he towered over her by at least a foot or more. Once it was off, she let it drop to the floor and she ran her hands over his wide shoulders, and then down over the corded, sinewy muscles of both his arms.

From his arms, she moved them to his chest, threading her fingers through the sparse hair that covered most of his pectoral muscles. She smiled as her fingers brushed his flat male nipples, eliciting a tiny groan from him. "Lick them!" Rhys hissed at her, his hand flew to the back of her neck and pushed her mouth toward his chest. 

Shiloh obediently complied as she fastened her mouth onto one of them. She ran the flat of her tongue over his large nipple before switching to the other one. 

"No, stupid girl. Let me show you," he growled and knelt before her. His mouth fastened on her nipple, giving it a lick to wet it before twirling his tongue over the elongated point. Then he began to suck, drawing the nub between his lips. His teeth nipped and grazed at her while he fondled the other one, gingerly pulling on its tip.

Shiloh groaned as a frisson of heat coursed from her breasts to settle between her legs. She tossed her head back, allowing a cry of pleasure to escape her. Rhys pulled back from her.

"Do you like that?"

"Ohhhh yesss!!!"

"You try..." he hauled her back up against his chest.

She eagerly copied what she thought she had felt, sucking him into her mouth. She nipped the tiny point before using her tongue on it. She licked each one before continuing her trek down his body. 

Her hands reached the waistband of his trousers, and she eyed the burgeoning bulge straining against the laces. Her hands trembled slightly as she smoothed one palm down over him. He moaned loudly. "That's it, honey..."

She deftly unlaced his pants and slowly drew them down his hips, being careful not to yank them over his hard cock. When she had them at his knees, she stopped to remove his boots. He kicked his pants off the rest of the way and proudly stood before her. She eyed him curiously, running her hands over the lower half of his body, familiarizing herself with all his hardened muscles. She could easily tell he was used to doing hard manual labor, his bulging muscles and work calloused hands were a solid testament to it.

"Enjoying yourself, sweet thing?" Rhys murmured, as he leisurely gazed down upon her.

She blushed profusely, embarrassed to be caught staring at him. She nodded her head at him. "You are beautiful..." she whispered.

A loud laugh sounded from him. "No, sweet thing, you are the beautiful one. Now since you are down there, you can learn to properly suck my dick."

Shiloh gasped and gulped, "I...thought...you...wanted to...fuck me." 

"I will, all in good time, sweetness." He buried his hands in her silky hair and made a noise of contentment. "First, relax, sweet thing. This'll be a piece of cake once you've learned a few things."

Shiloh turned bright red, her eyes lowering to the ground.

"Look at me, honey," Rhys put his hand under her chin and tilted it up. Shiloh gazed up at him. "Listen to me..."

She nodded. 

"Relax! I'm not going to jam my cock down your throat until you gag. Do as I say and you'll do fine."

She nodded again, feeling the urge to trust him. "I am ready," she spoke, licking her lips.

"That's it. Wet those gorgeous lips. Make sure your mouth is moist. I'll tell you this, sweetness, a lot of saliva in your mouth is a good thing." He palmed his cock and held it up to her. "Part your lips, honey, and take me inside."

Shiloh did as he directed, placing her hand on his and guided the head of his cock into her mouth. He gasped as it passed through her lips and moaned softly. "Yes, good, honey. Now lick the tip, swirl your tongue around it like you are licking an ice cream cone, but not too fast. Ahhh...yessss...honey."

Shiloh did as he directed, twirling her tongue around the head, getting a taste of him. It wasn't a bad taste, but part of her wished he had washed himself before he'd come to her.

"Now, run your tongue around the ridge of the head, and flick your tongue over the ridge that is V-shaped, sweetie. Ahhh....yessssssssss.....ahhh...that's it," his voice came out a tad bit strained as he fought the urge to buck his cock down her throat, "Good girl."

Shiloh pursed her lips around the head and began a gentle sucking rhythm on the head. She swirled and licked, sucked and flicked her tongue around the head and down the ridge to the sensitive underside. There she placed a gentle suction and Rhys moaned heartily.

"Slowly take an inch or two inside your mouth and gently grip the base. I want you to stroke the base up and down. Not too slow, but not too vigorous yet, either. About like this," He covered her hand with his and guided her strokes. "Good, honey. You are doing good."

"I want to you to run your tongue along the shaft. Suck it on the way down and lick the underside in a flicking figure eight motion on the way up. Ohhhh...yeah, that's good....good," Rhys moaned and fed her another inch.

Shiloh gazed up his body and their eyes met. She noticed his eyes were slightly glazed, a pleased smirk on his face. His head lolled back, his eyes closed as a moan escaped his throat. His hand came to rest on the top of her head in a reassuring way.

She licked the underside of his cock in a long slow stroke, working her tongue in the way he had told her to, making tiny crisscrossing figure eights. 

"A little harder and faster now, honey!" A mighty groan escaped his lips and he eased another half inch in to her steamy oral cavity. He figured that would be all she could take for now. He placed his hand over hers and guided her strokes, making them a tad bit more intense.

Shiloh licked the vein thick underside of him in little flicks as she slid back up toward his head. She moved her hand back up in unison with her lips, making sure her hand matched the rhythm of her sucking mouth. Rhys groaned in appreciation and let his hips involuntary buck. She felt his cock twitch against her licking tongue.

Then he pulled out of her mouth and lifted her to her feet. "You are going to be one hell of a cocksucker, honey, but I'd rather spill my cum in your sweet cunt instead of your mouth."

Shiloh cracked a shy smile at him and let him lift her back onto a crate. He positioned her bottom on the very edge and spread her legs open, stepping between them. He dropped his fingers to her bush. "You have a pretty cunt. Though, I have to admit I'd much rather prefer a bald one. You should shave it for me."

A blush reddened her cheeks. She had never heard of such a thing. She didn't have time to dwell on it. She cried out as he touched her lower lips, his fingers parting them. He dipped into her wetness, smearing her juices onto the tip of his cock. "Holy fuck, you are soaked! Sucking cock must work for you."

"Touching you started it," she confessed and spread her thighs wider. "I'm surprised I want this as much as I do."

"I'll be easy on you, for now, but I swear one of these days, I will fuck you black and blue, honey!"

"I'll be looking forward to it," she whispered as her face turned red.

"You are very wet, now, but for future reference, if you are not wet and still dry, spit in your hand and lube the guy's cock up. It'll make the penetration easier on you and him."

Shiloh nodded at him as he wrapped her legs around his hips.

"You ready for my big dick? You ready to get fucked?" 

She glanced down her body at the large cock poised at her nether lips. She shyly rocked her hips and reached out to him. "Would you kiss me before you enter me?" 

A smile cracked on his handsome face. His hands delved back into her hair as he pressed his upper body against her. His lips met hers and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply. His mouth devoured hers. 

He placed his cock at the entrance of her slit and slowly pushed into her tightness. It was a good thing she was wet. His girth stretched her wider than she'd ever been stretched. She whimpered against his mouth. He sank into her as slowly as he could manage. He could feel her warm walls give to accommodate his size, feeling them grip and suck. He groaned, reveling in the feel of her hot pussy. 

She let out a tiny moan as he buried himself to the hilt, the head of his cock hitting bottom deep inside her. 

"My cock is eleven full inches when hard, and you have engulfed it, honey," he pressed his balls against the bottom of her crack, nestling them against her wet warmth. His fingers dipped into her cleft, exposing her swollen clit to the air. "This, my sweet, is your clit. It'll bring you the sweetest pleasures that you can imagine when played with."

He stroked a calloused finger over the hood and she shivered with delight as he found the mass of nerves. "Try to contract your inner muscles as I thrust in and out of you. It will heighten your pleasure...and mine."

Rhys began a sweet rhythm of thrusting and stroking her clit. Tiny moans of delight came from her mouth as she arched her back and let him do as he wished with her. He increased his tempo, alternating deep and shallow thrusts to maximize her pleasure. Shiloh was soon shaking and screaming while he pounded into her dripping pussy.

Soon she exploded around him, drenching him with her female juices. The contractions of her snatch sent shivers up his spine and he howled, finally giving into the pressure that threatened to erupt from his balls. He spewed his load into her, thrusting deeper and harder as his cock twitched and his balls emptied into her.

He leaned down against her, pushing his softening cock in all the way, and rested his sweaty brow between her breasts. Shiloh gasped at the feel of his cock head pressed so snugly against her inner core. "Rhys?" she gasped, "What happened to me? What did you do to me?"

A laugh erupted from his lips as he gathered his wits about him. "I'd say I gave you your first orgasm. And by the gods, your pussy is divine!"

Shiloh gasped and fell back against the crate. Her body hadn't stopped its trembling yet. Her limbs twitched, shuddering from the pleasure he had bestowed upon her.

"You've done well on your first lesson," Rhys gathered her into his arms, stroking his hands over her soft skin. "Shall we say, same time tomorrow night?"

It took a few moments for her brain to register his question, "Oh no, I can not meet you tomorrow night. I have a job to do. I must...acquire something from a bard." Shiloh replied, gathering her wits about her. 

He nodded his head and sat her feet onto the ground. She staggered for a moment on wobbly legs. "Jelly legs," he teased as he picked up his discarded clothing. "Then you'll have to let me know when you want your next lesson."

"I will. I promise." Shiloh knelt down onto the floor, grabbing up the pieces to her outfit and made haste to put them back on. She noticed how Rhys watched her and she flashed a brilliant smile at him.

"Honey, can you tell me why you need the 50 gold?"

Her smile disappeared quickly. "That's a long story, Rhys. I'd rather not get into it."

He nodded his head. "Keep in touch, then, honey." He finished lacing his pants up and pulled his tunic over his head. He winked at her and walked towards the dockhouse double doors. With a wave, he was gone.

Shiloh slumped down against a crate, and pulled on her shoes. She couldn't bring herself to tell him about her past and the lessons yet. Despite the fact she'd allowed him access to her body, she couldn't trust him yet. Drawing in a deep breath, she pushed herself to her feet and headed to the door, making sure she didn't attract any attention from the Dhorn Patrol as she exited the dockhouse.

Once outside, she kept to the shadows as much as possible before stepping out into the torch light. The rain had slowed to a misty drizzle. She breathed in the fresh smell of it as she headed to the bridge. She crossed it and then headed down River Road, intending on crossing into North Betancuria at the entrance nearest to the Bear Pit. She knew she could have taken the ferry across, but decided to save her money. When she came to a dark alley, she slowed her place and attempted to fade into the shadows. She noticed a gang of five men standing in the alley and saw that four of them were armed with crossbows. She gulped and hugged the wall, hoping to sneak past them.

As she crept through, she noticed that the fifth one held a bladed weapon in each hand. He had an air of superiority about the way he carried himself. A cold chill danced down her spine and she knew she needed to keep an eye out for him. Her gut told her that him catching her could be bad. Scenes of Vico and the castle attack played through her head. She didn't want that to happen again, not after she'd just felt so much pleasure in Rhys's arms.

Her thoughts distracted her from her task. Before she knew it, two hands gripped her. One covered her mouth as the other brought a blade up to her throat.

"Don't do anything stupid, little slut," the harsh voice growled.

She stiffened up as the blade pierced her neck. She felt the trickle of blood and tried to stifle a sob. It came out muffled behind his hand. 

"Don't scream out!" He removed his hand. "Give me all your gold, bitch, and I'll let you live."

"I don't have much!" Tears flowed down her cheeks. "Please don't kill me!"

"Give me your money and you'll live, bitch! Call it a protection fee!" He hissed in her ear.

Shiloh dug into the small money pouch at her waist and pulled out the remaining gold coins that she had left. "Here, this is all I have. Just don't hurt me!"

He grabbed the coins from her hand, counting them one by one. "Not much, eh? Fifteen gold pieces is nothing to sneeze at. Consider yourself protected now, but remember, little slut. You had best have more coins if you wish to walk through Rick Cars's alley," He shoved her away from him and watched as she scrambled out of the alley. 

Shiloh ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She didn't stop until she reached the Bear Pit kitchens. She made haste to her room, throwing off her clothing. Then she ran herself a bath and sank into the heated water. She scrubbed her body furiously, even going as far as washing her hair twice. She gently washed between her thighs, feeling how sore and tender her nether region was. She winced and removed the soft cloth. Rhys had really given it to her good. That soothed her conscious decision to try to earn some money at the docks. And now she would have to earn more, now that the remains of the money that Joanna had given her was gone. It was a good thing she'd done the shopping she needed to do for the lingerie. She didn't relish the thought of having to steal it.

As the water started to chill around her, she pulled herself up out of the tub and reached for a towel. A yawn escaped her lips as she dried herself off. She had had a big day and was quite tired. Her bed looked incredibly inviting and she crawled into it, drifting off to a dreamless sleep almost immediately.

O.O

Shiloh woke as the clock in Chella's room chimed seven distinct times, signaling that it must be seven o'clock already. She yawned and stretched in the warm confines of her bed. She listened to the hustle and bustle of the kitchen, knowing that Chella had had everyone busy for the last hour while she slept. She knew that Wally would be kneading the bread dough and Denny would be starting on the daily specials. Trissa and the twins would be washing dishes or chopping vegetables. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. They were busy working while she was lazing away the morning in bed. Still, she knew she couldn't stay here all day. She had to visit Master Gaston and hopefully convince him to make for her the beggar's costume. There was no way she was going to concede to that damn beggar's demands of 50 gold and a set of sturdy clothes from Gaston's. The bastard could freeze to death for all she cared. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 04



She threw back the blankets and set her feet onto the floor. A shiver coursed through her as the balls of her feet missed the thick rug and hit the cold stone. She scooted them up and pushed herself up to stand. Moving to her armoire, she opened it and viewed the clothing inside. It was full of her kitchen girl clothes and the outfit she'd made herself. Nothing in there was appropriate to visit Master Gaston. She tapped her foot as she thought for a few seconds. She needed a fairly nice pretty dress. 

A smile crossed her face as she recalled Chella telling her she could borrow her daughter's dress if she needed something fancy. She quickly dashed into Chella's room and opened her armoire. She pulled out the long purple dress and held it up against herself. With a giggle, she pulled it on over her head and twirled around in front of the mirror. Yes, it would do nicely.

Then she brushed her long blonde hair out until it shone with a luminous luster. There, she looked very pretty indeed. Now if only she had a few cosmetics. As soon as she earned a few extra coins, she swore she would purchase what she needed. Enhancing her beauty would prove beneficial to her in the long run. 

Then she left her bedroom and headed over to one of the tables. Chella had set out for her a breakfast plate. Shiloh felt famished. She sat down and devoured everything on the plate with alacrity. Yummy! A full belly! Then she turned to Chella.

"How do I look?" Shiloh asked, twirling about. 

"You don't look like a beggar to me, Shiloh." Chella winked at her.

"I'm working on that, Chella. Yesterday I went down to the harbor and found a beggar and he had the nerve to ask me to pay him 50 gold pieces for his filthy clothes! He had the sheer audacity to suggest I sell myself to the sailors to raise his money! Can you believe that?!?!" Shiloh exclaimed, rather perturbed.

"You stay away from the sailors, little Shiloh." Chella cautioned her, as she raised her eyebrow.

"So I'm going to go to Master Gaston's. I remember hearing quite a bit about him from the noble ladies who visited with my mother. I believe if I act like a snooty noble girl, I can convince him to make me the required outfit. Don't give me that look, Chella. I will not tell him who I am. I figured I'd say I'm from Dhorn." Shiloh smiled at her. "But I am confident I can get what I need. I hope you don't mind me borrowing your daughter's dress."

"That is a good idea, my sweet child, and no, as long as you return it, I do not mind." Chella smiled back at her. "You are very pretty, Shiloh."

Shiloh beamed at her. "I had best be off. Thank you for the breakfast. It was quite delicious." She bounded off out of the kitchen and nearly smacked into Caron. He grabbed hold of her firmly, keeping her from falling down.

"Hey, Caron!" She beamed her most winning smile at him. "Thank you!"

He held her firmly within his arms. "My pleasure, sweetie."

"What brings you here this early?"

"Well, Chella asked me to take stock of the things that are in these crates out here. It would seem that no one knows what we keep in there." He wrapped his arms tightly around her back with a wide grin on his face.

Shiloh let out a soft sigh and rested her head against his shoulder. It felt so good to be held by him. She lingered there for a few long minutes then gazed longingly up into his eyes. "And did you find anything interesting?"

He chuckled and released her as he felt his manhood swell within his trousers. "Yesterday while you were out and about I found some girl's lingerie. Uh, you're not missing any panties, by chance, are you?"

"They probably belong to Trissa. It's where she hides the ones she's soiled after her many trips behind the crates," she quipped. "Besides, I never wear them. I told you I have no use for them."

She watched Caron's face contort first with disgust at the mention of Trissa's many trips behind the crates and then with delight at the mention of no panties. "Riiiiiight! I forgot about that, you naughty girl!"

Shiloh giggled. "Anything else interesting?"

"Not really." He shook his head and released her from his embrace. 

She slowly ran her hand down his chest. "Do you think we could spend some alone time together tomorrow? Perhaps you could help me with one of my lessons? I have to learn stealth. I tried to sneak around the harbor yesterday and some scoundrel caught me and stole what little money I had," she pouted as she batted her lashes at him.

A dark scowl crossed his face. "Someone stole from you? Who? Where were you?"

"It was in a dark alley to the north of the Isle of Men. Chella gave me four gold pieces yesterday afternoon and now it's all gone. He stole it from me." Tears welled in her eyes and blinked them back while looking up at him quite miserably.

"I'll get your money back, sweetie. Never fear, Caron will take care of it," he brushed her tears away.

Shiloh nodded up at him. "And what about the alone time together?" she persisted.

"I really want to."

She flashed a watery smile up at him. "I'll remember that. I'll ask you again tomorrow."

"You do that. So, do you have any news concerning your lessons?"

"Not yet. I have only just begun to work on them. I'll tell you about it later. I should really go now. Thank you for being here for me. I really needed a shoulder to cry on."

"Mine are always here at your command."

Shiloh planted a soft kiss on his cheek then turned to walk away. She smiled at Nelina and looked back over her shoulder at Caron, winking at him.

"Did I tell you that you look beautiful in that dress?" he called out, turning his attention back to the crates.

She blew him a kiss and bounded down the stairs to the restaurant floor and headed to the door. She skipped along as she left the Bear Pit heading up to Master Gaston's Tailor Shop. It only took her minutes to reach her destination. She opened the door and stepped into the immaculate shop. She straightened her back and put on an air of importance about herself.

"Good day, my good sir," Shiloh greeted him rather haughtily.

Gaston raised an eyebrow at her. "What can I do for you?"

"Are you Master Gaston?"

"The one and only."

"Ah, I am looking to purchase a very special outfit. Perhaps you can be of service to me. I have heard so many good things about you that I had to come and see if it all was true. I am Lady Belara, formerly of Dhorn." Shiloh ad-libbed quickly.

"You have come to the right place, M'lady. Feel free to have a look around. Perhaps you will find what you are looking for." Gaston replied as he looked her over from head to toe.

"Oh no, my good man. I am looking for something truly special."

"Oh, and what would that be?" He asked as he cocked an eyebrow once more.

"You may think me silly, but I wish to procure a beggar's outfit!" Shiloh giggled mirthfully.

"What?! Do you mean to insult me?"

"Nay, sir! Never would I do that, my good sir. I told you it was silly, but I need it for a costume ball. It will be the first real bit of entertainment that I have had since I came to this wretched place! It is said that you are the best, good sir. And I simply must have it. We nobles are throwing this ball and wearing costumes to resemble the common folk. Why, my dear Trissa wanted to dress up like a common whore. If you make my costume and the other ladies and their mothers like it, I am sure you will be in for an influx of customers. Surely you are not so busy that you can not see to my needs," Shiloh poured on the charm as thickly as she could, hoping to persuade him.

"And here I thought the Dhorn did not tolerate fancy clothes," Gaston scoffed at her.

"All women love fancy clothes, my good sir, whether our men tolerate it or not. Now will you be able to help me?"

"Hm," Gaston scratched his chin. "I shall require a model to create the costume for you."

"What about me? After all, you'll want it to fit me." She flashed her most winning smile at him and preened before him.

"You? Hm..." He studied her face, turning Shiloh's head to the side and studied her critically, much like a horse dealer would study a horse. "Looking at you more closely, that might actually do, M'lady." 

She waited patiently, allowing him to look her over.

"Tell me again, what sort of costume you require?"

"A beggar's costume," Shiloh replied, as she wrinkled her nose as if she smelled something rather foul. 

"I see. Well, you shall have it then. We shall use only the finest silks and velvets of course."

Shiloh smiled at him while thinking to herself. I hope Chella won't mind silken beggar clothes...

"Regarding my payment. If you do the modeling, you shall receive the first exemplar for free. But I shall keep the patterns and create similar outfits for the other highborn ladies in the city." Gaston replied.

Shiloh pictured all the fine ladies in the city walking around in rags and giggled to herself. "Thank you, my good kind sir. I shall send all the highborn ladies I know to you. Perhaps I can garner you an invitation to our ball. I have heard the Dhorn Governor will be in attendance and has consented to allow us to hold the ball at the castle."

"The castle. Ah, I see. There was a time when invitations to the castle were relished." Gaston pulled out a measuring tape and other accoutrements that he would need. "Now stand still! I shall need to calculate the amount of fabrics."

Shiloh held her hands up and let him do his business. A good amount of time passed while he inspected the curves of her body very thoroughly. 

"Alright, all finished now. It will take me a while to sew the costume. Please return on the morrow and I shall have it ready for you." 

"I shall, thank you, my good sir." Shiloh nodded gracefully and exited the shop with all the haughtiness she could muster.

She waited until she was out of the shop and out of earshot of the tailor to exclaim her joy merrily. She had pulled the act off and had managed to convince him to make her the costume without having to pay for it. She wondered if Chella would be proud of her.

She stopped as she got close to the marketplace and looked over her notes. One of the teachers that Master Nathan had assigned to her was in the marketplace...a trader named Yance. She smiled and decided to try to find him. Stopping at the first merchant she saw, she flashed a bright smile.

"Can you help me?" She asked the blond haired man standing before a stand of what looked like vials of dye. 

"Yes, lovely girl, what can I do for you?"

"I am new to the city and I was instructed to come to the marketplace. I am to ask for a Master Yance. Could you direct me to him, please? My mistress will be quite unhappy if I do not bring her what she wishes."

"Yance? Oh...let me see...ah yes...he is the dark haired vegetable merchant back there near the canal channel," he replied, motioning to the next row behind him.

Shiloh curtsied before him. "Thank you, kind sir." She dashed away, heading for Yance's booth. 

Shiloh approached him, a smile plastered to her face. "Greetings. Are you Master Yance?"

"That I am, yes. And who wants to know?" Yance eyed her expectantly.

"I'm Shiloh. Master Nathan told me to look you up. He said you'd teach me something?"

"You?" He eyed her critically.

"Well, yes. Can you tell me what my lesson is about? What kind of business are you in?"

Yance grinned and lowered his voice, motioning for her to step closer to him. "Pick pocketing and thievery. But you have to figure out the basics yourself. If you want to be a really good pickpocket you have to start early. Best at an age of three or four."

Shiloh pulled a face. "I'll think of it next time I'm three years old. Now, can you teach me?"

"You've got experience with putting your fingers where they don't belong?"

"You bet!"

"I'm speaking of pick pocketing, coozie."

"So am I!" Shiloh replied, scowling at him.

"So?"

"I have some basic knowledge of stealing," Shiloh told him, remembering how she and Caron had practiced.

"Very well. Show me. I've got a ring in my pockets. Get it, and it's yours."

Shiloh grinned at him and faded into the bustling crowd heading towards Yance's stall. She sneaked around him and snaked her hand into the pocket he had indicated, trying her hardest not to get caught. She palmed the ring and pulled back from him, slipping it on her finger before reappearing before him. She cleared her voice and he looked up at her.

"I said get my ring from my pocket, girl," he hissed at her with a lowered voice.

She stifled a giggle, holding the ring hand up in front of her mouth, displaying the ring proudly. "It's right here."

He nodded at her. "Good. Keep it."

"Thank you."

He inclined his head at her. "The problem you'll face when you're sent on a thievery mission is that most people won't be amused to find your fingers in their pockets. If you're caught, run away, hide behind a corner, and try again. Sometimes you may also have to steal from somebody who'd attack you on sight. So it's a good idea to learn how to be stealthy. You did a fairly good job of that. You used the crowd of people to your advantage."

Shiloh beamed at him.

"This is Timmy. He works for the family too. He's really good at pick pocketing."

"Hello Timmy!"

Timmy smiled a cute childish smile at Shiloh. "Hello Miss!"

"He just passed his final test. He has placed three different rings on three different people in the city without their knowledge. A copper, a silver, and a steel one. Your task is to bring me these three rings."

"And where will I find these people?"

"The first ring is on a dark skinned sailor at the harbor in South Betancuria. Careful. These guys are rough with pickpockets. For the two other rings, check out #5 Castle Street in Northern Betancuria and #23 Knight's Street in Western Betancuria. Got it all?"

"Yes, I do."

"Good luck then girl."

Shiloh nodded at him and quickly walked away. She didn't relish the thought of going back down to the docks today. Though, she figured she may see Rhys. Perhaps she would try the other two places first. The one on Castle Street was nearby, but she'd never broken into a house before. She wasn't sure she'd know how. Perhaps she should ask Caron to show her more about picking locks. Yes, that was a definite!

She headed back through the marketplace and noticed the sign for Hatori's Tea Shop. Master Nathan had told her to go there for a fighting lesson, though she couldn't figure out why he'd send her to a tea shop for that. She shrugged her shoulders and headed for the door. Then she looked down at what she was wearing. She knew she couldn't learn to fight in Chella's daughter's dress. It could get damaged and then Chella would get mad at her. Shiloh certainly didn't want that.

So instead, she headed to the harbor, intent on finding Rhys. Perhaps she could talk him into a midday lesson. Or perhaps she could procure the ring she needed from the dark skinned sailor. A bright blush crossed her face as she considered asking Rhys to invite her target along for some fun.

Shiloh came upon Rhys on the western end of the docks, loading some crates into a good sized ship. She sneaked up towards from and crouched near a towering stack. She eyed him intently. His shirt had been removed, leaving bare his chest. She watched his muscles rippling as he lifted and flexed. He was a beautiful sight to behold. She drank the sight of him in quite hungrily and hoped he would have some time for her today. She had immensely enjoyed their lesson the night before and now she wanted more.

Poking her head around the crates, she picked up a small piece of the chipped cobblestone and threw it at him. It hit the back of his shoulder. He winced and turned around, his brow furrowing as he tried to determine where it came from.

Then Shiloh whistled at him and tossed a second fragment at him. He frowned at her as he noticed her. 

Stalking toward her, he grabbed hold of her arm and pulled, nearly dragging, her behind one of the dockhouses. "What do you want?" He pushed her against the brick wall.

"What do you think I want?" Shiloh purred as she ran her hand down his wet chest.

Rhys cracked a smile. "Can't get enough, eh?"

She shook her head and looped her arms around his neck, "Of you? Not nearly enough. You were wonderful. I admit that I haven't been able to think of anything else. Teach me something fun. Please, Rhys."

"I think I have some time to spare. Anything in particular you want?"

Shiloh pressed herself flush against him and whispered her desires in his ear. He pulled back and cocked an eyebrow at her. "I thought I told you to stay away from the others down here until you've learned something."

"I know, but Rhys, I can't help it. I heard two women talking about that...at the beauty parlor, about bedding two men at once. I was curious. Is that bad? Plus he is quite attractive."

"If it is what you desire, I'll see what I can do. Go ahead to the dockhouse. Use the back entrance and try not to be seen by the Dhorn Patrol," Rhys ordered as he peeled her off of his body. He walked away, whistling. He quickly finished loading the crates and whistled to the dark skinned sailor who was nearby. He motioned in the direction of the dockhouse. The other man cocked an eyebrow, but followed Rhys anyway.

"This had better be good," The dark one stated as a scowl graced his face.

"It is. There's a hot little piece in the dockhouse who wants to fuck you. She's new, very tight, and more than willing to please," Rhys embellished as he headed to the dockhouse. "Coming?"

The dark one guffawed and hustled to the door, "I will be!!"

O.O



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 05



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Afternoon Delight

The two men entered the dockhouse laughing. Rhys spied Shiloh sitting on a crate, looking as sweet and innocent as could be. Yet he could feel the undercurrents of her desire radiating from her, filling the large room with the musky scent of her passion. She seemed to know what she wanted and seemed more than eager to please. She flashed them a sweet smile and beckoned them towards her. 

They hastened to her side, each reaching out to help her down from the crate. Shiloh immediately went down on her knees before the dark one. She tried to control her shaky fingers as she unlaced the drawstrings on his pants. Once loosened she shoved them down to his knees, and fisted the swollen black cock with both hands. It was quite large. She licked her lips in anticipation.

"Don't be shy now, honey," Rhys knelt behind her and raised her dress up, bunching it around her waist. "You wanted Ashur, now show him."

A groan escaped her lips. She did want this, but moreover she wanted that shiny copper ring she noticed he wore on his right hand. Shiloh adjusted her hold on the silken heat of Ashur's cock and urged the smooth head to her lips. Ashur grabbed hold of her head, moaning and entwining his fingers through her blond tresses. Shiloh spared him a brief glance, but returned her full attention to the thing of beauty in her mouth. 

She slid her hand to the base, and her fist brushed the bare, slightly stubbly skin of Ashur's groin. Shiloh laved the head of Ashur's cock with her tongue, tickling the spot just underneath the head. Keeping her mouth wet, she slid her lips and tongue down the shaft, urging Ashur's hips closer to her mouth by squeezing a firm ass cheek with her other hand. She lapped at her palm, and then closed it and her fingers over the head of Ashur's cock, holding it up so she could nuzzle the hairless balls beneath. She ran her wet tongue over the wrinkled skin, sucking one then the other sphere into her mouth. 

"Suck it, honey," Ashur moaned, gripping her head again. 

A string of words spilled from Ashur's mouth, none of them coherent. The tone, however, sounded like cursing. So Shiloh figured by that, and by the way Ashur's hips kept rolling for her, that she was doing all right. 

"Ah," Ashur moaned, his hips rolling easily under Shiloh's guidance.

Shiloh hummed and wetly sucked her way back to the tip. She decided to stop teasing. She felt herself growing wetter by the second. So she set to sucking, up and down, slurping, letting Ashur hear it, and letting her tongue rasp the sensitive skin. She cupped her free hand around those hairless balls and rolled them, pulled them, experimenting gently to see just how much Ashur liked what she was doing. He seemed to like it all. The cursing continued, and his hips started to snap, groin pressing against the hand Shiloh had clasped around the base of his cock. 

"Oh, Gods, going to ..." 

Shiloh growled, loving the low rasp in Ashur's voice. She spat on her hand and jerked Ashur's throbbing cock. That was it. Ashur cried out, hips twitching violently. Everything squeezed, and warm cum shot out into Shiloh's slurping mouth. She hastily licked him clean, savoring the pungent flavor of his release. 

Ashur hissed, and Shiloh released him, a smile on her face as she licked her lips once again.

"Damn..." he moaned and staggered backwards. He leaned against a crate and caught his breath. "She does know what she's doing. That was fucking unbelievable."

"My pleasure," Shiloh giggled as Rhys pulled her dress up over her head. She hadn't forgotten about him being behind her. She enjoyed the feel of his warmth pressed so intimately against her back. 

Ashur dropped to his knees before her, staring at her more than ample chest. "Holy fucking shit..." he groaned as he began to fondle each of her breasts. The firm round globes filled his large hands. He stroked and rubbed them, plucking her ever elongating nipples. A groan escaped her lips.

"What do I owe ya, little slut?" Ashur asked, his eyes boring into hers. 

She leaned back against Rhys, her bottom bumping the large bulge in his pants. She playfully rocked her hips, rubbing her ass cheeks over the hardened piece. "I seek no gold. Perhaps a pretty bauble will satisfy me."

Ashur frowned at her, raising an eyebrow. He followed her eyes to the ring on his finger. Then he nodded. "Will this satisfy?" He removed the ring from his finger and placed it on hers.

"Quite nicely," she purred as she ran her hands all over his creamy chocolate brown flesh and gazed deeply into his cocoa eyes. "Though I believe I'm not through with you yet."

Her voice began to tremble slightly. She knew what she wanted to ask for. The imp inside her coaxed her to be bold and blunt, clearly stating her true desires. She sucked in a deep breath and captured his cock in her hands.

"What is it you want, little slut?" Ashur moaned heartily, enjoying her soft hands on his cock. It hadn't taken much to bring it back to full aching hardness. 

"I want you to fuck me with this. I want both of you to fill me so full of cock that...." she trailed off as she wasn't sure how to finish her thoughts on what she desired. She knew she wanted to feel Rhys's cock inside her again. He had felt so incredible before. She wasn't sure how they would accomplish what she wanted, though. They wouldn't both fit inside her pussy. 

Rhys opened the front of his pants and pressed his engorged monster between her ass cheeks, sliding it up and down along the channel. She whimpered as his heat seared her sensitive flesh. Meanwhile Ashur dipped his fingers into her steamy juncture and parted her dripping nether lips. He located her clit, rubbing it until it swelled beneath his finger, poking out from its hood. Shiloh writhed against Rhys as he pressed his cock against her tiny puckered hole. Then he fisted his cock and slid it between her legs, slicking the head with her copious juices. She let out a moan and widened her stance. 

Ashur's fingers delved into her snatch as Rhys dragged his cock back to her ass. Ashur thrust two into her, feeling her tightness give a little. Her wet walls sucked at him, contracting around him. She moaned aloud, her head falling back against Rhys's shoulder. "Please," Shiloh heard herself beg. 

"Soon enough, little slut." 

"By the Gods ... Aaghh!" She cried out, back arching as Ashur's fingers sank in deeper. 

"You like that, little slut." It was a pleased observation. 

"Yes. More. Please." 

A third finger joined the second. "You're tight, but you're fucking wet!" 

Shiloh couldn't answer, too caught up in the feel of fingers and cock. God, but she wanted more! The stretch, the burn, it was wonderful, and Ashur had blessedly long fingers that would soon find -- She cried out again, writhing as Ashur found her hidden sweet spot. Two fingers, maybe three, sank in and pulled out and sank in again, and Shiloh ground down to meet them. She wanted more.

Rhys pressed his fingers against her tight back entrance, testing the clenched crinkled orifice. Shiloh jerked and moaned, hands reflexively clutching Ashur's wide shoulders

"Relax," Rhys murmured, breath hot on her temple. "It won't hurt if you relax." 

The sailor's talented fingers dipped even farther to finger her channel. Shiloh tilted her head up to press her lips to Ashur's. Ashur kissed her back, sucking in her tongue as Rhys pulled his finger back and eased the tip of one finger inside her bottom. 

Shiloh flinched and probably would have pulled away if she hadn't been held by both of them so firmly. The finger pushed further into her bottom while Ashur hooked his fingers over her sweet spot. Shiloh tried to decide if she liked it. She pondered the sensation then decided that she didn't not like it. Rhys pulled out the one finger and pressed in again with two this time. Shiloh yelped and squirmed. Ashur continued to kiss her, sucking her tongue into his mouth while Rhys scissored his fingers a bit inside her. Ashur mimicked the same motion inside her blossoming pussy, causing her to cry out.

She got used to two fingers. 

Rhys pressed in three fingers.

She groaned at the less than pleasant tightness. This, she didn't like so much. 

Both Rhys and Ashur pressed deeper, and the pressure hit something brutally exciting inside her. Her already dripping wet pussy ached for something more....what that was she didn't know. "Gods!" Her head fell back, and she writhed against Rhys. 

"Ready for us both?" Rhys murmured into her neck. 

"Rhys," Shiloh shuddered as both sets of those fingers pumped a little harder. "I really need......." 

"Mmm. I know, sweet thing." 

Shiloh moaned. Fingers pulled out. She groaned, clutching at Ashur, digging her sharp nails into the meat of his shoulder. Ashur hissed and aimed his cock towards her dripping slit. He pushed himself up inside of her, groaning as her heat engulfed him. He pulled her up onto his cock, firmly seating himself clear to the hilt. Shiloh moaned as he filled her up. She felt her tight wet walls stretch. They sucked at his length. Then he thrust, jerking and rocking his hips, spearing her, impaling her. Her lower lips tightened around his base as she squeezed her inner muscles tight. Ashur gripped her hips with his large hands and let loose a mighty groan. She felt so fucking unbelievable. Most whores that frequented the docks were dirty and used up, but not this new one. At least not yet....

Shiloh moaned as she felt the blunt head of Rhys's cock smear wetness around her puckered hole, then he centered it. And pushed. She hissed at the unexpected feeling, quite different from the fingers. She sucked in her breath, not sure if she felt pain or pleasure. 

"Relax," Teeth nipped her shoulder. Another gentle push. 

She actually felt the head pop in and let out a scream. It hurt...immensely. Tears welled up in her eyes. A second scream tore from her lips. She jerked her hips and pushed against Ashur's chest, but he held her firm, still thrusting into her pussy. Without a word, Rhys reached around and wrapped his hand around Shiloh's chest. 

His hands cupped both her breasts, gently playing with her taut nipples. He whispered sweet words to her, hoping to convince her to relax. She groaned, sagging against Ashur's chest. 

Rhys pushed in just a little farther. The cock, much thicker than the fingers, rubbed against the wall separating his cock from her pussy filled up with Ashur's meaty shaft. She squirmed with the intense yet frightening feeling of being stuffed full. It burned like the fires of the hells, but there was something delightfully naughty about it. She rocked her hips tentatively as she began to adjust to the new sensation.

"See?" 

Shiloh couldn't answer, far too interested in the dual assault on her ass and pussy. She pressed her face into Ashur's neck. By the Gods! Rhys pulled mostly out, then pressed back in again.

Shiloh concentrated on breathing, adjusting to the riot of sensations that held her pliant between the dueling cocks of Rhys and Ashur. They were being very careful with her, she could tell. One thrust in as the other withdraw, alternating filling her up. Rhys took his time, easing himself into and out of Shiloh's body, all the while plucking her nipples. 

She turned her face away from Ashur's chest and moaned over her shoulder. "Rhys." 

Rhys halted with a sexy little groan. "Hmmm?" 

"Please." 

"Please?" 

"I want ..." 

"Yeah?" 

"More." 

Rhys's hand sharply pulled on the taut buds, finally elongating them as far as they would go. A shuddering groan ripped from Shiloh. 

"Anything you say, honey." Rhys pulled back and shoved forward with more force. 

Shiloh screamed from the pleasure/pain, clutching at Ashur. She ground her pubic bone against his, feeling her clit mash against it. She cried out. Her body, stretched and throbbing, now felt only the agonizing pleasure of the double invasion.

Rhys growled, fingers digging into Shiloh's hips. "Oh, yeah."

Shiloh's only answer was pitiful little pants and moans. She pushed down, impaling herself on both men's cocks. 

Back. Forth. Back. Forth. Gasping, moaning. She writhed uncontrollably between them. Tears stained her face.

Behind her, Rhys's body strained, pumping into Shiloh's ass, his breath coming in heavy pants while sweat broke out on Ashur's brow. He grunted loudly and pumped into her more forcefully, spearing her pussy ever more intensely.

Pure glorious pleasure erupted between the three lovers. 

Sweet Heavenly Gods! This was it! 

Shiloh exploded around Ashur's cock, screaming out her release. Her pussy clutched Ashur's cock, and the sweet, hard ramming of his meaty cock scraped that sensitive spot inside her. The feeling was so intense, she exploded again. 

"Ashur!" she cried. 

"Fuck yeah!" Rhys groaned, slamming home then pulling out completely, erupting in a torrent of cum all over Shiloh's back. Ashur released a bellow and jerked his hips even harder. His cock pummeled her pussy. Pounding her relentlessly as his balls tightened and erupted. He pulled out and jacked his cock, spurting his seed all over her large breasts and belly.

Ashur slumped back, lying down upon the cool surface of the dockhouse floor. He fought to catch his breath. "Holy fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" 

The rasping expletives filled the dockhouse along with the scent of musk and cooling seed that permeated Shiloh's nostrils. She sank to the floor as well, her breasts scraping the cold stone floor. She let out a groan, her body trembling. Rhys collapsed upon her, covering her body with his larger one. His fingers snaked around her hips and delved into the depths of her wetness. He sought out her clit and centered his attention on it. He attacked it with a delicious gusto, finding the mass of nerves on the swollen nub. Shiloh shuddered and cried out. The sensitive bud surged, poking out further from within its protective hood. He manipulated it skillfully. She shook helplessly beneath him, her soft coos of bliss turning into screams of torturous pleasure. 

Then he rolled her onto her back, and pushed her thighs wide apart. Crawling between them, he guided his engorged cock into her pussy, pushing into her with one mighty thrust. He took hold of her hands, pulled them above her head, and braced them with his own. He hovered above her, connected only by his cock within her, watching until she looked up at him. Grinning, Rhys pulled out and thrust back. She groaned. He did it again, and she shuddered from the deep impact. Her eyes drifted closed as he found a rhythm. She followed suit, arching, twisting, clutching. Oh, yes, clutching! And sucking! She concentrated on that. The stretching of her inner walls still hurt some -- he was big, after all! -- but the pain wasn't enough to detract from the pleasure. 

He growled, and she opened her eyes to a glorious sight. Framed by that curly blond hair, his face was contorted in sheer pleasure. His belly contracted as his hips worked. Looking down, she could even glimpse that engorged rod, wet with her cream, as it dipped in and out of her channel.

It was all far too much! 

"Ah!" she cried, riding the orgasm. She was beginning to recognize the sensation. That implosion deep inside that caused her entire body to tense and writhe. 

Shiloh lay limp on the floor, trying desperately to catch her breath. Rhys was poised above her, breathing deeply but not quite heavily. She peered up at him through a sweaty haze. He was a treat to look upon. She had been fortunate that it had been he who had propositioned her yesterday afternoon. Though, she was sure she would've found an equally satisfying meeting with Ashur...if he would have consented to be her teacher.

Rhys smiled, a dark, possessive expression that curled her toes. She drew in a startled breath when he slowly pulled back his hips, withdrawing the cock that was still huge within her. Her heart skipped a beat. Wasn't there something missing? She knew the rudiments of sex. How in the name of the Gods was he still that hard after two intense orgasms? What did it mean that he was still erect? She glanced down the length of his body at his cock, opened her mouth to ask, but stayed her words. 

He noticed and smiled. "Yes?" 

She looked up at him, instantly lost in the azure pools of his gaze. 

"Ask." He pushed himself back onto his haunches.

"Did you ... finish?" she asked, unsure she'd used the correct words

But he understood, smiling his amusement. Leaning back, braced upon muscular legs, he idly traced his fingers over the shaft of his cock. "You mean did I come? No, honey." 

Her eyes were riveted on the long organ, fascinated by the bunch and pull of loose skin, the domed head when it was revealed. "Did I do something wrong?" 

"No, honey, you did nothing wrong. I am simply not through with you yet, little slut."

Shiloh's brow furrowed at him. She didn't like being called that. Rhys smirked and caressed her tenderly. She glanced back at his cock. His big hand surrounded the gleaming shaft. She licked her lips. 

He chuckled. "Do you have more questions? Or ..." He leaned into her, breathing softly at her temple as she continued to stare at his cock. "... would you like to fuck again?" 

He released his cock and reached down his body to grasp her hand. She watched in wonder as he folded her hands around his hot organ, amazed that something she couldn't even encompass with her fingers had actually fit within an opening of her body. And said opening, while admittedly sore, pulsed with a need to be filled once again. She giggled, smoothing her thumb over the head of his cock to smear the liquid. His groan made her squirm. 

Impulsively, she squeezed, gratified to cause a shudder to race through his body. He groaned. His hand left hers, and she paused. "Keep doing that, honey," he demanded softly, his hands now burrowing in her hair to turn her lips to his.

Assaulted by his kiss, she could barely remember her name, let alone how to move her hand. But he pulled back and again demanded, "Don't stop." 

Obedient, she squeezed, and he groaned. The sign that she pleased him encouraged her. She caressed his shaft as he again plundered her mouth, his long tongue twining with hers, coaxing her tongue to foray into his mouth, as well.

At length, with a growl, he pulled from her. He grasped her hips and swung her up until he dropped her across his lap, her legs to either side of his. Bursting with need of her, he placed one big hand across her buttocks and slid her forward until her hips were locked to his, her lower lips caressing the shaft she'd been forced to release. She moaned, instinctively rocking her hips to bring his hardness in contact with that little nub of nerves.

"That's it," He took possession of her mouth again, fisting a hand in the hair at her nape while sliding the other down her back to grip her ass. 

They came up for air, barely. The only distance he'd allow between their mouths was hardly enough for air to escape their panting lungs. The hand left her hair to grip her hips. Again he lifted her. "Honey, reach down and guide me inside you."

Shuddering, she braced one hand on his shoulder, then obeyed. His cock was wet with both her juices and his own. As he lifted her, she placed him. He let her slip down just enough to lodge him snugly inside her. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 05



"Grip me with your thighs and take as much as you're able."

Biting her lip, she nodded, concentrating on the sweet ache as he filled her. She reached her limit at last.

"Lean back and brace your hands on my legs."

She did. Bent back, the position gave him better ability to control how far down she went. She let him have her weight, sighing as he lifted and lowered her on another forever slide. 

"Ah!" She gripped him with her thighs, which tightened her channel around him. Both of them cried out at the added friction. 

"Ride me, Shiloh." She was surprised when he called her by name.

Shiloh rocked her hips. Oh, that felt so good! She shut her eyes, throwing her head back, and did her best to move. Awkward at first, she finally got the rhythm. Rolling her hips with his help, she found places to aim his cock that felt positively exquisite! 

Holding her to make sure she didn't hurt herself, Rhys nonetheless let her weight bring her down farther than before. How did such a tiny thing as Shiloh take so much?! All of her curves were sleek with sweat, her body completely open to him as she leaned back. Her luscious breasts bobbed to her rhythm; her long hair caressed his thighs and calves. The ass in his hands flexed, helping those muscles inside her squeeze the life out of his cock.

He felt her impending orgasm and knew he had to let himself go this time. He pumped up her rhythm, adding a roll from his own hips. She stiffened. Screamed. Nails dug into his thighs. Pulsing lust washed over him. He followed her over the abyss and lost himself in her sweet, warm depths. 

"BY THE HELLS!" He reared up, and she chanced a glance at him, just to watch him, his eyes closed, his face tight in concentration. He caught a firm grip of her hips and set the motion, almost fucking himself using her body. And she was a more than willing tool. She spread her thighs wider and pushed down, furiously matching his rhythm. 

She erupted with a scream, and he growled, fucking her through her convulsions so that the orgasm never quite ended. She cried and clutched and moaned, quite sure she was in agony but feeling nothing but ecstasy! 

When she could almost take no more, he came HARD, filling her with wet warmth. 

He wasn't finished quite yet. Propelling her to the floor with a push, he fell atop her. She shuddered, the wash of pleasure a surprise after such a great release. He lapped and nipped at every inch of her front, down to the cleft of her pussy. She writhed when he bit her clit, groaned when he slapped her ass.

Why did that feel good? 

She buried her face in her hands. Yelped when he fell heavily upon her so that he was cradled between her thighs. He coaxed her thighs apart, spreading her, and then guided his cock back inside her. Again he drove her until she sobbed with release. He fucked her until they both screamed in a heart stopping orgasmic explosion that left them both shaken and exhausted.

The sounds of clapping filled their ears as their heavy breathing receded to normal. Ashur grinned. "Has she killed you yet, old man?"

"Fuck you!" Rhys retorted, fondling her large breasts. Shiloh whimpered. She never knew sex could be like....this.

"Honey...." Ashur purred, wagging rock hard cock at her. "Suck it!"

She crawled across the floor on her hands and knees, immediately obeying him. His half-lidded eyes burned. "Yes. Lick your lips, and take as much as you can into your mouth."

Quickly, she did as he commanded. She had to get up on her knees. She took the long column of hard muscle into both hands, barely able to span the width with just one. Expanding her lips wide, she slid the head into her mouth. 

"Mmmm," she hummed, finding his taste delicious. The width of him was difficult to manage, but the musky droplets of pre-cum that oozed from the tip and the pungent remains of her pussy enticed her further. She'd done this for him once. She could do it again. 

He groaned, and she chanced a quick glance up to find his eyes shut, head dipped back. What a sight! The wide, long landscape of his belly and chest shone in the torchlight. She drew him out and lapped at the pleasing taste just under the plum head. He bucked, breathe catching.

Experimentally, she did it again, delighted when he squirmed, clutching her hair. Wetting her tongue, she traced the entire head, squeezing the shaft with her hands. 

"Yes." His hands found hers to show her how to squeeze. How to slide up and down. When and where to apply pressure. She learned her lesson, all the while keeping the tip of his cock wet with her tongue.

"Gods! Honey, suck it. Suck it hard!"

She obeyed, her cheeks caving in. She gagged when he abruptly thrust hard, but recovered quickly. She used her hands, realizing that she needed to make a pussy of her hands and mouth to give him full enjoyment. 

By the hells! 

He yanked her head back with one hand, using the other atop her fingers to pump his seed from his cock. She watched, bewildered, her tongue caught between her teeth, and he came harder just at that sight. Roughly, he yanked her mouth to his, fucking it with his tongue the way he'd just fucked it with his cock. Until he was drained. And she was drenched with his seed. "Now that's a pretty sight..."

Shiloh sank to the ground. "By the Gods! No more!" 

Rhys guffawed. "We wore our little slut out."

"The fuck you say! She needs my dick in her ass," Ashur smirked and grabbed her up. When he placed her on all fours, Shiloh complied readily enough sticking her ass in the air, even got up on her knees, spreading them. She figured he was going to need room to work with that thing. He coaxed his semi-hard pole up and down the soaked cleft from her clit to the top of her crack. Shiloh moaned. She closed her eyes and waited. She was sore from both their big cocks and wasn't sure how much more she could take before they split her in half. 

Her pussy juices coated the tip of his cock. He fisted and jacked it a few times to bring it back to full hardness, spreading her wetness down the length of his shaft. Then he spit onto her crinkled hole. He changed his mode of attack. His two large hands took a good hold of the cheeks of her ass, squeezing, massaging. Shiloh had to groan. The hands parted her ass. She yelped when a tongue stabbed her. She let out a heated moan, glancing back over her shoulder at the man grinning down at her. 

"You like that, cunt?" Ashur growled.

Shiloh moaned in response. She shook in anticipation. 

Ashur swiped his fingers down Shiloh's crease, then back up. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you. You want my cock, little slut?"

"Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..." Shiloh hissed.

Chuckling softly, Ashur teased her hole with the tip of one finger before slowly sinking it in to the first knuckle.

Shiloh winced as the finger invaded her. She hadn't quite yet gotten used to the feeling of something being in her bottom.

"Relax, bitch," Ashur growled, as he ran his hand over the taut globes of her ass cheeks. He twisted his finger, pulling out a little before pushing farther back in. "So hot and tight. Just the way I like it." 

Shiloh's eyes fell shut; her breathing hitched. A second joined the first. It burned; it was kind of uncomfortable. But it was kind of hot. She shuddered. Ashur laughed, low and evil. He leaned in against her cheeks, bringing one hand down sharply to smack her. "Do you like that, slut?" 

She let out a protesting cry. Her bottom still smarted from the last spanking Vico had given her. Ashur ignored it, and popped a second finger in, pushing in to the knuckle. The fingers started pumping slowly in and out, scissoring over each other, stretching her tiny backside tunnel. "I'm going to fuck your ass, slut!"

Blunt pressure on her tight anal hole made Shiloh squeeze her eyes shut. 

"Breathe and relax. Push back." 

She sucked in air and let it out with a shudder. 

Ashur pushed in. 

Shiloh gasped at the burn. The prior ass fucking had prepared her, but those particular muscles had been tight for too many years to give too easily. It didn't really hurt, not really, but it was still something to get used to. 

Ashur's hand slid over her cheek. "So fucking tight," he growled, fingernails digging into the meat of her bottom. He brought his hand back to her cheeks once more, slapping the jiggly globe.

Shiloh groaned, taking another deep breath. Ashur flowed with it, pushing in another bit as she exhaled. "Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." 

"That hurt, little bitch?" 

"Yeah..." 

"Good!" 

"Aahhhh....." 

"Want more?" 

Another breath, another inch. She nodded her head as she bit her lip. "Uh-huh..."

They worked together until Ashur was in, fully seated inside Shiloh's ass. She let out a loud whimper. Gods, it hurt! He slapped the side of her ass, and she felt her own hole clutching Ashur's cock. Fingers bit into Shiloh's hips as Ashur thrust in earnest. Little explosions of pleasure erupted within Shiloh, making her jump, making her writhe, causing her to scream as Ashur leaned in, and pounded her. 

Ashur's cock was sliding easy now, and the burn of penetration had Shiloh's entire lower half aflame. There was too much sensation, too much to feel.

When Ashur's hand reached around to play with Shiloh's clit, it was too much, period. Two teasing swipes over it and Shiloh orgasmed, screaming. 

Ashur bit out a "Holy fucking hells!" pumping jerkily into Shiloh as he came as well. 

When her trembling limbs buckled, Shiloh fell forward in a heap. Ashur, braced against her, fell on top of her. The fall to the stone floor pushed him into her one final time. Her walls engulfed him, setting off a spasm they both felt. 

She groaned as he pulled out and rolled away from her. "No more...no more..." she begged. Rhys picked her up within his arms, causing another whimper. "I can't...."

"No need to worry, honey," he stroked her body, soothing her tenderly. "You're learning fast."

She cracked an exhausted grin. "Thank you."

"My pleasure, sweet thing." He kissed her then set her on her feet. It was then she noticed that he was fully dressed. "I need to get back to work. Shall I look for you tomorrow?"

"I'd like that, Rhys." He handed her dress to her and helped slide it back over her head. She smiled and noticed that Ashur had pulled his pants back on. They both sandwiched her between their bodies. Ashur nipped one of her ears while Rhys cupped her breasts. 

"I'll be looking for you, little girl," Ashur turned her around to face him and possessively planted a hard kiss on her mouth. Then he let her go and walked away.

Rhys stepped away from her as well. Desire still loomed his eyes. And damn if she didn't notice a bulge in his pants again. "You'd better go, Rhys. I'm too sore to take you again."

"Are you sure?" Mirth twinkled in his eyes. She nodded. A wide smile crossed his face. "I could show you something else?"

Shiloh groaned. He took hold of her hand and led her to the very back of the dockhouse where he moved aside a few crates and uncovered a hidden trap door.

He quickly opened it and climbed down into it, beckoning her to follow. She did, cautiously. She wasn't sure where this was headed. Fear gripped her and she stopped moving down the rings of the ladder. What did he have in mind?

He tugged on her foot. "Come on...there's no reason to be scared. I won't hurt you," he coaxed as if he had read her mind.

She sucked in a deep breath, marshalling her courage, and descended the remaining rings. She looked around, finding herself in a dark corridor.

"Follow me," he said as he cupped her hand in his and started walking. The corridor was long and dark, but Rhys seemed to know where he was going. Shiloh could hear the occasional squeak and scuttle of a rat. A shiver coursed through her. She didn't like rats.

Rhys halted at another ladder and quickly began to ascend it. He urged her to follow as he pushed up on another trap door. When she had finally reached the top, she realized she was in an extremely dark room. It felt cold and reeked of.....death? She flinched and turned to flee, but Rhys quickly caught her.

"Rhys..." she called out, her voice trembling. He dragged her out of the small room and into a larger main room where he lit a torch on the wall.

"Relax," he growled as the light revealed what looked to have once been a tavern room. 

"Where are we?"

"Inside The Wildcat," Rhys replied and quickly tore down a few of the cobwebs that had gathered. He led her to a set of stairs and quickly climbed them to the upper floor. Broken furniture and pools of dried blood littered the carpeting. "The Dhorn killed everyone when they raided this place. It was once one of the busiest whorehouses in the city." 

He opened a door that led into a lavishly decorated bedroom. He lit the sconces on the wall with a tindertwig he pulled from his pocket. It further illuminated the room. A large bed with red coverings filled the center of the room while a large nude statue of a voluptuous woman stood above a fairly good sized bathing pool. Long red velvet covered benches flanked the remaining side walls. Her mouth dropped in astonishment. She never knew such places existed.

"If you need to wash up before you go about your business, this is a good place to do so." Rhys stated and began to work the levers that filled the bath's basin with warm water. "It may help with the soreness."

His concern astounded her. Why would a sailor of all people care about her soreness? The thought puzzled her. She pulled off her dress and tested the water. She had to admit it felt heavenly. She climbed the marble stairs and stepped into the pool was large enough for her to lie down in and deep enough that the water could cover her completely once full. 

The warmth of the water sank into her skin and she moaned. It felt so wonderful. She smiled at Rhys. "Join me?"

"Nah," he declined. "You enjoy yourself, honey."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why bring me here? Why the concern that I bathe? Why do you care?" Shiloh asked as she dipped warm water over her breasts. 

Rhys cracked a smile. "I thought this would be a perfect place for future meetings, honey. Don't you agree?"

"Point."

He gazed upon her thoughtfully and let loose a ragged sigh. "I know who you are, Princess."

Shiloh gasped. Her eyes grew wider and she struggled to stand up.

"Relax, honey. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to protect you." Rhys stated as he sat down on the wall of the bath. "I didn't plan on revealing myself so soon to you."

"Who are you?" She relaxed a little but her heart was still pounding frantically. Part of her told her to run while the other part cautioned her that she wouldn't make it to the door before he pounced upon her. "What do you want?"

"As you well know, appearances can be deceiving. I'm not a sailor. My name is Rhys Sinclaire. I am with a group of....spies....from Illeria working against the Dhorn. We've been interested in what has been going on here in Betancuria for the past several months. We have people within the ranks of the Dhorn. We know what occurred at the castle. We know how you survived and where you've been hiding. Don't worry, Princess. We won't turn you over to the Dhorn. I am here to protect you."

Shiloh stared at him, shocked at what he had just revealed to her. Several emotions flashed across her face. Fear, betrayal, and uncertainty. Rhys stripped his clothes off and joined her in the bath. She flinched as he reached for her.

"Don't be afraid, honey. If I wanted to kill you, I'd have done that already." He wrapped his muscles arms around her body. "It surprised me when I noticed you on the docks yesterday. I asked myself why the royal princess who is supposed to be dead is pandering herself down here. I couldn't allow anyone else to approach you. Don't worry about Ashur. He's working for the same people I am. I will warn you now. There is a Dhorn Agent moonlighting as a sailor down here. I haven't figured out who it is yet, though. That is why it is important you stay away from anyone suspicious."

Shiloh nodded, her body still trembling. His news had shocked her tremendously. She hadn't expected that he would know who she was. "You know where I've been hiding? How?"

"One of our men is working for the same people you are. I also know you are in training. You have a lot to learn, honey. Your boss would not be happy if he knew what you were up to down here. You are not a whore. You are so much better than that."

Tears welled up in her eyes and began to fall down her cheeks. She rested her head against his shoulders.

"Who raped you, honey?" Rhys asked, softly stroking her back.

"Vico."

"That son of a bitch. It figures."

"You know Vico?"

"Not personally, but I know who he is."

"He rescued me the night the Dhorn stormed the castle. If not for him, I'd be dead." Shiloh brushed away her tears. 

"One of our agents was supposed to make sure you escaped, but he fell to the Dhorn. It is good you survived. I will make sure you stay safe from here on out without tipping my hat, so to speak. I want you to be very careful, honey." Rhys gently stroked his hands over her flesh. 

"I will. I have already been warned of the consequences of being discovered by the wrong people. I know not to tell anyone who I am." Shiloh felt utterly safe in his embrace.

"Good, honey." Rhys cracked a smile and reached for a sponge and a bar of sweet smelling soap. He began to wash her all over, paying special attention to her breasts, armpits, and nether regions. Shiloh winced as he ran the sponge over her lower lips. He turned her around and cleansed her bottom rather thoroughly, making sure he got between her cheeks. A red blush stained her face. She never imagined any one washing her as he had just done. She recalled her nanny would bathe her as a child, but it was nothing as intimate as this. Shiloh let out a moan. It felt so good.

Rhys smiled as he watched the pleasure blossom upon her face. Lifting her from the water, he carried her to the bed. He placed her in the middle and knelt above her. His eyes traveled the length of her body. She was incredibly beautiful. He smiled at her, watching as a rosy flush settled upon her skin. He covered her body with his and captured her lips. His kiss was gentle but insistent, his tongue sweeping between her teeth to tangle with hers. He lowered himself so that some of his weight held her down, and she moaned from the overwhelming sensation. She squirmed, but that only made her aware of the hard plane of his chest pressing her breasts and the harder rod of his sex prodding her thigh. His tongue filled her mouth with a heady, intoxicating taste. 

He captured her wrists, sliding his hands up her forearms as he pulled them above her head. "I want you," he breathed into her mouth. He nipped her chin. "Can you take me one more time?" 

His tongue laved at the pulse beneath her jaw. His hands had reached her breasts, fingers molding around them for a firm squeeze. "I'm going to show you something wonderful." 

She moaned, arching into his hands. She couldn't help it. She was drowning in his heated embrace, unable to make clear sense of the riot of sensation surrounding her. His head dipped down to allow his tongue to taste the upper swells of her breasts. His hands kneaded her breasts, pushing them together, plumping them up. She could actually feel his breath tickling the sensitive tips. His tongue traced the edges of her nipples, one then the other. She dug her fingers into the meat of his shoulders, biting her lip to keep from begging. Finally his mouth closed over one nipple, and she cried out at the stab of fire that shot from that delicate point to pool deliciously between her legs.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 05



He sighed, sucking hard as his hands continued to plump the curves of her breasts. He tormented her nipple and turned his head to give similar attention to the other. She tried to swallow her whimpers but was unable to stop her hips from rocking wildly. This heat was already more than anything she'd ever felt before. Surely she'd burn in the Hells for enjoying all that had conspired between herself and Rhys today.

The feel of him drowned her in need, and coherent thought abandoned her. She pressed her breasts against him. His name spilled from her lips. 

He groaned, "Shiloh." 

"Rhys. Please." 

Then suddenly, the world spun as he embraced her. Fingers dug into the heavy fall of her hair and gripped, tipping her head back to accept the bruising pressure of his kiss.

His kiss. Lips of fire, torching her body hotter than before. Mewling, she opened underneath him, her arms clutching his back, fingernails digging into the solid muscles. His tongue tasted better than anything she'd ever tasted, and she eagerly sucked it in, demanding more. Yes, yes, yes! kept repeating in her head. 

She screamed, arching herself when those lips that had just devoured her mouth closed on the sensitive folds between her legs. She had not been aware of when he'd slipped down between her legs, nor did she care. She was wide open to him now, and all that mattered in the world was that his tongue caressed that brutally alive little part of her.

Rhys's breath gusted over her pussy, his palms flat on the inside of her legs just under the juncture to her hips. He pressed her even wider and nuzzled the curls above her opening. His thumbs parted her throbbing folds and he snaked out his tongue to swipe up from her opening to her clit, swirling around the latter.

She screamed. Her body was aflame with pulsing sensation, feeling warmer and more desperate than it ever had before. Rhys feasted on her sweetness, tongue alternately probing and teasing that aching nubbin above it. 

Whimpering helplessly, Shiloh thrashed her head from side to side. She braced her heels on the mattress, the better to shove her hips into Rhys. He rode her, rocking with her, relentless. Wordless cries and mangled begging spilled from her lips. She grabbed at his back and neck, squeezing hard, holding on to him for dear life as her world exploded. Bright stars detonated in her head, surging up from her chest, making every muscle in her body clench. She screamed at him to stop, but he would not, torturing her through her climax. 

She collapsed on the bed, panting, eyes closed as she tried to recover. She cried out softly when Rhys manhandled her hips. She managed to get her eyes open as he cupped his hands beneath her ass, pulling her closer. When she saw that his cock was again erect and full, the exhaustion from her climax drained away. Eagerly, she smiled at him, inviting him to do as he pleased with her.

He sat back, and she willingly draped one leg over his elbow. He pulled the other straight against his chest so that her calf rode his shoulder.

"Shiloh," he breathed, reaching down to nudge her slit with his cock.

Her head fell back at the sheer joy of feeling him where she wanted him. His attentions had primed her, but the very notion that she was about to have him again made her skin sizzle. Her hips rocked. "Rhys, please." 

"Yes." He surged inside in one long thrust, and she gasped at the sheer white-hot lightning that shot from her pussy to her brain. Rhys froze above her, head thrown back, a groan torn from his chest. "Gods, Shiloh!" 

"Rhys!" 

Slowly, he rocked his hips, dragging that gorgeous, thick rod through her cunt. She bore down on him, anxious to feel the friction of every bit of his length. He tried to stay slow, pulling out and pushing in with frustrating calm. She tried to match him, wanting to draw out the agonizing pleasure as much as he. But their bodies wouldn't obey for long. Gritting his teeth, he let her leg fall from his shoulder and leaned in. 

She gasped, the new position allowing him to rub more firmly against the sweet spot just inside of her. Soon, he had to unhook her other leg from his elbow and shift his legs out from under them so that he could lean farther forward. When he was in reach, she clutched his shoulders, then his neck, drawing him down until he was flush atop her, a most welcome weight. 

"Fuck me," she whispered against his lips.

He groaned, "By the hells, honey." 

His body took over, disallowing any more slowness. He shoved into her, and she pushed up to meet him with force. Lips hovering close, breath mingling, their bodies rocked in perfect harmony, each move of one spurring the pleasure of the other.

"Rhys!" she cried. "I'm...oh, Gods!" She screamed as her flesh again contracted, forcing her to shaking stillness as her wet walls gripped him.

He groaned, pushing into her, fucking her through the stillness of her shaking climax. Before she collapsed, he screamed through his teeth, thrusting raggedly as he poured into her body. He pulled out, panting heavily.

But he wasn't through with her yet. His cock refused to go soft. He slowly rocked his hips, dragging that hard length across that painfully swollen spot of sensation between her legs. "I can't get enough of you, honey." 

She cried out, arching. Her head flung to the side. She bit her lip. Her breasts pressed into his chest. Her fingers dug into his back. She wanted more. Dear gods, how she wanted more! She rocked her own hips, pulling herself up, then shoving herself back down his length. Long, hard, hot. Whimpering, she rocked again, needing to feel the rake of pleasure as her drenched folds caressed him. 

He slid his body down until the tip of him found her folds. Without reaching down, Rhys shoved forward, once again sheathing himself fully in her channel. 

"Gods, yes!" she moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips to trap him inside.

"That's it, honey," he murmured, dropping down to lean on his elbows. "Squeeze my cock." 

She gripped him and kept rocking, unable to help it. The friction inside her was glorious. She couldn't deny the ache that the friction both assuaged and flamed, and completely lost the desire to resist.

He began to rock with her, slowly, matching her rhythm. His lips brushed her ear. She cuddled up against him, burying her face in the bend of his neck. He was so tall, so big, that was as far as she could reach.

Her whimpering cries filled the room. She struggled to get him deeper, digging at him to make him go faster. She needed more. Groaning, panting, she opened her mouth on his shoulder and bit down hard. Grunting, he shifted, then held her down as he thrust even faster. She cried out, falling back, reaching up to grip at the bedding beneath her in a feeble effort to brace herself for the assault. It was wonderful and brutal, and it was going to tear her apart, and she needed it! She wanted it!

She unwrapped her legs so she could brace her heels on the bed beneath them, shoving with all her might into his thrusts. Pleading cries burst from her lips as the sweat of exertion coated her skin. White-hot fire ignited her spine and burst throughout her body as every muscle clamped down. Brutally, he rode her through it, pounding at her clenching pussy. He didn't give her a chance to enjoy the sensation or revel in the aftermath as the climax released her.

"More," she pleaded, collapsing beneath him. She had never known that what she had experienced could ever have been possible. She had never experienced something that took her body apart before like this. 

He chuckled, marginally slowing his thrusts, "As my lady commands."

"Please..." 

He obliged her, caressing her as he continued to plunder her body. She screamed, holding on as she felt another climax building. It exploded inside her. She unleashed another scream, tearing at the muscled skin of Rhys's back. He groaned, rearing up to brace his upper half on his forearms, giving him a better angle to pound her mercilessly. But she asked for none. She clutched the bed, straining to match his rhythm. 

"Shiloh," he purred, lowering himself to press chest-to-chest. His lips found hers, soft, sweet playing of lips and tongue. And his hips kept pumping. 

She let him lead, content to take what he gave her. And he gave so much! She came again. Then, on the third climax, he roared, slamming into her quivering pussy as he came.

Warmth flooded her, body and soul. Followed by an amazing, sated feeling she'd never before encountered. 

She cuddled Rhys's weight atop her, smoothing his back as his breathing calmed. He let out a chuckle. "You keep this up, honey, and I believe you'll be the death of me. I think you've wrung me dry."

Shiloh whimpered in response. "No more then. Must rest."

He rolled to his side and pulled her into the crook of his body, spooning her. "Rest then, honey. Rest..." he murmured as they both closed their eyes and drifted off into a sated sleep.

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The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 06



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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A Date with a Bard

Twilight had fallen by the time Shiloh woke up from her sex induced nap. She quickly washed in the room's bath and kissed Rhys goodbye. She ran all the way back to the Bear Pit and gathered the things she'd need for her meeting with the bard Pia. Grabbing a thick cloak that hung in the kitchen, she put it on over the lingerie she had purchased at Talana's. She knew she'd have to rent a room in order to get dried off. The raging storm had the city in its grip and refused to let up anytime soon. 

She pulled the hood of the cloak up over her head and left her room, heading for the common room. She made sure to keep the voluminous garment pulled all the way around her body, covering up the outfit she wore beneath it. She didn't want anyone else to see what she had on yet. 

She left the Bear Pit behind and hastened her steps to the Lion's Head Inn. As she approached it, she kept her eyes open for Lenton. Butterflies gathered in the pit of her stomach. She'd never had to steal anything from anyone before and furthermore, she'd never had to be a part of a plot to knock that person out to obtain the item that was supposed to be stolen. She wondered if everyone felt this way about it. 

A soft whistle beckoned her gaze to an alcove across the cobblestone street from the inn's front door. She smiled as she noticed the attractive auburn haired man standing there. That had to be Lenton. Shiloh walked over to him and bestowed upon him a brilliant smile.

He greeted her immediately. "I'm glad you are here. I saw Pia enter the inn a short while ago. Let us hope she is in the mood for socializing tonight. You were told the plan?" 

Shiloh grinned. It would seem that Lenton was eager to complete his mission. "Yes, I know what I'm supposed to do." She opened her cloak and gave him a look at the skimpy lace bra and panties she wore beneath it.

He nodded approvingly as he carefully studied her up and down. "You look great. This will be easy! Trust me. You are quite beautiful. Pia will not be able to resist you."

"Thank you. I hope the plan goes off without a hitch." Shiloh replied, returning the favor by studying him head to toe. 

"It will. I have faith. So, let's get started. I'm going to hide now. Check out the location first. Get yourself a room and then hit on Pia. Good luck, sweetie." Lenton grinned, still eyeing her lasciviously. 

"And to you," Shiloh smiled once more and turned to leave. "Say Lenton, is there any chance after this that I may be able to see you again?"

A surprised look crossed his face then he smiled widely. "I would like that. I'll look you up."

"You won't have to look far. You'll find me at the Bear Pit."

"Great! I'm looking forward to it," he nodded before slinking away to hide.

Shiloh smiled to herself. It was almost too easy to get a man. Joanna had been right. It was true. A cute smile in the right direction, a sway of the hips, and men melted away, willing to do what she wanted. It would prove interesting if it worked on all men. She chuckled to herself. She would have to see. Pulling her cloak back around herself, she entered the inn and walked over to the innkeeper. 

"May I help you?" The older gentleman asked as she pulled back the hood of her cloak. 

"I'd like to rent a room please." Shiloh asked.

"Very well. It'll be 4 gold for a single room, 5 gold for a double room and 20 gold for a suite."

"I'll take a single room." Shiloh produced the four gold pieces from inside her cloak. She recalled how Rhys had handed her a small bag of coins as they were leaving The Wildcat. She had cocked an eyebrow at him in askance, remembering how he said he wouldn't pay her...ever. When she had questioned him on why, he had replied that he knew she'd had a run-in with Rick Cars and had gotten her money back from the scoundrel. Upon counting the coins, she noted there were exactly 15 gold pieces, the exact amount that had been stolen.

The innkeeper took her money and handed her the room key. She smiled upon accepting it. "Good sir," she started. "Could you tell me where I might find the bard Pia? I am a big fan of her music and heard she was staying here."

"She's in that room over there, working on the acoustics for her new song and is not to be disturbed." He replied, raising an eyebrow. 

"Thank you, good sir." Shiloh picked up the room key he had laid in front of her and headed up the stairs. Quickly she unlocked the door to her room and stepped inside, shutting it behind her. 

She threw off her cloak and quickly dried herself off using the rough bed sheets. She patted the excess moisture that had gathered in her hair from being underneath the cloak's hood and made it look tousled, as if she'd been asleep. 

Doing her best to hide herself from view, she crept back down to the tavern room below and made her way to the door the innkeeper had pointed out. As she approached it, she could hear a pleasant female voice coming from within.

Shiloh knocked loudly and sucked in a deep breath. Here we go, she whispered to herself.

A haughty male voice responded as a small slot opened at eye level. "This room's being rented by the famous Pia tonight. Go away, please."

"I'd like to meet Pia, please. I love her work." Shiloh replied, posing as seductively as she could. She noticed how his eyes wandered up and down her body. She knew she was being studied closely.

"I believe she's going to like you, no doubt. Come on in, honey." The large man opened the door and ushered her in. This had to be Pia's bodyguard.

"Hey Pia, you are going to like what you'll see," he called out as he closed the door behind Shiloh. 

Shiloh walked over to Pia, casually letting her eyes roam all over the bard, noting she had to be in her mid to late twenties with straw blonde hair, smiling blue eyes, and a firm chest. Pia's clothes were bright and colorful pinks and purples. 

Pia returned the favor by eyeing Shiloh just as intently. "Look who's here," Pia purred.

Shiloh flashed her most winning smile at Pia, noticing how Pia's eyes rested upon her for quite some time, admiring her shape.

"Tell me, what can I do for you, lovely? And why are you clad in your nightie?"

Shiloh sighed. "I was getting ready for bed upstairs and heard you singing. Your beautiful voice intrigued me."

"And now that you've seen me, do I live up to your expectations?" Pia grinned at her and rested one hand on her hip.

"You sure do!" Shiloh beamed at her. 

Pia giggled, returning the smile. "I am glad. Tell ya what. Grab a drink, pretty girl, and let me sing a song just for you."

Pia poured a glass of dark red wine and handed it to Shiloh. Then she picked up her mandolin and began to sing.

"From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring."

"From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone."

"Then-in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life-was drawn. From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still:"

"From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn hint of gold,"

"From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view."

As the last strains of the haunting melody faded and Pia sat aside her mandolin, Shiloh smiled and applauded. "That was so beautiful, Pia."

"Thank you, honey pie." She smiled warmly, her eyes taking a long slow walk over Shiloh's curves. Pia's eyes devoured Shiloh.

"Will you sing another song for me? You have such a wonderful voice!"

Pia looked deeply into Shiloh's eyes while Shiloh seductively sipped her drink. Her eyes followed Shiloh's every move. "What's your name, honey?"

"Shiloh."

"Such a pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Thank you." Shiloh replied as she drank more of her wine, nearly draining the glass until she dribbled just little down her chin.

"Awww...you've stained your pretty clothes with wine. Hold on..." Pia grabbed a tissue and began to blot the stain away. "There, almost gone."

And as if by accident, Pia allowed her fingers to brush over one of Shiloh's nipple before she withdrew her hand. Shiloh gasped at the contact, for her nipples were still sensitive from her rendezvous with Rhys. Pia smiled and looked deeply into Shiloh's eyes, who smiled back sweetly. "How about I show you my room? I've got a suite, pretty big and comfortable. And Jon's a great guard. We'll be totally safe." Pia asked.

"I'd like very much to see your room, Pia."

Pia set aside their wine glasses. "Let's go, my sweet." She smiled and took hold of Shiloh's hand who willingly headed upstairs with Pia.

Shiloh smiled to herself. The plan was working quite well. But oh....ohhhhh, she felt quite tipsy after all that wine.

"My room is on the second floor, my sweet." Pia led her further up the stairs. Shiloh clung to Pia's as a wave of dizziness hit her. Too much wine....Hope Lenton is ready....So tipsy...

Pia crested the final set of stairs that led to the suites. "Come..."

Shiloh looked around nervously. Damn you, Lenton...where are you? 

She stopped at the door to Pia's suite as Pia unlocked the door. Pia smiled as she turned back to Shiloh. "Well, come in, my sweet."

Shiloh stepped into the room and waited as Pia locked the door. "There, I'll just lock this so we are not disturbed."

Pia grabbed her hand and led Shiloh into the main room of the suite. "Here we are, my sweet."

Shiloh's brow furrowed momentarily. Stupid, stupid Lenton! She looked around, seeing no sign of Lenton. Where was he!? "It's a really nice room, Pia. I've never been anywhere like this before."

"I'm happy you like it..." Pia stepped closer to Shiloh and brushed back a strand of hair.

Shiloh shook with apprehension, her nerves on the verge of exploding. Lenton was nowhere to be found and there was a locked door as well. Shiloh drew in a deep breath, unsure of what how to proceed. She weighed her options in her head as quickly as she could. She could get Pia incredibly drunk and search the room. There was also the fact that Pia was quite beautiful. Shiloh knew she could just as well make the best of the situation and see where the night took her. With that decision made, Shiloh bestowed upon Pia her most winning smile. Her eyes twinkled at Pia.

Pia responded as Shiloh had hoped. "You're so pretty....The moment I saw you I couldn't take my eyes off you...." Pia's voice sounded quite breathless. Shiloh liked the husky raspiness of it.

"I know I have never met a more beautiful woman than you, Pia." Shiloh replied, leaning in towards Pia.

A pretty blush colored Pia's cheeks and she smiled at Shiloh quite fondly. "How about we have another glass of wine?" Pia promptly produced another bottle and two glasses.

"That would be wonderful, Pia. I do have to tell you that I don't normally drink a whole lot." Shiloh confided with a silly laugh. Shiloh felt even tipsier than before. 

She watched as Pia filled the glasses carefully then handed one to Shiloh. "To us, my sweet," she smiled brightly.

"To us," Shiloh repeated, returning Pia's smile.

Pia grew even gigglier as she took a long sip of the wine. Lightheadedness washed over Shiloh as she joined Pia in drinking deeply from her glass.

"That's some really nice wine they have here this cities...er, city. Just one city." Pia giggled again.

"To the city, then," Shiloh raised her glass to her lips and emptied it, giggling even more.

"To the city!" 

Shiloh presented her glass to Pia, who promptly refilled it. Shiloh downed it in one swallow. "And to no men!" 

"To no men!" Pia repeated and poured herself another glass.

"I kinda like men, though. Just a little...." Shiloh chuckled, her words slurring slightly. The wine tasted really, really good, but she was beginning to feel funny. She staggered slightly and reached out to Pia.

Pia steadied her by taking hold of her hands. "Close your eyes for a moment," she winked.

"Why?" Shiloh giggled like a schoolgirl.

"Just do it, my sweet. I won't bite you. I just had this image in my head. I wanted to see what a sleeping angel would look like."

"Ahhh, Pia, that's so beautiful." Shiloh obliged her and closed her eyes. She felt like her head was swimming. Suddenly, Pia's lips were on Shiloh's. Very softly yet full of sweet passion they touched her, played with her. 

"Oh!" Shiloh couldn't resist kissing her back. The two girls kissed softly and sweetly for a good long while. Shiloh enjoyed it immensely. It felt so much different than kissing a man. Pia's lips were softer and more pliable. She could taste the wine they'd both drank. Her head swam from both sensations. 

Pia pulled back with a moan. She took hold of Shiloh's hand. "Let's go to my bedroom." 

Shiloh allowed herself to be led to the bedroom with the rather large bed in the center of the room. Pia wasted no time embracing Shiloh. "You are so truly beautiful," Pia purred as she kissed Shiloh one more time. Shiloh eagerly replied to the kiss as a shudder coursed through her body. Kissing Pia felt so wonderful. 

"Oh my sweet, you're trembling," Pia whispered as she stroked Shiloh's skin.

"It's so wonderful being with you..." Shiloh murmured in return.

"Shhh..." Pia placed another kiss on Shiloh's lips. She inhaled Pia's scent. She smelled of roses and spring. Pia let go of Shiloh and stepped back, never taking her eyes off Shiloh. She quickly began to slip out of her brightly colored clothing. Unable to take her eyes off of Pia, Shiloh watched her every move intently. When Pia noticed, she beamed a bright smile at Shiloh while removing the rest of her clothes. Once Pia was naked, she embraced Shiloh again, caressing her back for a few moments.

Then she tenderly exposed Shiloh's breasts, studying her elongated pink peaks. A delicate blush colored Shiloh's cheeks. "You like them?"

"You bet," Pia giggled, cupping the round globes before she placed a couple of soft kisses upon Shiloh's nipples. Pia gently licked and suckled the buds into taut points. 

Shiloh moaned with pleasure. "Oh yes, kiss me there...."

Pia beamed up at Shiloh before gently biting her nipples. Shiloh let out a squeal of delight. She hadn't expected that. Even more she hadn't expected Pia's fingers to disappear beneath Shiloh's lacy lingerie. Pia made haste to remove the garments from Shiloh's nubile form.

Finally Pia embraced her once more. Her breasts softly rubbed against Shiloh's and she could feel Pia's nipples growing firm, growing into hard little points like her own. Then Pia kissed Shiloh with a sweet gentle passion. Shiloh eagerly returned the kiss and caressed the soft skin of Pia's back and bottom. Pia sighed happily and deepened the sensual kiss while Shiloh's hands continued to roam.

"Come," Pia grasped Shiloh's hands and pulled Shiloh down on the bed with her. Pia gently rolled Shiloh about and lay down on top of her, embracing her again. Shiloh kissed Pia's lips, snaking her tongue out to tangle with Pia's. 

Pia ran her fingers over Shiloh's skin, exploring her arms, her shoulders, her hips, and her thighs. Shivers of delight coursed through Shiloh and she let out a soft moan. Then Pia kissed her neck. Then she kissed Shiloh's breasts, playing with each for a while.

"Ooooooo ohhhh...." Shiloh purred, lolling like a cat.

She watched as Pia dropped lower, wandering further down to her navel. Then Pia slowly parted Shiloh's legs, stroking her hips with her fingertips. A soft blush tinted Shiloh's cheeks as she spread her legs wide open for Pia. A shy smile joined the blush. Shiloh could not take her eyes from Pia.

Pia's kisses circled around Shiloh's lower lips but evilly spared her most private place. Shiloh groaned in protest, bucking her hips up at Pia. Instead the blond bard worked her way down Shiloh's inner thigh, ever so slowly until she reached Shiloh's knee. Then her route continued back up, her lips teasingly brushing over Shiloh's clit before she traveled down the other thigh.

Shiloh arched her back and gasped with pleasure. Shiloh bucked again, causing Pia to wrap her arms around Shiloh's hips, pausing for a moment, smiling up at Shiloh. Pia's blue eyes twinkled brightly. Shiloh smiled down at her, sucked in a deep breath, and pressed Pia face first against her pussy. "Please..."

Pia's mouth had barely touched Shiloh's nether lips, but it caused Shiloh to shudder. The feeling was amazing! When Pia forced her tongue into Shiloh's hot slit, the first of her orgasms hit her hard. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through Shiloh, and just as she began to come down from her high, Pia's expert tongue found her clit and began a steady licking and sucking that caused Shiloh to moan loudly. Pia playfully licked and kissed Shiloh's clit, her tongue tenderly playing with Shiloh.

"Ohhhh ohhhhhh oooooohhhhhh yes..." Shiloh cried out in a throaty moan. 

On and on continued Pia, gently parting Shiloh with her tongue, licking, kissing, and caressing oh so sweetly until Shiloh could no longer hold out against the pleasure Pia bestowed upon. Shiloh surrendered to the sweet sensations. Pure bliss held her captive, and all she could do was moan and purr. 

A soft sigh came from Pia as she greedily lapped up Shiloh's wetness while her hand caressed Shiloh's thighs. Pia's fingers zeroed in on Shiloh's dripping slit, tenderly slipping inside. Shiloh jumped as she felt Pia connect with her most sensitive spots. She let out a loud cry, gasping anew as pleasure zinged through her. Shiloh tightened her wet walls around Pia's fingers and gently pressed Pia against her moistened muff. Shiloh arched her back and writhed beneath Pia. She called out Pia's name. She knew she was getting close. A gasp left Shiloh's lips and she clenched her walls around Pia's pleasure spot seeking fingers. Pia grinned and persisted, her tongue lapping on Shiloh's clit eagerly. She pushed another finger into Shiloh and began to pump them in and out. 

Shiloh shuddered and cried out, "Ohhhhh yes!" She knew her time was close. She could feel it building. 

Pia intensified her licking and sucking upon Shiloh's clit, teasing the swollen nubbin. The bard knew Shiloh was close as her breathing came in sharp gasps, more erratic and her hips seemed to take on a life of their own. With a squeal as Pia's tender ministrations became all too much after all Shiloh had experienced that day, Shiloh let the floodgates of her passion open. She screamed as her orgasm exploded, her creamy juices gushing out to coat Pia's mouth and lips. The bard licked her clean, savoring the heady flavor. 

After a few last teasing licks and kisses upon Shiloh's clit, Pia kissed her way back up Shiloh's body. She crawled atop Shiloh and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. Pia's heart beat quickly, matching Shiloh's. She could feel it pounding in her chest. Shiloh could also feel Pia's nipples, firm and round, rubbing against hers. She returned Pia's sweet kiss, reveling in its beauty. 

Pia giggled softly. "You are so sweet," she beamed at Shiloh and brushed her hair back. Shiloh bestowed a bedazzling smile back upon Pia. The imp urged Shiloh on and she pushed Pia flat upon the bed. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 06



She waggled her eyebrows. "Now for you, my pretty little bard..."

A giggle erupted from Pia's lips. "You are really cute, Shiloh."

The infectious giggle prompted one from Shiloh and she laughed along with Pia. That was only moments before she parted Pia's legs and touched her between them. Pia let out a happy moan. 

She's so wet.

Calling upon the lessons garnered from Rhys, Shiloh began to kiss and lick Pia's beautifully rounded body. She made sure to imitate Pia's moves as she explored the bard head to toe. And as Pia guided Shiloh, she learned the spots that made the pretty blond bard beneath her writhe with ecstasy. 

The two girls played with each other all night. Shiloh wasn't sure how long they explored each other and shared sweet kisses. Finally Pia fell asleep in Shiloh's arms. Exhausted and feeling warm and safe, Shiloh drifted off into dream land.

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Dawn approached with little fanfare as a single ray of sun penetrated the thick grey clouds that loomed over the city before retreating into the mists. Shiloh awoke and noticed that the gorgeous blonde named Pia was still sleeping peacefully beside her. It warmed Shiloh's heart and left her feeling all cuddly inside to have the beauty snuggled next to her. I could get used to not sleeping alone, Shiloh sighed longingly. She could feel Pia's warm breathe on her flushed skin. It all felt wonderful. She had never once thought that being with another woman would feel so good. Shiloh hoped this would be more than just a one night affair. She longed to get to know Pia so much better. 

An ache pierced her heart as she considered completing the task at hand. Something told her it was now up to her to acquire the papers for Lenton. How could she sully the beauty of the previous night by stealing from Pia? A frown settled on her lips as she sat upright in the bed. She softly stroked Pia's silky blonde hair. She gently pulled it from the ponytail the bard kept it pulled up in and let it fall over her shoulders. Shiloh ran her fingers through it. The silken strands of hair glided through her fingers, reminding her of flower petals. So delicate and fine. 

"Forgive me please," Shiloh whispered against Pia's temple before she planted a kiss there. She untangled herself from Pia and slipped off the bed, feeling around in the darkness. She stopped to search through Pia's brightly colored garments, silently cursing the room for being so pitch black. When she found no hidden pockets or papers, she set the clothing back down. She felt her way around the room until she came to a bedside chest of drawers. Quietly she opened each drawer and searched through the contents. A-ha! A key. She grabbed it along with an interesting looking...dirty...book called "The Sins of Annelie F." and crept out of the bedroom. 

She tiptoed across the main room of the suite, knowing she had better be as quiet as a mouse. The success of this mission depended on her. She knew she had to find what she was looking for and get out of there with it unheard. Then she'd have to find Lenton. And when she did....Shiloh imagined putting him through all manner of tortures, but the one her mind settled on sent shivers of delight racing through her. Oh yes, this one might do nicely.

She had cornered him in a dark alley and forced him into an abandoned building where she pressed him against one of the walls. The stub of a candle rested upon a wrought candlestick holder. She lit it quickly with a tindertwig she pulled from a small pocket in her skirt. 

Turning to Lenton, Shiloh eyed him from head to toe. She smiled that wicked smile and licked her lips. Her eyes devoured every inch of him, dropping down towards his crotch. Through the tight leather of his breeches, Shiloh could tell that he was nicely endowed. Her nipples began to harden, poking out through the silken fabric of her skimpy top. 

She posed for him seductively, preening as she moved toward him. The heels of her thigh high booties clicked on the wooden floor. She reached down to the hem of her oh so short skirt and smoothed her hands over it, drawing it up very slowly. Soon she allowed her pussy to come into view, teasing him with the sight of it.

Holding the skirt at that height she ran her other hand along the inside of her thighs and up to her fleshy mound.

The jolt of electricity startled her and the skirt dropped across her invading hand. She sat down upon a chair for support and closed her eyes as her finger parted her outer lips. 

Shiloh was wet.

Without even a pause for dramatic effect, Shiloh plunged her middle finger deep inside her pussy. A guttural groan escaped her. 

"Fuck," she whispered.

A second finger joined the first and she was instantly masturbating herself. In and out her fingers flew. Her head bobbed back and forth in ecstasy. She moaned as if she were alone. But she was not alone.

Lenton's eyes followed her every move, devouring the sight of her fingers fucking her pussy. 

"Blow out the candle." Shiloh commanded and pulled her dripping hand away from her crotch.

A little perplexed but nonetheless cooperative, Lenton snuffed the flame, plunging the entire room into blankness.

The dilapidated dwelling possessed no windows. It was a very dark place, particularly when your eyes have not yet begun to adjust. Shiloh liked that very much. In the last instant before the flame went out, Shiloh memorized Lenton's position and began to advance.

As if using a sixth sense, Shiloh moved towards her quarry, the only sound to be heard was their breathing and the clip-clop of the heels on the wooden floorboards. Yet even in the complete blackness she knew when she was inches from him. Her hands roved all over his body, slipped past his belt line, and captured his impressive member. 

Held back as if in a trance, Lenton's hand lay back against the cool wall of the room and he gasped. For an eternity his brain tried to formulate the words that would convey......but the connection between his mouth and his brain was interrupted by the delights that were coming from his crotch.

Empowered by the direct route his cock now had to his brain, it began to grow. That was when he felt the hand around his throat.

He could feel every finger, every knuckle, her fingernails -- he didn't remember them being that long....

Shiloh's hand closed around his neck. One hand on his cock and balls and the other on his neck. She liked it this way. She had control. She felt him swallow. She felt his pulse race. She felt his cock get hard.

She shifted her grip and grasped his now throbbing member. She gave it a few tentative pumps and then loosened her grip so as to roll her finger across the top of the mushroom head and swirl in the pre-cum that was oozing from Lenton's cock.

Releasing her hold on his neck -- her control asserted, she ripped the laces on the front of his breeches open in an effortless show of force. Lenton, still blinded by the darkness, felt his leathers give way and the cool air around his now exposed cock.

Shiloh was already on her knees. Her mouth engulfed him. Shiloh was not about foreplay at this moment, she was about getting the job done. She took all of him in her and Lenton was left with the impression that she was looking for more. As she bottomed out on his inflated cock, her tongue snaked out and caressed his balls. She stayed in that position, both her hands now grasping his finely chiseled ass and pulling him as far into her as possible. All the while her tongue darted across his purple head and then out to his tightening balls.

Just when he thought release was imminent, she dislodged herself from his cock and for a moment in the darkness, he felt nothing.

He was about to move or to say something or to -- he didn't know what, as the world swirled in his head, when he felt the heat.

The warmth of her cunt radiated far beyond the reach of her folds as she backed in towards Lenton. She could see what he could not. Her cunt was open, ready and waiting, almost pulsing trying to draw him into her.

The massive head of his engorged cock penetrated her outer folds and for a moment she almost lost control. Just for a moment though and then, with the same fanfare as she had exhibited thus far, she plunged herself onto him.

It was as if a million little muscles were gripping Lenton's cock, ripples and caresses traveled up and down his shaft. If he had been allowed, he would have blown a tremendous load into her right then.

But his body was not in his control, and Shiloh wanted to be fucked. She NEEDED to be fucked.

She withdrew and immediately plunged back onto his cock -- her cock -- and repeated the process. Driving him relentlessly against the wall in pure sexual pain.

His hands, now released, grasped her hips. He felt the curve of her waist, the muscle tone within, the firmness of her ass. As if by remote control his hands traveled across her backside to the forbidden opening just above his pounding cock. Her ass was wet from the combined fluids of their dark coupling. He unceremoniously plunged his middle finger into her ass and was rewarded with an animalistic growl.

For the briefest of milliseconds the growl concerned, almost scared him. It sounded like a dog or a wolf victoriously about to close in on a kill.

He plunged his finger in and out of her ass while his now bursting penis stretched her tight cunt.

In a moment she was off him. She reached between her legs and guided his cock up, pushing his fingers out of her and away, she settled the apricot sized head of his cock at the entrance to her anal passage, and pushed back.

His cock met resistance as it entered her ass but it was momentary. It began to bend towards him as her hole remained tight as her tight hole resisted his entrance but then Shiloh flexed and relaxed and his head was in. His groan was almost a scream of ecstasy. He pushed about half way in before she reversed direction and nearly let him all the way out. Only to have a reversal yet again, but this time, she took him to the hilt.

Her ass was tight. The friction of their coupling would certainly dislodge his cock from its rightful place below his abdomen. But Lenton didn't care. If he died during this fuck then it was worth it, for Lenton had reached a place that not many ever see. He had truly reached a sexual Nirvana. And as this gorgeous female fucked his cock with her ass his mind exploded in color. Visions of overcoming incredible feats coursed through his mind -- climbing sheer cliffs to the clouds, transversing the oceans in flight, the power to create fire with thought...

Lenton felt like a god.

She then allowed him his release. Deep in her ass his cock pumped shot after shot of cum into her bowels. Her asshole milked his cock as if taking venom from a deadly snake. He had never unloaded so much. 

She groaned "Fill me up," and he came more.

Shiloh was getting close now. She knew what she needed. As Lenton unloaded his seed into her ass she felt the twinge. She knew it was time.

As the last drops of his seed seeped from his now softening cock, she disengaged herself from him and in the darkness turned towards him.

Lenton could barely stand. His knees were weak as he felt her breath. Her scent was intoxicating. She smelled of lust and roses. His lips parted for the inevitable kiss.

Her hands flowed over his head, loving him, touching him...Shiloh nuzzled into his neck, kissing his ear. She clung to him, holding on as his fingers plunged into the tight wetness of her pussy. She screamed and sank her teeth into his shoulder. The eruption of the passion that was her orgasm fueled her animalistic desire and she writhed against him uncontrollably until the tremors within her ceased. 

Shiloh let out a groan and stepped away from him. She flashed him a sweet smile and with a giggle dashed to the door. She quickly straightened up her clothing and set out into the street, leaving the exhausted redhead behind to gather his wits about him alone.

Reality dawned in Shiloh's brain as a loud snore from Pia's bodyguard interrupted her daydream. Shiloh moved to a cabinet and tried it on each of the drawers. Several of them were already unlocked and held nothing inside them. She knelt down to the bottom row of drawers and tried the remaining two. As she pulled one of them, the drawer refused to give. A-ha! Locked! She used the key and opened it, pulling from inside several folded pieces of parchment that looked fairly important. She quickly snatched them up.

Shiloh spun around, intent on heading to the door when she noticed Pia walking towards her. 

"Good morning, beautiful." Pia smiled at Shiloh, obviously paying no heed to the sheaf of parchment in Shiloh's hand.

Shiloh sucked in a deep breath and tried to act as natural as she could. She smiled at Pia brightly, hiding the papers behind her back. "Good morning to you, my sweet."

"You are up early," Pia commented, returning the smile.

"I am always an early riser, but seeing just how beautiful you are at this moment.....Would you like to go back to bed?" Shiloh asked, her eyes studying Pia's pretty curves.

Pia giggled softly and Shiloh noticed how it seemed rather forced, "And I see you've found the papers. I'm glad..."

"You are?!"

Pia lowered her eyes momentarily. "It was a test, Shiloh. A test to see if you were able to handle a...let's say, delicate situation. Master Nathan arranged it right from the start."

Shiloh blinked at her. "A test?! Arranged?!"

Pia nodded. 

"But...but...last night?!"

"I am so sorry for playing with you...but...last night...it was very beautiful, Shiloh. I loved every moment of it."

A wide smile crossed Shiloh's face. "Me too..."

"I am very happy then." Pia gazed deeply into Shiloh's eyes. "I hate to say it, but you had better go now...I am very glad you passed your test, sweet Shiloh!"

Shiloh beamed at her. "Thank you, Pia. I think it's been the most enjoyable of the tests so far."

Pia laughed.

The imp inside Shiloh urged her to be naughty. "Say Pia, are you sure you wouldn't rather go back to bed with me?"

Pia let out a groan, her eyes meeting Shiloh's as a ray of hope flared between them. "Aahhhh...as much as I'd like to, I can't, my sweet. I have work to do and you have lessons to complete."

Shiloh flashed a pretty pout. 

"Aahhhh, please don't look at me that way, Shiloh. We will see each other soon. I promise you."

The smile returned to Shiloh's eyes. "I hope so." 

Shiloh hugged Pia and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. She went about gathering her lingerie and with a lingering glance back at Pia, she headed for the door. She quickly raced down to the room she had rented and let herself inside. Flopping down on the bed, she giggled happily. How wonderful the night before had been. Shiloh never thought she would enjoy sleeping with another woman. She recalled the times when her maid used to share her bed on the cold nights in the castle, but it was nothing like what occurred with Pia. In her sheltered little world, she had not realized that two women would be that intimate with each other and that it could be so beautiful. Shiloh let out a sigh. She knew she wanted to see Pia again. 

With that determined thought, she pushed herself up off the bed and wrapped the heavy cloak around her body, concealing her lacy lingerie. Then she made her way down to the common room where she returned the room key to the innkeeper.

As she left the inn, she caught a glimpse of someone familiar. She stalked after him and cornered him in an alcove between buildings. Shiloh flashed him a saucy look as she pushed him up against a wall. 

"I know now that it was all a test, but you have no idea how much I cursed you last night." Shiloh said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I expected you did." Lenton grinned, "But don't tell me it wasn't worth it? Most men I know would give their left nut to be with Pia the way you were."

"How do you know what happened?" Shiloh asked, curiously. "Were you watching?"

Lenton laughed. "No, I was hidden inside the inn. I wasn't watching, though I have a good idea what transpired between you and the luscious Pia. Has anyone ever told you how incredibly beautiful you are with flushed skin?"

A shudder coursed through her. His words were incredibly intoxicating and she fought the urge to live out her fantasy of dominating him. "Yes, it was worth it. I enjoyed every moment and would gladly do it again if given the chance." Shiloh beamed at him. "Tell me one thing, though."

"What's that?"

"Was it all a game? A test? Did you mean what you said when I asked you if there'd be any chance I'd see you again?'

"Yes, Shiloh. I did mean what I said when I told you I'd look you up. Not every guy is lucky enough to have a beautiful thing like you interested in him," he replied. "But it has to be on the down low and I'll tell you why. The word is that Nathan wants the boys to keep their hands off of you. You are considered off-limits."

"Oh. I did not know that. I may have to talk to Master Nathan about this. I am old enough." Shiloh's smile turned into a frown. "Do you still want to make plans for a date?"

Lenton nodded. "I'd love to."

"Great!"

After their plans were made, they went their separate ways. Shiloh looked over her shoulder at a departing Lenton, noticing the extra spring in his step and the happy tune he whistled upon his lips. 

It will all work out for the best, she thought. Yes, indeed.

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The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 07



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev, and Essex are property of Valine.

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Little Beggar Girl

Shiloh made her way down Acorn Street, returning to the Bear Pit. She sneaked through the common room, careful not to bump into any of the tables. She didn't want anyone to know she wore so little beneath the concealing cloak. Up the stairs she crept, passing by Nelina and noting that Caron wasn't there as of yet. She exhaled deeply, not realizing that she had been holding her breath. 

Upon reaching her room, Shiloh closed the door and threw off the cloak. She removed the lingerie and changed into a set of work clothes. The drab brown garment hugged her curves quite nicely. She brushed her long hair out, removing the many snarls and tangles then began to plait it into several long braids that she wound around her head. After securing each with a short length of leather string, she checked her handy work in one of Chella's mirrors. Then she headed out into the kitchen and stopped at one of the big ovens that hadn't been fired up as of yet. She cautiously stuck her hand inside, checking for any sign of heat. When she found none, she scooped up a small handful of ashes. Then she returned to Chella's room. 

Artfully she applied the ash to her cheeks and even smeared some through her hair. This would do nicely. She grabbed the heavy cloak and made her way back down to the common room; intent on heading to Gaston's to pick up her beggar's costume. 

Shiloh strolled through the streets, splashing through the puddles of rainwater that had gathered in the divots of the cobblestone thoroughfares. She giggled happily like a child, recalling the few times she had done that as a little girl before her governess had caught her and forced her back inside the castle. She noticed the disapproval on the faces of some of the commoners that she passed at her frivolity and continued on her merry way.

Crossing over a few side streets, she soon reached her destination and entered the building that housed the tailor shop. She meekly shuffled her way up to the tailor.

Gaston sniffed the air in a haughty manner and raised an eyebrow at her. 

"You had best have a reason for befouling my shop, girl." 

Shiloh poked her nose out from inside the hooded cloak and eyed him timidly before curtsying to him. She hoped her disguise had worked. "I am here on behalf of my mistress, Lady Belara," she spoke softly before lowering her eyes to the ground. 

"Lady Belara, yes. I have her exemplar right here. Just put the finishing touches on it this morning."

"An exemplar?" She repeated, giving him a feigned look of ignorance. "I must have her costume or else she'll switch me terribly."

"An exemplar is a costume, stupid girl. Tell me, does she switch you often?" A look of interest entered Gaston's beady little eyes.

"Nearly every day. She says I am clumsy and lazy. I usually have many bruises. And my master is worse," she whispered and shuddered visibly.

Gaston sniffed the air as if he smelled something foul indeed. "Good help is so hard to find."

"Do you have the costume finished, Master Gaston?" Shiloh asked as she held out her dirty hand. 

"I told you I have it right here," he huffed and muttered something under his breath about dim-witted servants.

"May I have it?"

"Yes, yes, girl, but be careful not to get it dirty. It is a masterpiece."

Shiloh accepted the garment from him and curtsied before him. Then she turned and plodded away to the door. She made a show of stumbling over her own feet and clumsily falling to her knees. She faked a cry and pulled herself up, knocking over a display of rich fabrics.

Master Gaston hissed at her and gave chase, intimidating her into picking the fallen bolts of cloth up. Once Shiloh had placed them in their rightful spot, she fearfully glanced at the tailor. "You won't tell me mistress, will you?" She rubbed her bottom with one hand while clutching the costume to her breasts with the other. Lifting the back of her skirt, she revealed the greenish purple bruises still marring her skin.

Gaston clucked his tongue and yanked her skirt back down. "Shameless wench! I shall indeed be informing your mistress! Now out with you," he grabbed her by one of her arms and dragged her to the door, pushing her out into the rain unceremoniously. She slipped on the wet pavement and landed on her bottom. The cry that came from her lips this time, however, was real. Her bottom smarted from the impact. Picking herself up, she headed back to the Bear Pit, ready to try out her beggar girl disguise. 

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Once back in her room again, she giggled and danced with glee over her success of fooling the tailor with her act. She must be getting good at this. Now she hoped she would have the same success of fooling the bodyguards upstairs and passing Chella's lesson. 

Shiloh removed the cloak and her plain work dress and held the costume up in front of her body. By the gods, it was skimpy. Shiloh frowned and wondered why it had taken so long to be sewn. Perhaps it was not so much the sewing, but the dilemma of what to remove next. 

She pulled on the tiny one sleeved shirt and looked herself over in the mirror. It barely covered her ample breasts, exposing her cleavage to the world. She couldn't have that. Surely Wesh and Warent would recognize her. So she removed the top and made strips of cloth out of the brown tunic Vico had made her wear the night he had taken her from the castle. Wrapping them around her chest, she bound her breasts, flattening them down until her large chest looked rather diminished. Then she pulled the top over it. She smiled out at her handy work. It looked so much better.

Next she grabbed the scrap of cloth that barely covered her bottom and slid it on. The red silken panties left half of her cheeks exposed. So much for modesty, she scoffed to herself. 

To complete her disguise, she returned to the oven and grabbed another handful of cold ash from it. She smeared it all over herself and then checked her look in the mirror. She now felt fairly confident with her disguise.

She strutted over to Chella, noting the raised eyebrows of the other kitchen workers.

"How do you like my disguise, Chella?" Shiloh preened before her.

Chella eyed Shiloh, scrutinizing her very carefully. "Hmm....let me see...Yes, I think your disguise will do nicely. I think it will work quite well. Now let's go upstairs and test it."

Chella smiled at Shiloh and grabbed her arm, leading her upstairs. Shiloh followed dutifully, hoping she could pull off her beggar disguise in front of Wesh and Warent. A part of her fluttered at the thought of seeing Warent again. 

As they entered the hallway, and headed to the doorway into Master Nathan's office, Shiloh kept her head down, staring at the floor. She fidgeted nervously, as if trying to hide from view.

Warent spoke up first as he saw them. "What do you want, Chella?" His sharp eyes flicked over the head of the kitchen then moved to the cowering girl beside her. He noted how dirty she was and the grip Chella seemed to have on the urchin's arm.

"I caught this little rat stealing from the patrons. We can't have that going on in the common room. So I figured I'd bring her to Master Nathan."

As if on cue, Shiloh whimpered and struggled to break free from the large woman.

"Don't be silly, Chella. You know the rules. No one goes inside that does not have an invitation." Wesh added, watching the little street rat's attempt to pull her arm away from Chella. 

"Let me go!" Shiloh squeaked and continued to struggle, hoping the act seemed real.

Chella tightened her hold on her. "I'm sure Master Nathan would be delighted to see her. Let me pass."

"The moment she tries to step through the door, she's dead. No second warning. You know the rules." Warent threatened, causing a cry to escape from Shiloh's lips. She yanked her arm and pulled free of Chella's grasp. She made a dash for the stairs, but found herself being tackled by Warent. He lifted her from the ground and dragged her back to Chella, despite her kicking and flailing. 

Chella chuckled aloud, a wide grin plastered on her face. She reached for Shiloh who had ceased her struggle and rubbed the ash off Shiloh's face. "Know her now?"

Both Wesh and Warent looked from Chella to Shiloh and burst out in laughter. "Too funny, Chella." Wesh chuckled.

"Good job, Shiloh." Warent praised her as a bright smile crossed his lips.

"Thank you, but next time, take it a little easier on the tackle. I'm bruised enough." Shiloh replied, her eyes devouring the handsome blond guard. 

Chella took note of the body language between the guard and her little Shiloh. She assumed she would have to have a talk with her. The young princess was growing more and more man hungry than she ever would have expected. Chella touched Shiloh on the shoulder, drawing her attention. She smiled and hugged the younger girl. "Well done, my little dear. You can be sure I'll tell Master Nathan that you have passed my lesson. Now leave the guards to their work and come along with me."

Noting the tone in Chella's voice, Shiloh cocked an eyebrow at her and followed her quickly, but not before she looked back at Warent and leveled one last longing glance upon him. She smiled and winked and took note of the smile he returned.

Chella led her back down to the kitchens and into the bedrooms. She promptly shut the door. "Have a seat, little Shiloh."

Shiloh gave her a look of surprise and sat down on her bed. "Yes, Chella?"

"You and I need to have a talk, young lady. Your behavior and shameless flirting with the guards has to stop," Chella scolded.

"But why? I haven't done anything wrong!"

Chella glared down at her. "I do not want to see you turn out like many of the other girls around here. I know how most of these silly girls behave, inviting any man who peaks their fancy behind the crates in the hallway. You are so much better than that, Shiloh. I've noticed more than you think I have and I can tell you that you are playing with fire."

"I know you are looking out for my best interest, Chella, but there is so much I need to learn. I was so sheltered in the castle and now that I have the opportunity to experience so much, I can't help myself. I want to be like any other normal girl. What is so wrong with a little flirting?"

"There is nothing wrong with flirting, but I should tell you that Master Nathan put the word out that you are off limits."

"I know, but why?"

"He has his reasons, young lady. Maybe he wants to protect you from those who would use you for their own ends. There are many within the Family that does not know who you really are. We know what happened to you that night that Vico brought you in. Perhaps he wants to protect you from that ever happening again."

Shiloh's cheeks flushed red with indignation. "Must you remind me of that awful night? It is bad enough I am reminded of him every time I sit down. I swear if it the last thing I do I will get even with that damned Vico for treating me the way he has. He hurt me that night and again he hurt me the other night when he caught me trying to sneak out. No one said a damn thing to him about how harshly he beat me. I did not deserve that. He probably thinks he can do whatever he damn well pleases to me since the only punishment he ever received was a stern talking to from the boss. 

"It's not fair, Chella. Why shouldn't I be allowed to live and learn? What makes me so special that I'm not allowed to explore what it feels like to fall in love and willingly share that with someone? Why is it that it's okay for someone to set up a test in order to see how I react in delicate situations that involves bedding another woman when what I really what to know what it's like to bed a man? I want to be normal."

Chella's expression softened, "I understand your feelings. I do, but I'm sure Master Nathan did not think it was a good idea to put you in bed with a man so soon. That is why Pia was chosen for the task."

The older woman eyed Shiloh carefully. "Tell me the truth, Shiloh. Have you bedded anyone besides Pia in the past few days?"

Shiloh met Chella's gaze. "Honestly, yes, I have. I met someone named Rhys and asked him to teach me. Please don't be mad at me, Chella. I felt so hopelessly ignorant and he was quite sympathetic."

Chella shook her head. "I'm not going to ask where you met him because my suspicions have already been confirmed. I thought you had been up to something when you came in and told me about what the beggar had alluded to. I had hoped you had more sense than that, but I suppose the damage is done. I'm not going to ask for details, young lady, but did he find release inside you?"

Shiloh nodded. 

"Oh dear, I should have known. You had that flushed glow about your skin. Since your mother is gone and can no longer see to your well-being, it is up to me to fill those shoes. There are some precautions we must take. Now I want you to bathe and put on a clean dress. I am going to take you to see the healer. There would be the hells to pay if you get with child by dallying with a sailor."

Again Shiloh nodded, obeying Chella immediately and quickly slipped out of the costume. She ran the bathwater and slid into the warm depths, washing herself thoroughly, ridding her body of the ash she had used as part of her disguise. Then she unbraided her hair, allowing it to fall over her shoulders. She quickly ducked beneath the water and wet it. She grabbed the bar of rose scented soap and lathered it in her hair, hoping that would get all the ash out of it. Finally, she rinsed her hair free of the soap then stood up, reaching for a towel. She dried herself off and put on the blue outfit she had sewn for herself. 

"I'm ready, Chella," Shiloh smiled, following the older woman out of the room, through the kitchen and down into the common room below. They crossed it and reached the door, stepping out into the streets of Betancuria. Chella led her around the building and across the square where a fountain overflowed with water. A young girl and boy merrily splashed about in it before being shooed away by a member of the Dhorn Patrol. Shiloh smirked at their antics. They looked so innocent and sweet. If only she could go back to those days when she was but a small child in the castle. When playing with her dolls and hearing grand stories of knights in shining armor kept her joyfully occupied for hours. Shiloh mourned that loss and sighed heavily. 

Chella ushered her forward and opened the door to a shop, allowing Shiloh to enter ahead of her. She glanced curiously around the interior of the small store. Black tapers in wrought candlestick holders were placed in intervals along the walls. A muted purple glow washed over the walls. The cloying scents of lavender, jasmine, vanilla, and honeysuckle saturated the main room. The heavy aroma clouded her senses and Shiloh coughed. It was almost overwhelming. 

A silver haired woman wearing an elegant white frock walked from the back of the shop and smiled as she saw Chella. "Hello, Chella. How are you this fine day? I trust all is well."

"Yes, all is well, Angella."

"And how are things at the Bear Pit?"

"Going quite well. Business has been excellent."

"I hope that old goat Nathan is doing well."

"Cantankerous as usual," Chella laughed. "I have to box his ears good for him every once in a while to keep him in line."

"And who is this with you? I don't believe I have ever met her before." Angella eyed Shiloh curiously.

"This is my little Shiloh. You could say she's Nathan's adopted daughter. She's been with us for several months now."

Shiloh curtsied before the healer and flashed a sweet smile at her. 

"That old goat always has had an eye for the pretty ones." Angella replied. "You are a beautiful child. May I assume that she is the reason for your visit this day?"

"Yes, she is. Though we have tried to shelter her somewhat from many things, she is no different from any other girl of her age. I brought her here in hopes to prevent her from ending up with a big belly. I trust you have the right herbs to prevent conception." 

A blush colored Shiloh's cheeks and she lowered her eyes. She seemed intent to study her feet.

"Of course I do. Sweet child, do not be embarrassed by this. It is a natural thing to want to explore the opposite sex, but you are young still and Chella is only concerned about what is best for you. If you come to me, I will make sure you have a monthly supply of an herbal root that will work as a contraceptive against getting with child. I can also supply you with some herbs to regulate your moon blood."

Shiloh blushed again. She'd never heard of such things. "How does the herbal root work?"

"It suppresses fertilization. The herb is a tuber-like root that you chew once every three days. You must always remember to take it. It won't work if you don't take it."

"And how much does it cost?" Shiloh asked.

Angella laughed out loud. "A month's supply for someone in the Family is 2 gold pieces."

Shiloh dug into her coin pouch and pulled 2 gold coins out. She handed it to Angella who had motioned for her assistant to measure out the necessary supply of the root. She then handed Shiloh a small packet of herbs. "Drink this in your morning tea during your moon blood. It will help suppress the cramping and headaches."

Shiloh nodded. "Thank you," she smiled and took the package of herbal root from Angella's assistant. 

"Will that be all?" Angella asked as she motioned to the tea kettle that began to whistle in that instant. "Would you like some tea?"

"Not this time. I have a kitchen to get back to. I can't turn my back on my lazy cooks for too long." Chella replied. 

"Mistress Angella, when is the best time of day to take to root?" Shiloh inquired.

"In the morning is best. Be sure you have some food on your stomach." Angella advised. 

"And when should I start taking it?"

"There's no greater time like the present." 

"Let's go back to the Bear Pit and I'll make sure you have a hearty breakfast and you can take it then." Chella offered. "Have a good day, Angella. I'll come back for tea in the next few days, my friend."

"I'll be looking forward to that, dear Chella." The healer's voice took on an almost misty quality.

Chella smiled and escorted Shiloh out of the building and back to the Bear Pit. She made Shiloh sit down and eat a good breakfast before she let her run off to work on her lessons. 

O.O

Shiloh was eager to be on her way. She had lessons to pass and part of her ached to see Rhys once more. Mmmm, yummy luscious Rhys. Her heart palpitated at the thought of him. But she knew she had to resist for a little while. Her lessons came first.

She left the kitchen and walked into her small bedroom, closing the door behind her. She changed into a set of old work clothes and decided to go to Hatori's Tea Shop for her fighting lesson. She thought it was odd, though, that she'd have a fighting lesson at a tea shop of all places. She never thought the two things had anything in common. Shiloh shrugged as she tied the laces on her shoes. Better to get it over with!

Leaving the kitchen, she walked into the hallway, and noticed Caron was still working on inventorying the contents of the crates. She sneaked up behind him and as she was about to grab him, Caron spun around and wrestled her to the floor. He straddled her hips, grinning wickedly as he tickled her mercilessly. Shiloh shrieked in laughter, struggling to buck him off. Caron was too strong for her. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 07



He stopped just shy off her wetting herself and leaned down over her. He nuzzled his head in her cleavage, listening to her heart pound and race as her breathing slowed. She cradled him to her, wrapping her arms around him. She softly ran her fingers through his dirty blond hair. 

"Caron," she murmured breathlessly.

Then he planted a kiss on her forehead and helped her up off the floor. "I couldn't resist. You looked like you needed a good tickling," he teased her. 

"I did need a good tickling." Shiloh beamed at him. Then she looked around. "Still hard at work, huh?"

"Yeah," he rolled his eyes. Then he smiled brightly at her and took hold of her hand. He sat back on a crate and pulled her between his legs before him. "How are things, beautiful?"

"Quite good."

"How are the lessons going? Are you still working on them?"

"Yes, I've completed two of my lessons already!" 

"Have you? Want to talk about them? I'm curious about what you have to do." Caron smiled as he caressed her bottom.

"Well I passed Chella's lesson." Shiloh beamed brightly.

"What was Chella's lesson? Were you learning how to loaf?"

"No, silly!" Shiloh playfully swatted his arm. "Chella's lesson was about disguising. She wanted me to play the role of a beggar girl."

"A beggar girl? You?" Caron laughed riotously; as if that was the funniest thing he had ever heard.

"I would have preferred a different role, too," Shiloh pouted.

"I can imagine. A beggar girl..." He regarded her intently for a few moments, looking her over head to toe. "That seems odd to me. You are so graceful. And it's not just the way you move. It's also your manner of speaking. Pretty much everything about you, actually."

"Oh..."

"You must think I'm a pretty big fool, huh?" Caron grinned, "Guess I just like you."

Shiloh beamed at him, "You like me???"

"Ouch, did I actually say that?" Caron grinned again.

"I like you, too, Caron." Shiloh flashed him a come hither smile and leaned in, nuzzling her face in his neck. His masculine scent intoxicated her. She breathed in the heady muskiness and sighed loudly. She nipped his ear and planted a kiss on his cheek. Her hands ran up and down the length of his thigh. "I have something to ask you, Caron. And I want you to be serious for just a moment."

Her close proximity to him caused a brain scramble effect and he shook his head. "Sure, Shiloh, go ahead. Ask away."

"Did Chella ever tell you about my past?" 

Caron cocked an eyebrow. "You mean before you arrived here? No, not really. But??"

"Yes?"

"Well, you see...I know what happened to all the other girls in the kitchen...," Caron replied, his curiosity peaked.

Shiloh pouted and batted her lashes at him. "Surely you don't want to compare me to the other girls? After all, I was speaking about MY past."

He flashed a gentle look at her. "I know that their families had been killed during the Dhorn invasion. I assumed that was the same with you."

Shiloh shivered and cuddled into his body. "Yes, that was a really awful day."

"I'm really sorry to hear that, Shiloh." Caron's expression went all soft and he hugged her to him.

Shiloh pulled back and looked up into his eyes. "But nobody told you who I am?"

"What do you mean? You're beginning to make me curious," he looked at her intently.

Shiloh drew in a deep breath, ready to spill her secret. "I am Princess Shiloh Aurelius, daughter of King Rolan Aurelius." 

"That's all?" Caron laughed as if he had just heard the funniest joke ever.

She pulled back from him, dislodging herself from his embrace. "Why are you laughing?" She placed her hands on her hips and eyed him dubiously. 

"Because I don't believe you. Not at all." Caron chuckled, shaking his head.

"I'm being serious, Caron!" Shiloh stamped her foot, frowning at him.

"In that case, I feel honored that you even speak to me, Princess." Caron bowed mockingly. "So glad that you descended from up high to mingle with the commoners!"

She glared at him and started to turn away from him. 

"Although you are pretty enough to be a princess," he grinned as he reached for her and pulled her back to him.

"Maybe that's because I really am the Princess."

Caron flashed a look at her that made her go weak in the knees. "Look, Shiloh, if you want to be a princess, that's fine with me. But don't expect me to jump when you raise a finger. I never cared much for the royal family and I won't do so in the future. However, I am glad I met you the way I did. I wouldn't want you to be some snooty noble girl. I like you just the way you are. With ash on your cheeks and clad in scanty clothes." He winked at her and stroked her arms.

"What's wrong with my clothing?"

"Nothing, Shiloh. You look great. Anyway, let's forget about that nonsense. Tell me about Chella's lesson? Did you pass it?"

"Yes, I did. I had to fool Master Nathan's bodyguards upstairs." She leaned in close. "I think Warent wants to bed me. He looks at me quite hungrily when I'm around him."

Caron laughed. "I may have to have a talk with Warent. Tell him you are off limits."

Shiloh stared at him incredulously. "Bad Caron!"

He chuckled. "So you had to fool them, huh. Heh....they must be pretty blind. I suppose we should be concerned for Master Nathan's safety." A smirk crossed his handsome face.

"Right and you wouldn't have been fooled that easily, of course." Shiloh retorted, a determined look on her face. She'd show him!

"I would have recognized you."

"Don't be so sure about that, Caron."

"I am sure, Shiloh. It's your eyes. You can't disguise your pretty eyes," he smiled softly.

She beamed a smile at him. 

"And well, I'd have recognized the size of your, you know." Caron grinned as he cupped her breasts in his hands.

"Actually, you may not have. I thought of that and bound them til I was nearly flat-chested." Shiloh brushed his hands away, smacking him teasingly. 

Caron laughed. 

"You are so naughty. For a moment there I was beginning to think you were a nice guy."

A lopsided grin crossed his face. "Darn, you found me out!!!!"

She closed the distance between them and pressed herself against him. Her arms slid around his shoulders. He embraced her tenderly and held in his arms. Shiloh pressed a kiss against his cheek and smiled when she pulled back. "Caron..." she sighed breathlessly as he rubbed her bottom.

"Huh?"

"Would you like to go somewhere private with me?" Her blue eyes met his. She could see the desire that lingered there. 

Caron let out a groan. "I want to, but I need to finish this and then I have a task to complete for Master Nathan. It's not easy keeping him and Chella happy at the same time."

A pout crossed her lips. "Not even for a little while?"

"You don't make it easy on a guy, do you?"

"Not when I want something bad enough. Please, Caron, pretty please. Just for a little while." Shiloh begged. "I swear I'll make it worth your while."

"Alright, but just for a little while. Do you have a place in mind?"

Shiloh shook her head. "No."

"We can go down into the sewers." Caron hopped down from the large crate he was sitting on and took hold of her hand, leading her down into the common room of the Bear Pit. They exited through the front door and he led her to a sewer grate northeast of the tavern. Caron glanced around to make sure no one was looking and quickly unlocked the grate. He ushered Shiloh into it and watched as she climbed down the ladder. Once she'd reached to bottom, he followed her and closed the grate behind them.

He turned to the door to the west of the ladder and opened it as well, silently leading her down the sewer corridor to another door. He picked the lock on it and opened it. He took hold of Shiloh's hand and stepped into the room, closing the door behind them. "Watch out for rats. They are really vicious down here."

He crossed the room to another door and opened it with his key. Inside it was a corridor that led to a ladder. Shiloh cocked her eyebrow. "Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see."

He climbed the ladder and entered an abandoned cellar. A small bed rested along the back wall of the small room. A faint light trickled in from somewhere up above.

"Shiloh," he whispered as he pulled her against his body. "You are so beautiful."

Shiloh sighed softly as his hands caressed her back and bottom. She snuggled against him. His fingers gently caressed her chin, lifting it as he sought out her lips. He leaned down to kiss her. When his lips touched hers her entire body shuddered. Their eyes met once again as their lips parted and she could think of nothing more but the want, no, the need to kiss him again. So, she did. Shiloh was met with the same immediacy from Caron, and this time it was deep, passionate, and lasting. She felt his hand on her, moving slowly up her bottom then to the small of her back. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. She could feel the strength in his arms that held her so gently. Shiloh moaned softly, and he pulled away. "Are you ok?" He whispered.

She smiled, "Oh yes." He slid his hand up into her hair and pulled her into him once again. He felt her hands on his back as she clenched his shirt and pulled him closer. He started kissing her neck and slowly moved down to the curve of her breast. He felt her writhe beneath him.

"I want you..." she heard herself whisper. She had to have him. The feel of his hands and lips were so warm and soothing that she couldn't help herself. She wanted to be taken.

He leaned over her and she started unbuttoning his shirt. She ran her hands up over his shoulders to remove the shirt. She could see the definition in every muscle even in the dim light that shone from some unknown source. Shiloh tried to catch her breath as his finger tips smoothed along each side of her breasts following the line of her top till they met at the base of her neck. He removed it and proceeded back down over her breasts. He caressed her from the tips of her nipples all the way down to her waist. Next he made haste removing her skirt. He pulled her into him wrapping his arms around her. 

She watched his eyes study her from head to toe. "Beautiful. You are simply beautiful." The sound of his voice resonated in her ears. The look on his face was that of desire, hunger; he ached for her.

"I..." it was almost inaudible. She couldn't speak, so she kissed him passionately. As she moved into him she explored him with every inch of her body letting him know how much she wanted this.

He reached down to remove his pants and she stopped him. "Let me," she whispered and nibbled on his ear. Breaking contact with him was torturous. All she could think of was being as close to him as possible. She had him stand so she could remove his pants and as she stood back up she caressed his body with her own. 

He swept her legs up around his waist and sat back down on the bed. It thrilled her that he did this with such ease. She maneuvered so he could enter her and slowly let herself down until he was deep inside of her. Together they moved kissing one another, their hands exploring every reachable part, sounds of pleasure resounding throughout the room. The softness of her skin was like silk in his hands, and the strength of his body beneath hers sent tremors throughout her. She could hardly contain a scream of delight when he grasped her tightly, turned over onto the bed, and thrust into her.

She could feel the perspiration forming between them making it seem that they were becoming one. As he entered her again and again, he felt her contracting around him and she could no longer stifle her cries. The sensation burned like a wild fire from her thighs out to her finger tips and into her toes. She let go and then clawed his back not realizing the evidence she was leaving behind of their mutual passion.

He could hold back no longer. He thrust wildly into her, his voice echoing in her ears. "Oh Shiloh, yes... yes!" His heart pounded so hard he began to feel dizzy. Still he kissed her deeply and felt her hands slide down and pull him into her once more. They moaned in unison, holding on to the last bit of physical sensation that too quickly abated. He lay beside her, both of them trying to catch their breath. He ran his fingers across her neck down to her thigh and rested.

A dark figure climbed up the ladder shaft and stepped inside the room. Shiloh and Caron jumped at the intrusion. An evil chuckle followed. Then the figure crossed the few feet to the bed and jerked Caron off of Shiloh. He slammed Caron against the wall. 

"You will stay away from Shiloh! You will not touch her again!" Vico growled, low and deep from his throat. 

"Mind your own fuckin' business, Vico. I will do whatever I please with Shiloh." Caron retorted as he pushed back, shoving Vico away from him. Caron grabbed up his clothes and dressed hurriedly.

"You will NOT! Listen to me and hear me well. You touch her again and you are a dead man! Got it?" Vico threatened as he whipped out a concealed blade and held it to Caron's throat.

"Piss off, asshole!" Caron shot back. 

Vico grabbed him and flung him down the shaft. Caron grabbed hold of the ladder and slid down it. He landed heavily and cursed loudly. Vico moved back to the opening. "DO NOT LET ME CATCH YOU NEAR HER AGAIN!"

Caron made a rude gesture at Vico.

"Run along, boy. Nathan wants to see you." Vico followed him down the ladder, watching as Caron headed out of the sewers. Then he went back into the cellar, catching Shiloh as she pulled her clothes on. He flung her onto the bed and pinned her face down.

She screamed as he straddled her, bringing his hand down on her upturned bottom. Vico laughed and continued to spank her. Repeatedly the cruel slaps brought cries of pain to her lips and tears to her eyes. 

His breath almost hissed against her neck as he pressed himself against her. "Was he a good fuck, princess? Did he make you squeal? Did he curl your toes? Did he make you cum?"

"That is none of your business!"

Vico laughed. "It is my business, little slut. You will stay away from him! Do not let me catch you with him again!"

He slapped her bottom again and stood up, leaving her and the cellar behind. Shiloh screamed out, cursing him mentally. She stormed down the stairs and marched herself back to the Bear Pit. Caron was in the hallway, back to work on the crates. She approached him cautiously.

"Caron," she murmured.

He shuddered as her voice caressed him. He turned to look at her, shaking his head. "I won't ask what that was all about. You have lessons to complete. Perhaps you should focus on them and leave well enough alone."

Shiloh nodded at him. "Alright, but I am going to speak to Master Nathan about this. Vico doesn't own me."

Caron nodded and turned back to his work. "Keep me posted."

O.O

Shiloh punched the side of the building as she exited the Bear Pit. She yelped as pain erupted in her knuckles. Stupid stupid stupid! DAMN THAT VICO! She shook with indignation and longed to lash out against the blackguard! How dare he try to run her life?! HOW DARE HE!?

She forced herself to calm down. She had to focus on her lessons! She gave herself a mental shake and headed towards the tea shop for her fighting lesson. Many thoughts crowded her mind as she walked through the city streets. What was with Vico? Had he followed them? Had he been watching them? What did it matter to Vico what she did? 

She shook her head when she came to the door of the tea shop. She couldn't be distracted if she was to pass this lesson. With a sigh, she opened the door and walked inside. She saw an older gentleman standing in the foyer of the shop and noticed several patrons in the tea room beyond.

She stopped before the gentleman and curtsied. "Greetings! Are you Master Hatori?"

"Greetings to you, my child. I am Hatori. What can I do for you?"

Shiloh glanced around, "First off, what is this place?" 

He inclined his head. "This is a tea shop, a place to refresh your body and soul. Would you like to try some?"

"Thank you, kind sir, but no thank you. Master Nathan sends me. I am here for a lesson."

"A lesson? Hmm. And what do you think could you learn from me?"

"He told me you can show me how to fight!" Shiloh beamed, a wide smile crossing her face.

He eyed her sternly. "How to fight? Hmm hmm. Taka! Do you think we can teach her?"

Taka seemed to be busy in the kitchen area of the tea shop and did not respond. A frown furrowed Shiloh's brow. 

"Please do not mind Taka. He does not talk a lot. Hmm. We have customers to serve. Let me propose something. You help us with the dishes and serving the customers, and later, in the evening, we will talk about Master Nathan."

Shiloh smiled widely, though the imp inside her groaned. Dishes were no fun. "Sure, with pleasure." 

"Thank you. Your help is most welcome." Hatori inclined his head, allowing Shiloh to get to work.

Shiloh pulled up her sleeves and lent Taka a hand in doing the dishes for a while. It was a good thing she had practice! She began to softly hum and whistle a merry tavern tune as she worked along side the industrious young man beside her. Hatori entered the small kitchen and gave her a curious look.

"So tell me, my child. Why is it that you want to fight?"

Shiloh flashed an odd look at him. Her brow furrowed again as several thoughts crossed her mind. "I thought it would be good if I could defend myself."

"Defending yourself. Yes. I suppose, that would seem like a valid reason...Still, things are hardly ever as simple as that. Say, a mugger attacks you in the streets. What would you do?"

"I would try to defend myself as best as I can." Shiloh stamped her foot.

"So you fight, and it becomes apparent that he's no match for you. Still, he won't give up. Would you hurt him then?" Hatori asked her, cocking an eyebrow.

"I wouldn't want to hurt him, but if it came down to me or him, I think I would. After all, he started it! I'm just a poor kitchen girl!"

"Perhaps the mugger is forced to rob you. Maybe he has a sick child at home and needs your money to pay a healer. What if he tries to take your money for this reason? What would you tell her? That you killed her father when he tried to save his child?" Hatori asked, trying to make her think about her actions.

Shiloh huffed indignantly. Who does he think he is? "He shouldn't attack me! There are other ways to earn money."

Hatori held up a hand, "That is true, and I do not mean to say that you should not defend yourself. But you need to think, and I mean really think, before you turn against somebody. There's a difference between killing a mugger just because and fending him off so he eventually gives up and runs."

Shiloh glared at him. "But some people are simply evil, and don't deserve mercy!"

"And how would you know? Who are you to judge?"

"I know because they were evil to me!" Shiloh cried.

"Have you ever given thought to what it actually means to fight? To hurt somebody? To take a life? Do you understand that every living being, just like you, is a living being? With dreams, with a history of their own? A unique individual, impossible to replace once gone? Think about how many hours you've seen passing. How many hours does every living being see? Do you truly wish to be responsible for taking these away from this world, for good? You're still young, and full of fury. But trust me, once you have killed for the first time, it will change you. Deeply. And not for the better. A part of you will die as well."

Shiloh lowered her eyes, and nodded. 

"Please remember this. If you walk around without compassion, without accepting people for what they are...for real people, for living beings. Then you are just a cold-hearted killer. Violence, death, sorrow...those are not things that should dominate your thoughts. Violence leads to more violence, and it is up to us to stop this fatal course of action."




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 07



She nodded again as she felt the tears well in her eyes. She hadn't thought of it that way. Yet a part of her still screamed for revenge. "I will stop when those people who deserve it have paid," she gritted out as her eyes snapped up to meet Hatori's.

He sighed heavily, hoping his words would eventually sink in. "I'm very sad to see that your young life has made you so full of hate already. I hope that one day you will see the truth in my words, and I pray it won't be too late for you then."

Shiloh lowered her eyes once more, his words fresh in her mind. Part of her screamed to get even with the Dhorn for causing her so much pain. Another part cried out to repay Vico for all he'd done to her. She wondered if her need to get even was steering her down a wrong path.

Hatori took note of her turmoil. "I believe that is enough talk for now. Tell me, do you have a name?"

"Shiloh."

He nodded. "We shall continue later, Shiloh. I should see to my customers. And perhaps you'd like to think about what we have discussed."

Shiloh spent the rest of the day washing dishes and helping serve the customers. By the time evening fell, she had begun to feel exhausted.

"Well, well, it seems our last customer has left us for the day. Taka! Please go downstairs and prepare everything. Our special guest and I will join you shortly." Hatori instructed and motioned to Shiloh to follow.

"That would be most kind, Master Hatori." Shiloh realized how much of a privilege that she was here and should act like she had some common sense.

Hatori inclined his head. "Taka is my student. He has to study hard, yet he never complains. He shows some good talent. Now let us go downstairs."

Shiloh followed Hatori into the basement of the tea shop. It had been turned into a fighting ring. She eyed it warily. 

Hatori cleared his throat, gaining her attention. "First, I will give you a weapon to train with. Choose wisely, but beware: These weapons are real, and we will always use real weapons for your training. You cannot learn how to fight when you don't have to fear getting hurt."

Shiloh looked over the rack of weapons, the likes of some she had never seen before. She picked up a few and tried them out, gauging how they felt in her hands. "I'm not so strong; therefore, this short sword will do nicely."

"Very well, there you are." He extended his hand to her and ushered her further into the room. "Now, what I want you to do first is practice with the dummy over there. It's not so easy to hit as it seems. Come back to me when you've landed ten blows on it."

"I shall!" Shiloh beamed, and moved to stand in front of the practice dummy. She gripped the short sword in her hands, testing the feel of its weight. It didn't feel too heavy for her nor too light. She focused on the combat form before her, and her mind flickered through a series of images until it came to rest on one particular image.

She swung with all her might, envisioning that blasted Vico standing before her. The blade sliced through thin air, missing the dummy by mere inches. She growled in frustration and tried again to no avail. What am I doing wrong? She thought to herself.

"Focus, girl, focus." A voice from the sidelines. "Harness your fury and direct it into your strike. You are far too easy to read. You are projecting your aggression and if you were facing a real opponent, he would be able to guess your next move just by reading your body language. Now try again."

Shiloh sucked in a deep breath and stood before the dummy. She tried her best to follow Hatori's words and swung her short sword. To her surprise, she landed a solid blow against it. The impact of the strike rattled her momentarily, but she recovered quickly. 

"One!" Hatori called out, beginning his count. Shiloh swung again, hitting the dummy, causing a chip of wood to fly off. "Two!"

It took several more minutes and many cries of frustration before Hatori had counted to "Ten!"

Shiloh sucked down a deep breath as she walked over to him. "Perseverance, my child. Stick with it and you will garner the results you want. You did well. That was no easy task." Hatori told her.

"Thank you," Shiloh replied, favoring her wrist.

"What you will practice next is dodging your opponent's blows. Knowing how to hit is only useful as long as you are alive, so we'll put you in combat with Taka now. I will stand by and count down from ten to one. Taka will attack you, and your task is to dodge his blows and survive." "And if I don't survive...?" 

"He won't kill you. You should pay attention anyway; his blows will hurt you for real." Hatori nodded. "Ready? Fight!"

Shiloh and Taka faced each other, and the stare down began. She approached him cautiously as he moved in on her. She dodged and parried his blows, though often he caught her in the midsection, knocking the breath from her lungs. She did her best to evade him and found herself knocked to the ground more often than not. Yet she forced herself to focus on him, learning his pattern of attack and soon figured out when to avoid his most brutal blows. She could hear Hatori's count getting lower and lower. 

Shiloh bobbed and weaved, sidestepping Taka and getting in a blow of her own as he left his right side exposed for a moment. A small hiss escaped his lips, but it didn't slow him down. He charged into her harder this time and knocked her off her feet. Shiloh rolled to the side and flipped her to her feet. The maneuver clearly surprised him and with a tumble to the left, she brought her blade up to his neck, smacking him with the blunt edge. Taka's eyes narrowed and he quickly put her on the defensive by landing a foot in her midsection once more. Shiloh staggered back and tumbled to the right, blocking his next blow by making a successful parry with her blade.

And the fight continued on. Shiloh wasn't sure how much she had left in her. Her energy was lagging and she began to feel sluggish. As she marshaled her reserves and prayed for a second wind, she hoped it would all be over soon. Shiloh focused her fury at Taka.

She hissed as she took another blow. And yet another. Duck! Evade! Turn. Thrust. Again. That's good. Now turn, full circle. Side step, evade. A Circle kick! No -- misstep and be hit by that left hook. Now jump! That's it. Parry and strike. No, no, keep moving -- to stop is to be hit. Good, now roll. Keep moving ... Rise! Hip in, bend over, parry, duck. Evade! Evade! Evade! That's good!

Taka pressed his advantage. He knew he had her on the defensive again. Shiloh's mind screamed. Don't stand there, move! This fight is not over, it's only just begun. 

Easy, easy, remember to focus. There, that's better. And now for the parry. Small steps, quickly. Good. Embrace the warrior within. Better now? Care to speed up? O.K, let's do it. -- See, it's not hard.

Look out for that hook! Ouch, that stung ... Keep moving, what else? Almost there ... Great! Now strike! And again! One more. Ha! You did it! Now turn. Head down. What's with those hips? Forgot you have them? Then move them, damn it! You've work to do!

Shiloh's inner thoughts guided her through and she felt a sense of pride within herself as she dodged a circle kick from Taka that meant to knock her down. 

"Stop! Fight's Over!" Hatori called out as Taka backed off and allowed Shiloh some room to breathe. She panted heavily, gasping and sucking in air. She was sure he had bruised a few of her ribs. She favored the stitch aching in her side. "Well done, girl. That was no easy task."

Shiloh limped over to him and nodded at him. "Thank you, but that hurt!"

He inclined his head, "I recommend that you rest now and gather your strength. Your final task will be difficult."

Shiloh sat down along the wall and began to calm her breathing, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Though her curiosity was peaked over what her final task might be, she forced herself to clear her mind and concentrate only on the task at hand. Survival, she thought. No, no... More than that. Triumph. And a sense of accomplishment. 

"Now, we will test your skill by letting you fight a real opponent." Hatori turned to her as she stood up. Taka opened a door and allowed a four legged wolf looking creature to emerge. "This is a worg, a magical beast. It will attack you. I want you to fight back, and win."

Shiloh cautiously circled the worg as it lunged at her. She let out a squeak as it came close to biting her and dodged to the side. She backed off and readied her blade to strike. She pressed her attack, nicking the beast in the side. It growled and lunged again, its teeth grazing her thigh. She swung her blade with all her might and connected with the beast's ribcage. Her blade sank into its flesh and it gave a yelping howl. Shiloh quickly pulled the sword out and stabbed it again, causing it to fall to the floor. She grabbed it and drew her weapon across the throat of the creature, slicing it open. 

With a cry of victory, Shiloh stared at her blade, watched as the blood dripped down the shaft and grinned wickedly. It felt good as the blade pierced the black fur of the beast. 

"You've done well, girl." Hatori bowed to her. Shiloh repeated his motion as she turned back to him. 

"Whew, yes. That was difficult."

He nodded. "You have passed my lesson. I will tell Master Nathan so. Also, you've been pleasant and modest to deal with, thus I will give you something which will hopefully keep you safe in the future." 

"Thank you very much, Master Hatori!"

"It is a suit of armor. It won't likely fit, so best bring it to Igor the Smith. You can find him in his shop in Northern Betancuria. He will make it fit your size."

"Thank you!"

"Be well, girl. Don't forget what you have learned here." Hatori led Shiloh back up to the shop above and ushered her out. She was amazed that it was almost full dark. It hadn't seemed like that much time had passed. Stretching her weary muscles, she quickly headed back to the Bear Pit. As she dashed up the stairs, she ran into Caron once more. She smiled as she danced around him.

"I have news concerning my lessons," she blurted out.

He stopped what he was doing. "So tell me?"

"Well, I've passed two more since I told you about Chella's lesson." 

"You never did finish telling me how that turned out. I know you said you had to fool the bodyguard's upstairs. Were they fooled by your disguise?" 

"Of course they were. I passed the lesson. They did not know it was me."

"Good job then. I am happy for you. What others have you passed?"

She bounced around him gleefully. "Well, I passed lesson number four."

"Lesson four, huh? And what was that about?" Caron looked at her curiously, though in his mind he could still see her poised naked beneath him. He shook himself in order to get his mind back on the topic at hand.

"I had to go to South Betancuria and meet with a woman named Joanna." Shiloh began. Caron nodded at her, knowing who she was talking about. "She told me that her son also worked for Master Nathan, and that he had to steal something from someone here in the city. And my task was to help him!"

"So I take it you two had to break into a house?"

"No, not really. The target was a bard named Pia who was lodging at the Lion's Head Inn..." Shiloh relayed to him.

Caron flashed a look at her, rather puzzled. "Pia? She works for Nathan, too."

"Well at the time I did not know that. Joanna told me that my task was to distract Pia so her son could rob her."

Caron chuckled. "I see. So they set up the whole thing."

"Uh huh."

"Heh, sounds like Joanna went through a lot of trouble for your lesson. Tell me, what happened then?"

"I was supposed to drink a couple of glasses of wine with Pia, then go up to her room with her. And Lenton, that's Joanna's son, was supposed to wait for us and rob Pia as soon as we appeared."

"Okay?"

"He never showed up."

"Ouch! So it was up to you to perform the theft?" Caron's eyes twinkled mischievously. 

"Yes, I planned to get Pia drunk so I could steal those papers I had to acquire." Shiloh smirked in return.

"And did that work?"

"Uhm yes, kinda, sort of," she giggled.

He flashed a curious look at her. "Do tell!"

"This is where it gets a bit embarrassing. Once we were in her room, she started kissing me....."

"Oh!" Caron smiled at her. "Can't say that I blame her? You have that effect on people, Shiloh."

"I'll have to show you the lingerie I was wearing at the time," Shiloh teased him.

"Awwww...just hearing that melts my heart." Caron groaned, remembering full well her beautiful naked body. A giggle slipped from her lips as she watched the bulge in his pants swell and press against the fabric of his breeches. "And then?"

"What do you think, Caron? What would you have done?" Shiloh pressed herself against him, stroking his arms.

"Damn...you slept with her, huh? Lucky Pia!" Caron cleared his throat as he backed away.

"You know what it's like to be in her shoes, Caron. Wouldn't you consider yourself fairly lucky? It was really nice being with Pia and just as nice being with you. You know I'll never tell you no. You may take me to bed any time you wanted to. I could not deny you after what I felt earlier."

Caron backed away from her a few steps more. "We have to talk about that, Shiloh. Vico came back here after you left. He spoke to Trissa for a while and blew up again."

"So what, Caron! I told him it's none of his business." Shiloh shot back, angered at Vico's interference.

"I told him as much and told him I didn't appreciate him following us into that cellar."

"And?"

"He wasn't very happy and cussed and threatened me again."

"How dare he!" Shiloh clenched her fists. "He threatened you again!"

Caron shrugged it off. "As you can see, Shiloh, I'm not that easily intimidated. He's just a big bully."

"An asshole if you ask me!"

Caron chuckled and gave her a serious look. "Tell me something, Shiloh. Is it true that you and he?"

"Hrm, Caron?" She closed in on him and ran her fingers up his arm.

"Have you really slept with him, too? I mean, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to."

"That asshole said that?" Shiloh blinked incredulously.

Caron shrugged. "He hinted at it."

"How nice of Vico!"

Caron looked at her expectantly and Shiloh sighed deeply. She rested her head against the upper part of his chest. "I did not SLEEP with him...willingly. He...he...forced himself upon me. He...raped...me."

"What?!"

"I have gotten over it. It's been quite a while since that night."

"I am so sorry to hear that, Shiloh." His eyes filled with a look of compassion causing Shiloh to fidget and study her feet. She didn't want his pity.

"You don't think any less of me now, do you?"

"Oh no! How could I? I'm sorry for the remarks I've made, and for touching you..." Caron soothed her as he looked her deeply in the eyes.

"No, don't be. It's okay. You couldn't have known. I like the way you've always treated me. You've always made me feel special." Shiloh replied, staring up into his eyes.

"I really cannot believe it..." Caron shook his head. "I mean, I was suspecting that something awful had happened to you, but not that it had been Vico. And he's got the nerve to tell ME to stay away from you."

"From everything I've been through so far with him, I've come to realize that it is so typical of him. I think he regards me as his possession. It's probably because he had me first, you know. I feel like he's obsessed with me. Maybe I should speak to Master Nathan."

"I'm not sure if that'd help much." He placed his hand on her shoulder and looked straight at her. "Shiloh...please, if I have ever done anything that made you uncomfortable, tell me. Okay? I was trying to lift your spirits with my actions, but I can see now that you probably do not want any of that for a while..."

Shiloh shook her head. "Caron, if I didn't want that, I would not have gone with you into the sewers. I am over what happened with Vico, but he will not continue to try to make my choices for me. I like you more than words can express and I do not appreciate everyone else making these decisions for me."

Caron smiled at her, pulling her into his arms and hugging her tightly. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. Shiloh let out a soft sigh. "You won't stay away from me, will you?"

"I honestly don't think I could, Shiloh. It's not often that a guy like me attracts someone like you," he grinned, winking at her. "And just for the record, I wish they had picked me to be your victim."

"I think I'd have like that better," Shiloh agreed as she stroked his arms. 

"So I guess you aren't going to share any details, huh?" He laughed, his eyes twinkling.

"I will tell you it was quite the experience. I can honestly say I can handle delicate situations. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. It was so different than being with a man. She was all soft and sweet. There was a definite difference," Shiloh told him.

That devil may care grin crossed his handsome face. "You are a tease. Oh if only I could have been a fly on that wall. Of course I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from joining in. Two beautiful ladies at once...would take a strong man to resist and I am just not made of steel!"

Shiloh giggled, "Well there is one part of you that is made of steel!" 

He chuckled, "You have that effect!"

Another laugh escaped her lips. Her eyes twinkled at him. 

"You are so beautiful, Shiloh." Caron extended his hand and cupped her face. He gently stroked her face. "What other news do you have?"

"Well I received some training in arms from Hatori. He runs a tea shop a few blocks from here." 

Caron nodded. "Yeah, I know him. Odd guy, isn't he?"

She shrugged. "We didn't talk much, though he did lecture me somewhat on the difference of defending myself versus being a cold blooded killer."

"Heh, well, a guy who drinks nothing but tea is more than suspect to me. Plus, I've never seen him around with a girl. Who can say what he and his scholar's do in that cellar of his?"

"Ewwww..." The mental picture Shiloh's mind conjured caused her to shudder.

Caron laughed, "Yes, you're right. We probably don't want to know." He waggled his eyebrows and grinned at her mischievously. "I am glad to hear he trained you. Perhaps we can spar."

"I would like that, but you'll have to take it easy on me because I still have a lot left to learn."

"Ah well, I certainly wouldn't mind having a little romp with you every now and then."

"I wouldn't mind that, either. In fact I think it can be arranged. And afterwards you could soothe my aching muscles. I wouldn't mind a massage from your wonderful hands."

"I could do that." Caron hugged her again, holding her against him for a few long minutes. He stifled a groan. He knew he should try to get his mind off what had happened between them in the cellar, but he could not. She had felt far too good. So he forced himself to think of something else. "Any other news on your lessons?"

"No, those are the only ones I've completed. You could help me with something, though. I was wondering if you could teach me how to be stealthy and more about picking locks."

"I'd be glad to help. What do you need to know?" He pulled away and stepped toward one of the crates. "Hey, actually, I may have something that will help you."

From one of the smaller crates he pulled out a thick heavy black cloak. "This will help you blend in with the shadows." 

At another crate, he pulled out a set of lock picks. "These are essentials for picking locks. You'll use the skeletal key and the different sized picks for opening locks. It isn't that much more difficult than using a needle and twine. Remember what I told you before. It's the same technique. You insert the skeletal key and one of the lock picks. You'll manipulate it until you hear the tumblers click and presto, you are all done. You'll want to be very careful when breaking into any house. The Dhorn have been known to kill thieves on sight. And I'd hate for that to happen to you."




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 08



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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A Jaunt Through the Sewers

Shiloh slept unusually late the next morning. She didn't want to get up out of bed and face the day, but she knew she had lessons to complete. Begrudgingly, she sat up and stretched. Noting a fresh pitcher of water on top of her armoire, she quickly bathed and dressed herself in the pretty blue dress she had made for herself and grabbed the picks and cloak Caron had supplied her with. She quickly combed out her long blond hair, pulling it back with a strip of leather. Then she pulled on her stockings and shoes and checked her appearance in one of Chella's mirrors.

Numerous thoughts filled her mind. She knew she needed to complete the stealth lesson and the pickpocket lesson. That was first and foremost on her list of things to do today. Perhaps she should head down to the docks. A smile crossed her face. She hoped she would see Rhys. How wonderful it would be to spend an hour indulging in his generous affection. She stifled a groan as she felt herself become wet with want. 

Leaving her bedroom, she entered the kitchen and went to the table. A covered plate of food sat in its usual place. She sat down before it and picked up an eating utensil. It was then she remembered her daily root. She skipped back to her room to get it and consumed it before she returned to the table to devour her breakfast. Chella smiled at her and motioned to her to eat everything on the plate. This time, Shiloh did not have to be told twice. She dug into the hearty repast with much alacrity.

She put for empty plate aside to be washed and said her greetings to everyone else in the kitchen. She noticed Trissa's glare again.

"What, Trissa?" Shiloh asked, shooting a defiant scowl back at the older girl.

Trissa cornered her. "I told you to stay away from Caron! You had better stop tempting him with your shamelessness. Vico told me what you did, luring Caron into the sewers. Vico was furious with Caron and threatened to put a permanent stop to it. We all know what that means," the girl hissed.

"And how is that different from you luring Caron behind the crates?" Shiloh retorted. "Have done, stupid wench. Caron does not like you. He told me so. Why don't you coax Vico behind the crates since you seem to be attached at the hip to him and everything he says? I will do whatever I please with whomever I please and there is not a damn thing you or Vico can do about it. Got that, sugar pie?" 

Trissa's face turned red with indignation, "You slut! I will do something about it. You just wait." Trissa stamped her foot and huffed away.

Shiloh let out a mocking laugh and walked out of the kitchen. She entered the hallway in time to see Caron coming down the stairs from Master Nathan's office. She leveled upon him a bright smile. He approached her quickly. "Hey there, beautiful," he quipped with his usual devil-may-care grin. 

"Good morning, Caron. How are you this day?" 

"Excellent, if I may say so myself. Master Nathan has given me a special task so it is imperative that I focus on it." Caron replied confidently.

"Do tell?"

"He'll tell you about it soon enough. Never fear, sweet Shiloh. He told me I could earn my own abode once the task is complete. I would love to have you over for a housewarming celebration," he waggled his eyebrows.

"I would love too. Better make it quick and oh yeah, make sure the door has a good strong lock to keep unwanted assholes out," Shiloh rolled her eyes.

Caron chuckled and touched her face with his hand. She smiled at him sweetly and leaned against his chest. "There is nothing I wouldn't do for you," he murmured before lowering his lips to capture hers. The soft kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity. Shiloh sank into his embrace, loving the feel of his strong arms surrounding her. He groaned against her mouth and pulled back. "You don't make it easy on a guy to focus, do you?"

She flashed him a sweet, innocent look. "Me? Well, I never...." she quipped and let loose a laugh.

"That makes me the lucky one then." He rested against a crate. "What do you have planned for today?"

"I have decided to work on my stealth lesson," she replied, rolling her eyes.

"I see that you have the cloak I gave you. That will come in handy and help shield you from unfriendly eyes. You will have to walk as quietly as possible, though. The key is to not shuffle your feet. Lift them up and carefully place each foot. It helps to use the ball of your foot. That should cut down on noise and don't be in a hurry either," he advised her.

"Oh thank you, Caron," Shiloh bubbled, bouncing around him.

"Anytime, beautiful. It's a good thing I caught you before you set out because I am sure you would not want to be caught by anyone else!" 

"That's for sure. So I shall see you later, right? Oh maybe we can have dinner together?"

"I'd like that."

Shiloh smiled and quickly left Caron and The Bear Pit behind. The destination she had in mind was the docks in South Betancuria. She hastened her step, keeping a watchful eye out for Rhys or even Ashur. She spotted them at the end of a long pier working a block and pulley system to load oversized crates onto a large cargo vessel. She sighed, realizing they were too busy at the moment. It would not be wise to disturb them, though she allowed herself a few moments to watch them work. She flicked her eyes over Rhys very slowly, admiring the muscles of his bare chest. He was so gorgeous and she felt quite fortunate that she had come to know him so intimately. She knew if she needed a place to hide, or ever needed a place to go, that Rhys would be there for her. He promised to protect her.

She continued down the dock until she reached the Swordfish. She halted her steps again in order to admire Rhys a few moments longer. Her eyes drank every inch of him in. She smiled as she watched the rippling of his muscles. She could tell he was no stranger to hard manual labor. 

Rhys must have felt her eyes upon him, for he turned and waved at her. She waved back and took a few more steps down the sidewalk before a hard-faced bald-headed tattooed dock worker dressed in red and blue pinched her bottom. She let out a yelp and glared at him.

"Wanna see a big pole, sweetie?" He made an obscene gesture and cupped his crotch.

"I am not that kind of girl," Shiloh retorted as she remembered Rhys' warning to stay away from the others down here at the docks.

He sneered at her. "Stupid no-good stuck-up slut. I know for a fact you ARE that kind of girl. You's been messin' with Rhys and you's acts like yer too good for me. Let me tell ye a thing or two. Rhys got his self a little wifey and a passel of brats over there in the western part of the city."

Shiloh shrugged her shoulders. "So what? Like I care? Maybe I don't like the looks of you?" She turned on her heel and dashed away, heading for the warehouse at the end of the docks. Master Nathan had told her that she would find Master Drago here. She opened the door and noticed the two workers inside stopped to stare at her. The one in the back of the room hustled over to her. He looked her up and down.

"Sluts like ye have no place here," he warned before he went back about his business. 

Shiloh made a kissy face at him and approached the younger man who had stopped to stare at her. She smiled at him sweetly.

"Hey, what brings you in here, coozie?"

She flashed her most winning smile at him. "Perhaps you can help me," she purred and gave him a nice look at her cleavage.

He cleared his throat and stared for a moment. "Twould be my pleasure," he looked her up and down quite thoroughly.

"I am looking for someone," she batted her eyelashes at him and giggled girlishly.

"Aren't we all, sweetie," he replied, taking the bait she dangled before him.

"I'm looking for somebody called Drago. He's supposed to work here."

The blond haired man shook his head at her. "Never heard anything about a Drago, honey. You're obviously looking in the wrong place."

"Oh," she sighed dejectedly. Shiloh tapped her foot on the wooden floor. Why had Master Nathan sent her here and told her she'd find Drago here. She was sure she was in the right place. There were no other warehouses at this end of the docks.

"Why are you looking for him anyway?" He eyed her up and down once more.

"He's supposed to teach me something," Shiloh grinned lasciviously.

"Heh, oh I'm sure I could teach you a thing or two as well," the blond wiggled his eyebrows at her and chuckled.

She smirked at him and giggled girlishly once more. She knew he had to be playing with her. She leaned in close and whispered to him, "Master Nathan sent me."

His chuckle died in his throat, causing him to quickly clear it. "Oh, that's something different then. Drago's downstairs. Knock on the door, password's "stinkfish." Got to be extra careful these days, those damn Dhorn are making an honest smuggler's life a pain."

"Thank you," she beamed at him and walked over to the door leading downstairs. She knocked on the heavy iron door loudly. 

A muffled voice called from the other side of the door. "Yeah? What ya lookin' fer?"

"Stinkfish...." Shiloh replied.

"In with ya, then!" The heavy door opened and she continued down the stairs until she came face to face with an attractive older man with light cocoa skin and a shaggy mane framing his face. She smiled at him, raking her eyes over him hungrily. 

Drago responded in kind, eyeing her possessively. "What's up, girl?" he grinned.

"Don't know. Maybe you'll show me?" Shiloh pointed at his trousers.

He laughed, "Ya're my kind o' girl, already see that! Who sent ya?"

"Well, first off, I'm looking for Master Drago. Is that you?" Shiloh smiled at him.

He chuckled at her, "Nay so sure 'bout th' Master, but I'm Drago, yeah. First time I see ya, I think. What ya need?"

"Master Nathan sent me," she grinned.

"So ya're one o' Nath's new girls, huh? Ya got stuff fer sale?"

She looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face. "Err... stuff?"

"Ne'ermind then. What do ya want?"

"Master Nathan told me to look you up for a lesson I have to learn. About stealth, and sneaking and hiding, he said."

"Hrr, do I look like a teacher or what?"

Shiloh smirked impishly. "Honestly, you look like a villain to me." She looked him up and down once more thoroughly and heard the imp inside her add, "One I'd like to get to know much, much better." Shiloh found him to be extremely attractive and pleasing to the eye, but she knew all too well what Master Nathan's warning to her was.

"Har har har! Well said!" He nodded and motioned around the warehouse. "We run a wee biz o' importin' and exportin' goods down 'ere, if ya get me drift. So if ya stumble 'pon stuff ya wanna sell, but don' wanna go t' th' pansy merch'nts in th' city, ya come down 'ere. Got it?"

"I shall keep it in mind," she inclined her head.

Drago laughed out loud. "Har, you talk like a mushy nobly girl. Wonder where Nath got ya pick'd up!"

She made a kissy face at him. "If you have to know, I'm a princess indeed!"

He laughed again, "Hrrr, great to gets ta know ya, princess!"

"Can we please get back to the matters at hand now?" She asked, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Sure. Hrm 'right. Ya gots experience with sneakin' an' hidin' yet?"

She nodded at him, "Some, yes." She thought about the night she tried to sneak through that alley that Rick Cars had proclaimed as his and how he had caught her. She made a face as she recalled how he'd stolen her money.

"Righto. Gonna run a little test with ya then," he told her. "The cellar 'ere gots an entrance to part o' the sewers. We're usin' them for business mainly. Problem is, it's full o' nasty stuff. T'make a good smuggler outta ya, y'er goin t' practice crossin' the sewers. Ya go in 'ere, an' if ya manage t'reach an exit alive, y've passed."

"Nasty stuff...?" Visions of rats and other vile creatures like Vico danced in her head. She groaned dejectedly.

"Har, you'll see soon 'nuff. Try t' sneak yer way through. Stay well clear o' things an' be quiet like a mouse! If stuff sees ya, run back 'ere as fast as yer little feet carry ya. Things won' follow ya up 'ere. An you won' make it through alive if y'er seen. Got it?"

"Yep, I think so," she nodded her head.

"Oh, an' y'can rest up 'ere anytime ya need to. I'm also gonna give y'a healing draught just in case. Don' be wastin' it though."

She nodded her thanks to him and followed behind him, admiring the view of his firm ass. She silently groaned to herself. Such a banquet of men to choose from and she was not suppose to touch. Well, she'd see about that! 

"'K, follow me," he opened the cellar door for her. 

Shiloh smiled at him, "Thank you, Drago." Her eyes lingered upon his strong features a moment too long.

"Ya bet'r keep yer mind on yer lesson, girlie, and not on what y'er thinkin' 'bout," he advised.

She pouted, thrusting her lower lip out prettily. "I am sorry, but you see before Master Nathan took me in, I lived a fairly sheltered life. And now that I have the freedom to explore everything I find that I can not stop myself."

"I gots me children that will be yer age in a few years. Ya're too young t'be lookin' at me that way," Drago told her, letting her down easily.

Shiloh lowered her eyes and studied her feet. "I am sorry, Master Drago. I shall get on with my test before I make a bigger fool of myself."

He nodded. "Good luck t' ya, girlie."

Shiloh pulled the dark cloak around her and took a deep breath. Focus on the task at hand and do not think of anything else, she cautioned herself. She descended into the sewers from the cellar door in Drago's warehouse. She tried to move as quietly as possible, remembering what Caron had told her. She pulled her cloak around herself and took a deep breath. 

She noted the remnants of a torch and picked it up before crossing a rickety wooden bridge. She stifled a cry as she looked down through a crack in the planking and spotted a pair of glowing yellow eyes. Something was in the water below her. She quickened her step until she had made it off the bridge and onto a stone platform. The area before her opened up into a large room full of sewage pipes and drains. She recoiled at the stench and held her breath. Her ears picked up the sound of various squeaks, hisses, and growls. It was when she focused intently on one darkened corner that she noticed beady glowing red eyes and furry bodies of varying size feeding on what looked like something that might have been human at one point in its life. Panic gripped her and she had to force herself not to run back up the stairs to the safety of Drago's warehouse. Shiloh sucked in a deep breath. She wouldn't go that way. That way near the rats could spell danger for her and she wanted none of that. Glancing around, she spied an iron gate to her right. She would go that way.

She crept over to it, taking note of a few bats flying around above her. She stifled a squeak of her own and hastened to the gate. She tried it and found it to be locked. She exhaled an exasperated puff of air. No one said she'd have to deal with locked doors down here. So much for her stealth test. Pulling out the lock picks Caron had given her, she did as he had instructed and attempted to pick the lock. It took several long minutes, but with some trial and error she managed to get the door unlocked. She cracked it open and slipped through the narrow opening before closing it as quietly as she could. She breathed a soft sigh of relief. Nervously glancing around the short hallway she had stepped into, she noted a wooden door in front of her and another to right that lead down. Bending down to a crouch, she noted boot prints that had disturbed a light layer of dust and dirt on the stairs. Someone had been down this way recently. Perhaps that was the way she should go. And so she descended further into the depths of the sewers.

A gasp escaped her lips as she noted she had come out near the underground section of the river. She crept onward, selecting a passage that led her to an underground dock. She viewed it curiously. It had to be a sidearm of the river that flowed through Betancuria. Her brow furrowed as it dawned on her that Drago used this place to get smuggled goods into and out of the city. Normally I would report this to the authorities, but those very same authorities would probably kill me... Here I am sneaking through smelly sewers, jumping at every word a smuggler tells me. Funny how life changes, Shiloh mused to herself, then a darker, more startling thought crossed her mind and she whispered it aloud, "Will I be a criminal too? Do I have a choice at all...?"

She noticed a wagon loaded with crates. Were these ready to be shipped out of the city? Something told her to get out of there and leave well enough alone. She didn't want to have cause to make Drago or anyone else in Master Nathan's organization mad at her. She hastily left the dock behind and selected another passageway, and opened another iron gate. She skulked her way down a long corridor which opened up into a room full of spiderwebs. She bit her lips as she caught sight of the two biggest spiders she'd ever seen in life. Shiloh hated spiders and these were as big as couches. She shivered as she tiptoed passed them and into an exiting hall. At the end of it, she had to knock down a bunch of thick sticky webs that blocked her way. She yelped with sheer surprise as she felt something slither over her foot and dashed to a door, narrowly slipping by the largest rat she had ever seen in her life. Another door stood before her and she passed through it. This one brought her out to another wooden bridge suspended above murky green-grey waters. She coughed at the overwhelming smell and gulped in a breath of air in hopes of quelling the wave of nausea in her stomach. Hurrying forward, she noticed she could hear two distinct but hushed voices to the north of her talking. Hmm, perhaps it would be a good idea to find out who it was. Something told her that not only Master Nathan's people used the sewers for their illicit activities. She silently crossed the bridge and made her way to a door. She turned the handle and found it locked. After quickly dispatching the lock, she slipped through the door and crept her way over to a spot in which she could hear them better. Shiloh crouched behind a sewer pipe and studied the scene before her intently. One of the men was a Dhorn soldier clad in their distinctive red and black armor. He wore a helm over his face and carried a wicked looking halberd in his hand. The other man seemed to be shrouded in shadows, though. She noted leather armor beneath the black cloak that he wore. She couldn't make out any facial features on either of them. Though she hadn't heard the beginning of their conversation, she listened to them closely, carefully memorizing their words. 

"And what makes you think we would tolerate this?" The man clad in Dhorn armor asked.

"Think about it. What better way to control crime than control the organization that runs it?" The leather clad man replied.

The Dhorn shook his fist, "My solution would be to exterminate all criminals."

"Heh, you know that won't work. Most criminals are like cockroaches, hard to find and even harder to kill."

"You think so? How about I start with you?" The Dhorn threatened, toying with his large weapon. The leather clad man made a rude gesture at the Dhorn, who ignored it. "But I may have a proposition for you. That organization you dream of replacing has caused us some real trouble lately. Our chief investigator in the matter was found floating down the river, his throat cut open."




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"A warning that he talked too much.....,"

"Furthermore, we have not been able to track down anybody in their inner circle. As soon as we start asking questions, everybody in the city becomes very silent. Now mind you, we know how to ask questions and get answers. If I wanted I could have you on your knees, ready and willing to tell me whatever I would wish to hear, within the hour. At most."

The leather clad man laughed, "Are you done threatening me?"

"It's not a threat. You can think of it as a reminder not to fail us. After all, apart from beating up a few beggars and drunken sailors, your little gang hasn't achieved anything so far."

"Not true. What about last night's operation?"

The Dhorn scoffed, "We killed a few lousy thieves, just like you."

"Hrmph."

"But maybe you are less stupid than you seem. Find out who runs this.... organization.... that has caused us so much trouble. We want the ones who pull the strings. Find out what you can, and report to me immediately. If you can manage that, we may speak about your proposition again."

"We'll need money to bribe people. Talk ain't cheap."

"Money's not an issue. Take this writ to the payroll office in the Barracks. Now just find out their names and do not fail us." The Dhorn turned on his heel and walked away, leaving the other man behind.

Shiloh heard him mutter one last expletive before he followed suit. Hmmm, she tapped her foot as she stood up after they had exited the adjacent dock. I have to tell Master Nathan that someone is after him and his organization. She knew he'd know what to do. She left her hiding spot and headed back the way she had come and quickly unlocked yet another door with her lockpicks. She smiled to herself as she knew she was getting better at it. She closed it behind her and sneaked through a large room full of more rats and approached a ladder. Glancing around, she found this place to be familiar to her. She'd been here before. As her suspicions mounted, she agilely traversed the rungs on the ladder and pushed up on a trap door in the floor. She came up through the trap door cautiously and immediately recognized the ruined house. Vico had brought her through her the night he took her from the castle. She eyed the old man before her.

He cracked a toothless smile. "You must be the girl that Drago mentioned. Shiloh."

"You know Drago?" Shiloh cocked an eyebrow at him.

The old man chuckled. "I'm Stan. I'm the door keeper."

She smiled at him, remembering her manners. "Nice to meet you, Stan."

"My task is to bar the door, and keep people out that have no business in the sewers," he beamed at her.

Shiloh immediately took a liking to the old man before her. She was sure he was an ornery old cuss. "Oh, I see. Sounds like a tough job."

"I'm going to give you a key, so you can use the sewers for getting around in the city. Here it is." He handed her a dull copper key and told her to keep it somewhere safe. This key would come in handy when she didn't want to be seen. 

"Thank you, Stan," Shiloh inclined her head gracefully.

"Just so ya know I'll let you in from now on. Come," he guided her to the door of the ruined house and opened it for her. 

"Does this mean my lesson is complete?" Shiloh asked, "Because Drago said I had to make it to an exit alive."

"You'll want to return to Drago then. For that you'll have to go back into the sewers. Be careful, girl." He motioned to the trap door she had come up through.

"That's all I needed to know," she stifled a groan. 

Back into the smelly sewers! 



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 09



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

The Hideout

Shiloh climbed back down the ladder and looked to her left and right. She wondered if she should go back the way she came. But then she noted a door to her right and headed to it. It was locked as well, but she tried the key that Stan had given her and was surprised when it opened. Now she was getting somewhere. Having a key helped, but she knew that wouldn't always be the case. She had to practice her skill in picking locks if she wanted to get better at it. 

She slipped through the door and closed it behind her, leaving the rat infested room behind her. She noted she was standing on another wooden bridge that led to another stone landing. She quickly crossed the bridge and came face to face with a bow wielding female with an arrow nocked pointing directly at her. She stopped short and put her hands up. Oops, she'd obviously stumbled onto someplace she shouldn't have. She noticed another female with a bow and a swordsman guarding a wrought iron gate. Hmm.....that piqued her interest greatly. She took a few more steps forward. Perhaps this was where she'd find one of her teachers that Master Nathan had told her to look up. Or then again as one of the archers approached her, maybe not.

"Hey there! Stop!" The female with a deep voice growled. Shiloh blinked at her, but stopped dead in her tracks. 

The other female bounded over to them. "Kasha, leave her be. That's Shiloh."

The dark haired one, Kasha by name, lowered her bow. "Ah. Alrighty then."

Shiloh breathed out a sigh of relief and smiled at the lighter haired female wearing brown leather armor. "Who are you and how do you know me?"

"Gina's the name and Alfons told us you'd stop by sooner or later, yup."

Shiloh nodded. Alfons, hrm. "And what is this place?"

Kasha laughed. "Heh. This is the hideout of Betancuria's thieves' guild."

"Oh!" Shiloh gasped and looked around surreptitiously.

Gina joined Kasha in laughing mirthfully. "Alfons is already waiting for you! Go ahead." She winked at her before resuming her guard duty, allowing Shiloh to pass.

She approached the guard at the door, who promptly opened it for her. She smiled at him shyly and made her way up the stairs into the hideout of the thieves' guild. As she walked in, she glanced around curiously. Loud raucous music assaulted her ears immediately and she took note of the different people milling around. 

Then a young woman, perhaps two or three years older than Shiloh, clad in some really scanty clothes, grinned widely when she spotted Shiloh and quickly approached her. She beamed at Shiloh, her smile lighting up her whole face. Immediately Shiloh felt at ease. "Hi there! I'm Tarleth. Nice to meet you, Shiloh."

Shiloh returned the smile. "How do you know my name?"

"Master Nathan said you'd be around sooner or later, so we were warned." Tarleth winked at Shiloh rather conspiratorially and laughed.

"Nice to meet you then, Tarleth." Shiloh joined her laughing.

"But you'd better be careful around Alfons today. Something went wrong last night, and he's been cussing ever since. Almost bit my head off when I said hi earlier."

Shiloh gulped. "What happened? And what can you tell me about this place?"

"It's our base of operations so to say. Alfons runs the show. You've met him yet?"

"No, I haven't, but Master Nathan told me to look Alfons up for a lesson."

"He's not so bad. Maybe a little ill-tempered from time to time. Don't take it personal if he tries to bite your head off. It's just his way to speak his mind freely." Tarleth advised. 

"I see," she nodded, wondering what she'd gotten herself into.

"This little hideout is our current base of operations. It's a good place to rest and relax. If you don't mind sleeping with snoring scoundrels, that is!" Tarleth grinned again.

"Uh, sleeping with snoring scoundrels?" Shiloh cocked an eyebrow at her as visions of that scoundrel Vico filled her head. 

"Heh don't worry, nobody will try to get under your skirts. The boys have been told that Master Nathan wishes they keep their fingers off you." Tarleth smiled.

"Yeah, I know. It's made it difficult to have any fun," Shiloh snorted, a cross look on her face.

"Well, maybe Pett will. I've never seen him turn down an offer." Tarleth winked at her. "Also, we run a little, uh, shop. The prices are lousy but the guild buys just about anything without asking questions."

"Pett, huh? That's good to know."

"There's also Mando and Jacia. You can talk to them about an occasional job. And Jacia sells a few special goods. Poisoning stuff and the like."

Shiloh frowned glumly. "Master Nathan said I have to pass my lessons first."

"Yes I know. Still it might be worth talking to them. Nothing bad about earning a few extra coins, right?"

"I might talk to them later then."

"Oh and one more thing, a word of advice. Be careful when you try to break into a locked house. The Dhorn patrols usually kill thieves on sight."

Shiloh nodded. "I'll remember that. Thank you."

"Well, see you around," Tarleth bade her before she resumed what she had been doing before Shiloh had walked through the door. She walked a few steps and poked her head through a doorway and took notice of a man whose thick beard covered most of his face and a woman who was wearing black leather from head to toe conversing quietly. She hoped the man was Alfons. She approached him confidently and smiled as she caught his eye. "Greetings."

"Grr, yes! What do you want!?" He barked at her.

"Are you Alfons?" Shiloh asked, eyeing him cautiously.

"Yes, indeed! Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Shiloh. Master Nathan sent me. I'm here for a lesson," she replied as she placed her hands on her hips.

Alfons growled at her. "We're in deep shit and Nathan sends me little girls so I can hold their hands! I don't have time for that! Get out!"

Shiloh was taken aback by his rudeness. She huffed in indignation, glaring at him. "You shouldn't vent your spleen on me. I'm only here because I was told to come here and furthermore, everyone I have met so far in this place has told me you were expecting me! Now if it's not too much to ask, will you tell me what has your codpiece in a bunch?"

He raised an eyebrow at the sassy girl standing in front of him and shook his head. "Don't waste my time!"

She tapped her foot and took a deep breath. "I just thought that I could help perhaps," she smiled at him sweetly.

Alfons rolled his eyes. "You probably won't leave us be unless I tell you, huh? Listen and listen good."

Shiloh nodded at him. 

"We've got trouble with the Dhorn. They took over one of our hideouts last morning. Must have gotten a hint. Caught our people totally by surprise. Killed five of our folks. We also lost bunch of goods that were meant for export. Now I've got to send people to get our goods back and also kill the bastards involved. Vico's already briefed, and Cata will join him as soon as we're done here."

"Vico..." Shiloh groaned the blackguard's name.

"Ah, you've met him?" Alfons asked and watched as a scowl crossed her face.

"Yes, unfortunately, I have," she retorted and muttered something incoherent under her breath. How she hated that man!

Alfons cocked an eyebrow at her. "He's really good. One of our best."

Shiloh scoffed as she turned her scornful eyes upon him. "He's an asshole."

Alfons cleared his throat. "What you say?"

Her glaring eyes met his. "I said he's an asshole. I hate that no-good son of a bitch."

Alfons stared at her, disbelieving the words that came out of her mouth. He shook his head. "Yeah, well, I don't care what you think of him. My problem is that the whole operation will take a lot of time to be properly executed. I'll have to delay other things that were due this week. Cat was supposed to do a burglary job tonight which we'll have to postpone now. And this might upset some of our friends. Worse, it might make other people believe we're getting weak."

"Maybe I could help out."

"You?" Alfons roared with laughter.

"Hey now! I have learned a thing or two and anyway, what's lost if I try?"

"This is not one of your little games. If you screw up and get caught, you will die."

Shiloh gave him a serious look, tapping her foot on the floor. "I want to try anyway. I'm tired of stupid tests and scrubbing pots. Furthermore, if I really screw up I deserve death. But I won't screw up."

He stroked his chin and studied her for a couple of moments. "Nathan will have my hide if something happens to you."

"I won't let anybody catch me," Shiloh persuaded him.

"Alright, talk to Cat for the details." 

Shiloh turned to Cata and smiled. Cata gave her a hard look and sneered at her. "Listen, little girl, if you want to play cute, go wiggle your ass at Vico."

Shiloh huffed at her. "Just tell me what the details are," she demanded.

"There's a wizard living on the Isle of Men. He owns the great tower. It's full of traps and other nasty things. The wizard's away for a couple days. Your job is to break into the tower. May want to pick up a rope for this job. See Dalino for that. Anyway, once you're inside the tower, find the bedroom. The wizard's got an old clock on his desk beside his bed. Exchange that clock for this one here, and hit the road. And do not get caught." Cata handed her the clock and a haversack to carry it in and waved her on.

Shiloh made a face at her and turned away, muttering to herself. She examined the clock as she walked away. Gee, this thing was already ancient one hundred years ago. She placed the clock inside the haversack and left the room. She shook her head. These people were not nice and that damned Vico was the worst of them. She never wanted to see that scoundrel again. She left Alfons' office and passed by Tarleth, putting the haversack on her back beneath her cloak. She headed into the main room of the hideout, and noticed two people sitting at a table playing a game with dice. It looked interesting, but she really wasn't sure how the game was played. 

Then Vico stepped into her path. "If it isn't my little birdie. Nice to see you've finally found the way in," he grinned at her.

She turned an icy glare upon him. "I'm NOT your little birdie, asshole."

Vico chuckled at her. "I've missed you too. Think I could get a smoochie?"

She growled and pulled her short sword from its sheath at her waist. Her eyes never left his.

"Easy, girl. Relax. I don't want to hurt you."

"Just like when we met, right? Or all the others times you've put your filthy hands on me?" Shiloh growled and clutched her weapon. She could not say what he might be thinking. His eyes were cold, making her feel uncomfortable. She remembered those eyes too well, staring down at her when he... She pushed that thought out of her mind. She didn't want to think about that awful night. "I swear one day I will make you pay for what you've done to me."

It happened so quickly. She never even saw him move but suddenly she felt a sharp pain on her cheek. Then he waved his knife before her face, the blade covered with her blood. She gasped, quaking with fear. Her whole face paled.

"Silly girl! If you want revenge, don't announce it to the world. I could kill you on the spot. And I would if I considered you a threat," he growled at her menacingly.

Shiloh gave him a hateful glare. Gods, he made her so angry! Yet she couldn't deny the overwhelming pull he had on her. Deep down a part of her wanted him like none other. More so than Caron or even Rhys. She lowered her eyes and tried to regain control of her rampant desires. She smiled as a thought entered her mind. If you can't beat them, join them. She looked back up at him with a smile on her face. Then she leaned in towards him and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. She could tell that he was completely taken aback by her actions. He touched his cheek where she kissed him, staring at her as she smiled at him sweetly. "Nathan likes you, did you know that?" Vico asked, grinning evilly.

She nodded her head as she stepped closer to him.

"Guess he likes having a Royal in the gang. But don't let it go to your little head. The whore houses were full of cunts like you before the Dhorn came."

"Do you have to talk like that?"

He ignored her, goading her further. "You probably remind him of his daughter. Or maybe he just likes your ass."

"But it's a really cute piece of ass. Even you can't deny that, Vico. After all, you're the one who's put so much energy into beating it and warning Caron off. Makes me wonder what it is to you what I do? What do you care who I fuck?"

He rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. "How about you show me you are more than a pair of cute eyes and tits."

"Why don't you go fuck yourself? Or better yet, Trissa."

He scoffed at her, ignoring her comment about Trissa. "I'm being serious, birdie. I've got a task for you."

"Oh really? What does big bad Vico wish of me? Do you want me to show you my ass again so you can put your hands on it?"

"If I wanted your ass, I'd take it. Listen to me. There's a renegade rogue running loose, overstepping his boundaries. His name's Rick. Got a little gang of cutthroats gathered around him and now takes money from the citizens for passing through 'his' territory north of the harbor. He's bribed a few Dhorn to look the other way, which in itself shows he's kind of talented. However, we cannot have him drag our name through the dirt. I want him dead."

Shiloh shivered as she recalled her altercation with Rick Cars. "I have met that Rick Cars. He stole some money from me," she hung her head and studied her feet as the tears welled in her eyes. She didn't want Vico to see it, though. She knew he'd think she was just a weak little girl.

"Then you should be careful around him, birdie. He will most likely not only rob you again, but rape you as well. I have warned you," he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.

"I'm not your little toy you can order around at your leisure!"

"If you have your doubts about this job go and see him. But like I told you, be careful. He's like twenty times stronger than you, not to mention his gang guarding him all the time."

"And how am I supposed to kill him if he's so strong? And why do I have to do your dirty work? Why can't you kill him if you want him dead so badly?"

"I have my reasons. The punk is beneath me. Listen to me closely. You can sneak into his little house and cut his throat while he's asleep. Or you can also let him fuck you on the pavement until he dies from exhaustion. I don't care, as long as he dies. Come back to me when you've got something to report."

She nodded at him and sank her hands into his tunic. She grabbed whole bunches of the fabric and pushed him against the wall with all the strength she could muster. He gave her an expectant look and grabbed her ass. She released the hold she had on his shirt and slid her arms upwards to cup his face. Pressing herself against him, she kissed his lips possessively before she pulled away, flashing him a satisfied smile.

"Mmmm....," she purred as she moved away from him. "Delicious."

She turned away from him and headed toward the door. Vico followed close behind her and cornered her on the stairs. "Look here, little cunt. I don't know who you think you're messin' with, but I am not someone you can play games with." 

He lifted her skirt, exposing her bare bottom beneath, and delved his fingers into her wetness. She squirmed as she felt him penetrate her roughly. He pulled them back and brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean. Shiloh groaned at the sight. Spinning her around, he pushed her face first into the wall and pressed himself against her ass. She groaned as she could feel the heat of his swelling cock through the fabric of his pants. She whimpered and bucked her hips. "Please," she muttered back to him, her voice taking on an almost begging tone.

Vico chuckled low in his throat and plunged his fingers back into her steamy snatch. She moaned and shuddered against him. In order to silence her, he covered her mouth with his free hand and used his body to keep her flush against the wall. He withdrew as quickly as he had entered her. Shiloh squirmed in protest. Then her breathing quickened as his fingers parted her downy curls and sank into a moist velvety heat once more. He teased her, grinding the heat of his hardness into the fleshy mounds of her bottom. She whimpered against his hand and rocked her hips. She gasped as two of his fingers surged inside her. He then pressed the pad of his thumb against the small, firm bud of her clitoris. Shiloh whimpered as the delightful pleasure built up. She groaned against his hand before wholly giving in to the splendid sensations that threatened to erupt from deep inside her nether core. He plunged two fingers inside her, hooking them against her front walls where he sought and found her magic sweet spot. Shiloh yelped as quietly as she could possibly manage before exploding magnificently around him. She soaked him thoroughly, her musky scent filling his nostrils. He pulled his hand away from her mouth, allowing a pleasured moan to slip from her lips.

"More, I want more," Shiloh begged, writhing blissfully in the sweet pleasure he bestowed upon her sensitive clit. She bucked her hips against his hand. He chuckled again. It sounded almost animalistic and feral. She looked over her shoulder at him. He nipped her ear and brought his free hand down on her bare bottom, delivering a stinging slap. She hissed low in her throat. Turning around to face him, she gripped the laces on his pants and deftly began to undo them.

"Come," he coaxed and led her to the bottom of the stairs. He reached behind a torch sconce and pulled a lever which caused one of the wall panels to open. She gasped in wonder as it blended so perfectly with the stone walls. He shoved her through it and closed the panel behind them.

She looked around in amazement at the large spacious room before her. It looked like someone's living room. A cheery fireplace flanked one wall with two leather chairs sitting in front of it. She noticed bookshelves, a large couch, and what looked like an altar also in the room. He marched her across the room and into a good sized bedroom. 

"Is this where you live?" Shiloh asked, noting his familiarity with it.

He shoved her to the bed, ignoring her question. It took mere moments for him to divest himself of his tunic and pants. Grabbing her by the hair, he dragged her face to his crotch. Shiloh took the hint and grasped his cock with both her hands. She pulled away for a moment and looked him straight in the eyes.

Shiloh bent her head forward so that her mouth was inches from Vico's ear. A wave of longing hit her hard; she forced it back and whispered, "Why do you want me?"

A shudder wracked her body as her breath brushed his ear and neck. She was holding on by a thread, and she knew it. Damn it! She didn't know exactly when her plan had gone wrong, but she no longer cared. 

Vico turned his head and looked into Shiloh's eyes, inches away. The heat in her deep blue gaze was blinding. The rich, musky scent of female wafted from Shiloh's body and teased his nose. 

Shiloh swallowed thickly; she was powerless to resist Vico. Even if she ended up just another notch on his bedpost, there was no turning back. She wanted this. Desperately. She knew she should hate him more than anything, but she could not deny the magnetic pull he had on her.




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His eyes reflected the same heat and anticipation, and something ... more. She held his gaze, and whispered raggedly a second time, "Why do you want me?"

Hunger and desire roared in his ears as he sucked Shiloh's lower lip into his mouth. He bit down roughly and then traced the soft, lush skin with his tongue. Kissing Vico was like discovering the act for the first time. They explored each other, curiously, hungrily. Beneath it all, for Shiloh, it was the knowledge that this was Vico's mouth. She tasted Vico's lips, and her tongue danced with his. 

Vico moved to kiss a path along Shiloh's jaw to the base of her ear. He rubbed his face against the soft skin of Shiloh's neck and then opened his mouth and nipped the sensitive spot. Shiloh arched into him. Shiloh ran her hands down the length of Vico's chest, and Vico's breath caught in his throat. He closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. Shiloh's touch was enough to make him explode. But Vico wanted so much more. He pressed his body into Shiloh's, against the bed, and they both groaned at the rough contact. 

"Vico."

Shiloh brought a hand to rest on Vico's collarbone and slowly slid south, her thumb tracing a path down the center of the blackguard's torso until her hand rested flat on Vico's lower abdomen, inches from paradise. 

Vico groaned. "By the hells, Shiloh."

Shiloh slid her other hand along the length of Vico's ribcage and back up, brushing a thumb across Vico's nipple. Shiloh smiled at Vico's shuddered breath. She brought her hand down again and allowed it to rest on his hip. She soon realized that she had wanted this for so long; she could hardly believe she was holding Vico in her hands, touching him, making him hard. On that last thought, Shiloh bent over him.

Vico's cock jumped eagerly in front of Shiloh's lips. The skin on Vico's cock had pulled back, revealing the large, rounded head. Shiloh greedily eyed the small bead of pre-cum that oozed out of the tip, and she felt Vico's hand thread through her hair. It was all the encouragement she needed.

She leaned in and swirled her tongue around the hard tip. The salty liquid was ambrosia, and Shiloh opened her mouth wide, in a quest for more. As inch after slow inch of Vico's cock slid past her lips, Shiloh's pussy throbbed. How many nights had she slept alone, dreaming of taking him like this? Yet no dream could compare to the reality of this moment. In this moment, she knew she had him exactly where she wanted him.

Shiloh savored the hard, complete sensation of Vico filling her. She took a firm grip on Vico's shaft and held him as she explored with her mouth. Shiloh relaxed her throat and took Vico's cock all the way to the balls. Then she swallowed. Vico's shuddered groan sounded pained. Shiloh had dreamed of this for so long, had dreamed of having control of him for so long, she wanted it to last forever. She moved slowly up and down, sucking Vico hard and making him writhe. Shiloh took the shaft deep and moaned, humming low in her throat.

Vico made a strangled sound and his grip in Shiloh's hair tightened. His hips, which had been thrusting shallowly against Shiloh's hands, started moving more powerfully, forcing a faster pace.

Shiloh felt the urgency as well and began to move up and down on Vico's shaft with purpose. Drawing hard, with a flick of tongue in just the right place, it wasn't long before Vico gasped a warning.

"Gods, Shiloh -- Shiloh, I'm gonna explode!" Shiloh took him in all the way. The sound of Vico's groans made her pussy ache almost painfully. Vico began to spurt into her throat, and Shiloh eagerly swallowed her lover's release. With Vico's cock still in her mouth, Shiloh dropped a shaky hand to her swollen clit, and it only took a few frantic strokes upon it before she was coming as hard as she had earlier when Vico had her pressed against the wall.

She pulled back and smiled innocently before she climbed off of the bed. Vico watched her as she started to remove her clothing, stripping before his very eyes. "Where did my little birdie learn to suck like a whore?" he asked as he reached for his clothes.

Shiloh thrust out her lower lip in a pout as she realized what was going on. He couldn't be through with her already. He had to fuck her now. She badly needed to be fucked hard. "That's my little secret," she purred as she grabbed the tunic from his hands and tossed it to the floor. "Don't say we're done here?"

"I'm done with you. Put your clothes back on and get out of my sight, little slut." Vico growled and pushed up off the bed. He picked up his tunic and tucked it into his pants before tightening the laces upon them. 

Shiloh glared at him. "You asshole!"

Vico laughed, "Do you think I'd fuck you after you've been fucking everything that moves? I'm surprised you don't have a sore cunt from fucking the sailors down on the docks. Do you really think Nath would be very happy if he knew how you were earning your money?"

She hissed in indignation. "You got that all wrong, asshole! Rhys didn't pay me to fuck him. He was giving me lessons, if you must know. I had to learn somehow since you did me a supreme disservice of ripping my clothes off and shoving your dick in me. That didn't teach me a thing."

His face darkened and he flashed a look at her that made her squirm. Then he drew back his hand and slapped her viciously. The impact knocked Shiloh to the ground. She hit with a thump, her head bouncing off the stone floor. Her hands shook as she touched her face. She wiped her nose and noticed the blood. A sob slipped from her lips. How could he be so cruel?

He yanked her to her feet by her hair. She yelped from the pain and rubbed her scalp as he led her back to the panel in the wall. Opening it from the inside, he shoved her back out into the corridor at the base of the stairs leading up to the hideout. "Get out of my sight and don't let me see you until you have something to report!" He turned on his heel and headed back up the stairs. She made a rude gesture at his back and quickly left the hideout. She dashed past Kasha and Gina, only slowing down when she needed to sneak back the way she had came in order to make it back to Drago's cellar.

She let out a sigh of relief when she crossed the final bridge and ran back up the stairs, nearly running into Drago in the process. He caught her, steadying her, his eyes raking over her.

"Glad t'see y'in one piece," he said. "What happened t'ya?"

"I made it through the sewers, got my key from Stan, and found my way into Alfons' hideout," she told him as she wiped her nose. "I had an altercation with Vico. We don't get along all that well. He's always so mean to me. I hate that bastard!"

Drago took note of her flushed skin and swollen lips. He knew there was more to it than she had admitted. Yet he knew it was probably for the best to keep her mind on the matters at hand. "Quite slick. I'm gonna tell Nath that ya know 'ow t 'sneak yer way 'round."

"Heh, you do that. Oh, by the way," she remembered what she'd overheard earlier. "I overheard a conversation between two strange people down in the sewers. It was about the Dhorn, and they are looking for certain people in the city, and they have hired somebody to search for them."

"Best tell Nath 'bout that, girl. He'll know what t' make out o' that." Drago suggested. "But it'd be for the best if you cleaned up first."

Shiloh scowled at him and walked away. Clean up first! No! She wanted Master Nathan to see the damage Vico had inflicted on her. Perhaps then he'd actually do something about it.



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 10



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Finding Comfort

She left the warehouse behind and pulled the hood of her cloak up over her head. The rain had slowed to a light drizzle. She stopped on the short pier across from The Swordfish Tavern and looked around for Rhys. When she didn't see him, she headed further down the docks. She spotted him and Ashur. They stood at the end of another short pier. They seemed to be talking quietly amongst themselves while drinking from a shared flask. She skipped over to them, smiling brightly. 

"Hey sweetie," Rhys returned her smile until he caught sight of her face. His face darkened dangerously, his eyes flashing angrily. "Who hit you?"

Shiloh lowered her eyes as she closed the distance. "I'd rather not talk about it, Rhys. Can we go somewhere private?"

"Sure, honey," he cocked an eye at Ashur. "Cover for me?"

"Only if you save me some," he guffawed and winked at Shiloh.

"I think that can be arranged," Shiloh replied and turned on her heel. Rhys followed her to the dockhouse and together they made their way down through the trapdoor and into The Wildcat. He led her to the upstairs bedroom he'd taken her to before.

"Talk to me, sweetie. How can I protect you if you don't tell me who has hurt you?" Rhys' brow furrowed with concern as he cupped her face in his hands.

"It was Vico. We got into a fight of sorts. It was stupid. I hate the way the bastard toys with me. One minute he's a rude asshole and the next he has me willing to do anything he wants me to and I can't help but want to do it. He seems to know everything I do and worst yet, he's done everything he can to warn off any other man who is interested in me. He acts like he owns me and it makes me so mad. But the worst thing about it is...." she broke off and began to cry.

"Shhh, honey, let it all out. Rhys will make it all better for you. Just talk to me, my sweet."

Shiloh sobbed until her eyes burned. She hiccupped and wiped her nose then buried her face into Rhys' neck. He tenderly held her, rocking her in his arms. "That's it, sweetness, let it all out."

With tears staining her cheeks, she pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "The worst thing is I can't stay away from him. Part of me craves his touch. I must be crazy. He raped me yet I can't help wanting him to do it again. He has been so cruel to me. The bruises on my ass are all from him. He takes pleasure in spanking me and I'm actually starting to like it. I don't want to like it, but I do. Every time I see him, I want to pull my clothes off and beg him to fuck me. I've tried substituting other guys, but it's not the same, Rhys. You have been the only exception to that. What is wrong with me?"

"Sounds like you both have a mutual obsession stemming from a traumatic experience," he surmised thoughtfully. 

Shiloh buried her face into a pillow and screamed into her voice gave out. He gathered her in his arms and held her gently, soothing her softly. 

"Sweetie, things will get worse before they get better," he cautioned. "I would love nothing more than to take you away from here and him, but I can not do so without tipping my hat, so to speak. But if you find yourself in need of a place to go, you can come to me. I am here for you."

Shiloh sniffled, drying her eyes on the bed sheet. "Some bald headed guy on the docks today told me you had a wife and a passel of kids tucked away in the western part of the city. Is that true? If so, how can I come to you?"

Rhys chuckled, "She's not my wife. It's a cover, is all. She's an old friend from way back. Her husband used to be my partner. Some Dhorn general caught him snooping around and killed him. Ever since then, I've done all I can to take care of her. She's recovering from losing him and is sweet on Ashur. I wouldn't be surprised if by the end of this investigation that he ends up marrying her."

She let out a sigh of relief. "Then I am relieved to hear that you aren't taken."

"No, not ol' Rhys. I scare most women. My height is more than they can handle and well, so isn't my cock. Most girls I've met want to touch it, play with it, stroke it, but say it's far too big for them to have inside them."

"I love the size of it," she smiled.

"I am aware of that. I don't think they realize that pussies are made to stretch," he chuckled then turned a serious look at her. "So tell me what all happened with Vico."

She took a deep breath. "It'll take a while."

"I have time."

"Alrighty then. There is this guy named Caron that I like. He's been working around The Bear Pit and he's rather fond of me. We flirt with each other and it escalated to the point where I coaxed him to go somewhere private with me. Caron is so sweet. Well, Vico interrupted our tryst and told Caron to never let him catch him with me again. I got mad at him and made a scene at The Bear Pit. I tried talking to Master Nathan, but all he told me to do was leave well enough alone where Caron is involved. They don't want me to see him. Master Nathan said that I was off limits. That made me so mad. I tried to pack my things and leave but Chella stopped me. Then today I was working on my stealth lesson and found my way to the thieves' guild hideout in the sewers. I ran into Vico there. Things got out of hand and I told him I'd make him pay for the way he'd been treating me. He cut my face with his blade and told me not to announce my intentions out loud and that he could kill me before I ever knew what had happened to me if he ever considered me a threat. Like I could be a threat to big bad Vico.

"Something snapped inside my brain and I kissed him on the mouth. I don't know why I did it. I should hate him. I kissed him then I walked away. I left the hideout and he followed me. He caught me on the stairs and pressed me against a wall. He shoved his fingers inside me and played with me until I exploded. It felt so good. Then he dragged me into a secret room and tossed me on the bed. I wanted him to fuck me. I would have begged him to fuck me, but he didn't. So I thought if I did something for him, he would fuck me."

"Did he fuck you, sweetie?"

"No, I..... sucked..... his dick and let him cum in my mouth. He asked me where I learned to do that and he taunted me, accusing me of fucking sailors for money. He made me so mad and I admitted that you'd never paid me, that you were giving me lessons. He slapped my face and knocked me to the floor. He told me he was through with me. But before that, I was so ready to be fucked. He made my pussy ache to be filled. What is wrong with me, Rhys? Am I crazy?"

"You are not crazy, sweetie. And there is nothing wrong with you that spending a few hours in my arms can't fix. You'll see, honey. I'll make you forget that asshole." Rhys chuckled as he nuzzled her. "Now why don't you clean up and get out of those clothes?"

Shiloh beamed at him and dashed off the bed. It took only a few paces to reach the steps of the marble bathing basin. She climbed to the top of it, overlooking the room. Rhys approached her curiously. Despite the fact she was elevated on the basin wall, he still towered over her by well over a head, and he looked down at her, capturing her eyes with his own, deep blue eyes that seemed both warm and concerned at the same time. She reached for his hands, pulling him a little closer, reveling in the pungent odor of his body, not at all unpleasant despite the tang of sweat and musk.

Shiloh's heart fluttered wildly in her breast as his hands clasped hers, despite the fact that she knew she could trust him implicitly. For a moment, she drowned in his eyes, and then very gently he bent to kiss her, tenderly at first, then as she responded, he plied her with a firmer kiss, warm and sweet, long and skillful. Shiloh slipped hers hands from his and allowed them to brush upwards, tracking the contours of his arms and shoulders until she could wrap her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss even more.

She flickered her tongue against his, and was rewarded by the feel of those strong arms tightening around her back, pulling her body against him, making her more aware than ever just how firmly muscled he was, how powerful the shoulders, how flat the belly, and how her thinly clad body could feel every muscle of his as though they were already naked. She knew him so intimately, had reveled in his strength, and found it to be to her liking. She couldn't resist him. She craved his touch upon her skin.

Rhys let loose a groan from somewhere deep in his throat as his cock swelled to full aching life. His leather breeches did little to disguise the raging bulge. His hands slipped down her back to lightly clasp her buttocks, discovering what he must already knew, that she wore nothing beneath her blue dress.

He pulled back from her and skillfully worked the levers that filled the bathing basin with heated water. It puzzled Shiloh how that was possible, but she did not question it. Obviously Rhys knew its secrets and for that she was thankful. She waited until he lifted her into his arms and stepped into the water, submerging her beneath the surface. 

Kicking and spluttering, she surfaced and made a wild grab for him, and received a splash for her trouble. Rhys kissed her again, waist deep as they knelt in the water, then ran his hands over her soaked dress, skillfully brushing her nipples with his thumbs to make them stand even tighter and higher than before, then peeling the ruined garment from her so that she was naked before him. She heard him moan as his gaze swept over her, his eyes alight with passion. She was so beautiful and he knew how lucky he was to know her as intimately as he did.

Shiloh stroked his chest, loving the contrast of the powerful muscles and the supple skin, his own small nipples tightened too as she slid her wet hands over them, and her heart flipped again, even as she felt a warmth grow between her legs. 

She ran her hands across his belly, savoring the tight musculature under his skin, and followed the trail of fine blond hair below his navel, until she reached the fastening of his leathers.

The bulge in his trousers seemed larger than normal, and for a moment, she hesitated as she started to peel the cloth away from his body. As she rolled down his clothing his engorged cock sprang into view, thick and long, standing erect amongst a dense thatch of hair.

He finished stripping off the trousers and they knelt together, naked in the water whilst their clothes lay forgotten in the floor. Seeking hands caressed each other, the slowly cooling water tempering their ardor long enough for them to enjoy washing each others bodies. She delighted in the curve of his buttocks, the feel of his lightly haired thighs under her hand, and shivered delightedly as his own hands pinched her nipples in just the way to make them tighten impossibly, then swept down her flanks to refamiliarize himself with her thighs, buttocks, and the narrow thatch of hair between her legs.

Shiloh lightly ran her hand along his cock and felt its heat through the water, amazingly, it increased in size with her touch, and she briefly feared its girth until his own exploring hands made her realize once more how hot her juices were flowing. One hand cupped her mound whilst his strong, clever fingers explored her, one dipped gently inside her, making her cry out softly with desire, and she felt another hot rush of fluid as her body prepared itself for him. 

He bent his head to her breast and sucked hard on her nipple, rolling it with his tongue, sensing just how much she could take then teasing her just a little further. She had never felt sensations quite like this, the cooling water, his hands finding more and more warmth in her, the blazing heat of his cock pressing against her and the insistent tug of his mouth and tongue, she felt as though her jelly legs would no longer hold her, and as if on cue he swept her up in his arms and carried her out of the marble basin, laying her down on the bed.

Rhys knelt above her, savoring the moment, taking in every inch of her body with his eyes and then with his hands. He kissed her again, this time using some of his weight to hold her down so that she had to wrap her arms around him tightly and press every inch of her body against his. Their skin felt exquisite pressed together, the water was drying fast and clean skin and damp hair tangled together as they lay entwined. The heat from his cock burned her skin. Shiloh wanted to feel him inside her and tried to part her thighs for him, but he was not yet ready for the final act. 

Slowly, he knelt over her, kissing her breast, belly, and thighs, in a daze she felt him spread her legs and nuzzle between them. She was so wet now that his fingers slipped easily into her, two this time, as his tongue gently probed my engorged clit, flicking it lightly, teasing it whist his fingers massaged deep within her, making her cry out in amazed rapture when the first spasm rolled over her and she felt her inner muscles clench and squeeze around his skilled fingers.

Rhys brought his hand up dripping with her juices and encouraged her to taste herself. Amazed at her own daring, she was pleasantly surprised at the taste, and emboldened, moved to return the favor, pushing him onto his back so that she could straddle him and kiss her own way along his jawline, nibbling an ear in passing, and grazing her teeth lightly over his firm shoulder.

Shiloh traced a line down his belly with her tongue, circling his navel and following that tantalizing trail of hair to the base of his thick cock. Pausing for a second, she breathed the scent of him deeply into her lungs, loving the clean musk of him.

Lightly trailing her tongue along his cock, she tasted the salty pre-cum at the tip, and suddenly greedy, enfolded him in her mouth and feasted on the texture and size of him. She could barely fit him all in her mouth and used her hands as well to manipulate the satiny skin and massage the heavy balls and the delicate skin around them. For all her skill, it was not enough at that moment. He pulled her mouth off his cock and looked her in the eye.

Rhys rolled her onto her back and spread her legs wide apart with his strong hands. She loved the feel of his callused palms, evidence of the hours of work he did, and how soft the skin of her inner thighs felt under them. His cock brushed against her and was immediately coated in her own slick juices, her belly tightened with need. She cried out as he thrust strongly into her, in one quick, decisive movement that left her gasping for breath and amazed at how snugly that he fit within her.

His arms were tight about her as they started to move together, her abdominal muscles tightening as she thrust against him, his strong, steady strokes hammering her into the mattress. His muscles gleamed with a slight sweat as they labored together, matching their bodies one against the other.

It seemed for a short, delirious time as though they would continue forever, but she soon felt the fluttering sensations becoming more insistent and she thrust against him with increased ardor. His breathing was hoarse now, his hands urgent on her skin and his cock so impossibly large that her universe filled with nothing more that the awareness of his body joined with hers. A few longer, delicious strokes and she felt his balls tighten and his seed shoot hot and abundant into her body. The spasms rolled over her again, her muscles clenching him over and over again, until she was too weak to do more than collapse beneath him, feeling safe in his strong arms.

"Ya done with her yet, old man?" A silky voice purred from the doorway. 

Rhys rolled over and looked back, catching sight of Ashur. He guffawed loudly and bounded up off the bed. "She's all yours, my friend."

"Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!" Ashur whooped as he approached the bed. He caught sight of Shiloh's blissfully rosy skin. "Mmm mmm mmmmmmmm...."

It took him mere seconds to push his trousers down his hips and kick them off. Shiloh spread herself delightfully for him, inviting him to sample her passion. Her eyes caught sight of his bobbing erection. She licked her lips at the thought of feeling it within her once more.

"You are so hot," Ashur purred. She grinned wickedly. He found her passionate fervor to be endearing and incredibly inviting.

"Ya gonna fuck me..."

Ashur raked his eyes over her, noting her passion flushed skin, her taut nipples and swollen pussy lips. He joined her on the bed and reached out to touch her. He cupped her luscious breasts in his hands, teasing her nipples into tighter peaks with his thumbs, causing her to cry out and squirm. He smiled and pressed her nipples tightly between his fingers and she moaned out, her body trembling. She was amazing. He ran his hands lower, over her flat stomach to her mound. He parted her legs gently and she willingly opening herself for him, begging for his touch. He obliged and found her soaked. 

She moaned, arching her hips up to meet his fingers, overcome with need. She let out a soft dreamy sigh as his fingers gently ran along her sensitive pussy lips, his index finger teasing her aching clit. Shiloh couldn't stand much more of this torture and ran her hands back along his body, pulling his mouth down to hers, kissing him hungrily, wanting to make him feel the way she felt. He moaned into her mouth and she smiled, running her nails down his back, and this drove him wild. She moved to bite on his neck and the instant she did he drove two fingers into her wanting pussy, making her arch in surprise and pleasure. 

She felt so good around his now dripping fingers, her moans and responses driving him crazy. Ashur moaned as her hands found his cock again, stroking it with purpose now, her lips merciless on his tender ear. He moved his fingers in and out of her pussy slowly, teasingly, until she started to whimper and scream out in frustration before he lay over her, thrusting his fingers in and out of her fast and deep, fucking her with his fingers, and she wasn't complaining. 

"Ooooohhhhhhh gods Ashur!" 

He paused a moment at the sound of his name, pleasure coursing through his body at her breathy gasp. He wanted to hear it again, needed to hear his name falling from her lips. He placed his lips near her ear and thrust his fingers into her hard and fast once more, curling his fingers inside of her and rubbing against her inner pleasure spot, causing her pussy to tremble around his fingers, tightening around them. He knew she was close to orgasm and rubbed hard on her tender clit. She surprised him by biting hard on his shoulder before throwing her head back against the bed, her chest pressed deliciously high in the air. He leaned down and sucked one of her amazing nipples into his mouth, biting on it gently with his tongue and she cried out.

"Oh gods Ashur! I'm going to --- ohhhhh my gods!!"

Her mind was blank with pleasure as his fingers threw her into one of the most intense orgasm she had ever felt, her pussy tightening completely around his fingers, drawing them deeper inside of her, her cum dripping all over his hand. Ashur slowed his rhythm to gently stroking her, letting her come down from her high before he knelt between her legs, wanting to be inside of her tight pussy so bad it almost hurt. Her eyes flew open as she felt the tip of his cock brush her pussy lips, hearing his moan and she flashed the sexiest smile he had ever seen.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 10



"Not quite so fast, you don't have all the control here."

Her statement intrigued him until he felt himself being pushed down onto his back, her tongue lashing hungrily on his hard cock. He gasped and moaned, having a hard time controlling his body, his hands fisting in her hair and guiding his cock into her mouth. She obliged and took his cock completely down her throat, the feeling pushing him over the edge of his control. Ashur sat up on his knees and she moved to make room and to still be able to suck on his cock. He grabbed her hair and guided his cock in and out of her, fucking her mouth. She moaned and the vibrations made him scream in pleasure. Flicking her tongue over every inch of his hardness, Shiloh smiled, pleased with her abilities, loving the fact she was in control now. Sucking him harder and faster, she could feel him tighten. Closing her lips tight she felt him thrust deep into her mouth, tasting him. She looked up at him and met his glazed eyes, swallowing every drop. Ashur smiled down at her and then gently pulled her up his body, laying her on her back again and resting himself on top of her.

"Ya're fucking amazing."

She grinned wickedly again, "My pleasure, gorgeous."

Ashur placed the head of his cock, already hard again, against the entrance of her soaked pussy. She groaned lustily.

"But I promise ya...This will feel so much better, honey..."

For some reason the endearment on his lips sounded so right, and her heart fluttered inside her chest just as his cock filled her. It was nothing short of taking possession, his thrusts were slow and deep, his arms wrapped around her, his lips close to her ear, whispering sweet nothings over and over as if he knew how nice it sounded to her. Shiloh moaned and screamed softly as she thrashed against his body, his name pouring out over her lips, her whole body taken by his control, her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him tightly and screaming his name as he sent her into orgasm.

"Ohhhhhhh gods ASHUR!"

He felt her pussy tighten around his cock, and knew she was cumming again before the warmth of her wetness drenched his cock. He drove into her now, her orgasm pushing him out of his control again, her pussy so wonderfully tight around his cock, pulling him deeper into her. He needed to feel her cum again, wanted to feel her cum once again around his cock. He drove his cock hard into her pussy and she screamed out in pleasure, her nails raking along his back, making him grunt and moan. He reached between them and found her clit with his thumb, rubbing it hard in small circles.

And she could do nothing but moan and squirm beneath him, letting him control her body. She panted and moaned his name over and over and that fact just made him thrust deeper, to tease her clit with more power. She loved it. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh don't stop oh please don't stop! Ohhhh gods I'm so close! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my gods I'm going to -----!!"

He pounded her relentlessly, amazed she could cum again so quickly but he felt her pussy tighten even further on his cock and he couldn't take it anymore. Throwing his head back with a harsh cry he plunged into her and came deep within her pussy. 

She was trembling when he finally regained his breath and pulled out of her, collapsing beside her. "That was fucking amazing."

Rhys crawled back onto the bed, stiff cock in hand. "I'll say and I was only watching," he smacked Shiloh's thigh and rolled her over onto her front. His hands caressed her creamy bruised bottom. He pulled her to her hands and knees and spread her ass cheeks, his tongue delving into her forbidden depths. Shiloh moaned and squirmed. She was sure she'd burn in the hells for enjoying this.

She sighed as she felt him sliding a finger into the puckered hole. He added a second finger and slowly slid his throbbing cock into her pussy. She moaned and pushed back against him as he thoroughly covered himself in her slippery juice. Then he placed the tip of his cock at the opening to her lovely ass and began to push. At first she tightened up but he reached for her clit and rubbed it making her moan and throw her hips back at him. She made a small scream into the blankets as its head popped onto her ass. He stayed still letting her once more become used to his size within her tight rear channel.

Under his careful ministration, Shiloh felt the wave of pain and dizziness quickly pass. She relaxed as her lover began to slowly fill her ass. She looked back at his face and felt a shiver of delight and lust course through her at his expression of pleasure. His blond hair lay like silk against his shoulders and his head was tilted back with his eyes closed. As if sensing she was watching he gazed upon her, his sapphire eyes blazing with need. He pushed the final inch of his cock into her, causing her to feel an itch begin in her cunt. She slipped her hand to her own pussy and slid two fingers inside. She could feel his cock through the thin wall and she rubbed at it.

Rhys moaned at the sensation that was so pleasurable that he jerked his hips frantically, filling her ass as he began to thrust. Slowly at first but increasing in speed as his need grew fiercely. He could feel her muscles clenching around him and he lost the last of his control. He grabbed her hips and began fucking her with abandon. His balls slapped against her hand as she fingered her cunt and rubbed her clit.

Shiloh was lost. She had never felt anything as exquisite as having Rhys fill her ass as she erupted in orgasm after another. She moaned and screamed and bucked back into him, her noises soon turning to animalistic growls. Just as she thought it couldn't feel better, she felt his cock expand larger and larger still and then the warmth of his seed filling her up. Another orgasm, larger than any of the ones before it, racked her body and she stiffened straightening up on her knees and clenching him deep inside her ass. Rhys circled her waist with his arms lightly biting her neck and slowly continuing to fuck her through her spasming climaxes until both collapsed from sheer exhaustion. She stayed there nestled beneath his body with him behind her even after his cock had slipped from her ass. He played with her breasts and whispered how exquisite she was until they caught their breath. Shiloh turned then to look at him. His strong body glistened with exertion in the shadowy light from the candle that flickered on a nearby table. 

A smile graced her face. "I must be the luckiest woman in the world to have both your wondrous attentions."

She groaned as she felt a tongue breach her lower lips. She spread herself open for Ashur and clutched his shoulders tightly. He nuzzled and nipped at the curly hair protecting her pussy while sliding his thumb upward through her drenched folds, spreading them. She caught her breath as his other thumb joined the first; then, together, they spread her lips apart. Ashur stared for a moment, licking his lips, and then leaned forward to bestow the sweetest of kisses to her most sensitive spot. 

She moaned, caught between watching him and simply falling back to enjoy the sensation. She opted for the former and saw his impish glance toward her. Then he leaned in and dragged his tongue from ass to clit. Her hips rocked into the motion of their own accord, pressing in when he did it again. And again.

"Ashur!"

He took that as a sign and finally took her clit between his lips and sucked. She groaned, her thighs trying to close on the sensation. He caught them, then slid his hands nearly to her knees and pressed them back almost to her chest. He pulled back and licked again. Laving her. Wetting her. She clutched her hands into the bed coverings above her head. Her eyes had fallen closed somewhere along the way, and she could only feel the hot press of his tongue as it danced over her sensitive skin. 

When he settled in to seriously suck her clit, she writhed beneath him, unable to help the churning of her hips as she scrabbled for climax. Almost there. So good! Almost there! 

"Ahhh!" she screamed, body clenching as molten pleasure shot from her pussy through the rest of her body.

"Delicious, honey," Ashur purred, rubbing his chin through her pulsing sex, watching her as she came down.

"Mmmm," she sighed, settling her sated body onto the bed. At least, she thought she was sated. Ashur's fingers toyed at her entrance, petting the lips apart as he extended his tongue so that just the tip nudged her clit. She squirmed. He chuckled, pushing in just a bit more to caress her inner walls. She groaned when he pressed in further, two fingers exploring.

She hissed when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. He purred and rubbed it again, the flat of his tongue against her clit. By the Gods, he was devouring her! She churned, she moaned, driven by the fingers that stretched her and the tongue that lashed her. The fingers matched her rocking rhythm, and two became three, and she felt almost full. Another rocking climax seized her body, and again she happily melted into the bedding.

Rhys held out his hand and she took it, allowing him to draw her to him until she was tucked safely and happily in the heat between their bodies. She let her hand drift down his belly, following the line of blond hair that trailed down toward his cock. She held it and stroked it, more for pleasure and just because she could. At her back, Ashur nuzzled her neck, sliding his still-wet cock through the crack of her ass.

She accepted the kiss that Rhys tipped her chin up for. She let Ashur lift her leg so he could ease his cock into her dripping passage. She needed this....to be held....to be spoiled with their delicious affections. These two gorgeous men were a gift to be treasured. She had to be so lucky to have them, if only in the briefest moments of overwhelming bliss. She purred as she felt both of Rhys's and Ashur's hands caressing her body softly. Ashur chuckled as he leisurely slid in and out of her pussy. 

Rhys did pull back then. He cradled her jaw with one hand, gazing deeply into her eyes. "Would you like to feel us both at once, like the other day?" Shiloh groaned. "Yesssssssssssssssssssss.....,"

Ashur's hand slid over her hip to her back so he could slide one long finger mostly into the crack of her ass. "Our little slut doesn't know how to tell us no." 

"And I never will."

Rhys reached for her and lifted her away from Ashur, dragging her until she lay on him, belly to belly. 

"Hmm," Ashur mused. "You must have read my mind. You knew I wanted her sweet ass." 

Smiling, Rhys maneuvered Shiloh and, with her help, lowered her slowly onto his cock. Ashur crawled down until he was positioned behind Shiloh as she writhed atop Rhys. 

"Less talk, more fucking," she growled, pushing up so she was braced on Rhys's chest. Rhys chuckled, tweaking her nipple. She moaned as Ashur again ran his wet cock down the crack of her ass. This time, however, he used both fingers to spread her, stretching her wide. He lapped at her shoulder. "You want this, honey?" 

In answer, she moaned and bucked her hips, "Yessssssssssss," she squeezed her pussy lips around Rhys, eliciting a groan from both her lovers. They all felt the hot drag of Ashur's cock as he slid it down into position. They all gasped at the sharp bite as he pushed forward. Under the onslaught, she could do no more than relax her body and push back at Ashur, simultaneously pushing down on Rhys. It was tight. She was full. It hurt. He stopped. She adjusted, and Ashur pushed forward more to assure her that she wasn't yet full. She knew what it felt like to experience being filled; after all, she'd had the pleasure of having them both at the same time before. It felt like nothing else she'd ever known. It was all a wonderful confusion of bodies and desires. Pushing, pulling. Filled and empty. Swelling and, finally, bursting into a gushing, entangling ooze that melded them all into one. 

Shiloh wanted to remain here like this with Rhys and Ashur forever. She looked down at him with soulful eyes, pleading, longing for eternity.

"Honey," he whispered as he reached up and stroked her hair. "What is it?"

Tears welled instantly. It was all too much to bear. 

"Don't cry, honey. Are you hurt? Do you need us to stop?" Rhys soothed her, wiping her tears away.

"Run away with me. Please, just take me away from here. Just the three of us. Let's go where no one else knows us and be together..... Forever. Please, Rhys. Take me away from here," Shiloh sobbed against his shoulder.

He stroked her skin tenderly. "Is that what you desire, my sweet?" 

"Yes, it's what I want. I love you.....,"

Ashur pulled away from her, extracting himself from her steamy bottom. He let out a deep sigh. "Sweetness, we'll take care of you."

She gazed deeply into Rhys's eyes then looked back at Ashur. Tears sparkled on her cheeks. "I knew you wouldn't let me down."

Rhys nodded, "You'll have to give me a few days to make arrangements with our superiors, but once I have everything ready, I will let you know. I know where we can go. Far away from the Dhorn, Vico, and your past. Trust me, honey. It'll all work out."

Shiloh nodded and clung to him. "Thank you," she whispered before she closed her eyes.



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 11



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Rivalry

Shiloh woke a few hours later still intimately pressed between Rhys and Ashur. She yawned and stretched, running her hand over their supple flesh. Rhys let out a groan and snuggled his head against her breasts. His silky hair tickled her nipples and she let out a tiny giggle.

"I could stay here like this forever," she purred, cuddling into both of them.

"As much as we'd like that as well, sugar, we can not. I have work to do if we plan to fulfill your wish of getting you away from here. Now, I'll need you to go about your lessons as usual. Do not tell anyone about this. It could be dangerous for all of us. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, of course, Rhys. I'll not say a thing."

He smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Now up with you. Don't you have other things you could be doing?"

She flashed him a pensive look and shook her head. "I could work on my pick-pocketing lesson, but this is much more fun."

"You really should do that. Just as a precaution so no one gets suspicious. There are a few things I wouldn't want to have to explain to my superiors. We would prefer to keep a good relationship with 'The Family.' Understand?"

Shiloh nodded in acquiescence. She did understand. She would not want to see any blood shed on her account. Except for maybe Vico, she thought to her as she scooted off the bed and gathered her clothing. She quickly washed then dressed herself. As she turned back to Rhys and Ashur, she noticed they had already pulled their clothes back on as well and both of them seemed to be holding a small pouch. She cocked an eyebrow at them.

"This is for you." Rhys handed his to her. "It's not what you think. Treat yourself to something nice, perhaps a pretty dress. I may have ruined the one you were wearing."

"Same here, but don't think of it as payment. I'd love to see you in something tight and feminine." Ashur replied as he handed her the one he held. 

A wide smile crossed her face and tears welled in her eyes. "Oh, what did I do to deserve you both?" She embraced and kissed one after the other. "I am truly the luckiest girl ever to have you both."

Rhys smiled at her and kissed her possessively. "I'll be in contact and oh, honey, try to avoid Vico. I'd hate to have to kill him."

"Same goes for me. You are far too sweet to be hurt so callously," Ashur agreed as he pulled her to him and gave her a soft kiss.

Tears welled in her eyes and she sniffled.

"Don't cry, honey. Don't think about it. We'll be in touch. I swear that to you. We have to go. There's work to be done. Come along." Rhys coaxed her to the doorway and led her back downstairs. He kissed her one last time before taking his leave of her, allowing her to make her own way back. Shiloh sat down on the steps and buried her face in her hands. It was so hard to go on and pretend nothing had happened. She drew in a deep breath and wiped her tears away. She had things to do. Things she must do. With a heavy sigh, she resigned herself to that fact and left The Wildcat. She sneaked out of the dockhouse and headed for North Betancuria. Her first stop was at the Dressmaker, Nora's. She carefully browsed the dresses the woman had in stock and finally decided on pretty purple mini-dress and tight form fitting black one. She smiled as she dug into the pouches that Rhys and Ashur had given her and paid the old woman for the dresses. 

Taking her leave, she headed back to the Bear Pit and found Caron in the hallway. She smiled at him sweetly. His eyes raked over her, noting the cut on her cheek. A concerned look crossed his face as he rushed to her side.

"What happened?" He touched her face tenderly.

"I picked a fight with Vico and as you can see, he put me in my place," Shiloh shrugged her shoulders.

"Did he hurt you? I'll kill him for touching you!" Caron growled, his face darkening dangerously.

"No, Caron, don't do that. Not on my account. It was stupid. I should have known better. Both Master Nathan and Alfons warned me and I didn't listen. He's not worth it."

"But you are."

Shiloh smiled. "I am touched that you think so, Caron, but don't. Don't give that asshole the satisfaction. I could not live with myself if he hurt you. Vico's very strong and he doesn't give a damn if he hurts someone. He likes hurting people. I learned that is what gets him off. It's best to leave well enough alone."

Caron scoffed derisively. "Must have been one hell of a fu- I mean fight."

She shook her head, knowing what he meant to say, but let it slide. "I passed another lesson."

"Do tell."

"I had to sneak through the sewers."

"Heh, smelly place, isn't it?" Caron laughed.

Shiloh wrinkled her nose, "Yes, quite so."

He grinned wickedly and laughed. "You should take a bath to get rid of the smell."

"So you can watch me again? Why, Caron, don't you like my sweet scents?" Shiloh grinned at him.

"Oh, but I do! Very much so," Caron chuckled.

"Are you very familiar with the sewers? I mean, you seemed to know your way around the other day when you took me down into that cellar."

"Oh yeah, I know them like I know the back of my hand. They're very handy for moving around in the city when you don't want to be seen. But you've got to be careful and avoid the rats and other things that live down there."

"Like Vico?" Shiloh laughed.

"Exactly," Caron grinned mischievously.

"Hrm, I suppose I shall have to explore them fully sometime."

"You really should. You know, as soon as I am done here, I'll probably go down there myself. Master Nathan has given me a rather important task. I am supposed to track down a group of men who are spying on him. It's rather confidential."

"Hrm, Dhorn?"

"I suspect that they are involved in it, too. I've gotten a hint that points towards the sewers, so that's where I'll continue with my inquiries."

"Say, Caron, I overheard two people talking in the sewers. One was a Dhorn, and they were talking about an organization that gave then trouble. The Dhorn wanted the other man to find out who those people behind that organization were."

"Oh, you should really tell Master Nathan immediately."

"I will, yes. I'm headed up there in a few minutes," she nodded as she took a few steps in that direction. 

"Good!" Caron smiled at her. "It's no wonder he's praising you all the time."

"He does?"

Caron nodded his head. "He has every right to."

"Hmm, well, he's usually reserved when he speaks to me," Shiloh cocked an eyebrow at Caron and wondered how he knew so much about what Master Nathan had said about her. Perhaps she'd have to get nosy and ask.

Caron took note of her reluctance to believe what he had told her. "I think he likes you a whole lot, Shiloh."

"Uh, you mean?"

Caron laughed mirthfully. "Heh, now THAT'S an interesting picture. But no, my sweet little Shiloh, I believe he thinks of you as a daughter or something like that. I mean, he's four times your age, right? And if he doesn't keep his fingers off you, you can be damn sure I'll rap his greedy old knuckles!" A salacious grin crossed his face.

"You won't have to, Caron. I'm not interested in bedding an old man like that," Shiloh reassured him. "I have more selective tastes."

"Ah, I see. Do those tastes include Vico?" Caron looked her up and down almost accusingly.

"What are you talking about?" Shiloh raised an eyebrow at him as she wondered what poison Vico had poured into Caron's ears this time. 

"Oh, Vico was in here about an hour ago and bragged about how you begged him to fuck you, but he said he turned you down because you'd been fucking some sailor at the docks. I wasn't sure whether or not to believe him, but he reiterated his so-called threat that I had no business messing with you when you are off-limits by order of Master Nathan."

"That's so very nice of him," Shiloh scoffed as she lowered her eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to stop from trembling. She gazed back up at Caron, looking so miserable. "Vico told you the parts he must have thought would do the most damage to our relationship, but he's not telling the whole truth. Don't you see that this is just another attempt to scare you off so you'll stay away from me? Do you want to hear my side of the story or have you made your decision based solely on what he had to say?"

Caron chuckled. "He said you'd say something like that."

"Oh of course and you believe him?"

"No, I wanted to get your reaction and your side of the story. So tell me why would you want a cretin like Vico to touch you after he's treated you so badly?"

"Can we possibly have this talk somewhere else besides this hallway? If you want the truth, I shall tell you the whole truth, but I would prefer it be for your ears only for the time being." 

"Lead the way then," he held out his hand toward the door that lead to the common room below. 

Shiloh led him out of the Bear Pit and crossed over into South Betancuria. They strolled across the bridge and through the Isle of Men to another bridge and traversed it. She smiled back at him as she took hold of his hand and led him down to the docks. She put her finger to her lips and made a 'shushing' noise as they stealthily crept to the dockhouse. She opened the rear door and motioned for him to follow her. Caron cocked an eyebrow at her and complied, allowing her to lead him to the trapdoor. Down they climbed and soon they were entering The Wildcat. Caron gave her a curious look, but said nothing as he followed her upstairs to the room where she had her trysts with Rhys. She lit a candle and set it on a cabinet in the room then moved to the bed and sat down.

"You seem fairly familiar with this place? You do know where we are and what this place used to be?" Caron asked as he knelt before her.

"Yes, this used to be the busiest whorehouse in the city. I'm aware of that. It's a safe place where no one will disturb us."

"How did you find that tunnel?" 

"The so called sailor Vico told you I'd been fucking showed me," Shiloh replied and watched as the look on Caron's face changed drastically. "Now let me explain a few things. One, I am not a prostitute so get that thought out of your head. Two, that sailor is a good friend of mine. His name is Rhys. Yes, I met him down here at the docks. He propositioned me while I was trying to complete Chella's lesson. I was so totally ignorant about everything. He has never paid me and never will. He's been giving me lessons on how to please a man. Leave it to Vico to make it sound dirty and tawdry."

"You wound me, Shiloh. I would have been more than willing to give you lessons. You wouldn't have needed anyone else."

"And Vico would have killed you if it had been you. You know he's capable of it," Shiloh shook her head. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he hurt you."

"I can handle Vico. I'm not afraid of him." Caron scoffed. "So if the sailor thing is true, then everything else must be as well. Why would you want Vico to fuck you after he raped you?"

"I have wondered that myself, Caron, but the truth is this. I was working on my stealth lesson and I made it to the hideout. Vico was there and start insulting me like he normally does and it made me mad so since I'm not strong enough to get even with him, I thought I'd play a different game. So I kissed him and walked away. He followed me out into the sewers and cornered me. He pushed me against a wall and shoved his fingers inside me and proceeded to make me cum. It felt good and I knew I was playing with fire. That's how the begging came about. Call it a moment of weakness because I did want to be fucked. I came so hard and I wanted more. You can't fault me for that. He took me into this secret room and threw me on a bed. He undressed and pulled my clothes off, but it was all for naught. He was merely toying with me. His only plan was to teach me a lesson. I am ashamed of the fact that I....took his dick in my mouth and sucked it. I thought if I did something for him that he'd give me what I wanted. I was wrong. He taunted me and hit me, telling me he wouldn't fuck me. I could care less that he thinks I'm a whore. I hate him, but I can't stay away from him. I went to Rhys after I left the sewers. I needed someone to talk to and he surmised that the reason I can't stay away from Vico is because of 'an obsession stemming from a traumatic experience.' He saved my life after all. I'd be dead if it weren't for Vico being in the castle that night. I won't blame you if you don't want anything more to do with me, but I think if you allow this to drive us apart, Vico will have won. Surely you don't want that?"

"That is a lot to think about, Shiloh. He really well may have gotten his wish," Caron replied solemnly as he pulled back from her.

Shiloh gazed deeply into his eyes. "Please don't let him win."

Caron cleared his throat. "We should be getting back."

She nodded and stood up from the bed, feeling awkward, "Alright. Shall we return to the Bear Pit? I am starving and dinner sounds really good. I'll even pay."

They returned the Bear Pit and parted ways as Caron told her he had something to do that involved the task that Master Nathan had given him. She entered the kitchen and groaned aloud as she noticed Vico sitting at the table eating. Didn't he have anything else to do besides make my life miserable? Her stomach growled. She gritted her teeth. Alright, she told herself, just get some food and ignore him.

She approached the stew pot and grabbed a plate, ladling herself out on it. Then she sliced a few pieces of bread and poured herself a pint of ale. Still ignoring Vico as best she could, she approached the table and sat down. She began to eat in silence, savoring the richness of the stew's broth. As she took a sip of her ale, her eyes connected with Vico's. There was a very smug and satisfied expression on his face. She quickly looked away and sucked in a deep breath, willing her rapidly beating heart to slow down. Her pulse pounded in her ears. Vico had won and they all knew it.

She pushed her meal aside and dashed out of the kitchen. Gods, how she....hated....him!!!!!! Shiloh didn't stop running until she had made it all the way up to Castle Street. Every ounce of her being wanted to scream out of her frustrations. She longed to go back to the Bear Pit and plunge her sword into his black heart. She leaned against the stone wall that separated the city from the castle proper and began to slam her fists against it. She cried out in pain as she bloodied her knuckles. Hurting herself this way would not solve her problems. She sank to her knees and let the tears fall. The bastard had won. She knew she had lost Caron. She vowed that she wouldn't let him get away with it. One way or another she would get even with Vico for this. And then she would hopefully never have to see him again once Rhys took her away from here.

Shiloh wiped away her tears and drew in a deep breath. Looking around, she noted her surroundings. She was close to number 5 Castle Street, one of the addresses Yance had given her for her pick-pocketing lesson. He had told her she would find a steel ring at this address. Well, she figured she might as well work on her lessons and hope it would take her mind off her troubles with Caron and Vico.

Shiloh pulled her dark cloak around her body and crept over to the door of number 5. She tested the handle and found it to be locked. Sighing, she pulled out her lock picks and went to work, using the skeletal key and her smallest pick to manipulate the tumblers inside. It took her several long moments to get it right. This lock was a tad bit rusty and even more difficult than any of the others she had thus far encountered. Her perseverance paid off when she heard it click open. She sighed deeply and cracked the door wide enough so she could slip inside. 

The room beyond the door was warm and cheery. She could tell this was someone's house who took obvious good care of it. She closed the door as quietly as she could and crept through the foyer into the small abode. A rather large bookcase piqued her interest and she tiptoed over to it. She searched it up and down, finding an odd looking device she figured to be a trap and a key to the door that led upstairs. She studied the crude trap and cut a few connecting wires. She hoped that would prevent the spikes from springing out to stab her as she reached in and grabbed the key. Once she had the key in her possession, she noted a poetry book that seemed familiar to her. She picked it up and ran her fingers over the front of it. It was called 'Poetica.' The soldier who lived here must have taken this book from the castle. Shiloh stowed it away in a pocket in her cloak and turned away from shelf. It was then she noticed the large dog lying in the corner of the room. She sucked in a breath and tread as softly as possible to the stairs and the door. 

She inserted the key in the lock and opened it, heading upstairs. She intended to explore the upper floor and hopefully find the key she needed to find. She hoped the soldier was not at home. She knew getting his key would not be as simple as getting Ashur's. She smiled at the thought of Rhys and Ashur. They had been so good to her, so thorough in their affections for her. She knew she could trust them more than anything. She knew they would come through for her and she'd never again be troubled by this living hell ever again. Her heart ached as she mourned the loss of Caron's love. He had always been so nice and sweet to her. She supposed that Trissa would get her way of having him to herself and Vico would do his best to keep Caron in line. She bit her lip to keep from crying out loud. She knew the tears were coursing down her cheeks. It wasn't fair. 

She hung her head for a few moments and gave herself a mental shake. Put those dangerous thoughts away and focus, she mentally scolded herself as she scanned the upper part of the house. There were three doors in front of her. She walked over to the one across from the steps and tried the handle. It refused to budge. Blast, locked!

She quickly dispatched the lock and sneaked into the small bedroom. She glanced around and noted a chest of drawers, a bed side table, and a good sized bed. Shiloh quickly rummaged through the drawers of the dresser until she found the ring in a hidden compartment beneath one of shelves. It was steel. She smiled to herself as she pocketed it. Two down and one to go. The thrill of almost being complete with another lesson excited her. She knew it was one step closer to her freedom.

Shiloh left the house behind, making sure to put to right anything she may have touched, including locking the door. She turned the corner from Castle Street to Summer Lane and headed for the marketplace. She had to cross through it to get to the western part of the city where the third and final ring was located in a house on Knight Street. 

The rain had slowed to a drizzle and she knew it was getting late in the day. Most of the shops were beginning to close and she watched as last minute shoppers rushed frantically around to get a few remaining purchases. She stopped and watched, marveling at the people living their every day normal lives. She had never had a normal life. All she had ever known was life at the castle, the pampered existence of one of Betancuria's royalty. She really couldn't have said she had truly lived in all of her years in the castle. She had very little freedom and no real say in her future. She knew as her father's sole heir that it would be her duty to marry and take her place as Queen when her father had finally stepped down. The few nobles she had met had not interested her, but she knew that royal marriage were never for love. Royals married to cement alliances and to gain richer holdings. She knew the best she could have hoped for was a congenial relationship that grew into a fondness as the years passed and her children grew of age. Now that would never come to pass. Flashes of what could have been crumbled to dust before her very eyes. A poignant ache pierced her heart. Not so much for that lost future, but for the loved ones that she'd never see again. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 11



Her reverie was broken as she felt blunt pressure prod her back. She reached inside her cloak, grasping for her short sword, and spun around quickly, coming face to face with a member of the Dhorn patrol.

His cold eyes pierced her, eyeing her keenly. "Move on, wench, or you'll taste my steel."

Shiloh took her hand off her sword and bobbed a curtsy before him. Then she dashed off as fast as her feet could carry her. She didn't stop until she'd crossed into the western half of the city. She caught her breath and looked around carefully. This was one part of the city that she'd never been to before. There was no familiarity here. Yet she knew that the arena was the major attraction here. She had never been allowed to go to the arena. Her father's advisors had told him it was too violent for a delicate young lady like herself. She figured if she wandered around long enough she'd find Knight Street. This part of the city didn't look at that big. 

She took her time, casually strolling as she watched many of the commoners meandering about. She wondered if their lives were as carefree as she had often daydreamed about. No, perhaps not. They were the working class after all. She continued on her way, taking the time to smile sweetly at a few males she encountered. 

She pushed her cloak back over her shoulders and faked a stumble as one particularly handsome blond male she estimated to be a few years older than she caught her eye. She let out a yelp and went down on one knee. He dashed over to her and offered her his hand. Shiloh accepted it and managed a coy smile as he inquired to her well being. The low timbre of his voice sent a shiver of delight coursing through her. She bobbed a curtsy and continued to hold onto his hand. "I thank you, good sir. My shoe must've caught on the cobblestone."

"You should be more careful. You could get hurt." He smiled at her before withdrawing his hand. 

"I should count myself fortunate that you were nearby to help me. How might I ever repay your kindness?" Shiloh lowered her eyes dutifully before glancing back up and flashing him another sweet smile.

"There is no need. A man should never stand idle when there is a lady in need," he replied before he changed the subject. "You must be new to this part of the city because I have never seen you over here before."

"I am new to the city as a whole. I lost my family and moved here to live with other relatives. I was curious about the city. Perhaps you could help me," she coaxed as she touched his arm. "Oh, but where are my manners? My name is Belara."

"Tis truly a beautiful name, Belara, and I am happy to have made your acquaintance. My name is Niall. How may I be of assistance?" He returned her smile as he looked her up and down.

She noted how his eyes lingered upon her breasts, her hips, and her legs. She figured she had him at this point. "I am looking for Knight Street. Could you show me where that is?"

"Verily it would be my pleasure, my beauty. Follow me," he motioned as he led her passed her destination and onto Squire's Road. They circled around the back side of Squires until they reached an alley. He grabbed hold of her and pulled her beneath an overhang, hoping to conceal his intentions in the shadows. Shiloh giggled as he shoved her against a wall and raked his eyes over her body. "I know what you want, little slut. I can smell it. So let's beat around the bush. I will give you what you want."

"I like a man who isn't afraid to take what he wants," Shiloh purred. "Give it to me."

Niall pulled down the low cut top of her blue dress, exposing her breasts to him. He took much delight in fondling and nibbling on her nipples. She moaned and squirmed at the feel of his mouth on her. Reaching down his body, she unlaced his trousers and slipped her hand inside. As she felt around, she slid her hand over his engorged cock. They both groaned as her fingers brushed its swollen tip. 



She eased up her skirt and opened her thighs, wrapping her legs around him all the while guiding his cock towards her soaking wet pussy. With a quick shove of his hips, he slid himself in to the hilt. Shiloh let out a soft squeal. He felt good inside her. She was on the verge of exploding from the stimulation of his girth ramming up against her sweet spot as he controlled his thrusts. Niall pulled out and slammed back into her, driving his cock even deeper up her cunt. 



His hard cock touched every nerve ending inside her pussy. The tightness in her pussy intensified. Her head began to spin as her pussy gripped his cock. Shiloh bit her lip and started to shake. Her hands looked for something to grasp as though she needed to anchor her body to absorb the impact as he pounded away. She dug her nails into his back, scratching and clawing. Fighting to prolong her pleasure, she bit into his neck before her orgasm ripped through her pussy. She screamed into his shoulder from the unbearable pleasure that surged through every muscle in her body. She gasped for air. Her body jerked hard. Niall's cock continued to pound into her repeatedly. She could feel her pussy twitch and gush around his swollen girth. 



Her orgasm didn't stop it, just slowed. Juices streamed down her thighs. Niall grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples sending her off on another wave of uncontrollable spasms. His hands went back to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her naked beauties. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh and swollen nipples. Their eyes were locked in a lust-filled stare. Shiloh licked her lips and mouthed the words 'fuck me'. Her breathing became faster. She could feel another orgasm approaching. 



Niall decided it was time to finish with her before the Dhorn patrol caught them back here. He put his hands on the backs of her thighs and lifted. Shiloh hooked her legs up over his shoulders and pressed against him, widening her thighs, and allowing him even deeper penetration. Shiloh let out a throaty moan as she felt his cock sink as deep as it possibly could. He grabbed her firm cheeks with his hands and dug his fingers into the cleft between them. Niall fucked her harder and faster. His balls slapped against her ass as he pushed deeper into her. Juices poured from inside her and dripped down his balls. 



Soon he could feel his balls fill with cum and his cock swell inside her twitching cunt. He was almost there... just a few more strokes. He slammed into her hard, then again and again. On the fourth stroke, he could feel hot fluids surge through his engorged cock. He buried himself deep in her hot snatch. His cock erupted. Niall let out a low growl. Hot cum exploded from his cock and filled her gushing pussy. He pulled out and shoved back in releasing another flood of cum deep into her. His seed continued blasting into her cunt and mixing with her own juices until he could feel them seeping out and dripping down over his balls. 

He rested his head against her exposed breasts and caught his breath. She ran her fingers through his hair and flexed her inner pussy muscles around his cock. He trembled and moaned before he pulled out of her. "By the King!" he muttered.

Shiloh chuckled low in her throat before she dropped her legs down from their perch over his shoulders.

"You made my day, sweet thing. I wish my wife was as talented as you are," he whispered as he eased her feet to the ground and helped her to stand. 

Shiloh stopped for a moment, digesting what he had just said. She had just had a fling in an alley with a married commoner. By the gods, if Vico learned of this, she knew there would be the hells to pay. She met his eyes and smiled. "Then she must not appreciate you," Shiloh offered as she righted her clothing. "I thank you for your assistance, but we should not linger here. The Dhorn may catch us and I do not wish that."

Niall quickly tucked himself in and re-laced his breeches. "Take care, sweet girl. Oh, by the way, Knight Street is one street over."

Shiloh mouthed a 'thank you' and winked before going about her business. She made her way to Knight Street and began to look for house number 23. The search for the right house distracted her long enough for a man clad in the armor of the Dhorn army to step out of the shadows and walk straight up to her. Shiloh cringed, her instincts telling her to run right away before he discovered the escapade from mere moments prior. As she debated her options in her head, he stopped in front of her, eyeing her.

Her eyes meekly met his. 

"Hey there, little coo. What are you doing here?" He eyed her suspiciously.

"I'm just strolling along the street. That's not forbidden, is it?" Shiloh smiled coyly, sizing him up. If it weren't for the fact that he wore the armor of the Dhorn, she would have likened him to Caron. His devil may care grin drew her in. She liked the way his hair tumbled across his brow and the way his green eyes danced mischievously. 

"Normally, it is not. But in your case... A young woman, all by herself, and clad in these skimpy clothes? That looks more than fishy," he leered at her.

Shiloh batted her big blue eyes at him and leaned forward somewhat, giving him a nice look at her cleavage. "I'm just a poor kitchen girl. I haven't the money to buy better clothes."

He chuckled at her, shaking her head. "That's what you say. But I can just see how some of my superiors might suspect you are a prostitute looking for customers."

She smiled widely, drawing him in further. "If my clothes are a problem, how about I just take them off...?"

He cleared his throat and studied Shiloh again, paying extra attention to her chest. Finally, he nodded. "Come with me then. As it happens, one of surrounding houses is unoccupied."

Shiloh went with him, following along side him dutifully. She could've kicked herself for getting caught by a Dhorn. Perhaps if she just played it cool, she'd come out of this situation unscathed and undiscovered.

It was not a house that he led her into, but a small warehouse of sorts, not far away. It seems to be unoccupied, as only few crates and boxes lined its walls. The Dhorn soldier motioned around the warehouse. "We'll be undisturbed in here. We confiscated this place after its former owner... passed away. It will most likely be sold in a couple of weeks, but until then, it will do. So, tell me, what's your name?"

"Belara. And yours?" Shiloh smiled wickedly, showing off her ample chest. 

"Belara... That's pretty," he smiled at her and studied her breasts for a while, his eyes fixed on them. "I am Jero. Now how about you show me your tits now, Belara of Betancuria?"

Shiloh bared them for him, removing her blue dress and tossing it to her feet. She preened before him. 

"Holy Empire, those are some huge melons... How did you manage to grow a rack of that size? Heh, don't tell me, I think I know. Lots of milk, huh?" Jero grinned and fondled her breasts.

Shiloh giggled girlishly. She allowed him to fondle her while her mind raced with possible ways of how to get out of this.

"I knew you'd like that. Okay, turn around, bend over and touch your toes." He leered at her as he ran his hand over her bottom.

Shiloh began to tremble. She hadn't expected that. She moved to comply with his demands when out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of a dark clothed man striding toward them. "Unhand her, Dhorn!"

She gasped and grabbed her dress from the floor. Vico?!?! What was he doing here?!?!

Jero glared at Shiloh and pointed at Vico. "Who's the bull?"

"I'm her pimp, asshole." Vico grinned meanly. "Touch her again without paying me first and you'll be pissing through a tube."

Both Jero and Vico glared at each other for a few tense moments. She watched them and noted how quickly Vico whipped out a blade. He brandished one menacingly while pulling a second, which he lodged beneath Jero's chin, piercing him. 

Jero flinched from the pain. "Ah little coo, you're so much better than this. It would be wise to get rid of the dead weight. You'll have a better time with me. I promise you."

Vico jabbed his dagger into Jero's ribs, sliding the blade into a weak point in the armor. "Did he touch you, birdie?"

Shiloh nodded. "He had his hands all over me."

"You wanna touch, Dhorn? It'll cost you 20 gold for even thinking of looking at my girl, 100 for touching. Pay up or I splatter what little brains you have across the wall."

They glared at each other for a few more tense seconds.

"What'll it be?" Vico growled, putting more pressure on the soldier's chin.

Jero backed away from Vico and tossed a small pouch at his feet. "You can find me at Tald's Tavern most evenings if you decide to lose the pimp. I promise I'll make it worth your while." He continued to back away until he reached the door and quickly ducked through it.

Shiloh cringed as she caught the look on Vico's face. She lowered her eyes and walked over to him, resting her head on his upper chest. "For what it's worth, I do appreciate you helping me out, but please don't punish me."

He grabbed her violently and dragged her to a nearby crate, bodily tossing her over it so her bottom stuck up in the air. Shiloh shuddered at the familiar yet embarrassing position she found herself in again, awaiting the delivery of her punishment. Vico stood over her, gazing down at her, letting her wait for a few seconds in anxiety without moving a muscle. Just as Shiloh began to relax momentarily, wondering whether or not Vico would extract his favorite form of punishment on her, she felt his hand touch the back of her silky smooth thigh. She tensed up as if she'd been expecting the hard sting of his palm. But Vico slowly glided his hand up and down her bare flesh, causing goose bumps to appear wherever his hand caressed.

Vico stared down at her, carefully taking in her every move, her every breath. He could feel her angst rolling off her in waves. She knew she was in for it. He knew what she had been doing and it was time to remind her who was in charge. Soon the first resounding slaps landed in her upturned bottom. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Shiloh cried out loudly as she squirmed around. Bright red imprints of Vico's large hand formed on her previously milky-white ass after each bruising whack.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

After 10 hard slaps, Shiloh unleashed a scream of pain and struggled fiercely to get away from Vico. She knew she couldn't take much more of this.

"Ouuuuch, please...., I'm sooooorrrrrrrry.... owwwwwwwwwwwww, no more! ARRRGGHHH! STOP PLEASE! OWWWWWWWWWW!"

Vico cackled wickedly and ignored her pleas. He would teach her a lesson she would never forget.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Byyyyyyyyy..............the...........Goooooooooooddddddddddsssss! Viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicccccccooooooooo! STTTTTTTTT---AHHHHHHHHHHH-PPPPPPP!" Tears flooded from her eyes, staining her cheeks. Her legs were flailing about uncontrollably. She could have sworn her cheeks had burst into flames that burned hotter than any she'd ever known. Vico exhibited his dominance over her with his ruthlessness and they both knew it. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Pllleeeezzzzzzzzeeee, Viiiiiiiiiiicccccccccoooooooo!" Shiloh groaned from a raw throat. She sobbed raggedly and ceased her struggles, finally submitting to his brutal ass blistering. She hurt too much to move. She clutched the crate and let the tears roll. 

Vico stepped back and admired his handiwork on her bottom. He grinned and chuckled cruelly before he wedged his hand between her legs. His fingers flicked over her lower lips, noting just how wet she was. He pushed in, breaching her channel, and pumped in and out, scissoring his fingers back and forth. A tortured whimper slipped from her throat. "Let this serve as a warning, birdie. You will not fuck anyone else without my permission. I own you, little cunt. And do not forget it. Now get your whore ass up. You will tell me what the fuck you think you were doing over here!"

Shiloh struggled to stand up. Her ass cheeks hurt worse than anything she'd ever felt before. This topped every other spanking he'd ever given her. She shuddered as she met his eyes. Quickly she glanced down at the floor. "I was working on my pick-pocketing lesson. The final ring I have to recover to take back to Master Yance is in the house next to this one. That Dhorn caught me as I was trying to sneak to that house. He......he accused me of being a prostitute and brought me in here."

"Stupid cunt. You should have run away. Let me tell you something. I knew a whore named Manny. The Dhorn caught her and filled her cunt and her ass with molten lead, then threw her out on the street. It took four days until she died. It wasn't a very pleasant death. Is that what you want? Do you intend on risking everything we've worked so hard to build up on your need to constantly have something inside your cunt? Do you?"

"NOOOOOOO! I wasn't looking for a fuck!" Shiloh's head snapped up and she glared into Vico's black eyes. She cringed as he clicked his fists. 

"You weren't? So what was the back alley fuck all about? You didn't even know that guy," he shot back before he slapped her hard across the face.

She staggered from the force of the blow. "I don't know what you are talking about, Vico!"

He tossed her back onto the crate and pulled her legs apart, slamming two fingers inside her. He hooked them on her front wall and pulled them out ever so slowly.

Then he popped them in his mouth, licking them clean. "Sure as hell tastes like you got fucked. Furthermore, I saw you pressed against a wall getting fucked. Don't lie to me, cunt."

"I'll fuck whomever I want to! You DO NOT own me!" Shiloh screamed back as she whirled back around to face him and pulled her short sword. Anger shot through her like lightning. 

Vico shook his head at her and smacked the weapon from her hand. It skittered across the floor and came to rest near the rear wall. "Stupid bitch, put the pigsticker away. I'm not impressed."

He grabbed her again, roughly manhandling her back onto the crate while she kicked and struggled. Paying little attention to her feeble protests, he pushed his fingers back inside her pussy and scissored them to and fro, eliciting a low moan from her. Shiloh tried to hold back, swore to herself that she didn't like it, but her traitorous body proved otherwise. It took little to bring her to climax. Her juices gushed out and soaked Vico's fingers. 

She glanced back up at him over her shoulder as she felt him remove his fingers. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean. Shiloh groaned as her body twitched. He moved away from her. She wasn't sure where he had gone, but could hear the rustling of clothing. A gasp tumbled from her lips as she felt something blunt nudge her pussy lips. The gasp changed into a blissful moan as he filled her with the scorching hardness of his cock. He filled her and stretched her and she shook from the sensation. He didn't move a bit as she began to contract her wet walls around his length. Her sucking channel gripped him. A moan hitched in his throat before he pulled out completely and brought a hand down as hard as he could on her blood red posterior. 

SMACK!

Shiloh howled from the pain. He delved his hands into her hair and yanked her from the crate, hauling him down before him as he forced her to her knees. He relinquished his grip on her hair with one of his hands and palmed his cock, wagging it before her face. 

"Suck it, little cunt," Vico growled as he nudged the tip of his cock against her lips. 

Shiloh trembled before him. She knew all too well what had happened the last time she performed this act on Vico. It wasn't fair that he should receive all the pleasure while he bestowed upon her all the pain. It wasn't fair! But she knew it would be worse for her if she did not do as he demanded. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 11



She sucked in a deep breath. Here goes nothing! Vico groaned when her fingers wrapped around the thick stalk of his erect cock. Shiloh's stomach clenched at the sound of his moan. She wasn't sure if he was indeed enjoying this or if he was only toying with her. The feel of the rod in her hand, iron hard with skin like silk, sent a rush of pure lust down her spine. She knew deep down no matter how hard she fought it that she did indeed want this. She wanted to please him. For wrong or right, she needed this.

A growl issued forth from Vico's throat, urging her on. Shiloh pushed her face into the dark nest of pubic hair, inhaling the tart, masculine scent while soft yet wiry wisps of hair caressed her cheek. Opening her hand, she kept it cupped around Vico's cock but free enough to let her tongue play over the thick length. To the music of Vico's moans, she traced a wet path over the raised, pulsing veins, letting her tongue skim over the velvet heat. Reaching the head, she deftly explored the curve of flesh where the straight shaft blossomed into a plump, reddish cap.

Shiloh followed a wet trail of pre-cum to the tiny slit that topped Vico's cock and delicately probed with her tongue. Vico's hiss of pleasure was all the encouragement she needed. Her mouth descended, taking the thick length to the root. She closed her eyes, lost in utter bliss. This act, to fill her mouth with Vico's cock, to feel the wet silk of Vico's skin against her tongue, to breathe his unique scent and taste the sweet pearls of Vico's pre-cum was magic. The world fell away. Vico became everything and all to her. Shiloh's beginning and end. She tightened her lips around the shaft and sucked for all she was worth.

With an expertise born of sheer joy in the doing, Shiloh worked Vico's cock. Her tongue danced and teased while her lips slid up and down the hard length. Her cheeks hollowed and released with the force of suction she applied. Vico was babbling incoherently, words and moans interspersing while his hips strained upward, following the movement of Shiloh's mouth. She gently cupped Vico's balls and rolled them, rhythmically squeezing, pushing him over the edge. 

Vico's body stiffened then arched, the first rush of his cum bathing the back of Shiloh's throat as he came. She pulled back, wanting the taste, fresh, mild, salty and sweet. 

Shiloh dropped her hand to her clit, rubbing frantically while swallowing each spurt of seed Vico released. Using her lips and tongue, Shiloh massaged Vico's cock, encouraging the aftershocks, the quivers that tightened Vico's body and brought more of his flavor to her seeking mouth. 

Soon Vico's cock lost its rigid hardness and Shiloh, assured she had every drop, let it slip from her mouth. Vico's hands landed her shoulders and fisted in her hair, pulling her up to eye. "I suppose I should be glad you suck like a whore," he grinned meanly.

She pouted prettily, batting her lashes at him as an angry red blush crept into her cheeks. "Bastard!" Shiloh growled at him as she brought her fist up and punched him in his gut.

A small 'oomph' slid from his lips. He backed away from her and pulled back his hand, slapping her across the face. "You should learn to recognize a compliment when given, birdie."

The force of Vico's slap knocked her to the floor. She trembled and cried out as she landed on her sore bottom. She rubbed it and glared at him. "It's not much of a compliment coming from a braying ass like yourself."

"Ah, the haughty princess returns," Vico chuckled, "Remember what I said."

"To the hells with you," she shot back. "I shall do as I want to do, you craven hedge-born whoreson!"

Shiloh gathered herself to her feet and began to pull her dress back on. She grabbed up her cloak and went on the hunt for her short sword. She could feel Vico's eyes upon her, watching her every move. She glared back at him, meeting his stare evenly.

"Nath will want to know about your Dhorn encounter. I suggest you tell him," he growled as he laced his pants back up. 

Shiloh nodded and sighed. "I have to complete my lesson, Vico. I told you the last ring is in the house next to this one. I must retrieve it. I have to complete my lessons."

"If you spent more time actually working on them and less time on your back, you'd have them done already and you'd wouldn't keep 'The Family' waiting." Vico walked away without a second glance. "Come."

She followed him and made her way to the door of the house. She picked the lock and let herself inside with Vico at her heels. She searched the lower part of the house, but found not what she was looking for. Heading for the stairs, she made her way to the upper portion of the house. She could hear shuffling in a room ahead of her and made her way to the door. Just as she was about to touch the door handle, it swung open and a brown haired man stepped out. "Hey! You there! Thief!!" He grabbed her wrist and painfully twisted it.

Shiloh gave him a sweet smile. "Can't we talk about this please...?"

He loosened his grip on her wrist and eyed her suspiciously. "Okay, I'm listening."

"There is a man with me downstairs who is forcing me to do this. I have to get the silver ring you have in your pockets, he said."

"What silver ring?" A puzzled look crossed his face as he examined his pockets, producing a ring, much to his astonishment. "How odd, this thing doesn't even belong to me."

He studied the ring, still eyeing Shiloh, who lowered her gaze dutifully. "Foolish girl, this isn't silver. It's just a cheap imitation. So you mean to tell me a man forced you to steal this from me?"

She glanced up at him, putting a miserable look on her face. She nodded and lowered her eyes again, studying her feet.

"Poor girl."

"He will beat me again if I don't bring him the ring." Shiloh removed her cloak and pulled up her skirt, showing him the darkening bruises Vico left on her bottom. "He did this to me when I lost it."

He eyed her bottom and licked his lips. Pulling her around to face him, he flashed a lecherous smile at her. "You've got a pretty face. How about I give you the ring, and you give me a...?" He grinned insolently, reminding her of Vico, and pointed towards his trousers.

"Oh...." Shiloh replied, as the consequences raced through her mind. She needed that ring, but she didn't feel like incurring Vico's wrath any further.

"You have to admit that's a small price to pay to get what you want," he leered at her expectantly.

She sucked in a deep breath. "Well okay."

He grinned at her and unbuttoned his trousers. Then he grabbed her head with both hands. His member protruded obscenely like a snake. "Oh yeah...!" He stuffed it deeply into her mouth. "Yeah, look at me with those big eyes, little slut!"

Shiloh jerking back from him, pulling his member from her mouth. She grasped the base of his cock, squeezing to let the blood make the tip hard when her lips closed around it. She probed the slit with her tongue, lapping up the first of the salty precum.  

Shiloh opened wide and took in all of his cock. It was quite hard and she knew she could oblige his demands without deep-throating, but that wouldn't last long, she knew.

"Fuck, you're good!"

Suddenly, he pulled out. A spray of warm fluid landed on her face, running into her eyes and hair. It's really messy. He grinned. "Now you look like a real slut." He stuffed his member back into his trousers. "I think you were worth that. The ring's just a cheap imitation anyway." He threw the ring down in front of Shiloh, who was trying to clean herself as best as she could, then picked it up. "Now get out of here." 

He dragged her to the door and pushed her out on the street where she came face to face with Vico. She lowered her head and showed him the ring. "It's done."

He lifted her chin, his eyes raking over her. He nodded. "I won't always be around to save your sorry ass! Do not do that again!" 

"I did not ask for your help! I could do without you beating me! Now will you just go away and leave me alone!" 

"Can't do that. You'd be dead without me," he grinned and walked away, leaving her standing alone with her mouth gaping over. 

DAMN HIM! How dare he?

Shiloh followed him, but she lost sight of him in the crowd. She decided to take the three rings back to Master Yance and complete her 5th lesson. She left Western Betancuria behind and headed back to the Marketplace. She quickly approached Master Yance and waved at Timmy, who lingered near his side. She smiled at Yance and greeted him.

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Got all three rings?"

"Yes, I have them right here." Shiloh handed them to Yance with a smile.

"Hm. You've acquired them indeed. I'm surprised. Honestly, I thought you'd not be able to do this." Yance nodded his head at her.

Shiloh beamed proudly at the merchant. 

"I'll tell Nathan that you're a decent thief," he smiled at her.

"Thank you." Shiloh returned the smile and waved goodbye. Pride surged through her. She had finished 5 of her 7 lessons. Her 6th lesson was an actual mission. Breaking into the wizard's tower and swapping out the clock that Cata had given her for the one in the wizard's bedroom was her objective. She felt the need for a bath after all had happened this day and get ready for her rendezvous with Lenton. She had the address where they would meet and needed to prepare for it. 

She would do Alfons' mission after her date with Lenton was over. She didn't intend on spending the whole night with Lenton. Part of her hoped that Vico wouldn't follow her and interfere. She wasn't in the mood for another altercation.

She quickly raced back to the Bear Pit and entered the establishment. She rushed through the common room and up into the kitchen, running past Nelina and Caron. She didn't even glance at him as she passed by, making her way into her room and shutting the door behind her.

Shiloh threw off her blue dress and hung it in her wardrobe. She never wanted to wear that dress again. She had purchased two new ones and still had money for a few more if she checked at Gaston's. It was another chance to practice disguising herself. She was proud of her skill and liked pretending to be something she wasn't. It kept her mind off of who she was.

She mentally shook herself. Don't think about it, she scolded herself as she readied her bath. She slid into the heavenly feeling warm bath and sank down into it until it covered her whole body. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes. It felt so good. She came back to reality as she felt something pinch her sharply. She yelped in pain and jumped, splashing water onto the floor. She looked around for the culprit. Her eyes focused upon Chella.

"Do you intend to drown yourself, dear?" Chella asked.

"No, but did you have to pinch me? That hurt!" Shiloh growled back, her eyes flashing her anger.

"You weren't answering me when I called your name a dozen times so I had to get your attention somehow," the matronly woman smiled. 

"Oh, I must have been daydreaming or something."

"Must have been some daydream. A message came for you along with this." Chella handed her the single red rose along with an envelope. "I'll just leave it on your bed. You should be more careful, dear. I may not know exactly who this is from, but I have a good idea what it's about. I want you to remember our talk and your contraceptive root."

"Thank you, Chella, for understanding and being there for me." Shiloh glanced up at the woman who'd become a second mother to her and smiled genuinely. "Can you hand me a towel? I'd like to get out."

Chella nodded and pulled a clean towel from the wardrobe. She gasped as Shiloh stood up and stepped out of the tub. She jerked Shiloh around and viewed her bruised bottom. "What in the name of the Gods happened to you? Who did this to you?" 

Shiloh turned quickly and took hold of the towel in Chella's hand. She wrapped it around herself and began to dry her body off. "Vico happened," Shiloh sighed heavily.

"Why?" Chella demanded. 

Shiloh licked her lips. "It's a long complicated story, Chella. I did something that angered him and he punished me for it harshly. It happened a few hours ago. I would rather not talk about it."

"You must tell Master Nathan," Chella implored her with begging eyes.

"I have told him about Vico's behavior towards me and he's done nothing about it. That's why I was so mad last night. I've decided to stay away from Vico." Shiloh replied determinedly. 

"Then I shall talk to him."

Shiloh shook her head, "I don't think any amount of talking will help. Let's just pretend you didn't see a thing on my ass and leave well enough alone. I beg you, Chella. You are not the one who will be forced to deal with the repercussions of it."

"Be reasonable, young lady. Someone has to put a stop to this. I will not stand by and allow Vico to abuse you." Chella's voice raised a few octaves.

Shiloh looked her in the eye, telling her the real truth. "It's not abuse if I like it."

Chella stammered and stuttered for a few moments. "How absurd?!?! How could you like that?"

"I can't really explain why's of it, Chella. I just do. Call it a 'mutual obsession stemming from a traumatic experience.' My psyche is a bit warped due to the events in my life thus far. I need that to make me feel good. I don't expect you to understand it. I really don't understand it myself."

Chella shook her head, muttering something inaudible beneath her breath. "I will hold off in talking to Master Nathan for the time being, but if anything else happens to you I will go to him in a heartbeat."

"Fair enough, Chella. And since I plan to say away from him, all should work out fine." Shiloh smiled as she returned her attention to drying off and clothing herself in her new low cut black mini-dress and thigh high boots. 

Chella shook her head, cocking an eyebrow at Shiloh's rather risqué choice of dresses. "Where do you plan on wearing that, too?"

"I planned on working on lesson six tonight. I have to break into a wizard's tower for Alfons and swap out clocks. I needed some dark clothing and this was all that was available at the dressmakers. I didn't have much money so I had to take what I could afford." Shiloh replied, "I thought I looked rather nice in it. It's very form fitting and won't get snagged on anything."

Chella shook her head, but said nothing. She quickly left the room without glancing back, leaving Shiloh alone. Chella was displeased with Shiloh. As the door shut, Shiloh let out a sigh. Perhaps admitting that she liked Vico's brutal brand of passion was too much for the matronly woman to accept. Don't think about it, she scolded herself for the second time.

She moved to her bed and picked up the rose and the letter. Quickly she opened the letter, perusing the contents. It was vague, but she knew who it was from. 

Change of plans.

Come to 15 Summer Lane when the bell tolls at Vespers.

She was glad Lenton sent her a note. They had originally planned to meet at an address on River Road. Maybe he knew something was about to happen and wanted to avoid it. She sighed at the thought of Vico interfering. Gods, she hoped not.

She packed a few items she'd need in the haversack that held the clock and slipped it onto her back, then layered her black cloak over it. She picked up the rose and headed to the door. Leaving her room and the kitchen behind, she set foot in the hallway and smiled at Caron who inclined his head at her.

"Hi Caron," she beamed as she skipped towards him. "Are you ever going to get done with these crates?"

"I have the two big one left to inventory," he replied. "Where are you off to?"

"To do lesson six for Alfons. Oh I passed my pick-pocketing lesson," Shiloh chimed happily.

"Heh. Well, good thing we practiced, right?" Caron grinned at her.

"Yes, I had a good teacher."

Caron chuckled at her. "Want to tell me more about it all?"

She shrugged, "There's not a lot to say. I had to pick-pocket three people in the city and steal their rings, then bring the rings to Yance at the market place."

"Heh. Yance? He's still around then? That's good."

"You know Yance?"

"Yep. Was my teacher and mentor. He introduced me to this business." He smiled thoughtfully.

"Really?" Shiloh glanced at him curiously.

"Yeah. Must have been five or six years ago. I had traveled to Betancuria together with a fruit merchant, but I didn't like being an apprentice boy a lot. Way too much work." He grinned again. "I thought about becoming a pimp, which looked like a really cool job. Lots of pretty girls you're in charge for, but you don't have to actually do something but stand around and look grim."

"Oh. A pimp? You?" Her thoughts wandered to Vico and the altercation between him and that Dhorn named Jero.

"Well, I was young and stupid. I had a really rough time for a while just finding something to eat. Yance caught me one day while I was trying to cut the purse of an older lady. I'm not sure whether he was impressed by my technique or just took pity on me, but he took me in and taught me how to do this properly. He was the leader of a whole gang of thieves back then, all of them youngsters like me. It was a pretty exciting time. We all stole together, slept together, hid from the guards, shared our victories. It was like a family, only better."

"But what about your parents?"

Caron shrugged. "I've got no idea who my father was. My mom worked in a tavern, but she was killed when I was little."

"I am sorry to hear that. I know what it's like to lose parents." Shiloh replied, as she flashed a wan smile at him.

"Yeah, well. That's the course of life. And all in all I cannot complain. Well. Except that Vico's not allowing me into your bed."

Shiloh smirked. "In his dreams."

"In my dreams, you await me with open arms," he grinned at her and winked.

"I always shall," she replied as she grinned back. "With open legs too!"

"I'm looking forward to it," he nodded. 

"Does that mean you are not disgusted with me for what I told you earlier?" Shiloh asked.

"I thought about it and I realize that Vico would say anything to get his way. That idiot.... he does not deserve you. You are better than that. I intend on proving that to you one way or another."

She smiled dreamily and kissed his cheek. "Shall I see you on the morrow then?"

Caron nodded at her, "Most definitely."

She winked at him as she walked away. All was good and somehow she knew she could have her cake and eat it too.



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 12



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Illicit Rendezvous

Shiloh left the Bear Pit and headed up Acorn Street until she came to Castle Street. She quickened her step as she passed by the house she'd broken into and turned onto Summer Lane. There she slowed down to a prowl as she scanned the numbers on each house.

Her heart pounded and she licked her lips as she caught sight of number 15. This was it. She concealed herself in the shadows and waited until the bells rang for Vespers. Her thoughts meandered and she moaned as she realized that this night he would finally be hers. It wasn't so much a passionate feeling as a low animalistic need. She hated the fact that Vico had been correct when he accused her of constantly needing something in her cunt. She knew it was the truth. It had become an addiction of sorts. She craved it. She needed it.

Her thoughts centered on him, and his arms aggressively capturing her sleek body. Controlling her. 

Shiloh knew that in the end she maintained control, but she knew that if he wanted to, she would be at his mercy. As she waited in the darkness, her hands crept over her body trying to imagine how it would feel for him. Her fear of being found out worried her less now. As her hands crept over her breasts her nipples became erect at the thought that soon, the hands on her would be much larger, much stronger. Her hands crept lower, her head tilted back, eyes closed, imagining, and wanting, to be touched this way. One had slowly crept between her legs, avoiding the point where her thoughts and desires were centered and lightly caressed the inside of her thighs. Then, ever so slowly crept up towards her pussy. She parted herself, but it was no longer her hand, it was a premonition of things to come. She lightly brushed her clitoris as a bolt of energy rushed through her body making her knees momentarily weak. Back and forth she moved. Grinding onto her own hand, his hand. Then without warning she, he, penetrated her. In and out over and over, that big cock was ravaging her. Then from deep within, it started as a shudder, a small spark in a dark night, she felt her orgasm coming. More and more the picture in her mind became clear. His cock pounding in then out of her, relentlessly, never ending, driving her to the edge. Then, almost as a great release, she came. Shiloh bit her lip as she stifled her cry of pleasure.

Shiloh was a woman with a mission. There'd be no beating around the bush tonight, no joking around and playing games. She wanted, needed, to get fucked. Plain and simple. No love, no expectations, "Just fuck me!" That was all she needed. The minutes ticked by like hours. The closer the time came, the more giddy, excited, turned on she became.

With her eyes set in determination, she made her way up to the door. She knew she didn't need to knock but made a show of rapping on the door as she opened it. 

Lenton stood at the top of the stairs. He offered a greeting, but the buzzing of need in her ears drowned out his words, she fleetingly glanced at his face as she ascended the stairs, but it was his crotch that had her attention. Nearing the top of the stairs she reached out for what, tonight, was rightfully hers and grasped his cock with one hand. She slithered up his torso, still holding him, and planted an aggressive kiss on the mouth that would soon be between her legs. She looked him dead in the eyes at that moment and whispered, "Fuck me."

It wasn't a request. It wasn't a plea. It was a command. Shiloh felt him reach for her ass. She felt his strong hands grasp her. She moved her free hand to his shoulder, running her hand down his arm, and pulled him closer to her. She felt his hand reach farther around, under her, moving towards the front. She felt his hand on her pussy. She was hot, he could feel her heat through her skirt. 

Lenton effortlessly picked her up, heading for the bedroom. Shiloh wrapped her arms around him, inhaled his musky scent, felt his shoulders, felt his hands on her ass...felt her breasts against his chest....

He carried her to the bed and placed her on it allowing himself to gently stay on top of her. She reached up behind his head before he could get away and kissed him. She probed his tongue with hers and found him willing. Her hands caressed his chest, his ass, his back. He was so big compared to her. He began to get up slowly, yet her hands never lost contact. When the kiss was finally broken her concentration drifted down to his pants. She began to fumble with his laces. She wanted to see it. She wanted to feel it. He helped her then, almost nonchalantly for he, as much as she, knew what was about to happen.

His pants unlaced now, she didn't bother lowering them, simply reached in for her prize. She pulled his cock out, he was not yet fully erect but that was what she wanted. Shiloh pushed him back slightly and slid off the edge of the bed to her knees on the floor in front of him. She took him in her mouth. Sucked him right down to the base in one fluid motion. She could feel him getting harder now. She could feel the edge of his cock head getting more pronounced in her mouth. She let him slip almost all the way out of her mouth then sucked him all the way back in. She moved her mouth around his cock. She wanted to feel every vein, every contour. She tasted him. It tasted like unadulterated sex. She knew she could make him come like this but that was not her intention.

Shiloh stood up slowly. She kept his cock in her mouth as long as she could, releasing it with no fanfare and immediately rubbing her body on his. His cock trapped between them as she rose. She forcefully grabbed the back of his head and kissed him again, her hands traveling down to the cock she had just sucked. She backed away then, only a few inches, and took off her cloak and mini-dress. Her unbound breasts now exposed, she could see him staring intently as his hands rose to touch them. She allowed him a touch. That touch turned into a lick, then a kiss. Her nipples at attention she slowly pushed him away to shimmy out of her booties, leaving behind her thigh high stockings and a pair of lacy black panties.

Lenton pulled her stockings down slowly, kissing his way to her scantily clad pussy. He rubbed her though her panties. Then he pulled on the waistband, signaling it was time. She removed her panties and stood before him naked. 

Next came the removal of his shirt. She smiled and caressed his chest. Her tongue licked its way to his nipple, her hand found his cock once again.

Lenton lowered Shiloh back onto the bed, but this time it was his cock that she felt against her while they kissed. She wanted him to lick her. She wanted to feel that pleasure. But there was something she needed more. She broke off the kiss and for the second time this evening she looked him in the eyes and said "Fuck me."

Shiloh spread her legs wide for him. She was very ready. Lenton reared up slightly and grasped his cock. It was huge, veiny, and ready. He lowered himself to her.

"Fuck me," she demanded again. "FUCK ME!" In one motion he buried himself to the hilt. Her head involuntarily fell back and she groaned.

That first touch, the parting of her moist lips, the penetration; she felt the flared head enter her, she felt every vein, she felt his muscles tense, her entire world revolved around her wet cunt. Almost all the way out, she felt empty. Only for a moment until he rammed his thick cock back inside her. His balls, even now ready to explode, pounded mercilessly against her. 

Lenton roughly grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Without consideration he grabbed both her legs and pushed them up towards her breasts. Shiloh pushed back. Grabbing onto the sheets, grabbing him, grasping hold of anything around her to force that wonderful cock deeper inside her. Deeper and harder until she might break. She didn't care. She just wanted to be filled with cock.

She felt her orgasm approach. It came from deep within her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to its rightful place. This only caused him to penetrate her farther. She could no longer deny her pleasure. Her abdomen clenched, her hands pulled on the blankets, her biceps flexed – her cunt tightened around his meaty cock, she involuntarily bent at the waist trying to squirm. He held her down effortlessly.

The thunder started from her groin and built up momentum as it traveled the length of her body. Her mind saw colors, saw flashes of light, she felt restrained, violated, animalistic. She dragged her claws down his back. She marked her territory. Right now, here, this moment, he was there simply to please her. To make her come. 

Then she came.

Like a storm raging, her orgasm consumed her from head to toe. Lenton's momentum never slowed. Like a machine he pounded in then out of her. His throbbing cock divided her.

Then, as her orgasm settled and she opened her eyes, she realized that he too was not far away. He stopped then, pulling back from her. She was not disappointed because she knew he was not finished with her just yet.

He looked directly in her eyes. Shiloh knew that she possessed what he wanted. And at this moment, what he needed. She stared back as he grabbed her hips and pulled her over, face down on the bed. She was a rag doll to him and she no more could resist his movements then she could resist the need to breathe. She knew what he wanted. She arched on the bed. Lay her head upon her forearms and presented the gift to him.

He entered her, like before, in one swift motion, giving her everything he had. He grabbed her hips like handles on a self stimulation device, for to him, that's all she was now. A living breathing device for his pleasure. He pounded in then out of her. 

She knew she would come again....soon.

He slowed for a moment, to catch his breath, he knew if he kept this pace up that it would be over, and he didn't want that. Not yet.

As he regained a more regular rhythm he began to explore her body. First, a light caress of her exquisitely shaped back.... leading up to her hair. Hair that needed to be pulled. With her back arched, her head pulled back he maintained his rhythmic intrusion. 

She was closer.

Lenton let go of her hair and ran his hands down her sides, over her hips, to her ass. Lenton's brow furrowed as he took note of the discolored bruises on both her ass cheeks. He hadn't recalled them being so dark and he knew something must have happened to her since he had viewed her naked form last.

As gentle as possible, his hands cupped her ass cheeks. Shiloh groaned as she could feel that he was guiding his cock into her, feeling his shaft penetrate her to the hilt.

To him, this was the perfect view. This was heaven. His cock looked massive reciprocating in then out of her body. He felt her insides. He felt her muscle contractions. He knew he would come soon.

His hands slipped around the fine curve of her ass to that forbidden place. He knew not how many had been there, but he knew that at this moment she was his. Her wetness combined with his lubrication made his task easy. 

He slipped a finger in her ass. Her body blossomed when she groaned with pleasure. He grinned wickedly. Deeper his finger went. He could feel himself thrusting in and out of her cunt. He could feel her insides pulsating on his finger.

She was coming again. That was all that mattered. Her orgasm overcame her, her skin tingling and her breathing hard and fast. A strangled cry came from Shiloh, "Gods, Lenton ... Now ... Yes," and her hips bucked wildly as her body spasmed in ecstasy.

Lenton's rhythm changed to a faster, more intense thrusting as he neared orgasm. His breath came in pants and he clung to Shiloh as he thrust his hips against her. His body began to convulse and his mouth opened, allowing a gasp to escape. Like an explosion, Lenton filled her with every need, want, and desire he had to give. Blissfully he laid, his body emptying itself, draining him of his passion. Shiloh felt the warmth of his seed spread as he emptied the fluids of his climax deep inside of her. "Oh, gods!" Lenton exclaimed as he finally finished and pulled out of her.

He collapsed on the bed next to her. Shiloh rolled next to him, her muscles still twitching, her fingers massaging him, her back covered in sweat. Burying his face in her hair, he wished he could have her with him forever. But he knew that could never be. But there was this night and he intended to make it last.

Lenton pushed himself to rest against his elbow. His hands gently caressed her face as he leaned in to kiss her. His tongue trailed around her lips, taking her breath on an erotic journey.

His touch sent shivers throughout her body, quickly followed by intense heat, a burning that she needed him so desperately to quench. Her eyes opened, intently watching him as he watched her, enjoying the fleeting expressions as they flickered across his face. 

Lenton's fingers continued to gently trace down her neck and collarbone, melting her and making her quiver. His chuckle of approval turning her into a puddle of need. 

Then, his lips and tongue followed closely behind his fingers. Moving slowly from her lips down her neck to her shoulder. Flicking little licks down her chest, teasing around her nipple. Making her take his head in her hands and pulling him closer to her, silently begging him to take her nipple into his mouth. 

Again, his chuckle rumbled through her as he conceded to her demand and firmly sucked her nipple, flicking it with the tip with his tongue. A stream of fire shot directly to her center, causing her to gasp and moan, digging her fingers into his scalp. Her hips arched toward him and she can feel his moan travel through her breast as she pressed against his semi-hard cock. 

Her fingers kneaded his neck and scalp, the silkiness of his red hair making her hands tingle in anticipation. Shiloh let them explore his shoulders and back as he continued his sweet torture of her breasts, wringing ragged cries of delight from her lips. 

His hands moved down her body, leaving trails of fire behind. Slowly and gently caressing her. Starting at the sides of her breasts, teasing and laughing as her body instinctively twitched as he tickled her. 

His voice constantly murmured in her ear. Words of encouragement. His deep voice rumbled through her body, nearly making her cum without any further help. So extremely sexy, his smile. His eyes. And, by the gods, his voice! Getting deeper as he became more aroused.

His fingers explored further down her body until he finally began teasing around her pussy and brushing the scant hair that he had enjoyed so thoroughly. His fingers gently spread her lips, plucking at the folds around her clit, drawing cries of delight from deep within her.

Shiloh watched him move down. She felt his lips and tongue trailing down her stomach, around her navel. Her muscles tensed with anticipation of what's to come. Her breath caught in her throat as his hot breath wafted over her pussy lips. His tongue darted out to tease, causing both to moan in pleasure.

Suddenly he plunged his fingers inside of her as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her body came alive as she arched up, screaming as her orgasm ripped through her. He continued to lick and fondle her pussy as she slowly floated down from heaven while he used his tongue to softly lap at her clit, licking up her juices. 

Sitting up, looking her in the eye, Lenton licked her cum off of his fingers. Waves of desire for this man washed through her and she reached up and pulled him down to her, kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. 

Sucking his tongue into her mouth, Shiloh pressed him onto his back, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her down on top of him. She gasped against his mouth as his cock presses against her pussy, almost entering her. Teasing her. 

He moaned as she started moving against his body, intent on returning the actions that had given her so much pleasure. She trailed her tongue down his neck to his collarbone, feeling his body arch, giving her better access. She teased and tormented with her fingers, giving as good as she'd gotten. She delighted in tickling his stomach and down to his thighs. Almost touching his cock, but always pulling back at the last moment. Dragging moans and that sexy, deep rumbling chuckle from him.

Shiloh seemed amazed that her touch was bringing this out in him. Feeling powerful and sexy, she rose up over him, straddling his hips, letting his cock slide between her pussy lips yet not allowing him to enter her, torturing both of them. She leaned down over him, her breasts brushing his chest and she whispered in his ear, "I'm going to lick my juices off of your cock, and then I'm going to suck you until you cum deep down my throat."

Lenton's groan was half compliance, half agony as she arched her back and moved her hips against him. Slowly sliding down his body, feeling her wetness against her skin as his cock trailed up her belly, between her breasts, hitting her chin.

She looked up at him, deep into his eyes, as she slowly lapped the head of his cock with her tongue. His hands, seeming to have a mind of their own, dived into her hair, trying to press her down further onto his cock. Shiloh opened her mouth, glad to comply as the thrill of pure electricity shot through her body. She loved having control over him!

His body tensed, fingers digging into her scalp as she slowly took his cock deep into her mouth, and let her tongue swirl around the head.

His growl of approval was exactly what she longed to hear, "Yes, beautiful, take it deeper." His hands gently yet firmly pushed her to take more of him.

Shiloh sucked in a deep breath and swallowed him whole, feeling his balls against her chin.

She could feel his body shaking as he began to lose control. He pulled her away from his cock, begging, "No baby, I want to fuck you again! I'm going to cum deep in that pussy of yours!"

Shiloh squealed and giggled as he tossed her over on her back, loving his show of strength and touch of playfulness.

His fingers stroked her softly open, diving into her, spreading her wetness around, and slowly guided his rock hard cock to her slit.

He rested the head of his cock just inside of her, looked her in the eyes, taking her feet and placing them on his shoulders, spreading her knees wide and suddenly plunged himself into her already swollen pussy. He pounded into her over and over, bringing her to orgasm very quickly. 

Slowly he leaned forward, pushing her knees back and opening her further to his demands. He held himself up on his hands and arched into her, slowly stroking her pussy with his cock.

Shiloh could feel her eyes begin to roll back into her head as another orgasm ripped through her. Lenton whole body quivered as he gave into an exclamation of delight as her pussy clenched around him, nearly forcing him out of her.

He rose up over her again, his intent clear. He pulled from her, turned her over, and placed her on her knees. Giving her no time to prepare, he plunged into her, his balls hitting her clit as he pounded her deep and hard. His hands gripped her hips, rocking her back into him. She watched him in the mirror at the end of the bed, his head thrown back, his eyes catching hers, looking and watching each other as their mutual orgasms consumed them. He continued to pound into her, shooting his seed deep inside of her. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 12



Screaming, Shiloh exploded around him, her pussy convulsing around his cock, milking his release from him. The eroticism of watching their fuck in the mirror made their connection so much more intense.

Gods, how erotic it was for Shiloh to watch his face as he emptied his seed within her steamy depths! She loved the fierce intensity, the glory of achievement. This was when she can see deep into his being and share something truly intimate with him. Not just sex, but a part of each other to share with no one else. He collapsed against her, pushing her down into the bed. She loved the feel of his body pressing into her and could hardly tell where he ended and she began. He rolled onto his side, holding her to him, slowly stroking her from shoulder to hip, and soothing her as she shook in reaction to their intense fucking. 

"Gods!" Shiloh groaned as her pussy spasmed delightfully. Little aftershocks of pleasure raced through her and she trembled as she pressed herself to the heat of his body. "I had no idea this night would be so pleasurable."

Lenton chuckled. "I always aim to please, sweetheart, and I am glad I had this chance to pleasure you. I must be honest with you, though. This will never happen again between us, Shiloh."

She cocked an eyebrow at him, her curiosity peaked. "Why? Is it because I am supposed to be off-limits? Or because Vico thinks I am his property?"

"Partly yes for both of those reasons, but I feel I should be honest with you. You deserve the truth, Shiloh. The reason why I had to change the venue of our rendezvous is because my bride to be and the mother of my child are now residing there. This was a sort of last chance to experience such wonder before I wed her on the morrow." Lenton flashed a meaningful look at her. "Truthfully, I did not know she was pregnant when I made this date with you. I only learned about it this morning, but I couldn't give up the chance to be with such a beautiful, vivacious woman such as you. Please do not be mad at me. It has never been my intention to use you in any way. Like I told you, it is not often that a guy like me has the opportunity of having someone as breathtaking as you are interested in him."

She nodded at him and cracked a smile. "I do understand, Lenton, and I appreciate your honesty. I wish you all the best on your nuptials. I hope she realizes what a wonderful husband she is getting and I hope she appreciates you for the sweet man you are."

"Then I am glad that you are not upset with me," he chuckled.

"No, not at all. I figured we would have a one time thing together. I wasn't expecting forever. I can't with the 'off-limits' restrictions that has been put on me. There is also to fact that if Vico knew I was here, he'd punish me even more."

Lenton skimmed his hand over her bottom, causing Shiloh to wince. "Did he....is he responsible for these bruises?"

"Yes, he is. We have complicated relationship. We are not lovers or anything like that. He thinks he owns me and can tell me what to do and who I can not fuck, but I am stubborn and have decided I'll do as I please, no matter how much it provokes his anger," she explained as she smiled at him and rolled to her stomach. She jumped and sprang from the bed as she heard footsteps on the stairs. "Shit!"

"Calm down, honey. I'm sure it's not Vico. He had a job to do tonight for Alfons. Actually I have a surprise for you." Lenton waggled his eyebrows at her.

"What?" Shiloh asked curiously.

"Lie in the middle of the bed and spread your arms and hands out," Lenton instructed as he waved at the door. He pulled a blindfold out and covered her eyes with it. Shiloh readily complied and he used scarves to attach her wrists and ankles to the four posts of the bed. He made sure there was some slack - his goal wasn't to entirely immobilize her - but he did ensure that the knots were tight enough that she wouldn't be able to slip out of them. He checked his handiwork and then told her he'd be back shortly to begin giving her surprise. 

The blond haired bodyguard of Master Nathan's that Shiloh had flirted with stepped into the room and stripped down to his skivvies. He nodded at Lenton and stared at the view. Shiloh, naked and tied to the bed, lying there waiting. She looked so beautiful, creamy white flesh framing her exposed pussy. 

Lenton motioned to Warent. He grinned and looked back at Lenton, who nodded his affirmation. He walked over to the bed and climbed onto it. Warent bent over and started to kiss Shiloh's leg just above the knot on her ankle. He heard her exhale, glad that her wait had finally ended. 

He kissed all around her lower leg, and then switched over to the other one. He worked his way up one thigh, then the other. When he reached the top of one leg, bypassed her crotch and started to kiss her flat stomach. Lenton watched, her erect nipples atop the domes of her breasts confirming her excitement. 

He then started to kiss one of her arms from the wrist to the shoulder, across her collar bone, then down her other arm. On the way back, she puckered her lips as if expecting a kiss, but he ignored that and continued to kiss her arms. 

Warent stopped and got off the bed. 

"Why are you stopping?" she asked. 

"No reason. Just enjoy," Lenton replied and climbed onto the bed, repeating what Warent had done to her, again avoiding her lips, breasts, and pussy. Her breathing had become a little more labored since we had started. Lenton got off the bed and she looked a bit disappointed. He motioned to Warent, who returned to her. He kissed his way up one arm, and then kissed one of her breasts. He kissed around and around it, finally taking the erect nipple into his mouth. Shiloh started to moan softly. He switched breasts, kissing the other one, but started caressing the first one with his hand. If she had any knowledge that it wasn't Lenton kissing her, she certainly didn't let on. 

He kissed his way back down her flat stomach, but stopped just above her hairless mound. He climbed around so that he was between her legs and started to kiss the insides of her thighs, but still avoiding her pussy. After a few minutes, he stopped and looked at Lenton. Lenton nodded and Warent resumed kissing her thighs and then finally reached her glistening pussy. Shiloh gasped when his tongue first made contact with her pussy. 

He licked her clit for a while, and then started to tongue her slit. Lenton quietly moved so that he could get a better view. He could see him working away at her pussy, licking all around it, inserting one, then two fingers into her. Her moaning became louder and it seemed to encourage him. He increased the pace, pushing her even higher. 

Lenton decided he had had enough, and stepped over to the edge of the bed and got on beside her. He didn't think Shiloh had noticed another person getting on the bed, being too caught up in her build-up to orgasm, but she gasped when he took one of her nipples into her mouth. 

"Who...? What the...?" One tongue can't be in two places at the same time. Shiloh realized that it wasn't just Lenton on the bed with her. 

Both Warent and Lenton kept going, and soon her orgasm overtook her. 

"Oh... oh... oh... Ooooohhhhhhh!" Shiloh climaxed, her nipples in Lenton's fingers and Warent's tongue at her clit and fingers in her pussy, her body shaking. 

After she came down, Lenton kissed her on the lips. 

"Lenton, what's going on? Who's here?" 

Lenton didn't answer her at first, but moved down the bed closer to Warent, who was sitting back, still between her spread legs. 

"Don't worry about anything. You're safe," Lenton said, now that he was certain she wouldn't know which of us was which. "Just relax and have fun." 

Lenton looked at Warent and he knew what was next. Warent looked back at a very naked Shiloh, her sopping pussy spread before him, a pussy he had only dreamed about being able to fuck. 

Warent reached down, removed his skivvies and his cock popped out. The tip was all shiny with precum. He moved forward onto his knees and moved in closer to Shiloh's gaping pussy. Reaching down, he took his shaft in his hand and guided it to her entrance. She let out a moan when the tip of his cock touched her pink pussy lips. 

He paused for a moment, and then started to push himself into her, their breathing becoming more ragged. She must have been very wet from her orgasm, because he didn't seem to be having any trouble getting his cock all the way into her tight channel. He put his hands on her hips and started vigorously thrusting himself into her. 

Lenton moved away from her and watched for a while. It was incredibly erotic, watching Shiloh get fucked by Warent. He kept plugging away at her and she grunted with each thrust. Lenton got back on the bed, next to her head. 

"You want to suck me?" he asked her, placing the head of his cock near her mouth. 

"Yeah, give me your cock," she replied. Her hands were still bound and eyes covered, but she stuck out her tongue and he moved so that it touched the tip of my cock. Her mouth opened and sucked in a few inches of his cock. 

Warent groaned as he started cumming inside Shiloh. He reached under and gripped the cheeks of her ass as he emptied his load into her. Lenton pulled his cock out of her mouth, not wanting to cum too soon. Warent's thrusts slowed to a stop, and then he removed his hands from under her. He extracted his cock from her pussy, which was dripping with their combined juices and Shiloh let out a low moan. 

He got off the bed and Lenton quickly took his place between her legs. Her pussy was all red and swollen and some of Warent's cum was leaking out. He positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed all the way inside in one thrust, she was that wet. 

"Oh Lenton, fuck me... fuck me hard!" He grabbed her ass just like Warent had, and really started to hammer her, knowing he wasn't going to last too long, not after the two earlier fucks they'd indulged in. With her hands and feet tied down, the best Shiloh could manage was to rock her hips as he fucked her. 

Despite all the cum in her pussy, he could still feel her tightness around his cock. Warent must have given her a big load. 

Shiloh started moaning that she was cumming and he could feel her pussy tighten even more around his shaft. Lenton kept up the pace as she wailed out, "Oh fuck! I'm cumming! Don't stop fucking me..." 

Before she had finished her orgasm he could feel his own start. "Uhh!" he grunted, as he felt his cum jet out of the tip of cock into her pussy. He pumped his seed into her, adding it to Warent's load, and then slumped over her, kissing her. When he withdrew his softening cock from her pussy it made a plopping sound. 

"That was incredible," Shiloh said after she recovered her breath. 

"We're going to untie your feet and hands, but you have to promise not to remove your blindfold." 

She thought about it and then agreed, "I promise." 

Warent and Lenton untied her. Immediately she dropped a hand to her dripping pussy and started rubbing it around. "Oh fuck! That was amazing. Will I ever get to meet my mystery fucker?" 

"We'll see." 

Seeing that Warent's cock was starting to harden again, Lenton looked at him and asked Shiloh if she'd like to meet his cock again. 

"Oh yeah!" 

He moved close to her head and put the head of his tool right up to her mouth. She grabbed it with her other hand and started licking and sucking on it, rubbing her clit even harder. 

Once she had him good and hard, Lenton asked her if she wanted to fuck again.

She smiled and nodded, his cock still in her mouth. 

"Why don't you ride him?" 

"Uh-huh!" she grunted, and then removed his cock. Warent lay down on the bed and guided Shiloh up so that she straddled him. She reached down between her legs and found his dick, positioning it at her pussy. 

"Alright, mystery man, ready to fuck me again?" 

"Yeah," Warent gasped. It was the first thing he'd said since we started, but Lenton wasn't sure if it was enough for her to figure out who he was. 

Shiloh put her hands on his chest and slowly lowered herself inch by inch down his cock, impaling herself on his rod. She started to fuck him, and he stared at her breasts bouncing before him. After a few minutes she sat up straight, still fucking herself with his cock. She reached down, fingering her clit and Warent reached up to cup her breasts with his hands. Her face started to go flush again, a sign of her impending orgasm. 

"I'm cumming!" She cried, "Oh gods, I'm cumming!" 

She rode Warent like a mad woman, taking pleasure from thrusting herself up and down on his hard cock. He held on while her orgasm ripped through her, her fucking reaching a frenzied pace. Then she slowed as her climax receded. Now Warent clearly wanted his release - his hands moved down to her hips and he guided her movements. 

"You want to shoot another load into my pussy?" She asked him. "Cum for me. Cum inside my pussy again." 

Her words were having the desired effect on Warent, his hands forced her down harder and harder onto his cock. They were having an effect on Lenton, too, his rod standing at attention. Her mouth opened in an "O" as Warent started cumming, his second load of spunk flooding her already sopping wet pussy. 

When he stopped, she leaned forward and started kissing him on the lips. She lifted her hips up a bit and his soft cock fell out of her pussy. Lenton gazed upon her cute but battered ass, and pink pussy lips dripping with cum. He felt compelled to go over. 

Getting on the bed behind her, he knelt between Warent's legs and aimed his hard cock at her gaping hole. She was still kissing Warent when he thrust into her. Lenton ran his hands around, feeling the bare skin of her ass and the smooth flesh of her thighs as he slid his dick in and out of her. This fuck was definitely going to last longer than the last one he gave her. 

Her pussy still felt tight - he could feel her bearing down on his in-thrusts to make it as snug as possible - and their coupling was making lewd, squishing sounds because of all the cum. She and Warent continued to make out, his hands cupping her tits. 

"Let me lie down on my back," she asked after Lenton had been fucking her for about ten minutes, "I'm getting sore in this position." 

He pulled out and Shiloh rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs for him. He quickly reinserted his cock and resumed fucking her. 

No longer trapped under Shiloh, Warent watched Shiloh and Lenton for a while then got up, leaving the room. Deciding it was probably time, Lenton reached up and removed the blindfold. Shiloh looked back at him with those blue eyes and he slowed his thrusts, as if hypnotized. He stared into her eyes as they switched from fucking to love making. 

"Lenton..." Her hands ran along my sides, caressing him. "Thank you. Thank you for fucking my brains out. I am so thoroughly enjoying it."

He knew how much she loved sex, but hearing her thank him for him and a friend taking turns screwing her still sounded strange. 

"My pleasure, sweet Shiloh." She pulled his lips to hers and they kissed passionately. 

"Lenton," she whispered, breaking the kiss, "Fuck me...harder." 

Increasing the pace, he started pounding into her, his pubic bone mashing up against her clitoris. He would pull his cock all the way out, then thrust back inside. She hooked her ankles behind his butt to increase the force of the fucking. 

Her breath became more ragged, building to another orgasm. 

"Yeah! Cum for me, slut," he encouraged her. "Cum on my cock." 

"Fuck me with that hard cock. Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" 

"I'm cumming!" he exclaimed, feeling his cum pump out of my cock. 

She screamed out that she was cumming, too, and he felt her pussy contracting around his cock as he continued to shoot into her.

They emerged from the bedchamber to find a naked Warent sitting on the divan, his soft cock drooping between his legs. Shiloh walked over and kissed him. "Thanks for cumming over, Warent." Shiloh purred, "I could only dream of this happening. You will have to give me a moment or two to rest and clean up. I would like to have you all to myself."

Warent chuckled. "Ah, little Shiloh. Trust me, it was my pleasure. I jumped at the chance to be here tonight."

She cocked an eyebrow. "How did you get out of guard duty? And does anyone know where you are?"

"Master Nathan gave me the night off because they wanted to try out a couple new guards. He is trying to disperse us out to different locations for safety reasons. And as far as where I'll be this evening, Wesh knew I had plans to meet up with some pretty little thing for some fun."

"Does he know it was me?"

"No, he doesn't know it was you. I didn't give him any details. Most of 'The Family' now knows about Lenton's little bride to be, so I can just say we had us a little bachelor party in his honor," Warent winked at her.

"You guys really know how to fuck a girl silly," she giggled. "The blindfold was thrilling. Not knowing who was doing what really excited me. At first I was a bit nervous, but the more I thought about it, the more I realize that I had to trust Lenton. I believe he would never put me in harm's way." She put her hand down on top of Lenton's. 

"Vico would probably have my nuts if any harm came to you," Lenton scoffed.

Shiloh rolled her eyes and held her hand out to Warent. "Let's not think of Vico or Master Nathan or anything else this night. Come with me and let me take you to the heavens, if only for a little while."

Lenton smiled at her. "Have fun, little slut, because I do have other surprises for you."

She cocked an eyebrow. "Do tell!"

"If I did, it wouldn't be a surprise, eh?" He chuckled.

"You have intrigued me, my dear. I can hardly wait." She took hold of Warent's hand and led him back up to the bedchamber. She smiled at him longingly and leaned against his body, feeling her breasts rub against the hardness of his chest. She offered her lips up to him and he took them in a sensuously possessive kiss. But her lips did not stop at his. She pulled away, taking charge and nibbled on his neck, gently biting him with eagerness, her hand sliding down his chest. She slid her hands down his chest and sought out his cock. His hardness so warm, she couldn't wait anymore. 

She slid down and knelt before him. She took him hungrily in her mouth, kissing him gently at first, then sliding her tongue down the shaft, her hand cupping his balls as she approached them. She gasped with pleasure as he got harder in her mouth. She sucked on it as she pulled back up and he moaned and brought his hands to her hair. He pressed her gently back down on him. Her breathing growing harder and her breasts bouncing as she went down on him over and over again. 

Shiloh felt herself reaching the edge again and suddenly he pulled her off of him. Her mouth coming away just as he came, her hand on the shaft letting him cum on her face and her breasts. Warent moaned happily and pushed her back against bed. Their lips meeting in a deep kiss. His hand touched her face and she gasped, pressing her hips against him. His hand slid down her neck gently over her breast and she quivered beneath him. Slowly he lingered there, his hand cupping her breast, massaging it, teasing the nipple slowly sliding his finger across it. Warent held her tongue with his teeth, and then let it go and thrust his own tongue deep in her mouth as he pinched her nipple. 

Her hips slammed hard against him and he felt her shudder beneath him. His hand ran down her stomach and her back arched against him, raising her breasts to his face. Warent grasped a nipple between his teeth as his hand found the warmth between her legs. Her fingernails pressed into his arm. He slid his fingers along her wetness, teasing her clit, gently passing over it and back down her lips, circling her but not entering her. He loved what she became, when the passion took her. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 12



Warent pulled up and watched her face as his fingers probed but never satiated her need. Her bedroom eyes, they nearly pleaded for release. He smiled at her, his eyes full of lust. He brought his lips to hers and she arched her back again in hunger. She grasped his hand in hers, pressing him into her. She pressed herself against his hand, sliding up and down his palm. Just as he felt her reaching fulfillment he pulled away. Shiloh squeaked as she cried out in dismay. 

Warent sat up and away from her slowly, she quickly followed. She pressed her lips against his, sucking on his tongue. Taking her hips in his hands he pulled her on top of him. She felt his hardness against her and she gasped with pleasure. Her eagerness overcoming but she knew he wanted to play, to go slow this time. She rubbed against him, never putting it in. He moaned, his grasp on her hips tightening as he began to suck on her neck. She arched her back against him and his lips found the nape of her neck. Shiloh cried out in pleasure and even though his hands pulled on her hips she continued to tease him with her warmth and wetness. She was so wet that she slid along his shaft easily, she gently moved her hips, pressing him against her clit, and she pulled back down over it again until she felt his balls against her bottom. 

She quickened the pace and his one hand slid up and grasped the back of her hair. He pulled her to him, he kissed her deeply, then he reached down grabbing her under her bottom. He pulled her up spreading her wide. She cried out as she felt the tip touch her, poised and ready. "Give it to me. Now," he ordered. Shiloh shuddered as she pressed down on him hard. He moaned, leaning into her pressing his hips into her so it pressed even deeper. 

Warent filled her, his cock tight in her, throbbing. She came hard as he squeezed her bottom and filled her deep. Her fingernails running down his arms. She cried out as she felt the release and he moaned loudly into her neck. He pulled her in close holding her tight onto him as she trembled. "Delicious," he whispered in her ear gently kissing her. She moaned into his shoulder. "More," she whispered. They rocked together gently a few minutes longer. Her muscles still lightly contracting over him as he throbbed in her. Wrapped tightly into each others arms. Enjoying touching him all over. Her lips met his and they kissed. Slowly she kissed down his neck, nibbling gently. Her lips ran along his chest, her tongue making circles as she slowly pressed down. He took her chin into his hand again and pulled her back up to his lips. 

He kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining, their breath coming heavy as the passion built again. He nuzzled her and whispered, "Roll over onto your stomach." 

Shiloh pouted for a moment and then complied. She laid her head onto her arms and watched him walk over to the dresser. His lean, muscular body sent her body temperature soaring again. He took something off the armoire and came back to the bed. She smiled at him as he came over and kissed her. Warent climbed on the bed and gently straddled her back. She squealed with surprise. 

He began rubbing her shoulders, his hand satiny with the fragrant oil he had taken from the dresser. She sighed deeply with dreamy enrapture. Warent's hands worked gently on the back of her neck, carefully pulling her hair to the side exposing her whole neck for him to work with. The tender touch of his fingers massaging imaginary kinks, and teasing her pleasure spots. Slowly he worked his way over her shoulder blades, and down her spine. She giggled lightly as his fingers tickled over her sides. His hands working methodically and soothingly over her entire back. Slowly he lifted himself off her back, moving to her side. 

Shiloh watched his face as he lovingly massaged little circles on her lower back. His fingers sliding over her bottom, bringing a gasp from her lips. He caressed her bottom, rubbing the oil into her bruised skin, she buried her face into her arms again and bit her lip. Slowly his hands slid over her thighs, working gently over them. The oil warm on his hands, he worked down over her legs. Tiny gasps of pleasure escaped her lips. His fingers spent extra time on the knees and ankles and she was slowly losing her ability to remain still. He finally came to her feet. Her body trembled lightly beneath his touch. He kneaded her foot gently. As he finished one and started the other she rolled over, and sat up.

Shiloh reached for him and he pulled her firmly into his arms, kissing her deeply. Warent gently laid her back down on the bed, she moaned with pleasure as he began to repeat the treatment on her front. His hands massaging lotion into the front of her shoulders and down her arms. He softly rubbed her ribs, his hands moving gently over her breasts. Her backed arched, her nipples hard and another cry of pleasure escaped her lips. His hands carefully worked over her stomach, pressing down on her so that her back was against the bed again. He paid special attention to her belly button, causing her to quiver from head to toe, her hands reaching for his. With a smile he gently set her hands back at her side and began to massage her hips, his fingers slowly working down to her pelvis. Her legs parted of their own free will, and he sucked in a deep breath at the sight he was given. 

Warent lightened his touch caressing over her mound, her hips pressing up against him. He slid his fingers over to massage the inside of her thighs. Bringing his knees between her legs he spread her wider, his fingers working slowly just at the edge of her warmth. Her lips spread slightly of their own mind, her pink skin bringing a moan from his lips as he did his best to focus on massaging her legs. Her hands grasped his and pulled them to her, she spread her legs wider and he could see the pinkness of her inner lips, the swollen hunger of her clit. She pushed herself up to meet his fingers as they touched the silky wet warmth between her legs. 

Licking his lips hungrily, he leaned down, pressing his lips to her clit to gently kiss it. Shiloh cried out with need, and wrapped her fingers into his hair. Her divine smell captivated him and he immersed himself in bringing screams of ecstasy from her. Shiloh cried out, pulling him into her as his tongue penetrated her. Her legs trembled beneath him, he worked his tongue over her lips, and back over her clit. Barely keeping her grasp from restraining his movements, and thrust his tongue back into her. She screamed again, her legs writhing beneath him as she came hard on his face. Warent sucked on her softly as the waves overcame her, letting them wash over her, taking her over the top. Her fingers locked tightly in his hair, her eyes glazed with ecstasy. 

As she slowly came down he began again, she tried to pull away, but he held her thighs tight. She shook beneath him, succumbing again to the waves of passion. Her fingers tugged hard on his hair and her legs wrapped tightly around him. He slowly brought his fingers to her, pressing them deep into her. Ecstasy overwhelmed her, her back arched as her hips heaved against him. Warent's mouth pressed hard against her clit. With a scream she gushed on his hand, her muscles convulsing over him. He held on gently to her, her legs quivered over his shoulders, the cry of her orgasm bringing his need to the peak. Warent planted kisses on her inner thigh, softly touching her as she settled back to the bed. 

As Shiloh let him loose, her body collapsing back against the bed, he climbed up beside her. Gently he traced circles over her stomach, little tremors following his fingers path. Warent pressed his body against hers and she felt his hardness against her thigh. She gasped again. Wrapping her arms around his neck she kissed him, her tongue provoking his into a sensual dance. She rolled towards him so that she could feel him against her lower stomach. Her need rose again at the feel of him jump against her. They kissed for awhile, her fingers softly curled into the hair on the back of his neck, her hips pressing her against him, feeling him grow even more with every thrust. Slowly she pushed him onto his back.

Straddling him she pressed her wetness firmly over him. Warent moaned, his eyes closed a little as his cock enjoyed her warmth. She grabbed the oil he had abandoned, and rubbed it into her hands to make it warm. Slowly she ran her fingers over his shoulders, massaging the lotion into his skin. Her fingers moved lightly over his chest as her hips rocked, causing him to buck again beneath her. She smiled at him and pressed down harder on him. Her hands moved to his abdomen and pressed the palm of her hands into his sides, rubbing his strong muscles. 

Shiloh's hips moved little circles over him, rubbing her wet inner lips along his hardness. His moan of pleasure brought her eagerness back and she pressed down harder on him. Her fingers moved up over his nipples rubbing gently around them. He pulled her to him their lips meeting, touching, he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. His hands slid into the back of her hair, holding her close to him. His other hand reached down to her breast and slowly tweaked her nipple. A gasp broke from her lips and sucked in it as he pressed his hips up against her. 

Their gentle movements, hips pressed against hips, his hardness jumping against her clit. They kissed, her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands slid down to her hips and slowly lifted her high enough off of him to press into her tight warmth. As the tip popped in, her back arched and trembled over him with pleasure. He slowly pressed her down, pushing himself deep into her. Her lips came back to his and slowly they rocked gently moving against each other. Her muscles tightened over him, rhythmically, as he began to arch against. His fingers kneaded her hips as they held the rocking motion. His became even harder in her, filling her deeply and pushing gently into her over and over again. 

They held tight to each other. Their tongues entwined and their hips gently moved slowly against each other. Suddenly he thrust hard, his hand reached up behind her neck and held her lips pressed tightly to his, his tongue thrusting hard into her mouth. She screamed in his mouth as he came in her. Hot streams of liquid filled her deep inside. Her body trembled over him, her hips pressed hard into his. He bucked under her, his manhood jumping in her as her muscles convulsed over him. They shuddered together as she collapsed on him. Laying her whole body across his. He continued to kiss her, sucking her trembling screams of ecstasy into his mouth. 

Slowly their trembling ceased, she laid her head on his shoulder, still holding tightly to him. He buried his face in her hair drinking in her smell. "You have to be the sweetest creature that ever lived, little Shiloh," Warent whispered. "I don't understand why anyone would want to hurt you."

She smiled up at him sweetly, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. How could she tell him that she honestly enjoyed most of the pain Vico had inflicted upon her? She wondered how much he knew. "I would rather not think of it at this moment," she whispered. 

He nodded. "I hope I didn't hurt you the other day when Chella brought you up during your test."

"No, oh no, you did not hurt me," she chuckled as she cuddled into him. "I never expected something like this. You must think I am some kind of slut for being here, just having had Lenton and all."

He shook his head. "No, I don't, sweet Shiloh. I heard about his pending nuptials when he stopped by the office and he pulled me aside. I think he knew I liked you, too, but we all know you are off-limits. Wesh warned me again to stay away for obvious reasons. Not so much the boss, but mainly Vico. You don't cross the boss. That goes for Vico, too. Lenton told me what was up and offered me the chance to come by. He heard through a buddy of his who heard from Caron that you liked me as well."

"Caron?" Shiloh squeaked and buried her face in her hands.

Warent nodded. "Yes, Caron. He told me he was taking Trissa out tonight. He said had planned a moonlight dinner on a rooftop overlooking the riverfront. Fairly romantic."

Shiloh's face burned with indignation. "How could he? With that two-bit slut?!?!?"

"You didn't know?"

"He said he didn't like her...." Shiloh sputtered out. "Trissa and Vico have been trying to keep Caron and I away from each other."

"Vico loaned him the money to make it perfect for her, even bought her this sexy little dress to wear." Warent told her. "We all knew about it. The boss even gave him the night off."

"He lied to me," Shiloh growled. "Do you know where they'll be? Which rooftop?"

"Shiloh, you haven't exactly told him the truth either. Who are you to condemn him when you have just fucked two men you hardly know? Yes, we all know about what has gone on between you and Caron. Vico is serious, though. He will kill Caron if he doesn't tow the line and stay away from you. And the boss has backed Vico up 100%. Lenton and I are both taking a colossal risk being here with you, but we both agreed that the rewards were greater. How many commoners can say they ever had a chance to fuck the royal princess?"

She glared at him. "So that was all this was about? Getting to fuck the royal princess? Haven't you noticed that I am no longer the princess? The Dhorn killed my parents and have taken over my home. Betancuria belongs to them now and I am extremely lucky to be alive. Thanks to that damned no good Vico. I'm going to make him rue the day he ever got the idea in his head that I am a piece of his property."

Shiloh flounced off the bed and began grabbing up her clothing. She hastily dressed and threw on her cloak. She picked up her haversack and sent one last chilling glare at Warent. "You will all rue the day."

He chuckled as he scooped up his pants and pulled them on. "Seriously, what are you going to do?" he called after her as she stormed down the stairs.

"Vico's going down!" She shouted back as she reached the lower level of the house. Lenton halted her as she headed to the door. "Out of my way!"

He grabbed her. "No, Shiloh. Listen to me. You will not leave these premises like this. You know not what you are up against if you foolishly go after Vico. Leave well enough alone. Caron knows the truth. He knows where you are and he knows he has to be where he is. Do not think for a minute just because you are royalty that you can command us to do as you wish. You are not calling the shots. Master Nathan is the boss and he calls all the shots. He may not be aware of this little rendezvous, but he is aware of your recent actions. Now get your ass back upstairs and try to pretend nothing has happened besides the wonderful fucking you've received from both of us. Or shall I be forced to call Vico?"

Shiloh met his eyes and shuddered with rage. "Bastard!" she hissed as she slapped him. Lenton grabbed her hands and shook her before lifting her and throwing her over his shoulder. He returned her to the bedroom where Warent sat waiting for her. "You told me Vico was on a job tonight for Alfons!"

"He is, but I do know where he is, though. Now, Shiloh, just relax and let us have some fun." Lenton purred as he set her to her feet. He sought out her lips and kissed her softly. Pulling off her clothing, he nudged her to the bed and let Warent pull her down. He palmed his cock and winked at her.

Shiloh raised an eyebrow. "So this is how is has to be? We fuck until you say I can go and I am not to cause trouble. That way our rendezvous stays low key and Vico or Master Nathan is none the wiser."

"Pretty much, sweetheart. Once we are done with you, we'll let you leave and you can go about your little tower break-in tonight." Warent smiled, "Now, bring your sweet little mouth to my cock."

She flashed a dirty look at him before obeying him. She knew she had no choice in the matter. If it saved Caron's life, then so be it. She'd just have to remember not to confront him about it. She laid her head on the Warent's thigh. She kissed the tip of his cock and then swirled her tongue around it. He let out a moan. Shiloh lifted up, slowly easing the cock into her mouth. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Warent let out another moan. As her warm lips worked Warent, Shiloh felt a hand begin to stroke her back and knew it was Lenton's.

She took the whole length in and closed her lips tightly around the base of the shaft. She sucked it long and hard, her tongue working on the length of his cock. Then she pulled back to the tip, carefully nipping the head. Warent was overwhelmed as her lips and tongue began to fuck him with her mouth. He thrust his hips up and down to get his cock in as deep as he could. Shiloh ran her hand down Lenton's body until she found his cock. She gripped it and pulled - directing him to lie closely to Warent.

She took turns on each cock; lightly licking and then face fucking while massaging their balls. The fumbling in the dark added to the tantalization of the moment. She sucked on one and gently jerked the other, alternating. 

"Ooooooo Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" came their simultaneous moans. All they knew was her lips and her hand.

She rose to sit astride Warent; her pert little ass cheeks warming his belly. She pushed against him until his cock was tight against her, between her cheeks - aching to spring back. She raised herself tentatively as he felt her wetness, his cock sliding free and smacking against his stomach. His hands followed her profile - along her thighs, over her hips, up her sides. He traced the shape of her, resting on her breasts - only to find Lenton's hands already there. Lenton was behind her, her swollen nipples clasped between his fingers.

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" She said in a voice that could melt ice.

Warent felt her tickling his shaft, then pressing a little harder she enveloped him with her then soaking pussy lips. He relished the wetness as she began to slide up and down the length, teasing. She heard him let out a sharp breath each time it passed over his swollen end, then down to his balls.

Lenton's hands held her hips tight; they were so smooth in the dark. Gently he ran his fingertips along her thighs - along the outside and then slowly up the inside. His fingertips stroked either side of her pussy as it slid back and forth. He listened to her sucking; she was on Warent's cock again.

Her mouth made a smacking noise as the cock pulled out quickly. She jerked her head back as Lenton found her clit and began to play, massaging it. They were both drenched with her juices. Warent moaned as she sucked harder. Their breathing became close to frantic.

"Oh Gods! Fuck me!" Shiloh could not wait any longer.

She took hold of the cock and placed the tip between her pussy lips, the hot wetness dribbling down him and over his balls. She lowered herself until their bodies were together; his cock so deep inside her that she almost climaxed. She rested her hands on his chest and eased herself down a little. 

Then she began to ride him; feeling her pussy lips part wider as they stroked against his hardness, swallowing him whole. "Ooohhhh! Ooohhhh!" 

Lenton's hands massaged her breasts again; he was astride Warent's legs, rubbing his cock against her ass. Before she knew it, his rock hard cock was sliding in deep between her cheeks. "Ooooooooohhhhh!!!" she squealed. 

She arched her back a little so as to accept both cocks more comfortably. They were deep inside almost touching through her pussy walls. She thrust herself back on them, controlling the movement. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"

The two men panted, their cocks sliding into her. Lenton trailed his tongue up Shiloh's back and she forced him deeper into her ass. Warent scratched along her hips and her thighs. Then he returned to her swollen clit - pinching it between his fingers. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Lenton pinched her stiff nipples as their thighs collided, harder with each stroke and their pace increasing. The gasps that fell from their wide-open mouths became moans.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 13



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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The Wizard's Tower

Shiloh sighed heavily as she left 15 Summer Lane behind. She knew she had been manipulated by Lenton and Warent. The thought of Caron with Trissa irritated her to no end. That conniving little bitch had it coming to her and one way or other Shiloh vowed to deliver. She didn't care what the consequences were. Shiloh would teach her a lesson she'd never forget. She smiled to herself and formed a plan in her head. It had to work.

With that dilemma resolved, she crept into the shadows and made her way through the market and down the middle thoroughfare leading into the South Betancuria. She made her way to the dark alleyway guarded by Rick Cars and hugged the building. She shimmied along it, knowing if he caught her a second time that she had no money on her whatsoever the consequences might bode ill for her. She didn't relish a confrontation with him this night. She had noticed the amount of patrols had doubled. She wasn't sure if the Dhorn were expecting trouble, but she knew she did not want to find out. 

Shiloh held her breath and pulled her cloak tighter around herself. She took a few more steps on her very tiptoes and noticed a middle aged man staggering towards the alleyway. She watched in horror as Rick and his gang descended upon the drunken sot. She knew this was her chance to sneak by as they viciously fleeced the man of whatever he may possess of value. She noted he put up a token struggle and called out to the guards, but no help was forthcoming. Shiloh sped up and dashed through the alleyway on feet that barely touched the pavement. She slowed down as she reached the bridge and heard a shout from one of the gang members who had at last spotted her.

Shiloh kept moving. She crossed the bridge over to the Isle of Men and hid in the shadow of an overhang attached to one of the large mansions that sat upon the island. She watched as the thug followed her across the bridge, stopping to scan area for her. She crouched against the wall and crawled into the shade of a tree. She stood and stepped behind the tree. Peaking around it, she watched as he walked past her and circled around the rather large house.

She let out a sigh and crept from tree to tree until she reached the end of the backside of the house. She peered around, noting the wizard's tower a few hundred feet from where she stood. Cautiously she viewed the area. Rick Cars and his thugs had finished robbing the man who'd mistakenly wandered amongst their midst. They had shoved him toward the river and laughed as he stumbled into the water. She gritted her teeth and vowed to put an end to their reign of terror. They would rue the day they brought harm to the citizens of her father's city. 

She held her breath again as the thug who had chased her walked back towards her. He called out to his compatriots across the river and ran to join back up with them. She could hear him cussing about how the "sneak" he had chased had gotten away and watched as Rick divided the ill-gotten coins they'd just stolen. She listened carefully as one of the thugs boasted about going to see his favorite new whore again. 

She shook her head and scanned the area again. She noted four different members of the Dhorn Patrol that had walked past her at varying intervals. Quietly she left her hiding place and crept over to the tower, sneaking past the front door. She circled the tower, looking for an alternate means of entry and spotted an open window on the second floor. A-ha, that's why Cata told me to purchase a rope! She crouched down in the shadows and waited as the patrols made their circuit before pulling out the grappling hook she'd purchased along with the rope and securely tied the rope to it. She waited for another circuit and threw the grappling hook up to the window. It caught on an inner lip of the windowsill. She tugged on it to see if it would hold and grimaced as wood splintered, causing it to fall back towards her. She cursed silently and gave it a second shot, this time aiming for bottom corner. She figured that would be more secure. When it caught where she wanted it to, she gave it a hard tug and breathed a sigh of relief as it held. 

Next came the task of climbing the rope as quickly as possible before the patrols returned to this side of the island. Bracing her feet upon the tower, she began to pull herself up as quickly as she could. She shivered as she looked down and noted the sound of approaching boots. Quickly she scrambled up the rope and shimmied her way through the window. She landed on the floor below the window in a heap, letting out a squeak as she hit her bottom. She stood up and peaked out, pulling in her rope. She left it below the window and crept along the corridor. She searched it carefully, figuring this tower would be heavily trapped. She made it a few feet before she noted something strange in an archway. She cautiously felt around, taking note of the carefully arranged trip wires. She pulled out her knife and cut through the wires then jumped over the area. She let out a sigh of relief as she realized she had not set the trap off. 

She noticed a door that lead up to the next level and made her way over to it quietly. It had some pitting and scarring on it. Shiloh suspected a trap and searched around until she found a small tube imbedded in the doorframe. She studied it, figuring it was either poison or acid. Meticulously she disabled it and went about unlocking the door. Once she had it open, she crept up to the third level. She hoped she would find the wizard's bedroom up here. She encountered another trap on the floor at the top of the stairway. It covered a large area. She noted a greenish vial partially hidden and cut a wire leading to it. She followed the wire to another vial and cut the wire on it. She cautiously moved through the area, creeping along the wall. She noted a black dog with red eyes that glowed like the fires of the hells. She wasn't sure what manner of otherworldly creature it was, but it couldn't be natural. She also took note of some sort of automaton that patrolled a certain circuit around the room. She avoided it as she made her way through a parlor area to the first of two doors. 

The first was locked with a simple lock that she was able to open very quickly. She cracked it open and slipped inside, finding herself in a sort of study. An alchemist's apparatus lined the wall beside a desk and a strange cylindrical device filled with murky water. She avoided it as she poked under the desk, looking for anything interesting. She lifted a strange vial from the apparatus and pocketed it. Then she picked the lock on the strongbox and pulled out a few rings and a small pouch containing a nicely cut gemstone. She slipped it inside her haversack and moved to the shelves. She examined the books upon it. Most where tomes concerning magical theory, which did not interest her in the least. She remembered a crotchety old man tried to school her in magic when she was younger, but even then she had no interest in it. She remembered well when he told her father that his daughter had no aptitude for the arcane arts and he would no longer waste his time trying to teach her.

Moving from the shelves, she made a sweep of the room before exiting it as quietly as she had entered and moved to the next door. It had a weird aura on it. She couldn't quite place it, but as she found the trap on it, she received a shock that sent her flying across the hallway. She landed in a heap and bit her lip to keep from crying out. Shiloh shook herself thoroughly and carefully rose to her feet. She patted herself down and returned to the door. Though it took several long minutes of trial and error, she managed to disable the shocking trap on the door. 

She searched the door and came across a lock she had never seen before. She instantly knew her lock picks would be of no use to her and that only with a key would she get into that room. She figured this had to be the wizard's bedroom. 

Leaving the room, she crept along the wall and made her way back to the stairs. Heading back down she checked the door in the hallway of the second floor corridor and found it locked, but easily pickable. It took little effort to get the door open. She cracked it open and slipped into a good sized library. She quietly crept into it, stopping only to disable yet another acid trap she had detected as she carefully searched the floor. She knew she would have to be on high alert. Once she had bypassed the trap she skulked past a few airy looking guardians to another door, which she found to be locked as well. Shiloh sighed and deftly picked its lock. She slipped into the small study and noted a large lever. She manipulated it and heard a mechanical clicking coming from a lower level as well as the sounds of a heavy door sliding open. 

She hasted to leave the room on silent feet that carried her down the hallway and down the stairs to the lower level. She crossed through the shelves of books until she found one that had swung outward to reveal a now opened door. She quietly searched around the room, looking for any sort of key. There wasn't one to be found here. Perhaps she should continue her search elsewhere. She headed through the open door and made her way down to a door. Hmmm, she wondered where this one led to, perhaps a basement. 

She dispatched the lock and the trap upon the door fairly quickly, noting how keen her senses where becoming. She felt a pride about herself and did a small dance of glee as she pushed the door open and descended a few more stairs to a corridor that led to an iron gate. She reached in and flipped the latch open on it and stepped into a large room with a fairly large summoning circle in it. She made her ways over to it and studied the symbols carefully. Though she could not interpret their meaning, she knew she'd seen similar symbols on the floor of the court wizards summoning room. 

She left it alone and searched the room, noting two cells. One held several more of the dogs she'd seen upstairs, but these seemed to be sleeping. The other held the remains of a human male. She picked the lock on the gate and crept inside. The foul smell of death assailed her. She quickly searched him and his cell, finding a small pouch hidden beneath a pile of straw that was supposed to serve as a sleeping pallet. She pocketed the pouch and whispered a soft apology and observed a moment of silence for the poor man.

Leaving the cell, she made her way to the only other door in the summoning room. After disabling two different traps and picking a fairly difficult lock, she squeezed her way into the dark study beyond the room. She noted the bookcases full of hand written books, a large mirror, a small cot and a chest of drawers. Hmmm, perhaps the wizard does experiments down here, Shiloh surmised to herself. She searched the chest of drawers until she found an oddly shaped key. A-ha!

She made her way back up to the bedroom on nearly silent feet and slipped the key in the lock. She let out a sigh of relief as she heard the telltale click. It was the correct key. She slipped inside the bedroom, noting how nicely furnished it was. She quickly searched her way around, looking for anything of value that she could pocket and added a few more vials, gems, coins and rings to her haversack. Then she made her way over to his desk and swapped the clocks out like Cata had told her to do. She picked up the wizard's clock and put in it her backpack. 

Now it was time to get out of there. She hastily left the room, stopping to relock it. She ditched the key in a nearby plant and slipped past the upper floor's guardians and made her way back to the window. Quickly she placed the grappling hook in a secure place and watched for the patrol. She tossed the rope out the window, shimmying down it as quickly as she could manage. Then as her feet hit the ground, she slipped back into the shadows, leaving her rope behind. She knew she did not have the time to try to recover it and hoped she hadn't been spotted at all. Quickly she hid behind barrel and removed her cloak, stuffing it into her haversack. Then she left the Isle of Men behind via another bridge that brought her nearby the Ranger Guild and The Thousand Steps Inn. Heading towards the docks, she crossed the longer bridge that spanned the river and made her way past The Wildcat, the dockhouses, and the Swordfish tavern to Drago's Warehouse. 

She entered the warehouse and knocked on the door to Drago's cellar. She hoped he would be here this night. She listened and knocked harder this time.

A muffled voice called from the other side of the door. "Yeah? What ya lookin' fer?"

"Stinkfish...." Shiloh replied.

"In with ya, then!" The heavy door opened and she continued down the stairs. 

She smiled at Drago as she approached him. "I am glad you were here tonight. I got chased by some stupid thug who was trying to rob me. I seriously do not think he's on Master Nathan's payroll," she grumbled. "Thanks for letting me in, though."

"Anytime, girlie," Drago smiled as he went about searching through a large crate.

Shiloh sat down on the floor and dug through her pack. She pulled out the items she'd stolen from the wizard's tower and examined them. As she slid one of the golden rings on, she immediately got a feeling of greater resiliency. She felt somewhat tougher. She liked that feeling. Plus it was a pretty ring.

"Say, girlie, what ya got there?" Drago came over to her and knelt near her.

"Stuff! Alfons sent me on a real mission instead of a stupid lesson. I had to break into that wizard's tower over on the Isle of Men and swap out a clock. Don't ask me why I had to swap a clock because I'm not sure of the reasoning behind it. It had to be an important one, though. These items are a few of the things I stole because most of them were shiny and pretty. I like this ring I have on."

"May I see it?" he asked as he took hold of her hand. He studied it thoroughly. 

"I'd bet any amount of money that ring has some kind of armoring protection on it. You should hang on to that." Drago sorted through her other loot and pointed out a few other magical items. "I'd be happy to take them off your hands if you would be interested in selling them."

"Alright. How about everything but this ring? The gems are pretty, but I really don't need them. I can't use scrolls and I'm not sure what the vials contain."

Drago popped the vials open and sniffed each one. "I think one is a vial of poison, one is a vial of antitoxin and the others are of a curative nature. You should keep those, too. The rest....hmmm, I'll offer you 500 gold pieces."

"500?" Shiloh beamed. "That's a lot of gold, Drago. It's a deal."

Shiloh did a happy dance around the room and planted a kiss on Drago's cheek after he handed the heavy pouch of coins. 

"Now be careful with that and don't get mugged," he advised as he watched her place the pouch along with the clock and her cloak in the haversack. "Where ya headed to now, girlie?"

"To see Alfons and give him that clock as proof that I completed his mission," she beamed a smile at him.

"How 'bout I accompany ya part way?" Drago offered, motioning to the cellar door.

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Sure, be my quest."

He offered her an arm and led her down into the sewers, taking her down to his underground port where a small ship sat waiting for him. "Girlie, I heard talk from some of th' sailors concernin' ya. Ya do realize if Nath catches wind of such talk, there'll be th' hells ta pay. Heed my words, girlie. No good'll come of it."

Shiloh nodded at him. "Just for the record, I'm not a whore. I've never taken money for sex. There has only been one and I can count him as a friend. I can trust him."

"But others have taken note of ya being down 'ere. Ya're a beauty that stands out amongst the girlie's down 'ere. I'm warnin' ya. And one more thing, if 'e ain't one of us, ya shouldn't trust 'im. Listen t' me, girlie. It be for y' own good."

Shiloh nodded and wondered how much Drago knew of Rhys or even Ashur. Perhaps she should talk to Rhys about it. "Fine, Drago. I'll be a good little girlie and stay away from the docks. Perhaps I'll just return to the Bear Pit and never leave the kitchen ever again," she retorted.

"I be serious, girlie," he warned her.

She shot him an angered look. "Why is everyone hell bent on telling me what to do? Vico beats me as he pleases. I'm not allowed to have any fun because it's too dangerous for me. I pray to the Gods that someday I'll be able to live my life as I see fit and then I'll fuck whoever I want whenever I want without being told I can't do that or that I'm off-limits to every man."

He sneered at her, shaking his head. "Nath would be wise to slap a chastity belt on you as well as a leash."

Her face reddened. "I have no need for a chastity belt because I'm not a virgin, no thanks to Vico who raped me. I appreciate your advice, Master Drago, but it's a little too late."

Shiloh stormed off and hurried to the hideout, avoiding the hordes of rats she encountered along the way. She noted Vico was not in his usual spot as she entered the hideout and made her way into Alfons's office.

She smiled at him as she approached him, noticing that he was by himself and Cata wasn't anywhere to be seen. Perhaps she and Vico were out on that recovery mission he had spoken of. "I'm back, Alfons!" She beamed and reached for her haversack on her back.

He flashed a look at her that made her wonder if he was ever in a good mood. "Grr, what?!"

She was momentarily taken aback by his gruffness. "I've managed to sneak into the wizard's tower and placed the clock Cata gave me on the desk in the bedroom!" 

He scoffed at her. "Don't take me for a fool, girl!"

Shiloh stammered for a moment. She didn't understand what his problem was, but he was slowly starting to annoy her. "What? Err, no, I really did. I mean, place the clock there. Not take you for a fool."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You're serious?"

Shiloh nodded at him.

"You swear you placed it there? And you got into the tower all alone?"

"Yes, it's really there. I promise I'm not lying," she smiled at him.

Alfons studied her for a few moments.

"I told you I could do this," she said as she opened her haversack.

He eyed her speculatively. "You got the clock that was on the wizard's desk as proof?"

"Yes, I have it right here." She pulled it from her sack, handing the clock to Alfons.

He eyed it and her. "You told the truth." He seemed to be really surprised. "You deserve a big reward for this, Shiloh. Hold on. Here, this is yours." He produces a really ornate short sword from a sheath and handed it to her with a smile on his face.

Shiloh nodded her thanks at him, examining the sword. 

"I never believed you'd even get into the tower. It seems I underestimated you. I'll tell Nathan. He'll be really happy to hear, I bet!"

She beamed a smile at him. "It was very tough. Some of the traps in there were pretty hard to find and disable, but I learned so much. I can definitely tell I'm getting more adept at it and I thank you for giving me this opportunity, Alfons."

"I am glad you succeeded, Shiloh. I had my doubts, but knowing that clock is there is the best news I've heard in days. Say, you look a little tired. There are some beds in the other room that are there for members use. Perhaps you should get some rest."




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 13



"I think I will get some rest. It's been a long tiring day. Good night, Alfons." Shiloh inclined her head and headed into the common room he'd told her about, but found all the bunks to be full. 

She groaned and sighed. Time to head back to the Bear Pit. As she left the hideout and made her way down the stairs, she glanced at the torch bracket. Reaching up behind it, she felt around for the lever she had seen Vico pull when he brought her here. Finding it, she manipulated it and watched as the panel opened. She then slid the panel closed and stepped into the room. A blazing fire burned within the hearth. She made her way over to one of the chairs that sat before it and curled up in one of them for a moment. The overstuffed leather chair was nice and warm. She knew it wouldn't take much for her to fall asleep right here.

She forced herself to get up and headed for the bedroom Vico had taken her in to. She wondered anew if this was indeed his abode. He seemed fairly familiar with it and it just felt like his. She wondered around, taking note of the blood-stained altar and the bookshelves full of books on various dark subjects. She shivered as she pulled one out that dealt with dissecting anatomy. Putting it back, she walked away and this time did adjourn to the bedroom. 

It was also good sized and held a large bed, a large mirror, bedside tables that flanked each side of the bed and a good sized armoire. She moved over to the armoire and opened, taking note of the many black tunics and pants. A blackened suit of full plate armor took up one whole side. She skimmed through the black clothes until she saw something blue that peaked her interest. She gasped as she pulled it forth. A shiver slid down her spine.

It was her favorite blue dress, the one she'd been wearing the day her father ordered to lock herself in her room. The very same one Vico had ripped from her body with his dagger. She clutched it in her hands. Why had he kept it and when had he taken it from the storage room? Shiloh's mind raced as possible solutions entered her brain. She figured he stashed it within his clothing while she was getting dressed in the garb he'd given her to wear before they left.

She swallowed and began to shake. How could he?! How dare he keep a souvenir like this?! Shiloh wanted to scream. She wanted to find him and stick him with the new short sword she'd just been given. She vowed to wait here for him and confront him when he came back. She was sure this was his house, but why would he choose to live in the sewers? He's a low down dirty vile rat! He should be in the sewers!!

Shiloh made her way to the bed and sat down upon it, still clutching the dress. He would pay for this! She vowed to wait up for him and confront him! But for all her best intentions, the warmth of the room and her exhausted body proved to be her undoing. Sleep claimed her and she slumped against the mattress.

It was hours later as the day was breaking in the city above when Vico arrived to find her there. His eyes narrowed dangerously when he found her on his bed and noted his armoire wide open. Upon further examination, he noted the dress that she had found. He pulled it from her grasp and threw it back where he kept it, crawling onto the bed. He was overly tired and she looked so invitingly warm. He pulled her to him and snuggled her in the curve of his body, falling asleep immediately.

Vico would deal with the little burglar when they both woke up.

O.O

Shiloh snuggled into the warmth that surrounded her. She sighed as something velvety smooth yet achingly hard prodded her backside. She shifted somewhat, burrowing her bottom into the heat she felt burning against her. Vico let loose a groan as she brushed his engorged cock and wrapped his arms around her tighter. He pulled her tight against him and let it slide between her cheeks. Shiloh moaned as she felt the tip drag across her sensitive flesh. Whatever it was that warming her nicely felt better too good to be true. She knew she had to be dreaming and loathed the thought of awaking to find it gone. 

She rolled around and pressed herself face first into the mystery source of heat. She gave a tentative sniff, allowing the scent of hot blooded male to tickle her palate. She licked her lips and snuggled in closer, her breasts rubbing against the hard wall of Vico's chest. She nuzzled her head into his neck and nipped gently. He embraced her tightly, putting his leg over her thigh. He had her trapped. Her gentle nips turned into stinging little bites as she explored his earlobes and down to his collarbone. Once again she could feel something velvety smooth yet harder as steel nudging at her sweet spot. She opened herself and throatily moaned as she felt it breach her lower lips. With a snap of his hips and a hard push, he penetrated her fully. 

A cry slipped from her lips as she rocked hips with the rhythm of his slow channel filling thrusts. He pressed her flat to the mattress and covered her smaller body, thrusting even deeper into her tight moist depths. Shiloh clutched at his back, her nails scoring his flesh as she raked them down slowly. Her body took over completely. She buried her face in his neck and whimpered as he pounded a staccato beat upon her inner pleasure spot until finally she imploded around him, screaming and scratching as her orgasm took her to new heights of bliss. 

But he wasn't through with her yet. He pulled out and rolled her onto her stomach. Jerking her hips up, he positioned his cock against her dripping slit and entered her roughly. Shiloh squealed in pleasure as he stretched her wet walls. He gripped her hips, not letting her shrink away from his feral thrusts as he ravaged her forcefully. One hand slipped away, sliding down between her legs and locating her swollen clit. He pinched it and slammed into her hard as she cried out. Over and over he repeated his brutal assault until he had her screaming once more from the pleasure. 

Shiloh exploded, coating his cock with her slipperiness. It was only then that Vico pulled out of her channel and slid his cock into the crack of her ass. He spread her cheeks and probed her rear entrance. She whimpered softly as he pushed his way into her, breaching her barrier ring. She clamped down on him and attempted to bear down, making his passage that much easier on both of them. A shrill cry slipped forth from her lips. She buried her face into the coverings on the bed and bit her lip. After a few tentative thrusts, he pulled all the way out and pushed back in slowly. 

She groaned and rocked her hips along with him. This was nothing new to her. She usually enjoyed this kind of sex. It was so naughty and forbidden. He grabbed her arm and pulled her hand back, guiding it to her dripping pussy. His larger hand covered hers as they both played with her clit. It helped her relax greatly and soon she was snapping her hips and urging him to go faster. 

Vico greatly obliged Shiloh, sinking into her bowels as far as he could before pulling out and shoving in again. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His time was close. He groaned with the force of a thunderclap and hammered into her as hard as he could manage. He rubbed her clit in sync with the thrusts of his hips and soon had her screaming again as she exploded around him. Throwing his head back, he unleashed a shout and bucked against her, snapping his hips as he shot his load into her dark depths.

Then he slumped to the mattress, pinning her beneath him. His eyes snapped open. He grabbed a hank of her hair, jerking her head back. She let out a squeak of panic, thrashing beneath him. Vico exposed her white throat and felt around for his blade. Clutching it, he pressed the sharp side against her flesh. "You're trespassing, little slut!" he growled in her ear.

Shiloh pleaded as she heard the coldness in his voice. "Don't hurt me, Vico. I didn't mean to pry, but I was so tired and all the beds were full in the hideout. Don't kill me, please."

Tears flowed down her face and she struggled to slip free of him, but he was far too strong. 

"What made you think you could come in here and snoop into my belongings? Did you think you wouldn't get caught?"

"Vico, please. I... am.... sss-sorry. I... was curious." Shiloh sobbed brokenly. She ceased her struggles. She was far too exhausted to keep it up. "Please...."

He pulled back his blade and relinquished his grip in her long blonde hair. She shuddered as rolled onto her back to face him. Her tear filled eyes met his, dark and accusing. He nodded and grinned at her. "Perhaps I'd forgive you for your trespass if you do something for me."

She eyed him warily. "You've already given me a job to do."

He chuckled and shook his head. "Not that kind. There's some water in a pitcher over there. Bring it here."

He let her up off the bed and watched as she walked over to the small table, filling a small bowl with water. She grabbed up a small scrap of cloth and returned it to the bed.

"I could watch your cunt all day...." he quipped, eyeing her closely.

"What do you wish of me?" Shiloh asked as she bit back a retort. She wasn't in the mood for a fight with him nor did she desire another spanking. The sex they'd had just had felt quite incredible and she didn't want to spoil that. 

"Wash me," he motioned to the cloth and the water. "Bathe my cock."

Shiloh's cheeks burned, but she obliged him nonetheless. She knew what he wanted. She wet the cloth and gripped his semi-flaccid member. She made quick work of washing his groin, tenderly running the cloth over his sensitive sacs. She wetted the cloth again, wrung it out, and engulfed his cock in it. She gently cleansed his shaft and moved to the tip. She swirled the cloth over it, making sure she'd cleaned him thoroughly. Shiloh knew what he wanted next, but there was no way she would take him in her mouth directing after pulling it from her ass. She was thankful he'd asked her to bathe it.

When she was finished, she returned the cloth and bowl to the table. Her eyes flicked over him possessively as she prowled her way back to him. Shiloh crawled onto the bed and nuzzled her head against his thighs. "What would you have me do?"

His hand delved into her hair, guiding her mouth to his cock. "Make sure you swallow all of it, little cunt."

Shiloh didn't hesitate for a moment. She knew what he wanted her to do. She engulfed him and sucked him into a mind-numbing state of euphoria. His hands gripped her hair even tighter as he pumped in and out of her mouth, encouraging her to continue with her slurping and swallowing. Shiloh gave him the best she could. For some perverse reason, she wanted to please Vico. She needed to please him. Though a part of her knew she was merely a tool to him, it made her feel alive and worth something. 

Yet when she pulled back, he groaned in disappointment, growling at her harshly to get back to it. She winked at him and giggled, opening her mouth and inhaling his balls. He groaned and leaned back against the bed and allowed her to treat him to her version of a quick suckle and roll motion with each hard sphere. His fingers pulled her hair and he felt the heat of her breath cover his balls. When she was done lashing his sacs with her firm licks, Vico was ready to burst. She pulled up and went back to his rod. He wasn't getting off that easy.

Her fingers never stopped moving either. She palmed his shaft, squeezed his balls, and rolled them between her hands. He shuddered when he felt the dragging sensation of her teeth as they ascended up the full length of his dick and back down again. 

Vico couldn't wait any longer. He'd known this wasn't going to take long. He grabbed Shiloh's head hard and slammed back into her throat. He felt her nails dig into his skin and knew she was holding on to his rod with all her strength. He wildly pumped in and out of her until his load shot from his tightened balls and splashed down her eager throat. When he did ease up, he felt her breath surrounding him as she licked him clean.

She made a show of licking her lips as she pulled away from him. "Mmmmm, gods, you taste good," she purred.

He gazed at her through half-open slumberous eyes. He smiled insolently and pulled her up against him. Softly he cuddled her to his body and closed his eyes. The tenderness surprised her. It wasn't what she expected at all. Shiloh sighed and wrapped her arms around him. This felt too good to be true and she longed to make it last as long as possible.

But it was not to be. Vico jerked her off the bed and callously tossed her clothing and belongings at her. "Never come here again," he growled and marched her to the sliding partition. She scrambled into her dress and pulled the patent leather boots up her legs before he pushed her through his opened door and into the hallway that led up to the hideout. 

She glared at him, slapping him soundly. "I wouldn't come back to you if you paid me," she hissed low in her throat.

That insolent grin crossed his lips. "The fieriest pits in all the hells will freeze before I lower myself to pay a slut like you."

Anger flashed in her eyes. She looked away as her breath caught in her throat. "I hate you," she growled. She shook with the desire to slam her new blade into his black heart. How could he be so cruel after what we just shared? 

Shiloh turned away from him and dashed back out into the sewers, running as fast as her feet could carry over. She didn't care about the filthy rats that gave chase as she reached the ladder that led up into the little ruined house guarded by Stan. She climbed up and pulled herself into the room before slamming the grate shut. That should keep the rats at bay.

She flashed a bright smile she didn't entirely feel at Stan and murmured a pleasant greeting before she left the house behind and headed back to the Bear Pit. All was quiet as she entered the common room. A few patrons sat eating the morning meal. She nodded a greeting at the sole waitress and ascended the stairs into the kitchens. She needed to clean up and visit Master Nathan. She knew she had to tell him about the Dhorn who had accosted her. She figured he would want to know about that. She also needed to tell him about the two people she'd overheard talking in the sewers. She knew he'd know what to make of it.

Quickly she bathed herself and changed into the other outfit she bought for herself. The pretty purple dress fit her well and hugged her curves enticingly. She wore the patent leather boots with it because like the way her legs looked in them. She left the room and entered the kitchen, stopping for a bite to eat. She took note of Trissa, who had a rosy glow upon her cheeks. The urge to eliminate the bitch burned hot within her, but she knew not to make a scene. She remembered well the warning bestowed upon her by Lenton and Warent. There's a time and place for everything, an inner voice consoled her. 

She left the kitchen and headed up the stairs, noting Caron had yet to arrive at the Bear Pit. Perhaps he was exhausted from the escapades of the previous night. She pushed it out of her mind. She would not think of Caron with that stupid bitch! She walked past Wesh and Warent without saying a word to either. She could feel their eyes upon her and a shiver slithered down her spine. Shiloh cautioned herself against showing any emotion. No one needed to know about her previous night's escapades except the ones involved.

She made her way up to Master Nathan who was enjoying a cup of coffee. She smiled and greeted him jovially. "Good morning!"

He cocked an eyebrow at her, "Yes, Shiloh?"

"I have some news that might be of interest to you," she started. "I heard two strange people talk in the sewers. One was a Dhorn."

"Go on."

"Well, the Dhorn talked about an organization that gave them trouble, and that he wanted the other man to find out who those people behind that organization were."

"You saw the face of that other man?" 

"Kind of, though it was pretty dark..." Shiloh replied, as she sat down in a seat across from his desk. 

"Can you describe him?" Nathan inquired, his curiosity now piqued.

"He was hooded. I didn't see the color of his hair. But he had a strong jaw. No beard. And he was of average height. A pretty average person all in all. He wore leather armor and had a short sword on his belt."

"What about the Dhorn?"

"He wore a helmet that was hiding his head completely... But he was clad in the red armor they wear, so I'm pretty sure it was a Dhorn."

"Alright. It's good that you came to me."

"I'm always happy to help, but I have more to tell you. There's been something else that happened."

"And that is? If you've come to complain about Vico or Caron, the subject is closed, Shiloh."

She flashed a scowl at him. "No, I have not come to complain about that or anything for that matter. I was in midst of working on Master Yance's pick pocketing lesson, which I passed by the way."

"I had heard about that."

Shiloh nodded and continued, "I was over in the west end of the city when I was accosted by a Dhorn soldier who accused me of being a prostitute. I should have run away from him, but I didn't. He took me to a warehouse nearby where he caught me and proceeded to make me undress. I am fortunate that Vico came to my rescue. He scared off the Dhorn."

Nathan listened intently to her words. He scratched his chin and gave her a pondering glance. "It is most unusual for a Dhorn to show this kind of interest. Tell me about him. Anything you remember."

"He was older than me, but still young for a soldier, I think. He had short, brown hair. He told me that he can be found at Tald's Tavern at times, and that I should come and see him. Vico told him that he was my pimp and forced him to pay him for making me undress. I thought they were going to fight."

Nathan nodded. "You were fortunate then."

Shiloh snorted and met his eyes levelly. "Do you have other people spying on me? Are there others besides Vico who are watching my every move?"

"There have been a few who kept eyes upon you during your first few days out. Your safety has always been my concern," he told her as he looked upon her with those intense green eyes.

Shiloh nodded. "For the record, I have no plans of going to Tald's Tavern to meet this Dhorn. Please don't make me."

"I'll tell Mando to send one of his girls. It sounds very much like it would be worth checking out that Dhorn, but I don't want you to do that, Shiloh."

She exhaled deeply as relief washed over her. "Thank you, Master Nathan."

"Was there anything else you needed to tell me?" 

"Oh, I could complain about the beating I received from Vico after he ran that Dhorn away. I could even let you see the bruises, but since that subject is closed, I won't trouble you with the sordid details. Chella begged me to talk to you, but it's something that I have to deal with on my own. She didn't understand my reasoning, but then again, I'm not sure I do either. That is all I'll trouble you with this day. I have one more lesson to complete."

"Shiloh, it's best for you to stay away from Vico as much as possible. You have been warned repeatedly. I'll do what I can."

She nodded and stood up from her seat. She curtsied before him and headed for the door. She knew that no matter what Master Nathan, it couldn't stop the events that had already been set in motion and she knew deep in her heart that soon there would be the hells to pay for it.

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The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 14



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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The Mysterious Note

Shiloh descended the stairs from Master Nathan's offices. She hardly spared a glance at Warent as she passed by him because she knew their secret was just that... a secret. She could not allow anyone else to learn of it. She made her way into the hallway and stopped dead in her tracks as she caught sight of Caron. She smiled brightly at him and made her way over to him. He flashed his devil may care grin at her and winked before turning back to the last large crate. As much as she would have liked to stop and talk with him, she knew this moment was not the right time. The knowledge that he had been with Trissa after he had been with her did not sit well with her, but she knew she could not confront them. She knew the best thing to do was walk away. 

And so she did. She left the Bear Pit and headed for South Betancuria. She needed to complete that job for Vico. She could no longer allow a scum like Rick Cars to continue to rob the citizens as he had been doing. Not after what she had witnessed. She knew she had to do it. She sucked in a deep breath and wondered if it would be as easy as sneaking into his little hideout and slashing his throat. Her hands began to tremble. She did not if she could do it. The only thing she'd ever slit the throat of was that worg she'd fought against during her lesson with Master Hatori. She had to do it. She had to make the streets safer for the people. 

She started to walk into the alley that he and his gang occupied at night and found it empty. The remains of a fire smoldered nearby. She took in a deep breath. She was shaking even harder now. She couldn't go through with this. She couldn't. 

Shiloh turned on her heel and headed back the way she came and crossed the bridge over onto the Isle of Men. She quickly ran past the mansions until she made it to the other bridge that would lead to the docks. Nervously she continued on, breathing heavily. By the time she had made it to the dockhouses, her heart had ceased its frantic pounding. She had a job to do. She knew she had to steel her composure and just do it. She had to do it. She had to show Vico she could do it. 

She strolled in circles for a while, keeping an eye out for Rhys, but he seemed to be absent from the docks. Her eyes caught sight of Ashur, but he was busy loading a ship. Now was not the time to disturb him.

And then she caught the sound of her name on the wind. A small boy with a dirty face and woeful eyes called her name a second time and flagged her down, handing her a note. Her suspicions peaked when the boy couldn't describe the man who had given him the note to deliver to her, yet she accepted it. She handed the boy a gold coin and went on her way, stopping only to read the note. It asked her to alone come to the Old Wharf at midnight and was signed 'A Friend.'

Hmmmm...she thought as she knew not many people outside of 'The Family' knew she was still alive. Rhys and Ashur knew, but surely this wasn't from them. She knew Rhys would have let her know in person.

Shiloh tucked the note away and headed back to the dark alley where she had previously encountered Rick Cars, wandering whether she should tell Master Nathan about it or not. Perhaps he could send someone with her as back-up. Shiloh shook her head. No, I won't tell him. I'll do this on my own. I'll prove there is more to me than being the pretty little princess.

Shiloh knew they must be in there nearby house, sleeping the day away. The gang of cutthroats only came out at night, robbing whichever unfortunate citizen who wandered into their midst of all their money. Rick Cars called it a protection fee and the Dhorn let him get away with it because of he had bribed a few of them to look the other way. 

But not anymore. Not after Shiloh was through with them. She intended to sneak into their hideout and kill each one of them. That should please Vico. She had resolved herself to do it. She had to.

Creeping through the darkness of the alley, she paused at a door. The building had a deserted decrepit feeling about it. She hid in the shadow over an overhang, carefully glancing back and forth. She noticed a single member of the Dhorn Patrol just up the street. He seemed bored and inattentive. She knew this was her chance. She pulled her thick black cloak around her fully and whipped out her lock picks. Inserting a skeletal key, she reached for a pick and began to work both of them in synch to open the lock. She listened carefully for the tumblers inside to give and smiled when she heard that tell-tale click. 

Shiloh cracked it open wide enough for her to slip inside then quickly closed it again. The room she stepped into was pitch dark. She fumbled about her haversack and pulled out a torch and a tindertwig. Striking the tindertwig against the wall hard enough to ignite it, she lit the torch and viewed the room around her. It was a small dilapidated house. She scanned the room, noting a rat's nest beneath a broken staircase. Beady red glowing eyes glared at her. She took a few more steps into the room, looking around curiously. This couldn't be Rick Cars little house that Vico had told her about. There was too much dust on the floor and upon the pieces of furniture that could only be fit for firewood. 

She looked around the small room. She noted a strongbox against one of the walls. Creeping over to it, she quickly picked the lock and pulled from inside a pouch of coins. She stowed it away and closed the box. She walked around the table and noted something strange about the way the carpet was placed on the floor. Hmmm, perhaps I should investigate this.

She pulled back the carpet and smiled as she found a trapdoor beneath it. Quickly she pulled on the iron ring and lifted the door. Peering down into the darkness she noted a ladder. She quickly climbed down it and held up her a torch, noting that she must be in some manner of storeroom. Boxes and crates lined the walls. Cobwebs choked the corners. Tiptoeing across the room, she saw two doors. One was blocked with crates and cobwebs. Tiny squeaks could be heard nearby. Shiloh avoided that door, figuring she wouldn't find the bandits behind it. Her eyes grew large as she caught sight of a spider as big as small pony. A small noise escaped her throat. She hated spiders. Opting the other door, she knocked down the webs blocking it and quickly dispatched the lock on it, stepping through.

On the other side of it was a sewer entrance. She gagged at the smell of human waste and unwashed bodies. Ewww...disgusting. Carefully picking her way through, she avoided getting anything unpleasant on her shoes. Shiloh frowned, reminding herself to slap Vico for this. He really deserved it for making her do his dirty work.

The sewer corridor ended in a door. Meticulously examining it, she located a cleverly disguised spike trap. Hmmm...the gang of thugs must have some talent, but not enough to trick her. She quickly disabled it and went to work on the door's lock. It proved to be easy to pick. She opened the door and gagged once more. The small room reeked of urine and feces. The thugs must use this small room as a privy. Unable to keep her stomach from rolling, she doubled over and retched violently, vomiting up all she had eaten that morning. 

Shiloh moaned and leaned heavily against the ladder in the middle of the room. She shook and trembled, the smell overcoming her senses. She had to get out of there. The only way she could go us up. She deftly climbed the ladder and quietly pushed up the trap door. She hoped this was Rick Cars' lair...Sneaking into the main room, she caught sight of two of them playing a game of cards at a small table while a second two were asleep on bunk-beds against one of the walls. 

Sneaking over to the miscreants at the table, she forced herself to do it and pulled out her poisoned knife, placing the cold blade to his throat. He stiffened and gasped before she sliced him from ear to ear. Then she let him fall sideways to the floor. This alerted his card playing partner, but Shiloh was on him already. He cried out before she slammed the hilt of her knife against his temple. With a flick of her wrist, she brought it around to his throat and sliced him open. He, too, joined his comrade on the floor. 

Shiloh spun about and made her way over to the beds, quickly slashing their throats wide open. Four down and one to go. Rick Cars was next. She figured he was in the next room, safely behind a locked door. Shiloh let a wicked laugh escape her lips. Not safe from her...

Swiftly dispatching the lock and poison dart trap on his door, she sneaked into his bedroom. The little imp inside of her urged her on. She straddled his chest, pinning him down. He awoke with a cry of surprise.

She sliced his cheek with her razor sharp blade, eliciting a cry from him. A malicious cackle spilled forth from her lips.

"Bitch!" He growled, attempting to knock her off. 

Shiloh stabbed him, methodically toying with him and used her weight to pin his arms at his side. He bucked beneath her, hissing in pain. "Fucking two bit whore!" 

Shiloh swung her arm around backwards and aimed her knife for his crotch. He screamed out as the blade pierced his tender sac. Rick bucked harder, tears streaming down his face. 

"Who sent you, whore?"

"Vico sends his regards, asshole!" Shiloh mocked him. 

"Tell Vico to suck my...." 

Shiloh interrupted him by stabbing him a second time.

He screamed again, bucking harder. But Shiloh held on, slamming her weight down onto his chest. He exhaled sharply. Then she brought the knife back around and held it above his face. Blood dripped down its length and splattered upon his cheek.

"I'm not a whore!" she growled and plunged it into his neck. She twisted the blade and yanked it out. Then finished him by slashing his throat wide open. "Die now!"

She spit upon him, pulling herself to her feet. Her work here was done and she could report back to Vico. Hopefully he'd give her a reward. She seriously doubted it, but it would be nice. She also knew she had a bone to pick with the asshole. She'd had enough of the way he treated her and she was not about to stand for it any longer. Vico didn't own her yet was doing his level best to prove otherwise. She'd show him. It was none of his business what she did. 

Before Shiloh left the small house via the front door, she gathered up all the loot in the small dwelling. She added daggers, light crossbows, crossbow bolts, another short sword and a few scrolls to her haversack. Closing the door behind her, she made her way to Drago's Warehouse and sold him the things she recovered from Rick Cars. It was only then she headed to the hideout in the sewers and walked over to Vico. With a low growl, she slapped him across the face soundly. Not even flinching, he cocked an eyebrow and laughed at her. Trembling with indignation, she hit him a second time. He captured her hands and shook her soundly.

"What's your problem, birdie?" 

"Fuck you, Vico," she shot back. "If you don't stay the hell out of my life, I'll make you regret it, asshole."

Vico erupted in laughter, ignoring her threat. "Dream on, birdie." Then he let her go, turning away from her.

She pulled her bloody knife and brandished it in his face. "See this...this could easily be your blood instead of Rick Cars'. Even you have to sleep sometimes."

Again he disregarded her threat. "So Rick Cars is dead, huh? Good job, birdie. I didn't think you had it in you."

"Fuck you!"

"I've already had you, birdie. It wasn't all that good."

Shiloh flushed bright red with anger. Sheathing her knife, she stepped up to him and grasped his tunic in her hands. Hissing at him, she brought her knee up and slammed it into his groin. Vico grunted harshly from the pain, doubling over momentarily. He choked out a rough curse and fought to gain his composure. "FUCKING BITCH!"

He grabbed her violently and dragged her to chair, throwing her over his knee and yanking up her skirt. "It's time someone taught the fucking two bit whore of a princess some manners!"

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and watched in utter shock as Vico brought a hand down on her bottom, delivering a stinging slap. Shiloh screamed out. He ignored her and continued, cruelly and callously spanking her.

Alfons and Mando rushed to her aid, pulling her from Vico's grasp. Fat tears rolled down her red cheeks. Mando cradled her in his arms, softly soothing her.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE HELLS IS GOING ON?!?!" Alfons demanded, glaring down at Vico.

"The fucking bitch attacked me!" Vico yelled back. 

Alfons blinked in disbelief. "Shiloh attacked you?"

"She came in here looking for a fight! She hit me first!" Vico yelled back. "I warned her and she didn't listen. If she's going to behave like a stupid little girl, then by the hells...I'll treat her like one. End of story."

Alfons sighed. "Nathan needs to see you, Vico. I'll take things from here."

Vico nodded and left the hideout, throwing a look of intimidation back at Shiloh. She knew it wasn't over between them, not by a long shot.

He motioned for Mando to take her into his office. "Show's over!" Alfons growled, and followed behind. He watched Mando sit Shiloh down. She winced pitifully. "Do you want to tell me what the fuck is going on?"

Shiloh let out a small whimper and shook her head. "Vico raped me the night of the Dhorn attack on the castle. Sure he saved my life, but that hardly absolves him over his other crimes. This isn't the first time he has ever turned me over his knee and beat me and I'm not sure it'll be the last. I don't know why he hates me so much."

Alfons stared down at her in shock. "I'm sorry. I was not aware that he had raped you."

Shiloh nodded. "Not many do. Master Nathan wanted to keep it a secret. Anyway, Vico has done his best to make my life miserable ever since. He gave me a job to do, which I did. He has been trying to run my life. I will not have it. So I confronted him about it and as you see, it got out of hand. I did hit him first. He has no right to treat me the way he does. He insulted me, so I kneed him in the balls. He didn't like that, so he spanked me."

Mando chose that moment to speak up. "Sounds like foreplay," he chuckled, attempting to inject some levity into the situation.

Shiloh frowned at him. "I don't want to fuck Vico. I'd rather stick a knife in his belly."

Alfons shook his head. "No, Shiloh. If you attack Vico, he will fight back and will hurt you worse than this. He is much stronger and bigger than you are and he won't care that you are a woman. He will kill you without an iota of regret. I'll talk to Nathan and I think it is best for you to stay out of Vico's way for a while."

Shiloh nodded. "Trust me, I will!" She stood up from her chair and rubbed her bottom, taking a deep breath. She quickly left the hideout and headed for the northern part of town. She had a few places to visit and also needed to rest somewhat before meeting with the author of the mysterious note.

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At midnight, Shiloh left The Bear Pit and headed into South Betancuria and the Old Wharf. She tried to stay to the shadows where possible, avoiding any of the Dhorn Patrol as she crept along as silent as a mouse. It took very little time to make it to her destination, though her mind was full of niggling doubts about what she was doing here by herself. She cursed herself for not going to Master Nathan. She cursed herself for coming here alone and vulnerable. Only the Gods knew what may greet her when she got there. 

At the end of the Old Wharf was dimly burning streetlamp which bathed the small area surrounding with a muted candescence. As she moved towards the light, she could see someone standing at the wharf's edge. As she reached him, he gave her a rather expectant look. Shiloh eyed him warily. He seemed to be in his middle years with short dark hair. She didn't recognize him, but noted he wore the blue and yellow plate mail that was the standard gear of her father's elite soldiers, the Kingsguard's.

His expectant look changed into a smile and he bowed before her. "Lady Shiloh." He greeted, "I trust you received my note."

Still eyeing him warily, she studied him head to toe, looking for any small clue. "Lady Shiloh? I think you're mistaking me for someone else."

He smiled and chuckled softly, "I understand why you are being careful, M'lady. I suppose we both have all reason to do so. You see, I served in the King's Guard. I've seen you a few times at the castle. My name is Justan. Justan Fyne."

Her brow furrowed skeptically. "I don't think I know you, good sir. I wasn't allowed to consort with my father's soldiers. It's something all good princesses never do. Besides, the Dhorn killed everyone in the castle."

Justan flashed a sad look. "You don't remember me, Princess?"

"I'm sorry, good sir, but I don't remember."

He frowned and shook his head. "Princess, I know your life must be miserable since the Dhorn have taken over the city. The only reason I am alive is because I faked being dead. I smeared blood on myself, but now I'm tired of hiding. If you would but listen to me, I know of a way to escape this misery. I can get us out of the city. I've spoken to a boat captain who is willing to grant us passage to Illeria. We could be free! You could then proclaim who you are and stay with Illeria's nobility, in exile. You could even marry a prince. Then you could become a queen as it befits your station."

Shiloh eyed him skeptically. "But?"

He continued on. "But passage won't be free, Princess. The captain risks much by smuggling two people out of the city that the Dhorn would kill if they knew we were alive. He is asking for 10,000 gold coins."

"10,000? That is an extraordinarily large amount of money!"

"But your valiant Justan has a solution that will not only earn us passage, but also provide us with enough money left over for Illeria."

Shiloh's skepticism grew and she clutched her short sword. "How so?" She didn't like where this meeting was headed.

"There has been talk in the harbor taverns. It would seem that the Dhorn are very interested in finding a group of local thieves' and smugglers. They are offering an extremely large amount of money for pointing them in the right direction."

"I don't see how this concerns me."

"I've been watching you, Princess Shiloh, ever since I spotted you in the streets. You've been acting very strangely, visiting various places, doing things a princess normally would not. I think you've come in contact with these criminals. I've seen you around the Bear Pit Restaurant. Is that where they are located? I really can't blame you, Princess. We do what we must to survive and I can only imagine how desperate you must have been. Please, M'lady, all you have to do is give me their names and we can be off to Illeria. Or, if you don't trust me, come with me and tell the names yourself. Then we could leave this nightmare of a city behind for good. What say you, Princess?"

Shiloh shot him an offended look, unable to believe what he had asked of her. Yes, this city had become a nightmare, but she had faith that things would get better. She snarled at him, hissing low in her throat. "NO! I WILL NOT BETRAY THEM!"

Justan grabbed for her arms, pleading with her. "Princess Shiloh, will you not even think about it? You could have a normal life again! There would be no more hiding for you. Tell me, m'lady, what's the fate of a few low class thieves compared to your future...as future as a Queen?"




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 14



"No! I won't do that!" She growled, tensing as she readied to strike. "I will not turn them over to the murderers who killed my family! That would be heartless and cruel. They saved me life and gave me hope of having a new one. I can not and furthermore, will not, betray them!"

"And that's your final decision?" he asked, meeting her eyes, levelly.

"Yes!" She stepped back from him and prepared to defend herself with her swords if he should attack her.

But the attack never came. He smiled warmly at her. "I'm glad. You are wise, m'lady!"

"Glad?" She repeated, dumbfounded. "Wait! Explain yourself...."

"Until we meet again, Princess Shiloh," Justan bowed and disappeared, seemingly into thin air.

"What? No, explain..." She cried out, but he was gone. Her eyes widened as she struggled to figure out what had happened here. She sank to the ground, her mind racing. Tears fall down her cheeks.

Then she spotted a dark figure in the shadows. Realization hit her. It was all a set-up. Just a set-up to see if she'd turn in Master Nathan and the Family. They were testing her loyalty to them before her lessons progressed any further. Perhaps it was also another lesson to pass. Or perhaps it was because of the blow-up she had had in Master Nathan's office.

She bowed her head forward, letting her hair slide forward to cover her face, and glanced back at the spot where she'd seen the dark figure. She'd been through this before. Déjà vu gripped her insides as she realized who it was. Master Nathan had sent Vico just in case she had decided to give up their names to the Dhorn. Shiloh clenched her fists, knowing if she'd talked that Vico would have stepped out of the shadows to kill her. Master Nathan's enforcer was there to do his dirty work.

Pushing off of the hard cobblestone of the wharf, she rose to her feet and started back for the Bear Pit. Her head was swimming. I must speak to Master Nathan, she thought to herself. Yet the little imp deep inside her urged her to confront Vico. She knew he was still there, watching her intently. She could see him whenever he shifted ever so slightly as the storm that raged illuminated the dark street. She casually strolled towards him, keeping her head down to give the illusion that she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. She let out a small sob, hoping he'd believe that something had upset her.

Then she heard him step away from the wall, creeping up behind her. Swiftly she turned, catching him unawares. She slid her fists into the cloth of his black tunic and shoved him against the nearby wall with all the strength she could muster. He hit with a sharp exhale, staring down at her with an utterly surprised expression on his handsome, scruffy face.

"Didn't anyone tell you that you're too big to lurk?" She sneered at him as she wedged her thigh between his legs and pressed herself flush against his body. She could feel him growing hard. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she rubbed gently.

He gave her an insolent grin before shifting his body. "Now that you've got me at your mercy, birdie, what do you plan to do to me?"

"I know why you are here. You're spying on me. This is a set-up, a farce, to see if I would talk. You were here to be Master Nathan's assassin had I betrayed him, had I betrayed you all."

Vico laughed at her, enjoying her fury. "I like how you are playing at being fierce, birdie, but you are hardly scary."

She let out a low growl, releasing the grip on his tunic with one of her hands, and allowed it to travel down his muscled torso until it reached the juncture of his thighs. She brushed her hand softly over his growing erection with slow strokes. She heard him chuckle softly in her ear. "What are you playing at now, birdie?"

"My name is Shiloh, not birdie, you asshole. Call me that one more time and I will rip your dick off and shove it up your ass!" A feral growl spilled forth from her lips as she dropped her hand lower still and clamped down on his balls. She squeezed them in her hand and heard him release a moaning whimper. She lessened the pressure on his sensitive sac then returned to gently stoking his hardness. "You'll see I'm not playing this time, Vico."

He laughed again, as if mocking her. She wasn't sure what possessed her, but she slid her other hand up into his hair. They'd been through this before. She pulled his head down to hers, raising up her lips to connect with his. She kissed him hungrily, still stroking his hardness. 

Shiloh felt his strong arms wrap around her body, and he slid them down to cup her ass cheeks. He kissed her ravingly, his lips sucking at hers while their tongues tangled. Vico lifted her slightly, allowing her legs to wrap around his waist. Her arms encircled his neck. At the same moment she could feel him reaching beneath her skirt, swiftly ripping her panties from her body. She flinched and shuddered as the cold air hit her bottom.

Then he switched their positions, pressing her up against the wall while deftly opening his pants. Shiloh let out a growl as he gripped her hips, raising her up even higher up the wall to accommodate him between her parted legs. He tentatively touched her wetness, his fingers skimming over her lower lips and most sensitive spot before pushing his rock hard cock deeply up into her.

Shiloh clutched his shoulders tightly, digging her nails into his flesh. He unleashed a hiss from between clenched teeth. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, valiantly holding back a squeal that threatened to slip from her as his cock pummeled the sweet spot inside her. She knew a member of the Dhorn Patrol was just up the street. She feared alerting him to their tryst down here on the semi-dark wharf. Shiloh wanted this.

With a sharp nip to his ear, she widened her hips, feeling herself contract and tighten around Vico's thrusting member. It felt so good. It felt so right. Despite all that had happened between them so far, she knew deep inside that he was trying his best to please her. She drew back and smiled up at him, contentment twinkling in her eyes. She lifted her chin, leaning in, and bestowed upon his lips a soft tender kiss. It surprised her when he returned it with the same gentleness before deepening it into a passionate fusion of lips. Their tongues danced and tangled all the while he pummeled her slick wet depths with his long deep thrusts. 

Vico was getting close, she knew it. Beads of sweat broke out on his brow, and he grunted breathlessly. His thrusts took on a harder, more brutal and forceful edge. He slammed into her as deep as he could, reveling in the staccato rhythm the slapping together of their bodies produced. Shiloh bit her lip, stifling a squeal of passion when it all became too intense. She crested in a gush of wetness, bathing his greedy cock with her creamy female juices.

Her orgasm turned Vico into an animal, wild and untamed. The harder he pounded, the wetter she became, soaking him thoroughly. She buried her face into his neck and bit into his flesh. He clenched his teeth, holding back a snarl of pain. He dug his fingers into her hips. 

Dropping his hands, he spread her bottom cheeks and pulled his cock from her pussy. Shiloh let out a whimper of protest at the loss of it. She wanted him back, needed him to fill her completely. The whimper soon turned into a strangled yelp of sheer burning pain as he pushed into her bottom. Despite the fact that his cock was well lubricated with her juices, a cry escaped her lips as his member was quite a good size. She dug her fingernails deeper into the flesh of his back and sank her teeth into the meat of his shoulder. Another cry escaped her lips as he pushed his way past the barrier ring guarding her anal passage. Vico moaned, loving the feel of her tight walls squeezing his dick. It felt even better than her pussy. "Oh fuck...," he moaned. "Wiggle that ass, little bitch."

Shiloh winced, clawing even harder. She wanted to scream as loudly as she could, and make him stop. A small cry slipped forth as the tears welled in her eyes. "Vico, please," she sobbed. "It hurts...you must stop..."

He ignored her altogether as he slowly pumped his hips, thrusting long and deep in and out of her tightly stretched bottom. It felt too good to stop now. "Oh yes, yes," he grunted. "Squeeze my cock, little slut."

He increased the speed of his thrusts even more, pounding into her tender depths until he had worked himself in as far as he could, Shiloh grimaced and shuddered, clawing and biting him even harder.

"Relax," he growled, his fingers looping around to locate her clit. He rubbed her lower lips before attacking the swollen nub. Though she felt utterly stretched, she did as he commanded of her and tried to relax. Shiloh focused on the sensations sparking within her protruding clit. He hit a sensitive nerve and worked it relentlessly all the while thrusting harder and faster into her ass, punishing her tightness with the onslaught of his obsessive viciousness. She tensed, giving into the orgasm that flooded her senses. She groaned, finally adjusting to Vico's invasion, and tightened her legs around his hips.

Vico kissed her once more, soothing her as he slowed down a tad bit, allowing a soft moan to slip forth. A rumble of satisfaction escaped his lips as his time neared. He quickened his thrusts, pounding rapidly into her until he shot his load deep into her sucking ass.

Pulling out, he slid his fingers into the wetness pooling upon her nether lips. She tensed and shuddered breathlessly, willing herself to hold back and enjoy what he was doing. Vico would have none of that, though. He grinned at her as he watched her bite her bottom lip, and whispered in her ear. "Let yourself go, birdie," he urged and nipped the lobe of her ear. "You know what you wish to feel. Let go."

Shiloh shook her head, holding out in breathless denial. She didn't want it to end this soon. Who knew when Vico might be this generous to her again? She had to prolong it. She needed to savor this moment.

"More, I want more." Shiloh begged, writhing blissfully in the sweet pleasure he bestowed upon her sensitive clit. She bucked her hips against his hand.

"Greedy little slut," he taunted. "What shall I do with you? You take all I have to give and still beg for more."

Shiloh whimpered as the delightful pleasure built up. "Viiiiiiiiiiico," she pleaded before wholly giving in to the splendid sensations that threatened to erupt from deep inside her nether core. He plunged two fingers inside her, hooking them against her front walls where he sought and found her magic sweet spot. Shiloh yelped as quietly as she could possibly manage before exploding magnificently around him. She soaked him thoroughly, her musky scent filling his nostrils. 

"Oh damn Shiloh...," he moaned as he leaned into her, embracing her tightly. He calmed his heavy breathing and quivered against her. He kissed her ever so softly, his lips gently plying hers apart. His tongue slipped inside. He devoured her, drawing from her another low moan. She pulled back from the sweet kiss and rested her head against his shoulder, relinquishing the grip her nails had on his back. 

Utter doubt assailed her. "By the hells...," she sobbed. "What have I done?"

Their eyes met instantly, her baby blue's gazing into the pitch black depths of his. He muttered a foul oath, gripping her tightly against him, and slid his semi-hard cock back up into her dripping pussy. He rocked his hips, slowly thrusting up into her.  

His eyes narrowed dangerously, the arrogant mask of contempt firmly back in place. "What have you done, birdie?" he sneered, mocking her. 

His dick twitched with raging hardness, filling out her silken sheath. He jerked his hips, driving harder than before. He ravaged her pussy this time, pounding up into her with a ruthless scowl on his face. Vico grunted low in his throat as she cried softly. Her nails scored his back, digging channels into his flesh.

Pulling out suddenly, he spun her around and pressed her face first against the rough wall, then jerked her hips backwards. He bent his knees slightly and pushed his cock back into her well-fucked ass, savoring her tiny sob of pain.

Shiloh hissed as a burning sensation erupted from her puckered lips as he brutally invaded her. It felt like she'd been cut by a knife. The barrier ring guarding her channel squeezed him as she bore down in hopes of expelling him. Vico hissed and grabbed a hank of hair at the nape of her neck. He yanked sadistically and brought his other hand down on her bare ass cheeks. 

"Take it, slut...," he ordered, harshly penetrating her to the hilt. She cried out, sobbing pitifully.

Vico's tirade continued.

"I'll tell you what you've done, you fucking cock-teasing whore," he cruelly bit into the lobe of her ear. "You've played your whore games with the wrong person and now you'll get what you deserve. No mercy, birdie. I never play games!"

A laugh so evil spilled out from his lips, sending ragged shivers down her spine. She whimpered as the hand pulling her hair dropped away and closed unfeelingly around her throat. He squeezed, feeling her swallow hard, and continued to batter her tight ass relentlessly with his cruel strokes. 

Fat tears flowed down her face and she bit her lip, fighting valiantly not to cry out. She wanted to scream, but knew there would be hell to pay if she did. "Vico, please...," she rasped with a constricted moan, tasting the saltiness of her tears and the metallic bitterness of her bloodied lip.

He delivered an even more brutal slap to her ass cheeks and applied more pressure to her throat, feeling it give a little. He pulled his cock back all the way very slowly before he hammered her on his thrust back in as far as he could. She bucked and struggled, her legs flailing about as she felt dizziness begin to overwhelm her. Vico was too strong. All her exertions did was exhaust her further. She croaked out one final plea. "I beg...you...stop...," she managed before he tightened his hold on her throat. A strangled gurgle followed.

Vico snorted evilly and pulled out of her ass. With a grunt, he shot his load up her back. Now to finish her. He slammed her against the wall with all the force he could muster, listening with satisfaction as he heard the snap of breaking bones as she impacted. Nary a sound came from Shiloh before he threw her to the pavement in a crumpled heap.

"Fucking royal cunt!" He spat upon her before tucking his cock back into his pants and adjusting the rest of his clothes. Then he chuckled to himself. He would take the precious little princess back to Nathan and tell him what had happened. Nathan wouldn't need to know the whole truth.

Vico gathered her in his arms and threw her over his shoulder. He carried her through the harbor area, and slipped past a patrol of four or five Dhorn soldiers as he crossed into the northern half of the city. He made his way to the Bear Pit and entered quietly, making his way up to the upper floors. Caron rushed over to him as he came up the steps. 

"What have you done to her?" he demanded.

Vico leveled a mean look upon Caron, growling low in his throat. "I did nothing to her. I found her this way. Now move!"

He continued upwards, entering the top floor. He shifted her into his arms from the perch over his shoulder and carried her past Wesh and Warent who gasped from the shock of seeing her so injured.

"Nathan...," Vico called out, as he laid her down at the boss's feet. "I found her this way at the docks!"

Nathan rushed to kneel beside her and examine her broken body. "She's nearly dead. Did you happen to see who attacked her?"

"No," Vico replied, blank faced and totally unreadable. "She was already like this when I got there."

"She's been raped...brutally." Nathan pushed Vico aside as he examined her thoroughly. "She's bleeding...her windpipe is nearly crushed."

Nathan ran his hand over her face, "Her nose is broken. Her cheekbones feel shattered."

His hands dropped lower, pushing aside her halter top. "Her collarbone has been snapped and her shoulder is out of joint. Ahhh, a few of her ribs are broken as well. Get Chella now." Nathan ordered as he gently lifted her, carrying her into one of his private rooms and placed her on the bed.

Vico followed right behind him. "Do you think once she is healed she'll remember who did this to her?"

"We can hope so." Nathan looked Vico straight in the eyes. "I will personally kill the son of a bitch who is responsible."

"If only I'd gotten there sooner...," he murmured. "He'd have died a slow painful death for daring to harm my little birdie."

Nathan cocked an eyebrow at his younger associate, feeling in his gut that something wasn't right. He couldn't put his finger on it, but knew it would come to him sooner or later.

Chella hustled into the room at that moment and let out a cry. She sank down beside Shiloh and then turned her condemning eyes upon Vico. She sprang to her feet and slapped him soundly, pummeling her fists against his upper torso. "You should have protected her and kept her safe. You swore you would!"

Vico clasped her flailing arms in his hands, capturing her tightly. "I don't always have time to bail her sorry ass out of every predicament she gets herself into. She's lucky I found her when I did. Now calm down, woman, and take care of her. I'll send for a damn priest. If he can't heal her, at least he'll be here to perform her last rites."

Chella gasped and slapped Vico once more. She glared at him, taking note of the bite marks on his neck and the small tears on the back of his tunic. Her eyes narrowed and she filed that information away for future reference. She turned her attention to the task of cutting off Shiloh's short mini-dress from her broken body, assessing her young charge's wounds just as Master Nathan had. She glared up at Nathan and Vico with tears sparkling in her eyes. "Do we know what she was doing this night? I thought someone was supposed to be watching her." Chella accused, her eyes narrowing as she regarded Vico.

He held his arms up in the air. "I was at the wharf like I was supposed to be. All was well when she left there. I watched her leave and followed her for a while, but she gave me the slip. So I stopped in the Swordfish to have a drink. When I left there, I was headed back towards here to give you my report. I found her in an alleyway north of the harbor," he retorted.

"The meeting went well?"

"Quite well. She's not going to talk," Vico replied, calmly. "I doubt she was even aware I was there."

Nathan gave the go-ahead. "Have someone bring Father Derthur and Angella, the healer."

Vico strolled out of the room, relaying the orders for the priest and healer. Chella watched him go before turning back to Shiloh. She bathed her thoroughly, washing away the blood from her bottom and nether regions. When she had finished cleaning her up, they set her shoulder, popping it back into place. They wrapped her broken ribs tightly and reset her broken nose.

Chella turned her angry eyes upon Nathan. "Do you believe Vico?" 

He cocked a brow at the harshness of her voice. "You mean that he found her in this condition?"

"That he wasn't responsible?" Chella added. "Something isn't right, Nathan. I just can't put my finger on it."

"I am well aware of that. My gut tells me Vico knows more than he has told us, but my head says if he did this to her, he'd have finished her off completely and dumped her body in the river." Nathan responded, shaking his head. "Time will tell. Shiloh will tell us when she finally wakes up. In the meantime, we keep an eye on Vico."

Chella nodded in agreement and returned to bathing Shiloh. A soft whimper escaped from her lips. She soothed her, whispering soft words to her.

Father Derthur arrived only moments before Angella, the healer, did. The good father looked her over, aghast at her condition. He knelt beside her and began to pray while Angella pulled a few small vials from her pouch. She glanced up at Master Nathan, delivering her cryptic warning. "Healing her body is the simple part. It is her mind that I fear will be the difficult part. Who is responsible for this?" Angella demanded, disgusted at what she saw. "The Dhorn?"




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"We are not sure yet. Vico brought her in like this."

"Ah, the dark knight?" Angella hissed. "You would do well to watch him. He is not entirely without guilt."

"Are you making an accusation, healer?" Nathan raised an eyebrow at her.

"It 'tis a feeling I have. Their auras tell me much. A putrid blackness shrouds her as surely as it does him. Guilt plagues his very soul. He loves her and hates her as surely as he loves and hates himself. She is an obsession, a demon in his soul that he is powerless to exorcise. I could tell this the moment I saw him downstairs. It spoke to me loud and clear," Angella stated, her voice taking on a haunted quality.

"Vico is the one who found her this night and brought her here," Nathan replied, scratching his chin. Something didn't add up. Doubt niggled at his conscience. He knew he had to get to the bottom of this dilemma and fast. "Father, Angella, can she be healed?"

"Most certainly," the good father finished his chanting and gathered divine energy within his hands. He pressed them gently against her ribs. Her skin began to glow ethereally. "The grace of the Hooded One will keep her safe. She will need plenty of rest and plenty of liquids. And constant care." 

Angella popped the top of the vials and slowly began to feed each of them to Shiloh. "These will jump start the healing process. One will put her into a deep sleep and the other will strengthen her will to recuperate. And this one," she held up one final vial. "This one will act as a balm for her spirit."

Angella fed her the last vial, making sure she swallowed it all. Father Derthur nodded at her before he began to mutter another healing incantation. He pressed the divine light to her face. 

"Angella dear, do you not have on you the infusion of comfrey, barley juice, betony, black cohosh, valerian, and yellow dock?" 

"Most certainly." 

"I believe she may benefit from it. Feed it to her to speed her healing and I will feed her this." He pulled a long cylindrical vial from his robes. 

"That would be most wise, Father Derthur." Angella smiled at him, pulling the herbal infusion vial from her pouch and poured it down her throat. The good father did the same with his potion.

"Her body will heal and be as good as new." He bowed to Nathan. "Remember she needs plenty of rest and liquids. And make sure she stays calm."

"We will, good father." Chella handed him a small pouch of coins. "Take this for now and we will settle up the bill later."

Chella repeated herself as she handed another pouch to Angella. The two then took their leave, exiting the small bedroom on the second floor of the Bear Pit.

Then the waiting game began.

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Shiloh slept for five days straight. She awoke mid-afternoon on the sixth day, a startled cry slipping from between her lips as her blurred vision cleared up, finally focusing on Vico's face. 

His brow furrowed. "Shiloh," he whispered.

She let out a piercing scream as terror gripped her. Heavy footfall sounded as several people, Master Nathan included, raced into the room. She screamed a second time, scooting towards the other side of the bed. 

"Shiloh! What's wrong?" Nathan asked, his voice thick with concern for her well-being.

She caught the look in Vico's eyes and knew at that very moment only the two of them knew the truth about the encounter on the wharf. She trembled, fighting to pull herself together. Her voice cracked as she started to speak. "Oooowwww...my head," she croaked, knowing she had Vico by the balls. "Where am I?"

She thrashed about and attempted to sit up, but she felt far too weak. Tiny pains shot straight up her back, exploding in her head. She cried out and collapsed back on the bed, whimpering pitifully.

"You need rest, Shiloh. You were grievously injured. We nearly lost you." Nathan's face was filled with worry. "When you are ready, I need you to tell me what happened. When you are ready..."

"My head hurts too much to think ...," she muttered. 

"When you are ready....," he repeated calmly. 

She nodded, her eyes moving from Nathan to Vico. She held out her hand out to him and touched his face. He flinched, pulling back from her as if her touch had scalded him. "Vico...," she whispered. 

He nearly jumped up from his chair and charged out of the room, knocking a few others aside as he went.

"What the hell was that all about?" Nathan demanded, glowering at her.

Shiloh sighed heavily. "We had a fight."

"When? Where? And why hadn't I been told of this prior?"

"It was at the hideout. I was angry with him for ordering me around and for treating me the way he does. It was stupid. I hit him and he responded in typical Vico fashion by throwing me over his knee. He gave me one hell of a spanking. Didn't Alfons tell you?" Shiloh explained. 

"No, he didn't." Nathan frowned, "Is that all that I haven't been made aware of?"

Shiloh exhaled a deep breath. She turned her blue eyes upon him. "Why did you arrange that meeting at the Old Wharf? I wouldn't have betrayed you. I owe you my life."

"We had to know. 'The Family' takes care of its own, Shiloh."

She shook her head. "I understand that, but if you can't trust me...after all I've been through...,"

"I do trust you." He reassured her, sitting on the chair beside her bed. "Once you are well and have completed all of your lessons, there are a few things that need to be explained to you."

She nodded. "I know you want answers, but I don't know...what happened. I left the wharf. I know Vico was there. He's too big to lurk unnoticed. I was upset that you didn't trust me. I headed for the hideout. I wanted to confront him. I wanted to scream at someone. I don't think I made it. The last thing I remember was something grabbing me. I didn't see who it was. All I saw was the wall I was slammed into. That's all I know."

She looked over at the door to see Vico standing in it. His eyes narrowed dangerously at her and he shook his head. Looking away from him, she stared down at her lap. "Little Angel..../Big wings flap in an ethereal sky, / borne aloft as sheer as gossamer, as strong as steel. / Love in her heart, goodness in her soul, smiles upon her pretty face, /brings Love to the Dreamers of the world."

"Shiloh?" Nathan asked.

A small giggle escaped her lips. "A childhood memory...," she murmured as tears filled her eyes. The giggle turned into a full blown belly laugh that quickly became a heart-wrenching sob. "Leave me alone. GET OUT!"

The room cleared except for Nathan and Vico. Both looked upon her with concern. She wailed and screamed, loosing it in a fit of madness. Despite her pain, she launched her at Vico, slamming into him with all the force she could muster from her small body. She pummeled his chest with her clenched fists. He stood unmoving, taking the brunt of her attack. He absorbed the blows with unflinching resolve. It was only when her knee connected with his groin that he groaned and staggered backwards.

"Enough, Shiloh." Nathan stepped in and grabbed hold of her, restraining her flailing arms. He used that authoritative voice and pushed her back to the bed. "Whatever hostility between the two of you will stop immediately. You both will make every effort to get along. If that is not possible, you will stay completely away from each other. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from either of you. You are dismissed, Vico."

Vico glared at Nathan before inclining his head in acquiesce. He exited the room and headed down the stairs. He knew she remembered what he had done to her yet she had not talked. She had kept it to herself. He grinned and began to form a plan in his head. 

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"What the hell was that all about?" Nathan repeated an earlier question, his fury bearing down upon Shiloh. "You will explain yourself."

Shiloh scoffed as she limped back to the bed. "I hate him....I hate him....hate him...HATE HIM....," she screamed, her voice rapidly rising in octaves until it took on a manic quality. She sobbed into the blankets, unleashing all her inner turmoil and pent-up fury. 

She screamed until her voice gave out, coughing hoarsely as her throat constricted. She looked up at Master Nathan with a swollen face and puffy red eyes. She cleared her raw throat, her voice raspy, and whispered, "I love him....,"

She buried her head beneath a pillow and sought solace in the truth. She could never tell the truth. She would never tell the whole truth, but she knew there would come a time for settling accounts with Vico. This was not the proper time, though.

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Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Time Heals All Wounds

Sleep swept Shiloh into its gentle embrace, pulling her into the world of pleasant dreams. She found Rhys there, his big hands caressing her ever so tenderly. He took her to the highest peaks of unadulterated bliss. It was in the dreams that Shiloh felt completely free and unburdened by the hell that was her reality. 

As another week passed, she remained in the room in which she'd been cared for and was recuperating nicely. She saw Master Nathan on a daily basis as he came in to check on her. Chella hovered over her like a mother hen. Shiloh could see the questions that burned in Chella's eyes, the ones she longed to ask. She could never tell Chella or Master Nathan the truth. She hadn't seen Vico since the day she had awoken. He hadn't come anywhere near the Bear Pit. 

It pleased her greatly when Chella brought Caron in to see her. He sat by her side and held her hand softly. Compassion filled his eyes and warmed her heart. She longed for a few moments alone with him, but it was not to be as Chella declared to Shiloh she still needed her rest and ushered Caron out of the room. She sighed heavily. She wanted to talk to Caron. Determined to heal faster, Shiloh forced herself out of the bed. Her muscles groaned and ached as she began to stretch them. She started with her legs, working the knots out of her calves. She massaged them and rubbed them before doing careful stretches to return them to their once limber state. She hadn't lost much of her agility and suppleness. She knew it wouldn't take much to get herself back in shape. 

And by the time she was declared healed enough to leave the bed, she was ready to return to her lessons. It was then that Chella broke down and asked the question she had so longed to ask.

The motherly woman looked her straight in the eyes, "My sweet little Shiloh, I feared I had lost you. I am so relieved that you are well, but I have to know, dear. Did Vico do this to you?"

Shiloh gasped, her eyes growing wide. How can I look Chella in the eye and not tell her the truth? She knew she had to, though. For the sake of all of them, she had to. "I told you, Chella. I don't know who did this to me. I never saw a face."

Chella nodded at her. Something still didn't feel right, but she couldn't place what it was. "I only want to best for you. We all want to protect you, dear."

"As far as I'm concerned, Vico saved me. He's always been there to save me." A smile crossed her lips as a blush colored her cheeks. "One day I shall repay him for all he's done."

Despite the smile, Shiloh's words sounded cryptic. Chella noticed a momentary flash of coldness in her bright blue eyes and filed it away with everything else that hadn't sat right with her.

"And are you ready to face the world again?" 

"Yes, I long for some fresh air. I have one lesson left to complete as well. I am looking forward to doing so. I have lain in bed long enough. Now I think I'd like to take a bath and don a fresh dress and face the day."

Chella nodded and left her to do so. Shiloh was happy to be up and about. The bath she took felt wonderful and left her feeling so relaxed. She dressed in her tight black dress with the matching boots and knew she'd have to replace the purple one that had gotten destroyed that night at the Old Wharf. Gathering what she thought she'd need in her backpack, Shiloh exited her room and walked out into the kitchen. Both Wally and Denny greeted her fondly, inquiring to her well being. She smiled, letting them know she was doing well. Only Trissa sent a nasty look her way. 

Shiloh had had enough. In a fit of anger, she grabbed hold of the older girl's long brown pony tail. Trissa squeaked and struggled to break free as Shiloh dragged her into her bedroom. She slammed the door and wedged a chair under the handle so they wouldn't be disturbed. She was about to have it out with Trissa once and for all.

"Let me go, you crazy bitch!" Trissa demanded as Shiloh continued to yank on Trissa's hair. 

"Not on your life, whore!" Shiloh growled, pulling her over to the tub she'd just bathed in. Shiloh hadn't drained the water. "You are going to cool off one way or another. I am sick and tired of your nasty looks and nasty lies. I have had all I can stomach of your whore ass running to Vico every time Caron speaks to me. And furthermore, Trissa, I am sick and tired of being beaten by that asshole. By the gods, it stops here and now."

Shiloh shoved Trissa's face down into the now cold dirty water, submerging her head completely. Trissa kicked and struggled to get loose, but Shiloh was relentless. She harnessed every ounce of fury she possessed and channeled it into keeping the older girl in the water.

Then she yanked her up and laughed. "What's wrong, Trissa? Can't breathe?"

Trissa coughed and sputtered out curses. "I'll kill you for this," she threatened as she renewed her struggles against Shiloh.

"You can try, but I'm pretty hard to kill," she whispered as she shoved her head back into the water. A sadistic urge tore through her. She straddled Trissa's back, forcing her full weight onto the girl and pulled the girl's skirt up around her waist and ripped her panties off. Trissa kicked and flailed, struggling to break free and lift her head out of the tub. Grabbing a stick of kindling from beside the stove, Shiloh gripped it in her hands and smiled an evil smile. She brought in down on Trissa's bare upturned bottom. 

Trissa screamed and gagged as water rushed into her mouth. Shiloh hit her a second time harder than the first and yanked her up out of the water. "How does that feel, bitch?"

By this time, Trissa's screams had caught the attention of the kitchen staff who was trying to break through the door. But Shiloh didn't care. Extracting revenge was on her mind and that's all that mattered. She forced her head back into the water and hit her with the stick several more times before Trissa all but ceased her struggles.

It was then that Shiloh stopped and yanked her out. Trissa gasped frantically for air. Shiloh pulled the poisoned short sword that Alfons had given her and held it to Trissa's throat as she straddled her body. "Hear me well, bitch. It is none of your business what I do. You will not continue to inform Vico about everything I do. It is none of your concern if I talk to Caron. You will not meddle any further. Do you understand me?"

Trissa sobbed pitifully beneath Shiloh. "I swear I won't."

"Do you swear it on your life?" 

"Yes, I swear it.... on... my ...life. Don't kill me, Shiloh, please. I beg you."

Shiloh sneered at her. "I've killed before and I'll kill again if you break your promise."

Standing up, she sheathed her sword and removed the chair from the door. She glared back at Trissa. "And by the way, not a word."

Chella yanked the door open and stormed in, a furious look on her face. "What is going on in here?"

Shiloh turned to Chella. "I'm sorry, Chella, but I had to teach Trissa a lesson. She's the reason Vico spanked me so many times. Every time he'd come around, she'd feed him lies about what I was doing. It's because she wants Caron all to herself. I only wanted to be friends with Caron, but he liked me more than that. After all I've been through, I couldn't take any more of her nasty looks. I'm sorry it had to be this way, but I thought turn about was fair play. I spanked her!" Tears coursed down Shiloh's cheeks.

"My little dear," Chella's eyes went soft as sympathy flooded into them. "You should have told me before this. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

Shiloh flashed a sweet smile before leaving the room. Satisfaction coursed through her as she exited the kitchen and stepped into the hallway. Her smile widened as she caught sight of Caron. She rushed over to him and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. He returned her embrace. 

"Shiloh! I am so happy you are better. I was so worried about you." He pulled back and gazed down into her luminous blue eyes. Then he kissed her ever so softly. He lifted her and swirled her around, bringing a giggle to her lips.

"Caron! I have missed you, too." She smiled, "Say, I have a few errands to run. Would you mind going with me?"

"That's the best offer I've had all day. I'd love to." His eyes twinkled as he offered her his arm. 

Shiloh took it and allowed him to lead her out of the Bear Pit. They walked together through the Marketplace until they reached Igor's Smithy. Caron cocked an eyebrow at her. "Hatori gave me a suit of leather armor when I completed his lesson, but I hadn't been able to get over here to have to fit so now seems like a great time to do so. Especially after I was attacked."

Caron looked at her with uncertainty in his eyes. "Did Vico do that to you?"

"No, I don't think so. I don't know who did. Vico saved me." Shiloh smiled back to Caron and opened the door into the smithy. "Just like he always does."

Caron watched her closely and nodded. A part of him did not believe her. Something in his gut told him she wasn't telling the truth. He looked away from her. Why would Shiloh protect Vico? He didn't understand, but he would find out the whole truth. Caron followed Shiloh into the smithy's shop.

He joined her, standing by her side while she waited for the smithy to finish pounding on the molten piece of steel he had on his anvil. After a few moments the blacksmith looked up and smiled. "How can I be of service to you today?"

"Are you Master Igor?" Shiloh asked him as she dug the leather armor from her pack.

"The one and only. How can I help you?" 

"I have a suit of armor here that doesn't fit me. Could you alter it so I can wear it?" Shiloh smiled sweetly.

His eyes flicked over her and then Caron. "Heh. And of course you just found it on the streets by chance, and did not steal it, did you?"

Shiloh frowned at him. "I didn't steal it, no."

Igor eyed her dubiously. "Hm. If you say so."

She sighed in exasperation. "Master Hatori gave it to me."

"Hatori? Now did he?"

"Yes, he did. Hatori trained me in combat, if you have to know. Now, will you help me, or do I have to tell you the story of my life, first?"

Igor chuckled. "You are one sassy little girl, now aren't you? But I know for a fact that Hatori already has a student. Don't lie to me."

"She isn't lying. Master Nathan sent her to Hatori," Caron spoke up, helping her out. "This is Shiloh."

"Well, hello Caron. I thought that was you. I tell you what, sassy little Shiloh. I will alter this armor for free then. And I'll make it so that you look really good in it, too!"

"Thank you, Master Igor!" Shiloh beamed a bright smile at him and handed him the armor.

"Hmm, let me see." Igor looked it over and scratched his chin. He grinned at her as he looked back over at her, eyeing her shape. "It's going to be difficult to make it fit around your chest. No offense."

"I'm sure you'll do your best," Shiloh smirked. She caught Caron's guffaw and punched him playfully in the stomach. "No comments from the peanut gallery."

A small 'oomph' slipped from Caron's lips and he laughed. "Sassy girl!"

Igor chuckled at their antics before turning his attention back to the piece of armor. He studied it again, and placed it on his anvil, carefully cutting it in two. He took one piece, made Shiloh hold it to her front side and put down marks on the material indicating the areas he had to change around her shape. Working diligently for a good while, Igor cut the armor into smaller and smaller pieces, and then slowly began to put the parts together again. Once he had finished with it, he handed it to her. "All done, sassy Shiloh. I have a room back in there you may use to try it on. I hope you like it."

"Thank you, Master Igor."

She skipped off to the room and slipped out of her black dress. She wiggled into the tight leather bottoms and tied the laces tightly before she pulled on the leather bodice. She giggled as she noticed how it split down her chest, displaying her plunging cleavage. It fit her nicely. She dashed out to Caron and modeled it for him.

"How do I look?" 

His eyes perused her slowly. "Absolutely beautiful," he smiled.

"Thank you!" She preened. "Come."

He laughed and followed her out the door. "Where to next?" 

"Wanna spar with me? I need to get back into shape after being confined to a bed for all that time. Please, Caron."

"Sure, but where?" He asked as he followed her. 

She gave him a pensive look as she considered their options. "Hmm, perhaps one of the dockhouses down at the harbor. Or maybe inside The Wildcat? Or maybe somewhere in the sewers?"

"Let's go into the sewers. I know a room we can use." Caron replied as he took hold of her hand. They headed through the streets to the same sewer grate he'd taken her down into before. But this time they went another way, walking through endless tunnels for what seemed like hours, fighting off rats and spiders until they came to a locked door. Caron picked the lock and ushered her inside. He lit a torch and placed it in a sconce. Shiloh smiled in awe as she looked around her.

"How did you find this place?" The room was full of combat dummies and weapon racks.

"Do you not know where we are?" Caron asked, smiling widely.

She shook her head. "No."

"We're in the catacombs beneath the castle. There's a concealed door over there that leads further up into the castle cellars. Last time I checked through, the main passageway had been walled up. Probably by the Dhorn. But I think this must have been left over from King Aurelius's war days."

"Why do you say that?" Shiloh asked, noting that Caron still didn't believe that she was Princess Shiloh Aurelius.

"I found some ceremonial weapons that had the royal crest on it," he replied.

"Do you still have them?" Shiloh asked. She hoped that he did. She desperately needed to see a link to her past.

"No, I don't. They sold for a nice price."

Shiloh glared at him and pulled her short sword out. "How could you? How could you sell a part of my father's legacy?" She lunged at him, striking swiftly. Her blade nicked his arm.

Caron immediately went on the defensive, pulling out his own sword to parry her attacks. "Shiloh, calm down. Why would you care about that evil bastard's legacy?"

"I told you he was my father! I told you that I am the royal princess. I told you and you didn't believe me. Damn you, Caron. Damn you. I hate you! I hate you! I never want to see you again. You can fuck that two bit slut Trissa all you want from now on! I know about your romantic little dinner on the rooftop with her that Vico set up. Did he pimp you out to her or did you go willingly?" Shiloh screamed at him and swung at him once again. This time she missed as Caron sidestepped her. He blocked her next thrust.

"You are one to talk, Shiloh. I did what I had to do to keep peace. You've been fucking everything that moves, including Vico." Caron retorted, "How dare you accuse me of something you are more than guilty of? I had dinner with her, but I did not sleep with her afterwards."

Shiloh slashed at him recklessly, missing him each time. It gave Caron the opportunity to knock the sword from her hand. She screamed out and went after him with her hands. He captured them and forced her to the ground. Holding her arms above her head, he straddled her waist. "Calm down, Shiloh," he soothed her softly. "I don't want to hurt you. You have been hurt enough."

Her chest heaved from her heavy breathing. She stopped struggling against him and began to sob. He released her arms and cradled her in his arms. "Shh, it's okay. Don't cry. I could never hurt you." 

Shiloh nuzzled her head into his neck. "I'm sorry, Caron. I don't know what came over me."

"You have been through so much pain. I am sorry how what I said about your father. I didn't want to believe that's who you really were. I am sorry I never believed you," he softly whispered to her.

She nodded and embraced him. "Am I forgiven?"

"There's nothing to forgive, Shiloh. We all do what we have to do. Now are we going to spar or not?" Caron stood up and helped her to her feet.

"Of course we are."

O.O

After an intense work out session, Caron and Shiloh parted ways when they made it back to the sewer grate. It was satisfying that she could hold her ground against a stronger opponent. He'd given her no mercy and she'd asked for none. It delighted her that she had finally been able to best him in their last match. She rubbed her sore limbs. Despite the fact that they'd wrapped their blades with cloth to avoid mortal blows, the impact of steel on flesh still hurt. He should be massaging her hurts away, she thought as they went their separate ways. Caron returned to the Bear Pit while Shiloh headed towards the docks. She felt the need to see Rhys. 

It had been so long since their last meeting. She hoped he hadn't forgotten his promise to her. She strolled along, humming a happy tune as she passed by The Wildcat. Rhys hadn't been at the smaller dock nor was he down near The Swordfish. She frowned and headed back to the long pier. There was no sign of him. Where could he be? 

Looking around, she noticed Ashur down at the end of the pier. She started walking toward him. He would know where Rhys was. Ashur smiled as she approached. "Where ya been, little slut?"

"It's a long story. I was injured. Where is Rhys? I need to see him. It's very important," Shiloh replied softly.

Ashur cocked an eyebrow at her. "Come with me. We need to talk about that."

Shiloh nodded and followed him into the dockhouse. He led her to the rear of it out of view of the doorway. She hopped up onto a crate. "What happened to Rhys? I noticed he was missing the last time I was through here almost two weeks ago. Tell me, Ashur."

"His cover was blown and he was taken into Dhorn custody." Ashur replied, "We managed to rescue him from that foul pit they were torturing him in, but it had taken its toll on him. A ship took him home to Illeria. I highly doubt he'll live very long."

Shiloh's face paled, "No!"

He nodded at her, his eyes going cold. "It's your fault, little slut. You brought this on. If he hadn't been concerned about saving your ass and what he'd get from being the hero, he wouldn't be where he is. Do you have any idea what they did to him? Do you, little girl? They chained him in a large furnace and burnt his flesh. They smashed every bone in his hands and feet and then reset them, healing him... only to do it all over again. They cut his flesh, stripping it down to the muscle. And again they healed him and began to slice into his bowels. The screams where the most horrible screams I have ever heard in my life. He suffered for you."

Shiloh broke down in wracking sobs. It was never her intention for Rhys to get hurt. "I... I... didn't know. I was attacked and left to die. Ashur, please, you must believe me."

"Who knew about your rendezvous with him? Who, slut? Tell me!" He barked at her, bringing another sob from her lips.

"Just Vico. I don't know how he found out about Rhys. He always knows what I do," she replied.

"Just Vico, huh? Are you sure he's the only one? Think!" His growl came from somewhere deep and primal.

Shiloh wiped her cheeks, burying her face in her hands. She found it hard to focus on the question at hand as her mind was assailed with thoughts of the harsh tortures Rhys had endured. "Just Vico..." she repeated, "I don't know what you want from me!"




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 15



"Who was the blond you led to the dockhouse? Who was that?" Ashur gripped her arms and shook her forcefully. "Tell me! NOW!"

"Caron was with me, but oh gods, he wouldn't tell anyone. He only knew Rhys was a sailor. Vico told him."

Ashur released her and slapped her harshly. "Stupid bitch! I'm sorry, but I can't let you leave here. You've cost us too much already." He pulled a wicked looked blade.

Shiloh paled, her eyes going wide. Ashur snapped his fingers and in walked two higher ranking members of the Dhorn Army. She squeaked in panic, trying to hop from the crate. She ducked his attempt to catch her and tumbled past the Dhorn. Ashur gave chase, pulling a whip from his belt. He lashed it at her feet, and he chuckled as he heard it connect. It wrapped around her ankle. He flicked his wrist and took her to the floor. Shiloh cried out in pain. She struggled to get up, but Ashur was on her. He pressed her to the floor. She screamed out as loud as she could.

"Shut your dirty mouth, whore! I'm Special Agent Tanners, of the Dhorn Empire. And you're hereby under arrest!" He fumbled under her cloak, and removed her sword from its sheath. 

"Please, Ashur! I haven't done anything wrong! Let me go!" Shiloh pleaded.

"I told you, I'm Special Agent Tanners. Ashur was my cover name. Do you realize the severity of your actions, whore? You will be taken to Dhorn Headquarters and will be submitted to all the horrors I described to you. You will tell me everything I want to know before I am through with you. Who you are? Who you work for? Where they can be found? How many in their employ? All of it!"

"I don't know anything!" 

"We shall see about that, now won't we?" He dragged her up from the floor and jerked her toward the door. 

Then a flash of black knocked her to the floor. It dazed her momentarily. She rubbed her head and focused upon Vico taking on Ashur and the two other Dhorn. Vico's grace in battle was a sight to behold. It was deadly and beautiful. She stared in awe as he slammed his wicked sword, the Kinslayer, into the gut of one of the Dhorn before whirling around and fluidly decapitating the other. It left him facing Ashur. They circled each other as if they were sizing each other up. Ashur struck first, lunging in to sink his serrated blade into Vico's chest. Vico evaded him swiftly, bringing his red tinged sword up Ashur's throat. He sliced it up before feinting back and plunging it into his gut. Ashur gurgled as he went down to his knees, choking on his own blood. 

Shiloh bent over and retched, losing what little she had on her stomach, as she watched Ashur die. A part of her mourned for the passion she had once shared with him. But this was not the time to show weakness. She wiped her mouth and stood up, taking a few steps past Vico to look down at Ashur. "Bastard!" She screamed down at him and kicked him with all the fury she could muster. 

Vico grabbed her and pulled her back, enclosing her in his strong embrace. "The bastard is dead, birdie!"

Shiloh pressed herself against him and sobbed into the crook of his neck. He lifted her into his arms and carried her from the dockhouse, leaving the bodies of the Dhorn behind. He took her into Drago's Warehouse and made his way to the hideout and his personal abode. 

Gently he laid her down upon the bed and looked at her in a concerned manner. "What the hell is going on with you, birdie?"

"I needed to make contact with Rhys. I needed to see him. I needed to talk to him," she confessed. "I needed him to know that I am fine."

"Why would a sailor need to know that you are fine?" Vico asked, "Do you miss his cock that much? Two weeks without him and you can't stand it. I would have thought you'd had enough of that."

Her eyes flashed at him. "Damn you to the Nine Hells, Vico! How could you do that to me? What gave you the right to take what I would've given willingly? What gave you the right?" 

"I'm strong and you're weak. You should never ever show any doubt in the face of danger, stupid bitch." 

"Might makes right, is it? And what would you have done if I had told everyone it was you who brutalized me? Would all of your might have saved you? Would you have been able to fight your way out of the Bear Pit? Or the city? Think, Vico! I saved your sorry ass for once and you know it." Shiloh screamed at him. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She wiped them away and pushed herself off the bed. She was tired of crying and tired of fighting with him. "Vico, why can't you just stop and take a good look at what you have in front of you?"

"And what's that, birdie? A little slut of a princess?" Vico sneered insolently.

"Yes, Vico, a little slut of a princess who happens to LOVE you," she slapped him as hard as she could. "I love you, Vico. I beg you to look deep inside that black heart of yours and see the truth."

"Love," he spat out and pushed her away. "Get out of my sight!"

Shiloh sighed and looked into his eyes. "Fine, if that's what you want." She turned and walked away without a second glance. He followed her out, shadowing her as she headed up into the hideout. She knew he was behind her. His eyes fixed on her shapely bottom. She ignored it and went on her way, walking over to Jacia who might have been considered pretty, except for her eyes, which stared upon everything rather malevolently. She knew she didn't have all of her lessons finished, but the lure of earning a little extra money on the side seemed to appeal to her. She would have approached Mando, but he seemed to be busy speaking to someone else. "Hello," Shiloh beamed as she plastered on a bright smile.

Jacia regarded Shiloh with a cool detachment. "What do you want, little princess?"

Shiloh frowned at her momentarily. "Tarleth said you might have a job available...?"

"You, of all people, ask ME for a job?" Jacia spat back, her cruel eyes flashing.

Shiloh smiled sweetly at her. "That's what I said, didn't I? Or are you deaf?"

A cold chuckle slipped from Jacia's lips. "Heh, let's see if you've got the guts for this." She produced a dark leather bag and handed it to Shiloh. "There's a ship docked at the harbor. The captain is somebody by the name Ters. He's a smuggler from Ilieriena. Problem is, he thinks being a foreigner means that he doesn't have to pay tributes to the guild. He can usually be found in the side room at The Swordfish. He's got black hair, a black beard and often wears a cap. Find him, and hand him this little present from me. Call it a little reminder that we have not forgotten about him."

Shiloh eyed the bag in her hands curiously. "What's in the bag, Jacia?"

A diabolic smile formed on her lips as she opened the bag, producing a dead kitten's severed head. Another cold chuckle slipped from her lips and slithered down Shiloh's spine. "Cute, isn't it? Well good luck, Miss Princess. Come back once you've delivered our little warning." She smiled and gently caressed the dead kitten's ears. She then replaced it in the bag.

"Fine, I'll deliver your warning, but the pay had better be worth my while," Shiloh glared at her before she stuffed the leather bag into her haversack and turned to leave. Her eyes met Vico's, who sat cleaning his favorite sword, Kinslayer. She darted past him and headed into the room full of beds when a young male stepped in her path.

"Hey there. Shiloh, right? Princess Shiloh, that is," he asked as he looked her up and down.

"Yes, I am Shiloh. Who are you?" 

"My name's Paurie. Been in the family for a couple of years now. I supervise some of the family's operations. I'm currently planning a very important mission. I was wondering if you were interested. You might also earn some really good money. I mean, I overheard you asking Jacia for a job."

"What kind of job?"

"Hmmm.... On second thought..." He eyed her skeptically. 

"What?" Shiloh huffed, her patience thinning by the second. She could feel someone's eyes upon her. She knew it had to be Vico. Only he could give her that kind of feeling.

"I just wondered if you were the right person for this special mission. I need someone with guts...,"

She glared at him with narrowed eyes. "Do you mean to insult me? I will have no problem proving to you that I have guts."

Paurie chuckled at the little spitfire before him. "Far from it! You see, the mission is top secret. But, what I can tell you is that we need somebody to act as a spy. Somebody who doesn't look suspicious."

"Hmm, I see. Tell me more."

He leaned closer to her ear and whispered to her, "It is not as easy as it sounds. You'd have to pretend to be a prostitute."

Shiloh pulled back and glared at him with cold fury in her eyes. She turned away from him, her eyes meeting Vico's once again. She allowed him to see the full extent of her rage, the coldness that had crept into her soul. Her eyes moved from Vico back to Paurie. Her hand went to her waist, palming her poison blade. "I am no man's little whore," her voice dripped with ice cold venom. Whipping her knife out, she rammed it deep into his gullet and twisted it, sinking it into the hilt.

Paurie jerked and gasped as the poison surged through him. She yanked it back out and watched as he sank to the floor. Everyone around her stopped dead in their tracks, all their eyes fixed on her. Vico grabbed her immediately, shocked at her actions. "Come," he ordered.

Shiloh slapped him with the dull edge of her knife, her eyes never leaving his.

"Now," he growled as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She kicked and screamed, flailing about. He threw a glance at Alfons. "Make sure that little punk dies!"

Vico took her back into his home, locking the panel and barring the door. He strode into his bedroom and set her to her feet. "Would you mind telling me what the fuck that was all about?"

"He asked me to go be a whore at the docks. I don't care what you think of me, but I have never fucked anyone for money. He made me so mad and I reacted. He deserved that!" 

Vico let loose a laugh that shocked her. "Has anyone ever told you how incredibly beautiful you are when you are mad? Watching you stick your knife in him made me so incredibly hard."

She blinked at him in disbelief. He pulled her into his arms and captured her lips with his. He bestowed upon her a breathtakingly violent kiss. His lips mauled hers as his tongue invaded her mouth. His hands gripped her bottom, squeezing her cheeks. He pulled her onto his burgeoning erection and ground it into her moistening juncture of her thighs. Shiloh let out a course moan as her lips tangled with his. She responded to his caresses like she was drowning and he was her only lifeline.

He lifted her once more, gently placing on the bed. He settled in beside her and gazed up her with eyes full of need. He brushed her hair back away from her face and wiped the tears from her cheeks. His heart swelled, his hunger deepened as his eyes lingered upon her. He stripped her of her leather armor completely, his eyes drinking in every inch of her fragile beauty in glorious color. Parts of her skin glistened like pale moonlight, her creamy smooth breasts with pink nipples that seemed to rise as if on cue as his eyes flicked over them. Her belly was soft and smooth, her beauty divine. 

Her scent tickled his senses. She smelled so lovely that he could not resist running his mouth over every inch of her rosy blushed flesh. His lips moved to her taut nipples, and drew one in his mouth. He was gentle, causing her to tremble as he lapped a little harder. Soft moans spilled forth from her lips as he continued to the other peak. A low growl rumbled deep in his throat as he watched in fascination as her skin flushed a deeper pink.

He lifted himself from her and removed his black clothing before returning to the bed as naked as she. A soft smile graced Shiloh's lips. She whispered, "I'm yours if you would have me."

Vico didn't answer. He embraced her and sealed their lips together. Like fire crackling, a burst of heat engulfed them. He growled out his pleasure in the simple act and nipped her bottom lip, snaking his tongue out to sooth the sting. He took full possession of her. Down her neck he traveled, kissing her succulent flesh. Then he pulled away and turned himself around, slowly making his way down her body, over her breasts, teasing the nipples with teeth and tongue. His cock plumped to full aching hardness.

She let her tongue flutter across his belly as he made for the hot center of her pussy. Her clit begged for attention as it poked out from under its hood, her lower lips blazed red, swollen with her intense need for him. Her juices dripped from her pungent channel. Vico slowly licked across those lips, his tongue teasing them apart, finding the soft button of her clit while Shiloh's mouth wrapped the plump reddish cap of his cock. She drew him into velvet depths, her tongue swirling. Pure ecstasy rushed through him as she pulled him into her moist cavern so deep, the engorged head pushing to the back of her throat and deeper still. Shiloh's tongue never stopped moving, her lips sliding up and down. 

Moans and sighs of pleasure escaped around the thickness in her mouth as Vico licked her pussy open, his fingers rubbing and exploring, dipping into her honey. Shiloh bucked her hips upwards as he ravaged her gently with savage hunger all of his own. He thrust as his fingers into her deeper and deeper while his tongue strummed a circular tune upon your clit. Her juices gushed faster from his passionate ministrations.

Then Vico pulled back, extracting his cock from her honey sweet mouth. He knelt between her wide open legs, his cock hard, gently touching her pussy lips. He took hold of it and rubbed the head up and down her channel until it glistened with her juices, shining brighter as the velvet touch brought forth a feral growl.

Pushing gently he entered her swiftly. Shiloh arched your back and met his push. Into liquid fire he sank deeper and deeper. Her pussy sucked him, her wet walls engulfing him completely. He pulled her legs up around his waist and power-thrusted into her, driving himself so deep he could feel himself rubbing against her inner core of womanhood. Shiloh moaned deeply and dug her nails into his shoulders, clinging to him. He pumped his hips frantically, furiously. His breath felt hot on her skin as a wet tendril of his hair fell across his brow.

Vico opened his eyes and looked down at her face, moaning at what he saw there. Her eyes mirrored the passion he felt. She writhed, and begged, scratched and panted. She whimpered with passion, undauntless in her desperate need for him. She gripped him and felt her muscles contract around his cock as he impaled her sweet body endlessly.

She screamed his name. He moaned as she pulled his hair, bringing him even deeper inside her. He felt her red-hot scorching heat and gave in as their bodies erupted in unison as he spewed his seed into her willing body.

Vico collapsed onto her, drained, as he sought her petal soft honeyed lips once more. He kissed her softly and allowed her to catch her erratic breath.

"Vico," she sighed as he rolled over onto his back and carried her with him. She sat up, straddling him, their bodies still fused, his manhood still hard despite his violent climax.

"Yes, sweetie," he replied as his hands fondled her swollen breasts, gently plucking the tautened nipples. "You look so hot."

He ran his hands up to where he grasped her buttocks and moved her up and down the full-hardened length of his cock. She moaned aloud as she could feel him throbbing still against the walls of her channel. "Fuck me," he groaned.

Her movements started slow and deliberate, rocking her hips as she bent to dangle her breasts over his face. She gripped him with her knees, holding him tightly inside her. She felt his tongue dart out and lick her nipples as he pushed her breasts together. Shiloh whimpered as his mouth enclosed over them and felt his greedy tongue attack both swollen taut nipples. She lost all sense of being and began to ride him wildly, her moans turning into loud squeals of incredible passion as the intense rapture exploded inside her, consuming her completely. 

Vico grunted and pulled her off him, slowing his own climactic urge. "Not yet," he whispered. He vowed to bring her more pleasure before he gave into another climax of his own.

"Wanna lick me?" she teased him as she spread her lower lips enticingly. 

He grinned insolently and shook his head, "Mmm, sweetie," he replied as he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her long and deep. His lips were soft and supple. He moved above her, settling himself into the cradle of the thighs. She spread her legs wider and reached for him as she felt him poking into the softness of her stomach. As her fingers closed over the thick shaft, he let a moan escape from his parted lips. "Gods, Shiloh....,"

Shiloh winked at him and twisted beneath, rolling onto her stomach. She bumped her bottom against his cock and heard his deep groan, "What are you waiting for?" she purred, spreading for him and arching her hips upwards.

Vico's cock jumped and hardened to the point of near pain. He groaned and accepted her lusty invitation. He loved the sight of her voluptuous bare ass. He massaged her cheeks as he moved above her and guided his dick back into her slick, wet depths once more. His strokes were slow and deep as he rubbed her back and slid his mouth along the slender line of her neck. His hands entwined with hers as he moved above her, giving her more of him with each stabbing thrust of his hips.

Pulling his hands from hers, Vico raised her hips, bracing her with her own knees as he pulled her up. Slipping his hand down he located her clit and began to tease her, rubbing her most sensitive spot, trying to overload her senses once more. 

He threw his head back and moaned as he moved one hand to grip her hips as he pulled her back on the length of his swollen rod until her silky smooth bottom hit his thighs. He held her in place and thrust into her as hard as he could, unable to hold back. 

It surprised her that he hadn't sank himself into her backside yet. Vico loved being inside her dark depths, thrusting deeply into her tightest most forbidden channel. It seemed he could not do without it. She didn't linger on that thought, though. Soon her searing white-hot heat engulfed him as she began to writhe, shuddering convulsively as her climax hit her hard, shaking her body head to toe. Her spasms ignited the spark inside his balls. He moaned and let out a guttural scream of pleasure, releasing a flood of his seed to pour out inside her. He rocked his hips furiously riding the climax before collapsing, pinning her to the bed as they both gasped for breath. Vico nuzzled his head in the crook of her neck, his cock turning soft as it slipped out of pussy.

He rolled to his side and pulled her into the crook of his body, holding her tightly as she snuggled into his warmth. "Rest, sweetie, rest."

He watched as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift off. He joined her as blissful sleep took him. 

O.O

Hours later..

Vico ran his hands over her luscious body, drinking in her scent that was sweeter than any he'd ever known. He'd never let another woman get this close to him before. His heart thumped in his chest, his cock throbbing painfully. Letting out a deep moan, he explored every inch of her, reveling in the exquisite softness, her enticing smell, and her lush curves.

With one hand he cupped her breast and let out a soft moan. Her lushness fueled his fire to a blazing inferno and she was the only one to quench the flames. Shiloh stirred, nestling her body back against his. He groaned as the taut mounds of her ass bumped his swollen rod. His groan sounded like thunder, harsh and rumbling. Yet it was sweet music to Shiloh's ears. Blinking, she opened her eyes as Vico's hand skimmed over her tight body.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 15



"Mmmm..." Shiloh let out a satisfied moan and wriggled against him.

"Mmmm, Shiloh," he groaned as he slipped his hand between her silken thighs. She opened for him, giving him access to her slippery sheath.

"Vico!" she squealed as he rubbed her clit with wild abandon. She shook uncontrollably as the ecstasy claimed her, flooding her senses then cresting as she soared skywards into a passionate abyss. Her hearty moans and delicious squeals bounced off the walls, echoing in a cacophony of utter enjoyment.

Vico nipped her ear and plunged his fingers inside her wet cavern. She bucked wildly as she felt his fingers graze her hidden pleasure spot. She let out a wild scream as a heart-stopping climax wracked her body. She moaned as she came down, her breathing heavy. The erotic torture was almost too much for her, but Vico demanded more of her, demanded her all. 

He pushed her down flat on the mattress and rose above her. Their eyes met and locked and he let out a gasp at what he saw within them. Her blue depths were glazed with passion and full of love for him. The sight of her below him looking so captivating only fanned the flames burning within his soul higher. He bent to kiss her, his hair falling down around them like a curtain of onyx silk. She cupped his face, pushing back the hair as she met him halfway, their lips locking in an ultimate display of passion. 

Time shuddered to a halt. The heat of his kisses flooded her senses once more, leaving her panting breathlessly. He gazed into the sapphire pools of her sparkling eyes and watched as they turned liquid with desire. He groaned as he nudged her legs apart and settled into the cradle of her lush thighs. Her body scorched his like a live flame.

He wanted her, wanted her badly. The need for her hit him like a ton of bricks and he was driven to possess her once more. Shiloh writhed beneath him as his ache to be inside her reached a fever pitch.

He kissed her once more, tasting her intoxicating sweetness. He inhaled the sensual, musky scent of her and moaned with delicious agony. Their passion sparked, ignited, and engulfed them in a fervent fire of all consuming need.

His cock, erect and pulsating, probed her silken slicked pussy, sliding up and down, teasing her, torturing her, enticing her fully. She panted breathlessly as she wrapped her shapely legs around him, urging him to take her. He dipped his head, nipping at the dusky pouty buds of her breasts. Her nipples puckered, begging to be fondled, suckled, begging for his attention. He drawled on the delicious nubs, taking each into the white-hot heat of his mouth until each mound of silken flesh swelled and tautened against his seeking tongue. He savored her succulent flesh with blissful fervor, enjoying her, nibbling, teasing, and tasting her sweet heat. He moved is mouth over her slowly, unleashing his arousal with delicious pleasure.

Frantically he moved down her body, caressing every sweet inch of her, tantalizing her, bringing her higher. Shiloh shuddered and let out a carnal groan, deep, low, and enticingly animalistic. Hr stroked his hands over the flatness of her belly and skirted the flaxen mound of her curls. She thrashed wildly and sunk her hands into the lustrous strands of his hair, gently pulling. She cried out as he dropped his head into the throbbing heat at the juncture of her thighs, fanning the flames of their passion into a blazing inferno too hot, too intense, too explosive to hold back.

Shiloh ground her hips against him, whimpering longingly as his tongue snaked through her nether heat. She cried out his name with hoarse breathlessness and gave into mindless surrender until she could take no more. A feral cry ripped from her lips as she crested, jerking violently as an orgasmic surge rocked her core. He plunged his tongue into her as deep as possible, tormenting her further, taking her to the next level, and then sending her over the edge into climactic overload. She bore down and screamed as a tremendous release left her trembling and utterly breathless.

"W-w-what did you do to me?" she moaned as her legs shook uncontrollably,

Vico chuckled. "Did you like it, sweetie?" he asked as his body covered and he nipped her ear tenderly. 

"Oh gods, did I?" she replied.

"I'm not through with you yet!" he promised, as he arched one of his brows. "That was a mere sampling of the night to come!" 

Vico stroked her delectable body fit for a goddess and stared deep into her blue eyes. She gave him a come and get me smile and rubbed against him, urging him to take her to paradise once more. A soft moan escaped her lips as he nipped her breasts.

Feeling the need to take charge, Shiloh quickly pushed him flat to the mattress and straddled his lean hips. He let out a wild moan as his turgid member brushed against her silken core. She kissed him longingly, their lips hot and seeking. She attacked his neck, bringing impassioned moans to his lips. She hit upon one of his most sensitive spots, deriving a heady groan from him, driving him crazy. She laved it, suckling vigorously, sending him into moaning frenzy.

Downward she traveled, her lips skimming his chest, taking time to suckle his nipples, evoking a guttural moan. She let out a lusty laugh and continued lower. 

Her tongue licked his navel, probing inwards, and tasted his musky male flavor.

"Oh gods, sweetie!" Vico groaned as he ground his manhood into the valley between her breasts. He inhaled sharply as her lips burned a trail to his loins. 

She bestowed one delicious thrill after another as she kissed his burgeoning shaft, her tongue snaking to and fro over the sensitive underside, hitting a mass of live nerves. He gasped, groaned with the force of a falling tree, and bucked his hips as he urged her to take him into her mouth. His rod jerked violently, hard as steel yet soft as velvet, standing erect and proud from the thatch of raven hued curls.

His breathing grew heavier, intermingled with various moans and grunts. The rigid staff felt smooth and hot. Every nerve came alive as she probed her tongue around the tip of the throbbing rod. 

She stroked his pulsing strength and Vico cried out as if in pain as she brought him to the brink of ultimate pleasure. She licked, suckled, and nibbled hungrily, almost unmercifully as she took him over the edge, plunging him into mindless abandon.

He let out a breathless shout of utter bliss as his seed blew out in a rapid-fire rush, battering the back of her throat. He groaned loudly as Shiloh's hands closed over his hardening rod once more, bringing him back to full, aching hardness.

"Sweetie, oh gods," he groaned as he thrashed his head to and fro on the pillow.

"Glad you like, cus there's more," she purred, her voice dripping with devious sexuality. The satiny velvet feel of him urged on her passion and drove her to bring him beyond anything he'd ever experienced before. She thrilled him with exquisite pleasure. 

She rose above him and straddled him, rubbing her aching pussy against his hardness, eliciting moans from both of them.

"Ride me, sweetie," he urged. "Slip me inside your sweet heat and take me to heaven."

Rising slightly, she slid him inside her slippery sheath and took him in as deeply as she could, clamping her tightness around him, squeezing him tenderly, and molding him. He responded as if he were possessed by a wild demon, seizing her hips in rhythm with his thrusting from below. Their bodies became a savage blending of torture and ecstasy, writhing and bucking in frenzious wonderment.

Shiloh let a scream of climactic pleasure as he wriggled his hand between their tightly meshed bodies and found her pleasure nub hidden within the forest of female curls. Her pleasure skyrocketed as he intensified the sensations building within her. He rubbed the tiny swollen bud, massaging it with the coarse pad of his thumb and forefinger. Her sheath slickened as her orgasm rocked her slender frame, shaking her with immaculate bliss, consuming her fully.

They moved together, climbing higher and higher as rapture flung them into a tumultuous freefall, spiraling into sated passion. Shiloh collapsed onto his sweaty chest as they descended contentedly. She gasped her breath and fell away from him where she lay beside him on the passion soaked bed.

Vico pulled her to him, cradling her against his body. He kissed her fully, hotly, drawing on her sweetness. They fell into a contented sleep, satiated and spent.

O.O

Shiloh awoke and groaned. She felt heavy and lethargic, her limbs like dead weights. It was the price she paid for the thorough loving Vico had bestowed upon her. She had not expected it from him. Not after what had happened at the wharf.

Many thoughts raced through her mind. Ashur's betrayal and the fate of Rhys. She had to know what had become of him. Guilt plagued her, causing her to slip quietly from Vico's bed and gather her things. She dressed in her armor and left the sewers behind. 

Her destination became the west end of the city and the home of the woman Rhys had told her was his undercover wife. She hoped she would find the answers she sought there. 

She needed to know. For Rhys's sake, she had to know.

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The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 16



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Cruelty and Lust

As Shiloh cautiously crept towards number 10 Squire's Road, a sense of dread filled her. Something did not bode well. When she reached the door, a shiver slithered door her spine. Something definitely wasn't right. The door, which should have been shut and locked, was cracked open ever so slightly as if someone neglected to close it upon exiting. A sickly sweet stench tickled her nostrils as it floated through the door.

Oh no! Had Ashur's betrayal affected more than just Rhys? Shiloh had to know. She gulped down a deep breath and cracked the door open a little wider, just enough for her to slip in. Assailing her senses was that smell again. She felt around in the dark, and found the stub of a candle resting upon a table. Searching for a tindertwig, Shiloh quickly lit the candle and held it aloft.

She gasped at the sight it revealed. How could they be so cruel?!?! Every bit of furniture aside from the table was smashed to bits, leaving nothing more than scraps of firewood. The bodies of a woman and two small children were huddled in a corner, staring back at her with sightless eyes. Shiloh rushed to them, knowing they were dead. She chased the rats away that had been feasting on their flesh, killing as many as possible. 

Shiloh turned away, fighting against the urge to vomit. It wasn't fair for them to lose their lives, not like this. A tear slipped down her cheeks. They were innocent; just a cover for Rhys's true identity. Shiloh recalled the day he told her about them. The woman, Shiloh didn't even know her name, had been the wife of Rhys's former partner, a man who had been killed in the line of duty. Rhys had admitted that she had been sweet on Ashur and he expected them to marry at the conclusion of this mission. Had Ashur been the one to kill her?

Walking away, she climbed the stairs to the upper floor and explored each of the 3 small bedrooms. The largest, with a large bed and flowery decorating, must have been the Master Suite. She took instant note of the size of the bed and knew Rhys had to have slept here. It was sized perfect for his near seven foot frame. Oh Rhys, what has become of you?

She searched through every drawer hoping to find a small clue of how to make contact with the people he worked for. The need to know niggled in her brain. She considered going to Master Nathan. It was possible he knew something about the people Rhys worked for. After all, Rhys had told her he preferred to stay on the good side of 'The Family.' Her search yielded nothing that might give the indication that Rhys was more than a sailor.

Disheartened she entered the next bedroom. Papers littered the floor along with the smashed remains of two small beds and chest of drawers. This must have been where the children she saw downstairs slept. Shiloh wiped her tears away as she picked up the tattered remains of a teddy bear. How could they be so cruel? She wondered anew, killing innocent children.

She had to get out of that room. She dashed out of it and forced herself into the third one. It was surprisingly intact. Her brow furrowed. Why only destroy the children's room and not the mother's? She didn't understand the clues left for her.

Shiloh's ears perked up as she heard a small noise coming from the direction of the bed. Heading over to it, she knelt down and threw back the blankets, peering beneath it. The sight her eyes beheld surprised her. A young girl had wedged herself between the bed frame and the floor. Fear gleamed within her eyes.

"Come out, sweet pea. I am here to help you. Let me take you somewhere safe," Shiloh coaxed. It took a great deal of convincing that no one would hurt her to get her to come out, but after several long minutes, the teenage girl wiggled her way out.

Her fiery red hair hung limply over her shoulders and various scrapes could be picked out on her petite form, but beneath the dirt and grime, Shiloh could tell the girl would be quite the beauty once cleaned up.

"Can you tell me your name, sweet pea?" Shiloh smiled as she reached out for her. She made no quick movements as she extended her hand to the girl's face. She flinched and eyed Shiloh warily, but allowed Shiloh to touch her. She rubbed some of the dirt off the girl's face.

"I am Nicca," she whispered. Wariness rolled off her in waves.

Shiloh soothed her, pulling the slight girl into her arms for a hug. "Sweet pea, no one will hurt you now. I promise you that I will take you to a safe place."

"Who are you? I don't think I have ever seen you before," Nicca replied as she pulled away from Shiloh. Tears began to fall anew down her dirty cheeks. "And where is my momma and the twins?"

"My name is Shiloh. I know Rhys," she told her and watched Nicca's face light up. It seemed the teenager was quite fond of him.

"You know Uncle Rhys?"

Shiloh nodded, "Yes, I do. He told me I could find him here if I needed him. Have you seen him at all lately?"

"No, not for over a week, I think. Uncle Ashur came in with some bad men. Momma told me to run and hide. I hid real good. The bad men didn't find me, but Momma's never come upstairs to get me. Have you seen her? Is she hiding in her room with the twins?"  

Shiloh's heart went out to Nicca. "I am so sorry, Nicca, but the bad men hurt your Momma and the twins. Cry if you must, but they have gone on to the heavens where they are smiling down upon you."

Nicca broke down in wracking sobs. Shiloh pulled the girl into her arms and held you, soothing away her tears. "Sweet pea, I need you to grab your clothes and personal items you wish to keep. I am going to take you someplace where you will be safe from those bad men. While you gather them, I am going to search around. Stay here until I come back for you. And if anyone you do not know comes up here, hide under the bed again and be as quiet as a mouse. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Shiloh, I will."

She left the room and headed back down the stairs to the lower floor. She grabbed up the candle stub for light. Carefully she searched all the walls and the floor for any concealed doors. Shiloh took her time. She didn't want to miss thing. Her diligence paid off as she moved the table and pulled back an area rug, revealing a trap door set into the floor. 

Lifting it by its metal latch, she peered down, using the candle as a light source. She set the candle aside and pulled a torch from her pack. She used the candle to light it and climbed down the ladder to a cellar. It was deathly quiet down in here. Shiloh could hear her heart pounding in her ears. A strange scent tickled her nostrils. 

Once more she took her time in searching the cellar and just as she was about to give up hope that this was more than a root cellar, she spied a shelf that seemed off kilter. 

Hmmm, interesting. She headed over to it and examined it, feeling all around. A smile crossed her face as she found a lever. Slowly pulling on it, she noticed a gap behind the unit and the wall. Moving over to it, she wedged herself between the two and found a concealed door. The handle was perfectly set into the stone wall. Sliding it up, she pushed the door in and slipped inside.

She found herself in a stone corridor. She wasn't sure if it was a part of the sewers, but she was determined to find out where it lead to. Holding her torch aloft, she set out, quickly moving along the passageway. She walked quite a ways before she came to an iron door. It was locked. She whipped out her picks and went to work on the door. It was by far the most difficult lock she had ever encountered. Several minutes passed before she finally managed to open it. 

Next Shiloh cracked the door and peaked around it. What she saw was another cellar. She stopped for a moment to think. What had she missed? She sneaked into the cellar and checked the floor for any signs of prints. A few caught her eyes. She compared her foot to the size of the print in the dirt. It dwarfed hers by several inches. Could it be Rhys? She smiled to herself and began to move the various sized crates around, looking for another concealed door. Her perseverance paid off as she found another giant sized print near a panel. She knocked against it and the wall beside it. One sounded solid while the other was hollow. She pressed her ear against it and listened for any noises. She could hear nothing but her own breathing. 

She tried the panel, but couldn't get it to budge. Looking around she figured there had to be something to open it, like the lever that opened the panel into Vico's home. She felt around all over, finally locating a small pressure plate down near one of her feet. She depressed it and guided the panel open.

The well furnished room she stepped into was bright and homey. A blazing fireplace took up one whole wall. She crept on tiptoes around, feeling as if she'd unknowingly stepped into someone's home. An odd sensation slid down her spine. There were no windows and the only door was the one she had just came through. She searched the place over and gasped as she entered the rather large bedroom.

On the bed lay an injured Rhys. Bloody bandages covered most of his torso and chest. A scream slipped from her lips. She rushed to him, calling his name. His face was deathly pale. She collapsed to her knees next to the bed, whispering his name over and over, "Oh Rhys.... Rhys." 

Seeing him like this ripped a hole in her heart. She slowly reached out to touch him, his skin was cool to the touch. She took note of the slow rise and fall of his chest. It was the only testament that he still lived. Helplessness plagued her. She didn't know what to do for him. She knew he needed help, though. She figured someone had to have been caring for him. The fire that burned within the hearth had had wood added to it recently. The scent of herbs tickled her nose. She left Rhys's bedside and wondered through the three rooms that made up the tidy home. The furnishings had a very masculine feel to them. There was no lace and no frills. Perhaps it was someone from the same organization that Rhys worked for. Where could that person be, though?

Shiloh returned to the bedroom and pulled a chair up to the bed. She would wait here for his caretaker to return. She had to know if what Ashur had told her was true. Had he truly suffered because of her?

She didn't have to wait long. She heard the shuffling sound of feet and slipped out of the chair. Hiding in the shadow of a loom, she waited until Rhys's caretaker had entered the bedroom. She gasped as she recognized him. It was Father Derthur from the temple. She knew immediately she could reveal herself.

She stepped out from behind the loom and cleared her throat. The good Father jumped and let out a startled squeak. It sounded very unmanly. "I'm sorry I scared you, Father, but I need to know if Rhys will live."

"Shiloh, dear child. How did you find us?" Father Derthur asked, eyeing her warily.

"Rhys is a friend of mine. I needed to know what had happened to him. I had been told...... Ashur told me the Dhorn tortured him."

"You mean, Agent Tanners. Yes, Shiloh, that is true. I will not ask how you know Rhys or the traitor, but I will tell you that Tanners did this to Rhys personally. It has taken every bit of know how I possess to keep him alive. Now how do you know him? And why do I have the feeling that Nathan would be upset if he knew of this association?"

"I met Rhys at the docks. He accosted me at first. There are things I can't tell you, but Rhys and I have been lovers. He told me he worked for a group of people from Illeria who are interested with the Dhorn activity here. Today was the first day out since the attack and I had to talk to Rhys. I approached Ashur. I knew through Rhys that they were partners. He led me into the dockhouse and told me what happened to Rhys. Then he called in two Dhorn. They wanted to submit me to the same tortures they had Rhys. Ashur told me that Rhys was taken home to Illeria. I might not have survived Ashur and the Dhorn if it had not been for Vico saving me from them." Shiloh related to him.

"What happened to Ashur and the Dhorn?"

"Vico killed them. Their bodies were left in the dockhouse where they fell. His concern lie in getting me of there alive," Shiloh replied, "Will Rhys recover?"

"Have faith that he will. I will send you updates, my child," Father Derthur promised her. "How did you find us?"

"He told me where he stayed in the west end of city at the home of his ex-partners widow. He told me about his cover as a sailor and how she's supposed to be his wife. She is dead, along with the two youngest children. I found Nicca alive."

Father Derthur cocked an eyebrow at her. "She was Rhys's wife. That is Melania. Nicca is not Rhys's daughter, but the twins did belong to Rhys. Melania was his ex-partners widow. That is the truth, but Rhys married her in order to take care of her."

Shiloh's cheeks burned with indignation. Rhys had lied to her. "What do you know about the people he works for? From Illeria?"

"They are a network of agents whose only job is undermining the rulership of tyrannical leaders. The Dhorn are one of the worst we have ever faced. They kill without mercy, with no regard for life. Life was bad enough under your father's rule, Lady Shiloh, but he did not murder folks in their own homes. Yes, I know who you are. I knew before I healed you those two short weeks ago. Rhys informed me that you were alive after the siege on the castle." Father Derthur told her.

"I had asked Rhys to take me away from here the last time I saw him. I fear I made a grievous mistake in doing so," Shiloh admitted as she settled down next to him on the bed. "Will be live?"

"He will, but recovery will take some time. You may visit him as often as you like, dear child. Now I must ask you to go. I have to take care of his wounds. You should take young Nicca to Nathan. He will find a safe place for her until she can be smuggled out of the city. Her grandmother is a well to do matron living in Ilieriena. I shall make the arrangements myself. Now so you don't have to sneak through those tunnels any more, follow me." Father Derthur led her to another panel and opened it. He led her through a passageway that opened into a small closet. He pushed her through and into a small office. 

"Where are we?"

"In the temple. Head out those doors and you will come out into the main chapel. Return to Melania's home and take Nicca to safety. Make sure you cover your tracks in her home. I will do what I can about retrieving her body and those of the twins."

"Thank you, good Father," Shiloh nodded before she headed off into the night. It didn't take long to return to the house. She closed the trap door and covered it with the throw rug before moving the table back over it. Climbing the stairs, she returned to Nicca's room. "Come, sweet pea. I have news."

Shiloh took hold of her hand and led Nicca out of the building, covering her eyes as she took her downstairs. She closed the door all the way before leading her over into the northern part of the city. She passed the temple and the marketplace before winding her way through the streets. Once she had reached the Bear Pit, Shiloh drew her along up to the top floor and Master Nathan's working rooms. 

She passed by Wesh and Warent and nodded, noting their curious looks. She knew it was late and was thankful that Master Nathan was still awake and working on his books. She approached him cautiously, wondering how much she should tell him.

He looked up at her with a surprised look on her face, "Shiloh? What's the meaning of this?"

"The Dhorn killed her family and Father Derthur suggested I bring her here until he can make arrangements to smuggle her out of the city. Her name is Nicca and she has a grandmother in Illeria."

"Very well, Shiloh. Take her down to Chella and get her settled in. Once you are finished, I would like to speak to you about a few things," he instructed as he waved her off.

Shiloh's mind buzzed. Surely he had heard by now what had happened at the hideout between her and Paurie. She quickly obeyed and escorted the young beauty down into the kitchens. She wondered if he knew about what she'd done to Trissa. She'd find out soon enough so there was no use fretting over it.

"Chella, we have a new addition for a short while. Her name is Nicca. I found her hiding in a house. The Dhorn...." Shiloh started to explain.

"Say no more. Now, young lady, I am Chella. Come with me and let's get you a hot bath and into some clean clothes." Chella took over, letting Shiloh go about her business.

She returned to Master Nathan's office and took a seat across from him at his large mahogany desk. She didn't beat around the bush. "I suppose you would like an explanation for some of my recent behaviors," she stated.

"You are correct, Shiloh. What happened with Paurie?" Nathan asked her, his green eyes beaming down on her.

"He told me he was planning a top secret mission and needed someone who wouldn't be suspicious. He asked me to go to the docks and pretend to be a prostitute. He said I could earn some money in the process." Shiloh watched as Master Nathan's face darkened and a muscle in his jaw ticked. "He made me mad. So very mad. I will not play prostitute for no one. I understand the risks involved if the Dhorn catch me. I do not want to be the cause of 'The Family' being exposed."

"And why did you not come to me earlier?" Nathan asked.

"Vico carried me out of there after I stabbed Paurie. He made me calm down. I probably should have let you know, but I did not. I needed time to think. Did Paurie die?" 

"Yes, he did. Alfons told me that Vico gave the order for him to be finished off. Tell me this, though, Shiloh, why were you so upset with Paurie when you have been down to the docks and have consorted with a few sailors? Yes, Shiloh, I am aware about that."

Shiloh gulped and studied her feet for a moment. She knew she had to tell the truth to him. "I have never taken money, though. And there have only been two sailors. Please don't be angry with me. It's not what you think. The one sailor is not actually a sailor. He is a spy, working for a group from Illeria. He knew who I was from the moment he saw me. His name is Rhys Sinclaire." She launched into an explanation of what had happened between her and Rhys, including Ashur and what had happened to him. "Vico saved me from the worst fate imaginable. Ashur... I mean, Agent Tanners would have tortured me for answers to their questions. I am not sure who he may have told about my identity."

"I am glad you have told me this. There are precautions I can take. Where is this Rhys?"

"He is being cared for by Father Derthur," Shiloh replied. "I feel guilty for what happened to Rhys. I never meant him to come to harm."

A tear slipped down her cheek. Nathan watched her closely. "Do not dwell on it, Shiloh. He is in good hands. You look like you need some rest. We will talk more tomorrow, Shiloh."

She nodded and left his office, heading for her bedroom. When she entered, she noticed Nicca curled up in it. Shiloh smiled. Nicca needed it more. A wicked thought entered her mind and she left the Bear Pit behind, heading for the hideout. She would return to Vico's place. A happy sigh escaped her. She needed the comfort of Vico's arms. 

She figured he must still be asleep as she let herself in, locking and barring the door as Vico had previously done. She began to unlace the ties on her armor as she entered the bedroom. Shiloh smiled as she came to a stop near the bed. A smile curled his lips. He looked so peaceful and happy. She hoped she could always make him happy. She shimmied out of the rest of her armor and crawled back into the bed, snuggling into his larger, warmer body.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 16



Shiloh had just gotten comfortable when she felt a hand snake around her throat. She gulped and stiffened, panicking at the memory of the last time his hand had been around her throat.

"Where did you sneak off to, little slut?" Vico growled into her ear as he loosened his hold. He pressed her face first to the mattress and covered her with his larger body.

She gazed back at him over her shoulder with fearful eyes. "I had something to do. Please, don't hurt me, Vico. It was only for a little while and I came back."

He shifted against her, letting her feel his hardness against her bottom. "Something or someone?"

"I won't lie to you. I had to find Rhys. I had to know if he lived."

A hurt look crossed Vico's face for a split second, but he quickly recovered it by putting on his insolent grin. "You left my bed just to find a sailor," he brought his hand down on her backside swiftly.

Shiloh yelped in pain at the sting of it. "There is much I can not tell you, not because of trust, but because there is so much at stake. I went to the house Rhys told me he could normally he found, but he wasn't there. The man you killed.... I knew him as Ashur. It turns out that he was a double agent and he knew Rhys. Truth is, Rhys isn't just a sailor. It was a cover. The woman who lived in that house was part of his cover. She was his former partner's widow." Shiloh watched as his face darkened. "She is dead, killed by the Dhorn along with two of her children. Rhys had been taken into Dhorn custody and tortured...horribly. I found him. He's being taken care of by Father Derthur at the temple. In that house, I found a young girl who had been hiding under a bed. I took her to Master Nathan upon Father Derthur's request and then I came back here. I had to know. I am sorry it had to be this way, but I couldn't rest until I knew he was safe."

Vico nodded, noting the concern in her voice and the pleading look in her eyes. "Never will you leave my bed to go to someone else's," he warned.

A shiver coursed down her spine as a sense of foreboding settled upon her. Though he would never admit it, she knew it had hurt him to awake and find her gone. "I wouldn't. I promise," Shiloh whimpered. "Now can you let me go or at least remove your hand from my throat. It scares me."

He relented, pulling his hand back. "I won't kill you. I've had enough chances to do that. I could easily teach you a lesson you'll not soon forget. Instead, I'll tell you what I want, little slut. I want you to ride me. I want to see how you spread your legs and show me your pretty cunt. I want to see my dick sliding in and out of you. And I want to see your breasts bounce while you rise and fall upon me. And when you finally get up I want to see my spunk running out of your snatch," Vico's voice became husky with desire. He embraced her tightly, pressing his hardened piece between her cheeks. She groaned at the feel of him. "I long to be inside you."

Vico rolled off Shiloh and lay upon his back, allowing Shiloh to quickly climb on him. She grabbed his cock and pointed it at her opening. Slowly she lowered herself onto him. He slipped in easily. She arched her arch, letting a throaty sigh of pleasure escape from her lips.

Shiloh braced her arms against his thighs and supported the crab position she assumed with one foot on either side of his hips. Her bottom nuzzled his groin as she began to rock back and forth, riding him slowly. She let him watch as his dick slid in and out of her creamy channel. Her lower lips gripped his member, squeezing him within her wet walls. 

Vico's hands palmed her ass, pulling her down onto him fully as he thrust up into her forcefully. Her breasts bounced with every movement she made. "You look so hot. Squeezing your sexy little ass while you ride my dick makes me want to fuck that hot dark hole." His fingers slipped between her cheeks and pressed against her tight little opening. In response, Shiloh rammed her cunt down on him to get as much as she could inside. It wouldn't be long now. She could feel it building and let out an animalistic growl as she contracted her muscles around his shaft.

Vico grunted, lifting her off his cock. "Must have your royal ass," he placed her on her back and lifted her legs high in the air. He grinned down at her wickedly as he crawled between her thighs. Fisting his cock, he dragged the tip of it through her wetness from the top of her slit to the puckered ring nestled between her plump cheeks. He drew his hand back, his dark eyes devouring her. Smack! to her right thigh. And smack! to the other. Shiloh moaned and arched her back, enticing him to do it again. His hand connected with her ass. SMACK! SMACK! Her thighs trembled with every slap on her ass cheeks.

She was aching for him. She needed to feel his wet tongue sliding down her crack along with two strong hands pulling them apart to expose her lusty rear channel. At that moment in time, she craved having his thick, hard cock in her ass. Slowly she ground herself over and over against him, thinking only of his big strong hands gripping her hips, pulling her onto his cock. Gently slipping up and down her wet slit. The head of his beautiful cock dipping into her to gather the sweet nectar, making her moan in pleasure. It was enough to send her careening headlong into an intense orgasm, her cream dripping from her pouty slit.

SMACK! Another hard slap to her ass. 

"Mmmmmmm. Oooooooohhhhh..." 

Vico surprised her as he slipped down her body. His fingers skimmed their way through her soft curls and parted her lower lips. Growling, he sank both thumbs into her slit, pulling her open to further expose her sweetness to him. He landed another hard slap on her thigh while he tongued the sensitive spot just inside and had to hold tight as her hips bucked. Withdrawing his tongue, he twisted one thumb to put it against her inner pleasure spot, rubbing hard.

With eyes closed, bathing in the simultaneous sensations of pain and pleasure, Shiloh came in a glorious gush of cream with a matching scream. Before she'd subsided, he sucked her clit into his mouth, still massaging her from inside with his thumb. She shuddered and writhed, pulling his hair. He wanted her mindless, and the pain just added an extra edge to what he was feeling. 

He surged over her, forcefully entering her while waves of electricity crashed over and over again within her. He built up speed with every trip into her sucking tightness. Grunting and growling as he plundered her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled as he slammed deeply into her. 

"Oh FUCK me! HARDER!" Shiloh growled out as he ravaged her tight little pussy. 

Smack! SMACK! 

Shiloh bit her lower lip as her pussy trembled while Vico's hard length rhythmically pierced it. With four more quick thrusts into her soaked little snatch, he pulled out abruptly and grabbed her cheeks tightly. She cried out in pain as he stretched the tender flesh of her ass. A shocking blast of cool air hit her puckered rosebud. Shiloh tensed. Then, she felt his searing hot breath around her crinkled little opening as his wet tongue darted out and licked her from top to bottom. He slathered her with his saliva.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh gods," Shiloh cried out as she gave in to his dark desires. She rocked back closer to him in animal hunger. Taking the hint, he pushed the tip of his tongue into her darkness. With a sharp tongue, he stabbed into her bottom repeatedly. A raging fire swept through her. Vico slid his hot tongue as far into her dark depths as he could. The sensation curled her toes, causing her to scream out while he pressed the pad of his thumb to my dripping wet clit. She gasped as another wave rippled through her very core. The way he rubbed her clit while tasting her dark region set her ablaze. Shiloh didn't know how much more she could take before she imploded. Vico chuckled low in his throat as he slipped his fingers up to replace his tongue. He pushed his way into her ass and slowly retreated then twisted his finger over and over, corkscrewing past her barrier ring. 

He moved up to breathe into her ear and urged her to relax, "You want my hard cock in your ass?" 

Shiloh moaned, "Mmmmm yesssssssssss... " 

Vico slathered another finger in her cream and slowly slid it in next to the other, slowly and gently gyrating and parting his fingers to loosen her ass a little for his throbbing cock. Shiloh's heart raced. The sensations were so intense. It felt so good it hurt. 

Then she whimpered as she felt the burning tip of his raging cock. Steadily stimulating her clit, he melted her resistance with his passion as he urged the moistened head of his cock to stretch her tiny opening. As she exhaled, he slowly pushed his way past the anal ring. With quaking thighs and a dripping wet pussy, she found it to be very difficult to retain her composure. 

Vico pushed in slowly, driving his cock deep into her. He took it easy on her this time, stopping every inch or so to let her adjust to the wicked sensations. Her back arched at the sheer ecstasy of having him inside her. SMACK! His palm cracked against her ass. She writhed as the same hand smoothed over the sting. She gasped when he dug the fingers of one hand into her hair and yanked her head back. Lips brushed her cheek. All at once, Shiloh's body tightened and trembled. "By the GODS!" Her voice raised an octave with each word that slipped from her lips.

"Take it," he hissed, impaling her. He grabbed one of her hands and brought it to her pussy. "I want to see you play with your clit." 

Shiloh readily complied, willing to do whatever she had to please him. She convulsed as she rubbed her swollen nubbin, crying out when he spanked her again. Not stopping. Not until her backside was aflame. Then, with a harsh cry of his own, he slammed his cock deep into her dark depths. She screamed, the pleasure-pain far too intense to contain. Instantly her body shuddered, her mouth gaping as she struggled to gulp breath as he filled her. He'd worked his way in so deep! She arched her back as she adjusted to the impossible fill of his invasion.

"Gods!" she gasped, clutching and panting as molten lust threatened to sear them both. "Gods, yes. More, please!" It hurt, but oh, what a hurt! "Vico!"

Smack! Smack! 

He planted a kiss upon her rosy lips and followed it up with another slap. A torrent of lust. He pumped in and out of her building up speed and intensity. He gripped her hips as he slammed into her. He pulled out, then thrust hard back in. She couldn't stay still. Her hips shifted to the side, finding a delicious angle where he rubbed her in another new spot. The next time he shoved forward, she threw her hips back at him. 

"Fuck," he muttered. She shoved back again, and he growled, catching her hips. "Stop moving. I'll come."

He squeezed her ass cheeks before delivering another two slaps. SMACK! SMACK!

"Please!" she cried, pushing back again.

"FUCK!" He reared up, firmly gripping her hips, and set the motion, almost fucking himself using her body. And she was a more than willing tool. She spread her thighs and pushed against him, furiously matching his rhythm.

SMACK! SMACK!

She screamed, and he growled, fucking her through her spasms. She cried out and clutched at him, quite sure she was in agony but feeling nothing but ecstasy! Her muscles spasmed around his thickness as her pussy exploded. When she could take no more, he came, filling her ass with his wet warmth. 

Vico slumped against her, pulling himself from her steamy bottom. He rolled off her once more and pulled her into his lap, caressing her reddened cheeks. The sight aroused him greatly. He heard a whimper of protest as he dug his fingers into the meat of her globes. 

SMACK! SMACK!

Shiloh cried out as his hand cracked against a rather tender spot. "Stop!"

Vico laughed wholeheartedly before soothing her stinging cheeks with the soft caress of his fingers. "Have you learned your lesson?"

She nodded and scooted off his lap, sitting back on her haunches. "Bastard!"

Another laugh slipped from his lips followed by that insolent grin. "Come back here." Vico pulled her to him and snuggled her in the curve of his body. Sleep claimed them, whisking them away into its pleasant embrace.

O.O

When Shiloh awoke, she was alone. She rubbed her bottom and slid from beneath the warmth of the blankets. A smile crossed her face. He had pulled the blankets over her to keep her warm. Gathering her armor, she quickly slipped into it, tying all the laces that held it tight against her form. Shiloh glanced around, noting his armoire stood open. She went over to it and peered inside, noting the heavy suit of blackened mail was missing. Hmmm, she rubbed her chin, perhaps he had to do something that required heavy protection. A sense of foreboding slithered down her spine. 

She knew she had something to do as well. She had to return to the Bear Pit and speak to Master Nathan. She wondered if a lecture would be forthcoming. She knew she had best get it over with. 

She left Vico's abode and headed to the surface. Deciding to take the long way around, she made her way up through the ruined house and to the dark alley that Rick Cars used to guard. Passing through it, she headed all the way down to the end of River Road and crossed over into the north part of the city. She whistled a happy tune as she strolled along. Her blood still thrummed at the thought of the thorough fucking Vico had bestowed upon her. She had lost count of the sweet peaks he has presented her. It had felt so good. She sighed and smiled. She couldn't wait to see him again.

She squeaked as a middle-aged man swiftly approached her and grabbed hold of her arm. "Excuse me, but aren't you...?" His eyes studied her thoroughly.

A wave of panic coursed through her. There were several members of the Dhorn patrol nearby. "No, I'm not. Leave me be, please," she gritted through clenched teeth.

"Oh my God! You are Princess Shiloh!" He stared at her incredulously.

Shiloh's brow furrowed. "You must be mistaking me. I'm not a princess."

Still he persisted. "No, no, I'm absolutely sure! Princess Shiloh!" He quickly bowed before her.

"I'm sorry. I really don't know what you are talking about. Now leave me be or I shall be forced to call the patrol." 

He shook his head. "Princess, I understand your reasons for caution, but I shall tell no one that you are alive, except for my wife. Oh my gods, when she hears that you're still alive...! You have to know, we were always great admirers of the Royal Family! You see, Princess, I used to tend the horses in the castle when one was sick. I'm a veterinarian. I've seen you pretty often when you went out for a ride. I have a talent for recognizing faces, I think. Your hair is different. But still, I'd recognize you on the spot, everywhere. I still cannot believe you're talking to me. Are your parents alive as well? We've seen their corpses impaled on the castle walls. Was it just a trick to fool the Dhorn? Are they off to gather an army to take the city back?"

Shiloh sighed, "As far as I know, only I survived."

"Oh... and I had so hoped they would to return to kick these bastard Dhorn's out of our city!"

Shiloh's mind raced. She couldn't allow him to tell anyone he had seen her and that she was alive. Her safety depended on it. The imp inside urged her, coaxing her to silence him. She wondered what Vico would do? She drew in a deep breath, knowing full well the answer to that. "We should talk, but not here... Let's go to a more secluded spot."

He eagerly agreed. "Of course. Lead the way, Princess!" 

She led him to an alcove on the far side of the Temple, out of sight of everyone. She flashed a look at him that made his blood run cold. 

"Wait a moment! You are not luring me into a trap, are you?" The former castle veterinarian deduced and made haste to run from her.

Her eyes narrowed and she reached out, grabbing hold of him and pulling him back. "I am sorry, but I can not allow you to tell anyone that I am alive. It would risk far too many lives." She drew her sword with a cold detachment in her eyes and rammed it in his rather large gut. The man let out a sick gurgling noise. Shiloh watched as his skin took on a green tinge. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as he sank to the ground. Stepping back she pulled her blade from him and wiped it on his tunic. Looking around, she sheathed her sword and drew in another deep breath. She trembled and took off in a run, not stopping until she reached the doors of the temple. Remorse plagued her. She had taken a life. Shiloh wasn't sure what had come over her. She shuddered as the imp within cackled. She knew she had to make sure her identity remained a secret. She clung to that. It was imperative. Shiloh fell to her knees, and buried her face in her hands. It had to be this way. It had to be, she repeated to herself over and over again. Forcing herself to carry on, she pulled herself to her feet. It had to be this way. She knew her survival was all that mattered if she ever hoped to reclaim the throne in her family's name.

And so she went about her business without looking back. She entered the temple and made her way through the main chapel to the door that would lead her to Father Derthur's office. She went to the closet and slipped inside, finding the latch that would lead her to the secret panel and the room in which Rhys recuperated.

She greeted Father Derthur as she entered the bedroom. A concerned look crossed his face. "There is blood staining your armor, child. Are you injured?" He rushed to her.

"It is not my own, good Father. A man recognized me as the princess. I panicked and stabbed him. He is dead," Shiloh buried her face in her hands once more and let out a sob, letting her guilt and remorse out. "He would've told his wife and only the gods know how many people she may have told. I remember how gossipy the servants in the castle used to be. I couldn't allow that. I did what I had to do."

"There, there, child. Calm yourself. I will take care of it. I assume you have some to see Rhys."

"Yes, I have," she looked up at him with soulful eyes.

He studied her closely and nodded, seeing more than remorse in those sapphire pools. "Go to Rhys and I shall take care of the body."

Father Derthur exited the room, leaving Shiloh to her thoughts. She hasted to Rhys's side, sitting in the chair next to the bed. Her eyes flicked over him thoroughly. His color had improved, no longer the ghostly pallor of the previous day. Clean bandages encircled his torso. She touched his face, softly stroking his strong jaw. He flinched and thrashed, a groan slipping from his lips. She pulled her hand back and softly soothed him with her voice. "Shhh, all is well. You are safe. It is Shiloh."

"Shiloh?" he croaked, calming visibly. His eyes did not open. His breathing returned to normal.

She took hold of his hand and held it in both of hers. She rested her head on his chest and softly crooned a song her mother used to sing to her. She didn't know how long she sat with him. Her voice grew hoarse. 

Father Derthur returned and softly touched her shoulder. "Nathan sends word. He wishes to see you."

She nodded grimly. "Very well," she left the temple and headed to the Bear Pit. She wasted no time making her way to his office, not even to stop and speak to Caron. She avoided looking at Wesh and Warent as she walked between them. She stopped before Nathan and dropped a curtsy.

He cleared his throat. "Shiloh?"

She met his eyes levelly. "You wished to see me?"

"You know very well I wished to see you. You will explain your actions as of late. I am disappointed in you, to say the least."

She lowered her eyes, wondering what he spoke of. What had she done that had displeased him? "What is it you wish to know? I am unclear of what you speak of."




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 16



"Chella came to me this morning. She told me of your attack on Trissa. You could have killed her."

"Might I speak candidly? Did Chella tell you why? Trissa brought that upon herself. She is the reason I have had the trouble with Vico. She would report to him everything I did. She wants Caron to herself and sees me as being an obstacle in her path. She's the cause for many of the spankings Vico gave me. I had to put a stop to it. I felt she got what she deserved. I have forged an uneasy peace with Vico. We had a... talk... after I stabbed Paurie. I have foregone my interest in Caron. I only wish to be friends with him. There is much on my mind. I visited the temple a while ago. I had to check in on Rhys. He is slowly recovering."

"You tempt too much."

"I know, but he is a good friend and I feel responsible for all that has happened to him. There is something I must tell you. A man recognized me in the streets earlier. He was a veterinarian at the castle before the Dhorn attacked." Shiloh looked him straight in the eyes.

"Tell me what happened, Shiloh."

"I couldn't let him tell anyone that I am alive. It was far too risky. So I made sure he would not talk to anyone. I killed him."

Nathan nodded at her. "It seems you are finally standing on your own two feet, Shiloh. I am proud of you for that. I want you to continue your lessons. There is much I need to explain to you afterwards. You may go."

Shiloh inclined her head and bobbed another curtsy. She left the office without looking back. She had a feeling that Nathan knew more than he had let on. Only time would tell.

Stopping in the kitchen, she grabbed a quick bite to eat. She smiled at Nicca as the girl sat down in a chair beside her. It was obvious that Chella had put her to work, but Shiloh knew that Nicca would be safe. It pleased her that she had been able to save Nicca's life.

Leaving the Bear Pit, she headed back to the hideout and into Vico's home. She let out a growl as she found a pretty female in his bed. That low down snake! How dare he?!?

She was completely naked and wore a flushed glow upon her dusky skin. Shiloh dashed to the bed and rolled the girl over to look upon her face. She looked to be younger than Shiloh. Then a smear of blood upon his sheets caught her eye. The girl had obviously been a virgin. A growl slipped from Shiloh's throat. HOW DARE HE?!?! 

She wondered if the girl had been willing or not. She looked her over, but saw no signs other than the blood and semen mixed upon her creamy thighs that there might have been a struggle. 

Shiloh let out a feral growl. She would show Vico. He would not get away with this. She slid one hand harshly into the girl's hair and yanked with all her might. The girl came out of her sleep with a startled scream. Shiloh glared down upon her. "Who are you, little bitch?"

"Shandy," she whimpered as fear widened her eyes.

Shiloh raked her eyes over Shandy's lithe little body. She was a tiny thing with small breasts and gently curving hips. The mop of tousled orangey-red blazed like a tangled flame upon her head. The girl's brilliant emerald eyes glittered with unshed tears. "Did Vico fuck you?"

She nodded frantically as she struggled against Shiloh's grip on her hair. Her eyes grew wider as she watched Shiloh pull out her blade. Flipping it around, she gripped the dull side and ran the haft over Shandy's small breasts. "Did you enjoy it? Did you like it when he shoved his cock into you? Ripping away your precious maidenhead? Was he gentle with you?"

Shandy's eyes grew even wider as the haft of the knife wandered lower down her body. She squeezed her legs closed and let out a sob. 

"OPEN THOSE LEGS AND ANSWER ME, BITCH!" Shiloh screamed as fury swept her into the willing arms of madness. Another sob slipped forth from her lips. Shiloh's grip on the girl's hair tightened. Shandy parted her thighs, opening herself to Shiloh perusal.

She released her hold on the girl and crawled onto the bed, sliding the haft of the knife over the girl's lower lips. Shandy moaned as it came in contact with her sensitive flesh. Shiloh pressed it against her clit and rubbed until a gasp slipped from her lips. She drew it back, sliding it down over her slit. Then with a flick of her wrist, she shoved it into the girl's tight channel. Shandy cried out as Shiloh sank the haft in to the hilt. 

She pumped it ruthlessly, fucking the girl with it. She pressed the hilt to the girl's little nubbin and rubbed it, eliciting a small gasp of almost pleasure. "Vico is mine, little slut and you shall pay dearly for knowing him."

With a cruel yank, she pulled the haft from inside the girl and straddled her slender waist. Shiloh cackled coldly. The sound sent a shiver down the girl's spine. "Please.... I did not know. I was given to him by another man. I never met him before. Please, you must believe me."

Shiloh sneered at her, "Tough luck." The snarl that came from her throat hardly sounded like Shiloh's normal melodic tone. She pressed her knife to the girl's throat and slashed her from ear to ear. Blood splattered all over Shiloh and across the wall behind the bed. A raspy gurgle issued forth from the dying girl as she breathed her last. 

Shiloh sank her fingers into the wound in the girl's throat and smeared blood upon her own face. Lifting the slight weight of the girl in her arms, she carried her to Vico's altar and lay her upon it. 

Then she waited for him to return. She would have her revenge on that low life rat.

Revenge! Sweet Revenge!

It became her blood oath as she knelt before the altar.

O.O



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 17



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

Madness and Redemption

Hours ticked by slowly as Shiloh waited for Vico to return. Her fury at finding another female in his bed had not subsided. How could he do that to me? After everything we had shared? How could he after I had made the heartfelt admission of my love for him? She had hoped he would feel the same, but it was more than obvious that was not the case. Vico's heart had no room in it for love, especially a love for her.

And as much as she longed to sink her poison blade into his black heart, she also knew that was not to be. He was much physically much stronger than she, and much more skilled. Her time would come, though. Revenge would be hers.

Taking a seat in one of the overstuffed leather chairs, she continued to wait. She wondered where he could be. His heavy armor was back in the armoire. So many questions rattled around in her mind, yet she had no answers forthcoming. First and foremost was how could he do that? Didn't she mean anything to him? Shiloh wiped away her tears. It became obvious to her that she didn't mean as much to him as he did to her. Shiloh didn't know why she even lingered here. Part of her knew she had to be crazy for waiting here for him. She knew a fight would ensue when he found the dead girl. She shouldn't have acted so rashly. 

Shiloh returned to the altar and stared into the sightless eyes of the girl. Where was she from, she wandered. Hadn't she said that a man gave her to Vico and she'd never met him before? Her heart ached. Had he been gentle with her when he took her maidenhead and made her a woman? A sob slipped from Shiloh's lips. Her tears flowed. How could he? Somewhere deep in her heart she knew he had to have other women. Vico was a very physical person in everything that he did, from the way that he fought to the relationships he had with women to the way he dealt with everyone else. There were moments when she was given brief glances into the person beneath the brooding and the insolent grin and she cherished each and every one of them, so few and far between. She remembered that fleeting hurt look on his face when she had told him she had left his bed to find Rhys. 

The need for revenge still plagued her. Her eyes fixed upon the symbols on the altar. She had never seen anything like them. They fascinated her on a level she did not fully understand. She was sure that Vico did. This was his blood stained altar. Part of her wondered why something so foul existed here in his home, but deep down she knew. He was bound to some higher power. It fueled his evil actions. Shiloh wanted that. She craved to know what that power was like. 

The symbols began to move and change into something she could read. She whispered her blood oath again before repeating the words that appeared before her. 

"I pledge my very soul in exchange to right the wrongs committed against me. I take within me your power and give to you my obedience. I accept you as my lord and become your willing servant."

Shiloh felt stronger as power tingled through her core. She drew her knife and slashed her wrist wide open, dripping the blood upon the altar. It hissed and sizzled. Dark flames consumed her and swept her away to a void of blackest pitch. 

Flame flickered to life at the end of black and red tapers. She stood before an altar much like the one she had knelt before in Vico's home. But in this case, there was no body upon the altar. Silken cords crisscrossed it. She felt a... presence... join her nearby the altar. It was shrouded in darkness. Yet a familiar voice entered her head.

"You will do nicely, my little servant. There is one more thing I require to seal our pact."

"Tell me what I must do." Shiloh eyed the darkness before turning back to the altar. Somehow she already knew. It wanted to possess her body.

The shrouded figure materialized before her. He took the form of a very large man, at least seven feet tall, with long blue-black hair loose around his broad shoulders and piercing red eyes. He was too handsome to be true. She looked up at him and her heart beat faster. He took her hand gently rubbing her knuckles. Shiloh licked suddenly dry lips and gulped in fear. He was no bigger in height than Rhys, but his presence was much more ominous. 

"Who are you?" Shiloh asked as she stared deeply into his eyes.

"You know who I am. I am your vengeance if you but give me what I ask for. I am your conscience and your soul. I will never leave you," he whispered to her as he swept her into his waiting arms. He kissed her long and deep until she was breathless. Then he worked his way down her body. She caressed him, yielded to his kisses. "I require that you be bound," he said softly, still kissing her.

Shiloh found it extremely hard to think. He had shot her arousal to the stars. "Bound? As in tied?" She looked deep into his red eyes. She found the thought of being helpless with him overpoweringly erotic. She looked over at the altar. It all made sense. She would show Vico. She would show them all. She smiled softly. "As you wish," she whispered, his name forming within her mind. "Bastian, I am yours, your willing slave."

He placed her gently upon the altar, which was large enough for her to stretch out completely upon. He reached and pulled the silk cords from the edge. He tied her wrists, spreading her arms over her head. Then he bound her ankles, spreading her legs wide. He began kissing and licking her body. Tasting her, arousing her. He bit gently on her hard nipples. Shiloh quivered and moaned as pleasure shot through her. 

Then he moved down her body to her clitoris. His mouth and tongue stimulated her until she was writhing, moaning, straining to his lips. Then he gently bit her clitoris and she climaxed; her body rigid as wave after wave of pleasure poured through her. He knelt between her legs. Then she saw the size of him. His erect cock was enormous. Long and thick. Her eyes grew wide and she shuddered at the sight of it. Surely he would kill her with that. It would never fit inside her! 

Bastian noticed her fear and kissed her gently. "Do not fear me, little one. It will fit and you will enjoy it. You will even beg for more! Trust me."

Shiloh eyed him, unsure of what she'd gotten herself into to. "I can't do this. Please let me go."

"Calm yourself, my pretty one. I will not hurt you. Trust me," he continued to soothe her, gently stroking his hands over her body. Kissing her. Caressing her. Running his tongue over her sensitive nipples and feasting upon her engorged clit. Shiloh relaxed as he brought her to her first of many climaxes. She moaned her pleasure and trembled beneath him. Boldly she met his eyes; eyes that began glowing, turning redder. He moved to enter her, letting himself swell to his full size. He positioned the hot tip just at her lower lips. He was burning hot. She was aroused, wanting. He pushed just the tip into her. Shiloh moaned. It felt like he had pushed his fist into her. He was huge! She looked up, caught by his burning red gaze. 

"You will scream for me," he plunged his entire, long, hard, massively thick cock completely into her. She arched her back, screaming at the pain of him tearing deeper into her than she thought possible. Then he did it again and again as she thrashed and screamed. She fought the bonds as he ripped deep into her over and over. 

The intense pain of him penetrating her so very hard and deep had her begging him to stop. But, in spite of it, an intense pressure steadily built within her. Her pain had shifted to a whole new level. Suddenly the pressure burst and she bucked her hips, shrieking in climax, her body throbbing, writhing as the pain and pleasure wove together into an intense, long, hard orgasm. 

Her body trembled after what seemed like an eternity beneath him, but Bastian remained massively hard in her. Her eyes locked on his glowing red gaze. 

"Again," he demanded, feeling her muscles clench around him. This time, he withdrew almost completely out of her. Only the hot, huge head of his cock remained. Then he plunged hard, twisting deep into her. She howled. Each measured thrust twisted into her, intensifying the pain-laced pleasure as she thrashed, screamed then climaxed. Over and over again until she couldn't scream any more. She could only whimper and climax. Hard, sharp, deep twisting thrusts brought his orgasm bursting into her. He pulsed burning hot, hard, deep into her.

She lay limp, quivering, and sated. He gazed down at her. "You shall have your revenge, little one. You have pleased me more than I had hoped. I release you and lend to you my power. Use it wisely," Bastian's red eyes glowed as he stared down into her sparkling blue ones. Dizziness swept over Shiloh as she returned to the position she'd been kneeling in before Vico's altar. Her groin hurt worse than ever before and tingled in ways she had never known as well. She felt fulfilled and ready to face her two-timing lover. He had better have a good explanation or else she'd take his balls as a souvenir.

O.O

Shiloh's long legs ate up the distance as she took the stairs two at a time. She all but sprinted into the hideout, nearly slamming into Tarleth. 

"Slow down, Shiloh. Where's the fire?" Tarleth teased her with an infectious smile. 

"Sorry," Shiloh giggled. "I was in a hurry to find someone."

Tarleth nodded at her. "Oh, Alfons told me to tell you that he wished to speak to you if I saw you come in."

"Thank you. I'll go in now," Shiloh ducked into Alfons's office and confidently swaggered her to him. Her hunt for Vico would have to wait a few minutes or maybe not. Alfons would likely know where to find him. "Good evening, Alfons. Tarleth said you wished to see me?"

"Yes, Shiloh. That I do," he flashed a look at her that made her want to shrink into the woodwork. "You are not to attack anyone within this base. No matter what the circumstances are, you are to come to me first. Are we understood?"

Shiloh lowered her eyes, and attempted to gain control of her anger. How dare he put those constraints on her? She sucked in a deep breath and met his eyes levelly. "I understand your concerns, Alfons, and will endeavor to abide by them. However, Paurie had that coming to him. I will be no man's little whore. I will tell you exactly what I told Master Nathan. I am not some brainless little twit who can be manipulated into doing such a thing and by my actions; I think I have shown that I will not stand for that. I may not be 'Miss Little Innocent' any longer, but I refuse to be 'Miss Little I'll-do-whatever-you-want-me-to-do.' I'll make my own decisions on who I sleep with and that shall not be anyone's business but mine."

"Very well, Shiloh. You should be able to make your own decisions concerning that, but tell me one thing. Why would Vico order that Paurie be killed? What is going on with the two of you?" Alfons asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

"There is nothing between Vico and I. He thinks he owns me. We've been through this before the day I attacked him a few weeks ago. We have forged an uneasy peace due to the fact that I stabbed Paurie. I think it impressed him." Shiloh replied, staring him straight in the eyes. She tried her hardest not to flinch or let her body language show that she wasn't telling the truth. "I was in the process of looking for Vico. I must speak to him. Would you happen to know where he is?"

"Last I saw him he was playing dice. No fighting this time," Alfons warned her, shaking his finger at her.

Shiloh smiled at him sweetly, batting her lashes at him. "I have no intention of it, Alfons."

"I'm not playing games with you, Shiloh. Stay out of trouble and remember what I told you." He shook his finger at her.

Shiloh hugged him, catching him by surprise. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek, causing both him and Cata to raise an eyebrow. Then she dashed out of the room and into the main hall of the hideout. Vico was indeed playing dice with Kenny, Dara and Mando. She strolled over to him and smacked him as hard as she could in the back of the head then dashed toward the door.

"Fucking cunt," Vico growled and gave chase, following her down the stairs to the panel door. He caught her and threw her over his shoulder as he reached for the lever that opened the hidden door to his home. Steeping inside, he closed it, locking and barring it. "Would you care to explain what that was all about?" Vico glared at her and set her on her feet.

"Would you care to explain what she is doing here?" Shiloh pointed to Shandy's body, which still lay upon the altar.

"What the fuck!" The oath slipped from Vico's lips as he crossed the room quickly and stared down at the dead girl upon his altar. "What the fuck did you do?"

"What the fuck was she doing in your bed? If I can not fuck another man then I'll be damned if I let you get away with fucking another woman! You had better have a damn good explanation or else I'll cut your dick off!" Shiloh retorted, her eyes flashing from blue to vibrant red.

Vico stared at her, taking in the change. What had she done? "I do not have to justify myself to you, little slut. I'll fuck whoever I please!" 

"So be it!" Shiloh lunged at him and let loose her fury. She felt her nails extend into razor-sharp talons. She slammed her slight weight into him, forcing him against the altar. He brought his arms up to block the worst of the raking of her claws upon his flesh. She dug them into his forearms, grinning as he hissed in pain.

"Demonspawn harpy!" Vico growled as he pulled his wicked sword and swung at her. She ducked him, and slashed at his thighs, ripping the fabric of his pants as her talons raked his flesh. He hissed as she sank them in and attempted to use his sword to push her off. He could tell she was possessed by something. It made him wonder what kind of deal she had forged and with whom. Though he loathed the thought of hurting his girl, he knew it was best for the both of them. 

As he moved to strike at her, Shiloh let out a blood curdling scream. Every inch of her eyes turned blazing red, her skin took on a reddish-bronze appearance. She caught hold of Kinslayer as he swung it and jerked it from his grasp. She threw the sword end over end, causing it to lodge in the wall near the fireplace. Vico growled at her and switched his dagger from his left hand to his right. Whatever had taken her over had lent her its strength. Her claws came at him again, raking down his chest and leaving open gashes in his tunic that exposed the wounds below. 

He grunted harshly as she tore chunks of flesh from him, digging in deep as she sliced his skin. Shiloh grabbed hold of him and flung him to the floor. Then she pounced, straddling his chest. He slashed at her with the dagger, sinking it into her shoulder. He cursed a foul oath for having missed her heart. Shiloh cackled evilly, taunting him with her laughter. She knocked the blade from his hand and spit blood into his face. It sizzled upon his skin, burning him. But Vico would not give up. He chanted a few soft words and brought to existence a mass of sucking red energy to his hand. He slammed it to Shiloh's chest and watched as she jerked, screaming in pain as the magical force tore gashes in her flesh. Blood ran in rivulets that coursed down her body, pooling between her legs on his abdomen.

But Shiloh refused to lose to him. She cursed him in a coarse guttural tongue. She would have her revenge. It was the only thing that mattered. Vico would pay for raping her. He would pay for abusing her the way he did and mostly he would pay for making her love him then betraying her with another woman. Revenge. Sweet revenge! She would have it and he would not stop her.

She unleashed a maddened cry with Bastian's name on her lips. He materialized beside her, watching her intently with his piercing eyes. His blue-black hair gleamed in the firelight. He spoke eloquent words in an abyssal tongue that were music to her ears. "Hypu qa fu iaej xowjymywu. Hypu qa fu gyx dkaab. Doqgu yz yq ozb du azu cyqg fu."

Shiloh understood him perfectly and repeated his words back to him. "Give to me your sacrifice. Give to me his blood. Bathe in it and be one with me."

Bastian moved away from her, letting her finish Vico off. And Shiloh happily obliged him. She went straight for Vico's throat, ripping his flesh until blood poured from him. He gasped for breath, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he ceased to move. Yet she continued in her assault, tearing his clothes from his body. She stripped him naked and tossed him upon his own altar, extending her hand out to Bastian. She beckoned him to her. She backed up against the altar. She could feel the fading warmth of Vico's body pressed against her backside. "Qolu fu!"

Bastian smiled at his little pet and her words. 'Take me' was her oath to him. He leaned down and kissed her hungrily. She yielded to his kiss, tasting him, feeling the tightly held passion. He had his hands on her shoulders. "You have done well, my pet. The blackguard is a worthy kill," he spoke quietly. "You have pleased me."

"I am happy to have pleased you, my lord," Shiloh rested her head against the swell of his pectoral muscles. "How can you be here, though? I don't understand."

"You called me and summoned me," his eyes glowed brighter. "His blood sustains me here as does your offering. Give to me what I would have of you. Serve me and only me."

"Y of iaejx!" 

"Yes, my pet, you are mine." Bastian confirmed his claim as he stripped the blackened robes he wore. His cock hung long and thick, corded with ropy veins and cushioned on large, firm testicles. Shiloh reached out to gently stroke him. She had had him once before and wanted his magnificence again. The massive organ began to swell and harden, growing to enormous proportions. 

He lifted her in his arms and swept her away to his altar, lying her upon it once more. He leaned over her, kissing her breasts, gently biting her nipples. She moaned softly in pleasure. He again looked into her eyes. "I must bind you," he said softly. Shiloh grinned and offered her wrists to him. He tied her, spread for his taking.

She tugged a bit to test her bonds, and then looked up into his crimson eyes. "Yes..." she whispered. He moved over her and pressed his engorged cock against her clitoris. Another soft moan of pleasure as he rubbed the hot tip against her. Then he began pushing into her, slowly spreading her wider to accept his monstrous member, slowly forcing it into her. She jerked and gasped as he penetrated her. Her wet walls clenched his girth. Then he began pushing his steely shaft as far into her as he could. She writhed, moaning, as the huge erection forced her wider, stretching her painfully. Then he thrust hard, dragging it along her channel. Shiloh arched and screamed pitifully. Again and again, he rammed his cock completely into her writhing body with each powerful stroke. Overwhelmed by him, she bucked her hips and squealed breathlessly, her body stiff and convulsing with orgasmic spasms. He slowed his thrusts just enough to savor the intense spasms of her body around him.

As her orgasm began to fade, he resumed his plunging assault. She writhed, moaning throatily, as he caused her body to blossom once more and pushed her to intense convulsions of climactic bliss over and over again. Bastian ravaged her until her screams were hoarse and her body shook in constant orgasm. Sudden, sharp thrusts pounded his explosive climax hard and long into her, filling her with his seed. He paused, allowing the echoes of their intense climax to fade. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 17



Shiloh lay limp, quivering, breathless under him. He kissed her throat, feeling her hammering pulse under his lips. "Now you know why I must bind you," he whispered as his hips thrust forward. Despite the fact that he had exhausted her thoroughly, her hips rose to meet him. "I have given you enough for now. Give me more blood," he breathed in her ear. 

Bastian released her. Shiloh found herself back at Vico's altar. She noticed his body had fallen to the floor. She nudged him with her toe. He still felt somewhat warm to the touch. She wandered how long it would take him to fully die? But she had more important things on her mind. 

Leaving the sewers behind, she headed up to the docks. The heavy rain soaked her bare skin, but she did not feel the cold. She stalked along slowly, her eyes searching for the perfect mark. A wicked smile crossed her face as she set her sights on a member of the Dhorn Patrol. He looked young and fresh-faced. He would be perfect. She stalked after him and managed to get ahead of him, hiding in an alcove. As he passed her, she stuck out a foot for him to trip over. He stumbled to the ground, his halberd clattering against the cobblestones. Then she revealed herself. "You should be careful on these uneven stones. Here let me help you up." Shiloh purred, lifting him to his feet with one arm. She pulled him into the alcove, slamming him against the wall. "Come with me."

He tried to call out for help, but she mashed her lips against his, drowning out his cry with a tongue filled kiss. Shiloh covered his mouth before she lifted him over her shoulder and carried him to a nearby abandoned house. She barred the door and turned her red eyes upon him. Her nails became razor sharp claws again.

"Listen to me, Dhorn maggot!" She growled, "You will do as I tell you or you will pay the consequences."

"I don't answer to filthy little street whores. I will see you flogged and hanged for this," he retorted as he brandished his halberd at her.

She slapped it from his hands, watching it clatter against the far wall. "You and what army, peon!?" 

An expression of fear crossed his face as Shiloh struck out at him, ripping the breastplate on his suit of mail completely from his chest. He grunted in pain as the metal scraped his flesh. Then she tore at the greaves protecting his thighs. He fought her, struggling to keep the suit of armor on, but her strength was too great for him to overcome. A few more seconds passed before she had stripped him to his skin. He stood before her as naked as she, but where Shiloh was comfortable with being nude, he blushed beat red and placed his hands over his private parts.

She smacked his hand aside and pulled them behind his back. She grabbed a strip of leather and bound his hands. "You will not hide from me."

"What do you want, whore?" he yelled, projecting his voice. He was trying to maintain some semblance of control of the situation. Shiloh snickered. This must be what the Dhorn teach them as their method of dealing with unruly peasants. She was neither. Drawing her hands back, she slapped him with all the force she could muster, her claws raking his cheek.

The young patrolmen screamed from the pain as she shattered his jaw and cheekbone. "You will not refer to me as a whore. I am not a whore. I am the Princess Shiloh of Betancuria, daughter to the murdered King. One by one, every Dhorn that inhabits my city will die screaming. I am going to begin with you," Shiloh calmly stated, watching him piss himself with a sardonic look upon her face, as she sank her claws into his throat and chest at the same time, ripping out his beating heart and severing his jugular.

He collapsed to the floor without a word. Shiloh knelt beside him and softly called to Bastian. "Guoj fu, hjuoq Bastian! Y hypu qa iae qgyx ammujyzh am dkaab! Qolu qgyx ammujyzh mjaf iaej gefdku vuq! Kuq fu xujpu iae ozb vkuoxu iae!" Shiloh smeared some of his blood upon her flesh and said another short prayer. "Hear me, great Bastian! I give to you this offering of blood! Take this offering from your humble pet! Let me serve you and please you!"

She felt an immense swell of pride within her and continued on her bloody hunt. By the time that dawn broke, Shiloh had dragged another six patrolmen into the abandoned house and offered their blood appease Bastian's thirst. She was soaked in it after having smeared her flesh with it. She wrapped a cloak around her body and returned to Vico's home in the sewers.

She danced about, chanting in the abyssal tongue and offering to Bastian the blood upon her body. Yet he did not materialize. That struck her as strange, causing her to look around. She noticed Vico's body was no longer at the base of the altar as well as the body of the girl that she'd left lying upon the top. Intuition sparked within her. Someone had found them and taken them away. Bastian could not come because they were not there to sustain his need. 

She unleashed a primal feral scream and headed for the door. Bastian needed blood upon the altar to appear. She needed him to appear. In her rush she did not notice the shadowed figure lurking near the door. 

He grabbed her, slamming her into the wall. The blackguard knew what he had to do. He had spent hours searching through old books after he'd healed himself fully. She might have taken him down once, but he swore he'd never give her the opportunity to do it twice. He hardened his heart against what she had become and shoved her with all his might. He drew the Kinslayer up and aimed it, sinking in deep in her heart. "Jukuoxu iaej gakb az guj, maek bufaz! Xgu dukazhx qa fu!" Vico uttered in the abyssal tongue, "Release your hold on her, foul demon! She belongs to me!"

Shiloh jerked, gasping and gurgling. Her eyes went wide before she collapsed into his arms. Vico crossed the room, laying her upon the altar, and grabbed a major heal draught, pouring it down her throat. Then he waited. Waited to see if he had saved her in time.

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A dream...

"Shiloh..." The low sensuous voice called to her again and her eyes slowly fluttered open, seeing him standing now at the foot of the bed, smiling seductively, his perfectly even white teeth showing past luxuriously rich and full lips. Lips that could make her scream out in torturous delight or melt like hot butter when they touched her.

He moved around the bed and slowly pulled the covering from her body, his smoldering gaze moving over every inch of her flesh as he exposed her nudity beneath. His eyes flashed with fire as she automatically parted her thighs, inviting him between them.

And then he was beside her, his dark clothing removed almost magically as he stretched out his incredibly muscled form beside her smaller frame. The heat of his body searing against hers as he held her gaze and when his hand moved over her belly, his fingertip tracing the outline of her navel, Shiloh sucked in a breath at the sensation. Her pussy excreted her heavy lubrication for him, knowing how large he was, how incredibly filling he could be when he entered her and she would be ready. His hand moved up to one of her breasts, cupping it in his palm, his thumb raking over the hardening nipple. Shiloh moaned in pleasure when she felt his hot breath close to her flesh. Straining upward, silently begging him to put his mouth over her quivering mound, Shiloh gasped in rapture as his tongue flicked over her dusty pink nipple, making it even harder, extruding it further from the globe and he suckled deeply while his hand moved to the other side.

He was sucking so hard it was nearly painful but in an erotic painful way as she attempted to press upward, wanting to put one solid orb into his mouth yet knowing it was not possible. 

Her pussy was dripping now; she could feel the liquid slipping from inside her, following the trail that led to her anal opening. Shiloh knew he could smell her desire, his body shook slightly with a laugh when he pulled in a deep breath. 

"Please, I need you." She begged huskily and his head lifted slightly and Shiloh could feel those dark eyes burning into her and those incredible lips parted into a crooked smile. 

"What would you have me do, sweetie?" He asked, his voice taking on a deeper timbre, husky with desire, rich, enveloping her like a warm, velvet blanket on a cold night. 

"Vico..." She breathed on a sigh. 

"I am here for you," he murmured to her causing goose bumps to rise on her skin as he lowered his head again, shifting over to her other breast, giving it the same treatment as he had the first.

When he had her nipples rock hard and aching for more, he leaned up, propping up his dark head with his hand, staring down at her with interest. His free hand moved from her breasts to her abdomen, again, a fingertip circling around her navel, her muscles quivered beneath his touch and then slowly, seductively his hand began to move downward, slipping between her thighs, feeling her heavy moisture.

Shiloh arched her hips, thrusting her mound into his hand, seeping heavily in lust. His finger slipped between her female folds, enflamed with passion now to retrieve some of her lubrication, moving it up and down against her slit, pressing against her swollen clit.

Moaning over and over again with pleasure, Shiloh began undulating against his hand, wanting him to shove a finger deeply inside her, to stop the flame that was building higher and higher inside her.

"Please..." She begged breathlessly as he continued to torment her clit with his finger and then teased at her slit, the tip of his finger pressing slightly inside only to pull away again and again each time. He teased her relentlessly until her juices flowed like a torrent from her wet channel. She writhed beneath his ministrations, her body trembling. She groaned in complete bliss as at last he drove one large finger inside her, almost causing her to cum instantly yet pulling back slightly when he felt her tighten. He gave her a good finger-fuck, driving his hand tenderly into her tightness, stretching her nether passage and then pulling back again and again, his arm holding her jerking leg against his thigh. 

"Vico, please, I need you...," She begged, her breathing coming in pants now but obviously that was not his intent this time. He removed his hand and Shiloh's eyes opened when she felt him move from her side. He looked down upon her with his dark, brooding eyes. He regarded her for a moment, taking in the flushed tone of her creamy skin. She was more beautiful than any woman he had ever known, more beautiful than any woman that he had ever had the pleasure of being with. Yet Shiloh was special.

"I need you..." She repeated as he positioned himself between her legs, grabbing onto each one and shoving them up, her knees pressing against her breasts. Those dark eyes flashed his fire again and she could see his dark head lowering, inhaling deeply of her lustful scent.

Shiloh screamed out with bliss and elation when his mouth opened over her, his tongue flicking over her opening. Her hips shot upward. Currents of electricity shot from her pussy to her brain. Her body shook, bucking under his efforts. Again and again he licked at her, starting with his tongue flat, pulling up over her slit, between her folds and over her bulging clit, feeling her shudder each time.

He then pressed her legs to her sides, opening her even wider and his mouth then worked exclusively on her clit, sucking, pushing with his tongue, moving it up, down, and from side to side, using his teeth and lips to pull it out from her body. Shiloh was a bouncing mass of hot flesh and bones beneath him and when he rolled his tongue into a stiff spear and drove it inside her, she screamed out as an explosion rocked through her. Her body tensed painfully as she felt the muscles inside her pussy working, pushing out the heavy cream of her orgasm as his tongue now moved around inside her, scraping out every last drop of her hot spent passion.

And then he was moving again, sliding his body up her own, Shiloh could feel this throbbing cock moving up her leg and then dropping heavily between them, feeling the pulsation of the blood pumping through it. She was almost purring beneath him as she lifted her arms to encircle his neck, pulling his head down so she could kiss him.

His lips feathered across her own and she could smell her own desire on him, igniting yet another fire inside her. Something inside her almost snapped as she pulled his head down roughly, locking her lips onto his, driving her tongue inside his mouth until he was giving just as good as he got from her. Her lust was out of control and both of them knew it.

Shiloh's hands moved now, up and down the incredible width of his shoulders, feeling his muscles ripple beneath her palms, feeling almost as tight as that large, pulsating rod laying now against her belly, driving against her skin. She could feel the blood pumping through it, throbbing with every beat of his heart and it was huge, larger than she first thought and she wanted it, now.

Her hands moved on down his back to his lean waist and powerful hips, cupping his ass, gripping tightly before traveling around. As they ravaged each other's mouths, her hands asked him to lift his hips so that she could hold him and he did as her hand circled that burning steel rod, gasping slightly at the size now and knowing that soon he was going to push it inside her.

Shiloh felt the urge to have it in her mouth. She wanted to pleasure him as he had her. Her free hand came up, pressing against his shoulder and he shifted off her as if sensing what she was asking of him.

Their lips unlocked and she pushed him onto his back, their eyes staring at one another. Those dark eyes flashed again as though he were reading her mind and Shiloh smiled at him sweetly, already beginning to lower her body, slipping down, her breasts raking over his tightly muscled chest, exciting her nipples again.

As she moved down, her lips trailed wet kisses over his flesh, her tongue dipping into his navel, teasing him just as he had teased her, hearing him suck in a deep breath. She took his cock into her hand again, reveling at the size of it as it pulsated in her grip.

Shiloh glanced up quickly, checking his reaction to what she was going to do and again, those black eyes flashed back at her. Closing her eyes, Shiloh lowered her head and opened her mouth, guiding the bulbous head between her lips.

She groaned as soon as she had him inside, feeling the texture, soft but hard and she could taste his skin, salty but not unpleasant. Shiloh used her tongue, wrapping it around his circumference, pulling up and slipping back down, feeling the rippling moving through him as he enjoyed what she was doing. She positioned her head to where she could take him deeper into her mouth, feeling him hit the back of her throat.

Shiloh pulled all the way back and drove down, the thick head sliding past her tonsils, feeling him lift his hips slightly as the muscles in the back of her throat worked around him.

Suddenly filled with an abundance of lust, she moved her head, letting him slide in and out of the back of her throat until his hips began undulating with her, literally fucking her mouth. She gave a startled gasp when his large hand went to the back of her head, shoving her down around him as his hips thrust upward, driving him deeply down the back of her throat and in the next second she felt the hot cum of his spent passion bursting from his tip.

Shiloh was groaned around his girth as the hot semen filled her mouth, finding the taste highly erotic as she swallowed, enjoying the taste of him immensely. Shiloh continued to swallow the tiny spurts that erupted from his head until at last they stopped, but to her utter astonishment found that he was still hard. 

Vico sat up, his hands coming beneath her arms, hoisting her upward and flipping them over at the same time, his knees forcing apart her legs. It was as if his dick needed no guidance to her channel and as he lowered himself down, ramming that massive cock into her, Shiloh cried out both in pain and sheer bliss of having him inside her tight depths. 

"Deeper, harder, Vico..." She panted beneath him and he gave her what she asked for. Pulling his hips back and slamming them down, ramming his full length into her hot cavern, his size stretching her wet walls greatly. She arched her back and pumped her hips, screaming and panting as he fucked her through another intense orgasm. 

Shiloh whimpered, nuzzling her head into his neck as she buried her fingers into the silk of his chin length black hair. His thrusts took on a more urgent rhythm, coaxing soft sighs and moans from her under his pleasurable ministrations.

He brought her to three more climaxes, each one more intense than the previous. Her last enraptured her as he reached his own peak, shooting his seed inside her with such force it had sent her careening into orgasmic bliss. Tiny white, blinding lights burst outward from behind her closed eyes, her body arching upward, taking him into her, her pussy muscles tightening and releasing as though her system was drinking in every last precious ounce of his come.

Exhausted, spent, completely gratified, Shiloh hugged him, the dampness of his flesh making his back slick. He tried to move away, fearful of his crushing weight. Shiloh felt him chuckle softly as her arms tightened around him, her legs wrapped around his hips and she jerked him back down.

He wasn't getting away that easily. She needed him by her side and snuggled her smaller form into his heat. She had found beauty in their lusty coupling. Her heart swelled. There was no need for anything else. The inner demons had disappeared, leaving her at peace.

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Life blossomed within her as she gasped for air to fill her burning lungs. She coughed, tears welling in her eyes. She wasn't sure what had happened to her. She touched the left side of her chest, slightly above the swell of her breast, and felt her heart beat strongly.

Shiloh pushed herself up on her elbows, trembling as she forced them to hold her weight. She looked around the room and at the bed she lay upon. The black silk sheets comforted her skin. Warmth surrounded her in cushiony softness. 

Pushing aside the velvety blanket that covered her, she sat up fully and set her feet onto the hardwood floor. A chill zinged through her. Testing her legs, she dashed into the other room, coming face to face with Vico who stood before the fire. Their eyes met and locked onto each other. Shiloh felt her skin blush a delicate pink as his eyes raked over her in an appreciative manner. 

And the words to describe her feelings slipped from her lips.

"Innocence-I have lost
Madness-clouding my judgment...
Redemption-brought me from the brink...
Behind my façade of desires-hides fear of my unbridled heart...
Lust-raging
Blissfulness-undying
Blinded-by jealousy
Driven-by need 
Longing-for intensity
Waiting-for something deep inside to explode
Hear me
Hear my roar.
Feel me.
Feel my thunder
Ride me.
Ride my lightning.
Grasp the violent natures of my passion.
Come with me. 
Enter the eye of my storm.
Become anew."

Shiloh ran into his arms and felt him lift her into his embrace. 

"Forgive me, sweetie. I never meant to hurt you, but I have to tell you the truth of the matter." Vico began, his intense dark eyes capturing hers. "Mando often asks me to initiate his new girls in the proper art of fucking. Shandy was one of those girls. She was due to become the live-in mistress of a wealthy nobleman. He handpicked her from a city to the North and asked us to train her. You could say he had no patience for virgins. Mando knows what happened or rather most of it. I had to stretch some truths. He doesn't know you killed her. I told him she slashed her own throat because she was distraught over the fucking. He isn't happy because he knows our client isn't going to be happy."




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 17



Shiloh buried her face in the crook of his throat. How could I have been so stupid?

"There is nothing to forgive," she whispered in his ear. "I owe you my life for saving me again from my inner demons. I love you."

A wicked grin crossed his face. "Of course you do. Who else fucks you the way I do?"

A laugh escaped her as she nipped his ear. "How about I give you another chance to show me?"

Vico chuckled and carried her back into his bedroom. Show her he did indeed... All night long.

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Fire blazed within Bastian's eyes as he watched the blackguard and his pet. "You may have her now, but soon I will bleed you of your will to live and take her back!" Plotting his revenge, he blanked the mirror he watched them through and returned to his dungeon of pain to play with his pets.



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 18



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Ni'as, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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But That Was Yesterday

Three days passed before Vico let Shiloh out of his sight. It was three days full of lust and passion. Neither of them could simply get enough of the other. Then a late night messenger interrupted their private rendezvous. Shiloh watched as Vico grimly donned his blackened plate mail and sheathed his deadly sword at his side. She longed to ask what was wrong, but she could tell by the distant look about him that he would offer her no explanation and as he turned to leave the look in his eyes sent shivers down her spine.

It reminded her of the look of a man who had nothing left to lose. She had seen it many times before as she recalled some of the prisoners her father had hung for crimes against the Crown. Was it fear? Or something else? Was it so bad that he didn't think he'd be coming back?

Shiloh knew better than that. His battle prowess was greater than anyone she'd ever encountered. Vico's skill transcended anything worldly. He was an anomaly to behold. She eyed him thoughtfully before springing from the bed and launching herself into his arms. She kissed him with a desperation she couldn't quite explain and watched as he unbarred and unlocked the door.

A tear slipped down her face. She wasn't quite sure why it was there. Shiloh hastily brushed it away and took a seat in front of the fire. She mulled over his expression in her head. She didn't know what had happened or why it all seemed so grim. Shiloh had faith in Vico's abilities. She knew in her heart he would return and he would need her. She smiled at that thought. 

Taking along look back upon their tumultuous relationship, Shiloh knew if anyone from The Family suspected what was going on between they would surely think she was insane. To be in love with the man who had violated her in such a ruthless manner was certainly unheard of, but she did not care at this point. She needed him. He had become an addiction and she knew it was certainly not good for her, but she was powerless to resist it. Her thoughts plagued her. Certainly she could not go on this way. The need for him was all-consuming. Yet she knew there were things she had to see through. She knew she should get some rest, but the job she had promised to do for Jacia wouldn't get done if she were resting and waiting for Vico to return.

Returning to the bedroom, she slipped into her black dress and thigh high booties. This looked appropriate to enter an establishment such as a dockside tavern. She knew not what awaited her in a place like The Swordfish, but she hoped it would be nothing bad. She hoped to be able to sneak in and sneak out after delivering the macabre kitten's head in the leather sack that Jacia had given her. She would show Jacia. She had the guts to do it. She would do it. 

Shiloh grabbed her haversack and donned her cloak over her clothing then headed to the door. She opened the panel and stepped out into the hallway, closing it behind her. She could hear the raucous music coming from the hideout up the stairs. It sounded like things were in full swing. She smiled and headed out into the sewers, catching the look of surprise that Mick flashed her.

"Where did you come from? I haven't seen you in days?" He questioned. "I don't recall seeing you upstairs."

"Then you didn't look hard enough," Shiloh smirked at him.

"Ah, quite coincidental that I hadn't seen Vico in oh...three days...either until he just left earlier," Mick pressed the issue.

"Then it is merely coincidence," she brightened her smile and turned away from him, merrily skipping along and humming a happy tune.

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Kasha and Gina walked over to Mick. "So what did she say?" Kasha beamed. "Tell us!"

"She denied being with Vico. Claimed she'd been upstairs this whole time. Likely story. I guess that's why Caron came looking for her and didn't find her up there," Mick shook his head. "I don't get it. As beautiful as she is, why is she messing with someone like him? She's too good for him. I mean, we all know how he parades his women around like trophies and how he bragged about being the first one to get under her skirts. What does she see in him?"

"Methinks Mick has a crush on Shiloh," Gina giggled.

"And methinks you are wrong," he retorted with a scowl. "I wouldn't want her after she's fucked him."

Kasha laughed. "So you say. I guess that's why every time you see her you follow her every move and your pole stands at attention."

Mick's scowl darkened. He shook his head. "Resume your positions, stupid wenches."

Both Kasha and Gina snickered bawdily and high-fived each other before returning to their respective assigned spots. They knew Mick was lying and they both knew no matter what he said that he desperately wanted what Vico had.

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Up through the ruined house and down River Road was the route she took to the docks. As she passed through the alley formerly inhabited by Rick Cars and his gang, she stopped long enough to listen to a conversation between two members of the Dhorn Patrol. 

"Haven't seen ol' Rick in a while?" The bald one mentioned to his dark haired companion.

"I think someone finally done him in," the dark one chuckled. "I miss the money he used to throw our way. It was nice not having to solely rely on drawing pay from the barracks."

"Maybe someone will come along to replace him and give us a share as well," the bald one spoke up after a few moments of silence. 

"That's the dumbest thing I ever heard."

Shiloh continued on her way, mulling over in her head what she'd heard about them drawing pay from the barracks. She thought back to the conversation she had overheard in the sewers between the Dhorn and the other man. The Dhorn had told the other man to take the writ he had given him to the payroll office in the barracks. It had to be the same place. She smiled wickedly as she thought of fleecing the Dhorn of their pay. After all they had done to her family and city, it felt like poetic justice to rob them of their money and livelihood. She wandered how easy it would be to break into the barracks. She knew she would have to scope it out and formulate a plan.

By the time she reached the docks she had solid plan in her head, though she wasn't sure of the sanity of it. She knew she could possibly summon Bastian again and recruit his power to help her, but she knew that would anger Vico. The thought of that surely didn't interest her, nor was she interested in feeling the bite of Kinslayer's blade. Something told her to leave well enough alone.

Shiloh headed down to the end of the docks and opened the door of The Swordfish. She coughed as the heavy tobacco smoke lingering in the air filled her lungs. She perused the rowdy tavern, taking in the raucous music, the swearing, the talking and the bawdy laughter of the many gruff patrons. There was not a woman in sight, either. Perhaps this was not the kind of place a woman would frequent? Or at least the decent sort of woman? She took in a deep breath, coughing again and headed in the direction of the back of the tavern. That was where Jacia said she would find Captain Ters, in a side room at the rear of the establishment.

She reached the tables and began to navigate her way through the crowd. A patron staggered towards her, grabbed her by the hips and drew her flush to his body. She let out a startled squeak and attempted to extract herself from his grasp. Ignoring her struggles, he started singing a vulgar song in a off-key voice. He swung her around, fondling her bottom roughly. Another drunken man joined them, pulling her into his embrace. He joined in on singing the song and initiated a lewd dance with her. Shiloh smacked his hands away and pulled away from him.

"Ah, come on sugar, dance with me. I'll give ya'a silver to make it worf yer while," his speech slurred as he swirled her around.

Another patron joined them. "Hey ho, purty girl, dance with me." 

She giggled happily at the rough looking man with intense green eyes. "Sure, as soon as I'm done here!"

More men surrounded her. "She'll dance with me!"

"No, she'll dance with me next."

"That's what you think. When she gets a taste of what I can give her, she'll only dance with me." A swaggering dark eyed stranger with brown chin length hair boasted. His brash attitude reminded her of Vico. 

Shiloh pulled away from her current dance partner and moved into the arms of what could have been Vico's twin. She smiled, batting her lashes at him, as he initiated the bawdy dance. He swung her around, away from the other men. 

His possessiveness didn't save her, though. 

"No way, she'll dance with me!" A bearded man grabbed her, pulling her out of her partner's arms.

Shiloh kicked the shins of the bearded man, hearing the startled 'oomph' that came out of his mouth. He frowned at her and gripped her tighter.

A bald man with tattoos covering his head yanked her from the bearded man's arms and swung her in another direction. His hands cupped her bottom, squeezing them roughly. He laughed as she attempted to pull away, struggling to remove herself from his grasp. She cried out as he smacked and pinched her bottom.

"Stop!" Shiloh growled at him and tried to break free.

Several more patrons crowd around, tugging her one way or another, laughing loudly as their play turned violent, shoving her around and groping her heaving breasts. She could feel their hands all over her as they all fondle her body. Panic gripped her, paralyzing her momentarily. It took her a moment to regain her composure. She had envisioned being dragged to the dirty floor while all these filthy men took turns on her. She couldn't relive that. It had taken her long enough to put what happened the night of the Dhorn stormed the castle behind her. She had forgiven Vico. With a scream, she kicked as many of the men as she could, but it was not enough to repel them completely. Others viciously grabbed her arms and legs. Her heart pounded rapidly. She felt like a wounded animal in the midst of a pack of wolves. She knew they had to have sensed her fear and were now closing in for the kill.

"Look at 'er now, the bitch's a little shy all the sudden! Whass sa matter, whore? Can't take us all?" The bald one guffawed as the others taunted her. Their hands had begun ripping and tearing off her clothes, displaying her bountiful breasts to the crowd around her. Hoots and loud cheer followed as Shiloh desperately tried to cover herself and wriggle out of their clutches.

It was not to be as more of the men reached out for Shiloh and forced down her skirt, stockings and boots. Another big cheer roared through the tavern as one the men shouted, "Lay the bitch out on that table. She's wantin' my big bone!"

Still struggling to break free, she felt herself being hoisted off her feet and tossed onto a wooden plank table. She cried out as the roughness of it chafed her tender skin. 

Hands descended upon her, touching her all over. Groping her breasts, sliding between her legs. 

"STOP!" Shiloh cried out, kicking a few of them.

"Come to daddy, sweetling!" The brown haired Vico look-alike pulled down his pants, rubbing his member up and down over her lower lips.

"NO, PLEASE LET ME GO!" 

She felt him begin to push himself into her while others continued to grope and fondle her breasts. Their foul comments about her large breasts and fat bottom made her cheeks burn red with indignation. She screamed louder and kicked the men holding her legs open, slapping and clawing at their faces. 

"LET ME GO!"

The noise in the room suddenly stopped as several Dhorn soldiers walked into the common room. It became so quiet that she swore she could have heard a pin drop.

A heavily decorated officer with blonde hair stepped into the midst of the men. His eyes raked over the situation before him. "What's this uproar!? And what's she doing in here?!"

The crowd quickly began to disperse as they made room for the soldiers. The brown haired patron who'd poised himself to thrust into Shiloh quickly jerked away from 

her and refastened his trousers. "Uh, nothing, officer...," he muttered, avoiding eye contact. 

"Is that so? Nothing? It does not look like nothing to me," he raised his eyebrows questioningly. 

Shiloh scrambled off the table, sobbing as she gathered her clothes.

"I'm waiting for an explanation." The blonde officer tapped his foot.

"We... uh... this merely was some innocent fun...," the bald tattooed man shrugged before resuming his seat.

"You call that innocent? A naked woman, spread on a table, surrounded by a crowd of drunkards!?" The officer growled at him, his voice going hauntingly cold. He watched as the men lowered their eyes and slunk back into their chairs, like a bunch of whipped dogs with their tails between their legs. "Go back to your chairs! Now! And be glad that I don't arrest you all!"

Shiloh had hoped he had forgotten about her, but it was not to be. He eyed her coldly. "Now you. What were you doing in here?"

She gulped nervously. What was she to say? "It was just a misunderstanding, officer... It's not what you think. I'm not a whore. May I please leave?"

His gaze bored into hers. He nodded. "You are aware that prostitution is a capital crime? I could have you put to death for it."

"But I'm not a whore. I would just like to leave now. I feel very dirty," she lowered her eyes dutifully and studied her feet.

He inclined his head, studying her thoughtfully. She didn't seem nor look like the blatant type of whore he'd encountered since they'd invaded this wretched place. Yet he knew very well how looks could be deceiving. "Not so fast. Before I dismiss you, I need to know if something illegal was about to take place. What was your business here?"

Shiloh looked up at him very sweetly. She trembled and covered her charms with her hands. "I was looking for somebody," she replied, lowering her eyes once more.

"A customer, perhaps?" His voice dripped with accusing venom.

Her eyes snapped up defiantly. She glared at him and growled. "I am not a whore! I was sent in here to deliver a message to one of this foul establishment's patrons. I did not come in here because I wanted to be attacked by these ruffians. They attacked me and prevented me from doing what I was ordered to do by a member of my family."

The officer rubbed his chin, taking in her furor over his accusation. Either she was telling the truth or was a skilled actress. He couldn't be sure which one. "Women of your age should stay at home all the time. It is no wonder that you caused such an uproar. Consider yourself warned. If you are caught entering this establishment once more, I will personally see that you are put to justice."

He turned to his men momentarily before he spoke to her again. "You three will oversee this place from now on. I don't want this to happen again. Understood? And you... You'll leave this place at once, wench. And, dear Gods, put some clothes on!"

He dragged Shiloh out to the street after he watched while she hastily pulled her clothes back on. "Officer, sir....," She began as he wrenched her arm painfully. She yelped and panted before continuing. "Who are you?"

He arched an eyebrow at her, "My name is Arto Benthur. Now, you are dismissed. If you haven't taken heed to my warning yet, listen good, wench. My men will arrest you immediately should they catch you entering this tavern again. Good night!"

Shiloh whispered his name to herself before she ran off to hide in the shadows of Drago's Warehouse. She watched as he headed back up the street, stopping to speak to another patrol. She tapped her foot against the cobblestones, taking note of the increase in the number of men patrolling the streets. She chuckled to herself as she wandered if they'd found the patrolmen whose blood she had sacrificed to Bastian.

Sneaking back to The Swordfish, she entered behind a tall man who reeked of fish. This time she kept to the shadows, moving as quietly as she could. She let out a sigh of relief as she reached the room that Captain Ters occupied. Peaking in, she noted that he sat at the end of a rather large table with his crew sitting around him.

Shiloh stepped out of the shadows and approached him, gingerly touching his shoulder. He looked at her with a bored expression upon his weather-beaten face. "Yeah, wench?"

It was time to get down to business. With an extremely neutral look on her face, she handed him Jacia's leather beg. "Captain Ters, I presume? This is for you. The people for whom I work do not play around. Pay tribute or pay the consequences."

Ters glared at her before opening the bag. His face grew pale as he recognized the bag's content. "I... you...! How dare you!? Foul wench, be gone, and tell your guild to go to hell."

"Does that mean we have come to an accord and you will indeed pay tribute?"

His shoulders sagged somewhat beneath her haughty stare and he sighed in utter frustration. "Your guild makes me sick, but yes, I shall pay tribute. Tell them I understand and send this as a token."

He reached into a pocket and pulled out a sack of coins and gems. "Now be gone from here, foul wench."

Shiloh hissed at him and turned away, slinking back into the shadows. She crept back to the door and made her way into Drago's Warehouse. She smiled to herself as she tore her dress and scratched up her skin, formulating a plan in her head. She ran to the cellar door and pounded on it furiously. "Drago..." she squealed frantically, poking herself in the eyes to make the tears appear. She pounded on it until she heard a muffled voice coming from the other side asking for the password.

"To hell with the password!" Shiloh screeched. "It's Shiloh. Let me in. I've been ... attacked."

The door swung open. She collapsed into Drago's arms, sobbing wildly. He slammed the door quickly and carried her down into the cellar where he could get a good look at her. "What happ'ned, honey?" His voice slithered over her like silk.

"I was attacked.... in The Swordfish," she hiccupped and sniffled.

"What in th' name of the Hells where ya doin' in that place?" He asked, incredulously.

"I had to deliver a message and the drunks jumped me. They nearly raped me, but I managed to get away from them. I ran as fast as I could, but I can't be sure if someone followed me or not. I was so scared...," she snuggled into his larger body, soaking up the heat his body produced.

He stroked her hair and soothed her, whispering to her that everything would be just fine. Shiloh wiped away her tears and flashed a watery smile at him. "I am so glad you were here this night. I don't know what I'd do if they had caught me outside of that wretched place."

"Where will ya head when ya leave here?" Drago asked.

She trembled. "Uh...umm...the hideout. I have to take this to Jacia along with the message that captain gave me," she pulled the heavy pouch from inside her cloak. 

"Would ya like me to go wit' ya?"

"Oh, would you?" She beamed at him. "I mean, that would be nice. Do you happen to have any clothing here that I could change into? I really don't anticipate walking back into the guild house with my charms displayed."

"Perhaps, may I see the tribute bag?" 

Her brow furrowed as she handed it to him and watched as he looked through it. He pulled out a square cut gem then walked over to a crate. He tossed her a black form fitting silken catsuit. "Courtesy of the good captain. Don't worry, Jazz will never know the difference. You may change back there behind that teakwood screen that I recently received."




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 18



She nodded her thanks and retreated behind the screen. That had not gone exactly like she'd hoped, and perhaps that was the best. Part of her still longed to bed the exotically handsome smuggler, yet the other part told her there would be the hells to pay if Vico caught wind of it. Perhaps Drago saw through her ruse. And perhaps he knew of her relationship with the blackguard. There must be some speculation about it. After all, Mick seemed fairly certain that she had been with Vico for those three days. And what about Master Nathan? Did he know what was truly going on? Only time would tell.

With her relationship with Vico blossoming into something serious, she knew she would no longer be able to do as she pleased. "But that was yesterday...," Shiloh whispered to herself. She gave herself a mental shake and removed her cloak. Next came her boots which she set aside. She would need to slip them back on once she had dressed herself in the catsuit. She stowed her stockings away in her haversack and removed the ruined dress. She would destroy it, burn it in a fireplace. 

Quickly she slipped into the form fitting suit and pulled her booties on. She liked the way the suit hugged her curves. Returning to Drago, she smiled at him sweetly. "Thank you for all you've done," she planted a kiss on his cheek.

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "My pleasure, girlie," he offered an arm to her and led her to just outside the hideout. It had been a quiet walk. Neither of them spoke to her other. Shiloh seemed content to look at everything but Drago. Perhaps the smuggler wasn't for her after all. He was delicious to look at, but there seemed to be no spark.

Shiloh found that to be odd. When presented with her near naked body, most men were most eager to sink their cocks into her. It was almost a relief to her and at the same time a slight to her beauty. Perhaps the handsome smuggler had someone that made him happy? Hadn't he told her that he had children that were nearly her age? Surely there had to be a woman who had given birth to them? Did he love her? Did he feel for that woman the way she did for Vico? Shiloh let out an audible sigh and noted the curious look on Drago's face as she spared a glance his way. To his credit, he did not ask. "I'll leave ya here, girlie. There be a ship of goods comin' in soon."

"Thanks, Drago." She turned and headed to the plank bridge. She crossed it and passed by the guards. She could feel their eyes boring holes into her. She ignored them as she made her way to the gate. That was when Mick spoke up.

"Headin' back to Vico, eh? I hate t' break it t'ya, sweetie. He has company. Saw him take someone into his place with him." Mick made an obscene gesture with his hands and crotch.

Shiloh flashed a sweet smile at him. "I don't recall it being any concern of mine who Vico fucks. I just completed a job for Jacia and am headed back to her for payment. I could care less what that asshole Vico does because it's not likely to be me. Now mind your own business, guard boy." 

She took note of the dirty look he sent in her direction before she walked passed him and made her way up the stairs. She crossed the room, approaching Jacia. She handed her the small pouch Ters had given her. "I delivered your message to the good captain and he sent you this."

"It's about time the little princess stopped fucking Vico long enough to actually do some real work," Jacia sneered malevolently. "Don't you have lessons to complete?"

An innocent look crossed Shiloh's face. "I don't know what you are talking about, stupid bitch. I hate Vico."

A cold chuckle escaped Jacia's lips. "If you say so, princess."

"The captain said he understood your message and sent that as a show of compliance. He'll have more delivered to you."

"Well I was certain he would. Good job, princess." Jacia handed back to her the bag Shiloh had given her. "You may keep this as payment." 

"You are too kind," Shiloh sneered at her before she walked away from her. Turning to watch the action going on at the dice table, she collided into Mando. He caught her and steadied her upon her feet. 

"Be careful where you're going, Shiloh," he smiled at her warmly.

"Thank you and yes, I shall." She returned his smile. 

He eyed her thoughtfully for a few moments. "Are you well, sweetie? No one had seen you in a few days so we thought you'd come to harm."

Her smile faded and she looked away for a moment. What could she tell him? Certainly he'd never believe that she was here all along. Glancing back at him, she replied. "I needed some time alone to fully come to terms with certain things, but I am fine now."

Mando chuckled softly and raised an eyebrow. "You have many people talking about you. Were you aware of that?"

Shiloh grinned at him, "About what?"

"Many things. Your erratic behavior, your absences, your apparent lack of disregard for your own well-being." 

"My relationship with Vico?" Shiloh added with a smirk.

"That, too."

"I know people are talking. Let them talk. It doesn't bother me one bit because that is how it has always been my entire life. There is much I can not explain, but the fact of the matter is that I am happy right now."

"Good because we all want you to be happy," he smiled at her. "Say, I noticed that you completed a job for Jacia. Could I interest you in doing something for me?"

"Depends on what it is. Just don't ask me to pretend to be a whore."

Mando laughed. "No, it's nothing like that. You see, Shiloh, I am in charge of, let's say, some of the more delicate affairs of the guild."

"Tell me more," she replied.

He cracked another warm smile at her. "It's about gathering information. We've got this man who feels a little lonely. You see, it's almost impossible to find... company in the city ever since the Dhorn took over. Normally this doesn't concern us, but this man might be of special value. So I need one of our girls to go over and spend some time with him."

"Hrm," Shiloh flashed a thoughtful look at him.

"This is what you'll have to do. You'll meet this man in a private apartment in the northern part of the city. I'll give you the key. Wait for him there. He'll arrive at 9pm tomorrow evening. Don't miss him, that might make us look bad."

"Well I wouldn't want to be the cause of that. One question, though. Any idea of what he might expect me to do?"

Mando chuckled. "Nothing what you might be thinking. Vico might have my hide. I would say something more along the lines of just talking. Maybe have a glass of wine or two. It's really up to you. See how the evening goes. What I'd like to know is what kind of person this man is. Find out what his thoughts are on whatever you can come up with in conversation without making it look like you're spying on him."

"I think I can do that," Shiloh beamed a smile at him. "That'll give me the opportunity to buy a new dress and to test my disguising ability."

"Excellent, Shiloh. Here's the key. The address is 19 Acorn Street in Northern Betancuria. As I said, be there tomorrow evening at 9pm. Report to me afterwards. And don't be late." Mando teasingly scolded her.

"Don't worry, Mando. I will be there," she leaned in and planted a brief peck on his cheek. "Thank you."

He touched his cheek where she had kissed and flashed a surprised look at her. "You are most welcome, sweetie."

She sauntered away from him, thinking about this new mission. Gathering information, hmmm... she felt strongly that her noble background could help her with that. A princess had to know how to converse with someone properly, but Shiloh knew in this instance she couldn't be the princess. She sighed deeply and headed for the stairs to Vico's place. 

The panel slid open and she stepped inside, closing it behind her. It was quiet with a faint shadowy light coming from the fireplace.

"Vico?" she called out as she crossed the room and headed into the bedroom. The stub of a candle flickered a pale enough light for her to ascertain that he was not in the bed nor was anyone else. Damn that lying bastard Mick! She knew it was meant to make her doubt Vico.

She knew she should probably head back to the Bear Pit, especially since she'd learned that Caron had come looking for her. Chella was probably worried. She left Vico's home behind and walked through the gate Mick guarded. She smiled at him sweetly and planted a kiss upon his cheek, whispering to him, "If you were half the man Vico is you wouldn't be standing guard by a gate!" 

Then she walked away, crossing the sewers until she found the right grate that led her to the north part of the city. She exited nearby the Bear Pit and made her way to it. She sneaked through the common room and up the stairs past Nelina and into the kitchen. There was no sign of Caron. Of course, as late as it had to be, she wasn't expecting him to be there. 

Her comfortable little bed was a welcome sight. She smiled down at Nicca who was curled in another bed on the other side of the armoire. She wondered how the girl was faring. She knew she'd have to spend some time with her and take her to visit Rhys as well. But first and foremost, sleep was the only thing on her mind. She sought her bed and snuggled in for the remainder of the night. 

O.O

A hand on her shoulder and an excited giggle woke Shiloh from the pleasant dream she was having. As the last vestiges of it cleared her mind, she opened up an eye and peaked at the person responsible. It was Nicca. Her cheeks glowed with a rosy red tint and a bright smile lingered upon her pale pink lips.

"Shiloh!" The girl exclaimed and hopped on the bed to hug her. "I've missed you so much!"

Shiloh smiled at her and returned the hug. "I have missed you too, little sweetie. Has everyone been treating you well?"

"Yes, very well. I like it here, but I miss my mother and the twins. I miss Rhys as well. When can I see him? I haven't been allowed to leave here yet."

"Nicca, sweetie, I will take you to see Rhys. Today," Shiloh replied. "Now if you'll let me up, I'll get dressed and we can get going."

Nicca bounced off the bed and sat upon her own, allowing Shiloh to get up. She removed the rumpled catsuit and set it aside. She glanced over at the tub and noticed it was full of water. Nicca smiled at her. "I brought water for your bath. I thought you'd really like one." 

"I would love one," she quickly slipped into the tub and bathed herself thoroughly. It felt nice to be surrounded by such warmth and as much as she would have liked to have lingered, she knew she had things to do.

Nicca handed her a length of toweling as Shiloh climbed out. She dried herself and slipped back into the catsuit. She knew she was going to have to do some clothes shopping. Her clothes had a habit of being ruined.

After a day of shopping and a heart-warming visit with Rhys, Shiloh returned Nicca back to the Bear Pit. The heartfelt reunion had brought tears to her eyes. She hadn't expected it to affect her so, but it had. Shiloh knew that Rhys was all the family that Nicca had, besides the grandmother, and envied her for it. Shiloh dearly missed her mother and father. Despite the fact that her governess and her nanny had seen to her everyday upbringing, she knew her parents loved her and that she was their little princess. Losing that critical bond made her feel more alone than ever. 

It took all the she had to hold back her tears as she bade Nicca a good day. She needed to get out of there and quickly. She wasn't sure where she would go. There was no place that she could go that she could truly call her own where she could be alone. No place that wouldn't haunt her with memories. 

Shiloh nearly dashed out of the kitchen and in her rush smacked into Caron. He grabbed hold of her, steadying her. "Where's the fire, Shiloh? Is it eating at your bottom?" He grinned with a mischievous smile.

"I need to be alone," she murmured, looking at the door longingly.

"Are you okay? I have been worried about you, sweetie," Caron caressed her cheek gently. "No one knew where you were."

"Everyone knows where I was or they think they do. I am not so good and this time it won't be so easily cured," Shiloh lowered her eyes. "I must go, Caron."

"Has Vico been treating you well?" 

Her teary eyed gaze met his as she snapped her head up. "What do you think, Caron?"

"I think no. Dammit, Shiloh. That idiot doesn't deserve you. You are so much better than that," Caron glared at her. "All he is interested in is fucking you. Have you heard what he says about you behind your back? He makes fun of you. I overheard him describing in detail how he has fucked you and what you let him do to you. He bragged about it. He is using you and when he is through with you, he will throw you aside like garbage and never look back. Is that what you want?"

Shiloh slapped him soundly. "That's the face he shows everyone else, but I know differently. It's none of your business, Caron. Do as Vico told you and stay away from me! You are jealous!"

His eyes shot daggers at her as he watched her turn and storm down the steps. "Whore!" he growled at her before punching a wall with all the might he possessed. It was in that moment that Caron knew that he would not be anything more than he already was until he proved himself to Master Nathan. He knew he had a solid lead on who the Dhorn collaborators were and where to find them. He would find them and earn his place in The Family. He'd show them all. His time was close at hand.



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 19



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Ni'as, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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A Dance With The Enemy

Shiloh returned to the sewers and Vico's home. He still hadn't returned. She wondered what had kept him away so long. She knew he could take care of himself, but it made her worry. It wasn't like him to stay away so long...especially not from her. Vico could never seem to get enough of her. She thought back to the night before the messenger showed up. He had woken her from a deep sleep, coaxing impassioned cries of sheer pleasure from her lips as he took her to the highest peaks possible. A pink blush covered her skin as her thoughts were overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his ravishment of her. Their lovemaking had been incredible. She had lost count of the many sweet peaks he'd presented her with. It had been unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. She hadn't thought it possible, especially where Vico was concerned. She knew he enjoyed fucking her, yet it seemed to go much further than that on that particular night. He did everything he could to please her. It almost seemed like he let down his guard and let her see a part of him he kept closely guarded. 

She was thankful for those little pieces of him that she held so dear. Those little moments she kept close to her heart. It made her smile as she snuggled down into the thick soft blankets that covered his bed. She hoped he would return soon. She needed him to return. She wanted to feel his strong arms around her, keeping her warm. The empty space in the bed beside her felt cold. Lonely. 

Where was he? That he would come back to her was her fondest wish at that moment. It flooded her with joy and relaxed her enough for the warmth of the room and the blankets surrounding her to lull her into the dreamy caress of sleep. 

O.O

The sound of heavy booted footsteps roused her. The tang of sickly sweetness filled her nostrils. What was that smell? She pushed herself to her elbows and blinked until she could focus.

"Vico," she called out as she sat up and swung her feet to the fall. Cautiously she walked into the other room and gasped aloud at the sight before her. Two large gashes rent the front of the blackened plate mail. Purple bruises marred his handsome scruffy face and he appeared to be moving with a bit of a limp. She ran to him, pulling the sword from his grasp and directing him to the chair before the fire. He seemed somewhat dazed and weary. His eyes did not meet hers at all. She quickly stripped him from his armor, unbuckling the breastplate and setting it aside. The bracers and the greaves followed. When she had him out of all of it, she removed his clothing as well and began to examine his wounds. 

His chest was slashed in two narrow wounds. She hopped up and gathered the necessary supplies she would need in order to clean and bandage them. The wounds were not all that deep. It was if the weapon pierced his armor and gazed his flesh. She wondered who was responsible for such a thing, but deep in her heart she knew it had to be the Dhorn.

Shiloh quickly set to work. She bathed his chest and cleansed his wounds, forcing a draught of healing down his throat. He hissed at her and growled for something somewhat stronger. She knew what he meant, but had nothing to give him. She wasn't about to allow him to crawl into a bottle of spirits. No, she couldn't. She needed to know what had happened to him. 

She watched as the shallow wounds knitted and coalesced. She wiped the blood away and continued to bathe his chilled skin. She wrung the cloth out in the water, watching the water turn a pinkish-red, and brought it up to his face. It looked like his lower lip had been busted. He growled again as the cloth swiped over it and knocked it from her hand. Shiloh hissed at him in indignation, grabbing the cloth up. She was intent on finishing what she had started.

But Vico had other ideas. He shoved her away and staggered to his feet. Grabbing her up by a hank of her long blonde hair, he dragged her to the door. Shiloh let out a squeak of pain as she felt herself being slammed against it. "Get the fuck out of my sight, slut!" He growled, opening the door and pushing her through it. 

Shiloh squirmed and protested. She was naked! How could he put her out without clothing? She brought her knee up and rammed it into his groin, eliciting an 'oomph' of pain from him. She wriggled from his strong grasp and dashed back into the bedroom, grabbing up her clothing. She hastily donned the catsuit and cloak, grabbing up the few belongings she had here. Then she returned to the door, slapping him soundly. "I don't know what has gotten into your fool head, you ass, but you shouldn't take it out on me. I was only trying to help you."

"I don't need your help, little bitch. Now do as you are told and get the fuck out of my sight. And never come back!" He shoved her through the opening, locking and barring it behind him.

Shiloh let out a scream of exasperation, kicking the panel, and stormed away. She noticed the smirk on Mick's face as she passed by him, "Trouble in paradise, huh, coozie?"

"You would do well to mind your own business," she snarled at him, pulling her poison blade and slamming it between his ribs. Mick let out a grunt of pain and doubled over, gurgling as bile and blood filled his throat. She stood over him, watching as he sunk to the cold stone floor and writhed as the poison entered his system. She yanked her blade back out, watching with cold detachment as his blood trickled down the length of it.

She glanced over at Kasha and Gina who had the bows drawn and arrows nocked, pointing straight at her. She flashed them a cruel caricature of a smile and sauntered towards them. "Now ladies, he insulted my honor. Who else do I have but myself to defend it? Surely you can see it my way or perhaps you'd prefer to join him?"

The malevolence in her voice was unmistakable. Kasha and Gina eyed her warily as they lowered their bows and let her pass. Once Shiloh was out of sight, they ran to their fallen comrade, examining his wound. His breathing was shallow. His skin had taken on a sickly sallow pallor. "I'll staunch the bleeding while you run upstairs to get Alfons," Gina told Kasha who quickly dashed into the hallway leading up to the thieves' guild. Stopping momentarily, she pounded on the panel, hoping Vico would open up. And when he did, he glared at her menacingly. She gulped down a breath of air as his dark eyes pierced hers. 

"Don't you know any better, stupid slut, not to disturb me?!" His outburst took on a darker milieu than his scowl.

"Your little whore just stabbed Mick and I'll be damned if whatever lover's spat you are having is going to be the cause of his death," Kasha ground out between her clenched teeth. "I don't care who the hell she is, but Alfons and Master Nathan will hear about this. So I suggest you had better get your shit together and find her before she hurts someone else who didn't deserve it."

Vico snarled at her, "Fuck off, Kasha. I'll take care of it. Not a word to Nathan." His brooding glare nearly matched the malevolent one Shiloh had flashed her. Her eyes widened and she dashed up the stairs, leaving him alone.

O.O

Shiloh noticed the time on the mantle clock as she entered the kitchen. With a gasp, she remembered the job the Mando had given her to do. She had forgotten all about it! By the hells, if she didn't hurry, she would be late. She raced into her bedroom and quickly changed out of the black catsuit and took the time to wash her body and apply perfume she had purchased at the Palace of Beauty. Then she slipped into the elegant looking blue dress she had purchased for the occasion. It was similar to the one Vico had ruined the night he had raped her. The one he still kept in his armoire she assumed as a souvenir. Next, she applied some cosmetics to her face quite artfully, giving herself a more mature and elegant appearance. And after checking herself in one of Chella's mirrors and liking what she saw, she stepped into her shoes and dashed back out into the kitchen and out of the Bear Pit. 

She made her way up the street to the address Mando had given her and used the key to let herself in. Her date had not arrived yet. She noticed the clock on the wall had chimed the quarter hour. She smiled to herself, thankful she had made it on time. With all the problems she had had lately, she did not need to add to it by making Mando look bad in the face of his client. 

She wondered who this... lonely... man was and what information she could possibly gather from him. Glancing around the lavishly furnished apartment, she wondered over to one of the bookshelves and begun to peruse some of the titles. She smiled to herself as she pulled one off the shelf and ran her fingers over the cover. Blackguard -Dreams of Destiny. She didn't know why it beckoned to her. Probably because of Vico. He was her blackguard, her dark knight. And despite the fact that he had thrown her out, she knew he would come back. He always did. He couldn't stay away from her for long. They both knew it.

She put the book back in its place and skimmed over a few more, murmuring aloud their titles. "Heart of Winter, sounds so cold. A Dance with the Devil, how dangerously wicked. The Cave of Songs. Twilight Calling. Perchance to Dream."

She stepped away from the bookshelf and entered the small kitchen off the main room. She noticed a wine rack and pulled from it a bottle of red wine. She read the label and smiled. It was a good vintage. Grabbing it and two glasses, she carried them with her back to the main room and set them on a small table next to a cozy looking divan. She poured herself a glass and made herself comfortable while she waited for him. The minutes ticked by as she finished one glass and poured another. Her ears perked up as she heard footsteps in the entry way. Her date had arrived. 

A cloaked man approached her with a confident gait, although a dark cowl hid much of his face. Shiloh eyed him speculatively. She wandered who he was to have to hide his appearance from prying eyes.

"I knew you were in this business, the moment I first saw you," a honeyed voice spoke from beneath the hood. He threw it back and removed the cloak that shrouded the red and black mail beneath it. His eyes danced with cold appreciation as he eyed her head to toe.

Shiloh let out a gasp and slowly backed away. She glanced around, looking for a way to quickly escape the room. How could Mando knowingly set her up with a Dhorn? How could he endanger her very being like this?

The man before her noticed her wariness and offered a surprisingly warm smile. He held his hands up in plain view. "Have no fear, I mean you no harm."

Shiloh raked her eyes over him, studying him quickly. She recognized him. He was the Dhorn officer who had saved her from the drunks at the Swordfish. She wondered if he had realized that as well. Did he know he had been her savior as well as her greatest torment? Far greater than even Vico. Whereas Vico had only been responsible for robbing her of her innocence, the Dhorn had done worse. They cruelly murdered her parents and everyone she had held dear. They could even be held accountable for torturing Rhys.

He must have noticed her tension. "Truth be told, I had expected someone older. You look so young," his piercing blue eyes held a look of disapproval. 

Shiloh poured another glass of wine, handing it to him. "What did you expect, my good officer?"

He accepted the glass and took a small drink of it. "I can't really say what I had expected. Certainly not someone as young as you. You should go home."

"I am older than you think I am," she smiled at him brightly. "And might I remind you, M'lord, you asked for this date. That is why I am here."

The blond haired officer chuckled. She had spunk, that was for sure. It was not a quality that the Dhorn had ever cultivated in their women. The Dhorn preferred them to be docile and compliant. A Dhorn woman bowed to her father and her husband in all things. "Seeing you in this situation is quite sickening. It is what I hate most about this uncivilized country. If you had grown up in Dhorn, you would have been sheltered by your family until it was time to take your place in your husband's household."

Shiloh knew her cheeks had to be turning redder by the second, for she could feel the heat coming off of them. But she knew this was not the time or place to start a war of words and ideals with this man who was obviously used to being in control. Her job was to find out as much as she could about him. She changed her tactics and flashed a petulant pout at him. Her lashes fluttered and she took a sip of her wine. "And I had hoped you would be happy to see me, my handsome Lord."

His eyes raked over her head to toe once more in the same appreciative way as he had before. "I didn't mean to imply that I was not happy to see you, sweet girl. I have a daughter that is not but a few years younger than you are. Truth be told, you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid my eyes upon and if it weren't for the fact that I am a married man, I would take you home with me this very night. Then you would never need to be in this desperate of a situation again."

Shiloh lowered her eyes dutifully. "Would you tell me your name, M'lord?"

"It is Arto. Arto Benthur and who are you?" He asked, eyeing her every move.

"Belara," she told him. "Forgive me for asking something so bluntly, my lord, but in reference to your comment of taking me home with you. Do Dhorn men not ever take mistresses?"

His eyes flashed instant anger and he looked as if he might strike her. "No, we are faithful to our wives and expect the same faithfulness out of them. You must be incredibly uncouth to dare ask such a question."

"Begging your pardon, my lord, I should not have asked," Shiloh looked away from him and took a deep sip of her wine. 

"Truly, I had not expected that your father would send his own daughter. Why a man would do such a thing intrigues me?"

Shiloh smiled at him warmly, her eyes going all soft and liquid. "My father... he raves about my beauty. He tries to do his best by us and he thought I would be best suited to meet you."

"Did he not tell you anything of me, dear Belara?" Arto asked, gauging her reaction carefully. 

"No, he told nothing of whom I would be meeting. You came as much of a surprise to me as I suppose I did to you, my lord."

He shook his head at her. "I am no lord, young lady. I am a man of the field, a soldier." His eyes met hers as he raised his glass to his lips once more. "You are aware that bawdy behavior and prostitution are capital crimes. I know have seen you somewhere before. I just can not put a finger on where.... hmm... perhaps it was at the Swordfish. Your family must be really desperate."

"We are poor," Shiloh blushed and studied her feet. "I made this dress myself."

"That is why I am willing to overlook this. I met your father at the docks. I think he is a good man. We were searching for a runaway thief and he directed me to a few hideouts. Your father and I started talking. He told me about you and your seven brothers and sisters. It was refreshing to see a man trying to do a hard day's work and trying to support his family. It didn't seem to me that he was looking for a hand-out. After a while, I told him how I had been stationed in this gods forsaken place for nearly a year and how long it had been since I've seen my wife. I mentioned how lonely it has been and how it would be nice to meet someone local. Something more along the lines of a voice to talk to, nothing sordid, but I can clearly see how he misunderstood."

"And did you catch the thief you were looking for?" Shiloh asked, wondering who it could be that they were looking for.

"No, we did not, but we'll find the rat sooner or later. It's all a matter of having the right kind of bait." An evil grin crossed his face.

Shiloh took another sip of her wine, thinking quickly. She had to keep the conversation going. She didn't want him to leave so soon. "You mentioned you have been here for almost a year. Were you one of the soldiers that saw battle in the castle?"

"I am the commander of the special units. We were the first to storm the castle. The fighting was fierce and that bastard king refused to give up. He actually ordered his own people to be killed instead of allowing them to surrender. How can anyone be so heartless?"

Shiloh swallowed back a sob. It couldn't be true! Her father wouldn't do that. Arto moved closer to her, tucking his hand beneath her chin and lifting it ever so slightly.

"My mother died in the castle," she whispered. "Are King and Queen Aurelius dead? Did you see them?"

Shiloh knew she had to look miserable, but she couldn't help it. Arto's eyes narrowed as he watched the expression on her face. "I saw only their corpses, but I can assure you that they are quite dead. One can not live without a head."

A tiny sob slipped from her lips. She turned away from Arto and buried her face in her hands. She felt a hand on her shoulder and shuddered as cold chills raced down her spine. "That night was horrible," Shiloh whispered as she looked back at Arto. "I lost so much."

"Your mother?" Arto replied, watching her every move intently. "Your father spoke of his wife, but he failed to mention that she was dead."

"Some of my siblings had different mothers," Shiloh remarked as she wiped her tears away. "My mother is not the woman in which my father spoke to you of. She was beautiful and kind. Why did they all have to die? She merely worked in the castle. Why?"

Arto set aside his drink and placed both of his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs softly caressing her bare skin. "Terrible tragedies happen in war, dear girl. We are the saviors of this city. We rescued this city from the clutches of that bastard who would have rather seen his people dead. Things will get better. You will see. It may not be today or even tomorrow, but we will bring peace to this city. I promise you that and you will never again be hurt by such a savage brand of rule from a king who cared more about his own glory than his own people."

Shiloh rested her head against the cold metal of his mail. She needed a moment to still her anger and quell her tears. She mustn't let that get away from her. This man must never learn her true identity. It couldn't be true! Her father cared for his people. Betancuria had been a nicer place before the Dhorn came, before her world had been shattered.

She pulled away from him and wiped her tears away. "I am sorry, M'lord. I am still grieving my loss," she refilled her glass once more and drank it down in one gulp. 

"And I am sorry for your loss." His voice sounded so sincere that it brought a smile to Shiloh's face. If not for the Dhorn armor and ideals, she knew she could have fallen for this charming man on the spot. She cracked a shy smile at him and lowered her eyes once more, hoping to appear submissive.

She didn't know how well her ruse worked, but she knew he couldn't take his eyes off her. "Would that you were not a married man... There is much that I would love to know about you and... Your country," Her eyes flicked up to meet his and she could feel a soft blush rushing into her cheeks. "I have seen so many Dhorn soldiers, but I know naught of where you come from. And I do not believe I have ever seen a Dhorn woman."




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 19



"You want to know more about Dhorn?" He cocked an eyebrow at her, taking note of how comely she appeared. He drank in the sight of her with more than just a fleeting interest. His eyes danced over her form with a newly heated pleasure. Shiloh could swear she could feel it coming off of him in waves. She could almost smell it, taste it. It saturated her senses, nearly becoming a living breathing thing of its own. 

Heady.

Potent.

And utterly palpable.

Shiloh nodded her head and leaned in close to him, her lips parting seductively. She took hold of his hand, anticipating the impending kiss. Erotic images raced through her mind, eliciting a soft moan. "Yes," she sighed, gazing up into his electric blue eyes longingly.

Arto cleared his throat as heat seeped into his cheeks. He took a step back from her, away from her magnetic pull on his senses. As he retreated, she advanced, placing a hand upon his armored chest. She slid it upward, curling her fingers as she delved them into his golden hair. She guided his head down and fused their lips. Electricity zinged between them. 

She pulled back, her eyes meeting his. Shiloh's gaze bored up into his as she ran her hand over his face. She leaned in, and kissed him softly on one cheek, then the other. She caressed his open face with both hands, and then kissed him deeply on the lips. He gasped as he felt all common sense crumble. She rubbed her cheek softly against his and pulled his hands down, and placed them around her waist, kissing him again. His eyes closed, and she wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him into a tight embrace. Arto jerked and moaned violently into her mouth, clutching her hips hard. 

Shiloh gasped aloud, "Oh!"

He ran his face through her silky hair, trailing his lips down her neck and biting softly, tasting her skin. His hands ran up and down her hips and back, sliding between the layers of her dress. Her soft hands slid soothingly across his armored shoulders and he moaned softly, momentarily biting harder as his hips twitched involuntarily. He released her neck and trailed his lips to her ear and his hands to her thighs.

She gasped and pulled back from him, staring into his face, "Come to me." 

His intense, hungry sapphire stare was answer enough, and he kissed her, first deep, then slowly softer, then teasing, as he slid his hands up the sides of her legs under her gown.

The room Shiloh led him into was large, with bold tapestries depicting sensual acts and soft burgundy rugs that cushioned their feet. The enormous four poster bed, draped in fine wine-red fabric, dominated the room, and was braced by low couches set with a luscious silken fabric in the same brazen red hue. A muted beam of light from the veiled window crossed Shiloh's face, reflecting on her pale hair and making her lashes glow with reflected light. She knew she was playing with fire, but at this point could not stop it. 

He looked so very handsome. She could not help herself, even though she knew there would be the hells to pay for it. His very presence had affected her in a way that she had not expected and she knew deep in her heart that their fates were so closely intertwined. She knew she was courting disaster, mayhap even her death, but she knew she had come too far to turn back now.

And besides, he was not resisting. She knew he was lonely and though he was a Dhorn that lived by strict rules, he was also a man. A man with needs and wants. A man who had not seen his wife in nearly a year he had said. Shiloh took advantage of that, and further initiated the deadliest dance she'd ever been a part of.

She quickly stripped him of his armor and the fine clothes he wore beneath the mail. Unveiling his body was a delight to her. Sparse curly blond hair glistened upon his scarred but finely muscled chest. The strong ropy arms and legs were a testament to the hard work he put in as a soldier. His body was utterly beautiful, lithe and fluid without being overdone and muscle-bound. 

A moan escaped her throat as her eyes zeroed in on the fine length of manhood jutting proudly from his golden groin. "Touch me," he murmured commandingly, and began to work his mouth down her neck and collarbone. Gentle hands caressed his chest and arms, and he jerked her hips, gripping the flesh of her ass and sliding his fingers up and down the back of one thigh. The other hand slid down her front, baring one full, pink nippled breast to his searching tongue. 

Her fingers caught on his shoulder as she cried out, and he jerked again, sucking hard for one moment before releasing her nipple with a gasp. Nails ran down the back of his neck and his body began to writhe slowly at the caress of Shiloh's seeking hand.  

Arto pulled her dress to her waist, grasping one lush breast in his hand and the other with the suction of his mouth. He pushed her backward while grabbing her thighs and pressing her hips against his own, sliding his hands up the backs of her legs as he leaned in for a deep kiss. 

Her nails trailed up his abdomen while her hips started in a slow roll against him. It made him cry out into her mouth and begin to thrust mindlessly against her. She slid one soft hand up his back, digging in her fingers at a particularly well-aimed thrust. Arto snarled into her mouth and bucked against her, shoving himself back from her embrace and looking at her with wild eyes. His gaze dropped to the offending cloth between them and he grabbed the front of her dress in two hands and ripped, the remainder sliding easily down as he tossed the ruined garment to the floor. Her pale, soft breasts jiggled as her smooth, white abdomen and pink, downy sex was exposed to his gaze.

Arto paused, drinking in the erotic sight of her spread out before him. Taking what she offered was a sin and he knew it. A sin against his vows, his position and his country. He groaned as her fingers grazed his engorged length, scrambling his thoughts of what was wrong and what was right. His head told him to cease this course of action, and to punish her for her wickedness. Yet a desperate voice deep within him begged him to take what she was offering and revel in it. The voice begged for release, begged to know the beauty of her touch and passion in which she offered him. No one need know, it urged him. No one knows you are here. Take her and be fulfilled.

A groan slipped from his lips as he gave in to his needs. Surely the fires of the hells awaited him. Surely there was some price to be paid. He would pay the piper when the time came. And so would she.

Bolts of raw need shot through him as he threw her onto the bed, kneeling between her shapely legs. Her pink lower lips were full, and pressed together under a fine dusting of pale blonde hair. He gasped, sliding a thumb between them, bottom to top. When he hit the top, she bucked and cried out. He hit the spot again and she moaned and jerked her hips toward him. He bent his head and ran his tongue along her lips, exploring between them and darting his tongue into the moistening space at the bottom. Seeking fingers wove into his hair and gripped him as he licked, tightening convulsively as he reached the tiny nub at the top again.

"By the Gods please!" 

He caught the nub in his teeth and sucked, still rolling his tongue along it. Shiloh arched, and began to buck helplessly, releasing an unending stream of desperate whimpers that went straight to Arto's cock. He snaked his hands up to her breasts and loosely palmed them, teasing her nipples with a feather-light touch. She cried out, and jerked into his mouth hard enough to bruise. "Oh Gods... please... don't... stop... please..."

Arto gasped roughly, the sound of Shiloh begging driving him out of his mind. He dove to continue, deriving delicious sounds from her perfect, pink mouth, and Arto crushed down a violent urge to immediately test what it would feel like around his cock. The desire brought a sudden, vivid image of this beautiful, young woman gazing up at him from her knees, with her glossy pink lips stretched around his shaft, and he almost came on the spot. 

With a strangled moan, he slid his tongue along her nether lips to her clit and sucked hard. Her legs spread for him as she arched, hips bucking into him and mouth open in a throaty scream. This time, he did not relent, and rubbed his tongue in rough circles onto the bud in his mouth. Shiloh began to beg again, but this time with the tone of sobbing desperation. Smooth hands roughly grabbed fistfuls of his hair and jerked him upward, before gripping his arms. Hastily, he wiped his arm across his mouth and leaned his full length against her, as she caught him in a deep, lustful kiss.

He pressed onto her, running his hands through her masses of fine, silky hair, and felt her slender hand slipping between them and fisted his shaft, causing him to groan and buck into her uncontrollably, his hand delving violently in her hair, before he could recover a moment's control. He pulled back and looked down upon her. Her cheeks were flushed, her full lips open and gasping, with blonde strands of her hair stuck randomly to her face across her lust clouded eyes. 

Her response was to guide him with her gripping hand to her warm, slippery entrance and slide her moist sex in circles onto the head of his cock. Arto cried out and thrust violently inside of her, then again, eyes wide, then again, unable to stop. He held her hair with the arm on which he had his weight, and grabbed her hip roughly with the other, using it to slam all the more violently home. He was not even aware that he cried out with every thrust, or that she was making noises as wild and guttural as his. He released her hair as her legs made their way to either side of his face, resting on his shoulders. He knelt upright, using both hands to slam her hips up onto his cock. Shiloh's weight was now on her shoulders, and her slim hands moved to grip her full, bouncing breasts, white fingers pulling and twisting at her nipples as her cries went higher and higher pitched. Her long, shapely legs spread wider and her knees fell backwards onto the bed as her wet walls began to pulse and milk him. 

Desperately trying to press deeper, harder, against him, she threw her arms around his back and dug her nails deeply, pulling him in. Arto's eyes rolled up into his head as he slammed her wildly into the bed, muffling his primal scream in her flesh as he came, biting her neck. 

It was only then as he finished emptying his seed into her that he jerked back in disgust and viewed the scene before him with unclouded senses. He stood at the bedside, feeling appalled, watching her as she continued to writhe. He watched as blood tricked down her white skin, staining the sheets beneath her. It was at that moment that he realized that he had bitten her neck far too hard. He yanked her off the bed and to her feet, a noise of revulsion slipping from his lips as he inspected the wound. 

"Vile temptress!" He screamed as he slapped her face repeatedly, his punishing blows jerking her head to and fro. Shiloh cried out as pain exploded within her. Slumping down between him and the bed, she curled into a ball. "Your sins shall be cleansed in the fires of hell, wretched succubus. You have sealed your fate. You shall be punished. You deserve to be punished. You and your wickedness."

He jerked her up and dragged her to the fireplace, grabbing from within it a burning ember with a pair of tongs. He placed it against her skin, grinning wickedly as she screamed in pain and begged him to take it away. Sliding it lower, he pressed it against the edges of her pubic curls. She bellowed even louder as blackness assailed her.

It overwhelmed her, coaxing her into its velvet embrace. She went willingly until she could feel nothing more.

O.O

Light flooded Shiloh's senses. She blinked against it and let out a startled shriek, scanning the small room with a wild eyed stare. She didn't recognize where she was, but the cot was clean and smelled of soap. The pain coming from her belly was close to being unbearable. She rolled to her side, biting her lip in order to choke back another cry.

"Help me!" She croaked out, her throat felt scratchy and raw. "Someone. Please. Anyone."

"Shhh.... save your strength, Shiloh. You are safe. We managed to get you out of there in time before any more harm could be done to you." Shiloh blinked twice and focused on Mando, who had knelt beside her. A desperate look of concern lingered on his face. His voice was soft and soothing. "What happened, sweetie?"

She shuddered as the memory of that night flooded her senses. "Things got out of hand and he said that my sins needed to be cleansed in the fires of hell. He burnt me with a hot coal." Wracking shivers coursed through her, bringing a sob to her lips.

"Your only job was to find out some information, not to bed him," Mando scolded her.

"I am sorry, but he spoke of taking me home with him. That is if he were not already a married man. I learned that he has a daughter that is a few years younger than I am and that Dhorn women either bow to their fathers or their husbands if they are wed. It sounds very old-fashioned to me. A Dhorn woman has not a say in anything. I am glad I am not a Dhorn woman." 

"Hmm, that information could very well prove useful to us," Mando pondered it thoughtfully.

"Can you tell me how you managed to rescue me? That last thing I remember is pain."

"We had five different people watching that apartment, and yes, there was someone inside with you. Once the situation went sour, he shot a poison dart at Benthur. It knocked him out. The others descended upon the place and tied him up. It was then they carefully carried you out of there and brought you to me."

"Where am I?"

"Ah, this is a spare room here at the guild. If the door were open, you would be able to see Jazz and Dalino," his warm smile engulfed her. 

She nodded. "Any chance I can get some healing? I think I have a draught in my haversack."

"We didn't find it so it must be at The Bear Pit," he shook his head, "Now that you are awake, I will give you this to drink."

She forced herself to sit, clenching her teeth against the shot of pain that coursed though her body. Accepting the vial from him, she pulled the stopper from it and drank it down with a grimace. "You'd think it'd taste better."

Mando chuckled. "Perhaps you should rest some, sweetie. The burns will heal. I can already tell that much of the redness and swelling has subsided. Sleep and we shall talk more in the morning. Never fear, no one will disturb you. I shall make sure of that."

She cracked a smile at him. "I do feel somewhat better already and I thank you for watching over me. Tell me something, Mando. Is Vico aware of what happened to me?"

"Not to my knowledge, why?"

"Don't tell him, please." 

"Very well, Shiloh. I will not say a word, unless he already knows. If that is the case, I can't keep the truth from him."

"I understand that nor would I want you to," she nodded.

"You need to focus on getting well. After that, Alfons needs to talk to you. I believe you have some explaining to do."

Shiloh sighed. "I am sure I do."

"Pleasant dreams."

Shiloh closed her eyes and rested for a while before she silently crept from the cot. She searched the crates and boxes stacked up in the room, pulling from one a heavy mottled greenish-grey cloak and barely there black dress which dipped low over her cleavage and rode up high on her thighs. Searching around, she found her shoes and slipped them on. Then she tiptoed to the door, and peaked out into the main room. Very few people were present in at the guild which led her to believe that the hour must be fairly late. A solitary candle flickered upon a sconce on the wall.

She crept from the storeroom and headed to the door, as silently as she could manage. She had to get out of there. She needed time to think. She knew what Alfons wanted to talk to her about, but she wasn't ready for that. She had no explanation of why she stabbed Mick. She didn't even know if he had lived or if he had succumbed to the poison that laced her wicked blade.

She was not sure where she could run to. She could not go to Vico's. She could not face him either at this moment. Despite the fact that he had thrown her out, she knew he would be greatly angered if he knew she had bedded another man, an enemy.

Kasha and Gina were at their posts, but someone she did not recognize had taken Mick's normal spot. Sneaking past them, she raced through the sewers and exited near the Bear Pit. She knew she couldn't go there either. Not right now. 

The hour had to be very late for only a few patrols of Dhorn soldiers could be found in the streets. She made her destination the temple. She needed to see Rhys and as she entered his chamber, she took note that he was awake and sitting up in bed. She immediately sat on the edge of his bed and flashed a smile at him.

"I didn't figure to see you so soon, my sweet. What pray tell is troubling you?" He eyed her thoughtfully. He knew something was amiss. Her eyes were glazed over, her skin flushed.

"I have sinned," she whispered. "I have killed and I have seduced my enemy."

"Who have you killed?" Rhys asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"At least I think I have killed. It was someone not too much older than I. A member of the thieves' guild named Mick. I stabbed him for a stupid reason. He taunted me over the fact that Vico had thrown me out after a fight. It made me mad because I was trying to keep my relationship with that asshole quiet. Too many know about it." Shiloh sniffled and wiped away an errant tear that ran down her face. 

"And who have you seduced, Shiloh?" 

"His name is Arto Benthur.... "

Rhys let out a gasp. "Are you crazy?" His voice raised an octave or two and he stared at her through wide eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"You seduced Commander Benthur, the scourge of Betancuria. He is responsible for your father's death. He ordered your father's execution. He oversaw the beheading."

Shiloh's jaw hit the floor and she stammered, grasping for the words to explain what had happened. "I... I did not know. I was.... A member of the guild gave me an assignment. I was to meet a 'lonely' man and to find out information about him. Little did I know that the lonely man was none other than the same one who had rescued me from a bunch of drunks inside The Swordfish?"

"What were you doing in the Swordfish?!?! By the gods, Shiloh, have you no bloody sense?"

Shiloh glared at him contemptuously. "It wasn't for pleasure, you braying ass. I sent in there by a member of the guild to deliver a message to one of the patrons. I was attacked and Benthur saved me. Then Mando gave me this job to meet that 'lonely' man and it turned out to the same person. I had a little too much to drink and I played my charms. I seduced him. He broke his marital vows because of me. He said that Dhorn men do not take mistresses. He punished me for it. He burnt me. I'm still in pain from it."

"How did you get free of him? He would not have willingly let you go. And you know he will hunt you like none other. How could you be so stupid? Do you want to be the cause of destroying everything we have worked so hard for just to satisfy your need to have a cock in your cunt? Dammit Shiloh!" He lurched off the bed and grabbed her, shaking her furiously.

"Stop... please... Rhys!" Her head snapped to and fro. Pain shot through her. "Stop!"

"Then explain yourself!" Rhys let her go and sat back down upon his bed. His head ached from his outburst and beads of sweat broke out on his brow.

She took a few steps back and sank down onto the floor on her knees. "I can't tell you what came over me, Rhys, and I am not entirely sure how I was rescued. I blacked out and Mando told me the ones that had been watching over me used a dart to knock Benthur out. That is how I escaped. They took me back to the guild where they gave me some healing. I am not wholly well. I came here because I didn't know where else to turn. I know they will be angered over my actions and I am scared to face them."




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 19



He nodded. "I will ask Father Derthur to see to your wounds and I apologize for my actions. I should not have harmed you worse."

"Are you angry with me, Rhys?" Tears spilled down her cheeks.

"YES!"

His bark startled her and she settled at his feet. "Rhys, please. I have nothing left if I do not have you. I have done wrong. They shall forsake me. I know it in my heart. Allow me to stay."

"That is not for me to decide and you know that. The good father will see to your wounds, but you must face the music. There is nowhere for you to run where you will not be found. I can not protect you."

"But you swore to take me away, Rhys. You promised me!" She surged to her feet, staring down at him with wild eyes.

"I can do nothing. If I am found by the Dhorn, my life is forfeit instantly. Because of Ashur, they know everything about me and the organization I work for. That is why you must be careful. You must not fall into their hands. Arto Benthur is a very dangerous man."

"And there are members of the guild who are very dangerous as well. Vico, for one. I have fought Vico and I do not relish doing it again." Shiloh sank to her knees before him, favoring the pains shooting from her belly. 

"When, Shiloh? Tell me what happened?" Rhys watched her through curious eyes.

"I can not, Rhys. I should go. I have already said too much. I feel my time grows short. Something isn't right. I must go now." Shiloh turned to run back through the hidden door that led into Rhys's room. She came face to face with Father Derthur. 

He grabbed hold of her and gathered a divine light in his palm. He pressed it against her lower abdomen, eliciting a small cry from her. She felt warmth flooding her. Pain being chased down and vanquished by the goodness of his heart. He steadied her on her feet and let her go. "Nathan is waiting for you in my office, child. There is nowhere for you to run. He knows everything."

A sob slipped from her lips. "Is he alone?"

Father Derthur shook his head. "No, he is not. The blackguard is with him."

No, it could not be. The one that held her heart could not be here to take her out. No matter what had happened with them, he would not do that. Not after what they had shared. Not after what he had told her. He loved her. He had said the words during their last time together. All his feelings lay bare before her as he coaxed screams of rapture from her lips. He had told her that only she had ever made him feel the way he did and that she was the only one whom had ever filled his heart with warmth. She had taken away all the rage and anger and darkness, replacing it with light and love and a sense of peace when he was with her. Another sob as she sank to her knees, "Vico."

Father Derthur lifted her to her feet. "You must go to them, child. It may be your only chance."

Shiloh sucked in a deep breath. She knew he was right. She nodded and pulled herself to her feet. "You are right, good father. I must go."

He nodded and watched as she left the room through the hidden panel. He followed her into his own office. "I shall leave you alone to talk," he said to Nathan as he ventured further in the room and to the door. 

Shiloh watched as Father Derthur left the room. Then she turned her gaze to Master Nathan and to Vico as well. She studied him for several tense seconds. His face was utterly neutral, but something malignant festered within his dark eyes. She had betrayed him and his trust and they both knew it.

She quickly looked away, studying her feet. An ache coursed from her heart, spreading out to claim every bit of her. She had betrayed something beautiful and fragile. She deserved his wrath. Tears began to flow as she turned her face to Nathan's. She had no explanation for her actions, at least none that would absolve her of her sins. "I do not ask for forgiveness because I am not worthy of it. I only ask that my punishment come swiftly and without suffering."

No emotion showed within Nathan's intense green eyes. "I have not come to deliver punishment, Shiloh. If I desired that, you would not have made it this far alive. You will tell me what has gotten into that fool head of yours and then I shall decide what becomes of you."

"Is that why you've have brought your killer?" She hissed in return. "Vico and I have been at this impasse and he knows as well as I do that we are evenly matched."

"Do not tempt fate, Shiloh. I have given you an order and I expect you to answer me." Nathan's green eyes blazed even brighter though his voice stayed as neutral as before. She knew he was angry. He was like a pot boiling under considerable pressure and she knew he could blow up at any given moment.

"Which actions shall I explain? Perhaps if you were a bit clearer." 

A blur of color exploded before her eyes as she felt something connecting with her face. Her head snapped back and she staggered, collapsing against the desk. She wiped her mouth and noticed her own blood upon hand. Vico had slapped her.

"Call off your dog, and I shall speak." She collected herself and took a seat upon the top of the desk. "I don't know what came over me when I stabbed Mick. He has been taunting me as of late. I suspected it was because he had a crush on me, but my affections lie elsewhere. I felt the urge to silence him after one particularly nasty barb he threw my way. He wanted me to believe that Vico had taken someone else to his bed besides me. He-...."

"What is this that you speak of?" Nathan turned accusing eyes to Vico. "Have you been bedding her?"

Vico's eyes narrowed at Shiloh. "She begged for it. It was the only way to shut her up. It was the only way to keep her from sniffing around like a bitch in heat."

Shiloh glared at Vico. "Is that why you kept me abed for three days straight? Is that why you told me you loved me and have never felt like this for any woman? You liar!"

An insolent grin crossed his face. "If a few sweet words are all it takes for you to spread your legs for any man that whispers them to you, then you are nothing more than a whore. You are a liability to us. Let me kill her and be done with this."

"No, Vico," Nathan turned to Shiloh once more. "This makes the second time you have killed one of our own. Yes, Shiloh, Mick is dead and your reasons for both are very weak. Perhaps I made a mistake in letting Vico convince me to shelter you after the Dhorn attack. And perhaps I made a mistake in thinking you were ready to leave the kitchens. But I shall make no more. You two will stay away from each other for the time being. Vico, I have a job for you. We shall discuss it later. And Shiloh, you will complete your lessons. You have dallied about far too much and I have been far too lenient with you. As for the Dhorn commander you lured down your primrose path, we will keep close tabs on his movements. If he catches you, you will beg for death long before he grants it to you. And we may not be able to save you from that. Take heed to my warnings. Do not fail me."

She watched as he turned on his heel and left the office. Vico followed behind him, turning his head just long enough to throw a look of utter evil at her. He drew Kinslayer, pointing the blade at her and made an ominous motion of running his finger across his neck. Then he turned his back to her as fear blanched her face. And in that moment she knew..... The hells hath no fury like the blackguard scorned.



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 20



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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The Ranger and the Bandit

Once Nathan and Vico had left the temple, she sought out Father Derthur, asking him for sanctuary for that night. He nodded, allowing her to stay with Rhys. It was not as pleasant of a night as she had hoped for. Rhys glared at her angrily as she approached him. Even though she had asked for his forgiveness, he turned his back to her, rolling over upon his side to find a comfortable position in which to sleep.

Shiloh cried herself to sleep that night. The souls of the dead and betrayed haunted her dreams. She could see the accusing eyes of Mick and Paurie, their ethereal hands reaching out to her to drag her down with them. A scream rent from her lips. But the ones that reduced her to wracking sobs were those of Vico's. His dark stare pinned her down, held her captive with the guilt of her betrayal. She had been his. His alone and she had dared to break that. She knew that deep in her heart and nothing she could say or do would change that.

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When she awoke she found herself pressed quite intimately to Rhys, her leg thrown across his groin. She snuggled into him and felt a familiar part of him swell against her calf. He groaned and pressed flat to the bed, covering her with his big body. His engorged member sought entrance, only to be blocked by the fabric of her panties. He growled, delving down to tear them away. 

She flinched as the violence of it snapped her eyes wide open. "Rhys!" she exclaimed, squirming beneath him as she felt the head of his cock push between her nether lips, "Stop!"

His eyes flew open and he froze as he looked down at her. Pulling away, he extracted himself from the bed and reached for his trousers. "I think you need to leave now, Shiloh. You have lessons to complete. Don't come here alone from now on." "Rhys, this is not my fault. What has gotten into you? What have I done that is so bad that you hate me now? I did not know anything about Arto Benthur. If anything I should be the one who is angry," she replied with a calm she did not feel.

"He is a Dhorn. He is your enemy, no matter whether you knew about him or not. How could you play such a deadly game? You are way in over your head and you can't even see that. Just get the fuck out of my sight. I do not want to hear your pathetic excuses. We are at war, Princess," he sneered at her as his last words slipped from his lips.

Shiloh turned and fled the room, heading out into the chapel area where she came face to face with Father Derthur. "Good father, might I be able to make a purchase from the temple?"

"What do you need, dear child?"

"Some healing draughts," she replied. "I have money to pay."

"Very well," He handed her a few minor vials and one major heal draught and proceeded to dicker over the price. When the two came to a price they could both agree on, Shiloh handed him the gold and gems. She smiled at him as she took her leave. 

The time had come to finish her lessons. The Thousand Steps Inn became her destination. Ducking out of the near torrential rain that had been plaguing the city for the past few days, Shiloh entered the inn. She removed her heavy rain drenched cloak, taking care to ring the excess water into a barrel that sat next to the door for that purpose and made her way to the innkeeper. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed an attractive blond haired man. Turning her attention in his direction, she smiled. His golden mail gleamed in the torch light of the inn's common room. She immediately noticed he had been watching her with a rather interested expression on his handsome face.

Hmmmm...very interesting, she thought to herself. Shiloh smiled again, taking note of the female sitting across from him. The woman's suit of plate mail seemed to match her companions yet the look on her face didn't beckon invitation as his did. It was almost as if she meant for her gaze to warn others off. Hmmmm...quite intriguing. The imp inside Shiloh urged her to look into this and there was no better time than the present.

Shiloh approached the two, her eyes flicking over every inch of them. Her rogue senses tingled as she took stock of each one of them. As she garnered a better look at the golden mailed man, she noticed he was quite a bit older than she. She figured at least middle age. "Greetings," she smiled.

"Well, hello to you," the blond man replied as he stood up from his chair. His eyes flicked over her in a closely scrutinizing manner.

"Why are you watching me like that?" Shiloh boldly inquired.

"Why, greetings to you, lovely girl. Allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Sir Christano Arniman, and this beautiful woman by my side is the Lady Myra Waynolt."

Shiloh nodded her head. "It is a pleasure to meet you, but that doesn't explain why you are staring holes through me."

"I will explain, but might I be so bold as to ask your name?" Christano replied.

"I don't know, are you bold enough?" 

He chuckled and eyed her, "Life favors the bold." His voice caressed his words like fine silk and a shudder of wariness coursed through her. This Christano was dangerous.

His eyes flicked over her again. "Anyway, I hope you forgive me for staring at you so bluntly, but Lady Myra and I were wondering if you might be a thief, perhaps. No, don't worry, please. We mean no harm."

"Why do you ask?" Shiloh eyed them both suspiciously and took a step back, preparing to make a dash for the door if need be. "Are you part of the city guard? A Dhorn spy, perhaps?"

Christano snickered softly, "Why, no, lovely girl. Let me explain, please."

"I'm listening."

"You see, the lovely Lady Myra and I are on a mission for the holy church of the Sun Lord. We have been charged with the duty of finding an old artifact, a golden chalice. It belonged to our church, but was stolen from the temple fifty years ago." He continued with a frown, "The thief who stole it was caught and questioned, but the chalice had already left his possession. The church managed to identify the person who bought the chalice. Sadly, at the time said person was nowhere to be found. To put an end to the story, I believe I have managed to locate the buyer or rather, the place where his remains rest. We found a tomb on one of the smaller Summer Islands, down the river. I'm convinced that we will find the chalice there.

"The Lady Myra and I have already visited the place. However, we did not get far. It is full of locked doors and traps. So we agreed to hire a professional who knows how to deal with that sort of thing. The problem is, with the Dhorn taking over Betancuria, such...experts...seem to have become quite rare. We've been here in this tavern for three weeks now, but to no avail. But then we spotted you. You stalk like a cat and have very deft and delicate fingers.

"Now if you agree to help us in this capacity, I shall offer you 20 gold pieces a day, plus an extra 100 when we find the golden chalice. What say you?"

Shiloh smiled. That was quite a mission and the pay was quite good. "I thank you for your offer and I am very interested in going with you, but there are a few things I have to finish here in the city."

"Very well, let us know when you are ready to venture off with us." Christano's eyes raked over every inch of Shiloh's body. A chill shot down her spine. What had she just agreed to? Hmmmm... Perhaps she would have to reconsider going along with Sir Lech or ask someone she trusted to accompany her to keep him off. 

Shiloh forced a smile as she backed up in the direction she had come, returning her thoughts to the task at hand. She must speak to Master Kelten about lesson seven. Master Nathan had told her that she would be learning to set traps. She had already learned how to disable traps quite well, passing lesson number six with ease. The imp inside her chuckled as she recalled the look on Alfons's face when she handed him the clock she brought back from the wizard's tower. It had been an actual real mission instead of a lesson.

Walking up to the innkeeper's counter, Shiloh waited her turn behind a rather robust man who was waiting upon a room key. The large man moved and she smiled at the innkeeper. He greeted her promptly. "Good evening, miss. How may I be of assistance?"

"I'm looking for Master Kelten," she beamed.

"I'm Frank Kelten. What can I do for you?"

"My name is Shiloh. Master Nathan sends me..." She quickly consulted her notepad. "He said I'm supposed to learn something about setting traps."

He gave her a wide smile, studying her head to toe, "One of Nathan's girls, huh? Well, alright. I hope you've brought your good boots and a thick cloak. We're going away on a trip."

"What? Now? And where to?"

Frank chuckled, noting her apprehension. "There's no better time than the present, if it pleases you, yes. We'll go just a few miles up the river by boat. I'll teach you to set traps in the forest. There will be fresh meat for me and you'll be able to learn the ropes without killing anyone."

A sigh of relief escaped her lips. "Alright, let's be off. I'm ready to go." A smile returned to her face as she watched him hail an assistant to take over. He then tossed two big sacks at her and dragged her out into the street. 

Their destination was the harbor. Frank directed her to a small ship docked at the end of a long wharf. He untied the lines that kept the ship moored to the dock and bounded up the gangway. "Just stow those below decks," he motioned as he reached for the wheel.

Shiloh felt her way around the dark belly of the ship and cursed herself for forgetting to bring a torch. What was I thinking? When she returned to the upper deck, she noticed they were already floating in the middle of the river, heading north of the city. 

"You must be quite the experienced sailor." Shiloh commented as she approached the wheel and watched as he maneuvered the ship around a sharp bend in the river.

"I've been doing this for more years than you've been alive, girl." He stated, with a broad smile on his face. "Nice to be on the river, isn't it? I always say if you've got water under your butt, you don't notice the rain as much."

"If you say so...," Shiloh let out a sigh and snuggled into her cloak.

The cruise upriver continued on for a few more miles. He brought the boat to a slow drift.

Shiloh eyed him warily. "Why have we stopped here?"

"Ah, it looks like the storm will be raging on for a while yet. I really don't want to risk damaging the ship. So, I am going to turn back."

"What about my lesson?" Shiloh huffily demanded.

"Oh yes, setting traps...Watch this. See?" Master Kelten produced a mechanical piece of equipment. "This is a trap. You place it upon the ground to enable it. Something or someone steps upon it and bang, it triggers...unless it is disabled. That's all there is to setting traps."

"That's all?"

He grinned, "Almost. I've brought you here on purpose."

Shiloh raised an eyebrow, regarding him even more suspiciously. She was all alone with him on a boat, and he seemed to be an able fighter. Scenes of Vico and the night of the Dhorn attack on the castle filled her thoughts. She gasped and backed up a few steps.

He chuckled again. "Do you see the river bank to your right? Half a mile to the west is the road that leads back to Betancuria, if you choose to go south. Or if you go north, the road, the road leads to Sargoza and eventually Min-Toras. I'm going to drop you off here. It will be your choice which way you go."

"You want to drop me off in the middle of the wilderness?!" Shiloh screeched.

"Yes, I do."

"Must you? I mean, can I not return to the city with you on your boat?"

"No."

"I have made my choice. I want to go back to the city."

"No."

Shiloh bristled with indignation, "Oh, come on, do I look like a ranger to you?"

"No, you look like a spoiled brat. Some time in the woods will do you some good."

"Pfft..." Shiloh paced the deck while Master Kelten steered the boat as close to the bank as he dared. 

"Now overboard with you," He shot her a wide grin.

"Wait a minute here...You cannot expect me to swim to shore!? What if I can't swim? What if I drown?"

He laughed, "You'd better learn very quickly!" 

Shiloh dodged out of his way as he tried to shove her overboard, and plunged herself into the water. As the iciness engulfed her, she struggled to reach the surface. The heaviness of her cloak weighed her down, threatening to pull her further under. She kicked hard and flailed about, breaking the surface. She paddled her way to shore, pleased that her pool splashing skills had come in handy. 

Panting heavily, she climbed up the bank, setting her legs on solid ground. She was soaked to the skin and began to shiver. She looked back to the river. From the ship, Master Kelten waved and maneuvered his boat to sail back downstream. She let out a growl of frustration and shook her fist at him. 

Shiloh gave herself a good shake, and attempted to ring the excess water out of her long soggy hair. She hoped to find shelter soon where she could dry off and slip into some clean clothes. She wasn't sure how far from Betancuria she was, but hoped it wouldn't take her too long to get back. 

Yes, go back...She had been brought out here to decide for herself her own destiny. To decide whether she wanted to return to the city and her second family or go north to either Sargoza or Min-Toras where she could claim exile with their nobility. The choice was hers. Stay in Betancuria or start a new life in a new place. Oh, what to do.

She smiled, go back. The words seemed to echo through the trees. Yes, despite the Dhorn, she wanted to go back. She wanted to see Chella, Master Nathan, and Vico again. She knew she'd miss his wry wit, and despite the fact she still bore the scars of his way of dealing with people, she knew their fates were closely tied together. His touch was addicting. His kisses mesmerized her. His arms around her made her feel safer than she had ever felt. Sooner or later he would come to her. Despite the events of the previous day, she knew he wouldn't be able to stay away from her. She knew she would be the recipient of his scathing wrath once again and she knew he would also move heaven and earth to make it up to her. At some point... But that was neither here nor there at this very moment. She had to figure out where she was and find her way back to the city.

She finished wringing water from her hair, cloak, and clothes and started walking to the west. Spotting some kind of monstrous humanoid creature she'd never witnessed the likes of before, she hugged the tree-line and did her best to move quietly as a mouse. She crept past it until she reached a clearing and a small stream. 

The smell of wood smoke tickled her nose. There had to be a house nearby. She continued on, noticing a small field of corn. Shiloh sneaked up to it and set her eyes upon a well lit house and prayed she would find shelter within it. She hoped the inhabitants were friendly and would take pity on her pathetic state. She dashed to the door, nearly slipping on the wet grass as she spotted a pair of glowing yellow eyes in the distance just beyond the tree-line. 

She knocked on the door as hard as she could and rattled the handle. It seemed to be barred from the inside. Please, she thought, someone answer the door. Then a voice called from inside. "Who's there?"

"My name is Shiloh. I'm seeking shelter and perhaps a warm fire. Please let me in!"

She noticed someone peering out at her through a window and then the doors opened just wide enough to allow her to enter.

"By the King! What are you doing out in the rain on a night like this, girl? Gods have mercy, you are soaked to the bones. Come in and warm yourself by the fire," The man ushered her to the fireplace.

"The ship I was sailing on was damaged in the storm and I fell overboard. I doubt they know I'm missing." She told him, gladly accepting the soft length of toweling he handed her. "Thank you, good sir."

"Where was the ship headed?"

"To Betancuria...Can you tell me how to get there?" 

"The road is a few hundred yards to the west. I'm sure ya can't miss it, really. You'll want to warm yourself first."

"Thank you, good sir," Shiloh removed her cloak and rubbed the towel over her head. She sat in front of the fire and absorbed the heat. It felt heavenly after being submerged in the chilly water and soaked by the pouring rain. She let out a heavy sigh. 

The farmer seemed quite friendly. "I'm no sir. The name is Carlen."

"Then I thank you, Carlen, for your hospitality." 

He nodded, "Is this your first time traveling through the wilderness?"

"Why do you ask?" Shiloh replied as she dug into her backpack and pulled out her other set of clothes to dry. 

Carlen laughed, "You don't look like you belong in the wilderness. You lack that earthy touch, if you know what I mean."

"You mean I'm not dirty?" Shiloh huffed tersely.

"No, I could tell you were a city girl right away. You don't look like you belong out here in the wild. It's your manner of speech. It's almost regal."

Shiloh raised an eyebrow at him.

"It must be your name, I suppose." Carlen chuckled once more as his eyes raked over her lingeringly. "Ah, I had a ranger here two nights ago. Now, he knew his way around. He also had a story or two to tell, the lad. He said he was headed south. Isn't that where you are headed? South to Betancuria?"

"Yes, back to Betancuria."

"Ah, a pretty little city girl. I'll tell you now, girl, you should be careful out there. There are bandits on the road. Best if you try to stick to the woods. You see, ever since the War, the road's not seen much traffic. Not a whole lot of trade going between Betancuria and the North. So it's fairly unlikely you'll find a caravan to travel with. A pretty girl traveling alone...it would make you easy prey for the scoundrels."

She nodded at him, enjoying the warmth of the fire. She watched the children curiously. They were quietly playing on the floor with a pile of blocks. The boy looked to be about ten years old while the girl could have been eight years of age.

"Say girl, perhaps since your people won't know where you are, would you consider staying here with me?" His eyes flicked over her body in a possessive manner. "Ever since my wife died two years ago, it's been very hard. The kids are wonderful. They help me out a lot. I could use another pair of hands, though. Not to mention the companionship of another adult. I do get quite lonely."

"Oh," she gasped. "I...thank you...for your offer, good sir, but I don't believe I have it in me to be a farm girl. I'm just not ready for that kind of responsibility yet."

She eased the rejection with a sweet smile.

He returned her smile and sighed softly, "A pity. It would have been wonderful to have you here with me. Would you at least think on it?"

Shiloh nodded and smiled. She didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"Well, I've got chores to do. You should change into something dry and warm yourself by the fire. I'll have you a plate of food soon," he replied before going about the business of fixing supper.

She quickly stripped out of her wet clothing and threw each one of the soggy garments along with her bedroll over a line that ran the width of the cozy cabin. She soon noticed the curious stares of the boy and girl as well as the occasional look of desire in the eyes of the farmer. She did her best to ignore it. She wasn't interested in being a wife and a ready made mom. She still had much to experience in this life before she settled on one man. "Good sir, would you happen to have a dry blanket I could borrow? All of my belongings are soaked from being in the water."




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 20



Carlen smiled and pulled a few spare blankets and a small pillow from a chest of drawers. He handed them to her while eyeing her naked body with much interest.

She yawned and spread out the blankets, making herself a nest of sorts. Soon the warmth of the fire had soothed her into drowsiness and she drifted off into a peaceful sleep. 

She jerked awake when she felt something heavy cover her. Putting up a struggle, she felt hot breath on her skin as hands tore the blankets that covered her away from her body. "I haven't given up hope that you might stay," a harsh voice growled. 

The smell of cheap ale assailed her and she struggled fiercely as she felt a pair of lips sliding across her cheek to her mouth. She cried out in protest and gagged as he covered her mouth with his, jamming his tongue inside. He kissed her roughly, devouring her crudely.

He ran his fingers over her supple soft skin, tracing over her face, down her neck and across the top of her chest until his hand lightly rested on her breast and gave it a little squeeze. He squeezed a bit more, and more, until he was just rubbing and fondling one large full nipple. He kissed her again, this time slipping more tongue between her lips. 

Carlen removed his pants, freed his raging hard member, and placed it in her hand. He cupped his hand around hers and started jacking off. The feeling was new as he had never done that with anyone before. He started kissing her cheek, down her neck, and across her shoulders before he released her hand. He rolled Shiloh onto her back, stilling her struggling body with a stinging slap to her thigh. Carlen groaned as he pressed her breasts together, gazing down upon her delicious cleavage. Her nipples were large, long, and thick. They weren't quite as big as his wife's had been, but were just as beautiful and tempting. Taking one in his mouth he started sucking and twirling his tongue around the nub, feeling it grow and harden in his mouth. Shiloh groaned and flailed about beneath him. 

Another cry escaped her lips, "Stop this now!"

Carlen ignored her and placed his hand on her thigh, slid in between her legs, and pried them apart revealing the tiny triangle of curls concealing her sweet pussy. Covering her mound with his hand, he began to massage her the way that drives all women wild. Before long she ceased her struggles and he could feel the warmth between her legs rising and knew she was almost ready. 

He leaned in close, and took a deep breath, inhaling her fragrance. Shiloh had a thick, rich smell that intoxicated him. All thoughts of this being wrong vanished along with any care or concern for the consequences. Spreading her lips with his fingers he deeply inhaled her smell, extended his tongue, and licked from the very bottom of her canal to the tip of her clit in one smooth motion. Her pussy was creamy and had a strong, slightly sweet taste.

Carlen looked up into Shiloh's wild blue eyes and said, "You taste divine, sweet girl." He lowered his head back to her pussy and started licking again. He ran his tongue up and down her folds, licked and sucked her clit, and tongued as deep as he could into her slit. Shiloh was very wet and by the time he pulled up from lapping as much as he could, the room was filled with her thick smell.

Crawling over her, he kissed his way up to her heaving breasts, pausing to lick and suck on each one before he continued on, kissing his way up her neck before he stopped. Carlen was completely on top of her now, his cock hovering right over her pussy. He gazed lustfully into her eyes, taking in every detail. The curves of her face, her slender nose, full lips, and straight blonde hair. He whispered, "Stay with me" and pressed his lips to hers as he began to slide his swollen cock into her pussy. Her pussy lips spread easily around his head drawing him in further till he was buried all the way in her to the hilt.

He pumped back and forth easily in her juicy pussy, watching her large breasts bounce in rhythm to his thrusts. Carlen could feel his orgasm building and started going faster and faster. The sloppy slapping sound of hard, wet sex echoed in the room as he pounded her pussy harder and faster with each stroke. The pressure in his balls kept building the more he fucked the lovely Shiloh until he cried out and slammed his dick deep in her pussy, erupting spurt after spurt of hot cum inside her.

Covered in sweat, he collapsed on top of her panting and reveling in his orgasm. He laid there catching his breath while his dick softened inside her, feeling their heartbeats as he lay pressed against her. He pulled out of her and sat back for a moment. Shiloh turned her fury upon him in that moment. 

"Did you enjoy FUCKING me?!?!?!" She lunged to her feet and scooped up her clothing. Hastily she dressed, pulling on her damp pants and tunic. 

"You are such a sweet thing. I wanted you to stay with me," he replied. "I thought if I bedded you, you would feel obligated."

"OBLIGATED!" She screeched.

"Shhh...you'll wake the children." He growled in return.

Shiloh reached for the knife amongst her belongings and brought it up to his neck. She jabbed him with it, drawing blood as she raked it across hastily. Carlen yelped in pain. "Get away from me, NOW!" 

Carlen angrily grabbed hold of her. He snatched up her pack and the clothes on the line. "Merciless bitch..." he growled, dragging her to the door. Unbarring it, he tossed her out into the rain. "And don't come back!"

Shiloh let out a cry of exasperation. The nerve of him! He violated her and vented his lust upon her then threw her out when she defended her honor. She vowed to come back and visit her vengeance upon him once she made it back to Betancuria safely. After making a rude gesture at the closed door, she pulled on her still wet cloak and gathered her belongings. 

Now where was that road? To the west, she remembered. As stealthily as she could, she crept through the trees, avoiding a bear that was using a fairly good sized tree as a scratching post. She shivered, and quickened her movement ever so slightly. She didn't want to become the bear's new scratching post. Finally the road came into view and she hastened to it. North to Sargoza and Min-Toras or south to Betancuria and home. Home, yes, she was headed home. 

Wary of the bandits that the farmer, curse him, had mentioned she cautiously crept down the road until she came to a bridge. She noticed a ramshackle wagon. Hmmm...that must be the bandits. She knew she had better be careful. Silently she walked across the bridge, checking for anything that looked out of the ordinary. She noticed a shabbily disguised snare trap and bent to disable it. They wouldn't be getting her. After disarming it, she tossed the components into the river and continued to the end of the bridge. 

She spotted a female archer at the edge of the wagon and made her way over to her. Pulling the poisoned dagger that Alfons had gifted her after succeeding on the wizard's tower mission, she pressed it to the archer's throat. 

The female gasped and dropped her bow instantly, "Don't kill me," she whispered too quickly. Shiloh knew the girl's quick mind was already working overtime to figure out a way to escape alive.

Shiloh chuckled wickedly in the girl's ear. "Too late," she wrenched her head back and dug the knife in, slashing her throat from ear to ear. The girl gurgled and collapsed to the ground. Shiloh watched her fall and leaned over to wipe the blade off on her black tunic. Silly wench, she spat. 

She skulked to the end of the wagon and peered around it, taking note of the prisoner tied to the tree. She counted three more bandits sleeping soundly around a fire and one more archer positioned at the edge of the camp. Hmmm...perhaps she should spare the one remaining female archer and take her back to Master Nathan. 

She made her way over to her, pulling the sap full of lead and metal ingots that Vico had given her. With every ounce of strength Shiloh possessed, she swung the sap and heard it connect soundly with the archer's skull. A grunt of pain sounded before she buckled and fell to the ground in a heap. Removing a length of rope from her pack, Shiloh took her time and securely tied her up. 

Then she made her way over to the three sleeping male bandits, delivering a coup de grace to each of them. She gave them no mercy, crudely slitting their throats with her poisoned blade. So quiet a death it was and so painless for her.

Then she turned her attention to the man shackled to the tree. She stepped out of the shadows and giggled as she appeared before him. He let out a startled cry. He then eyed her up and down.

"You are not a bandit."

Shiloh chuckled. "No, I am not."

"Would you mind freeing me?" he asked, pointing to the shackles that bound him.

"Oh, sure." Shiloh bent down and quickly dispatched the locks that kept him chained to the tree. He winced as the heavy cuffs fell from his wrists and ankles. 

"Watch out," he called down to her as a hidden archer stepped out from behind a tree. Shiloh spun and attempted to dodge out of the way of the arrow that was speeding her way, but failed as it firmly connected with her shoulder. She yelped in pain and snapped the shaft in half before charging at the remaining bandit. Inner rage boiled in her blood...she had missed one and had jeopardized both of their lives. Shiloh unleashed a scream and pulled out both her short swords. She forced the bandit to drop his bow as she slashed at his hands and then plunged the dripping green blade into his shoulder. He groaned and spit at her. 

Shiloh whirled; sidestepping the rapier he pulled from his belt and brought her second short sword up to nick his face. She let out a ragged curse, scolding herself for missing his neck. He jabbed his rapier at her, piercing her other shoulder. He raked it down her arm, slicing a narrow gash open.

Shiloh hissed in pain, a low wail escaping her clenched teeth. She thrust her short swords in at him, both finding purchase in his upper chest. He growled at her, cursing her. "Bloody bitch, I'll waste you yet."

"You can try," she retorted as she pulled back and feinted to the left. She danced around him, bringing her blades down into his back. He lurched and stumbled, going down on one knee. Shiloh pounced, sliding her poison sword to his neck. She slit him from ear to ear as an arrow hissed through the air and planted firmly in one of his eye sockets.

She dropped him to the ground and scanned the area cautiously. She smiled as she took note of the man she had freed standing several yards away, a drawn bow with a nocked arrow in hand.

"Thank you, good sir," she smiled at him.

"No, sweet lady, I thank you for freeing me." He returned her smile with one of his own. 

"It was my pleasure. I'm glad you were there to help." Shiloh staggered to the camp and sat down before the fire to check her wounds. Her head felt fuzzy. 

"My name is Anden, a woodsman." He knelt beside her and noticed how her eyes looked glazed over. "Let me help you. I fear you may have been poisoned by his weapons."

"It's...the...arrow. Pull it out, please."

Anden gathered a few supplies, looting the wagon. He found a healer's kit that contained a tube of salve and some bandages. He returned to her, only to find her listless and fevered. It must have been a fast acting poison to have affected her so quickly.  

Doing what he knew must be done, he quickly tore the tunic away from the wound and grasped the remaining shaft of the arrow. He quickly jerked it out of her shoulder and pressed a bandage against it to staunch the flow of blood. She whimpered and mumbled incoherently. He hated to see her hurt, but knew she'd be worse off if he hadn't been here. If he hadn't been here, he mused...if he hadn't been here she most likely would have skirted the bandit camp. He wondered what a pretty girl was doing out here in the wild.

Getting back to the task at hand, he washed the wound with fresh water from the skin he found attached to her pack and applied the healing salve to it. Next he dug around and located some of his own belongings that the bandits had stolen from him and pulled out a pouch of healing herbs and began to brew some willow bark tea. He would get that and a few other herbs into her system and hope her body would start to heal itself. 

He dug into her pack and pulled out a potion vial. He popped the stopper lip off and tasted it with his pinkie. He grimaced, ugh...for a healing potion it sure tasted foul, but he figured it would work on her. 

He returned to cleaning the shallow nicks and cuts on her upper body, paying special attention to the long gash on her arm. He didn't relish them becoming infected. Not while he could save her that much.

Prying her mouth open, he wedged the vial between her lips and tilted it to drain into her mouth. Then he massaged her throat to make her swallow it without choking. She needed to heal properly. He watched the gashes begin to knit and coalesce together. The wound on her shoulder ceased to ooze blood. 

He cleaned it again and bound it with clean bandages. Then he set the heated water aside and poured it into a small tin cup along with the willow bark. He allowed it to steep and cool. He'd have her drink it as soon as it wouldn't scald her throat. 

Then he stood up and looked around. He made his way over to the dead bandits, and gathered the possessions they had on their bodies. Some of their ill-gotten gains had been his. He picked up his bow from the bandit chief and set it aside. All of the arrows he could find joined his bow. 

Next he dragged all of their bodies to one central pile and proceeded to set fire to them. The smell of burning flesh choked him and made him gag. He hated to do it, but he would not leave the bodies behind to attract unwanted wild animals or vermin. Plus he knew he didn't want to foul the river by throwing them in. 

Walking over to the female Shiloh had knocked out, he picked her up and carried her over to the fire. He thought it was poetic justice that they'd had vengeance visited upon them as they would have done to him, but the voice inside him nagged at him not to leave her out there tied up in the pouring rain. He pulled the canvas awning out from the wagon and propped it up with a few poles he found stowed inside it. That would keep the rain off of them. It'd be easier to heal her if she were warm and dry. 

He watched the fire he'd set while checking the temperature of the tea. He took a tiny sip and set it aside to cool further. He checked her breathing and noticed it wasn't as erratic as it had been. Sweat broke out on her brow. Her feverish symptoms were slacking away. It must have been the healing potion he'd made her drink.

As soon as the tea had cooled sufficiently enough, he once again held the cup to her lips and pulled her mouth open. He slowly dumped it in and massaged her throat to make her swallow. Once it was all down, he followed it up with some water. Then he let her rest, hoping a rejuvenating sleep would claim her.



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 21



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as,  Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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A Dance of Deception

As dawn broke, the female archer came to and struggled against her bonds. "Please," she croaked, "Water."

Anden knelt near her with the waterskin and helped her to drink. "How do you feel?" he asked, noting the reddened skin where the ropes had rubbed against her.

"Like a pack of goblins are running through my head!" She sneered. "Where is the bitch that is responsible for this? I'd like to rip out her entrails and feed them to her!"

"Perhaps you should reconsider that course of action. The one that knocked you out could have easily killed you as she did your comrades. She spared your life, which is more than I would have done. It is more than any of you scoundrels would have done."

"Then she is a fool!" She squirmed. "I must relieve myself."

Anden blushed slightly and helped her to her feet. He carried her to the edge of the woods and set her down on her feet. Loosening her bonds, he pulled down her pants and turned his back to her. "Do not even think about trying to escape," he warned her. "I have fairly sharp ears."

"By the hells, listening while I take a piss," she growled as she tended to her business. "I'm finished now."

Anden turned back around and jerked her pants back into place. She hissed, grumbling about his fine treatment of her. Then he carried her back to camp, where he served her a cup of tea and a bowl of rabbit stew he had prepared while they both slept. "Eat up."

"So what will you do with me? Turn me into the Dhorn for being a criminal or would you rather extract your own manner of torture from me? Would the good ranger lower himself to my level and make use of my body in the name of justice?"

Anden flushed red with contempt for her. "You, lady, are an insolent…"

She spat at him, cutting off his retort. Anden glared at her. "Insolent wench… you should be taught some manners."

"And you think you are man enough to do it."

Anden grabbed a hold of her and dragged her into his lap. She thrashed about as he pulled her pants down, exposing her bare bottom to the chilly air. She squealed in protest, flailing her legs to and fro. He held her down with one hand and delivered a hard stinging slap to her posterior with the other. She yelped and cursed him vehemently, spitting out a string of expletives that he'd never quite heard before. His first slap was followed by a second and a third. She cried and cursed him further. He took no mercy upon her and continued the spanking with three harder, brutal slaps. She gave in, ceasing her struggling, and cried brokenly. "Please…stop…stop. I'll…be…good. Just stop…"  

Anden heeded her pleas and ran his hand over her reddened cheeks, softly soothing her. "Do you have a name, wench?"

"Adele."

"That's a pretty name. You could have had a better life than this one, dear lady." Anden stated as he pulled her pants back up and set her back down, right upon her sore bottom.

Adele hissed in pain, biting her lip. "I had a better life than this once. I lost my husband and young children a few years back to bandits. I joined them in order to survive. You probably would not understand."

"No, I would not know what that is like, but I believe it has to do with your choices."

"Sometimes those choices are made for you. I've done what I had to do to survive. You know nothing about that," she hissed.

He regarded her coolly as he finished eating his bowl of stew. "You should eat while it's still warm."

Anden turned his attention from her and focused on Shiloh. He held another cup of tea to her lips and pried them apart, making her swallow the warm healing liquid as he massaged her throat. She coughed a little and murmured something incoherent. Then he checked her wounds. The long gash on her arm had completely knitted as well as the few nicks here and there. The gaping wound in her shoulder showed some signs of redness. He cleaned it again and rubbed more salve into it before replacing the soiled bandages with new ones. If it did not show signs of improvement soon, he knew he would be forced to cauterize it to avoid infection.

Digging into her pack, he pulled out another curative potion vial and poured it down her throat. That should help. He only wished there had been an antidote vial. He knew that was what she really needed. He hadn't had any amongst his supplies and neither had the bandits.

He then set a small pot of broth on the fire and allowed it to heat up. To help her keep her strength, he'd feed that to her. He knew it would take all of his skill to help her pull through, but he swore on his life he would save her.

O.O

Shiloh slept for four more days before waking up. She rubbed her eyes and yawned loudly, slowly stretching her limbs. A sharp pain coursed through her shoulder and she let out a small yelp. Her cry alerted Anden, who rushed to her side. Shiloh struggled to sit up, but realized her hands seemed to be cover with mittens. Mittens? There was no snow here and it seemed like the rain had stopped momentarily.

"M'lady, you are injured. Let me help you, lest you tear the wound in your shoulder," Anden replied.

Shiloh looked down at the bandages that bound her shoulder. "Wound?" she questioned.

"Do you not remember? You were shot with an arrow. With Adele's help, I was able to discover the poison on the arrow and was able to treat you."

Shiloh eyed him and the girl warily, trying to remember how she knew them. Her head still felt somewhat fuzzy, "How do I know you and her?"

"I am Anden, the woodsman you rescued from the bandits. And Adele was one of the bandits. She is the one you spared. The others are dead." Anden replied.

Shiloh's brow furrowed as it all came back to her. She remembered now what had happened to her. "I am thankful that you took care of me, Anden."


"You saved my life, sweet lady. How could I do any less by you?"
"How long have I been?"

"Five days. It has taken all my knowledge and skill to keep you alive and well. I made sure you drank plenty of liquids. Tea, water and broth."

Shiloh smiled. "I thank you, good sir. Why does my shoulder hurt so badly?"

"From the arrow you were shot with."

"Did you not feed me some of the healing potions in my pack?"

Anden flashed a look of indignation at her. "Of course, m'lady."

Shiloh's brow furrowed. "There is a vial in the one of the pouches inside my pack. Bring it to me."


Anden picked up her pack and carried it to her. He set it before her. "Which one, m'lady?" He pulled out several of the small leather bags. 

Shiloh frowned at him. "Why am I wearing these…mittens?"

Anden chuckled. "To keep you from scratching at the healing wound. It would not stop oozing blood so I was forced to cauterize the wound."

"Eep!" Shiloh squeaked like a little mouse and held her hands out to Anden to remove the bindings. He smiled at her and quickly dispatched them.

Anden blushed ever so slightly, a wash of pale pink creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. "May I ask what your name is, sweet lady?"

She smiled in return, her eyes twinkling at him. "It is Shiloh."

"Shiloh. That is a lovely name indeed," Anden smiled at her brightly. "Are you hungry?"

As he mentioned food, her stomach took that opportunity to rumble loudly. "Yes, I find that I am quite so, but let me find that vial first. I should drink it first before I eat."

Shiloh rummaged through her leather pouches and pulled out the long cylindrical vial. She popped the lip off the top and brought it to her mouth. With a grimace, she drank it down. She shuddered visibly and pulled the bandage away from her shoulder. The ache relinquished as the scarred mass of blackened skin smoothed out completely, leaving behind a perfectly unmarred swath of pale flesh. Anden watched in awe. "I have never quite seen the likes of that, M'lady."

"It's a major heal draught. I procured it from the temple in Betancuria."

"Then you must be one of the more privileged to afford that. Are you from Betancuria, m'lady?" He asked, his eyes smiling at her.

"Yes, I am and you?"

"Yes. I was on my way back to the city when I stumbled over this lot of scoundrels," Anden grabbed a few of the bowls and began serving up the stew he had made. He handed Shiloh hers and then Adele before starting on his own meal.

"How did they catch you?" Shiloh smirked, remembering that defeating most of them had been quite simple.

"They feigned a broken wheel on their wagon and asked for help. Before I knew it, one hit me in the head and the next thing I knew when I awoke I was tied to that tree." Anden replied, wryly. "You must think I'm quite naïve for falling for that."

"No, I don't think anything of the sort." Shiloh replied. "It would seem to me that you prefer to see the good in all whereas I have had more experience with such…. scoundrels." 

Anden nodded. "I have learned my lesson, though."

"Lesson…" Shiloh remarked, remembering that she'd been out here on her seventh lesson. She was supposed to decide whether to go north to freedom or south to Betancuria. She also remembered why she had spared the life of the female called Adele. She had planned to take her back to Master Nathan in hopes of forcing her to divulge the location of other bandits in the area. Or perhaps her skills would be of use to him. She shook her head and leveled her gaze back upon Anden, who was eyeing her with a rather curious expression. She took a bite of her stew. It was quite hearty with chunks of meat and various wild vegetables. She tasted carrots, potatoes, and onions. There were also herbs as well. "The stew is very good, Anden. So tell me, what were you doing out here in the woods?"

"I'm a ranger, m'lady. I'm supposed to be in the wild, you know." He smiled at her. "When a wanderer is lost or an animal is wounded, I help. It's also a ranger's duty to keep goblins and bugbears and the like away from the city and roads, making them safe for traveling."

"You must not make a lot of money that way, do you?" Shiloh smirked.

He chuckled softly. "My profession is not about money, but rather helping others. The rewards are far greater that way," Anden replied.

She nodded and took another bite of the delicious stew.

"What about you, sweet Shiloh? Are you a traveler?"

"I'm on my way back to Betancuria. I live there," she replied, giving him a little wink.

His face reddened, "And may I be so bold as to ask what you do for a living?"

"Of course you may, dear Anden," Shiloh grinned widely, noticing his blush. "I'm a thief." 

"What?!?!" He looked at her with a shocked expression on his face. "You…you shouldn't do that! Really! Stealing from other people is wrong."

Shiloh giggled. "Well…stealing from myself is kind of boring."

He blinked at her. "You…are making fun of me, aren't you?" 

She smiled and laughed a little bit. "I was just kidding…"

Anden looked upon her for several long moments, scratching his chin and shaking his head. "It is such a shame…"

"Well I suppose I could also become a whore as well." Shiloh deadpanned.

He stared at her aghast, "Oh dear gods, that would not do. You are so much better than that, sweet lady."

She chuckled. "I wouldn't do that, Anden. I was teasing you to see your response."

"HA!" Adele screeched. "You two-bit craven wanton ill-bred miscreant! Hypocrite! You murder my companions and have the nerve to call yourself a criminal! How dare you!"

"So our little bandit speaks." Shiloh arched her eyebrow at her. "Have you ever stopped to ask yourself why I spared you when I easily could have slit your pretty throat as I did the others? Have you asked yourself why you were the lucky one?"

Adele's eyes narrowed and she glared at her. "So you could torment me and turn me over to the Dhorn?"

"I hate the Dhorn. I lost everything when the Dhorn took over my home…" Shiloh's voice cracked as she fought to compose herself. "No, honey, you have talent. I noticed that right away. I know people who would appreciate your skills."

Adele eyed her ponderingly. She wasn't sure what to think. "I shall consider your words," she nodded and quietly finished eating her stew. Then she set her bowl aside and walked away from the camp, strolling along the river. Anden watched her go.

"She needs time to come to terms with her situation," he stated.

Shiloh nodded, "As do I." She finished her food and handed him her bowl then sought the warmth of her bedroll once more.

O.O

Two more days passed before Shiloh decided she was ready to return to Betancuria. She wanted to complete her lessons. And she needed to be with Vico. But as she set her sight on Anden in that moment, she decided she would have her cake and eat it, too.

Anden noticed the lustful look on Shiloh's face and blushed. He wondered what she was thinking, yet he busied himself gathering his stolen belongings that he planned on taking back to Betancuria. He glanced at Adele and pondered upon what would become of her. He had taken notice of her melancholy mood over the last few days and wondered what had caused it. She remained on tenterhooks when in camp the same time as Shiloh. The sheer loathing between them was thick enough to be cut with a knife. He didn't quite understand why, but each seemed fairly envious of the time he spent around with the other. 

He nodded as Shiloh excused herself and took a walk along the river. He looked to his left and noticed that Adele was sleeping soundly, taking an early afternoon nap the way she always did. He donned a cloak for warmth and set out to follow Shiloh. Despite the warning niggling in his brain, he had to be sure she was safe. She saved him from death or worse. He owed it to her to keep her out of harm's way. 

Anden found her kneeling in a clearing. Wildflowers flanked her and he could tell by her whispered words that she was praying. He watched her intently, drinking in her beauty. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and had an air about her that was almost regal. It was like a dream that he had encountered such as wonderful creature. 

He approached her slowly, kneeling beside her. "M'lady?"

She jumped a little and looked upon him with tearful eyes. 

"M'lady, what ails you?"

"I am lonely," she whimpered, hugging herself tightly.

"Are you cold?" he asked, leaning in closer to her.

"Yes, inside…" she whispered as she closed the gap between them. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him, seeking solace in his warmth.

"M'lady…we should not…"

"Shhhhhhhhh," Shiloh hushed him as she placed her finger over his lips. "Tell me something, Anden. Do you think I'm pretty?"

"You are above and beyond the most beautiful woman I have ever beheld."

"Do you think there could be anything more between us?" She looked up at him with teary, innocent eyes. 

"I had meant to ask you something. Do you have a…husband in the city? A lover? A betrothed?" He blushed red, studying the ground.

Shiloh lifted his chin with her hand, meeting his eyes. She moved closer still, pressing herself flush against him, and planted a small kiss upon his cheek. "No, there is no one in my life."

He touched his cheek where she'd kissed him, his face brightening. She smiled at him again and he returned it, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "M'lady, I am honored you have these feelings for me and I would very much like to get to know you better."

The smile on her face reached all the way up into her eyes. She planted another kiss on his cheek as he took hold of her hand and brought it to his mouth, placing a soft kiss upon it. 

"I would like that, my very good Anden," Shiloh smiled. "So I ask you again, do you think there could be anything more between us than just good friends?"

"What are you asking, m'lady?" His brow furrowed.

"You asked me if I had a husband or a lover. It sounded to me if you were asking because you would like to be that for me. So I ask if that is what you want."

"I would gladly lie with you upon a bed of roses only if you were my beloved wife." Anden replied, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Are you proposing?" Shiloh smiled, leaning into him. She nuzzled her lips against his neck and gently nipped at his ear.

Anden stifled a groan, and gently pushed her away. He cleared his throat. "I have feelings for you, sweet lady, but now is neither the time nor is it the place to speak of such matters. Give me time to get to know you further and then we shall speak of proposals."

Shiloh sighed and lowered her eyes. She knew she mustn't rush him. She felt him place his hand beneath her chin and lift it gently. "Do not be in such a rush to give your body away. Love will come when the time is right. I beg this of you, m'lady."

She leveled upon him a sweet smile. "I thank you for your honesty, my very good Anden."

He inclined his head to her. "Let us return to camp and see how Adele fares. I believe she is at a loss of family and does not know what to do with herself."

Shiloh pondered his words for a moment. "Yes, she does seem to be quite downhearted. Perhaps I may have a solution for her. The farmer that lives to the north of here practically begged me to stay there and help him with his children. Perhaps Adele would be more receptive to the idea."

Anden mulled it over. "Perhaps you may be right. She lived on a farm to the south of here with her husband and children and lost her family to an attack by bandits. She told me how much she missed them. We spoke at length while you were recuperating for those few days. Shall we present the idea to her?"

Shiloh smiled and giggled then took off running. "Race you to camp. Loser has to give the winner a massage."

She sprinted away, laughing at the top of her lungs as Anden cried foul at her apparent head start. She giggled the whole way and jumped for joy as she reached the campfire beneath the awning of the wagon. "I won! I won!"


Anden caught her and shook his finger at her with feigned displeasure. "Cheater!" he teased and sat down near her. 

Adele handed him a few eggs and a couple of wild tomatoes. "I found these while on my walk. I wish we had some sausages to go with it."

"Sausages, you say," Shiloh repeated as she dug into one of her packs and found the one that contained food wrapped up in oilskins. "I believe I have some that need to be cooked."

Removing them from the protective wrap, she placed them in the skillet. Anden smiled at her. "My stomach can hardly wait." He helped her with the preparation of the food, cracking the eggs into the skillet next to the small sausages. Then he pulled out a knife to slice the small tomatoes. 

Several minutes passed in silence for the trio while the food cooked. Anden carefully eyed both his female companions. Shiloh seemed to be at ease while Adele was restless and on edge. The moodiness had taken hold again. He smiled at her as their eyes met, then handed her the plate he had just fixed. Perhaps it was time to broach the subject of her loneliness and the farmer to the north.

"Lady Adele, might we speak of something personal?" Anden began after clearing his throat. His cheeks flamed red from the blush that had settled into them. 

"What is it? What do you wish to know?" Adele replied between bites of food.

"Lady Shiloh and I have discussed your…predicament and perhaps have arrived at a solution for you."

"My predicament?" A haughty sneer graced her face. "Am I to be thrown to the mercy of the Dhorn after all?"




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"Not at all," Anden shook his head. "We have spoken at length of the loss of your family. I know how you miss them. You lost your husband and children. There is a farmer to the north who has lost his wife. Perhaps it is what you need to make you not feel so sad."

A small smile crossed her face. "I shall think on it."

He inclined his head and nodded to her, watching her finish her food and set the plate aside. She sucked in a deep breath and looked up at him. "It has been five years since all that I loved was taken from me. My little girl was three years old and my boy was five. They were both blond like their father and were as sweet as could be."

Shiloh smiled. "The farmer north of here has a son who is ten and a daughter who is eight. It could almost be if you had never lost them at all."

Adele brushed away her tears that had started to fall. "Will you take me there? Show me the way?"

"It would be my pleasure," Anden smiled, knowing deep in his heart that she'd find the happiness she deserved.

"I'll go with you, if you'd like," Shiloh stated as she pulled on a thick black cloak and drew it around herself completely. She pulled the hood up over her head and followed Anden and Adele away from the camp. It didn't take them long to reach to small cozy cabin of Carlen the farmer. Shiloh shook with apprehension and hoped she wouldn't be recognized. She didn't want Anden or Adele to know what had happened to her the night she stayed in the cabin. She knew Adele needed this as much as the farmer.

Anden knocked on the door loudly and called out a "Hello?"

The door opened and Carlen peered out. He greeted Anden quite jovially and ushered them inside, hurrying to serve the trio a cup of hot tea. Shiloh accepted it, but tried to keep her face hidden inside the cowl of the cloak. Please don't recognize me and spoil this for Adele, she pleaded silently. 

"What brings you back this way, ranger? I thought you were headed for the city." Carlen inquired.

"I was, but I encountered some bandits and saved these two lovely ladies from them. Ah, don't mind the one in the cloak. She is rather shy and doesn't talk much. But this here is Adele. She lost everything to the bandits and isn't interested in going to the city. I remembered you lived here alone with your children and thought perhaps you'd be interested in having a female around once again. Adele is all for being here, if you would have her."

Carlen smiled at her and held out his hand to her, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, sweet Adele. I would be honored to have you. Would you stay?"

Adele blushed like a girl and smiled, taking stock of the cabin, the children, and Carlen, "Yes, I would like that."

"You will not regret it then. I thank you for remembering me and thinking of me so highly, ranger. My home is open to you and yours whenever you need safe shelter."

"Thank you, but I believe my companion and I are headed back to the city. We have been away for far too long." Anden inclined his head, finished his tea, and escorted Shiloh to the door. He walked with her back to the camp, tenderly holding her hand in his. 

She stopped in the center of the bridge and watched the flowing water for a few moments. She knew they would most likely head back to Betancuria in the morning, so this would be their last night together. She would return to the Bear Pit and explain to Master Nathan what had happened. She figured he may think she must have run away to the North. It surprised her that Vico hadn't come after her to ascertain her whereabouts and bring her back. He seemed to know everything else she was doing. She just hoped that for the time being, Anden would be her own little secret.

"You seem troubled?" Anden deduced, eyeing her carefully. He watched her with a concerned expression on her face.

"This will be our last night out here." It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes, m'lady. Are you not looking forward to going back?"

"I am."

Anden cupped her face. "Then what is the trouble, Lady Shiloh?"

"I wish I had more time to spend with you alone," she murmured as she leaned against him. "Once we are back in the city, we will have other obligations to keep us apart. I have enjoyed this time with you more than words can express."

"As have I, but we will manage, m'lady." Anden embraced her clumsily then pulled back. "Let us return to camp and rest while we can."

"Very well," she agreed. 

The day passed quickly and night soon approached. Anden went about the task of cleaning their dishes and stowing them away inside the wagon. He busied himself with the menial tasks to keep his mind off everything Shiloh had said to him as well as all that had happened so far. He almost could not believe his luck that such a beautiful woman would be interested in him. Was it out of gratitude that she felt this way? Or was it something more? Anden knew he must discover the answers to these questions before things progressed even further between them.

When he returned to camp, he noticed that Shiloh had banked the fire and was preparing to rest for the night. She rolled out her blankets and had removed the heavy cloak she had worn most of the day. He watched as she stretched and yawned pitifully. Their eyes met as she caught him staring. He blushed and averted his eyes, rolling out his blankets and making preparations to get some sleep as well.

Hmmmm….Shiloh smiled to herself. She knew this may be her only chance to cuddle a bit with her shy, proper ranger. She watched as he crawled into his sleeping bag and closed his eyes. Quietly she waited, slipping out of her remaining clothing and crept over to Anden.

She tapped him on the shoulder softly. "What?!" He reached for his weapons, jerking upright to see what was wrong.

"It's just me," she whispered.

He relaxed and exhaled. "Lady Shiloh?"

"May I join you?" she asked with a smile. 

A puzzled expression crossed his handsome features and he nodded, allowing her to quickly crawl inside the bag with him. "Are you well, m'lady?"

"I was so cold."

"Yes, it is a chilly night."

Shiloh cuddled up to him, enjoying the feel of his warm body against hers. It seeped into her skin and she let out a soft moan.

"Oh," He gasped as he took note of her nakedness. His manhood lengthened and hardened and she smiled to herself. Almost...Her plan was close to fruition. 

She huddled against the heat of his body, lying completely still so as not to scare him away. She wanted him …she wanted this and knew that deep down he did as well.

He sucked in a breath and held it, shifting every now and then, as he clumsily kept his arm along her side. Shiloh stayed perfectly still, simply snuggling into his heat. He sucked in a breath and held it once more, slowly exhaling. She could feel his body tremble, held taut and rigid against her. Yet one part betrayed him. His rampant cock protruded from under his smallclothes, pressing against her backside. A gasp escaped from both of their lips.

After a few tense moments, she felt his hand begin to softly caress her neck and her hair. She turned her head towards him, pressing a sweet gentle kiss against his mouth. At first his lips remain closed, but with a gasp they opened and they indulged in a tender kiss for a nice long while.

Anden stroked his fingers over her shoulders, hips, and breasts, tenderly familiarizing himself with the contours of her shape. Though she longed to moan and sigh, she remained silent, allowing him to explore. The pink peaks of her nipples quickly grew firm under his gentle touch. 

He kissed her once more, his tongue snaking out to play with hers before he pulled away. "M'lady, we shouldn't do this," he softly protested.

"Shhhhhhhhh,just hold me, please? I'm so cold,"

Anden nodded slowly and wrapped his arms around her, capturing her lips in another tender kiss. He ignored the voice in his head that cautioned him to go no further with her. Shiloh allowed a small sigh of pleasure to escape her lips and snuggled back against him even more. She loved the feel of him next to her, his warmth engulfing her. He embraced her even tighter, bringing her back flush with his chest. His lips sought hers once again, and he bestowed upon her another lingering, passionate kiss.

Then he gasped, suddenly feeling her wet walls enveloping him, surrounding his manhood with succulent heat. Shiloh gasped, surprised at the size of the member that just filled out her tight passage. He began to move his hips, slowly thrusting into her from behind. She didn't want this to end…not so soon. She remained mostly still, cuddling back into him with a small tiny rocking motion of her hips to compliment the thrusting of his. 

Anden groaned, burying his face in her hair, and pressed her tighter against him. He shuddered and spasmed inside her.

"Oh Lady Shiloh…"

"I love you, Anden," she whispered as she smiled back at him.

A slight blush crept into his cheeks. "And I you, M'lady, with all of my heart…"

He held her close and began to kiss her once more; this time in a more relaxed way…He took his time, caressing her shoulders and breasts while holding his manhood inside her still.

"Please touch me there…" Shiloh guided his fingers to the cleft between her legs, introducing him to her most sensitive spot. He shyly traced over her belly, then over her lower lips. She placed her hand on his and gently guided his movements. Cuddling up to him, she opened her legs and slowly excited herself using his fingers. 

She moaned loudly, writhing against him. Noticing her glowing pleasure, he began to explore her body, caressing her sweetly. Shiloh took her time, enjoying his sweet touch and his warm body next to her. Soon enough she felt him growing firm again, pleasantly filling out her wet channel. She rocked her hips, sighed with pleasure, and closed her eyes. His tender manipulations on her swollen clit had her shaking with bliss while he rapidly thrust into her from behind. She moaned and shivered, knowing her time was so close. 

Anden grunted and hugged her tightly, shooting his warm seed into her receptive depths once more. Shiloh groaned, urging him on. His fingers pressed against the swollen nub of her clit, exciting her further. She gasped once more and offered her lips up to him for another passionate kiss. Then she shuddered as she reached her peak, her juices engulfing his cock. Aahhhh, it felt so very sweet. He lovingly wrapped his arms around her, staying deep inside, and kissed her again. 

They snuggled together and slipped off into a peaceful, restive sleep. 

O.O

Anden found himself cradled between her lush thighs when he awoke. He let out a small groan and blushed red with disbelief. What had he done? A sigh escaped his lips as she snuggled into the warmth of his body. He tried to move, but in that instant her legs locked around his waist, pinning him to her. She nuzzled her face into his neck and softly whispered, "Stay with me, please…"

Shiloh parted her legs and felt his full raging hardness poke against her lower lips. She shifted and took him inside her. With a giggle, she flipped him onto his back and straddled him. Anden grunted as she slammed her hips down upon his, taking him as deep as nature would allow. She threw her head back and moaned, slowly rocking her hips back and forth. Taking hold of his hands, she lifted them to her breasts and guided his movements. He plucked her taut pink nipples and she gasped, causing her wet walls to tighten around him. Another grunt escaped his lips and she knew he was close. Reaching behind her bottom, she skimmed her fingers over his tightened sac. He panted roughly. Shiloh giggled as her fingers dipped lower, just below his balls. She pressed firmly and Anden threw back his head, groaning long and low in his throat. She knew that would allow him to experience the pleasure without achieving release. She wasn't through with him yet. Anden gripped her hips, bringing her flush against his body as he surged up into her with a dynamic penetration. Shiloh rocked her hips, taking all he had to give and demanding more of him. 

Their lips connected as she pressed her breasts to the hard wall of his chest. Shiloh moaned into his mouth as the head of his dick brushed the sweet spot inside her. She shuddered and tightened around him as an orgasm gripped her. Wet juices bathed his cock. Anden moaned as the vibrations took control of him. He was so close again, but wanted to please her. He kissed her hungrily. Their tongues slid into each other's mouths. His cock was still buried deep inside her. He rolled her over onto her back. As he devoured her with his demanding kiss, he started pumping his cock in and out of the snug, slippery confines of her pussy again. It didn't take long. He let out a shout as the most incredible thing he'd ever experienced washed over him. Spasm after spasm rocked him to the core as his seed shot out to coat her pussy. Anden knew he wanted her for the rest of his life. Sheer elation soared within him. 

As he ceased to tremble, he smiled down at her. "Oh, m'lady, I love you."

Shiloh responded in kind by wrapping her arms around him. "I love you, my very good Anden."

He rested his head between her breasts, smiling at the thought of their future together. He gasped as the fantasy shattered. "M'lady…" he pulled back from her, scrambling to his feet. He quickly gathered his clothes and hastily pulled them on.

"Anden?" Shiloh sat up and eyed him with uncertainty. "What's wrong?"

He lowered his eyes. "I am truly sorry, M'lady. I do not know how I could allow this to happen."

Shiloh gasped and pouted. "Anden, it was truly beautiful. It felt so right."

He helped her to her feet and knelt before her, taking hold of her hand. "Lady Shiloh, I dishonored you. I should not have, but I swear to you, by my life, that I will restore your honor. I will marry you. It is the right thing to do, if you would still have me."

"You wish to marry me, Anden?"

"Yes, M'lady, I would, if you would have me." He looked up at her with pleading eyes.

Shiloh smiled down at him. "My very good Anden, you are such a jewel." 

He placed a soft kiss upon her fingers and beamed at her brightly. "You should put some clothes on, Lady Shiloh."

She offered her lips to him and planted a kiss upon his cheek. "Am I not beautiful?"

"Very much so, but you may become chilled."

She chuckled, "I suppose I should dress so not to tempt you further," she teased him, playfully winking at him. She pulled a clean black halter and skirt from her pack, making a show of cleaning and dressing herself. She could hear Anden shift and clear his throat every once in a while. She knew he was trying not to watch her, but had failed miserably. It was almost as if he could not take his eyes off of her. 

In truth he could not. His head and heart warred with each other. He walked to the edge of the camp, wrestling with his emotions. His head warned him that what they had indulged in was wrong. It had happened outside the bonds of holy matrimony. Yet his heart told him differently. She was truly a treasure to behold. He had never experienced anything even remotely close to the feelings she brought out in him. Still his honor would not allow their relationship to continue until he had put things to rights. He resolved to wed her. It was the only way. With his conscience clear for the moment, he turned around and started to break camp. He put out the fire and gathered the bandit's belongings, stowing them in the wagon. He then dismantled the awning and closed the wagon's door. He would report the bandit activity to his guild so they could send a party of rangers out to move it. He felt it would be necessary to discourage the continuation of some lawlessness. Noticing that Shiloh was ready, he hefted his pack onto his back and extended his hand to her. She took it, allowing him to lead her down the road home to Betancuria. 

Neither spoke much. She enjoyed the feel of his warm hand as thoughts of what would happen next filled her. She wasn't ready to get married, but she had found something she liked in Anden. He was very acquiescent and undemanding. She could mold him into her personal little sex slave. She could also get used to his brand of sweetness, but that didn't mean she wished to spend the rest of her life saddled with him. She had her lessons to complete and she was sure Anden would be against his wife being a member of the local thieves' guild. He was a ranger. It was his duty to uphold the law. She also was sure he had not the faintest inkling of who she really was, despite the fact that he had taken to calling her by Lady or M'lady. 

Her lips twitched as the thought filled her with glee. Yes, she needed her own little personal fuck toy. A part of her delighted in twisting the good ranger to her own means and needs. He wouldn't know what had happened to him until he became so dependant on her that he could not do without her. She smiled to herself, giving him a satisfied look. He cocked an eyebrow at her, wondering what had caused that look of…perhaps…pleasure to cross her face. 

She pressed herself to him and stole a kiss then took off running, laughing wildly. He chased after her, tackling her. He pulled her to the ground and covered her. "M'lady, you tempt much," he warned as he began to tickle her relentlessly.

Shiloh squealed, breathlessly begging him to stop. Anden chuckled, and stood up. He helped her to her feet, and brushed her off, blushing red as his hand smoothed over her nearly bare bottom. "Anden..." she sighed, a soft moan of pleasure slipping from her.

He backed off quickly. "Forgive me, Lady Shiloh."

She shushed him and planted another soft kiss upon his lips. "There is nothing to forgive, Anden. It was fun. At least you didn't turn me over your knee and spank me for my naughtiness."

He looked at her rather expectantly, wondering what she was talking about, but did not ask. When she failed to comment further, he led her on until they reached the city gates.

"Well, here we are, back in the city," Anden smiled.

Shiloh peered at the gates, taking note of the amount of Dhorn guards stationed around it.

Anden quickly noticed her tension. "Are you afraid of the Dhorn soldiers, Lady Shiloh?"

She shook her head. "No, not afraid, but I'd rather not be seen by them. The Dhorn soldiers were responsible for the death of my family."

Anden gasped, cocking an eyebrow. "When, m'lady?"

"When they invaded Betancuria. My parents were killed in the castle. I barely… escaped." She shuddered and rested her head against his shoulder.

"I tell you this. We will not have any problems entering the city. They know us rangers and let us pass."

"Are you friends with the Dhorn?" she muttered softly, nearly disappointed.

Anden shook his head. "A ranger will not interfere with politics, but will help anyone in need, regardless of birth or station."

Shiloh exhaled loudly. It was obvious he did not know who she was.

"So shall we?" 

"Yes," she smiled, trusting him. 

They reached the gates and Anden stepped forward, putting her behind him before addressing the guards. "Greetings, I am Anden Goodmanner. I'm in the ranger guild and this lovely lady with me is my companion."

The gate captain motioned to one of his soldiers. "Greetings, ranger. You may pass." He waved them through. 

Shiloh held onto Anden, burying her face into his chest. She followed him as they walked through the city gates and into the southern part of the city. They strolled hand in hand as they crossed the south bridge. He came to a halt when they reached the ranger's guild and The Thousand Steps Inn.

"Lady Shiloh?" He held one of her hands in his.

"Yes, Anden, what is it?"




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 21



He sighed. "I have to leave you temporarily. I must visit my guild for my report."

Shiloh glanced over at the guild house. "Alright. There are things I must do as well. I must let a few people know what has happened to me."

"I figured as much. I'd very much like to see you again. Would you tell me where you live? I would like to stop by when I am finished. There is much we must discuss." He smiled.

"I would like that. I live at the Bear Pit Restaurant in Northern Betancuria." Shiloh replied, dreamily thinking about the warm stove beside her head and of seeing Vico as well.

"The Bear Pit. Got it. That's not too far from my sister's Palace of Beauty. I'll see you soon, sweet Shiloh." Anden planted a kiss on her hand and dashed off to the guild. She turned the other way and walking into the inn. She noticed the paladin and his lady were present in the common room. 

She approached Master Kelten. He smiled at her. "You are back." It was more of a statement rather than a question.

"Yes, Master Kelten. Betancuria is my home, plus I met the most wonderful ranger on my way back. He nursed me back to health after I'd encountered some bandits."

"You have passed my lesson, then."

She tilted her head in askance. "That was all? Running back through the wilderness."

"Yes, I, as well as Master Nathan, wanted to see if given the choice if you'd come back."

"As you see, I have."

"It is good to see that, girl. I believe Nathan wants to see you."

Shiloh inclined her head and turned back to the door. She exited and made her way back to the Bear Pit, practically running all the way. She was happy to be back. She couldn't wait to see Chella and have a bowl of her wonderful stew. She smiled at the thought of taking a long hot bath and sleeping in her small cozy bed. And most of all, she needed to see Vico again. She would visit his home to see if he was there. She needed his forceful brand of passion. She needed his touch, but first she needed to see Master Nathan.

With a sigh, she quickened her pace. Welcome to the first day of your new life, she thought to herself.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 22



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Seven days gone found Shiloh standing before a familiar place. She was home, at The Bear Pit. She slowed for a moment to take in the sight of the place that had been her whole life for the many months since her world was turned upside down. She pushed the door open and entered through the front door. Several of the waitresses stopped what they were doing long enough to rush to her side and bestow upon her many fond embraces.

"I am so happy you have returned and that you are well. We were so worried about you, Shiloh. And I believe there is someone upstairs that is beside herself in concern over what has become of you," Mary winked at Shiloh. 

"Chella?"

"Oh! Yes, her too, but Nicca was whom I meant," the dark haired waitress bubbled before resuming her serving duties.

"What about Caron, Mary? Is he here as well? I need to see him. I treated him quite poorly and have much to make up for."

A frown crossed Mary's face. "I haven't seen Caron in over a week. Trissa is beside herself over that. She is convinced that he is with you."

"He has definitely not been with me," Shiloh shook her head, pondering their last meeting. She had been overly harsh with him, almost taunting him with her relationship with Vico. 

Mary shrugged at her. "Well, I have work to do." She went about her business.

Shiloh hustled up the stairs to the kitchen level. She turned to Nelina. "Hey, when was the last time you saw Caron?"

"Shiloh! Where have you been?" Nelina exclaimed then ran over to the doorway leading to Chella's domain. "Good news! Shiloh's back!"

"No, Nelina," she protested as Chella, Nicca, Wally, Silia, Celia and Denny spilled out of the room and mobbed her. She found herself caught up in several crushing embraces and geysers of joyous tears before she managed to break away. The cries of relief and the squeals of happiness filled the hallway. It was Chella that held her the longest. "You're squashing me, Chella."

Chella released her and wiped away a few of her tears. "I was so worried about you. I begged Nathan to send Vico or someone after you, but he claimed it wasn't necessary. He said he would wait a few more days. He said it was your choice to make. But I prayed you would come back to me and you have. You look so thin. Have you not eaten?"

"I was injured by bandits and a ranger nursed me back to health. I am fine now, but it was touch and go for a few tense moments."

"Bandits, mercy! If it's not one thing harming you, it's another. I must really speak to Master Nathan. He needs to keep you out of danger's way." Chella huffed as she coddled Shiloh. 

"Chella, I could have avoided the bandits, but I chose not to. They had taken one of the local rangers' captive. I had to free him. It turned into a bit of a bloodbath after that. I was shot by a poisoned arrow and the ranger took care of me. The ranger is very valiant and gallant and an incredibly fine man. I think you would approve of him."

Chella cocked an eyebrow at Shiloh. "We shall talk about it, young lady."

Shiloh shook her head as Nicca wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tightly. The teenager's teary-eyed face beamed at her. "I have so missed you, Shiloh. I knew you wouldn't leave me here all alone. And guess what, Uncle Rhys is all better. He came by to see me incognito. That means in secret. It was kind of exciting!"

"I bet it was, my little dumpling." Shiloh smiled widely. "Tell you what, if you let me go upstairs to speak to the big boss man, then I shall come back afterwards and I'll take you to the bakery for a slice of your favorite pie. Deal?"

"Yes!" Nicca exclaimed and relinquished her death lock hug on her friend. Chella herded everyone else back into the kitchen. The matronly woman was overjoyed to see Shiloh again, but she knew Shiloh had other obligations at this moment and she knew that she'd have plenty of time to spend with Shiloh once Master Nathan fully welcomed her into the organization.

With a smile, Shiloh turned back to Nelina. "Where is Caron? Has he been here today?"

Nelina cocked an eyebrow at her. "Shiloh, Caron hasn't been here since he punched his fist through that wall. That's been over a week now. You really upset him. Trissa hasn't even seen nor heard from him and let me tell you something else. She has been in one nasty foul mood ever since."

"Has Vico been here at all?" 

"Nearly every day. My backside can barely handle any more of his nonsense. Tell ya the truth, he's not acting like himself either. He's more vulgar than usual. I don't know what the hell went on with you two, but the repercussions of it have affected a whole lot of people. Ah, I think I've said too much. You need to get your pretty bum moving upstairs. The boss does not like to be kept waiting," Nelina told her as she thumbed a motion at the stairs.

"Thank you." Shiloh made haste on her way up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Her long legs ate up the distance and soon she was striding confidently toward Warent and Wesh who stood guard outside of Master Nathan's office. Her eyes flicked over both of them rather appraisingly. This wasn't the stare of an appreciative woman and they all knew it. 

"Look who's back," Wesh quipped at her as she passed between him and Warent. She threw a glare at him and continued on, acting as if they were both beneath her notice.

"Haughty fuckin' bitch," Warent muttered to Wesh, who guffawed loudly. 

But Shiloh ignored the insult and kept walking. She made it into the inner office in six long strides. She cleared her throat and dropped a respectful curtsy before Nathan.

A smile split her face. "I have passed all my lessons!"

"I am glad you have returned, Shiloh. I had begun to wonder what became of you," Nathan replied as he looked up from his ledger. He closed it and set it aside. Standing up from the chair, he approached Shiloh. His expression was extremely neutral and not a hint of emotion shown in his emerald gaze.

"I would have figured you already knew what tragedy had befallen me. Being such a successful spymaster, I would have figured you had eyes and ears everywhere," she taunted him snidely, not being to hide her derision from him.

"I did have eyes and ears on the lookout for you, but it would seem that you killed them all...oh, all but one."

Shiloh gasped, "Your eyes and ears nearly killed me. If it weren't for the RANGER they had as a prisoner, I would be dead. Would that make you happy? If that was your goal, you failed. You should have sent Vico."

Nathan frowned at her. "Vico is too busy to be bothered. He is too valuable to play babysitter to a spoiled brat. And for the record, they were supposed to keep an eye on you. But they were trying to accomplish their own goals at the same time. A liability any way you look at it."

"I have found I have a knack for killing. I'm good at it, Master Nathan. I never would have thought it so," Shiloh flashed her evil grin at him.

He took note of it. "Have a seat, Shiloh. There is much I have been promising to explain to you. There is much you need to know. It started about twenty years ago. Your father had gone to war with, I don't remember who, and Betancuria was under siege. For the third time that year. Food was non existent. Thieves cut your throat just for the shoes you were wearing. Shops were being plundered. Your father didn't care. He was interested in wars, in territory, in power. He conquered when he could, and when things went wrong, he hid in his castle."

"I find that hard to believe, but you are not the only person who has said such things to me. Arto Benthur had similar things to say. Only he did not know exactly who he was speaking to." A sigh slipped from her lips. "It seems everything I've ever thought to be true is in truth a lie. I thought my father cared for this city."

"He did, as long as it produced soldiers for his army. But I don't blame him. In a way, it is good that things happened this way. You see, Shiloh, this all started before you were even born. I had this restaurant back then already. Just like Hatori had the tea shop, Igor his smithy, Frank the Thousand Steps. And we decided it was enough. We started hitting the local thugs. It was not difficult to find them. We set their hideouts on fire when they slept. We shot an arrow in their back when they plundered in the streets. We poisoned their wine when they drank in our taverns." Nathan continued on his monologue. "We were quite successful. They were gangs, unorganized, changing leaders daily. We on the other hand had a structure, a goal, and the support of the people. We got the upper hand. It was a smuggler named Drago who saw that the only way the thieves would stand a chance against us was to organize themselves as well. But the result would have been a war in the streets. So instead, he came to me."

"Can you make your point already?" Shiloh huffed, impatiently.

Nathan's glare at her took on an almost menacing quality. It was obvious to him that Shiloh thought she was above his wrath and he knew he must rectify the situation before she became even more belligerent with him. No one crossed the boss in such a manner. She may be the rightful heir to the throne of Betancuria, but she was not as untouchable as she would like to think. "I am getting there, Shiloh. You would be wise not to interrupt me anymore. Now as I was saying. The idea was very simple. Why fight each other when you can control the whole thing? So we formed the family. We took in every cutpurse, every shopkeeper, every whore, and every merchant. We made sure there was no more plundering in the streets. We made sure that stealing and shop lifting stayed at a certain limit. We also made sure that only we smuggled goods into and out of the city. Nobody sold something that we didn't want to be sold. People played by our rules. We never interfered with the military. We sure bribed a few soldiers, but we did not want to upset the authorities. Your father ruled the Castle, but the streets were ours. Things have been very good for us."

"Until my father picked a fight he had no hope of winning," Shiloh added as she remembered many of the conversations she had overheard between her father and his most trusted advisors. Her father became too greedy for his own good. He wanted to assume rule of Dhorn and expand Betancuria's wealth and his power base.

"Exactly. Things have become complicated now and very dangerous, especially for you." He turned his intense green gaze upon her fully. "And despite all the havoc you have wreaked upon us over the past several weeks, I feel the safest course for you is to join 'The Family.' You've shown a remarkable talent for the work we do."

"May I speak freely? For all your wondrous explanations, I still feel as if you've told me absolutely nothing. Cut the bullshit, what'll I be required to do?"

His emerald glare turned dark with restrained anger. He knew she was hell bent on antagonizing him, but wasn't sure what had brought it on. "Shiloh, you tempt too much. As for what you will have to do... that all depends on what is going on at the moment. And you may decline any jobs you do not feel comfortable with. However, I would prefer those be done without killing being involved. A simple 'no' will suffice."

The look on her face turned serious and thoughtful as she pondered her decision. She rubbed her chin as she met his gaze. "Tell me more."

"You'll also get your own apartment. I assume you'll be glad to be out of the kitchen."

"To have a private place of my very own will be very welcoming."

He cocked a brow at her. "Your decision, Shiloh?"

"I have no desire to leave this city and I assume that is my only option if I do not take you up on your offer. Therefore, I accept, on one condition."

"You seem to think you're calling the shots here, don't you?"

"I'm not that stupid. I wouldn't be half surprised that Vico isn't hiding in some dark corner, waiting to do me in if I were to tell you to stick your offer where the sun doesn't shine. I do accept as long as you rescind that ridiculous 'off limits' decree. I am old enough to make my own decisions and that includes who I do and do not sleep with. And honestly, I did NOT beg Vico to fuck me. He pursued me quite vigorously. He did everything he could to warn every other man off as well because he wanted me to himself. I've spent many a night in his bed in his private apartment in the sewers."

"He has told me everything and I'm surprised you kept it from me after the uproar you made after he raped you. I wouldn't have you killed if you decided not to accept my offer. I'd ask you to leave the city and never return as long as you live. You possess knowledge that might endanger us, should it fall in the wrong hands. I won't let you do that. Now that is only if you don't join us."

"Like I said, Master Nathan, I have no desire to leave this city. It is my home, so I do accept your offer."

A tiny ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. "Very well, Shiloh. Welcome to the family. As far as your apartment goes, we do have a vacant accommodation. The address is 2 Acorn Street, first floor. Right around the block. It's not a palace, but it's a start. It's yours from now on. Here's your key. If you do well in the family, you may earn better lodging."

"Perhaps one day I'll have clawed my way high enough to once again take up residence in the castle," she smirked wryly.

Nathan shook his head at her. "Talk to Alfons, Mando or Jacia about available jobs. You'll get your payment from them as well. Lodging is free, but you have to earn food, clothes and so on yourself."

"And what if I am recognized by my neighbors? I would prefer to not go through another incident like with the veterinarian."

"If it happens again, just let me know about it and I shall take care of it. The Family cares, Shiloh. We take care of our own." 

"Thank you, Master Nathan."

He inclined his head at her. "I have one special task though. Those scumbags that have allied themselves with the Dhorn and are spying on us. It's a top priority to find out who they are. Or just where they are. If you find out anything come to me at once. This task is top priority."

"Isn't this the same task you had charged Caron with?" Shiloh asked as she weighed her apartment key in her hand. Something wasn't adding up. Caron hadn't been seen in over a week. 

"Yes, it is the very same, but I have not heard a thing from Caron and before you explode like a fireball, listen to me. We've been searching for Caron and we've been unable to find him. You must succeed in this. The answers you uncover may well lead us to what has happened to him."

Shiloh nodded as her mind raced. "I will not fail you, Master Nathan." She curtsied one last time and took her leave of his office. She had to find Caron. Whatever his fate may be, he did not deserve it. 

Cold chills ran down her spine. She knew time was of the essence. She had to succeed. Caron's very life depended on it.

O.O

Shiloh made haste down the stairs to the kitchen. She entered it with a cheery smile that she didn't quite feel on her face. She was more than a little worried about Caron. If some terrible fate had befallen him it was her fault. She had goaded him over her relationship with Vico. He had been concerned about her well-being and she had thrown it back into his face. She remembered the conversation as if had just happened. His voice in her head haunted her as the look on his face danced before her eyes. She sighed as she replayed it in her head.

"Are you okay? I have been worried about you, sweetie," Caron caressed her cheek gently. "No one knew where you were."

"Everyone knows where I was or they think they do. I am not so good and this time it won't be so easily cured," Shiloh lowered her eyes. "I must go, Caron."

"Has Vico been treating you well?" 

Her teary eyed gaze met his as she snapped her head up. "What do you think, Caron?"

"I think no. Dammit, Shiloh. That idiot doesn't deserve you. You are so much better than that," Caron glared at her. "All he is interested in is fucking you. Have you heard what he says about you behind your back? He makes fun of you. I overheard him describing in detail how he has fucked you and what you let him do to you. He bragged about it. He is using you and when he is through with you, he will throw you aside like garbage and never look back. Is that what you want?"

Shiloh slapped him soundly. "That's the face he shows everyone else, but I know differently. It's none of your business, Caron. Do as Vico told you and stay away from me! You are jealous!"

How could she have been so stupid? That was she failed to see his true feelings for her ripped holes in her heart. Caron, she whispered to herself, where are you? The crate filled hallway seemed utterly empty without his presence here.

"Shiloh!" Nicca's joyous squeal interrupted her thoughts and pulled her back to the present. She bounced around Shiloh quite merrily. "Can we go now?"

Her cheerfulness was infectious and Shiloh let it sweep over her. "Yes, let's go!"

Nicca grabbed a cloak to wrap up in while Shiloh grabbed a few personal items from her armoire in her room. She would miss her cozy little bed near the always warm fire, but the lure of her own apartment was too great to turn down. The two set off, leaving the Bear Pit behind, and headed up Acorn Street to the Bakery.

A few pieces of pie later found them stuffed and ready for more shopping. "Hey, let's head over to Fortune Teller's. I have a few gold pieces. I'd love to have my future foretold." Nicca giggled. 

"Your future is what you make of it, sweetie, but if it's what you want to do, then let's go. I think I'll have mine told as well."

Nicca threw back the hood on her cloak and took off running as fast as she could, bouncing through puddles as she went. Several Dhorn soldiers barked orders at her to cease her frivolity. She smirked at them and continued at a skipping pace. Shiloh kept a watchful eye upon her young charge, ready to step in if any of the Dhorn became hostile in any manner. "Shiloh, keep up!" Nicca exclaimed as she reached the door first. 

"Yes, little dumpling." Shiloh smiled as she joined her promptly and opened the door to the shop. As they entered the overwhelming scent of burning incense took hold of her senses. She coughed as it choked her and brought tears to her eyes. 

"What's that smell?" Nicca whispered as she covered her mouth and nose with her hand. 

"Patchouli, I believe."

"I don't like it," the teenager coughed.

Shiloh nodded in agreement and stepped further into the shop. They were greeted by a gypsy woman wearing brightly colored sarongs and scarves. 

"Do come in, my children," she spoke softly. Her voice took on an almost mystical quality, throaty and sensuous. "I am Sannah. How may I help you this day?"

"We are interested in having our fortunes told," Nicca beamed. "I have brought 4 gold pieces with me. Is that enough?"

"I usually charge 10, but for you, my sweet, I will only charge 2," Sannah smiled at the bubbling girl.

Nicca bounced about happily before handing Sannah the 2 gold pieces. 

"Have a seat, child, while I consult the realm of mysticism in my crystal ball." Sannah sat down before it and began to chant softly. She worked her hands around the globe before looking back at Nicca. "Ah, child, the spirits have showed me much. Your path is very clear to me. I see happiness, the free reign of the heart in overflowing joy and abundant love. You have been fortunate. But something threatens the sanctity of it. You are living in a world of fantasy and illusion. Unrealistic and vain hopes. The threat seems to be a brutal aspect of power. Violence. Consuming heat.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 22



Yet I also see mystery. Changeability. Unseen and unknown forces of the night, and unpredictable transformations from the mutable moon. Young womanhood. Feminine beauty. And friendship, a true heart.

There is balance. Security. The cycle of nature. The protection of family. But not without tyranny, pomposity and self-indulgence." Sannah glanced up at Nicca. "But nothing is set in stone. Destiny is shaped by our choices."

"Thank you so much, but what does it all mean?" Nicca asked.

"You shall have many moons to mull it over on your own, my dear child." Sannah accepted a vial from her assistant and drank it down. "A word to the wise, your fortune was for you and you alone. I will not be able to give you another."

Nicca nodded. "Now for Shiloh."

Shiloh beamed at Nicca before giving her a hug. "Yes, my turn," she said as she handed Sannah 10 gold coins.

Sannah eyed her thoroughly before turning back to her crystal ball. She made several noises with her throat before looking up at her newest client. "Your path is twisted, child. Your future is not clear. There are many possibilities yet. 

I see a dark path... It's a foreign land you walk in, knowing no happiness, just sorrow and fear... and blood. I see your hands, your arms, your face, stained with the blood of your enemies... 

Side by side you walk with the dark one. You lead him, but he holds the chain around your neck... 

There is more. I see icy cold. Stars shining from a moonlit sky. Mists of air gathering around you as you stumble through the snow to find the one who is so much like you... 

You killed the king! But you need him to return home... 

Together you stand on the island, but there's only death around you... You walk the land of the dead, not knowing whether you are a part of it yet... 

I see a temple. It's evil. It draws you near. It swallows you... 

There's blood on your hands. You've killed your comrades so you may live! 

You lie with the black knight. He makes you scream out in ecstasy! Your bodies are entangled, your skin is covered with sweat... 

In the end, you are betrayed."

Shiloh sprang up from the chair, glaring down at the gypsy with wide eyes. Some of what Sannah had to say she clearly understood. The black knight...That was Vico. It could only be him that fit that description. That had already come to pass. Absorbed in her thoughts, she stood quietly for a few long moments while the gypsy woman cleared her crystal ball. It was only when Nicca shook her quite forcefully that she snapped out of her reverie.

"Let's go, Shiloh!" 

Shiloh smiled at her and followed her out the door. "And where you are in an all fire hurry to get to, sugar dumpling?"

"Nowhere really. I just needed some fresh air," Nicca smiled. "Where do you want to go?"

"Well, Master Nathan gave me an apartment of my own. Would you like to go with me to see it? I think it's the perfect thing to share with you, my little sweetling." Shiloh asked her.

"Does that mean you won't be sharing a room with me anymore?" The expression on Nicca's face turned sad.

"Yes, it means that, but I'm just right around the corner from the Bear Pit and you can come over anytime you would like to. How about that?"

"I would very much like that. Will I be able to sleepover sometimes, too?" 

"Yes, you will sweetie. I promise."

Nicca let out a squeal of joy. "Let's go then. I want to see your apartment."

The two girls took off at run passed the fountain and the Bear Pit, stopping when they reached 2 Acorn Street. Shiloh opened the door to the building and entered it. She noticed a door on the ground floor and one at the top of a few stairs. That one must be hers, the one on the first floor. She pulled out her key and giggled happily to herself as she unlocked the door. After all this time, she finally had a place to call her own. 

She opened the door and stepped through, climbing the few stairs. In awe she looked around. It was small but very tidy, and everything in it seemed to be new. Could it be that Master Nathan had everything made especially for her? 

Nicca exclaimed as she ran into the small bedroom and then into the small kitchen area and bath area. "Shiloh, it's wonderful. You have your own little tub, as well."

She followed Nicca, gazing upon the small porcelain hip tub. She could hardly begin to imagine the expense of this, but she greatly appreciated it. She could easily see Chella's fine hand in all of this. Chella knew how much Shiloh enjoyed taking a bath after a day of long hard work. Words escaped her as a lump formed in her throat. She was happy to share this moment with Nicca, but what she really longed for was Vico. She could only imagine the kind of housewarming she'd have if he were here.

And Caron... She recalled the very moment he had told her of the task Master Nathan had given him and if he succeeded in finding the culprits, he could earn his own apartment and how he'd love to have her over for an intimate housewarming just for the two of them. Shiloh knew what Caron had in mind. It seemed to be the only thing on his mind after their rendezvous in the sewers, the one that Vico interrupted. She couldn't blame him. It had felt so good. 

She let out a sigh and turned her gaze back to Nicca. 

The perceptive young girl gave her an odd look. "What is troubling, Shiloh? You don't seem very happy."

"In truth, I'm not. I don't know what has become of Caron and I think I am responsible." A tear flowed down her face. She wiped it away and dashed out of the small room. She headed into the bedroom with Nicca following close behind. Shiloh crawled onto the soft feather bed and buried her face in her hands. 

"Shiloh? Do you want me to get someone for you? Chella, maybe?"

"No, Nicca. Chella can't help me. I need Vico," her tears continued to fall. She snuggled her head into her pillow and cried in earnest. 

Nicca positioned herself beside Shiloh on the bed and hugged her. "Vico scares me," the young girl admitted. "The way he looks at me sometimes... It sends chills down my spine."

The glare Shiloh shot Nicca was enough to make the girl scramble off the bed. "You are only 13 years old, Nicca. He shouldn't be looking at you in any way. I will kill that son of a bitch. I'll take you back to The Bear Pit. I need to have a word with that damned scoundrel."

"Do I have to go back so soon? Can I stay here? The bed is very soft and I'd like to take a nap. Please, Shiloh! If you lock the door, no one will bother me and no one will know I'm here."

"But Chella will worry about you," Shiloh added tersely.

"You can tell her that I'm here. She let me have the day off. Please Shiloh!" Nicca pleaded, flashing big puppy dog eyes at her. 

"Alright, you can stay. The bookshelves seem to be full of books. Perhaps you'll find one that you will like to read." Shiloh busied herself with emptying the contents of her haversack into the chest of drawers and the armoire. She changed into her black catsuit and made sure she put on her cloak. Nicca had settled down on the couch with a large book titled "The Mysterious Tower."

All became quiet in the cozy little apartment except for the crackle of the fire burning in the stove and the sound of pages turning as Nicca read. It had been so long since she had known such absolute peace. It was soothing. She sighed softly. So much so that she wasn't sure she wanted to leave in order to find Vico. He would probably just throw her out.

Shiloh didn't want that. She wanted to make peace with him. She missed his presence in her life on so many levels. Not only because of the incredible passion they shared, but because he made her feel safe. She had naught too worry about when she was with Vico. 

"Shiloh, are you going to take a bath?" Nicca piped up, interrupting her thoughts. "I hear running water."

"It's not me, dumpling. I'm right here." Shiloh replied as she stopped to listen carefully. Her ears picked up the hushed sound of water somewhere not far away. It was barely audible, reminded her of her room in the castle where she would often listen to the rain running down the roof. How very relaxing. Yet the sound puzzled her. Water? Running? This wasn't the sound of rain on the roof. That sound was definitely not coming from above but from down below! She pressed her ear to the wall. "Hmmm..... It sounds to me like there's water running through under the house," Shiloh told Nicca. "One of the adjacent buildings must have a cellar. It has to be because I don't think this one does."

Nicca nodded. "Are you still going out to find Vico?"

"Yes, I am, sweetkins. I'll try not to take too long and I will let Chella know where you are."

"Thank you for letting me stay here, Shiloh. I really appreciate it. I like it here. I wish I could live here with you. I wouldn't take up much space." Nicca pleaded with big sad eyes.

"I'll see what I can do, sweetie. I cannot promise anything, though." Shiloh smiled as she headed for the door. She needed to check out the source of the running water. She had her suspicions, but she hoped that's all they turned out to be.

She pulled her cloak fully up around herself and sneaked out of her building to the door of the one next to hers. It was 1 Acorn Street. She tried to door and found it to be locked. Whipping out her picks, she made short work of the lock and stealthily let herself in. The house she stepped into was neat and clean. She noticed a dwarf sitting at a table, eating. She tiptoed her way over to him and knelt behind his chair. Quickly and as cautiously as she could she slid her hands into his pockets, pulling out a key. She crawled away, making her way over to a chest of drawers. After dispatching a crude poison needle trap, she picked the lock on the drawers, pulling out a large bag of coins, which jingled as she slipped them into her haversack.

The dwarf looked up and scooted back his chair. Wisely she closed the dresser drawer at the same time and squeezed herself under his bed as he came over to investigate the source of the noise. He huffed and growled as he opened the unlocked drawer. "Where are you, thief?" 

Shiloh scooted to the opposite side of the bed and made a tapping noise that sounded like footsteps heading for the door. The dwarf let out a curse and charged in that direction. She wiggled back out, heading for the cellar door while the dwarf dashed out his own front door. His cries of "Thief" could still be heard.

Shiloh thanked her lucky stars as the key she had palmed from the dwarf's pocket opened the heavy cellar door. She stepped through and pulled it shut behind her, walking further into the small cellar. The sound of water was louder here, nearly drowning out the sounds of the varied squeaks and hisses of the rats she could see hiding in the shadows. 

She headed to another door and opened it. It opened up to hallway and a set of stairs that descended through a dark archway. She knew she was close to the sewers now. Her heart pounded as she didn't know what she would find. She sucked in a deep breath. 

Heavy footsteps boomed above her head and she knew that meant the dwarf had returned. She would deal with him later, though.

Instantly she recognized the spot she entered. It was the very same part of the sewers she had overheard the Dhorn soldier and his mysterious companion speaking about finding the leaders of the organization who was behind all the crime in the city. Hmmm... she wondered how much the dwarf upstairs knew. She knew he could shed some light on who the Dhorn collaborators were, and if he wouldn't talk to her, she vowed to track Vico down and have him make the dwarf talk. She figured Vico would enjoy that.

As she turned to leave she heard harsh barking laughter in the distance and out of the corner of her eye caught the hint of movement. Hmmm... who was out there? She turned back, coming face to face with the one person she had not wanted to find here.

Caron approached her slowly. She wondered what he was doing here, but deep down she knew why. She took note of the very odd expression that graced his face. He clumsily reached out to her, his movements seemed rather slow and encumbered. What had happened to him? Had he been here all this time? Shiloh backed off somewhat, eyeing him warily. 

"Caron, what are you doing here?"

He opened his mouth, but only a gurgling sound escaped from his lips. In place of his tongue and teeth, only a bloody pulp could be seen. Shiloh rushed over to him, fighting back the nausea. He clutched her shoulder and tried to speak but only that terrible gurgling sound slipped from his lips. Trembling mightily, his legs buckled beneath him and he collapsed to the floor. As he fell, Shiloh took note of the huge, dark stain covering the front of his armor.

Panic gripped her. She knelt by his side. He had to be badly hurt. It was as if he had no more strength left in him. It made her wonder how he managed to walk that far. She wondered where he had come from. But most of all she knew she had to get him out of here. It was imperative that she save him. This was all her fault. She had to know what she was dealing with though.

Steeling her resolve, she opened the front of his armor in order to inspect his wounds. Blood immediately soaked her fingers. She barely managed to suppress a scream as she noticed he was completely naked underneath his black armor. 

His wounds were worse than anything she had ever seen. Somebody had slit his belly, starting at his genitals, almost all the way up to his neck. And worse yet, it looked like his bowels had been removed. Bloody ragged parts of them were still hanging out. It took every shred of discipline she possessed not to throw up. Caron gazed into her eyes quite pleadingly for a moment, then he sighed as the light faded from his eyes. A sob slipped from her lips as she embraced him. He sighed one last time and breathed his last.

Caron... Dead.

"No, Caron! Don't die on me! Please, no!" A sob slipped from Shiloh's lips as he pulled him into her lap. She cradled him for a few minutes, letting the tears flow freely. This was all her fault. Guilt plagued her something fiercely. If she hadn't been so rude to him, he may not have ended up like this. 

Shiloh sucked in a deep breath. She had to know who was responsible for this. And she vowed to make them pay. She pressed her hands against his ragged, ruined flesh just enough to coat them with his blood. Smearing it all over her face, she silently called for Bastian. She needed his strength to punish whoever did this to Caron. "Bastian, come to me and lend me your strength," she called out as she pulled her blades.

She felt power zing through every fiber of her being. It filled her with heat and desire. For vengeance. For blood. For the kill. Rising to her feet, she followed the trail of blood to a room full of implements of torture. And two Dhorn. She pressed herself against one of the walls, hiding in the shadows as they talked between themselves. 

"I wonder how far our brave little fellow's gonna get," the blond Dhorn soldier commented as he wiped a blood stained blade off on an already bloodied towel.

How they would pay.

The dark haired one chuckled in response. "Do you think we should have killed him?"

An eye for an eye.

The blond one shrugged his shoulders. "Nah, the fool probably won't even reach the stairs. And if he does, it's not likely he'll be able to talk. We can just toss his body in the sewers and let the nasties have at it. And no one will be the wiser. I doubt anyone will miss the miserable sod."

Vengeance.

Barking laughter escaped the dark one. "I think we let him off too easy. We could have learned more if we had applied a tad bit more pressure. He would've talked."

It shall be mine.

"True, but that was fun anyway," The blond one quipped. "We'll catch another one. You'll see that I'm right. Sooner or later, someone will come snooping and we'll be ready. And we will make them tell us everything."

You will pay in blood.

Shiloh felt more power swelling within her. 

Invincible.

Pumping strong in her veins. 

Caron.... I shall avenge thee.

O.O

Silent as a mouse, Shiloh crept up to the dark haired Dhorn soldier. She came within a hair's breadth of him before she slammed the hilt of her poisonous sword against his temple. Her blow was not meant to kill, but to incapacitate. She wanted to be able to take her time with them. She felt the overwhelming need to extract as much pain and information from him as they had done to Caron.

An eye for an eye.

The dark one let out a noise as he crumbled at her feet. The blond one let out a shout of rage and immediately pressed his attack, but Shiloh was quick to evade him. She knew she could not go toe to toe with this man. It would mean her failure, her death. And failure definitely wasn't an option. 

She felt Bastian's power swell within her anew. Her moves became lighting quick as she twirled her deadly blades around the blond soldier. It turned into a show of style, grace and deadly accuracy. Shiloh whirled, wounding the soldier in the shoulder. He snarled in pain, turned sideways, dodged a swipe of her off-hand short sword. The blond spun and there was the whoosh sound as his sword barely cleared Shiloh's neck. She leaped back, avoided a thrust of the sword, then he blocked a downward strike, and that's when Shiloh's one poison sword connected with a slice in the side of the soldier as she penetrated a weak point in his red and black mail. 

The Dhorn hissed as the poison seeped into his system. He brought up his longsword to meet the short sword, his wicked sickle slashing at Shiloh's side only to be met by her other blade. Stone eyes flashed, the blond advanced on her with a flurry of chops that would have seen most mere mortals in pieces, but she met each strike with a parry of her own, proving to be more than a match for the soldier. 

Without the slightest forewarning Shiloh shifted smoothly into a tumble that had her evading his deadly thrust, landing easily behind him, only to be met by a renewed onslaught of blows. 

Burning red orbs met steely grey ones as each party searched for an opening that would end the match, neither gaining nor yielding ground. Their blades met with a clang and sparks flew. Shiloh came with her poison blade leading, aimed low. The blond jumped over it and parried the other short sword, which had come at his left. She twirled and struck at his chest, but blinked when the soldier was no longer standing in front of her. She immediately ducked as a blade swished overhead. She made, what she thought was a fierce growl, which to the Dhorn sounded like a squeal. He gave a great metallic laugh, but stopped abruptly when he found her sword flying in, aimed for his head. She bashed both his temples with the hilt of her short swords. 

He staggered and swayed, dizzy from her attack. As he stumbled, she spun around, bringing up her foot. She kicked at him, connecting with his armored backside. She shoved with all her might, and fell to his hands and knees. It was then that Shiloh pounced on him, landing on his back. Screaming like a banshee, she brought her blades to his neck, slamming them in deep until the points exited the other side.

A sick gurgling noise came from his mouth as blood erupted from his throat, staining the floor ever more. The Dhorn slumped to the stone floor as Shiloh removed her blades from him. 

She brought herself to her feet and stared down at him through cold eyes, watching as he succumbed to death. She spat upon him before she turned to the dark haired one she had knocked out. She would make sure he begged for death long before she granted it to him. Hot blood coursed through her veins. It cried out for revenge. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 22



For Caron. 

O.O

Days passed before Shiloh emerged from the sewer turned torture chamber with Caron slung over her shoulders and the decapitated heads of the Dhorn she held by their blood soaked hair in her equally blood soaked hands. 

As she crested the stairs into the dwarf's apartment, she dropped her burden to the floor and pulled her swords. The dwarf charged at her with his axe in hand. "Murderer!" he bellowed.

Shiloh met him head on. The dwarf had to know that the Dhorn had been using his cellar as their entrance into the sewers and she intended to find out everything. Her swords clashed with his axe, causing sparks to fly. She snarled at him, her white teeth shining bright upon the canvas of blood red skin. 

She slashed her blades at him, nicking his flesh with shallow cuts, cuts meant to slow him. She watched as his eyes glazed and he staggered. His body shook as the poison coursed through him. He went down on one knee before her, laying his axe at her feet. 

"I surrender," he muttered as sweat mingled with blood, coursing down his short, stocky body.

"You'll tell me what I want to know and you'll do it quickly. Do not test me, dwarf," she replied with a voice so cold it sent icicles down his spine.

"I don't know anything," he stammered.

"A friend of mine died down there, disemboweled by two Dhorn! And the only entrance is your cellar! Do you really want me to believe that you've never noticed anybody?! Your life hangs in the balance and I'll feel no remorse for removing your head from your shoulders!"

The dwarf paled visibly as he looked past her to Caron's body and the gruesome heads of the two Dhorn lying on the floor near the entrance to his cellar. "They pay me."

Shiloh glared at him menacingly. "And what of the people they meet with? Who are they?"

"I don't know. They come with their faces hidden," he lowered his gaze to the floor.

"You'd better tell me a little more, or I'll be forced to come back with people who know how to get answers."

His eyes snapped up to meet hers. She could see the fear in them, could smell it coming off him. It hit her in waves. "I swear. I know nothing."

Shiloh extended her hand and slapped him with all the strength she could muster. "That's not good enough, dwarf. We'll see how happy you are after I've sliced open your gut, pulled out your intestines, and threaded them through your nose and out through your ears. Or perhaps I'll ram my swords through your belly button, pull out your intestines through there, and then use them to hang you. Talk! Now!"

"Oh, no, please, I really don't know anything!" He pleaded with her as he gazed wistfully at the door. Thoughts of escape weighed heavy in his mind.

"Pity," she sneered as she advanced on him. "We'll find that out shortly enough."

Shiloh drew back her weapons as she flashed him an evil grin. The dwarf let out a whine and threw his arms up in the air. "No! Wait! Maybe something. I once noticed a strong smell on one. He smelled of oil!"

"Oil, you say?" She halted. "Tell me more."

"Yes. Oil and sweat. It was not very pleasant. I have no idea why anybody would coat himself with oil," he stammered.

"Hmmm, I see." 

"Please, Mistress, don't kill me! I'll leave the city. I swear. I'll never return," he begged her.

Shiloh let loose an evil chuckle. "Do you think I'll let you get away that easily. You have helped my sworn enemy. That makes you no better than they are," she advanced on him, gripping her blades. She quickly slammed both of them deep into his chest and watched as he fell to the floor. 

With a laugh, she searched him and the rest of his apartment, grinning as she found another heavy bag of gold. Stowing it in her haversack, she picked Caron's body and the heads of the two Dhorn up again. As she made her way around the corner, she was met by screams of shock and revulsion. 

Her skin, her clothes, her hands were covered in the blood of her enemies. The gruesome visage she presented caused many to flee from her path. Shiloh sneered at them and entered the Bear Pit.

More screams accompanied by the sounds of fierce retching met her inside the restaurant. She ignored them and made her way up to Master Nathan's office. He had to know what had happened.

A shocked voice met her as she stepped through the door. "Shiloh, what is the meaning of this?" Nathan bellowed as he took in the bloody sight before him.

She laid Caron's body at his feet and held up her gory trophies. "I found the secret spot in the sewers where I had heard that Dhorn solider talking to the other man. It can be accessed through the cellar of a dwarf... I found Caron there. These two had tortured him for information. I don't believe they found out anything, though. I overheard this one," she held up the head of the blond one, "bemoan to this one that he wished they would have found out more."

"Shiloh, how did he die?" 

She dropped the heads to the floor and opened Caron's armor, showing him what had happened to Caron. "The Dhorn disemboweled him."

"And the Dhorn?"

"This one died quickly," she kicked the head of the blond one. "This one felt my wrath. An eye of an eye. I made him suffer as they made Caron suffer."

Nathan nodded calmly, though Shiloh's brutality shocked him in ways that surprised him. She was becoming too much like Vico. He let out a small sigh. "I'll have to take a couple of precautions... Did you find out anything else?"

"I questioned the dwarf who owns the house through which the secret meeting spot can be entered. And he admitted to taking money from the Dhorn for letting them use his cellar. He also told me that once he noticed a very strong smell of oil and sweat on one of the masked people the Dhorn met with. The dwarf won't be talking, though. I took care of him. He was a liability we can't afford."

Nathan shook his head as he rubbed his chin. "Oil, you say? Hm. There are no oil traders in the city. But a lot of people use oils for personal hygiene. Maybe somebody who does personal hygiene professionally might tell us more. I want you to check out the Palace of Beauty and the bathhouse."

Shiloh sank down in front of Caron. "It's all my fault. Caron is dead because of me. We had a fight over my relationship with Vico. He told me I could do better. I threw it in his face. Can we not call on Father Derthur? Can he bring Caron back to life?"

Nathan shook his head. "Father Derthur was found dead two days ago, Shiloh. The Dhorn...."

"What about Rhys? Is he dead as well?" Shiloh blurted out, cutting Nathan off.

"We have Rhys. He is fully healed and is working for me now. Though I dare say that you won't recognize him."

Shiloh let out a sigh of relief. "And what of Nicca? Is there any chance of her escaping the city like planned?"

"Not at the moment, Shiloh. She will be safe here."

Shiloh nodded, looking over Caron. "I couldn't leave him in the sewers. I couldn't let the rats get him. I wanted him to have a proper funeral. Please tell me you will make that happen."

"Rest assured that it will, Shiloh. I'll take care of the arrangements and I'll let you know. You should get some sleep, Shiloh." He motioned for his bodyguards to remove Caron's body and the heads of the Dhorn. "We are counting on you, Shiloh."

She inclined her head. "One last thing, Master Nathan. Where is Vico? I need him."

Nathan shook his head. "I can't tell you that, Shiloh. Vico is out on a job."

She dropped a curtsy before him and left the Bear Pit behind. She stood in the rain, letting it drench her to the core, washing away the blood that had dried on her skin. 

Her tears coursed down her cheeks.

Vico, my love, I need you.

Where are you?

Come to me.

Come.

To.

Me!



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 23



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Thou Shalt Not Fail

Stinging cold rain washed over her, cleansing her of her sins. A puddle of red gathered around her feet, a testament to the filth that had stained her skin. Filth, she scoffed, the tainted blood of my enemies. Shiloh hung her head, watching the pool beneath her swirling as the deluge strengthened. She shivered, her teeth chattering. Numbness filled her, shutting out her grief. She could no longer bring herself to cry. All her wasted tears would not bring Caron back. Nothing could, for the one person who might have been able to was gone as well. 

She forced herself to move. She had to work to do. She had to finish this job. With a heavy sign, she headed up the street to the Palace of Beauty Nathan had suggested she further her inquiries within. The Palace of Beauty.... Anden's sister owned it. Perhaps he would be there. Perhaps he would even make her feel better. No, she cautioned herself, work comes first. This job needs completed. There was a time and a place for everything. It wasn't the right time to be thinking about carnal pleasures. She steeled herself and ignored the ache in her loins. Work comes first, then pleasure later.

She found Carla's Palace of Beauty a few blocks north of the marketplace. Pushing open the door, she picked up a towel that rested on a low table near the door and began to blot the excess water from her skin and clothing. When she had finished, she wiped her feet on the thick woven rug and headed to the front counter. Shiloh plastered a fake smile on her face and greeted the attractive dark haired female before her. "Good day," she beamed as her eyes flicked over the woman she assumed to be Carla. The woman looked to be in her late twenties with long black hair and an overly made-up face. But it was plain to see that she and Anden were brother and sister. Just looking into the cocoa depths of Carla's eyes made her think Anden was standing before her. 

"Greetings, my lovely. I don't believe I've ever had the pleasure of seeing you in my shop? What can I do for you today?" The woman purred with a husky voice. 

"That is because I've never been here before. Servants don't often get the luxury," Shiloh replied, with her eyes lowered to her feet. 

"Yes, yes, our services here are usually fairly pricy." Carla looked her over carefully, "So tell me if you are not here for a treatment, then what brings you here?"

"I'm looking for somebody. A man. The only thing I know about him is that he often smells of oil and sweat. I was wondering if you could help me, perhaps?" She flicked her eyes up to meet Carla's momentarily before she lowered them once more. 

Carla let out a small chuckle. "I'm sorry that I can't help you. We don't do males in here. I'm sorry."

Shiloh frowned. "Perhaps you could tell me where a man would go for personal hygiene? This is important. I have to find this person or else. You must know something."

Carla eyed her ponderingly. She nodded her head, and was more Shiloh got the feeling she was standing before Anden. "I'd recommend the bath house."

"And where is it?"

"Just right around the corner, girl. Now if you excuse me, I must see to my paying customers." 

Shiloh knew a dismissal when she heard it. She quickly bobbed a curtsy and left the beauty parlor. Hmmmm, the bath house. Right around the corner. She headed to it, finding the business quite easily. Opening the door, she headed down a few steps. The air grew steamier and more saturated and ever more fragrant the further she proceeded down the hallway. Curiously she looked around, noting a small library of sorts of the main hallway with inviting looking large couches and cushy chairs to lounge upon. She made a mental note to come back to this place. She longed to explore the shelves of books that were provided for the customers reading pleasure. 

As she approached a desk, the clerk looked up at her and smiled. The girl couldn't have been any older than Shiloh was, but her eyes still held a touch of innocence to them. She envied the girl. If only, she sighed, if only her father hadn't have went to war with the Dhorn. She'd still be living in the castle. She would've never have met Vico or Chella or Caron. Caron..... it wasn't fair. He'd been so sweet and so good. He hadn't deserved his fate. It was all her fault.

She closed her eyes and hung her head, fighting to still her pain. She had a job to do. Her head snapped back up as the girl before her cleared her throat. "Are you well, miss?"

"Yeah... I.... I'm fine. It's just so warm in here. I wasn't expecting it after being out in the cold rain," She felt her cheeks flush red and hoped she sounded believable.

"How can I help you? If you would like to use the bath, it'll cost you 2 gold pieces."

"Oh, no, actually I'm looking for somebody. A man. The only thing I know about him is that he often smells of oil and sweat. I was wondering if you could help me, perhaps?" Shiloh focused on the task at hand as she pushed her guilt aside.

"Oil and sweat, you say?" The girl clerk frowned at Shiloh, who nodded at her. "Hmm. We do apply oils here, but then scrape them off afterwards, thus removing the accumulated deposits. I would certainly hope that our customers do NOT smell of oil, and more importantly sweat, after visiting us. Even after heavy exertion, you would likely smell only the fragrant herbs we infuse our oils with."

Shiloh glowered at the clerk. That wasn't the answer she wanted to hear. "Damn!'

The clerk scratched her chin ponderingly for a moment. "I think the man you are looking for must be a fighter of sorts."

"A fighter? Why is that?"

"Many warriors apply oil to their skin. Not in order to clean themselves, but to make it more difficult for their opponent to grapple them. Have you considered the Arena?" The girl replied.

Shiloh shook her head. "No, I hadn't thought about that. Thank you. I appreciate it."

"Will you need the services of the bath house, miss?" The clerk asked.

"No, thank you. I'm fortunate enough to own a tub. The communal bath is too common for me," she sneered haughtily at the girl before she turned and walked out.

O.O

Shiloh sucked in a deep cleansing breath as she leaned against the building. The thick air inside the bath house had caused her head to swim. She was almost happy to be out in the pouring rain. 

The arena... she pondered. She knew she needed to take that tidbit of information to Master Nathan. She recalled the time she saw the Dhorn and his mysterious companion in the sewers that he'd been dressed like a warrior. Master Nathan would know what to do.

She made haste back to the Bear Pit, racing up the stairs until she reached his office. Again she ignored Warent and Wesh. She didn't care what either of them thought of her. She dropped a curtsy before Nathan and waited until he addressed her.

"Shiloh?"

"I have found out some information. The Palace of Beauty only caters to females. I thought that avenue might be of some use to me. The ranger I rescued out in the forest beyond the city is in fact the owner's brother. She couldn't help me, but she pointed me to the Bath House. That place could clear up even the most stuffiest of noses. The smell is nearly unbearable, but the clerk I spoke to told me that the person we are looking for could very well be a fighter of sorts. She said they often coat themselves with oil so no one can get a good grip on their flesh. She also recommended I check out the Arena here in the city. Now I've never been to such place. My father would never let me go because of the violence that takes place there."

"You've done well. Though, I believe the arena is only open on certain days." Nathan consulted a small calendar. "Every three days, to be exact. But as luck would have it, they are open tomorrow evening. I want you to check it out. But by all means, be discreet. Don't ask too many questions." 

"You can count on me. I won't fail you," she inclined her head.

"Keep me updated on what you've discovered." He turned his attention away from Shiloh and back to the sheaf of papers before him. Shiloh glanced at them quickly and took note of a tallied list of goods. Must be something Drago had smuggled in. She chuckled to herself and left the room, stopping only to glare at Warent. She wasn't sure why he had a problem with her. She had thought their rendezvous had ended quite well. Obviously that wasn't the case. She shrugged and headed down to the kitchen. She was hungry and she knew Chella would feed her.

Trissa pounced upon her as she walked in, grabbing Shiloh by the hair. "What did you do to Caron? Answer me!"

Shiloh shook Trissa off and slammed her against the wall. "Get this through your stupid head, bitch. I did nothing to Caron. I wasn't with him. The Dhorn killed him. I brought his body back so it wouldn't rot in the sewers. Have done!"

Outraged cries rang out amongst the kitchen staff as Chella rushed over and pushed her way between the two females. "Enough! There'll be no fighting in my kitchen!"

Shiloh and Trissa glared at each other. 

"Both of you will cease this nonsense immediately," Chella bellowed as she noted the expressions on the faces of the two girls.

Shiloh nodded. "I came in here to get something to eat and she jumped me. She still blames me because Caron liked me more and now he's dead."

"It's all your fault he's dead!" Trissa charged. "You shouldn't have been wiggling your ass at him. I told you to leave him alone."

With a murderous glare, Shiloh raised her hand and slapped Trissa soundly. "Bitch!"

"It's the truth and you know it. He thought if he proved himself to the boss, he'd not only earn a place of his own, but he'd win you. He said you were too good for Vico. Well, he was wrong. You're not too good for anyone. Especially not Vico and certainly not Caron. I don't care who the hell you say you are, you're worse than any two bit whore. At least a whore is smart enough to charge. And let me tell you one more thing, Vico slept with me. He said I was better than you. Your whore ass didn't mean a thing to him," Trissa retorted viciously, her eyes narrowed to menacing slits.

Shiloh's face darkened and she nearly pounced before she heard a voice of caution in her head. Trissa was trying to bait her, to see her reaction. She wouldn't give the other girl the satisfaction. Instead, she burst out in loud barking laughter. Soon she was grasping for breath as fat tears rolled her face. And when she had herself back under control and could hear Trissa's sputtering protests, she looked back up at the girl. "I have to admit, you almost had me. But ya know, honey, Vico will fuck anything that stands still long enough to get his dick inside them. So if you think you are special just because you fucked that asshole, think again. After all, it only proves that you're desperate enough to take my leavings."

Trissa's cry of outrage mingled with Chella's gasp of astonishment. "You will watch your language in my kitchen, young lady. Both of you will. Trissa, get back to work. And I think you, Shiloh, should take your meal downstairs. I won't tolerate this in my kitchen." 

Shiloh nodded at Chella and walked away. She quickly fixed herself a plate of food and headed out of the room while Trissa went back to her duty of scrubbing pots. She found a table far removed from the rest of the patronage and ate in silence. How dare he, she fumed inwardly. She knew she would have to have a little talk with that philandering asshole as soon as possible! Surely he could've found someone else besides that little slut to fuck! Deep down she knew she wouldn't have cared as much if it were someone else, someone besides Trissa. Guilt weighed even heavier on her mind. She knew she had done him wrong to begin with when she willingly chose to bed that Dhorn. Bedding him wasn't part of the assignment. And she didn't have to seduce the ranger, but she did. She couldn't help herself. The ranger was like a trophy to her. It hadn't meant anything to her. She only did it to prove that she could. The ranger really wasn't her type. His goodness irked her greatly. She had delighted in twisting him for her own selfish needs. And he hadn't even been the wiser to her scheme. 

Leaving behind her half eaten plate of food, she dashed out of the Bear Pit and returned to her apartment. She needed to be alone. No, she needed the strong arms of a lover that would hold her tight and chase away the insecurities plaguing her. But there was no such person. She had wronged the only one who could've redeemed her. And she only had herself to blame.

With a scream, she walked over to one of the bookshelves and began flinging the books about, throwing them to the floor, bouncing them off the walls as she indulged in her tantrum. She overturned furniture and threw the cushions from the couch. In the end, she sank to the floor and cried. Her rampage had done nothing to console her. She needed something more. Vico...... the only one who had claimed her heart and soul. She needed him, yet she knew it was hopeless. He wouldn't want to see her. He would just throw her out like he always did. 

She had to make it right. She had to give him back the one thing that she knew had meant anything to him. And she knew exactly how to do it. 

O.O

On silent feet Shiloh crept around the Dhorn Barracks, looking for an alternate way in. It was late, the moon was high in the sky, eerily shining through a few sparse clouds. The rain had let up momentarily, but the smell of a storm lingered on the breeze. She found herself a hiding spot near the entrance and watched for what seemed like hours. She discovered the rotation of the guards, how often they changed and how many. She knew their next one was coming up soon. She would be ready for it. She crawled through the shadows until she had positioned herself near the set of double doors behind a couple of the guards. They all looked very young and fresh faced and it occurred to her that these Dhorn had to be the low ranking soldiers. No wonder they hadn't spotted her. She remained crouched in a corner, ready to slink through the door the next time it opened. 

Tense minutes ticked by as she stayed perfectly still, pressed against the cold stone of the building, until at last the door next to her opened. She moved as quickly as she could, springing from one shadow to another. She squeezed past the soldier who was walking out, her body barely brushing his. She held her breath, fearful it would give her away. As she cleared him and the doorway, she pressed herself against the inside wall and quickly took note of the soldiers milling around. Her mental count tallied at least a dozen. She knew she would have to be very careful. Despite the fact that these men were only low ranking soldiers, she knew to take them all on at once would certainly mean her doom and that was definitely not an option. She needed to find that payroll office. Her plan depended on looting it. Failing to do so meant her plan would fall apart. 

I won't fail, she mentally chanted over and over again. I will not fail. 

Shiloh kept herself pressed against the wall as she tiptoed around the perimeter of the large entrance hall, keeping to the shadows as much as possible. She eyed the large statue in the middle of the room, remembering how this used to house many of her father's soldiers, the King's Guards. A tremor of desire to kill coursed through her. All Dhorn should die! Die for what they did to her family, her friends, her city. Die for all the injustices they had committed. She shook herself mentally! Damn, she thought, stop sounding like some self righteous paladin! 

She continued on, leaving the entrance hall as she entered another large chamber. Various combat dummies were placed in the middle of the room a few feet apart from each other. Two Dhorn soldiers practiced upon them, swinging their wicked looking halberds at the dummies. She watched as chunks of wood went flying after each hit. She gulped and continued on, passing by a sign near of door that read 'Library.' The next one was for the Personnel office. She had to be getting close. There was one more door. Before it was another sign. She grinned as she crouched before it. Bingo!

The door to the payroll office loomed before her. Crouching behind the sign, she reached for the door handle. Locked! Of course it is, a voice inside her head chided. 

Oh, shut up already, Shiloh frowned to herself. I know it's locked! She pulled her lock picks from inside her cloak. A pang of pain tore through her heart as she used them to open the lock. Caron had given her these picks. Caron, she sighed, if only....

This is no time to get sentimental, the same chiding voice taunted her. 

Stop it! The tumblers clicked and she pushed the door open just enough for her to squeeze through. She looked backwards to make sure the soldiers hadn't noticed her presence. She exhaled the breath she'd been holding as they continued to bash away at the dummies. 

Quickly she closed the door behind her and leaned against it. The room she now stood in was small. A bookshelf and a table and chair were its only features. She moved to the chair and sat in it, taking note of the iron door to her left. Pulling a book down she began to scan through it. She recognized it as the same kind she had seen Master Nathan writing figures in. This one was obviously one of many payroll ledgers the Dhorn used to keep track of how much each soldier earned, how often and if pay was denied for any infraction. Placing it back, she scanned through them until she found the most recent. It shocked her at how little these soldiers actually earned considering the duties expected of them. 

She carefully read through the pages, taking note of two large amounts paid out for Mercenary services. Shiloh rubbed her chin and checked the dates on both of the payments. From what she recalled, both dates were after the day she had overheard the conversation between the Dhorn and the mysterious person in the sewers. Coincidence? Hmm....She didn't think so. Stowing the ledger in her haversack, she stood up from the chair and headed to the iron door. Again she pulled out her picks and made short work of the lock. It was almost too easy.

The door squeaked a little as it rubbed on the stone floor. She hoped no one had heard it as she closed it behind her. Before her sat three iron bound safes, each bearing the royal crest of her family. She smiled widely. Yes, it was too easy. She remembered these safes. Her father had kept her family's crown jewels within them. While she was sure those riches weren't in the safes, she knew their payroll had to be. It made her wonder what the Dhorn had done with her father's treasures. Did they have them hoarded somewhere in the castle? Or had they been sent back to the Dhorn Emperor, as spoils of war? Shiloh felt the urge to discover the answers to those questions and since her plan would take her into the castle she had once lived in, she vowed to find out for sure. 

As she moved to the first of the three safes, she took in a deep breath. She wondered if the Dhorn had somehow changed the combinations on them. She had known her fathers by heart. One was her mother's birth date, another her own and the last, the date of her father's coronation. She looked all three chests over thoroughly, looking for a clue to which was which. She smiled as she found the blue paint smudges on the back of the middle safe. This one had to be hers. She remembered how she wanted to paint a picture on it and how she had started with a blue sky, something rarely seen here in Betancuria. Her governess had found her in the vault and had chased her away, but her father had never had the paint removed. His daughter's artistic endeavors were special to him, he had told the often stern woman. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 23



An ache pierced her heart as she reached for the dial and spun it to the appropriate numbers. Left twice to 3, right once to 12, and back left one circuit to 54. She exhaled heavily as she pulled the lever and the door swung open, opening to the reveal a stacks of golden trade bars. Fire burned in her eyes as she lifted on and took note of her father's seal stamped on it. These Dhorn pigs were paying their soldiers with her father's gold. Though she knew the trade bars would be heavy and she may not make it out of here alive, she couldn't leave them in Dhorn hands. This belonged to the Royal family and to her. She gladly liberated the Dhorn of it and placed them within her empty haversack. 

She moved to the safe to the right of the middle one and tried another combination. She hoped she would get it opened on the first try. Left twice to 7, right once to 23, and back left to 30....the date of her father's royal coronation, the date he assumed the crown from her grandfather, King Rolan II. She pulled the lever and nearly exclaimed with joy as it came open. But her elation was sobered as she wondered how the Dhorn had found out the combinations. Obviously from her father or from his most trusted advisor, Sir Elbreth. She didn't want to think of the horrors they had felt before either gave up the information. Before the Dhorn had cruelly beheaded her loving father. 

She pushed those thoughts away and looked inside the vault. Hundreds of small bags were strewn about its interior. Picking one up and looking inside it, she found gold coins inside. Every last one of the bags joined the gold bars within her haversack and feeling no remorse, she moved to the last and final safe. She made short work of its combination. 10 left, 18 right, and 36. Her mother's birthday. Her mother had been much younger than her father. He had already been crowned King six years before her birth. There had been rumors of another woman, of a would be Queen. Shiloh had once found a portrait of a beautiful woman stored in one to the castle's many cellars, but when she inquired about it to her father, he had reprimanded her sharply. Shiloh never again asked. Had this woman been special to her father? And why would he keep her a secret?

Shiloh shook her head. So many mysteries surrounded her parents. So many questions left answered. Why? Why he did have a pick a fight he should've known he had no hope of winning? She slammed her fist against the heavy door and yelped in pain. Stupid!

After emptying the contents of it into her stuffed to bursting pack, she hefted its heavy weight onto her back and groaned softly. Over laden, she closed her eyes. How will I ever make it? How? Then she felt a swelling of might in her muscles, bolstering her ability to move. She grinned to herself. Bastian... he had lent her his strength once more. 

"I am here for you, my precious little one. I give my power. Have no worries, for I'll help you out of here without notice." Bastian's voice entered her mind, urging her to simply just walk out and none of the soldiers would be any wiser of her presence. He made it seem too easy. She couldn't help but believe him. Surely Bastian wouldn't bring her to harm, not when she had delighted him so.

She placed her trust in him and followed the sound of his voice. She cracked the heavy door and slipped though it, into the small office. Rounding the table, she opened the door to the outer room where the Dhorn soldiers continued to chop away at the combat forms. 

She breezed passed them and headed to the large entrance chamber. She walked right down the middle of it, in awe that none of the patrolling Dhorn had taken notice to her. And when she reached the door, she was able to open it up just wide enough her to be able to squeeze her way through. She let out a breath of relief as she closed it behind her, her eyes jumping to the Dhorn who were stationed on this side. None of them had noticed her at all.

Shiloh dashed away from them, giggling with glee all the way back to her apartment. She knew at some point she would have to pay the piper for the assistance she had received from her dark friend. But paying Bastian had never been an unpleasant event. She had rather enjoyed their time together.

O.O

Forty-five thousand gold.

Shiloh beamed at the haul of loot she'd netted herself. Forty-five thousand! When added to the fifteen hundred fifty she'd garnered from the dwarf and the nine hundred thirty six she already had, it all totaled forty-seven thousand four hundred and eighty six gold pieces. She screamed with glee, dancing about the book littered floor of her apartment. Surely that was more than enough to purchase what she needed in order for her plan to come to fruition. 

She gathered it all up again, placing the heavy bars on her table while the loose coins were placed back in bags. She yawned pitifully. Her bed was calling her. Mmmm.... blessed rest in the same kind of soft bed she'd had in her room in the castle. 

O.O

The next day, she grabbed a small pouch of gold and headed for Gaston's. She didn't bother with a disguise. Her black catsuit would have to do until she purchased some new clothes. Hopefully he'd be so disgusted by the stench of it that he wouldn't recognize her as Lady Belara. 

She noticed how he wrinkled up his nose at her as she perused his goods. "Those dresses are made of the finest silks and satins. Don't touch unless you can afford to buy," Gaston sneered at her. 

Shiloh flashed him a sweet smile as she held a turquoise dress up to her in front of a mirror. She liked the color. It brought out the blue in her eyes. Setting it aside, she pulled out a low cut red dress with a full sweeping skirt from the display. Red.... hmmm, blood red... She smiled as she stepped behind a decorative wooden screen to try it on. The silk slid over her skin in a whisper, hugging her bountiful curves. She liked the way it fit. 

She checked herself in the mirror. Yes, this one is mine. Next she tried on a black shimmering gown made of satin, shiny crystals and feathers. It suited her vanity immensely. She had often liked to sparkle and shine. It made her feel like a princess again. But as much as she wanted this particular gown, she knew it would call way too much attention to her. 

She hung the black dress back up and picked up the red one and the turquoise one as well as the matching cloaks, stockings, shoes and parasol. She walked over to Gaston, who eyed her with a snobbish look on his ruddy face. "You had best have money to pay for those, girl, else I'll have to call the guard."

"Name your price, good sir and I shall gladly pay in gold," she retorted with an even haughtier tone.

"One thousand gold, girl." His eyes flicked over the merchandise.

Shiloh handed him the pouch of gold. "One thousand, good sir, and feel free to keep the rest as a tip for your wondrous service."

He stood before her flustered and stammering as he opened the heavy sack to reveal the gold coins within. "Who are you?"

"My name is not important, good sir, but what is important is that you should not judge by appearances. I will tell you that I am of noble birth, but I am living in exile. I would be pleased to do business with you on a continuing basis." 

"I beg your pardon, my lady, that I have mistaken you for a servant."

"I often find that posing as a commoner makes me less noticeable. I do not like to broadcast that I am wealthy. It attracts the wrong kind of attention. Not only from thieves, but less than honorable men. And as a single woman, that kind is not welcome. I have no family anymore. Now I bid you a good day. If the gowns are satisfactory, I shall return for more." Shiloh nodded and left the shop. She returned to her apartment, bathed and donned her red gown, stockings, shoes and cloak. She applied her make-up artfully, accentuating her big blue eyes with the right amount of color and shadow. She swept a hint of blush upon her cheeks and a touch of color to her lips. 

Perfect, she smiled, as she looked herself over in her floor length mirror. She hoped her act would fool whoever had taken over the temple in place of Father Derthur. She wondered if the Dhorn had brought in one of their priests. She had known that Father Derthur's temple had been faithful to the Hooded One. Surely the Dhorn would not be. 

She loaded her loot into her haversack, groaning as she hoisted it onto her back. She didn't know how much the item she sought would cost but she was sure it would be fairly pricy. That kind of magic was rare. 

Stepping out into the rain, she opened her parasol and lifted it above her head. She smiled at good looking commoner coming out of the Bear Pit. She needed a manservant. This one might do nicely.

"Excuse me, my good man..." she called breathlessly, batting her lashes at him while displaying the prettiest of pouts.

He turned to her, raking his eyes over her, and smiled. "Yes, my lady?"

"Could you be of assistance to me, perhaps? I'm in need of a strong man to carry this heavy parcel to the jewelers. You look quite able and I'll be more than happy to compensate you for your trouble," Shiloh smiled sweetly at him as she struggled with the haversack.

"To the jewelers, you say? I was headed that way. I live close to it. I'd be honored to help you, my lady." The dark haired man beamed a smile at her. "My name is Aldrich."

"Lady Bella," she smiled as she handed her burden to him and headed off in front of him. She kept a watchful eye on him as they wound their way through the winding streets of the north ward. Aldrich seemed content to follow her, his eyes glued to the hypnotic swing of her hips. 

"Here we are, my lady," he cleared his throat as they reached the front door of the building. 

"I thank you so much. I don't know how I ever would've managed on my own. Good help is so hard to find these days. All my servants have deserted me since my husband passed away. This is all I have left and it is needed for the funeral expenses," she sniffled dramatically. She reached into the haversack and drew out of small pouch. She knew this particular one had a sum of ten gold pieces in it. "Take this, for your trouble."

"Thank you, my lady. It was my pleasure," Aldrich exclaimed before he dashed away.

Shiloh smiled. Men, it was too easy to get them to do whatever needed done. She knew her charms were nearly irresistible. 

O.O

Upon entering the jeweler's shop, she glanced around, lugging her heavy pack to the counter. The man behind the counter eyed her quite warmly. She returned her most winning smile at him. "Good day, good sir," she purred. "I hope you can be of assistance to me."

"I shall do my best, Madame."

"My husband passed away just recently," Shiloh pulled a silken handkerchief from within her bodice and dabbed at her eyes while sniffling. "This is all I have in our safe, but I would like to convert the biggest part of it to jewels. Perhaps that way it won't be such a chore to manage. My dear husband, Emric, had always promised me diamonds during our so very short marriage, but he failed to make good on it before he died. Might I be able to trade for them? I have plenty of gold."

"Let me take a look."

And so the bartering process began.

O.O

Relieved of the gold trade bars and half of the sacks of loose coins, Shiloh walked away with seven good sized diamonds, feeling fairly good with her ability to get what she wanted. She also chuckled to herself as she slipped a couple rings on her fingers that she had palmed while the haggling had been taking place. Such pretty baubles and none of it had cost her a thing.

Leaving the shop and the marketplace behind, Shiloh headed to the temple. She took immediate note of the large banner that was draped across one side. That hadn't been there before. 

She frowned as she circled it. This place seemed eerier and not as inviting as Father Derthur's place of worship. And knowing that he was no longer the resident priest had to be the reason why. She sucked in a deep breath, mentally going over in her head the words she would say to whomever she encountered inside. She knew she had to sound knowledgeable of what she was talking about or the new priest may see through her ruse.

This had to work.

O.O

Red and black banners were now hung in place of the grey ones held sacred to the Hooded One. Cautiously she approached the man wearing robes that matched the colors heralded in the banners, eyeing his surreptitiously.

"Welcome within the arms of the Lord of War. How may I help you this day, my child?"

"What happened to Father Derthur? And who are you?" Shiloh questioned, warily.

"I am Father Kheldar. The priest you seek has... left... the city. I believe he sought a new post and graciously turned over the temple to us. Might I help you?"

Shiloh noted the smarminess in his voice. This priest made her skin crawl and she knew why, having little doubt he had something to do with Father Derthur's death. She knew she had to seem like she was unaware of his unfortunate end. "Oh, that sounds delightful. However he and I had made arrangements for a business transaction. Perhaps you would be willing to deal with me as he had."

"It would depend on the nature of the arrangement," his eyes swept over her in an appraising manner so far removed from any glance that a man of the cloth should bestow upon one of his flock that it sent shivers down her spine. It made her wonder if he shared the restraints that the Dhorn placed upon their soldiers. 

Shiloh lowered her eyes as she placed a stranglehold on the desire to kill this man where he stood. She raised her head dutifully once her emotions were once again under control. "My husband passed away recently and I spoke to Father Derthur about certain arrangements. Unfortunately when my husband died, he did not leave me hardly anything. I know he has our wealth stowed somewhere. When I consulted the good Father after the funeral, he told me he could provide me with the very thing I would need to garner such information. He also advised me to return in a week's time. In my grief, I had not realized that more than a week had passed. Did he perhaps leave word with you about this matter?"

"And did the dearly departed Father tell you what this item in question was?" Father Kheldar asked as he fixed his eyes upon her shapely figure and licked his lips. His thoughts ran wild. A young wealthy widow.... how rewarding that could be for the church.

"He did mention a rod of sorts, but beyond that, I am not sure," her voice dropped into husky tones as a flush engulfed her cheeks. 

"A rod? Perhaps a magical rod? Did he perhaps quote you a price of said rod?" Kheldar asked, his beady eyes feasting upon her.

She flushed prettily and studied her feet. What a pervert! This lecherous scoundrel made Vico seem like a schoolboy. "We had agreed on six large diamonds. I have them with me. They are all I have until I find out from my husband where the rest is. I can't believe he would leave me so destitute."

"I am not sure what Derthur had in mind. Speaking to the dead is usually done by a priest, but not with a rod. Are you sure he mentioned a rod?" Kheldar took in the sight of the near frantic female before him. He barely removed his eyes from her heaving bosom. 

"Oh no," she insisted. "I don't recall him saying anything about speaking to the dead. I 

feel so awkward talking of this. It's so personal, but I am with child you see and it seemed to me that Father Derthur had spoke of something that would bring my husband back to me. I didn't believe such a feat was possible, but he reassured me it would be so. Dear Father Kheldar, I am desperate. I was reluctant to say anything before. I thought maybe it'd be better to say I needed our money, but what I really need is my husband back. My child needs his father. I have been so lost without him."

Shiloh poured out her heart and soul, all the feelings she held inside of her as she thought of Vico. "Please, you must be able to help me. Good Father Derthur was willing to part with the appropriate rod and even teach me how to use it. Only he did not wish to be party to it happening. I believe he didn't want his name attached to the whole situation in case something went terribly wrong. I have the means and I will do anything to make this happen. Please, dear Father. Have pity on me."

She looked up into the man's eyes with tears flowing down her cheeks. She let loose a ragged sob and sank to her knees at his feet.

"Tell me, Lady, was your husband a nobleman? What is your family name?" He asked her. "And where are you from?"

She looked up at him rather surprised. "We are of minor noble blood," she whispered. 

"From Dhorn? You wear the trappings of Dhorn nobility, but no Dhorn woman worth her salt would be caught outside her home without a male escort of proper male relation."

Shiloh shook her head. "No, not from Dhorn, good father. We are originally from Sargoza. I am Lady Bella Alcott. My husband is the late Lord Emric Alcott. We were on holiday when we traveled to Betancuria and we decided to stay for a while. That was before the Dhorn rescued the city from that vile king. How my husband used to shake his fist at the things that bastard did. Then recently my husband died. He was much older than I. Father Derthur said his heart exploded," she blushed prettily. "We were very much in love. I must have him back. I shall accept no other man for my husband or father to our child."

"Lady Alcott," he seemed to scratch his chin. "I do believe I can be of assistance to you. I do recall seeing such a rod amongst the items Father Derthur left behind, his gifts to us, he said. I shall part with it for the agreed upon sum, if you would but give me a day."

"A day? Why so long, good Father? Surely we can come an earlier time. I'd do anything to have my beloved husband back this very moment. Please, have mercy on me. Every moment without him is torture," she sobbed as she tugged upon the bottom of his robes.

"Anything?" He repeated wickedly.

Shiloh sent a pleading look up at him while she fumed inside. This no count lying bastard of a lecherous priest had things a holy man shouldn't have on his mind. She didn't like the way he licked his lips and stared at her partially exposed breasts. How dare a man of the cloth have such impure thoughts about a supposed widow who was grieving her husband? How dare he?!?!?! "Please?"

His lips twitched. "Return tomorrow with the jewels. Come alone and be prepared for the likes of something you've never felt before. Only then shall I give you the rod you seek."

She nodded meekly, still fuming inside. She was well schooled enough in the arts of deception to know that he was lying. She figured he would check up on the information she gave him to see if she was on the level. Fortunately for her, she knew most of the nobility in the countries surrounding her own. Her father made sure she knew the names and titles of everyone worth knowing. Lord Emric and Lady Bella were distant relatives on her mother's side. Lord Emric had died the previous year, leaving his sizeable estate to his wife. As far as she knew, they were childless. This Dhorn priest certainly wouldn't delve that far into their personal business. "Very well, dear Father Kheldar. I am looking forward to it. You have made me happier than you could ever know. I shall see you then."

Shiloh headed out of the temple, resting against the rail of the fence that surrounded it. She wasn't sure she had pulled that one off, but she knew if she returned to the temple the next day, the rod she'd be given wasn't likely to be the rod she wanted. 

She was more than sure that he'd be more than willing to take advantage of the young grieving widow. 




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But she didn't intend on returning the temple the next day. She would get what she wanted without having to trade her lovely new diamonds for it. This was just one more thing she would fleece the Dhorn of. They owed her that much for the vile acts they had perpetrated against her family and everyone she had loved so dearly. And for Father Derthur, the kind priest who had taken care of her after Vico had ravaged her body with his brutality. The very same priest who had sheltered and healed Rhys. 

She would liberate the rod she sought in his name. She hoped the good Father would approve. 

Slinking away, she headed into the western part of the city, to the house she had found Nicca in. She found the door to be locked and made short work of it with her picks. She let herself inside, noting that the bodies of Melania and the twins had been removed. Obviously Father Derthur had seen to that just like he said he would. It was also evident that no one else had taken up residence here. The hearth was stone cold, the room an eerie pitch black. She closed the door behind her and relocked it before making her way into the center of the room. Quickly she shed her long red gown and placed it within her haversack. The cloak, stockings, shoes and parasol joined the dress. She pulled on her black catsuit and cloak and soft soled boots, all the appropriate attire for sneaking and thieving. 

Then she crawled under the table and swept back to rug to reveal the secret door beneath it. Her plan was simple, sneak her way through the tunnels until she reached the temple. Once inside she would search it as quickly and stealthily as possible until she found the rod in question. This priest would NOT deny her the chance to give the man she loved the greatest gift ever. Even if it meant he would never be hers ever again.

I will not fail. I will not fail. Those four words became the mantra she repeated over and over to herself. I. Will. Not. Fail.



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 24



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Revival

Sneaking through the tunnels gave Shiloh a chance to clear her head and focus on the task before her. She had to figure out where the duplicitous priest would keep such an item as the rod in question. She assumed somewhere he could keep an eye on it, since he was aware that it was in demand. She just hoped that he was not lying when he said he had one. Magical lore had never been one of her favorite subjects. She remembered half-heartedly listening to the wizened old man who had tried to teach her about it. And the old priest that had monotonously droned on and on about her immortal soul had been even worse. But from what she recalled they both had agreed that bringing someone back from the dead was indeed possible, if they were willing. It took incredibly powerful magic to do so, but it was possible. Knowing that, she assumed a temple would have access to such an item. Her plan revolved around it. Without that item, she had nothing... well, nothing but a whole lot of gold she'd stolen from the Dhorn.

A chuckle slipped from her throat. She wondered how many heads would roll when they discovered the money and the last accounting ledger was missing? Would the soldiers mount a revolt if they couldn't get paid? She was sure that Master Nathan would approve. She considered sharing a portion of the take with him. Perhaps then the rest of 'The Family' would see her as one of them and not the pretty little princess. A scoff passed her lips. Don't count on that happening any time soon, a voice in her head warned.

Once she reached the room Rhys had recuperated in, she crept through its darkened depths. She could tell that they had not discovered this secret chamber as of yet. Where a cheery fire once burned, a cold hearth remained. She made her way through the dark rooms, noting that they seemed to have been cleared out. Father Derthur must have known something was about to happen and had been able to spirit Rhys away. Master Nathan had said that Rhys was now working for him. She wondered how they had disguised the seven foot tall man. He had told her that she wouldn't recognize him. 

She found the panel in the closet that led her to what had once been Father Derthur's office. She could easily tell that Father Kheldar had taken over this room. A massive altar stood along one wall. She didn't remember that being there before. This was definitely not to the Hooded One. A large shining greatsword hung along the wall above the altar. She sneaked over to it and examined the sword. She felt odd about touching it. 

Quickly she searched the room, opening drawers and rifling through papers, but nothing gave her any clue to where the rod might be. As stealthily as possible, she left the office behind and made her way into the grand chapel. Father Kheldar was not in the room. It made her wonder where he was. It made her ever more cautious. 

Leaving the grand hall behind, she headed to the first of three other doors. The door was locked. She quickly dispatched it and slipped inside the room. At first the sickly sweet smell assailed her and she gagged instantly. Holding her breath, she pulled a tindertwig and a torch, lighting it swiftly. She held the torch aloft, she viewed the room and gasped at the implements of torture before her. On the table before her was the body of a man, his arms stretched high above his head. At various places upon his body where knives stuck into the hilt. She guessed they had been put in at pressure points, places where they could extract the most pain. 

She stepped closer to him, eyeing the handiwork done by the torturer. A mixture of awe and revulsion swept over her. She knew she should feel sorry for the poor man, but deep down she couldn't. Yet she knew she had to get out of there. She couldn't be caught here. She didn't want to end up on a similar table. Quickly she extinguished the torch and crept back out of the room, locking it behind her. Moving to the next door, she picked the lock and let herself in. 

Before her were a set of stairs going downward. She quietly traversed them and found herself at another door. It surprised her that it was unlocked. Her brow furrowed. She stopped and listened, but was met with utter silence. Something didn't seem right. She knew it was be wise to stay hidden as much as possible and keep her wits about her.

She slid the door open wide enough to slip through and shut it behind her. The door hinges had to be well oiled, for no sound came from it what so ever. An eerie white light filtered up from a low altar resting back the rear of the circular room. It seemed warm and inviting, flooding her with instant delight. She headed to it and knelt down, examining the holy edifice before her. 

Where the new priests aware of this place? Somehow she didn't think so, but couldn't be sure. She didn't feel the taint of malevolence in this particular chamber as she had in the rest of the temple. Some bastion of goodness still held sway here.

Though she knew it was wrong, she sucked in a deep breath and searched the altar. In a hidden compartment at the base, she pulled out a scroll and a long ornate rod. Small symbols were carved on each side, but she wasn't sure what they meant. She tucked both into her haversack, continuing her search. 

On the back side she found an identical hidden slot and from within she pulled a small book and a finely crafted bejeweled blade. Stowing them away with her other finds, she moved away. And when further search of the room yielded nothing more than cobwebs, she exited it and headed back into the grand hall. 

As she sneaked around the perimeter of the large chapel, she could hear stern voices coming from Father Kheldar's office. She had to know what was going on. Creeping over to the door, she slipped through the partially open portal and melted into the shadows. She crouched behind a flowery plant, listening intently to the priest and the three highly ranked Dhorn officers. 

"And why would you think a grieving widow is suspicious?" One of the officers enquired.

"If you had seen her, you would understand. What grieving widow wears bright red? And she couldn't have been more than 18 years old, even with all the make-up on her face. Something just didn't sit right. She looked so damn familiar, too. I know I've seen her before."

"Did you ask for a name?" The second of the officers asked as he set his helm on the desk."

"Of course, do you think I arose to this position being stupid?" Kheldar retorted as he lifted a cigar to his lips and lit it.

"And?"

"Lady Alcott, from Sargoza, but she wore the trappings of noblewoman from your country. Something is all wrong about this. I smell deception."

The third officer sighed. "Just what was she asking for? What did she wish to procure?"

Father Kheldar. "A very expensive item which in the wrong hands could have disastrous results. She sounded like she had the means to pay, though. It would be a great oversight to let some fool-headed female run amok with a rod capable of bringing the dead back to life. She could upset the delicate balances of nature. She could bring someone or something back to life that isn't meant to be."

"And did you explain that possibility to her?"

"Do you have such an item?"

"No, I didn't tell her that and of course the church of the Lord of War has such items. I had hoped to get my hands on the Lady's money and fob her off with a fake. She wouldn't have known the difference. And when she came back with a sob story about it not working, I could perhaps extract a little bit more from her." A maniacal grin crossed his face.

All three of the officers let out loud barking laughter. "And would you share what you extract with us, Kheldar?"

"But of course," he chuckled. "Jolan, my old friend, when have I not shared?"

An equally leering smirk split the face of the first Dhorn officer. "Where is the item in question?" 

"In the vault. Did you think I'd leave it lying around?"

"Gods no, too many damn thieves," Jolan scoffed. "Garath, I think I hear something out in the chapel. Will you look into that? And Tolvin, here's the key to the interrogation room. See if you can get anything out of that sod what's useful. If he won't speak, start slicing off his fingers and toes. That just might loosen his tongue."

Shiloh watched as they left the room, the need for vengeance burning deep inside her. Not that she really gave a damn about the poor man, but what really stuck in her craw was their plan to dupe her. They'd never get the chance. If Kheldar thought she had fallen for his duplicity, then he was wrong. Dead wrong. And one day, he would pay dearly. She smiled as she considered bringing Vico back here with her after she had stolen the rod in question. The blackguard would surely enjoy taking out this foul priest. Or at least she hoped. Perhaps if she told him what the priest had wanted to do to her. She couldn't be sure that Vico would care one way or the other, but she knew she could find some way to convince him.

Once Garath and Tolvin had left the room and closed the door behind them, Kheldar nodded his head at Jolan. "Those two don't need in on what could become highly lucrative. Now, I interrogated Derthur myself. He told me many things before he died. I don't recall any deals with the nobility for magic items. So when the wench comes back tomorrow, here's what we'll do. We shall escort her into a private room where I'll ask to see the gems she told me she had in exchange for the rod. Of course, I'll up the price. Items of this nature are very hard to come by in times like these."

"And if she doesn't have enough?" Jolan leered.

"I'll suggest an exchange of services. I'll offer to perform the resurrection myself and forgo the wand for a similar fee. She'll be none the wiser. She need not know that a body is usually required for these things."

Pure rage ripped through Shiloh and she fought the urge to jump from her hiding spot and plunge her sword deep into their black hearts, forcing herself to calm down. 

She only hope to find out how to get into the vault hinged on remaining hidden. Now was not the right time. Especially considering that the Dhorn officer had medals all over the breastplate of his ornate armor. He had to be fairly high ranked. 

This was not her fight... not at the moment. She settled deeper into the shadows of the corner and continued to listen to their conversation. They droned on about various other things, smoking cigars and drinking brandy that she realized had come from the royal wine cellar, until her impatience nearly got the better of her. She had to find out where the vault was. She needed that rod. She knew there was nothing for it. She'd just have to wait it out. Closing her eyes, she sank into the corner as tightly as she could.

The sound of their chairs scraping on the stone floor brought her out of her reverie. She watched as they headed to the door and quickly moved to follow them. Keeping to the shadowed edges of the torch lit rooms, she squeezed through the shutting door and flattened herself against the pillar. They headed to the last door she hadn't yet tried. Kheldar pulled a set of keys from a pocket and opened it, allowing Jolan to enter ahead of him.

She dashed and tumbled through the doorway, seeking refuge in the shadowed interior of the dimly lit room. She breathed a sigh. Both men seemed oblivious to her presence. Though she doubted they would've noticed the sound of her faint movement over the hoarse screams of pain coming from within the other room. A part of her pitied the poor man, but she knew there was nothing she could do for him. Her focus had to remain on getting the rod. It became a single minded obsession. Nothing else mattered at this point. At the far end of the room was another door. The priest used his keys once again to open it. She followed behind them, moving in their shadows. They headed down a corridor that went to the north down a long hallway and then turned to the west. At the end was an iron door. From his pocket he pulled another key. She watched intently while he unlocked it and dropped the key back from where it came. Shiloh grinned, getting that one would be simple.

As the door swung open and the two unsuspecting men and their tag-along guest made their way into the room. Shelves lined the walls with a safe in the rear center. 

Bingo! Ducking behind an armor stand, she made a mental list of the items within the room and smiled. 

Father Kheldar worked the combination of the safe as Shiloh moved closer... close enough to watch his hands and hear the tumblers click. He pulled it open, and she nearly gasped at the inventory. 

Stacks of trade bars and gold coins rested on the top three shelves while various sized containers sat on the lower three. From one of the lower shelves, he pulled a cylindrical rod that was about a foot long made of carved white ash and handed it to Jolan. "I'm sure the powers that be wouldn't want a feather-brained female running around with one of these. If the peasants knew that their dead could be reanimated and brought back to life just by use of one of these, then we of the priesthood wouldn't be needed. And we can't have that." 

A loud husky laugh slipped passed Jolan's lips. "These peasants in this gods forsaken city will learn to respect their betters. There are those within the Emperor's inner circle that want this place settled with our families. They feel it would be better if the women in this city are put in their place, subjugating them to the will of the men. This city is to become part of the Empire."

"As it should be," the priest smirked with a superior air about him. "Coming here has been quite profitable."

Jolan let loose another hearty laugh. "Quite so. Who would have thought that old miserly bastard had so much gold hidden in the castle?"

"Did the riches get shipped back to the Emperor?" Kheldar asked, lifting one eyebrow.

"Most of it has been, from what I have heard. Shipments of it happen at varying intervals. I heard that there is another going out at the end of the week. It's bound for a rendezvous point at some island. That's all I know." Jolan shrugged. "Damn shame that all of it must go to the Emperor."

"I wouldn't mind getting my hands on some of it," the priest chuckled as he took the rod from Jolan's hand and set it back on the shelf. 

"You should let me take that rod with me. Think about it." The officer offered. "Perhaps it would be better when the price negotiations happen. The young widow could be told we do not have one at this time due to the cost of such an item. We could charge more and keep her coming back. Think of how profitable that could be and I would be more than willing to help you."

A greedy look came across the face of the priest. He licked his lips salaciously, his beady eyes going dark with desire. "You very well might be right, my friend. Dealing with her must be done delicately, though. We'll reel her in nice and slowly and by the time she's in that deep, they'll be no way out. She will give up those diamonds and everything else I can extract from her pretty hide. And she will be none the wiser when I finally hand her over a cleverly modeled imitation."

Jolan accepted the rod that Father Kheldar handed him, stowing inside the sheath of his ornate longsword. "Now, shall we see to that prisoner of yours? Have you managed to find out from him any information on those spies from Illeria?"

"He'll talk, if he knows what is good for him. And if he doesn't I shall make arrangements to have him moved to the dungeon beneath the Headquarters building. One way or another, he will tell everything. It could lead to a greater discovery. There are many people in this city who know who handles the crime organization from the inside out. We mean to find out everything." Kheldar stated, the look of lust now replaced with one of pure evil as he closed the safe and twirled the knob. "Shall we?"

Shiloh crept closer, stepping into his shadow and following closely behind. She waited until he locked the door to the vault and the outer room as well before filching both sets of keys from him. She sank into the shadows and waited until they made their way to the door of the torture chamber. Skulking up behind the Dhorn officer she plucked the rod from him. She nearly gasped and gave herself away as the door opened wide and she caught a glimpse of the man on the table. His wounds had multiplied, only bloody stumps remaining where fingers and toes had once been. His piercing scream split the air as his tormentor slowly sliced a gash in his upper thigh. 

Scrambling into the shadow behind the door, she pressed herself against the wall. That had been close, too close. Several long seconds passed before she slowly exhaled the breath she had been holding. She had been fortunate that the man screamed and that no one else was present in the grand hall.

She waited a few minutes. She had to gather her wits about her. After inhaling several deep breaths, she dashed across the grand hall, heading for the vault. She planned on stealing everything that she could fit in her haversack and if she needed it, hopefully garner Bastian's help in getting out of there uncaught.

As swiftly and as quietly as she could muster, she headed back to the vault, using the purloined keys to gain entry. After opening her haversack, she headed to the safe and knelt before it. She was pretty sure she had seen the numbers the priest had used for the combination. Smiled as she spun the dial left to 4, right to 24 and back left again to 37. Elation soared through her as she pulled on the heavy handle and the door of the massive iron edifice swung open. Time to loot, she nearly giggled with glee. Leaving behind the heavy trade bars, she scooped the coinage into her sack. Once it was all gone, she began picking up various magic items and shoving them in on top of the gold. Potion vials, scrolls, rings, amulets and folded cloaks made their way into the overloaded haversack. Pulling out a thick woven cloak, she examined the deep plum color of it. Its silkiness felt good against her skin. She immediately settled it into place upon her shoulders and clasped it at her throat. She liked the way it felt, enveloping her body softly. It was as if it had conformed itself around her, becoming a second skin. 

Reaching back into the safe, she grabbed a few more interesting items and shut it behind her and left the room. She locked the door behind her and crept all the way out to the grand hall. As she shut the outer door, a hand snaked out to grab her.

"Little thief, what do we have here?" The voice of the priest smacked of smugness. He yanked her to her feet and looked deeply into her eyes. "If it isn't our sweet young widow, Lady Alcott. What ever shall I do with you now?"

A squeak came from her mouth and she struggled to get loose, but his hold on her was too strong. His arm felt like a tight band spanning her waist. 

"You have nothing to say for yourself. Breaking into the temple of the Lord of War, stealing from me and most of all, lying to me about your identity. We intend to find out why. My fellow Dhorn have a comfortable cell with your name on it." His voice purred in her ear as his hands caressed her nubile form.

Shiloh struggled against him, her arms and legs now frantically flailing about. She bucked her body, ramming her bottom into his groin, and wiggled to get free. She sank her hands into his thick hair and gripped chucks of it, pulling with all her might. A slight mutter of pain slipped passed his lips. She kicked and yanked, her feet coming in contact with his shins and knees, but Kheldar retained his hold on her. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 24



Shiloh let out a scream of frustration. She couldn't allow herself to be taken by the Dhorn. As Bastian's name lingered on her lips, a flash of black entered the room and immediately she knew who it was. Despite the black mask and cowl that covered his head and face, she knew who it was by the way he fought. 

Vico!

She continued her struggles while Kheldar dragged her backwards toward his office. The three Dhorn officers along with three more soldiers surrounded the whirling man in black with the deadly red tinged sword he called Kinslayer. 

Blades clattered against each other and drew sparks. Vico used his wicked dagger to block while he ruthlessly plunged Kinslayer into the guts of the three soldiers, bringing them down to their knees. Snarling from behind the mask, the dagger found purchase in each of the soldiers' throats'. By the time they had thudded to the floor, the Blackguard had moved to engage the others. He taunted Jolan and continued his deadly dance, swinging both swords in sync with practiced ease. 

With halberds slashing at him, trying the hit a critical point, the Dhorn officers worked together to bring the lone darkly armored man down. Spreading out around Vico, the Dhorn closed in on him until he was occupied upon all sides, hoping he would not be able to focus upon one of them for too long at any given moment. 

But they were wrong. Dead wrong. 

Vico laughed at them as he swiftly began to disarm them one by one of their halberds. He jabbed with his dagger while Kinslayer delivered the cold, clean kiss of well honed steel to slash at their unprotected throats and bit deep into large vein that ran the length of their necks. 

Until only one remained. Vico and Jolan circled each other. Blood dripped from various wounds on Jolan's body, but he would not surrender. He hissed at the blackguard before him, taunting him back. "Coward! You hide behind a mask. Are you frightened to face me or are you just too ugly to show your face? Mark my words, by the time I'm through with you, you won't have a face left to worry about showing."

Ignoring the Dhorn's words, Vico feinted back and tumbled to the side, jabbing Kinslayer into a weak spot of the officer's mail. He held it there while he dropped his dagger to the ground and summoned to his hand a ball of blood red negative energy. Chuckling, he pressed it to the Dhorn's face.

Jolan screamed and pulled back, swinging his longsword in a wide arc at Vico, but it encountered nothing but air.

"Where'd you learn how to fight? In an academy for girls," Vico chuckled as he pressed his advantage. "You should definitely practice more. Or better yet, demand your money back because you got robbed."

It was time to finish it. Vico had better things to be doing than playing with this poor excuse for an officer. He lunged forward, slamming Kinslayer through layers of chain and leather. Jolan groaned and gasped as he dropped his sword and reached out to grab hold of Vico's shoulder.

He shoved it off before summoning another burst of sucking energy, applying it directly to the officer's heart. Jolan bucked violently before slumping to the floor. Then Vico bent over him and cruelly slashed his throat, leaving him to die alone. He dashed over to the door he'd seen Father Kheldar take Shiloh through and kicked it open.

Scanning the dark room, he noticed she was still in Kheldar's arms and he had a dagger pressed to her throat. "I'll kill her if you come any closer," Kheldar shouted.

Vico shrugged, "Go ahead. Do it. Kill her. I dare you." He took a step closer.

"I mean it. I'll slice her pretty white throat wide open."

Vico moved closer, his black eyes focused on the priest. "And I said go ahead. I'd enjoy watching that two bit slut bleed out. Do it. Slit her open."

Kheldar's hand shook visibly as he raised the blade in place. Shiloh gulped, repressing a scream as she felt the coldness of the steel against her skin. "That's close enough."

"You fuckin' coward! Kill her now or die yourself." Vico advanced six more paces, just an arm length or two from Shiloh and the priest. "Do it!"

Shiloh cried out as the blade pierced her flesh. She closed her eyes and went limp in the Kheldar's arms, hoping to wiggle her way out before his knife cut her any deeper. But then Vico was in front of them. He yanked her away from the priest and brought both his swords up, slamming them into the man's unprotected chest. Kheldar went down as Vico callously watched. 

Then he turned to Shiloh and threw the cowl off and removed the face mask. His turned his cold eyes upon her. "You have got to be the stupidest bitch I have ever met! What in the fuck do you think you're doing? Robbing a temple? No one in the family told you to do that?! Do you want to get caught? Do you want to be the cause of our entire organization being exposed?"

"I don't expect you to understand, asshole, but I had my reasons. I needed to procure a specific magic item and only a temple would have it. I tried to deal fairly with that bastard priest, but he was going to use me and not sell me the thing I wanted. I thought I could get away with it. I had to try."

Vico scoffed at her. "Stupid bitch! When are you going to learn to leave these things to the people who are experienced enough to succeed?!?! Let's get out of here. I'm taking you to Nathan and you had best have a better explanation than that line of bullshit you just handed me."

Shiloh made a face at him and picked up the haversack that she had dropped then followed him back through the closet panel to the set of rooms on the other side. He escorted her through the tunnels in which she had came through, but he manipulated another hidden panel opened up to another tunnel which would lead them back to the main sewers. 

Nearly an hour passed before they came to a locked door. Vico pulled out a key and opened it. He shoved her through, locking the door behind him. "Head up the ladder and try to stay hidden."

"Where are we? What's above that ladder?" She asked as she reached for a rung.

"The bearded lady, stupid. Just get your ass up that ladder NOW!"

Shiloh scrambled up it and opened the hidden door in the floor. As she climbed up, she realized where she was. Vico joined her, smoothing the small rug back over the trap door and grasping her elbow. He pulled her along with him quietly, leading her up the stairs to Master Nathan's office.

"Nathan, something should be done about her," Vico started as he shoved Shiloh towards the older man.

"Why, Vico?" Nathan raised an eyebrow at the blackguard and then turned his gaze upon her. "What's she done?"

"I saved her ass from being turned over to the Dhorn and tortured. Their pet priest caught her robbing the temple." Vico replied. "I followed her every move."

"Shiloh? Care to explain yourself?"

"Let go of me, asshole," she jerked her arm from Vico's grasp. "I was working on the job you gave me, but there was also something else I needed to do and for that I needed money. Lots of money. When I broke in the Dhorn barracks, I found a lead. Two large sums of money was paid out to the same person. Now that corroborates what I overheard in the sewers that time. The one man told the Dhorn he'd need money to bribe people with. I have to ledger with me... somewhere."

Shiloh sat down on the floor and dumped everything out of her haversack. She found the book and handed up to Nathan. "Flip it open about halfway. You'll see the entries I'm talking about. I not only lifted that book, but the Dhorn payroll as well. It totaled around forty-five thousand gold pieces. You will not believe the audacity of the Dhorn. That payroll was being housed in three safes that came from the castle. Those three safes were my father's. I knew the combinations and took what I feel is rightfully mine. The gold trade bars within them were stamped with the royal seal. I disguised myself and traded them at the jeweler for seven very nice gems. I took those gems to the temple. I had hoped to trade them for a rod that brings people back to life. That low life priest meant to do harm to me. I was happy to steal his keys and raid his treasures. I have the rod in question along with a second one that I found hidden beneath an odd altar. It was in a dark locked room. I don't think Father Kheldar knew about it."

"And just who do you plan on reanimating, Shiloh?" Nathan asked with a look of disbelief on his face. 

She studied her feet for a few minutes before sneaking a glance sideways at Vico then she turned her gaze back to Nathan. "Do you really need to ask that?"

"From what I know about reanimating a person and bringing them back, they have to be willing to do so. Shiloh, after what happened to Caron, I don't think he'd want to come back. It is best to leave him dead."

Shiloh nodded at him, content to keep her eyes on the floor. She could feel Vico's heated stare upon her. She knew he probably wanted to hit her. She could deal with that. She just couldn't tell them the truth at this point. It had to be a surprise. "I don't have to take the things back that I stole, do I? I mean, I figure most of the things from the temple will be fairly useful."

"No, keep them, but just don't flaunt your new found wealth or call undue attention onto yourself," Nathan warned. "Now are you going to head over to the Arena later this evening and make some inquiries? I would suggest if you do that you do so as inconspicuously as possible."

"Yes, Master Nathan, that was the plan," she curtsied before him. "Actually, there was one thing I wanted to ask you. I wanted to ask you how you felt about Nicca coming to live with me. She expressed an interest in being with me, since I am the one who rescued her. Who knows when she'll be able to go live with her grandmother? She could still work in the kitchens."

"I don't think that is such a good idea, Shiloh."

"And why not?" Her voice raised an octave. She glanced over at Vico before turning her gaze back to Nathan. "She told me that this asshole scares her. She doesn't like the way he looks at her. She is only thirteen years old. She is an innocent young girl and I will not tolerate her being violated by him. And furthermore, there's Trissa. I know she's been mean to Nicca... behind Chella's back. I can't be down in the kitchen everyday to protect her. Therefore, I want her to live with me. I have more than enough room. She'll be safe with me."

Nathan nodded and glanced over at Vico. "Nicca's off limits. I'm sure you can still find enough whores to satisfy your needs."

Vico inclined his head and chuckled loudly. "Shiloh's whore enough to satisfy every man's needs."

Shiloh turned to him and slapped his smug face. "I'm not a whore. And furthermore, I'm through with you."

"That's enough!" Nathan barked. "Shiloh, you have a job to do. I suggest you get to it. Vico, I have something for you also."

Shiloh curtsied before she left the room. Her glare rested on Vico for a few tense seconds, but she kept walking. She'd show him. If her plan worked as well as she hoped, she'd have him where she wanted him once and for all. 

O.O

Though it had many months and her memory was a tad bit foggy, Shiloh made her way through the various tunnels that Vico had led her through the night of the Dhorn attack on the castle. It didn't take her all that long to reach the cellars of the castle. She knew where she was and how to get where she needed to be. She remembered fondly the years of hiding from her nanny when she wasn't interested in her studies. They usually searched for her in the stables, her other favorite place on the castle grounds. But the cellars.... she often pretended they were deep dark caves where within resided the mightiest of dragons. And though she would have proved to be the most delicious of morsels, the dragon spared her because of her beauty. The memories made her smile. She had had so many wonderful moments in this place. It broke her heart that she was now in exile and could no longer wander amongst its majestic walls. One day, she vowed, this will all be mine again.

Draping the hood of the cloak up over her head, she delved into the shadows. Where darkness lingered, she found the safest places to hide. She made her way up from the cellars to the main level of the castle. The floor above her had housed the royal suites, including her mother's wing. She knew that the royal ballroom lie ahead of her to the west and the throne room to the east. She wondered who had assumed her father's seat, who now held court above everyone else that where residing in the castle. She crept to a back stairway and stealthily made her way down it to what had once been the servant's quarters. Though her fondest wish would be to find someone alive that she had once known, she feared that was for naught. The Dhorn had most likely brought in their own retinue of attendants, those loyal to the Empire. 

Furtively, she eased her way down the long shadowy corridor. The kitchens were at the far end, but in between here and there were the rooms many of the workers had called home. Heading to the largest room, the one that had belonged to the woman who ran the kitchens, Mistress Madaera, Shiloh let herself into the dark room. After a few moments of searching around, she found a candle and lit it swiftly with a tindertwig. Pale light flooded the room, even encroaching into the darkest corners. 

As her father's mistress, Madaera lived in luxury as few servants rarely ever got the chance to. Her bed was large and had a feather mattress. Her wardrobe had been full of fine dresses, the likes of which the gentry might wear. And Madaera's daughters had been included in that. She picked up the candlestick and walked the length of the chamber to the door at the far end. She knew the room beyond the door had belonged to Shanna and Shira. Normally Shira stayed with her in the princess' suite, but Shiloh always knew she had a room off of the kitchens.

As she reached the door, she was immediately assailed by a horrid sickly sweet aroma. Shiloh held her breath as she entered it and lifted the candle aloft. A bracket still held an unused torch. She lit it, illuminating the small room.

In the corner, she spied a badly decomposed corpse with golden brown hair. By the smallness of her form and the destroyed clothing she still wore, Shiloh knew it had to be Shanna. She gasped as she noticed the multiple gaping wounds on the younger girl's torso, especially the one over her heart. Tears flowed down Shiloh's cheeks as she knelt before the body. Vico saved me from this, she whispered to herself.

Shiloh drew the rod from her haversack and held it above Shanna. She felt warmth on her skin that resonated from the intricately carved white ash and a single word entered her mind. She spoke it aloud, concentrating on Shanna. "Resurgo..."

She didn't know what would happen next. Minutes ticked by as the body before her began to reform anew. The gashes that rent her skin coalesced, leaving behind unmarred patches of new flesh. It made her whole again and as Shanna opened her eyes, she gasped for breath, sucking it into her empty lungs. Convulsing violently, Shanna's body jerked upwards as her eyes rolled back in her head. 

Unsure of what to do, Shiloh gathered Shanna in her arms, holding her tightly. "Everything's fine, little sister. Stay with me. I'm here to save you."

Long moments passed before Shanna came to again. She struggled in Shiloh's arms, trying to pull away. Begrudgingly, Shiloh let her go, but met her gaze evenly.

Wild eyed, Shanna scanned the room. "We must hide! The Dhorn!" She called out, attempting to crawl under her bed.

Shiloh grabbed hold of her arm, stopping her. "Shhh....listen to me, little sister. Much has happened since that fateful night. I have brought you back from the dead and I'm going to get you out of here. I'll take you to safety, to Vico."

"Vico?" She rubbed her eyes and stared unbelievably. "Princess Shiloh! Forgive me, I did not know it was you."

"I'm not a princess any longer. Though, I must confess something. Your mother and my father, the King, were lovers. We are flesh and blood. You're my younger sister. You and Shira. I survived the attack because Vico saved me. He was in the castle that night, trying to get to you," Shiloh admitted with a smile. "We cannot linger here. I have to find Shira's remains. They killed her before my very eyes. You should change your dress and grab your belongings. Then we must be off. I'll lead you to a safe place."

It took Shanna several long minutes to acclimate herself to mobility. Her muscles hadn't been used in a long time. Sweat broke out on her forehead as she shoved her clothes into a small valise before heading to her mother's room. She grabbed a few keepsakes from a shelf and placed them with her clothing. 

"Do you have a dark cloak?" Shiloh asked.

"Mother does, uhm... err.. did."

"Find it, put in on and let us be off. We have to be as silent as a mouse. No speaking, for there will be plenty of time for catching up when we have escaped the castle."

Shanna nodded, slowly following Shiloh back out of the room. She retraced her steps, not encountering anyone, on her way back to the cellars. After finding a good hiding spot for Shanna, Shiloh set back off again. This time her destination was her old room, the last place she knew Shira's body to be. Part of her didn't expect it to be there, due to the fact that she remembered Vico telling Master Nathan that the Dhorn had piled the bodies up in the castle yard. Yet she prayed to Bastian that it would.

As she neared what had once been a busy part of the castle, she encountered a lone Dhorn soldier, patrolling a deserted passageway. Shiloh ducked into a doorway and sized him up. He wasn't much taller than she nor any larger in build. A plan formulated in her head and she moved swift to put into motion. She leaped into the air, brandishing her poison sword, and brought it down on the exposed neck of the soldier who wasn't wearing his helm.

He heard him groan as her blade pierced his spine and down he went. Grabbing him by the feet, she dragged him into a nearby room, leaving behind a bloody trail. Quickly she stripped the still twitching man of his armor and cut his throat cleanly once she had him completely bare. 

Shiloh examined the armor pieces and realized she'd have to bind her chest on order for the breastplate to fit comfortably. She was too well endowed to be a Dhorn soldier. It took her several long nerve-wracking minutes to get into the armor, but finally she succeeded. She knew she would have to find a helm in order to hide her face. Searching around the lower levels, she finally found the large dormitory that served as a barracks for the soldiers that lived in the castle. Quickly she moved through the room, opening foot lockers until she found one that contained a helm and a red cloak.

The helm gave her a sense of claustrophobia as she settled it upon her head. It was too closed in around her. She sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she tried to make herself get used to the feeling of having it hiding her face. It was a necessity, she knew. Picking the red cloak up, she draped it over her shoulders, hoping it would hide her long hair, and fastened the clasp up front. Now it only she had a mirror. Part of her wanted to see what she looked like as a Dhorn. Yet the mere thought sent shivers racing down her spine.

Her search of the lower levels had taken longer than she had expected. She couldn't afford to waste any more time. And with that niggling in her brain, she made haste back up to the upper level where what had been her own room was located. She hoped to find Shira. Shiloh knew there was no certainty of that, though. That she had found Shanna had been a miracle. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 24



She moved as quickly as the bulky armor would allow with an air about her that she belonged here. In all reality, she did. This had been her home. Her fists clenched at the thought. Just because the Dhorn were here for now didn't mean they would always be. One day, she would reclaim what was rightfully hers. And as she half-ran down the corridors she clearly remembered running through the night the Dhorn had come, she found it odd that she hadn't encountered anyone at all. Were they not using this portion of the castle? It seemed odd due to the fact the hallways were brightly lit with torches every few feet.

Shiloh took in another deep breath as she reached her old room. The broken door still hung on its hinges. How odd that it hadn't been replaced? An ache tore through her heart. It had been nearly nine months. She stepped over the threshold and into the room. It looked exactly as she remembered. She rushed across the room which was lit with torches to the other side of the bed. 

Her heart lodged in her throat as she rounded the corner and gazed upon the last spot she knew Shira had been. It sank hopelessly when she found nothing. A few tears spilled over her lashes. Shiloh had so hoped to find her, but it had been far too long. She sat down on the bed and pulled the helm off, allowing herself the chance to indulge in a few tears.

But only for a moment. She knew she had to get back to Shanna. Hastily she gathered her clothing from the armoire, her brushes, combs, and cosmetics from her vanity and several pairs of shoes. She stowed it into a valise that had been stored beneath her bed. Next she grabbed her journal, a few books and her favorite quill and ink set. They also made their way into her valise. And when she had everything she wanted to take with her, she headed back down to the cellars. To her sister.

She wondered what Vico's reaction would be. Would he be happy? Excited? Or would he behave in the typical Vico style? It was hard for Shiloh to predict, for he was a man of so many moods. Only time would tell.

"Shanna," she called out as she entered the cellar she'd left her in and removed the helm. "Shanna sweetie, it's me, Shiloh. Come out. We need to go."

A few tense seconds passed. Worry niggled at her. She frantically searched, calling out her name, but there was no answer. She headed into the darkest reaches of the room, squinting to see in the darkness. "Shanna?!?!" she cried.

"I'm back here," she replied with a yawn. 

Shiloh sucked in a deep breath of relief and rushed over to hug her sister. "You scared me, sweetie. I thought someone had found you."

"Did you find Shira?" Shanna glanced towards the door. 

"No, I didn't, not this time. I'm going to return after I get you settled in my apartment. She wasn't in my old room. I had hoped I'd find her there, but it's been nearly nine months. The Dhorn removed the bodies. I remember hearing Vico say that they'd piled them up in the castle yard. I figure they would have either buried the dead or burned them to avoid the outbreak of disease. Come now, we need to get out of here."

"Why are you dressed in their armor?" There was a wary look on Shanna's face.

"I thought it would help me move around the castle more easily, just in case someone saw me. Now let's go." Shiloh backtracked her way down into the bowels of the castle and into the sewers. When they reached the intersection that would either take them to the hideout or to the northern part of the city, Shiloh chose to go north. She'd take Shanna home before heading over to the Arena. When they reached the ladder, Shiloh sent Shanna up first and then followed. She handed her the valise and whispered, "I wouldn't seem right for a Dhorn soldier to be carrying that. Just walk behind me and pretend you aren't with me. The apartment is at the end of the street."

O.O

Shiloh unlocked the door to her apartment and ushered Shanna in. 

"This is all yours?" Shanna smiled, her eyes growing big as she looked around. "It's so big. I mean, I'd seen big rooms in the castle, but multiple people usually shared them. You have always been fortunate, Princess."

"Please, sweetie, I'm not a princess anymore. And yes, I have been fortunate. I earned this apartment. It wasn't just handed over to me. I spent nearly seven months working in a kitchen after the Dhorn attack and then I had to complete seven different lessons for Master Nathan to learn the trade." 

"I've heard of him. I remember Vico talking about him a few times. It just seems so strange that so much time has passed and that I've been dead all this time. How did you do it? I wouldn't have figured you for a priest," Shanna's brow furrowed as she looked around the living room of the apartment.

"I acquired a magical rod from the temple and brought you back to life with it. I didn't tell anyone what I was up to when I did it. I wanted it to be a surprise, especially for Vico." Shiloh began to remove the Dhorn armor, setting the pieces on the floor near the armoire. "Now, if you are tired, the bedroom is back there. There's also a tub in that room over there if you'd like to take a bath."

Shanna's whole face lit up. "Your own tub? Wow! Oh, Shiloh, I'd love to take a bath. And oh! When can I see Vico? I've missed him so much! It feels like an eternity."

"I have something I have to do for Master Nathan, but afterwards I'll head over to his place and bring him here. Or once I'm done, I could come here and take you there with me. Perhaps that would be better. I'm sure you'd like to have some time alone with him." A wan smile crossed Shiloh's face. As much as she loved him, she knew this was for the best. She was sure that Vico would be happier with Shanna. 

"What's wrong, Shiloh?" Shanna asked, noting the sadness that had entered the princess's eyes.

Shiloh look away. "It's nothing, my dear sister. I wish I could have found Shira, too. Now tomorrow I'll visit the furniture maker here in the city and order a bed for you. In the meantime, you can sleep in mine."

"What about you?" A suspicious look crossed Shanna's face. She wasn't buying Shiloh's line about Shira. Shanna was sure there was more to it than that. Shiloh hadn't gotten that look in her eyes until they were talking about Vico. Had there been something between the princess and the man who had been her whole world before the Dhorn attack? She recalled fondly the nights they spent together within the bowels of the castle. He had promised her so much. Would he make good on those now that she had been miraculously brought back? She couldn't wait to see him. She had to know the truth. 

"I'm not sure if I'll make it back before dawn so you take it. This job is important and I've put it off as long as I possibly can. I have to go to the Arena." Shiloh changed into the leather armor that Hatori had given her and laced it up around her body until it fit her like a second skin. She added her soft soled boots and the dark cloak she'd stolen from the temple to complete her outfit. "Are you hungry? Thirsty? I can run over to the Bear Pit and bring you back some food."

Shanna eyed her warily for a moment. She wasn't sure what to make of Shiloh. Her mother had nary a good word to say about the spoiled brat the King and Queen had spawned. And even Shira had said that Shiloh was condescending and rude to her. She wondered why the princess was being so nice to her and found it hard to believe that they were half-sisters. "That would be nice, Princess.... err, I mean... Shiloh."

"Chella makes a very good stew. I'll bring you a serving with some bread and dessert," Shiloh headed for the door. "I have a key. If anyone knocks, do not let them in, under any circumstances."

"I won't. I am going to take a bath," Shanna picked up her valise and headed off to bathe while Shiloh made her way to the door and locked it behind her. Shiloh had to get out of there as pangs of regret tugged at her heart. Perhaps she should have left well enough alone. She couldn't fault Shanna for feeling the way she did about Vico. Shiloh knew all too well how charming the blackguard could be when he really wanted to and obviously Shanna had never witnessed his violent side. A part of Shiloh prayed Shanna never did. 

A few tears slipped down her cheeks. She hastily brushed them away before dashing out the door of the building, through the pouring rain and into the Bear Pit. Heading up the stairs, she smiled a greeting at Nelina and sailed into the kitchen. Trissa turned and glared at her, but Shiloh ignored her. "Chella, I came for dinner, but I'd like it to go. I can fix it myself."

Chella waved her off before returning to her seat at the table with Celia, Silia and Nicca. It seemed that they were playing a game of cards. Shiloh stopped to watch them, hugging Nicca in the process, before she gathered the food for Shanna. 

Before she turned to leave, she cleared her throat. "Chella, when I come back over tomorrow, there's something I wish to discuss with you. I haven't the time at the moment, but it's important to me. So I'll see you then."

"Is it about you-know-who?" Chella cocked her head in Nicca's direction. 

Shiloh sighed. She loved Chella dearly, but the matronly woman was quite positively as obvious as a bull in a china shop. "Yes, Chella. Tomorrow?"

Chella nodded before she set her cards down on the table and cried, "Rummy!"

Shiloh laughed and headed back to her apartment. Once she was inside, she walked to the tub where Shanna was relaxing. "The food is on the table. I'll see you in the morning, if not beforehand. And again, I'll lock the door behind me so don't answer the door for any reason."

Shanna opened her eyes, "Yes, Shiloh. I'll be alright. I'm going to eat and rest and read a book. You have so many. I picked a few up that were on the floor."

"Thank you, sweetie. Just make yourself at home because this is your home now." Shiloh leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her sister's forehead. "We are family and we are all we have. I'll take care of you."

With that, Shiloh left the apartment.

O.O



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 25



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Ni'as, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Gladiators

Shiloh had only ever been to the western part of the city once before. That was when she was working on lesson five. She had to procure a ring from a residence here. She rubbed her bottom as she thought of the spanking Vico had given her after he rescued her from that Dhorn soldier who had tried to make her take all of her clothes off in front of him. She knew what the Dhorn had had in mind. He wanted to fuck her. Though she couldn't quite remember his name, she recalled what he looked like and kept an eye out as she strolled along on her way to the Arena. She wasn't in the mood for any confrontation with a Dhorn or any one as a matter of fact. She just wanted to get this job over with and find out who was collaborating with the Dhorn. She was sure they would be made to pay for their involvement in the whole mess. Had they had anything to do with Caron's death? Whether or not, she swore to make them pay. It wasn't fair that someone as young and sweet and good had to die so cruelly. 

Glancing at the tall tower clock that could be seen through most of the northern and western parts of the city, she knew the Arena would be open for a few more hours. She had never been allowed to come here before. It was far too dangerous and too violent for a girl of her upbringing. Shiloh scoffed, knowing she had done worse things than what went on here in the gladiatorial ring.

She opened the iron gate and let herself in. The noise level was almost deafening. From the sound of it many people had come to see the fights. She knew she wasn't here for that specifically, but she knew it would be a good idea to at least watch a fight or two just in case she saw someone she recognized. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to ask around a bit.

Approaching the ticket counter, she stopped to have a look around. There were doors leading up to the Arena itself and one marked for admittance by the gladiators only. That one might prove useful if indeed she needed to sneak back here. She knew she'd have to keep an eye out for the guards if she did return. She didn't relish the thought of getting caught by either of them.

The only other door she noticed was iron bound and marked with a sign that heralded it as the office. That might also merit returning to. Where there was an office, there had to be money. She chuckled to herself at the thought of fattening her own purse again.

Then she turned to the ticket vendor and smiled at the attractive girl. "I'd like a ticket, please." Shiloh spoke up as she dug into her money pouch.

"That'll be 5 gold coins then," she replied as she handed Shiloh a ticket and accepted the money in return, placing it in a small chest. "Have an enjoyable evening. I hear there is quite a line-up tonight."

"Do you get to watch the fights?" Shiloh inquired as she clutched her ticket in her hand.

"Only when I'm not on duty. Sometimes I get to go up and see the last fight. It's normally the main event."

"I see. I've never been to a place like this before. My parents were very strict. So, are the gladiators all human?" Shiloh asked, figuring the clerk would be a fount of information.

"No, not all. There is an Ogre, a Hill giant, some strange thing called an eyeball. And there's this strange witch woman. She usually foretells the weather and things like that. And there is a monk, too. He never speaks to anyone, but he always gets what he wants."

"But there are human male gladiators, right?" Shiloh cocked an eyebrow. 

"Oh yes."

Shiloh leaned closer to the ticket clerk. "Would it be possible to meet the gladiators? Visit them, perhaps?"

"Oh no, I'm sorry, Miss. Entrance to the gladiators' quarters is limited to authorized personnel only."

A frown crossed Shiloh's face. Now what, she thought to herself. I suppose I'll have to sneak my way in. "Hmmm..."

She studied Shiloh briefly, then lowered her voice, leaning even closer. "You've got a favor for big, strong men?"

"Yes, very much."

The girl cracked a wide smile. "I've got to admit, I enjoy looking at them too. I know the gladiators are often visited by women who pleasure them. I never see them coming in, however, just leaving. But I know a woman named Sharita is involved. She used to run a bordello in the city, the Dhorn have closed her down though. But I've heard she often visits the Lion's Head Inn these days. Maybe she'd get you in. I'd say that's your best bet, but don't tell anyone I told you. It could mean my job."

"Never fear. I didn't hear a word. Thank you." Shiloh winked and walked over to the guard working one of the doors that went up to the Arena floor. She handed him her ticket and waited while he invalidated it and let her through the gate. 

Apprehension filled Shiloh. She wasn't sure what she'd see up here. Her heart pounded in her chest. Would she see the same man she'd seen in the sewers? Would she be recognized by one of the commoners who had come to witness the bloody spectacle? 

Shiloh took the steps two at a time, her long legs eating up the distance quite quickly. As she entered the main area, she was assailed by the roar of the crowd and clang on weapons hitting flesh. She stopped momentarily, sucked in by the raw violence. It disturbed and fascinated her... she longed to join in on it. Instantly she imagined being in the shoes of one of them and fighting to the death. Claiming victory and reveling in the shouts of praise from the crowd.

But a voice brought her out of her momentary reverie. "Greetings, fairest lady. Your first time at the arena?"

Startled, she turned to him wide eyed. "Uh... yes, it is." His manner of welcome caught her off guard. Did he know who she was? Had he recognized her? "But I'm no fair lady. Just a simple kitchen girl."

"You look like the Princess," he commented. "It's nearly uncanny. I bet you've heard that before, huh?"

Shiloh nodded and shrugged. "A time or two."

"Well, let me give you a brief introduction. The arena's a big show! People from all over the kingdom come to see the fights! You see that shield over there?" He motioned to a huge shield mounted on a pillar. "That's where you can see the night's schedule. Normally there are five or six fights per evening! There is only two more left, one of which is the main event. Abhu, the hill giant, is fighting Taursxith, an eight headed Hydra. It's the battle of the giants. An exciting battle all around. You should bet on that one."

"Betting is allowed?" Shiloh asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh my yes. Wagering money on the different opponents is highly encouraged. It adds more excitement to the fights. A lot of people have made a small fortune this way. You'll want to visit the bookmaker for that. He's standing next to the arena master. He's the only person allowed to take bets. You'll also be able to see what the odds are on the opponents so you'll have a good idea who to bet on."

"Thank you very much, good sir." Shiloh inclined her head and walked away, making her way over to the shield. She scanned to list of events, carefully checking out the names of all the gladiators that were competing this night. She smiled as she noticed one that she'd seen before in the accounting ledger she'd stolen from the barracks. He'd already fought a match earlier in the evening and had won. No wonder he was working for the Dhorn. He wasn't a main event fighter.

Walking away, Shiloh stopped to watch the carnage in the ring. It wasn't pretty, that was for sure. A muscle-bound male in a loin cloth wielding the largest axe she'd ever seen was facing off against a half-orc female... it looked orcish, but had many human features as well... with an double ended axe in her hands. Both were bruised and bloodied and were giving the fight their all. 

The brutality of it had her mesmerized. She couldn't pull her eyes away as both combatants swung their weapons at each, tearing gashes in each others flesh. And then the man went down with one wide arcing sweep of the half-orc double axe, blood and entrails splattered all over. Shiloh turned away, resisting the urge to empty the contents of her stomach.

She had to get out of there. She had to let Master Nathan know what she had found out and she needed to pay a visit to this Sharita woman who could get her into the meet the gladiators. She knew she was on the right track. Shiloh left the arena in a hurry, leaving behind the ear-splitting noise and gut-wrenching violence. No wonder her father's advisors didn't think it was a good place for the princess to visit, she scoffed to herself.

Her destination was the Lion's Head Inn. She remembered fondly the night she'd spent with Pia. It had been a beautiful experience, but not one she was interested in repeating. She had decided that she preferred the passion and thrill that only a man could give her. The pleasure of a hard thrusting cock sent shivers of need racing through her and she quickly realized how much she missed it. How much she missed Vico...

Damn, she muttered aloud. This wasn't the time to be having thoughts such as those. She knew she certainly needed a good fuck. Perhaps once she finished this job for Master Nathan successfully, he'd be willing to tell her where Rhys was. A rendezvous with her gorgeous giant of a man was always pleasurable. And perhaps it would take her mind off Vico. It had to, she told herself disparagingly. She had made the decision to bring Shanna back, to mess with things she probably had no right messing with, and Shanna was looking forward to seeing the blackguard again. You've made your bed, a voice in her head reprimanded, now you must lie in it.

Ensconced in her thoughts, she walked into the Lion's Head Inn not paying attention to where she was going and ended up bumping a serving wench with her hands full. Shiloh watched in dismay as the tray of drinks hit the floor with a resounding crash and liquid splashed upon her. The waitress glared at Shiloh menacingly, "Watch where yer headed, stupid," the girl spat as she pulled a bit of cloth from her pocket and dabbed at her wet clothes. "I can't afford to buy these customers drinks fer them."

"I'm sorry, miss. I wasn't paying attention. Excuse me," Shiloh gave her a frosty glance and headed towards the innkeeper. He raised an eyebrow as she approached his desk.

"Ya gonna pay for that?" He asked as he motioned toward the serving girl who was now cleaning up the spilled drinks.

"Why would I do that?" Shiloh shrugged, "She should watch where she's going. I'm the patron here and I've always been told that the customers are always right. Plus I work for Master Nathan."

He cleared his throat, "But I don't. Pay up or you'll find yourself out on your skinny little ass, wench."

Shiloh handed him a gold piece, "Will that suffice, good sir?"

"Do you mean to insult me? That doesn't even come close." He turned towards a door and bellowed, "Time to take out the trash."

Shiloh flashed the haughtiest glare she could manage and slowly pulled her knife. "I wouldn't call me that if I were you. You just might find that the next time you open your mouth, I'll slice off your tongue and make you eat it. Now, are you going to apologize or do I need to get really nasty?"

The innkeeper paled as his eyes darted from her to the blade and back to her. His fear of her rolled of him in palpable waves. "N-No ... need for... violence and no... harm done," he stammered, eyeing her warily as he noted her glowing red eyes. 

She nodded at him, replacing her blade. "I came in here looking for a woman named Sharita. Would you be so kind as to point her out to me and then I'll be on my way?"

"She's over there in the turquoise dress." The innkeeper pointed over as he motioned for the serving wench to come over to him who lowered her as she complied. 

Shiloh nodded again and turned away from him, strolling over to Sharita quite casually as if nothing had happened at all. "Sharita?"

"Who wants to know?" The attractive middle aged tawny skinned woman replied.

"I do, naturally. It would seem we have some business to discuss. Would you like a drink?"

"I favor elven mead. They have a fine one here, but it doesn't come cheap," Sharita replied as she looked Shiloh up and down. 

Shiloh snapped her fingers at the serving wench she'd bumped into and sat down in a chair across from the older woman. "You, wench, the lady will have a glass of your finest elven mead and I shall have Willowyck Brandy. Promptly and don't drop it."

The waitress bobbed a curtsy despite the fact that her cheeks were burning with indignation and scurried off the fill the order.

"And what kind of business do we have to discuss, sweetheart? Because I don't believe I know you." Sharita spoke up.

"Well, sweetheart, my name is Belara and I was told you would be the woman to speak to about getting a rendezvous with the gladiators at the Arena. You see, I love big strong men and that kind of company is so hard to find. I abhor going anywhere near the docks. It's just not safe anymore. I had to find an alternate way to cater to my... let's say, addiction. It could very well be a profitable enterprise for both of us."

Sharita cocked an eyebrow at her and leaned forward as the serving wench set their drinks on the table. "And how often would these rendezvous occur?"

"Nightly," Shiloh grinned as she handed the waitress a small pouch of gold coins quite nonchalantly. "I'm a woman who needs constant... attention, if you know what I mean."

"Then why not get married?"

"I am married... to an older gentleman. It was an arranged marriage and he's not physically able to perform the way I need it, but since he is a wealthy man I just can't leave him. Being penniless doesn't suit me. So until he dies and leaves me with his fortune, I'll seek outside means to satiate my needs. Now can you help me?"

"Usually it's the gladiators who pay for these kinds of services, but for a fee, I believe I can arrange a meeting."

Shiloh delved into her haversack and pulled out a pouch of gold, slipping it across the table to Sharita discreetly. "Tonight?"

Sharita downed the contents of her glass and inclined her head. "Come with me," she motioned as she led Shiloh out of the inn and over into the western part of the city. The Arena was dark as were most of the houses. She knew it had to be fairly late. Sharita avoided the main entrance, instead approaching a small trapdoor located in an alcove in the back of the building. She unlocked the trapdoor with a key of hers and explained to me that it was an old funnel that can be used to get into the basement.

Shiloh eyed the older lady speculatively before carefully lowering herself into the funnel. It was just wide enough for her to squeeze into. There was no ladder to be found. The thought of having to drop down into the darkness unnerved her more than she wished to admit. She hesitated for a moment. Sharita noticed her apprehension. "Don't worry, sweetheart, it's only a small drop. There's a shaft below you. You'll be sliding down than actually falling. And have fun. I'll see you tomorrow night, if you don't mind a few bumps and bruises. These guys tend to be rough on the ladies."

"I like it rough," Shiloh grinned before allowing herself to let go and drop down into the darkness below her. She slid down the funnel, rapidly picking up speed. The friction of leather on steel warmed her bottom quite nicely. But then she felt the sensation of falling. A small squeak of dismay slipped from her lips as readying herself for her landing. She wasn't sure how pretty it was going to look, but she tucked herself into a ball, hoping to slow her momentum. Soon she tumbled into a sparsely lit room and landed in a crouch, letting her knees absorb most of her impact. A small hiss of pain slipped past her lips. 

She gathered her wits about her and scanned the room. Before her, polishing an extremely large axe was an overly muscled hulk of a man. He cocked an eyebrow at her, looking up at the chute she'd come down from. "Who sent you, wench? What brings you here?" 

"Where's here?" Shiloh bluffed, looking around the room nosily.

"I asked you first, bitch, and if you don't have a good explanation, my friend here," the bald headed man petted his double-bladed axe, "will become quite intimate with your insides."

"See, for most of m'life I'se been an urchin. I like pickin' locks and breakin' into homes. Just t'see how the other half lives. I picked the lock on the trap door. It was so simple. Ya'll should consider a harder lock."

He studied her thoughtfully, his eyes talking a slow walk over every inch of her body. "Then why do I get the feeling that yer a spy, lil' girl?"

Shiloh let out a chuckle. "Nah, just a thief," she quickly sprang into action, whipping out both her swords quickly. 

Without speaking, the gladiator launched his attack, meeting her head on. He swung his massive double-bladed axe at her. She dodged him quickly, ducking beneath it and tumbling backwards. He charged at her, a growl on his lips, but Shiloh nimbly sidestepped his rush, which carried him past her. With a giggle, she planted a foot on his rear, and gave him a big shove.

The gladiator whirled as he regained his equilibrium and swung at her again. She ducked the swipe, bringing her swords in contact with his legs. She jabbed and stabbed, watching as blood spurted from two ragged cuts upon his thigh.

The two combatants circled each other, looking for an opening. Shiloh struck first, making a feint at his arm with her right hand that he easily parried with a swing of his axe. She seized the slim opening his attack left for her off-hand sword to strike a slashing hit to his torso. He let out a hiss and pressed his attack on her as dual strikes of his weapon came at her. His blows landed, opening gashes in the front of her armor and tearing the flesh beneath it. Shiloh cried out as the pain ripped through her. She knew she couldn't take any more of those hits. It would mean utter defeat. She couldn't fail at this either.

She tumbled back, favoring her injuries and landed a deep cut to his chest again. She hissed in frustration. That one was meant for his neck, she mentally chided herself as she swept past him. He spun to face her and swung at her again. Ducking and rolling out of the way, Shiloh feinted for his torso. He brought his guard low in an attempt to block her, but she proved to be too swift for him. Bringing both blades up, she whirled about, sweeping around his guard and slicing his throat wide open. His double axe clattered uselessly to the floor at her feet as he gasped around the blood welling up in his mouth. It splattered on her armor and onto the floor as he fell in a thud. 

Making sure he was indeed dead, she rolled him over and stabbed him repeatedly in the chest. "Asshole," she muttered as she quickly searched his room. Atop a desk was a receipt she found interesting. It was from the very same payroll office she had robbed. One thousand gold paid to the order of a man named Jarthan Mordwinn. He didn't look like the one she'd seen in the sewers, but she was sure she was on the right track. Jarthan was the same one who had competed earlier in the fights.

Delving into her pack, she pulled out a healing draught and drank it quickly, shuddering as it slid down her throat. Damn, those things should taste better. She knew she had to be at her best if she wanted to sneak out of here alive and in one piece.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 25



After taking a few minutes to clean the blood off her armor, she eased her way to the door and cracked it open. Beyond her was a large dimly lit room. Three more men sat at a table playing cards while a fourth stood by the fire, drinking something a mug. She smiled as she fixed her eyes upon him. She recognized him immediately. It was the same man she had seen meeting with the officer in the sewers and knew she had found the hideout of the thugs working for the Dhorn. Master Nathan would be pleased with her for sure. 

She pulled her cloak around her completely and slipped out through the crack in the door, easing it shut behind her as quietly as she could. She knew it would be her death if these men caught her. One she could handle on her own, perhaps two if she was lucky... or had Bastian bolstering her abilities. As swiftly and silently as she could manage, she hugged the shadows of the room and made her way across it to a door that lead out into the hallway. A fifth gladiator sat snoozing in a chair nearby. 

She undid the latch and opened it a fraction, slipping through without alerting the guard. Breathing a shallow gasp of relief, she headed up another hallway passed cells of creatures the likes of which she had never seen to a guard post that blocked another door. She crept past more snoozing guards and made short work of getting the heavy iron door unlocked. 

Stairs, more hallway and locked doors followed, ending in a single gate through which she could entrance hall of the Arena. Directly ahead of her was the ticket clerk's booth. Once more she brought forth her picks and made short work of the lock on the gate. 

She knew as she stepped out into the big foyer that she was nearly home free. She knew the Arena had to be closed. None of the workers were present. She glanced around, eyeing the iron door that blocked entrance into the office. 

Hmmm, the office. She tapped her foot on the floor. The office was where the evening take should be. The allure of robbing the Arena of their money seduced her. She knew she didn't need the money. She wasn't sure what to do with the money she had now, but once she added to it, she was sure that purchasing better weapons and armor would benefit her greatly. As much as she liked her little poison blade, she longed for something more along the lines of Vico's insidious sword, Kinslayer. Perhaps he'd be willing to help her. Or perhaps not. She never knew with him. Pushing him out of her thoughts, she dashed to the office door and began to work her lock picks on it. It was extremely complex and difficult and after minutes of trying and cursing, she managed to finally get it open.

Slipping inside the office, she noticed a lone guard sleeping in a chair and the strongbox that sat next to him on the floor. She crept over to it and knelt before it, once more pulling out her lock picks. The lock was very simple and it opened quite easily. Reaching inside, she pulled out the sack of gold and frowned as she opened it. Surely the arena made more money than this, she mused as she stowed it away in her haversack. There had to be more somewhere.

Hurriedly she searched around, noting another strongbox behind a bookshelf as she pulled book from it. It prompted her to search the shelving unit itself and figured out that it slide outward on small casters. And after moving the shelf, she made short work of disabling a crude poison needle trap and unlocking the box. 

She gasped softly as she opened it. It was full to the rim with gold coins. She ran her hands over them, feeling them against her palm. These lil' beauties would be all hers. It took her awhile, but she scooped handful after handful into her sack until the box was completely empty. Her pack was full and heavy, but she didn't care. This was all hers now. And she knew leaving the Arena would be easier than escaping the Barracks had been.

Shiloh chuckled to herself. How easy and how grand her adventure had been. It was intoxicating. The only thing she had left to do was inform Master Nathan of her discovery. She hoped he'd be proud. 

O.O 

Shiloh breezed into his office after she deposited her stolen loot at her apartment. He didn't need to know that she had robbed the Arena and what he didn't know wouldn't hurt her a bit. She hoped he would pleased that she found where the Dhorn collaborators were hiding. And she hoped he would send someone to deal with them because she knew she couldn't do it alone. 

Fighting one of them had been difficult enough. And though she knew Bastian would be eager to help her, she was already indebted to him enough. Not that being so was a bad thing....

"Master Nathan," Shiloh bobbed a curtsy before him and smiled. He looked up at her and set down the cup of coffee he'd been drinking.

"Your habit of coming in here at these gods awful hours is mildly disturbing. It makes me wonder when you ever sleep," he remarked wryly as he raised an eyebrow.

"When do you ever sleep?" 

A hint of a smile hovered on his lips. "So what is it you need, Shiloh? I'm quite busy at the moment."

"Should I wait to inform you that I've found where the cutthroats spying for the Dhorn are? They're gladiators, hiding in the catacombs below the arena."

"And you are 100 percent certain of this?"

Shiloh nodded, "Of course I am. I wouldn't be here wasting our time if I weren't. I recognized one of them as the man I overheard talking to the Dhorn officer in the sewers. I went to the Arena like you told me, too. The ticker clerk gave me some information about a woman named Sharita that ran a brothel here in the city before the Dhorn invaded. Sharita often provides women for the gladiators. So I went to see her earlier. She got me into their lair. One of them is already dead, by my hand. As I was sneaking out through their hideout, I saw the same man I saw before. I had a feeling they were there, anyway. When I was in the Arena, watching one of the fights, I saw the same name on their line-up that was in that ledger I brought to you."

"Hmmm, I see. Well, this calls for certain actions." Nathan cleared his throat and motioned to Timo, the big man standing by the door. "Get Vico."

Minutes ticked by slowly before the blackguard entered the room. "Ah, Nathan, you caught me downstairs. It seems we have a serving girl who is filling her own pockets with coin. Shall I take care of her for you?" A shiver ran down Shiloh's spine as she noticed the evil glint in Vico's eyes. He grinned insolently, ignoring her presence in the room.

"No, Vico, that'll have to wait. I have something more important for you. Shiloh found the scum working for the Dhorn. Take her and a few others and put an end to this unfortunate situation."

"Consider it done," he inclined his head at Nathan before he turned to Shiloh. His grin became even more truculent than before. "But I don't need her going with me. She'll only be a hindrance. Just tell me where they are and I'll see that is taken care of."

An enraged glare crossed her face and she slapped him as hard as she could and watched as his head snapped back. "Then I'll do it myself, asshole. I don't NEED you."

Vico clenched his fist and grabbed her, ready to smash her to a pulp until he noticed her eyes glowing a bright blood red and the color of her skin starting to take on a copperish hue. 

Nathan cleared his throat loudly. "Unhand her, Vico," the older man nearly growled. "This hostility between you two will cease immediately. I have had enough of it."

But Shiloh was too far gone in her transformation. The moment Vico released her, she pounced, slamming her knee as hard as she could into his groin. The blackguard hissed in pain and doubled over while her fingernails extended into razor sharp talons that resembled daggers. 

She rode him to the floor, stabbing at his chest unmercifully. Nathan bellowed for assistance. Timo, Nicha, Wesh and Warent piled into the fray, desperately trying to separate Shiloh from Vico, but their efforts were for naught. She easily batted them away like flies and resumed her assault upon the blackguard. 

But Vico wouldn't go down without a fight. Though he was bleeding profusely from multiple wounds, he summoned a ball of sucking energy to his hand and pressed it against her chest. Shiloh convulsed and screamed in pain. It gave him the upper hand with her. The blackguard flipped her to the floor and put her beneath him, positioning his legs over her arms as he whipped out Kinslayer and held it to her throat. "Give me one good reason, demonspawn whore, why I shouldn't slit you wide open?" His words were in the Abyssal tongue, guttural and gravelly. 

"ENOUGH!" Nathan's voice boomed as he yanked the younger man from Shiloh. "I WILL NOT HAVE THIS NONSENSE IN MY OFFICE!"

Standing between them, he watched as Shiloh grabbed hold of a bookshelf in order to pull herself up. As Timo tried to lend her a hand, she smacked it away and focused her hate-filled glare at Vico. "I'm no whore!" she retorted in the same language and let her skin turn a fiery red. "Quit hiding like a cowardly old woman and fight me!"

"You're good as dead, bitch!" Vico's black eyes turned an even more violent shade of red as he reached passed Nathan and hit Shiloh with a blow that resounded through the upper floor and kitchen. She crashed into the bookshelf, smashing it with the force of her impact and slumped to the floor, thoroughly knocked out.

Nathan's eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked from Shiloh to Vico. "You will explain to me what in the name of the hells is going on between you two!"

Vico shuddered and took a deep breath, gathering his composure. "She's been enthralled by a dark god. This isn't the first time I've had to remove his influence from her. They must have bonded even deeper than I had expected because he doesn't seem to want to let her go. I won't utter his name here because I'd rather not call him to her. You'd be wise to call a powerful healer because she's going to need it."

"Father Derthur is dead. There aren't any others that I know of," Nathan exhaled deeply. "How did this happen? I knew she was exhibiting signs of being far too much like you, but it never guessed she was in that deep."

Vico pulled two long cylindrical vials from a pouch. He drank one, feeling a tremor course through him as it completely healed his many wounds. Sweat broke out on his forehead. "It's a long story and you aren't going to like it."

He launched into the explanation of their affair and how Shiloh had become overwhelmed with jealousy when she found another female in his bed. He confessed that in her rage she killed the girl and placed the body upon his altar, calling to her a high power. The one who answered her call gave her the power to seek her revenge on Vico and it was only after she'd brought him to the brink of death that she spread her bloody slaughter to the streets, murdering several Dhorn patrolman. When she returned, Vico had been able to overpower her and had thought he severed her connection with her new patron god. It was only then that Vico had told Shiloh who the girl was and what she was doing in his bed.

An utterly stunned expression crossed Nathan's face as he listened to Vico's account of Shiloh's descent into madness and what he'd had to do to redeem her soul. "And why wasn't I told about any of this?"

"Probably for the same reason she never told you I was the one who attacked her down at the Wharf that night." The coldness of Vico's voice spent shivers through everyone standing in the room.

Nathan's jaw hit the floor. "What in the hells made you do that to her? You nearly killed her, dammit! Why in the hells did you bring her to me after that?" Rage simmered within the older man's eyes. "And why would she defend you?"

Vico looked away and sucked in a deep breath before taking a seat in one of the chairs in the office. "I could easily say she brought on herself. Yes, she knew I was there. She played with fire and it burnt her. But when it comes right down to it, she did something I'll never forgive her for. She showed doubt after she behaved like a dockside whore. She initiated it and then had the audacity to second guess her actions. I don't play games and she learned that the hard way."

Nathan shook his head. "And she still protected you. Why?"

Vico shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't know, don't really care."

"You are aware how easily I could arrange to have you killed, don't you?"

Vico let out a barking laughter. "There isn't a man or woman in this organization that has a snowball's chance in hell in managing that and you know it. That's why I'm your enforcer. That's why you give me all the nasty jobs because you know I enjoy them. She's the only one who has ever come close to taking me out. Shiloh in her god-ridden state like you just witnessed nearly did me in," the blackguard replied as he raked his eyes over her unconscious form.

Nathan ran his hand over his face. He looked extremely old in that moment. "Is there anything else I need to know? What else have you two not told me?"

The blackguard shook his head. "Nothing on my part, but I'm not so sure about her. I know she's been up to something and I know she was lying when she made you think she wanted to bring Caron back from the dead. I'm not sure who she wanted to resurrect, but I'd keep closer tabs on her than you have. The decomposed heads of her parents are still mounted on the castle walls. I wouldn't put it past her to try to bring them back from the dead and attempt to regain her status as the crown princess. This dark god she has bonded with could certainly lend her the power to make it happen quite easily. I think the Dhorn would have a civil war on their hands if King Aurelius reappeared to rally the citizens."

Nathan placed his head in his hands for a brief moment before gesturing at the vial in Vico's hand. "Bring her to. We need to take care of those spies. She said she killed one already. While we rest here on our laurels they could be regrouping with the Dhorn. I'll talk to her once it's all said and done. And no fighting with each other."

Vico nodded and stood up from the chair, sighing raggedly. Pulling the stopper out of the vial, he cradled her in his arms and gently pried her lips apart, making her drink the curative draught. It took a few moments before she stirred completely. Once she realized where she was, she flailed about recklessly, pushing herself out of Vico's arms. A look of sheer fright graced her beautiful face. "Stay away from me!" Her head felt fuzzy. She sat down to regain her composure. "Asshole!"

Vico chuckled, "Are you over your temper tantrum yet? Can we get those show on the road? There's scum to kill. Now where are they?"

She glared at him before nodding. "Damn, did you have to hit me so hard? I think you just about knocked me all the way into the next ten-day. By the hells."

"Where, birdie? And how many of them do we expect to find there?" Vico was back to being all business, but she could feel his enmity for her brewing beneath the surface of his cool façade.

"In the pits beneath the Arena. There are five gladiators remaining. I don't see us having any trouble handling them. I've already taken out one of them on my own. I did see a few guards, though."

"Good girl," he smirked insolently. "Don't worry about those guards. They won't bother us, trust me. But I'm going to take two of our men with us so the pretty lady may feel safe. Lead the way now."

Nathan signaled to Timo to send for Ramir and Donan to accompany Shiloh and Vico back to the Arena. There was no talk at all between anyone in the small group as Shiloh led them back to the Arena. The guards stepped aside without a word when they saw Vico approach. Shiloh smirked, noting how Master Nathan's organization was so well known. Or Vico. Or both. In any case, it wasn't long before they arrived at their destination. The hideout of the thugs, working for the Dhorn.

Vico pulled Shiloh back as they neared the gate that led into the gladiator's room. "So far so good. You might want to stand back a little. This might get ugly," he scoffed in his usual insolent manner.

"You wish, asshole. I want to see these bastards bleed," she hissed, menacingly.

He cocked an eyebrow at her. Obvious he hadn't cooled her need for the kill as effectively as he had hoped. "Bloodthirsty, are you? I would've thought you'd lost your taste for it after I handed your scrawny little ass to you once again."

She rolled her eyes at him and pulled her weapons from their sheathes. "Are we here to talk or annihilate?"

He nodded briefly, "Lead on, but don't cry to me for help when you get beat again."

She leveled upon him one of the most chilling looks he'd ever witnessed in his life before hugging the shadows as she made her way over to the gate. She swiftly unlocked it and swung it open, allowing Vico, Donan and Ramir to charge the man still snoozing in a chair nearby. She tumbled passed them, into the main room and quickly engaged an axe wielding warrior who met her head on.

The clang of steel on steel, the grunt and groan of bodies taking vicious blows and the tangy scent of fresh blood filled the room as one by one the gladiators succumbed to their deaths at the hands of their attackers. Shiloh tumbled and feinted, slashing her poison blade through the flesh of the men who had been involved in the circumstances that had led to Caron's death. She could hear Vico behind her, but could not see him. A gut-wrenching roar escaped from Donan's lips as the last remaining gladiator buried his axe blade deep into the fighter's midsection. He crumbled to the floor, his guts spilling around him. Shiloh watched in horror and unleashed an ear-splitting wail at the sight of such carnage. Then she, Vico and Ramir surrounded the man responsible. They offered no mercy, heartlessly stabbing and slashing before finally severing his head from his body.

Blood splattered all over Shiloh. She threw her arms up over her head and screamed as if it had seared her flesh. Vico grabbed hold of her wrist and dragged her back out of the room. "We'd better get out of here before the patrol arrives."

"What about our guy that died? Are we just going to leave him behind?" Shiloh protested, pulling her arm out of Vico's grasp. 

Ramir looked her straight in the eyes, "It's necessary, little one. I don't like it any better than you. Donan was a good mate, but we need to be as far away from here as possible before the Dhorn arrive."

She nodded and allowed Vico to lead them all the way back to the Bear Pit. Once again, no one said a word until they re-entered Nathan's office. He cocked an eyebrow at them, noticing the absence of Donan. "How'd it go?"

"Our mission is complete. They are all dead. Unfortunately, we lost one of our own," Shiloh replied. "I didn't want to leave the body behind, but there was no way to get him out of there."

Nathan nodded, "These things happen, Shiloh. Well done. I am pleased to here of your success."

"It was quite the massacre. But she hung right in there," Vico scoffed.

"After the fight we all witnessed here earlier, I have no doubt of that," Nathan replied as he noticed the beaming smile on her face. The truths that had come out this very night hadn't settled well with him and he felt the need to assert control over the situation. "Speaking of which, we have a few things to discuss."

Nathan snapped his fingers and everyone left the room, pulling the door shut behind them, leaving only Shiloh and Vico with the boss. "Both of you sit down."

Vico slid into the chair Shiloh had meant to sit in and pulled her down onto his lap forcefully. She slapped him in retaliation and wrenched herself out of his grasp, picking a different chair near Nathan's desk. "Don't touch me, you vile loathsome pig," she sneered at him haughtily.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 25



The blackguard laughed heartily. "I've had you, birdie. Don't flatter yourself."

Nathan cleared his throat. "Children, behave. Now, Shiloh, why in the name of the gods did you lie to me when I asked you who attacked you down at the Wharf?" He caught her look of sheer surprise as she gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth. 

"Yes, I know about that. Vico told me all about it after that fight you two had. You will answer me and you'll tell me the truth."

Shiloh hung her head momentarily. A myriad of emotions swirled within her. Apprehension, dread, relief, anger and pain clogged her entire being and made it difficult for her to breathe. She wasn't sure what to say, nor was it easy to explain why she protected him. She sighed wearily before leveling her luminous blue eyes upon the older man. "I... I mean, mhm... I can't tell you why because it's hard to explain. It's difficult. I wanted something I could hold over his head, a way to manipulate him into doing what I wanted. He's not the only one carrying a secret about something I've done. Since we're baring our souls, perhaps you should have a chat with Warent and Joanna's son, Lenton about what they were doing the night before Lenton got married. They were fucking me."

Nathan's eyes flashed with momentary anger before he let it pass. "I set that 'off-limits' rule for your own good, so no one else would take advantage of you so ruthlessly like Vico did the night he violated you and you willingly choose to ignore it. How can you be so stupid, Shiloh?"

"That's just it. I wasn't thinking of it in those terms. All I knew is that it felt good. I felt unbelievably beautiful and sexy and wanted. It did wonders for me, for the way I felt about myself. It gave me the attention I so desired. I did the things I did to garner attention from him," she pointed at Vico. "I reveled in the spankings. It made me feel so alive. It was so addicting, that heady rush, that I craved that next ride, that next incident. But somewhere along the way I think I fell in love. I know I made a mistake by bedding that Dhorn commander, and I know it made you angry and I am so sorry for it. It's been hell doing without you."

"If you were truly sorry, you wouldn't have done it in the first place. You're a two-bit royal whore, Shiloh. You may not take money, but you're a whore nonetheless," Vico retorted.

Shiloh recoiled as if he'd slapped her. "Son of a bitch! You're one to talk! How dare you stick your dick in that insipid little cunt Trissa? You think I don't know you fucked her?"

Vico burst out laughing. "I don't know where you got your information from, but she begged me and I turned her down. I know whores who've spent less time on their back than she has. I have my standards and she doesn't measure up. And neither do you."

Shiloh launched herself out of her chair and tackled him once more, wrestling him to the ground and beating upon his chest with her closed fists. "You gods be damned son of a crotch rotted whore! You wouldn't have spent so much time chasing after me like a bitch in heat if I truly didn't meet your standards, asshole. And you wouldn't have kept me abed for days on end if you didn't enjoy fucking me. I protected you. I lied for you. And I have had many chances to slit your throat while you slept, but I didn't because I loved you. I don't care if you'll never return those feelings. You aren't capable of them anyway."

Nathan jerked Shiloh off of Vico and threw her bodily against the wall. With a tone that brooked no opposition, he glanced from her to him. "One more outburst like that from either of you and I will make damn sure you both regret it. I will have peace in my office and in 'The Family.' If either of you cannot abide by that, then you will pack your bags and leave the city immediately and never come back, because you sure as hell won't like the alternative. Vico, you're dismissed. I need you to report to Alfons. He has something important for you to take care of."

The blackguard climbed to his feet and inclined his head before leaving the room.

"Same goes for you, Shiloh. Take a day or two off. You've earned it." Shiloh followed Vico down the stairs, catching up with him as he exited to Bear Pit. She grabbed hold of his arm.

"Vico, there's something you need to see. Something that's in my apartment. The whole reason why I wanted the rod of resurrection. Could you spare a moment to come with me?" 

He glared at her. "Get out of my sight, birdie."

"No, not this time. Now I'm asking you politely. Don't make me get angry again," her jaw clenched as she growled at him, tugging on his arm in attempt to force him to come with her.

"Fine," he relented, knowing she'd hound him all the way back to Alfons'. "But this better be worth my time."

"Oh, I think it will be, Vico." Shiloh gave him a radiant, knowing smile and led him to her apartment. 

She unlocked her door and ushered him in, leading him to the bedroom where she lit a candle and held it above the sleeping form of her half-sister, Shanna.... Vico's former girlfriend. He gasped as he realized who it was and beheld Shiloh with a look of awe. "How? Why? When?"

"I wanted you to be happy, and since I seem to be terrible at doing that despite that I love you more than anything, I made the decision to find her body if possible and bring her back for you. She doesn't know about us. I haven't told her anything more than the fact that you rescued me. I do know that she is looking forward to seeing you again. Though every time I've heard her speak of you in that manner, I've felt these tiny little knives piercing my heart. Still I want you to be happy. That's all," Shiloh wiped the tears from her eyes and fled the room. 

But there was nowhere that she could go in that apartment that Vico couldn't find her. He stalked after her, cornering her in her small kitchen/bath area. "You shouldn't have put yourself at risk like that. Going into a castle of Dhorn to find a body that you had no idea if you'd find or not. You could've been killed."

"I know that castle intimately. I could navigate through it blindfolded. I grew up within its stately walls. There isn't a nook or cranny that I am not familiar with. Half the castle is vacant. I only encountered one Dhorn soldier and he's dead now. I killed him and stole his armor and was able to move around freely. I think you underestimate me."

Vico scoffed. "You tempt fate," and stalked off, leaving the apartment behind. There was much he had to think about. There was much they both had to think about. Shiloh wondered if she'd made the right choice after all. Perhaps she should've just left well enough alone. 

But she had seen the brief flicker of hope flash through his eyes when he realized who was sleeping in Shiloh's bed. She counted on that as a catalyst to make Vico come back for more. 

But only time would tell. 



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 26



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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The Painting

"You tempt fate."

Vico's words echoed in her mind as Shiloh ate her breakfast in solitude. She hadn't woken Shanna yet. She figured the girl needed some rest after her ordeal. Dying and coming back to life had to be taxing on the body. Her own experiences with Vico ridding her of Bastian's influence had not been very pleasant. Though the blackguard had thought he had succeeded in doing so, Bastian was still a part of her. He wouldn't let her go that easily. Not without a fight.

After finishing her repast of oatmeal, she took a leisurely bath and dressed herself in the turquoise gown she had purchased at Gaston's. It looked good on her. She liked the way the bodice hugged her chest and the way the skirt gathered enticing at her hips and flowed to her feet. She coifed her hair, buffed her nails and applied a light coating of cosmetics to her face. She wasn't sure why she was prettying herself all up. She planned to take Shanna to Vico's place. She knew her sister would want to see him. Though after his reaction the night before, she couldn't be sure he wanted to see her, but it was the chance she had to take.

As she headed back into the bedroom, she smiled at Shanna, who was sitting up on the bed, drowsily rubbing her eyes. "Good morning, my sweet," Shiloh chimed at her. "There is still some breakfast on the table and I can run you a bath, if you'd like. I thought we could go shopping this morning."

Shanna's brow furrowed lightly. It seemed odd to her that the princess was offering to do these things for her. Normally she had been the one working for the nobility. She couldn't help but express her concern. "This is very weird to me. You're the princess and I'm the servant. I should be running your bath and seeing to your needs, not the other way around."

"Things have changed. I'm no longer the princess and you're not a servant anymore. We're now equals. What's mine is yours. You're my sister. We're family, the only one I have left. I intend to take care of you and find you a good man who will love you the rest of your life. I just want you to be happy."

"But Vico won't marry me. He told me so once before." Shanna softly replied.

"That asshole isn't a good man. He and I don't get along. He may have saved my life, but he's never been nice to me. We had a job to do together last night and we spent more time fighting with each other than anything else. He hits hard and it doesn't matter to him that I'm a female," she scoffed tersely. "But I did promise you I'd take you to see him and that I will do."

"Does he know about me?"

Shiloh looked away, not sure what to tell her. She nodded her head, "Yes, he does. I brought him here after our mission was complete. It was very late and you were fast asleep. He didn't want to disturb you."

"Well that doesn't sound like the Vico I know. He used to wake me up at night. He would sneak through the kitchens, and through my mother's room to see me and he would lead me to one of the cellars." A pretty blush covered Shanna's cheeks and most of her upper body. Shiloh knew all too well what her sister felt. Vico was indeed highly skilled in the arts of giving a woman pleasure. "He cared for me very much. He was always gentle with me."

"Then you are indeed lucky, little sister. I've been the recipient of his wrath more times than I'd like to remember. I don't think my backside will ever be the same," a shiver coursed through Shiloh as she recalled the many times he'd used and abused her. It caused an ache to zing through her nether regions. She needed to visit Rhys and soon.

"Perhaps it's because of who you are. Vico hated your father and everything the nobility stood for. He probably sees you as some useless little princess." Shanna replied as she climbed out of the bed, favoring her back. "Ughh, your bed's far too soft."

"My father is your father as well. You're of noble blood, despite the fact that you were raised as a servant."

"Even if I'd have known, even if my mother would have told me or Shira, it wouldn't have done me any good. It wouldn't have bought me a damn thing. My mother would never speak of the man who fathered us. She never spoke of an affair with King Aurelius. I knew she was having one, though. Especially after I'd been seeing Vico. She'd return to her room wearing the blush of a woman well loved. I just never knew that HE was my father."

"I find that surprising because I'd heard the rumors for years. I think my mother knew because she had had her own affair. Do you remember the bard, Jaevirr?" Shiloh asked as Shanna sat down at the table and Shiloh served her breakfast.

"Oh yes, he was quite handsome. Many of the maids and kitchen workers were in love with him and he didn't let them down. I bet he was responsible for many big bellies amongst the female servants. I knew of a few that had babies that looked like him," Shanna smirked. "I was only eleven at the time, but I understood nonetheless."

"I didn't. My education came much later, only since I've left the castle." Shiloh admitted. "You eat, and I'll take care of your bath and your clothing."

Shanna eyed her sister surreptitiously. "Shiloh, can I ask you something honestly?"

"Of course. What would you like to know?" Shiloh had a feeling about what Shanna was about to ask her and she wasn't sure how to tell her the truth.

"What haven't you been telling me? I'm not a stupid little girl. I may be younger than you, but I can tell when you leave out certain things. Is there something I should know about you and my Vico? Has he had you?"

Shiloh's jaw dropped to the floor. The voices in her head tormented her fiercely. Shouts of Tell her the truth mingled with Deny everything. "If you must know, yes. The night he rescued me, he raped me. He tried to assuage his guilt of it by saying he only did it because he wanted to make someone pay for your death. He claimed it was a mistake. I should hate him for it, but I can't. We've fought ever since and he's usually very rude to me, but we have shared a few intimate moments. Yes, he's had me, but it's over. And that's why I brought you back. I can't make him happy. But I think you can."

"He isn't happy, though, is he?" 

"I don't know how he really feels. He's been so cold to me. I don't know why. We were fine and then something changed. He had a job to do and he came back injured. I tried to clean up his wounds and he threw me out. It hasn't been the same since. I've made a mess of everything I've ever cared for."

"Do you love him?" Shanna asked plainly. 

Shiloh nodded her head. "I won't lie to you. Yes, I do, but it's not enough. He doesn't love me. He doesn't love anyone."

"He loved me. He used to tell me quite frequently." Shanna stated. "He'll love me again. I know he will. He could never stay away from me for long and one day, he'll take me to see the ocean. He promised he would. I'm glad that you've told me the truth. I want you to take me to him. I have to see for myself that he doesn't feel anything for you."

O.O

After a visit to Gaston's for new dresses for Shanna and a makeup treatment at Carla's, Shiloh and Shanna intended heading for the southern part of the city and the ruined house where Stan worked the door, but were interrupted by a kindly faced man wearing faded purple robes. He rushed over to them excitedly. " M'ladies! M'ladies! A moment, please!"

Shiloh frowned at him. "We don't have time right now, sorry."

"Please, M'lady! I saw both of you pass by and felt like lightning struck me! You're both perfect! Beautiful angels! I beg you, please! Let me paint both of you so your beauty shall be preserved for all time!"

Shiloh looked at Shanna then back to him dubiously. "You want to paint us?"

"Yes! Oh, I'm sorry. I was so taken by your beauty and grace that I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Mart. I'm a painter. And I just have to create a painting of you! Of both of you!"

"I really don't think that's a good idea, good sir. Now if you'll step out of the way, we have things to take care of," Shiloh glared as a muscle ticked in her jaw.

"Oh, Shiloh, could we please? That sounds like a wondrous idea. I've always wanted to be painted. And I have such pretty new clothes I could wear."

Mart cleared his throat. "Actually I was thinking of a nude painting. You both have such wonderful shapes... If you're concerned about your parents, you could turn your head away while I paint you. That way you'd be absolutely safe and no one would ever know it was you who I painted. Please, allow me! I'll even pay you!"

Shanna gave Shiloh a pleading look. "Can we, please? It would be wonderful! I could give mine to Vico as a gift. He'd surely love it."

Shiloh sucked in a deep breath and exhaled it sharply. Deep down she knew it was a bad idea. What if someone saw the painting and recognized her? Yet Shanna seemed so enthusiastic about it, despite the fact that they would have to be naked. She cocked an eyebrow at her sister, knowing she couldn't allow Shanna to do it on her own. "If it's what you want, sweetie, then I guess we can. But good sir, you don't have to pay us. We aren't common whores."

"Oh no, I would never imply that you were." An embarrassed look crossed his face. "Very well, then. And thank you so much! Come! We shall go to my atelier at once! It's right here, the building behind me!"

Shiloh and Shanna followed Mart into his studio. A frown crossed her face. It wasn't more than a squalid one room hut. She plastered a fake smile on her face as she bemused what she'd gotten into. 

He noted her apprehension and sought to inject a bit of levity. "Here we are! This is my atelier. It's not very glamorous, admittedly, but it's home. Now shall we?"

"It's a very nice atelier," Shanna piped up, not wanting to shame the man.

He smiled at her. "Thank you, M'lady. You are as sweet as you are beautiful. Shall we begin? Let me show you. I was thinking of something like a sleeping angels... You're both resting together on your bed, your clothes tangled up on the floor in front of you. You've picked up a cushion and cuddle yourself up to it. There's a gentle, relaxed expression on your face, your eyes are closed. The light of the candles behind you bathes you in a soft, glowing light, making you look like an angel from a star far, far away..."

Shanna shot Shiloh a pleading look as she began to remove her clothing. "This'll be fun to do together. And we can still give it to Vico. He might think better of you," she whispered quickly. "We both know he enjoys a whole lot of bawdiness from a woman." 

"Ah, what the hell," Shiloh relented and began to slip her dress off. She'd taken her clothes off for less before. She smiled at Shanna as they arranged themselves on the bench together. Shiloh cuddled in behind Shanna, her arms up above her head with Shanna snuggled against her middle, covering Shiloh's groin. They placed a cushion over Shanna's, leaving their breasts bared. Her arms were draped artfully over Shiloh's skin.

"Beautiful, simply beautiful, M'ladies! Now do me a huge favor and try not to move for a while," Mart instructed as he picked up his paint palette. "Oh, this is going to be the best painting I've ever done. You both are absolutely stunning. Your bodies were made for being painted!"

A couple hours passed before the painter was finished. At one point Shiloh was sure she had drifted off for a short nap.

"Ah, almost done now, my beauties. I'll show it to you in a moment. Just a little more pink here and.... Voila!" A bright smile illuminated the painter's face. "This is so beautiful. Come, come. Have a look! What do you think?"

Mart turned the painting around. Shiloh gasped in awe. It was extremely well done. It portrayed two young looking girls resting upon a white fluffy cloud. 

"Wow, it's so breathtaking, Shiloh. He made me look so gorgeous. Vico will love it when he sees it. Of course, once he does see it, he'll just have to have his way with me. He won't be able to resist," Shanna bubbled. "Can we keep the painting, good sir?" 

"Only if you let me paint you a second....." He started to reply, then broke off as a group of Dhorn patrolmen came in following a Captain. "What is the meaning of this? You can't just barge into my atelier!"

"Oh, yes we can." The grey haired Captain barked. "I hereby accuse you of unlawful carnal knowledge, prostitution and the creation of sinful material. You and your two whores will be arrested at once!"

"Please, hold a moment, Officer. I truly must protest. Please, let me assure you, there's no need for such drastic course of action. I am an artist, a painter, you see. I was merely creating a piece of art which I intended to hand over to the Dhorn Governor as a token of my appreciation. Come, have a look. Isn't it the most beautiful painting you've ever seen? Don't you think the Governor would be most pleased looking upon it?"

The Captain scoffed, "Hardly. The Governor is a man of faith. He has no need for this... filth."

Mart dithered a bit more, "You surely have to believe me. My only intention was to create a work of art. I don't know these two fine young ladies. I only met them on the street a few hours ago and though I offered money, they refused. It's only a piece of art."

"You call this art?" He sneered at Mart.

"Ah, good Officer, you must look at it in the perspective in which it's presented. Look at how well the light reflects off their faces. You could almost touch their cheeks...," he smiled nervously.

The Dhorn captain sneered at him. "I see it how it is presented as sinful smut. I only see breasts, but okay. I'll spare you and your whores. This time. Consider yourself warned, however. Next time you're going to jail. And we'll be taking that painting with us so it'll be stored in a safe place, away from the public eye. Don't let us catch you in a similar situation again."

He motioned to one of his subordinates who picked the painting up off the easel and with that they headed to the door. Shiloh grabbed up her clothes and yanked them on, her face a visible mask of fury.

When Mart caught sight of her expression, he backed away from her, apologizing profusely. "You must forgive me, M'lady. I never thought they'd barge right in my home. That was so close. I'm greatly sorry."

"Damn them to the hells..." she growled, still pulling on her clothing.

"I bet they are taking it to the Administration building in the western part of the city."

"And how do you know that? Shanna, get dressed," Shiloh commanded sharply at her sister who sat dumb-struck on the bench.

"I thought it was common knowledge that they store everything they confiscate in that building. They once issued a summons on me due to another one of my paintings..." he smiled weakly and dug into his pockets.

"This has happened to you before?!?!"

"Oh yes. Here take this money. It's all I have..."

"No, thank you. We're not whores, no matter what the Dhorn think of us." Shiloh retorted, batting his hand away. "Do you realize that you might get me killed? Or both of us?"

All the color ran out of Mart's face. "I'm very sorry, M'ladies. I pray that it doesn't come to that. The other girl I painted hasn't suffered any ill harm from the Dhorn. I pray you will be left alone."

Shiloh pulled her shoes on and prodded Shanna. "Let's go. I'll take you to Vico and I don't want to hear another word about it. He'll protect you and keep you safe, I hope."

Shanna nodded. "He will."

Shiloh led her into the southern part of the city to the ruined house. She opened the trap door in the floor and motioned for Shanna to climb down the ladder. She followed behind her sister and directed her towards the plank bridge. Shiloh smiled at Kasha and Gina sweetly as she passed by them. 

Then a fairly tall man stepped in her way as she approached the gate. "State your business," he demanded.

"Fuck you!" Shiloh retorted. "Get out of my way, peasant. I'm headed up to see Alfons."

The man laughed and winked at her. "Spoken like a true princess." 

Shiloh eyed him thoroughly. His height was intimidating as was his wide muscled chest. His light brown hair hung down his back and an eye patch covered one eye, but what really clued her in was his voice. "Rhys?"

A wide smile crossed his handsome features. "None other, but you'll have to call me Marak now. This isn't my full time post. Nathan says I'm too valuable to be on guard duty. I'm filling in for the night."

"Wow, he told me I wouldn't recognize you and I didn't, honestly. That's amazing," she smiled.

"So who's with you and where are you truly headed?" 

"This is Shanna, my half-sister and I'm taking her to see Vico. Do you know if he's home?" 

"Nice to meet you, Shanna and yes, as far as I know he is. I haven't seen him leave. I know he's been in a bad mood." 

"I don't doubt that. He tends to get all broody after he and I have gotten into a fight." Shiloh smiled, "Say, I need to talk to you...privately."

"Just say when, sweetness and I'll be happy to oblige you," he winked at her and flashed a radiant smile at her.

Shiloh inclined her head and stepped passed him to the gate. She opened it and walked over to the torch sconce on the wall. Reaching behind it, she grasped and pulled the lever, but the panel didn't open. Hmmm, he must have it locked. She knocked loudly and waited for a few seconds before knocking again. When no answer was forthcoming, she turned to Shanna. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

Shiloh dashed up the stairs and into the guild house. She breezed through it and found Vico sitting at the table playing dice with Kenny, Dara, and Pett. She leaned down beside him and whispered in his ear. "There's someone waiting downstairs who's waited a long time to see you again. It would be rude to keep her waiting any longer."

He turned to face her, glaring at her meanly. "I didn't ask you to. You should've left well enough alone, birdie."

"Get your ass up and get downstairs now, Vico. Or shall I be forced to drag your carcass to her?" Her eyes were glowing red again. 

Vico snarled as he threw down the dice and grabbed hold of her, pulling her facedown over his lap. "Have you not learned your lesson, birdie? Or do you need another one?"

"Fine, let me go and I'll tell her that big, bad Vico doesn't want her anymore. I'll crush the hopes of a girl whose sole wish is to reconnect with you." Shiloh struggled out of his lap and kicked his chair before dashing to the door. She ran down the stairs. "Come on, little sister. Your precious Vico is being a stubborn asshole and won't budge an inch."

Tears welled in Shanna's eyes as Shiloh's words registered fully. "He doesn't.... want... me.... anymore?" she whispered brokenly before she laid her head against Shiloh's shoulder and began to sob.

"Rhys!?!" Shiloh called out and watched as the big man came over to her. "Take care of her. I'm going to kick his ass."

She transferred Shanna into Rhys's arms and headed back up the stairs, intent on starting another brawl with her former lover and the man that Shanna had longed to see once more. She charged at him, bringing her foot up to kick him in the back of the head.

Vico jerked violently as her foot connected and let out a hiss of pain as stars exploded before his eyes. He surged out of his chair as Shiloh's feet found purchase on the floor once more, his eyes narrowing dangerously when he saw who had perpetrated the attack. Shiloh pulled out her swords, and lunged at him swiftly. She went straight for his throat.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 26



He blocked her easily and used to blunt side of his main sword to strike at her hand, disarming her of her left hand sword. She yelped in pain and glared at him. "You stinking asshole! Shanna is bawling her eyes out because she thinks you don't want her. Now get your ass down there and take care of her."

She backed away from him and sheathed her poison blade, still glaring at him. She knew everyone in the guild house was watching, including Alfons, but at this point, she couldn't have cared less. He had hurt Shanna with his stubbornness and she wasn't about to let him get away with it.

"I didn't ask you to stick your nose where it didn't belong, birdie. Why couldn't you just leave well enough alone? If anyone has caused her pain, it's you." Vico's eyes went frigidly cold and he slapped her hard before stalking to the door. Shiloh followed right behind him and watched as the blackguard slowly approached Shanna, who was still cradled within Rhys's embrace. "My little one," he spoke softly as he reached for her.

Shanna gazed up into his dark eyes accusing. "I thought you'd be happy to see me. I thought you loved me. What happened to make you change your mind?"

"I do love you, but losing you hurt more than anything I've ever known. It's quite an adjustment, but I'm more than prepared to make it up to you. What say you?"

Shanna let out a squeal of delight and bounded into Vico's arms happily, her tears flowing even more. He held her tightly for several minutes as his hate-filled eyes remained fixed on Shiloh. "You had better make it up to me. I need you. You're mine."

He chuckled and planted a kiss on the top of her head while softly caressing her bottom. 

"Oh, my Vico!" Shanna cried as she pulled back to look up into his face. "I've missed you so much."

He plastered that insolent grin on his face, "Of course you have."

Shanna giggled. Now this was the Vico she knew so well. She intended to keep him. He belonged to her, solely to her. "Can we... be alone for a while? It'd mean so much to me."

He nodded and stepped over to his door. Pulling out a key, he unlocked it and ushered her inside. "Go away, birdie. I'm busy!" He growled as he closed the panel behind him.

Shiloh shook her head and made an obscene gesture at him before she turned back to Rhys. "So how 'bout it? Could we be alone for a while? You know I have my own apartment now and you're more than welcome to come over."

Rhys chuckled, "Are things still not any better between you two?" 

"Worse, and it's all my fault. We fight constantly," she shook her head. "And you didn't answer my question."

"I can come over, but not for what you're hinting at." 

"Oh, and why not?" Shiloh took her hands on her hips defensively and flashed a glare at him.

"Because I refuse to be a substitute for Vico." Rhys retorted at her, his teeth baring aggressively. 

Shiloh recoiled as if he had slapped her. "Fine! Then don't waste my time in coming over, peasant."

"Whore!" He shot back.

After leveling upon him a chilling glare, she stalked off angrily. How dare he accuse me of that? She'd never treated him like that. He'd never been a substitute for Vico. Never. Others, yes, but never Rhys. How could he call me that? He knew she hated that!

Shiloh returned to her apartment and quickly changed her clothes once more. She needed to recover the painting that the Dhorn liberated from the painter. And now was as good a time as any. Perhaps it would get her mind off of her need for the man she loved.

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Evening was swiftly approaching by the time she made it over to the Dhorn Administration building. She circled the large building, which she remembered used to be where many of her father's advisors worked when they weren't bending his ear over expanding his power base. There didn't seem to be any other entrance besides the front.

Cautiously she approached one of the guards outside the building. "Good evening, sir. I was wondering if I might be allowed in. I have a summons that was delivered to me over something that was seized," she desperately hoped she sounded knowledgeable on what she was saying. 

"There haven't been any summons issued lately, wench. Now move along before you feel the bite of my steel." He brandished his halberd at her menacingly.

She nodded and walked away, moving into the shadows. Perhaps she could sneak in the next time the door was opened. She crouched down to watch, but as an hour passed and then another, no one entered or exited the door. Hmmm, no changing of the guards. Dammit!

She moved out of her hiding spot and headed towards to rear of the building. Her frustration was obvious. She needed to get that painting back. On her own. She couldn't go to Master Nathan about this. She was sure he would be upset with her. She definitely didn't need that right now. She didn't want Vico to know either. Not yet. Perhaps once she had the painting and could show it to him. Would he truly like it as Shanna had suggested? Or would his opinion of her sink that much lower? Shiloh let out a deep sigh. Things had been so good, why did she have to destroy it? Knowingly. Gods, there was no use beating herself up about it. It would do her no good whatsoever. 

She shook her head, clearing it out of her mind. Focus, stupid, she berated herself. She stopped near a guard tower and scanned the area, getting her mind back on the task at hand. She jumped a bit as a young dark haired man wearing a red and gold robe appeared before her, flashing a mischievous grin at her. "Hello, hello..." he beamed.

She cocked an eyebrow at him, wandering where he had come from. She looked him up and down rather appraisingly, but held her tongue for a moment.

"Having trouble with the Dhorn, I presume?" He leaned in towards her and smiled.

"How do you know? And who are you? Have you been spying on me?" 

"Suspicious, are we? I'm Shander and I couldn't help but notice your, let's say, futile attempts to get into the administration building. I could be of help to you, perhaps."

Shiloh flashed upon him a wary eye, "How?"

He smiled rather mischievously, "Meet me at my house. I live close by at 3 Squire's Road. It's not more than a block away." With a wink, he was gone, disappearing before her very eyes. 

Either he had to be a damned excellent stealth expert or he had some arcane knowledge. Shiloh considered her options. She could ignore his offer and find a way in on her own or she could meet him. If he meant her ill, she felt confident in her abilities to be able to subdue him. That wouldn't get her painting back, though. 

Go, a voice inside her head urged. 

What have you to lose, it nudged a little more.

He's quite handsome and we're in need of attention, the voice pushed harder.

"What the hell," she muttered. She hadn't picked up any weird feelings from him. He seemed to be honorable. 

Shiloh headed for the address and found herself standing in front of his door. She wasn't too far from where Rhys had once lived with Melania. If anything, she was on somewhat familiar territory. She knocked loudly and the door opened as if of its own volition, allowing her entrance. Once she had crossed over the threshold and cleared it, the door closed behind her. She chuckled and realized he had to be wizardly, at least.

She smiled as she entered his study. Large bookcases filled the room along with instruments of arcane something-or-other that she hadn't the slightest idea of what they did. She noted an odd telescope and a large cauldron. Scrolls and pieces of parchment littered small areas of the carpeted floor. He wasn't one for cleanliness, she noted.

Shander responded to her smile with a wide one of his own as she approached him confidently. 

"I couldn't resist such a nice invitation," she winked at him as a lazy grin crossed her face. He snickered low in his throat, his eyes raking over her. Shiloh stopped and let him look his fill before she turned her thoughts to business once more. "So you said you could help me?"

His smile widened. "Straight to the point, eh? I do believe, though, that you haven't told me your name yet."

"Shiloh," she smiled warmly. There was something about him that she liked, something that drew her to him. She couldn't put her finger on it. It was a fleeting feeling that he would impact her life in a way she never would've expected.

"Well met, Shiloh," he bowed before her slightly. "It must be the name. Though, you bear an uncanny resemblance to our late princess."

She chuckled, "My mother swears she once dallied with the King. Perhaps I'm a bastard, a royal one. She raised me on her own and never would tell me who fathered me."

"Ah, well, it definitely nice to meet you."

"Likewise, now about your proposition. Do tell me more," she tapped her foot and gave him an inquisitive stare.

"Well, after watching you, I'm going to guess the Dhorn have taken something from you and you want it back? Correct?"

"Dead on, but how do you know?"

"Happens to me all the time. About once a week the patrol visits me, searches through my laboratory, spots something they consider 'dangerous' and moves it off to their cellars, thinking it's well hidden down there. It was rather annoying at first, but not anymore now." Shander explained. 

"And why is that?"

He smiled, "You see, I'm a wizard. I always have various things that the Dhorn are afraid of. But now I've created a teleport spell that gets me into and out of their cellars in no time at all."

"And you could do that, teleport in and recover what they took from me," she replied.

He chuckled softly. "No, I could teleport you in to recover what they took from you."

Shiloh nodded, thinking it over. It would definitely be the best way to get in unnoticed. "Alright, that should work."

"May I ask what they took from you?"

Shiloh smiled at him, "A painting."

His brow furrowed curiously, "A painting? Why would the Dhorn make such a fuss over something like that?"

"Because of the subject. It's a nude painting, showing me and my younger sister. They accused the artist of creating sinful material and of unlawful carnal knowledge. He talked his way out of the arrest, but they took the painting and I have to get it back before... well, let's just say I have to get it back."

Shander cocked an eyebrow at her and cleared his throat, "Oh... I see."

"So do you understand how imperative this is?"

"Would you... Would you mind showing it to me once you've got it back?" A shy smile crossed his face. "I... I'd like to see it. You're a very pretty young lady."

She cocked an eyebrow at him, eyeing him speculatively. She didn't have to ask why he'd want to see it. He was a man, after all, probably no more than a year or so older than she. Something told her as a wizard, he probably didn't come in contact with a whole lot of pretty females. "Hm okay. I'll allow you to see it, but then I'll be taking it with me."

He beamed a bright smile at her. "That's fine. I've got a good memory and will keep it in my heart forever."

A shudder ran through her. Pervert, a voice inside her scoffed. The imp surged within her. "Guess you don't get to see a lot of naked girls, huh? You need to get out of this lab more."

He frowned at her derisive taunt and cleared his throat. "Well, let's see... Reagents, preparing the spell, casting the spell... Also, the risk involved..." She could hear him counting under his breath. "Let's say, 100 gold coins."

Normally that token amount wouldn't faze her at all, but she knew she couldn't just throw money around despite the fact that she'd looted the barracks, the temple and the arena. Hmmm, the arena. I need to count the gold that came from there. The imp cackled in her mind and she knew exactly how to get what she wanted without paying one single coin. "Oh, that's a lot of money. Do you think maybe I could pay you in a different way?"

"Hm, how?" An inquisitive look crossed his face.

Shiloh forced a pretty blush and studied her feet sheepishly before glancing back up at him with a milk and honey miss expression on her face. "I could spend a night with you..." The hells knew she needed it pretty bad, especially since Rhys and Vico were out of reach at the moment. It burned her to the core that Rhys would say such a thing to her. Never had he ever been a substitute for Vico. 

A startled look crossed Shander's face, as if he'd been struck by lightning. "Uh, you mean, you and me...?"

"... Would do some pillow play, yes." Shiloh smiled sweetly.

He looked away for a moment. She noticed a few beads of sweat that had broken out on his brow. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, honestly."

She flashed the sweetest face she could manage at him, faking a little lip tremble. "Oh... aren't I pretty enough?"

"Oh, but you are! You are absolutely the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. The trouble is I've only known you for a couple of minutes now. And you don't know anything about me." A bright red blush colored his cheeks. 

Shiloh giggled softly. "I know that you are a very handsome man. Trust me, it'll be very beautiful." She stepped closer to him and gently touched his face. He pulled back just a fraction, but halted as she persisted. Her fingers caressed his cheek and slid softly over his lips. 

He made a small noise in his throat before he cleared his throat. "Uh... I still don't think this is a very good idea."

A pout crossed her lips. She wasn't used to men turning her down and this one made the second in one day. Shiloh lowered her eyes and let out a deep sigh. "Are you sure?" The moment the words came out of her mouth she realized the faux pas she had made. She shouldn't ask him that. She sighed again, shaking her head. What's wrong with me? "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that. How much gold are you asking for?"

It grated upon her that she couldn't use her wiles to get what she wanted and actually had to pay out gold for it. It's for the best, a voice inside her head commented.

Perhaps you're losing it, another quipped as the imp cackled.

This wizard isn't worthy of us, a third voice arrogantly stated. We need a real man, not some wet-behind-the-ears pervert.

"100 gold coins is my asking price if you're still willing to show me the painting. If not, my price goes up to 250," Shander shrewdly replied. 

"Yes, I'm willing to let you see it," Shiloh smiled at him brightly. "Once you do see it, perhaps you'll be more inclined to accept my other offer."

He looked at her with a pondering expression on his face. "I will think on it. Do you have enough money on you or do you need more time?" 

"Well, I'll check my pack and see what I have," she sat on the floor and opened her haversack. Pulling out a small pouch and opening it, she began to count out the necessary funds. Once she had the sum of 100 gold pieces, she handed him the pouch. "Here you are."

"Are you ready to go?"

"I believe so."

He nodded at her. "Good. Now you may feel a wave of euphoria once you arrive at your destination, but it should pass quickly. A few deep breaths should clear your head of any lightheadedness."

"Alright," Shiloh leaned towards Shander and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'll return once I have retrieved my painting."

He smiled and touched her cheek before he began chanting a spell. With a few flourishing hand movements and a few words she didn't understand, she felt herself being whisked away and before she knew it, she was no longer in Shander's tidy house, but in a storage room full of crates and boxes.

Shiloh collapsed to her knees and shook off the feeling of dizziness that assailed her. After a few breaths that cleared her head of the vertigo, she made a cursory search through the crates and barrels in the room. Blast, it wasn't here!

That meant she would have some searching to do while avoiding the Dhorn. Damn, she murmured, if only she had that suit of Dhorn armor with her. This would be so much easier. That would've allowed her to move around without suspicion and she wouldn't have to worry about getting caught sneaking. She found the door before her locked. Quickly she pulled out her lock picks and went to work on opening the door. It came open very easily. She smiled as she put them away. So far, so good.

She silently cracked the door and stepped out into a bigger room full of more boxes and crates. A soft curse slipped from her lips and she set about searching through them in a cursory fashion. The sound of footsteps on the stone floor sent her flying into the shadows. She pressed herself against a wall and watched as a patrolling soldier entered the room. His torchlight filled all but the darkest recesses of the room causing Shiloh sink into them. She knew she couldn't afford to be caught at this point. She had to find her painting before they realized who the subjects of it were. 

She followed the guard on his way out of the room, slipping through the opened gate before he closed it behind him. She hugged the wall behind him. He walked on down the hallway, his torch illuminating three iron bound doors. The confiscated items must be beyond those. It had to be. She waited and watched as the patrolling sentries made their rounds, carefully taking note of how long it took to walk the length of the hall and back. 

Seizing her opportunity when they were furthest away from her, she carefully and quietly dashed to the first door and went to work on its lock. It came open easier than she thought it would. It creaked loudly as she opened it. The damn Dhorn needed to oil its hinges. She cursed inwardly and slipped into the room. Three large rectangular crates sat before her. She opened each and searched the contents, smiling as she placed the useful items in her pack. Her painting was not amongst the crates, though. It meant she'd have to head to another one of the rooms.

Quietly, she left the room and locked the door behind her, pressing herself up against the wall as the guards walked past her. She knew she'd have to wait until they had headed to the far end again. Quietly she crept the few feet behind them to the next door and waited until they were far enough away. Once more she unlocked the door and slipped inside, cringing as the door groaned loudly. She prayed it hadn't been heard as she opened one of the two armoires' doors and quickly pulled a few naughty looking articles of clothing. She loved the blue barely there dress and the pieces of very sexy lingerie, but she wasn't sure what the chain was for so she left it behind. Then she made her way out as quickly as she had made her way into the locked chamber.

The door creaked and moaned as she shut it behind her. The nearest guard stopped and made his way to it. "Hey, did you hear what I just heard? I think we may have a little rat amongst us?" The one guard called out to the other. 

Shiloh cringed and tumbled through the shadows to the next door. She pressed herself against the wall and prayed that the shadowy darkness here would hide her. 

"Search the area. It might be that same damned thief again." The second guard yelled back. "We should alert the Sergeant. He'll know what to do."

"You search and I'll go. I think he knows who might be responsible, too. He said next time something came up missing he'd be making a visit."

Shiloh blanched. It sounded like they knew about Shander. She had to find her painting and find a way out as quickly as possible. She had to warn the young wizard. She couldn't let him pay for her mistakes and bad judgment.

One of the guards walked past her and pulled a key from a pouch at his side as he headed for the stairs. She smiled as she realized she had to procure that key. And she figured both of the guards had to have one. This was proving easier than she had thought it would be. 




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She peaked out of her hiding spot, taking note that the remaining guard was down at the other end of the long corridor, and turned her attention to the door behind her. She fiddled with the lock for a few tense seconds. This one was somewhat rusty and wasn't as easy to pick as the other two. She cursed as one pick slipped from her fingers and grabbed at it, hoping to catch it before it hit the floor. She didn't know how much noise it would make, but let out a swift sigh of relief as her fingers grasped it firmly. She continued the count of seconds in her head, mentally calculating how much time she had left until the guard would be headed back up this way. She had to get it open before he came back. The noise of the door alone would alert him if he was close. She couldn't allow herself to get caught. 

Focus, stupid! Her mental chide echoed about in her head as she carefully worked the pick and the skeletal key in conjunction with each other. She listened for that telltale click that all locks made once the tumblers were breached. 

Oh, damn, here he comes, a voice in her head warned and she dove into the shadowiest place she could find and prayed he hadn't seen her. She watched as he stopped and looked around. He removed his helm and checked the door she'd been trying to pick. He shook it forcefully and let a growling curse, muttering to himself about damn thieves. He walked away, heading into a large storage room to the north of where she hid.

"Come out, little rat. I know you're here. I can smell you, your fear makes my mouth water. My mighty weapon hungers for blood. Come out, come out... wherever you are," he taunted snidely. "I shall find you."

Shiloh held her breath, staying perfectly still as the head to the wicked looking halberd sliced the air in front of her. He moved a step or two and repeated the slashing maneuver. When his blade struck nothing but air once more, he smacked the wall with it and walked away, still cursing about the little rat. 

Only then did she venture to breathe. Returning to the door, she went back to work on the lock and after a few more seconds managed to get it open. She barely pulled it open and squeezed her way in, pulling it shut behind her. Once inside, she glanced around. A partially open large crate stood before her. She pulled the lid off and reached in; pulling out what she sought... her painting. 

Yanking it from the crate, she stuffed it inside the haversack, shoving other things aside so it would fit. Now to get out. She listened at the door, before cracking it ever so slowly and slightly. She allowed a sliver of light to spill forth, just enough to see by. She didn't think the guard was near and slipped her way out, once more finding safety in the shadows. 

But the creak of the door alerted the guard and he ran back to it. He pulled it open and charged into the small chamber. "I have you now!" The exclamation slipped from his lips as she slammed the door behind him and quickly jammed the lock with one of her larger picks. He wouldn't be getting out until someone let him out. It would allow her the time to make her escape. 

She raced to the door that led upstairs, finding it open. The other guard forgot to close it on his way up. It seemed luck was on her side after all. She crept her way up them and came out in a short curving hall. It led to a larger main corridor. She sneaked through it and searched room by room for a way out. During her search she noted a few maids hard at work. She silently crept into the same room with a woman who appeared to be the same height and build as she. Taking a deep breath, she slipped up behind the woman and pulled her sword, slamming its hilt against the young woman's temple. 

She crumpled without a sound. Shiloh caught her in her arms and laid her down upon the floor. Then she stripped her of her uniform and hid her body in a nearby supply closet. Then Shiloh swiftly removed her own clothes and dressed in the maid's uniform. It fit her well, accentuating her curves nicely. She pulled on the stockings and white shoes that were also part of the uniform and braided her hair, hiding it in the scarf the young woman had worn on her head. Lastly, she dirtied her cheeks with some grime and dust she found in a small pile on the floor. 

She figured now she'd be able to move about without being stopped. No one paid attention to the help. She left the room behind, blowing out the candles that kept it lit and closing the door behind her. She sauntered down the hallway, acting as if she belonged there. She passed by a few guardsman, but they ignored her presence. Her next plan was to find the front door and get out. She had come too far to be caught now. 

Through the corridors she meandered until she came to the grand hall. She noted four guards standing before the large double doors. All she had to do was bluff her way out. She wore the garb of a maid. This should be easy.

She walked toward them, her eyes averted slightly. She wanted to appear somewhat submissive. As she passed the first two, she offered up a shy smile and a swift curtsy. 

"And where do you think you're going? Shouldn't you be working?" A door guard confronted her. 

Her eyes met his almost defiantly, but she offered a meek smile. "I was told to go home. My shift is over," she replied, hoping her bluff worked. 

"Alright, you can pass. I'll have a talk with the sergeant, though. He'll make you work longer tomorrow," he scoffed at her with a sneer, "Lazy damn maids."

Despite his growls, he let her out and she quickly dashed away, skirting in and out of shadows of buildings and guard towers until she reached Shander's door. The door was slightly ajar and the sounds of clanking metal could be heard from within. Fear gripped her heart. Was she too late? 

It took every ounce of concentration she could muster to sneak into Shander's bedroom. A gasp nearly slipped from her lips as she sneaked behind a wooden screen. Four Dhorn soldiers surrounded a bloodied body on the floor. She could see dark hair and knew she'd been too late to warn Shander. The Dhorn had murdered him for helping her. It wasn't fair. He shouldn't have been punished for her negligence, her stupidity. Calming her erratic breathing, she waited until the Dhorn left before she rushed over to Shander's body. His hands had been severed from his wrists and his throat slashed wide open.

It wasn't fair. 

She dug into her pack and pulled out the rod she'd used to bring Shanna back to life. 

Life is never fair, a voice echoed in her head.

Fairness is for the weak. The weak perish and the strong survive. That's the way of the world, another voice growled.

"QUIET!" Shiloh called out. The voices were getting to be far too opinionated. "Gods, make this work. Let him live again. Resurgo!"

Minutes passed as the magic reformed his body and healed his wounds. The bloodied robe fell away, leaving nothing behind but an unblemished male body. Shander gasped and opened his eyes. A moan escaped his throat as he pushed himself up on his elbows and looked upon Shiloh with the most curious expression. 

"What have you done?" His voice was a bit gravelly before he cleared his throat. 

Shiloh held up her rod for him to see. "It's my fault. I think they heard me in the cellars and thought it was you. They killed you and I brought you back to life. I hope you will forgive me."

"Why am I cold? Why am I naked?" His voice became a bit shrill. Shiloh watched as he struggled to his feet and grabbed the blanket from the bed, covering his nude form with it. "Turn away while I dress myself."

"Fine! You could say thanks first, though. And I think we should get you out of here. This place isn't safe. If they find you alive, they'll capture you and torture you until you tell them the truth about how you are alive again."

"And where would I go? Am I to always be on the run?" He asked as he searched through his dresser for a plain tunic and breeches. 

"I know someplace I can take you, someplace you'll be safe. You helped me and therefore these people I know will be inclined to help you. You have to trust me." Shiloh removed the scarf she wore and took down her braids. She moved behind the screen and put on the blue low cut dress she'd stolen from the administration cellar. She liked the way it fit her, the way it plunged over her bountiful cleavage. "Now grab some belongings you'd like to take with you. I can help you look a little different so you aren't recognized."

"Why would you help me? I'm nothing to you. What does it matter if I live or die?" Shander asked, bewildered at her actions. 

"I hate the Dhorn. They took everything from me. And it's my fault they killed you. I can't let them win. Trust me, Shander. I know what I'm doing." Shiloh turned pleading eyes upon him. "Come with me."

He nodded at her, gathering a small backpack from within his dresser. He began loading items in it; so many that Shiloh feared it would burst at the seams. But it didn't. Its size never increased.

She looked at him oddly as he stuffed a whole alchemist's apparatus into it and closed the flap. "How is that possible?"

"Oh, it's called a bag of holding. It's magically enchanted to hold a great deal of items without feeling the weight. I have another if you'd be interested in it, No charge, though. You saved me."

She took it from his hand and examined it. "How does it work?"

"It's magic," his eyes glistened with mirth. "Just don't put another one like it inside it. Terrible things could happen. There is a small extra-dimensional space inside it that makes it possible. You could stuff a horse in one and it'd still feel light as a feather."

"Wow!" Shiloh smiled and transferred all her belongings from her haversack into the bag of holding. "Where can I get more of these?"

"There is a merchant near the marketplace that sells them. The Academy sells them as well."

"I never knew that." She walked over to him with her combs and brushes. "Now let me fix your appearance. And then I'll let you see my painting."

A grin flashed upon Shander's lips at the mention of the painting. He allowed her to wet his hair and slick it back completely until he had a widow's peak hairstyle. She smiled at him. "Looks good."

Then she reached for the bag he'd given her and pulled out the painting to show him. A red blush colored his cheeks as he raked his eyes over every inch of it.

"Oh...Oh...Ohhhh..." he sighed as he went down on his knees. "It's beautiful... Can you leave me alone for a moment?"

Shiloh nodded as she smothered a giggle. She knew what had happened and left the room. The sight of two lovely naked females had been too much for the shy wizard and she was sure if she could check the insides of his pants, the proof would be there!

Ahhh, she chuckled, wizards!

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The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 27



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

Please vote and leave feedback! Thanks to everyone who has left feedback so far! Your thoughts mean the world to me!

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Love Hurts

Shiloh led Shander back to the Bear Pit and up through the levels until she reached Master Nathan's office. She smiled at Wesh and Warent before she stopped at the doorway. "I know you usually don't allow outsiders into the boss's office, but I ask that you let him pass with me. It's highly imperative."

Wesh flicked his eyes over her and then Shander before glancing over to Warent who nodded. "Consider it done."

She smiled, "Thank you."

"So what has improved your mood, slut?" Warent guffawed, "Did you make nice to Vico?"

"Hardly," Shiloh hissed. "Maybe you'd like to try again."

"Not on your life," he shot back, his lips curling in disgust.

She glared at him as a raw ache coursed through her. She couldn't believe he'd be so rude to her. Yes, they'd had a wondrous affair and had parted on good terms. Sure there had been some words spoken between them since then and not all of them had been nice. But what'd she done to deserve this? She knew she hadn't always been fair, but this was uncalled for. She looked him up and down. "What gives, Warent? Why are you so mean?"

"Ah, so the bitch can dish it, but she can't take it. Go on. You wouldn't want to keep the boss waiting."

Shiloh shook her head. Men! Who needed them? She groaned inwardly. Unfortunately, she did. Putting it out of her mind for the time being, she entered Master Nathan's office and smiled warmly at Timo. The big bear of a man smiled back. She approached Nathan confidently, knowing he had the final say in everything.

"What is the meaning of this, Shiloh?" He asked before she reached him.

She stopped in her tracks and dropped a curtsy. "Master Nathan," she started. "Forgive me for bringing someone else beyond the folds of the Family here, but I have good reason. I have a thing or two to confess and where you may not like it, I've managed to correct it on my own."

"What've you done this time, Shiloh? And what does it have to do with him?"

"First off, this is Shander."

"Shander Odgerman's my name." The young wizard extended his hand to Nathan, "Pleased to meet you."

Nathan nodded, taking stock in the wizard before turning his eyes back to Shiloh, "Explain."

"I'm getting there. You know I procured the rod of resurrection. I wanted it for a certain purpose. It wasn't to bring Caron back or even my parent's. No, the person I brought back to life was my half-sister, Shanna."

Recognition of the name flashed through Nathan's eyes. The look he gave pinned her to the spot she stood in, "Vico's Shanna?"

"Yes, Vico's Shanna. I told you about her... the illegitimate daughter of my father. I thought by bringing her back that it would make Vico happy since I seem to do such an awful job of it. This all happened before my last mission with Vico. I took him to her last night after our mission was complete after the talk in the office with you. He didn't seem as happy as I thought he'd be. So today I took her to see him and he acted as if he still didn't want to see her. So I forced him to. She's with him right now or at least I hope she still is. Well, before I took her to see him, she and I were out shopping. I had to buy things for her. We were accosted by a man named Mart. He wanted to paint a portrait of us. Shanna wanted to do it, so I agreed."

"You let someone paint you? Do you have any clue how dangerous that is?"

"Yes, I do, especially since the Dhorn burst in and confiscated the damn thing."

"You will get that painting back, young lady!" Nathan's eyes flashed and though he didn't raise his voice, she could feel his anger brewing beneath the surface of his cool exterior.

"I have managed to do that. I have it on me. That brings me to Shander. He's a wizard. He helped me get into the Dhorn Administration Building. I retrieved it, but someone heard me while I was in the cellars. So I went back to Shander's house to warn him, but I was too late. The Dhorn had got to him first. So I resurrected him. It was my fault, my stupidity that led to his demise so I had to correct it, but I couldn't leave him to deal with the Dhorn again in case they found out he was alive. So I brought him here. I thought we could hide him and keep him safe. I thought his skills as a wizard could be useful to the Family." Shiloh nearly pleaded with him.

"How many other strays are you going to bring to us?" Nathan asked, "Rhys, Nicca, Vico's little girlfriend, this wizard. You have to be careful, Shiloh. Someone is going to start to put two and two together and come up with the right conclusion of who you are."

"Rhys is completely loyal. Nicca is still a naive child and Shanna is besotted with Vico. She would never betray him. And Shander's death is on my hands. I had to right a wrong, not only for Shander, but for Vico too. Because I love him, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make him happy. Even if it means giving him over to another woman he had feelings for." Shiloh replied as the flood of her emotions nearly overwhelmed her.

Nathan looked at Shiloh and then brought his gaze to Shander. "Were you a member of the Academy?"

"Yes, I'm a former student and had begun to do some teaching there before the Dhorn closed it. They have spent much time during the past several months harassing me, invading my laboratory and taking anything they deem 'dangerous'. I must've been careless in some of my excursions in their building to retrieve my things. They came to my house and tried to arrest me, but I wouldn't submit. I knew to be taken alive would be a fate worse than death, so I used some of my spells and tried to make an escape, but it did me no good. They had men who knew how to fight spell casters with them. I'm grateful for Shiloh's help and I thank you for your offer of safe harbor, but I do have somewhere I can go... somewhere safe. I have family in Sargoza."

"Can you magically get yourself there?" Shiloh turned to Shander and asked.

"Yes, I can. I do appreciate what you've done for me, the trust you've put in me by bringing me here. I won't betray your kindness or this place. I can easily see there is more than meets the eye going on with this restaurant. I shall give you a token which you can contact me, if needed. I'm in your debt, Shiloh." The wizard smiled at her, handing her a small crystal.

She responded in kind. "Awww shucks, and I was hoping you'd stay with me!" A giggle escaped her lips.

"It wouldn't be safe for either of us," he replied. "I won't forget you, pretty Shiloh."

She inclined her head gracefully at him. "Before you go, take the portrait with you to remember me by," she dug it out of her bag and handed it to him.

His smile widened. He couldn't believe she'd give him something so important to her that she'd risk life and limb breaking into the Dhorn Administration Building to retrieve. His breath caught in his throat and he leaned into her, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "Thank you, sweet Shiloh."

The painting disappeared into his pack, along with his other possessions. "Blessed be."

With a few sweeping hand motions and a few words, Shander disappeared from sight. He was gone... hopefully to safety far from Betancuria and the Dhorn.

Shiloh sighed and looked at Master Nathan who gave her a stern look. Her response was a timid smile. "What?"

"I would've preferred someone we trusted to keep that painting," he tersely reprimanded, "Considering the subject manner."

"I think it's safe. I don't think he'll betray me. It's sad to see him go." She looked wistfully at the spot he had been standing. "I liked him."

An auspicious cough came from outside the room and she frowned. Let them mock her. What did she really care?

"Was there anything else you needed, Shiloh?" Nathan asked.

She shook her head. "No, I'll be going now. I think a nap is in order. It's been an odd day," she shrugged her shoulders and fought the urge to seek out some pleasurable company.

"Might I remind you to lay low for a while? Check with Alfons to see if he has any jobs for you. Actually, I think Mando might be in need of a girl to do a job for him."

"As long as it has nothing to do with Dhorn officers, I don't mind. Actually I seem to remember meeting a paladin at the Thousand Steps Inn that needed someone to accompany him and his lady on a quest of sorts. Someone with our kind of skills. I may check there again to see if they have found anyone to go with them. Can you have Master Kelten find out some more information on them before I seek them out again?"

Nathan nodded, "Of course. Now good day, Shiloh."

She realized a dismissal when she heard one and curtsied before leaving. She playfully swatted Warent on the bottom as she passed by him. He laughed and grabbed hold of her, swirling her around before throwing her over his shoulder, returning the light love tap to her curvaceous backside. She giggled and tugged at his hair before he set her to her feet.

"Careful, Shiloh," he cocked an eyebrow at her. "One would think you're asking for trouble."

"Maybe I am," she winked and walked away. Leaving the Bear Pit behind, she returned to her apartment. A nice long hot bath sounded ever so good. It was no surprise to her that Shanna hadn't come back. She figured Vico would keep her all to himself from here on out. It did surprise her that he hadn't wanted to see Shanna. She wasn't sure what had caused him to act that way. She'd thought he'd be happy. She shrugged, who knew about Vico?

O.O

The heavy knock on the door startled her out of her rest. She had curled up on her couch with a book and had fallen asleep. Though the story in the book had captivated her, the burden of the day had taken its toll on her body and it demanded to be appeased. With a yawn, she sat up and stretched. The pounding sounded at the door again along with a muffled growl that sounded vaguely like Vico threatening to break it door if she didn't answer it soon. It must be him bringing Shanna back. It surprised her that he was bringing her back this soon. Had she been wrong in her thoughts that he'd welcome her back? Shiloh hated the thought that she'd been the one to blame. She hated to think that she'd brought pain to Shanna unnecessarily. It hadn't been her intention. 

She quickly answered the door, pulling it open and glaring up into Vico's dark eyes, "Could you be any louder?"

An insolent grin crossed his face. "I wanted to be heard over the moans and groans I figured would be coming from your bedroom."

Shiloh rolled her eyes at him and looked past him to Shanna and to her surprise, Rhys. "I'd invite you in, Vico, but you aren't welcome here. Thanks for bringing Shanna home. Good night."

It was in that moment Shiloh's breath caught in her throat as she watched Vico embrace her sister so tenderly and bestow upon her a heart-breaking kiss. Shiloh had to look away. The sight was too much to bear as was the rosy glow of happiness that clung to Shanna's skin. Minutes passed before he ended it and whispered a fond good night. With a giggle, Shanna slipped past Vico and dashed up the stairs. He watched her go and scowled blackly at Shiloh. "Careful, birdie. I'll do as I please."

Rhys took that moment to clear his throat. "Am I welcome?" he asked as a smile flitted across his lips.

Shiloh bit her lip, cutting off a snide comment that sat upon the tip of her tongue. She remembered well what he had accused her of. She shrugged at him. "Perhaps as long as you apologize for what you said earlier. How dare you say that to me when you know that isn't true?"

"Which part?" He grinned at the spitting little kitten before him.

Shiloh hissed at him. "You know damn well which part. I am not a whore and I have never treated you as a substitute for anyone, let alone this asshole right here. Perhaps you should both get the hell out of my sight."

Vico burst out in laughter, "You said that to her? She knows no one could do for her what I do."

The slap came swiftly and sharply, connecting with Vico's cheek with a force that left him rubbing it blithely. Her eyes blazed red once again. "Cunt!" he spat angrily.

"Shiloh," Rhys spoke up. "I came here to apologize. You know I didn't mean that. I've never thought that of you. Am I forgiven?"

"Come in, we'll talk about this." She let him pass by her and heard his footsteps on the stairs leading up into the main living area of the apartment. "Go away, Vico. I don't have anything else to say to you and I'm not in the mood to fight with you."

He sneered at her before turning away from her. He took a few steps away towards the building's front door and stopped, looking back at her. "Don't presume that you think you know what will make me happy because your feeble attempts have been all wrong." And then he was gone.

Shiloh slumped against the frame of her door. Had he been referring to Shanna as well? She sighed heavily and headed back into the apartment. Perhaps she had made a mistake, but there was no way to undo it now. Shanna was alive and well with her future ahead of her.

O.O

Two sets of eyes met her as she entered the living room of her apartment. Shanna's were full of joy and happiness while Rhys's watched every move she made. "What?" Shiloh ground out. "I thought you'd come to say you were sorry, Rhys. Or was it just a pretty line?"

He shook his head. "It wasn't, and you know that, my sweet. I never meant to call you a whore, but I can see clearly what you're trying to hide. I'm on your side. I truly am. I've always been from the moment I first laid eyes on you, but you have to realize that he's not for you. No matter what he's made you feel in the past, he belongs to your sister. I know you know that. You've proved that by acting so selflessly by bringing her back, for him."

Shiloh nodded, looking away. "You're right, Rhys."

Shanna took that moment to speak up. "Vico told me everything. I had to know the whole truth, Shiloh. You left out so much. I figured you didn't want to hurt me, but as I told you, I'm not stupid. If bringing me back was some ploy to keep him in your life, then you have to know that's wrong. He doesn't play these kinds of games. I love him. I always have from the very first time I saw him. He and I had been together for a year before the Dhorn attack and he had just about fulfilled my every dream. But that was then. And this is now. He locked so many of his feelings up after that night. It took me a while to get past the many layers of his defensive bullshit, to get to the Vico I once knew. But I found him. And I mean to keep him."

"And I am happy for you, Shanna. That's what I wanted. I want him to be happy," Shiloh replied as she seemed intent to study the floor. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you everything. It's been hard for me over the past few months. I'm just tired of fighting with him."

Shanna's eyes swept over her sister's down-turned face. "There's still much that you aren't telling me even now. You brought me back and still you want him for yourself. Just admit it, Shiloh. You know you do. You can't stand it that he still wants me. And he does want me. He proved it to me just a little while ago and it was as beautiful as I remembered it. I could have stayed the night with him. He wanted me to stay the night, but I had to know, Shiloh. I had to see with my own eyes your reaction. And I tell you this, he is mine." The anger in her eyes enhanced the rosiness of her skin. "He is mine."

A deep sigh slipped from Shiloh's lips. "I know that. I failed at making him happy. For whatever it's worth, I am sorry. I never meant to hurt you with my silence."

Shanna's lips twitched. "You could at least look me in the eye."

Shiloh's head snapped up, her eyes betraying her words.

"You still want him for yourself," The younger girl accused. "For all your sweet sounding words, it's all just a pack of pretty lies. You can't stand it, can you? By the Gods, Shiloh, just admit it."

"Yes, I love him. Yes, I want him. And it feels like a knife in my heart that he doesn't feel the same way. Why I am not good enough?" All the hurt and rage she felt over his treatment of her came bursting out. "I would give him anything if he would just return what I feel. And I know he felt it. He told me so."

A muscle in Shanna's jaw ticked. "Yes, I know. He told me, too, but he admitted that sometimes he thought you were me, that he wished you were me and that's where those 'I love you's' came from. So you see, dear sister, you meant nothing to him more than an easy lay. Those were his words, not mine. He grew tired of you, but you wouldn't let it go. All the fighting, all the attempts to garner his attention. He simply saw you for what you were and he wasn't interested."

A sob escaped Shiloh's throat, and she sank to the floor. It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. He wouldn't be that cruel. She couldn't have been a substitute for Shanna. She turned her eyes to Rhys. "Did you know this? Is that why you said those words to me earlier?"

"I knew. I've known for a while. I heard things, things that you didn't. Whispers behind your back. Why do you think I encouraged you to stay away from him? I had hoped you'd figure it out on your own. He isn't right for you, Shiloh. He's just someone who is different from anything you've ever known and you're intrigued by that. Let it go. Give yourself some time to look around you and see that it's not all about giving your body to someone. Love is much more than that. You'll see."

She wiped her tears away. "I need to think and be alone. You are more than welcome to stay."

He shook his head. "Not tonight, Shiloh. We both know where we'd end up if I did and that's not going to help you. Plus I think Shanna wants to go back to Vico's."

"Yes, I do." She spoke the words with a confidence that burned Shiloh. Shanna had thoroughly staked her claim and they both knew it.

"Good night then." Shiloh found her feet and dashed into her bedroom, flinging herself onto the bed. It wasn't fair. He had loved her. She'd witnessed the raw emotion in his eyes the first time he'd whispered those words. The tears fell, streaming down her cheeks unchecked. It couldn't be true.

Surely the Gods would not be so cruel.

O.O

It was a few days before Shiloh emerged from her apartment with red-rimmed eyes and a resolve to put Vico in the past where he belonged. She hadn't seen hide nor hair of the blackguard or her sister ever since that night and assumed they were doing fine together. She needed to move on. It's for the best, she told herself over and over again. Returning to Master Nathan's office, she ignored Wesh and Warent as she walked by them, despite the fact they'd both spoken to her. She dropped a curtsy before Nathan, "Have you found anything out from Master Kelten about the paladin?" She wasn't about to beat around the bush.

"Yes, I have. They are still waiting for a certain someone to return to the inn because she told them weeks ago that she'd been interested in going with them. Did you forget?"

"I must have with everything else going on. I'll head over there now and speak to them. I just have one concern, though. The paladin gave me the case of the chills last time I encountered him. I didn't like the way he looked at me. I mean, he's a man of the church and he had a lady companion with him, but something about him felt very foul despite his fair demeanor. Is there anyone in the Family who could go with me perhaps? Just to help me keep the paladin at bay in case his intentions aren't all that goodly?"




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 27



"No, Shiloh. I think this is something if you decide to do that you should do on your own. It's a good opportunity for you." Nathan replied. "Once you speak to them again, make your decision then."

Shiloh nodded. In her heart, she knew that he was right. "Very well. I'll let you know when I'm leaving if I decide to do so."

The expression on his bland face didn't change one bit, but she could've sworn that his eyes smiled for a fraction of a second.

O.O

A muttered curse slipped from Shiloh's lips as she exited the Bear Pit. Part of her wondered why she hadn't just left when she had the chance. She could've been firmly ensconced with the royalty of another country by now and wouldn't be taking orders from a restaurant owner turned guild master.

Damn and double damn! How had my life come to this? She stopped dead in her tracks on her way towards the south side of the city and let her memories take hold. Thoughts of her life in the castle burned in her brain. She would give anything to go back to those days. Anything. Fondly she recalled the days spent lazing by her wading pool, and of going riding on the castle grounds on those rare occasions when the rain had ceased and the sun had shined brightly, warming the fragrant earth around her. But those days were gone and the sun had not shined in so long that she nearly forgot what it looked like. The rains had not lasted this long before. It made her wonder if the weather had something to do with the Dhorn, for the rains had not stopped since they attacked.

And here she stood, now soaked to the bone, in the pouring rain. She was sure she looked afright, a bedraggled mess. Her long, full blond hair hung in ribbons as rivulets of water coursed down the strands. She knew she should've grabbed her cloak. What the hell, she muttered as she shook away the haunting memories of her pampered past and headed back to her apartment to change her clothes.

She knew she needed to wear something practical. She dug into her wardrobe, glancing through the many new outfits she had bought herself on her recent shopping trip with her sister. She grabbed a deep green hooded cloak and held it up before her. It would be useful in the wilds of the Summer Islands. Setting it aside, she reached for a pretty light green blouse made of the soft woven hemp. She then removed the sodden clothing, stripping down to her skin and toweled herself dry. The blouse felt good against her chilled skin and soon she'd added a darker green woolen tunic. Both plunged in a deep V which exposed her ample cleavage. She pulled on black leather pants that hugged her hips and thighs, clinging to her voluptuous, hourglass figure and tapered down into the black leather knee high boots she'd layered over the pants.

Then she emptied the magic bag Shander had given her and began to repack it. She added a couple lengths of rope, healing draughts, and her trusty lockpicks. Grabbing a sword belt, she sheathed her two swords within the scabbards. She reached for trusty rod that had brought both Shanna and Shander back to life and stowed it within the bag. Then she added a few changes of clothes and several large pouches of coins. She knew she needed to visit Dalino at the guild to see what sort of armor he had in stock. The leather armor she'd earned from Hatori had gotten torn up when she fought the one lone gladiator. The gash across the chest had rendered it useless. She could've visited Igor and had it repaired. She simply wanted something sturdier.

A pounding knock brought her out of her musings over her armor and she set everything aside to answer it. Yet she paused at the door to listen as another knock sounded. No voices could be heard, leaving her to believe it wasn't Vico and Shanna. Scratching her head ponderously, she wondered who it was. Who would be visiting her? She'd never had visitors before. It struck her as odd and she knew she had to be cautious. So she cracked the door slightly and peeked out, her eyes taking in a broad leather covered chest. "Who's there?" she called out, knowing who it was.

"Marak, m'lady. I have a delivery for you."

She recognized the voice immediately and opened the door, allowing the dark haired man into her apartment. She closed the door behind him and headed back to her bedroom. Why was Rhys here and what did he have for her? He was the last person next to Vico that she expected to find on her doorstep. Her heart pounded and her hands shook ever so slightly as she returned to packing her belongings into the magic bag. He followed her, watching her every move intently for a few long minutes.

"Running away?" He spoke up, his eyes full of compassion.

She let out a harsh chuckle, "I wouldn't give them the satisfaction."

"Then where are you going?"

"I don't remember ever having to report to you about what my plans are. It's not any of your business," she sneered at him before grabbing her other cloak and stowing it inside the bag.

The look on his handsome face was incredulous. He whipped off the eye patch that covered one eye and pulled the heavy wig from his head, tossing both onto the floor. "Remember who you're talkin' to, Princess. You are my business."

"Can it with the Princess bullshit, Rhys. I'm not in the mood. Now what do you want?" Her growl came from somewhere deep inside, filled with all of the anger and malignance that she could muster.

His brows furrowed at her tone. This wasn't like her. He eyed her speculatively and tapped his foot on the wooden floor. "I came to see if you were alright. I hadn't seen you since the other night and was worried about you. I'm sorry if my being here has your panties in a knot. You don't need to take your anger at Vico out on me."

"I could care less about that man and I don't want to keep hearing his name. I'm fine so just leave already."

"I don't think so. Not until you level with me. What's gotten into you? I, for one, am tired of trying to guess what it is you're going to do next." Rhys asked as he pulled the bag from her hand and tossed it aside. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he turned her around to face him and gazed down into her wide blue eyes. "Talk to me, my sweet."

"There's nothing to say, Rhys. I don't have to explain myself to you. Just go away."

Rhys shook his head, his fingers digging into the meat of her upper arms. "By the gods, if you won't tell me willingly then I'll force it out of you." He lifted her off her feet, carrying her out of her room and over to the master's chair. He sat down and brought her across his lap, "Hold still!" he ordered before pulling down her leather pants to expose her bare bottom. Shiloh struggled against the tight grip he had on her. She knew what was coming next. She'd been in this position one too many times.

SLAP!

He brought his hand down on her bottom as hard as he could. She let out a cry and struggled harder. Shiloh kicked and flailed about.

SLAP! SLAP!

"Damn you, Rhys! Stop! NOW!" She wailed, as tears gathered in her eyes.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Her bottom burned with pain. Hot tears flowed down her cheeks. "Please...," she whimpered.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Shiloh sobbed loudly as incoherent words slipped from her lips.

"You will tell me, Shiloh," Then he let her go and she sank to the floor at his feet. It took her a few moments to regain her composure. Once she had, she flashed him a look with murderous intent in her eyes.

"You asshole!" she screamed as she stood up before him and took a swing at him, her hand connecting with his face. "Let me tell you a thing or two! You have no right to spank me! You have no right to demand I tell you anything. And furthermore, you don't own me and you don't have any right to judge me the way you have."

He surged out of his seat, glaring down at her. He grasped her shoulders and dragged her up against his body. He bent down and captured her lips in a kiss that fervently staked its claim on her. He ravished her mouth, allowing his kiss to become passionate and fierce in its intensity. Shiloh reveled in its brutality.

Pulling back from her, he gazed down into her eyes. "Forgive me, Shiloh. I don't know what came over me."

"When you kissed me or hit me?"

"Both."

She sighed deeply, and pulled out of embrace, dashing back into her bedroom. She threw herself onto her bed and let the tears fall down her cheeks. It wasn't fair. It had felt so good and she had needed it. Why did he have to ruin it? Her heart ached. She knew what she felt for Rhys. It was as different, but just as intense as what she felt for Vico. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt the bed give beside her. Two strong hands cradled her face after rolling her onto her back.

"Shiloh, forgive me. I would never want to make you cry," he whispered as placed a soft kiss on her lips. He drew in a deep breath and embraced her tightly. "I had no right."

She buried her head into his neck and wrapped herself around him. She locked her legs around his waist, drawing him into the cradle of her thighs.

He gasped and pulled back from her ever so slightly. "Let me take care of you." He settled back against her and kissed her softly. His lips parted hers and he deepened it, plying her sweetly with his tongue. Then he pulled back, giving her a big smile. "Let me treat you like a queen."

"Even though I may never be one."

He smiled again, his eyes warm and aglow with happiness. "You will forever be my queen."

He started to undress her, removing her clothing piece by piece, planting little kisses here and there with each piece removed. His fingers gently stroked her skin. He caressed the bottom of her breasts, circling the nipples, but did not touch them.

She cuddled herself against him, feeling snug and sheltered pressed so intimately to his warmth. His right hand wandered over her body, tenderly stroking her belly, her navel, her hips and thighs.

Leaning forward, Rhys kissed her neck while his fingers played over her silky soft skin. He fumbled around for a bit and she realized he had divested himself of his clothing. The length of his naked body caressed her lovingly. Shiloh could feel his male member swelling, rubbing against her soft nether curls. By the gods, he felt so good. She parted her thighs and slowly guided him into her warm wetness. His cock slowly parted her lower lips, sweetly filling her out. Rhys embraced her fully, one hand palming her breast while he dropped his head to take the other into his mouth. He hadn't begun to thrust his hips yet, enjoying the feel of her moist depths around him. He caressed her, kissing her neck, her cheeks, and finally her lips once more. Then he slid into her as far as nature would allow, a moan on his lips. She sought his lips, devouring him in an all-consuming kiss. He pumped his hips as she tightened her walls around him once again. She felt him spasm deep inside her as his warm semen flowed from him. The kiss intensified.

"By the gods...," he moaned against her mouth. He shifted his hips and thrust as hard and as deeply as possible.

Shiloh smiled up at him, planting a soft kiss on his mouth. "Touch me...," she pleaded, guiding his hand down between their bodies. She directed his fingers to her swollen clit protruding from its hood. Pulling her hand back, she allowed him to explore. He parted her nether lips and lightly drew his finger along her nub, rubbing it sweetly.

"Oh, oh, oh...yes, touch me...there...," she moaned throatily.

"As you wish, my sweet."

"Oh gods yes...Rhys...just touch me."

Rhys took his time and caressed her as lovingly as possible. She lay still, focusing on his sweet touch. He tenderly nipped her ears and kissed her neck and shoulders. He heard her let out a moan as he slid a finger into her pussy to replace his softened cock, coating her lower lips with their juices. As her breathing became heavier and her moans became raspier, Rhys realized that she was getting close. She locked her thighs around his fingers and trapped them there. He smiled and kissed her once again. Finally the sensual torment proved to be too much for Shiloh to bear. She couldn't hold out any longer. She spread her legs and urged him to faster. A cry escaped her as he slid his hardened cock back into her succulent depths. His thrusts were rapid and frantic, pounding into her all the way. She moaned and screamed with excitement as his deep penetrations ignited the thrill of her sweet spot. She reached her peak, spasming around him. Shiloh clawed at his back, her nails raking the length of him. Rhys gave a shout, reaching his own peak just moments after hers. Her pulsating walls had been too much for him. The sensation overloaded his synapses and he fired away, coating her with his seed.

He kissed her tenderly and held her close, basking in the heady afterglow of their passion. "I'll take care of you, little one. I'll try not to hurt you ever again. You have to trust me."

"I do," she bestowed upon him a brilliant kiss and snuggled into his larger body.

"So where are you running to?" A chuckle slipped passed his lips as he nuzzled her earlobe.

"I was asked to accompany a paladin and his lady on a quest to retrieve an item sacred to the Temple of the Sun Lord. They needed someone skilled in dealing with locks and traps. I have to meet with them and let them know I'm interested in going. I think it's best if I go. It'll get me away from the conflict here in the city and allow tempers and other things to settle. Master Nathan thinks it's a good idea," she replied as her hand grazed his hip.

He sucked in a breath at the feel of her hand on his flesh. "Now was that so difficult?" He chuckled and embraced her tighter.

"I never thought you'd beat me."

"You enjoyed it and you know it. I've learned what buttons to push with you," he looked up into her eyes. "But seriously, Shiloh, I am truly sorry for anything I've done or said that may've hurt you. I'm sorry I became angry with you that time you came to the temple. I'm sorry for how I reacted when you told me what happened with Commander Benthur. I could go on and on."

"You don't have to. I understand, Rhys. I did something stupid. It's in the past now and I can't change it. Can we just put it behind us?" Shiloh snuggled against his broad chest, resting her head above his heart.

"Yes, we can." He smiled from ear to ear and gazed down upon her lovingly. "You know, though, what this means, don't you?"

"What?"

"That you're mine. I've claimed you for my own. I'll take care of you, my precious," he pledged with heartfelt sincerity. "When were you planning on leaving to meet up with this paladin?"

"As soon as I finished packing. They've been waiting for me for the past few weeks, ever since before I finished my lessons."

"Then I'm glad I showed up when I did. I wanted you to know how I felt. I couldn't allow you to go on thinking that I thought you'd used me as a substitute. I know it was never that way. I was angry and I said what I thought would hurt you the most." He planted a soft kiss on her shoulder before running his lips down over her collarbone and into the valley between her breasts. "You feel so good, smell so delicious."

"I suppose since they've waited this long, they can wait a little while longer." A giggle slipped forth from her parted lips.

"That they can," he replied as he pressed her flat to the feather mattress and rose above her. Swiftly he guided himself into her wetness. Her warm wet walls engulfed him as the smell of musky arousal permeated their senses. A moan escaped her lips as his fingers softly caressed her pink peaks. He thrust as deeply as he could, rapidly bumping against her until a shudder coursed through him. His warm seed gushed into her. She kissed him, reveling in their passion. He pulled back and gazed down into her smiling face. Her eyes were sparkling, shining with happiness. She raised her hand and gently stroked his hair.

"You have gloriously soft hair," she whispered as he shifted to her side.

"And you are the most beautiful woman I have ever beheld. It's a dream to think you're mine." Rhys whispered, embracing her once more.

"No, not a dream," Shiloh replied, her hand caressing his face. Rhys held her tightly, embracing her against him as they slipped into a spooning position. Shiloh cradled her head against his arm, using it as a pillow. Sleep claimed her within minutes.

O.O

Shiloh yawned and stretched against the warmth steadily seeping into her backside. Strong arms held her pinned against the solid wall of a muscled chest. She let out a soft purr, reveling in the feel of him. "Oh, Rhys," she murmured as she twisted in his embrace, turning around to face him. A sleepy grin formed as he nuzzled her tightly, a lock of blond hair falling down into his face.

"I know I should let you go about your business, but I feel the need to be selfish. I want to keep you with me. Shall I?"

A knock at the door interrupted her reply. She frowned deeply and reached for her robe, throwing it on over her body. "You should get dressed," she murmured to him as the knock came louder accompanied by a voice that could only be Vico's.

"Let me answer the door," he suggested as he slipped on his pants and padded his way into the living room area. "Stay there. He's probably only bringing Shanna home."

Shiloh quickly pulled on the light green blouse, tunic and leather pants she'd had on when Rhys showed up and followed him from the bedroom. She grabbed up her brush and raked it through her tousled locks. She watched as Rhys yanked open the door and allowed Shanna and Vico inside. The blackguard took in the sight before him. His eyes narrowed as he noticed the mode of Rhys's dress or lack thereof.

"Well, take a look at what we have here," He asked as his eyes jumped from Rhys to Shiloh, who still stood before her mirror. He noted the glow upon her skin, the rosiness of her cheeks and her kiss swollen lips. "What gives?"

"When did that become any of your business?" Rhys replied, noticing how possessive the blackguard had suddenly become.

"Shiloh is my business," Vico sneered. "I thought you said you would stay away from her."

"Vico!" Shanna hissed.

"Quiet!" He turned his dark eyes upon her menacingly before zeroing back in on Rhys and Shiloh. A tiny cry of dismay came from Shanna's lips and she knew there was more going on here than any of them had admitted. She noted the offensive stance Vico had taken, the way he clenched and unclenched his fists. Testosterone rode high on the air and he twitched with need to annihilate something.

An instant was all it took before they were circling each other like the bulls they resembled. At a few inches above seven feet tall, Rhys towered over Vico by a full foot. His physique was broader through the shoulder, deeper through the chest and more powerfully muscled than the blackguard, having been honed by the years of physical labor of his chosen cover. But it wasn't enough to intimidate him at all. The two men circled each other, sizing each other up thoroughly, looking for proverbial chinks in the armor, for weaknesses to use against the other. The very air they breathed hummed with energy and rage. The floors, the walls, reeked of the same thing; violence—beautiful, simple, undebatable violence of the coming fight. It lived and breathed, saturating their skin, turning palpable and unmistakable.

"Stop this!" Shiloh cried out as she foolishly pushed her way between them. "Now!"

Vico's dark eyes flicked from Rhys to her and back to Rhys. "You need my little birdie to fight your battles?"

"She isn't yours, scum," Rhys growled back.

"Says who? You? You're wrong. She is and will always be," Though his words were softly snarled they came out loud and clear. Shanna let out a wail of disbelief at her lover's confession while Shiloh held out her arms between them to keep the combatants at bay. "I had her first."




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 27



"And you have Shanna now? Isn't she enough for you?" Shiloh taunted before she slapped him soundly.

A menacing growl came from Vico's lips and he grabbed her with the arms, throwing her to the floor. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Rhys watched her fly through the air and crash to the floor in a heavy heap. A cry of pain escaped her lips. It was all the incentive he needed. Rage twisted his facial features and he lunged at the blackguard, his meaty fists clenched tight, but Vico was ready for the attack. A flying elbow connected the larger man's midsection followed up by a pulverizing uppercut to the face. Fists lashed out and Vico hissed as he was thrown to the ground. Rhys pounced, straddling his core, punches flying like his life depended on every ounce of drawn blood from the blackguard's body. "She's mine now!"

Vico threw Rhys off, his booted feet catching Rhys in the head. Blood poured from a gash above Rhys's eye and a split lip as he elbowed Vico hard in the solar plexus. Vico grunted and caught Rhys in a chokehold and slammed him down, knocking the wind out of him. The two combatants wrestled around for several minutes, kicking, punching and slamming each other into the floor. Rhys broke free of Vico's hold and flipped up to his feet before the blackguard could hit again and slugged Vico hard across the face, resisting the urge to add a brutal kick to the groin. Rhys gasped at the sweet pain as Vico in return landed a brutal punch to the mouth, splitting his lower lip wider and forcing his two front teeth through the upper one. Blood ran down his face and Rhys retorted by breaking Vico's nose, oh, so careful not to hit him straight on and thus driving the nasal bone into his brain. Rhys's muscles coiled, readying another hard slug as he punched him a good one in the stomach and drew back a hard uppercut fast just shy of breaking Vico's jaw, releasing tangy blood down his five o'clock shadow.

With a feral howl, Vico bullrushed the bigger man and threw his shoulder into Rhys's midsection, driving him back to crash into the bookshelf. A groan slipped from Rhys as the shelves splintered on impact. He could feel the embedded wood digging into his muscles. Vico held Rhys there, landing heavy blows to his middle and groin. Rhys groaned and brought his knee up hard, connecting with the mouth and chin of the blackguard. He threw himself forward, landing on Vico and pinning him down to the floor. Playing dirty, Vico summoned a ball of negative energy to his palm and pressed it to Rhys's face. He howled in pain and grabbed a handful of hair belting Vico across the face so hard that sent him reeling. Rhys punched, Vico blocked; he countered, Rhys dodged. And so the dance of death continued with neither standing still for long, adjusting and modifying their attack to bring the most damage to the other.

"You fight like a sissy bitch," Vico taunted as he landed pulverizing hits across to Rhys's face, again and again. Pain rang in his ears, and he bit his lip to keep from showing it. "My little birdie hits harder than you do."

The two continued, swinging, blocking, lunging. And soon they were back to circling each other. Vico swung once more, but Rhys dodged it and grabbed hold of Vico, knocking him hard against a wall, causing another bookshelf to break. Rhys became relentless, grasping a fistful of hair to slam Vico into the wall repeatedly. Blood bubbled out from Vico's mouth and nose when he tried to breathe. He felt Rhys's hands leave and made a move to strike. Vico caught Rhys's arm with his free hand, slamming his elbow into the side of Rhys's face, and at the same time letting go, allowing the bigger man to topple onto the floor. Rhys looked up just in time to roll out of the way and dodge Vico's foot before it connected with his ribs. Groaning, he sprang to his feet, once more at the ready, and lunged again, once more meeting Vico's fist. He ignored the pain and swung with everything he had. The blackguard quickly blocked and pummeled Rhys in the ribs with hard, punishing blows.

With blood and sweat stinging his eyes, Rhys let out a bellow and threw a crushing punch into Vico's bloodied mouth. His neck cracked as his head snapped back at the force of it. He staggered and went down on one knee. Sparkles of light exploded before his eyes and he shook his head to regain his equilibrium. Fury gripped him even tighter and he lunged at Rhys, his fist tangling into the bloodied blond locks hand while planting his other fist firmly into his ribs once more. Bones snapped, cracking grotesquely, and Rhys let out a howl of sheer pain. Before he could think twice, Vico threw another punch at him, hammering the already bruised and cracked ribs, but he was quick to retaliate, despite the pain. He went for the low blow, bringing his knee up into the blackguard's groin and before another moment passed, he landed a hard blow to the gut. Vico groaned and staggered, clutching his balls as he nearly blacked out from the pain inflicted in such a sensitive area.

"You tossed her aside like yesterday's trash. She's not yours!" Rhys retorted as he captured Vico in a chokehold, his massive forearm applying pressure to the blackguard's Adam's apple and with his free hand delivered vicious jabs to his kidneys. Vico grunted, slamming his head back to connect with Rhys's chin. Rhys grunted and continued pounding his fist into Vico's bruised flesh.

The blackguard grunted and snarled, "Had to have my leavings, did ya?"

Rhys ignored the barb and smashed Vico's face into the wall. He grinned as he heard the sickening sound of bones breaking. Vico let out a roar and kicked backwards, his boot connecting with Rhys's knee. He heard a grunt and wriggled out of the hold. He grabbed one of the wooden chairs that sat beside the table and swung it at Rhys. The sickening sound of the chair hitting flesh and the coarse expletive that followed filled the room. Rhys groaned and spat out a tooth.

Vico staggered, clutching Rhys. Both men were winded and breathing heavily. "You give up yet?" Rhys chided him as he favored his bruised and broken ribs.

"Fuck you, never!" He sneered and headbutted his opponent before slamming both his fists into Rhys's bloodied mouth one after the other. Rhys groaned and retaliated with a fierce kick to Vico's middle, causing him to stagger and fall. Rhys followed him down, once more straddling his core while landing heavy blows to the head and chest. He refused to give up. He would make the blackguard surrender. He would make him give up his hold on Shiloh.

On and on he went. Blood coursed from Vico's mouth, nose and eyes. "Fuckin' give up already!" Rhys roared.

"Fuck you!"

A wry chuckle slipped from Rhys's mashed lips, "You ain't my type, asshole!" Rhys wasn't sure where it came from, but soon he felt a blade slam into him. He snarled from the pain and rolled off the blackguard, who held the bloody knife in his equally bloody hand. "Fuckin' cheater!"

Vico rolled to his feet, coughing harshly and spitting up blood. He threw the dagger away and kicked Rhys in the same exact place he'd stabbed him, causing a wail of pain to explode from Rhys's lips. And as he moved to land a second kick, Rhys grabbed hold of Vico's leg and yanked, wrenching his knee and pulling him the floor. They lay side by side, gasping for air and attempting to land hits upon the other.

"You give up?" Rhys gasped after hitting him one last time.

"Fuck no!" Vico groaned, slugging Rhys in the ribs once more.

"Gods damn you, asshole!" He growled before lapsing into belly shaking laughter which ended in a deep hacking cough. He spat blood up once more before collapsing back to the floor. "I ain't givin' up. You'll have to kill me first."

Rhys's laughter proved infectious as Vico joined in. "You're already dead, you stubborn sonofabitch."

O.O

Shiloh and Shanna watched fervently while clutching each other tightly. The brutal fight and the odd laughter of the two men in the aftermath had astonished them both. "They're nuts! Absolutely nuts!" Shiloh stated, thoroughly exasperated.

"This is your fault!" Shanna accused, turning fearful eyes onto her sister.

"Me? Is not!"

"You have to have them all, don't you? Damn you, Shiloh! Not every man wants you!" Shanna jerked herself out of her sister's embrace, drew back her hand and slapped her with all the force she could muster. "Vico is mine!"

Stunned, she sank to the floor and gaped, open mouthed, at Shanna. "I don't want Vico! I swear that to you!"

"Liar! He wouldn't be fighting for you if that wasn't true."

Shiloh left out a deep sigh. "Enough! I don't know what brought this on, but it's not my fault. It's so like your precious Vico to want to have his cake and eat it, too."

Shanna shook her head and sniffled loudly, wiping away the tears that were burning her eyes. "It's not fair!"

Shiloh surged to her feet and marched to the middle of the living room where both Vico and Rhys still lay, exhausted and dripping in blood. She surveyed the damage around her. Two of her bookshelves resembled firewood as well as one of her chairs. She let out a scream before running back into her bedroom and grabbing her bag. From within she pulled two of the healing draughts. She knew it wouldn't take care of all their wounds, but it hopefully heal the worst. She helped the two men to sit up and made them drink. Then she turned tearfully accusing eyes upon the man who'd made her life hell.

"Why, Vico? I risked my life to give you back Shanna? Why? Why do you still want me?"

"I think I loved you from the moment I saw you," he admitted as he gazed deeply into her eyes.

"Then why, Vico?"

"I wanted to avoid this situation."

"What situation? What are you talking about?"

"Of falling head over heels in love with you. Love has to be the cruelest thing the gods ever created. I don't want to be one of those guys who follow you around. It would make me seem weak."

"It wouldn't have to be like that," Shiloh's eyes filled with tears. "I gave you back Shanna and it's still not enough for you. By the gods, Vico, I remember when you told me she was prettier than me. All I can remember what was in my head at the time that you preferred my younger half-sister, that despite the fact that I'm the princess, I'm still not good enough and I never will be."

A bitter laugh escaped him. "No man wants the woman he loves to know how much she affects him. I never expected a high-born lady to look upon a commoner like me."

"Gods, if you only knew. But this is so wrong. It can't be. Surely you see that. Why me after I risked so much to give you back Shanna? Answer me!"

He shook his head, "Shiloh, bringing Shanna back was something you should have left well enough alone."

A sob came from the doorway of the bedroom.

"I righted a wrong, Vico. I did it for you."

"No, stupid, I think you've created a worse situation. If she's ever caught by the ones who killed her in the first place, they'll capture her and torture her until she tells them who was behind it. Then they'll learn about you and the rest of us. Is that what you want?"

Shiloh lowered her eyes and studied her feet. "No, it's not. I guess I didn't think of it that way."

"No, you didn't."

"How can you be so cruel to say such things in front of her? Gods, you really are a heartless wretch!" Shiloh accused as she backed away from him. "You don't know what love is. You only know hate and destruction. Get the fuck out of here and never come back. If I find you anywhere near my sister, I'll cut your dick off and feed it to you before I cut out your black heart with my knife. Get out!"

Vico snarled at her, clenching his teeth to keep from hissing in pain as he struggled to get to his feet. Her eyes raked over him, taking in the intimidating sight of his bloodied face, broken nose and bruised flesh. When her gaze met his, she was looking into the most chilling pair of eyes she'd ever seen. Gods, he'd become so unwaveringly distant again. She'd seen him in many lights with eyes full of cold fury and heated bliss and everything in between, but never in all the time she'd known him had witnessed such unmitigated contempt, such uncompromising hatred or undiluted bitterness. She let out a sob as one final emotion assailed her. It was the one she hadn't expected to see, sheer unmistakable love mixed with a hint of blatant betrayal. It pinned her and held her frozen in place. It left her utterly speechless.

Though bleeding profusely from several wounds, Rhys limped his way over to Shanna and helped her to her feet. "Perhaps you two need to have a heart to heart talk. I'll take Shanna with me and head over to the Alchemist's for some more healing potions. Gods know I need it. Have you any more I could drink before I go?"

It took a few moments to fully register Rhys's words before she acted upon them. She dug into her pack and pulled out the ones she had, dividing them between Rhys and Vico. The potions helped quite a bit, lessening the seeping blood and swollen flesh. And she knew she'd be able to acquire more. Next she handed Rhys the sack of gold she'd had in her pack. "Use as much of it as you'd like. I have more."

He nodded and drew Shanna along with him as he exited the apartment.

O.O

Shiloh fixed her gaze upon Vico once more before disheartedly groaning at the destruction their brutal fight had wreaked upon her cozy little home. Her voice cracked as the tears burned for release. "It'll never work for us," she dejectedly whispered. She let out a cry and buried her face into her hands. "Just stop this nonsense. Now! You've already hurt Shanna and I won't let you do the same to me any more than you have."

He laughed aloud, a cold chuckle so evil it sent shivers slithering down her spine. He cradled her in his arms, tenderly stroking her backside. "If hurting you was my intention, I wouldn't be here. You are mine and I protect what is mine. Now are you going to make me prove it to you that I OWN you?"

Shiloh shuddered at his words. Own was an incredibly strong word for him to be using so casually. Vico captured her lips in a possessive kiss, his lips and tongue devouring her mouth. He overwhelmed her, leaving her utterly defenseless against his assault on her senses. She turned to putty in his embrace, her legs buckling beneath her.

"Please... no more," she moaned as their lips parted for a second. She wanted him, by the hells, she did...even though she knew it was wrong. And it was all wrong. She wouldn't take what he was offering if it meant causing Shanna pain. "I can't."

He threw a calculating look at her before he headed for the door. Words were no longer necessary.

"I'm going away to the Summer Islands on a mission and I think it would be best if Shanna went with me. She needs time to adjust," Shiloh spoke up as she followed him to the door. "It's best that we stay out of each other's way from here on out."

"And you know that will never happen," he retorted as he caught her eyes in an unwavering stare. "Nothing else matters, my sweet. Nothing. And I expect you to remember that!"

He left and Shiloh grabbed a few books from the floor, flinging them headlong into the door. The sound of echoed thunks and crashes ensued.

Damn him!

He would not dictate my life!!!

O.O



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 28



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Tangled Webs and Stolen Hearts

Shiloh trembled, sucking in a deep breath. Sheer need of him gripped her. She mentally scolded herself for such weakness. She did not want Vico. The words played over and over in her mind. I do not want him, I do not need him, I do not crave his touch...I do...The voice inside her head screamed at her. I DO...I DO...I DO...

"NO!" Shiloh cried aloud to an empty room. Once more she surveyed the damage to her home. Nothing but firewood, she scoffed to herself. Forcing herself up from the floor, she sifted through the wreckage and removed the precious books. Then she gathered all the broken shelves and reduced them even smaller with a hand axe meant for that purpose. She stacked the debris by her stove and added the books to the remaining bookshelf not destroyed in the fight. Men and their foolish notions of might making right, she brooded as her mind fell upon other more troubling thoughts. Damn, why could he not leave well enough alone? Why did he have to have it all? She was satisfied with Rhys, willing to explore the depths their relationship could go. Why did Vico have to interfere? Why, after she'd given him something more? 

"Stop it!" Her spoken chastisation of her tumultuous thoughts echoed through the apartment. She needed to get out of here. Needed time away to clear her head and make her mind believe what her heart already knew. Vico wasn't for her. She needed to remain steadfast in that knowledge. With that resolve, she picked up her pack and double-checked the contents. Rod of resurrection, check. Length of rope, check. Her short swords, check. Bedroll, check. Waterskin and food rations, check. Thieves' tools, check. Torches, check. Then she glanced over the miscellaneous gear she figured she would also need. Before she closed her pack, she double-checked the apartment. Confident she wasn't forgetting anything, she sat down on the couch to wait for Shanna and Rhys to return. She had to convince Shanna to go with her. Both of them needed this chance to get away.

Her wait was short. She met them at the door, imploring eyes begging for understanding from her sister. Yet Shanna's dark scowl told her everything she needed to know. She closed her eyes and looked away, searching for the right words to say. None came. Then she glanced up at Rhys. His expression was neutral; she could not tell what he might be thinking. "I did nothing..." she murmured to him. 

Rhys nodded his head. Her skin held no such blissful glow, her lips not swollen by desperate kisses. He knew he was right to trust her. She hadn't given into the potent allure of her greatest tormentor. Pride swelled within him. His heart pounded in his chest. Shiloh wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on the swell of his chest. He winced, stifling a groan that threatened to slip forth from his lips. His ribs were still aching.

"He tried to kiss me, but I told him no. I won't be the cause of tearing my sister's heart to shreds. He can't do that to us. I told him that when I go to the Summer Islands on that quest that I'm taking her with me." Shiloh murmured against his skin. 

"I think that is for the best, my precious one. I have the healing potions you asked me to purchase for you. I picked up a few others that I thought would come in handy for you. I'll wait while you finish packing and be your escort. Is there any place you need to go?"

"I wanted to stop at the guild to purchase a better suit of armor and some nicer weapons. Since I don't know what I'm going to be up against on this adventure, I'd like to be prepared. And since Shanna is going, I should outfit her just as well. I have money to pay for everything."

Rhys nodded, and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "So be it, my sweet."

"And what if I don't want to go anywhere with you?" Shanna hissed, her eyes shooting daggers at her sister. "I want to be with Vico. If you are out of sight, perhaps he won't be tempted. Let me go to him."

"No, that won't do. You both need time away. If there weren't arrangements I need to make for Nicca to leave this city behind, I would accompany you and keep you safe." Rhys shook his head, "This is for the best."

Shanna glared at him. "You should be as angry as I am at him, at her."

"But I'm not. You act like this is something Shiloh can control. She can't control Vico and his wants." Rhys reasoned with Shanna, his face passive. "She's made her choice and it's not him."

"And you believe that?"

"It's true. I've chosen Rhys."

Rhys carefully eyed Shiloh, his gaze boring into her as he meticulously gauged her statement. She didn't demure at all. She snuggled into his chest and let her hands roam over the muscles of his back. "Yes, I do. Now let's get everything ready that we'll need. I need to heal some more. I purchased a few of the major healing potions that the Alchemist had to offer and I believe just one of these will put me to rights again. Give me a moment to quaff it down and then we'll pack some things for Shanna." He turned to Shanna, looking her straight in the eyes. "And there'll be no protesting."

"Fine," Shanna ground out through clenched teeth. "I'll go, but I don't have to like it."

After packing a few things for Shanna and after Rhys had once again disguised himself in the get-up he'd had on earlier, they left the apartment. Shiloh made sure to lock her home up. She didn't think anyone would be fool enough to cross Master Nathan, but she wasn't taking any chances. They left the northern part of the city and headed into South Betancuria to the ruined house that served as an entrance to the sewers. Then Rhys guided them up into the guild house. 

Shiloh was relieved that Vico wasn't there. She figured he may be nearby licking his wounds, though. She gave herself a good mental shake and pushed those dangerous thoughts out of her head. She shouldn't be thinking about him at a time like this. I don't need him, she told herself as she recited the mantra over and over again. Approaching Dalino, she gave him a wide smile and pulled out a bag of gold. "I need armor and a good weapon for myself as well as my sister. Do you have anything that will suit my needs?"

"I have plenty of things that will suit your needs, pretty girl, as long as you have the gold." His eyes boldly raked over her. "Might I suggest a few items?"

"Sure, show me what ya got."

He opened a crate and drew forth and suit of black and silver armor. "This is blackened mithral. It'll help you blend in with the shadows and the mithral rings are well oiled to cut down on noise. I call this piece Silent Death. It's very effective in helping you strike from the shadows. I've seen you fight. You need this armor. I'll even make you a very sweet deal on it."

Shiloh picked it up and began to look it over. She'd never felt anything so light before. "May I try it on?"

"Sure thing. You can use that room over there." He pointed at a door to his right. Shiloh nodded and headed inside, closing the door behind her. Quickly she slipped out of her clothing and into Silent Death. She liked the way it hugged her curves and plunged down over her chest, doing little to hide her ample charms. She smiled. This armor was definitely a keeper. 

"I'll take it," she smiled as she returned to Dalino. "Now, what do you suggest for my sister? I doubt she's ever worn armor before or even used a weapon. I'm going to train her, though."

A pondering look crossed the merchant's ruddy face as he studied her thoroughly. Then he reached into another crate and pulled out something that looked like shimmering black silk. "This is called Shadowskin." He handed it to her. It resembled the black catsuit Shiloh had gotten from Drago. 

Shanna looked it over curiously before heading into the room Shiloh had changed in. While waiting for her to come back out, Shiloh perused the weapon racks behind him. She picked up another short sword and held it in her hand, feeling its weight. It didn't warm to her touch as her poison blade had done. "I like this one. What can you tell me about it?"

"Ah, that is called Heart of Winter. It has an enchantment on it that delivers a kiss of coldness to whomever it strikes. It is a very good blade, but there is another I would recommend above it." He reached over to another rack and drew from it a sword whose blade was tinged in red and whose hilt sported two good sized rubies. "This is Darkstar. It was forged by the same smith who created Kinslayer."

"Kinslayer?" She repeated.

"Yes, the sword belonging to the Family's dark knight."

Shiloh's eyes flashed in recognition and she picked up Darkstar, cradling it in her hands. It felt incredible to the touch and fit within her grasp as if it belonged there and had been made solely for her. She flashed a wicked grin at him. She had wanted a blade as insidious as Vico's. "I'll take it."

"I thought so. The good thing about this sword... if you are injured and strike a living foe with this blade, it can be used to drain them of their life energy, thus bolstering your own. Many have been too faint of heart to successfully wield this weapon, but I don't believe this will be the case with you. I believe that you will do well with Darkstar."

Her grin grew even more wicked. "And what about this dagger? Its blade is serrated."

"Ah, yes. That one is what is called a Courtesan Blade. Our dark knight wields one. It is a very good off-hand weapon and what makes it so is its ability to stun people, to rob them of their senses and open them up to other more insidious attacks. This sort of blade is favored by assassins. Perhaps it would be good for your sister."

"Very well. I'll take it, Darkstar, Heart of Winter and the armor, providing Shanna likes hers," Shiloh added as she watched Shanna walk out of the small room. 

Shanna joined them and picked up the dagger. "I like this blade. It calls to me," she murmured. "And I like this armor. I want to learn to be the greatest assassin this city has ever whispered about. I want to strike fear in the hearts of all who hear my name. I want to be called Shanna Darkwalker. I think my Vico like that. He admires those who are strong enough to take what they want."

Shiloh smiled wickedly at her sister, "Now that's more like it. I think we can work on that while we're away. I'll have time to teach you everything I know and when we return, you can train with Vico. He'll teach you. I'm sure he will."

And I can help, a voice in her head whispered. She knew that voice, the low haunting timbre that belonged to Bastian. Coax her to join you on the dark side and I'll lend my mighty protection to both of you.

His offer tempted her greatly. She mulled it over in her thoughts for a few long moments before sending her mental reply. Thy work shall be done.

Rhys eyed Shanna ponderingly, "You've much to learn before you become an assassin. That's something one doesn't become overnight. It takes years of discipline and training. I know there are many in the Family that would be willing to show you that course. Vico is one of them, but don't set yourself on a path that you'll regret later. Taking a life isn't as simple as it sounds. When you take a life, you sacrifice part of yourself and that can take its toll on your soul."

"Save the lectures," she scowled as she picked up the scabbard and sword belt Dalino laid in front of her and strapped it around her waist. "Have you anything else that will benefit me?"

"Ah, Boots of silence, an essential for any thief worth his or her salt. And I have two pairs. I even think they'll be the right size. And Gloves of Nimbleness, another essential for a thief who specializes in burglaries. I'll give you a special price for all of it provided you do something for me."

"What might that be, Dalino?" Shiloh asked, her curiosity aroused.

"There is something I've been hoping to acquire. Its last known location was in a vault beneath the castle."

Shiloh cocked an eyebrow at him. "Is it something that belonged to the Royal Family?"

"Yes, it is. To our dearly departed King," he grinned as an evil glimmer shone brightly in his beady little eyes.

"You are aware of who you're speaking to? King Aurelius was my father and you expect me to sneak into what was my home which is now inhabited by my enemies to steal something that belonged to my father? You must have testicles the size of grapefruits and would advise you to reconsider your words or else end up like that wretch Paurie after he asked me to whore for him down on the docks!!!!" Shiloh's eyes turned a blazing red while her skin soon took on a deep copper hue.

Dalino swallowed the lump in his throat, licking his lips nervously, and backed away from her. "I meant no harm. I had heard a rumor about you, linking you to the Royal Family, but I hadn't lent much credence to it. I know it must be upsetting to hear me ask you such a thing, but think of it this way. If it is in the hands of the Family then it is not in the hands of the Dhorn. Wouldn't it be a solid blow to them to find out that King Aurelius's greatest treasures, the greatest spoils of war he ever collected are gone, poof! Vanished without a trace! It's a way to hit them where it really hurts. I know they have been sending treasures from the lesser vaults to the Dhorn Emperor. We intercepted the last two shipments and have secreted them away. But word has it that this vault is the one they have not been able to break into. Think of the heads that will roll within their ranks when they find the vault not only open but emptied. And you will be able to keep what you want of the goods as long as you bring me the one item I seek."

Shiloh brought her hand up to her chin, tapping a finger against her lips as she thought over his proposition. Her father's greatest treasures in her hands instead in the hands of the Dhorn Emperor. It was very tempting. She let go of her anger and studied him thoughtfully. "Alright, Dalino. You've caught my interest. I'd much rather have my family's possessions in a safe place that only I know rather than allowing the Dhorn to have them. However, I cannot complete this mission anytime soon. I have agreed to another mission that'll take me out of the city for an unknown amount of time. It'll have to be completed when I return."

"It must be done tonight. My sources tell me despite the fact that their attempts to open it have been unsuccessful, they have decided to use explosives on the vault door."

Shiloh let out a cackling laugh. "Pathetic!" She scoffed, "The metal used on those vaults was crafted by dwarves, built to withstand even the attack of an ancient wyrm. Explosives will do nothing to it."

"And I would venture to guess that you know how to get in to it," he predicted, his beady little eyes glossy with greed.

"I do. I had access to all the combinations of the vaults as well as a few secret passages leading into the vaults themselves. And the one you want me to break into is the vault my great-great grandfather had those dwarven craftsman construct out of adamantine which is a full two feet thick and past the adamantine is a substance that dwarf called Acidic Crystal. It's at least a foot thick and can burn huge gaping holes in any sort of flesh that comes in contact with it. It's very painful. I've seen men who barely touched the crystalline points die from the pain it inflicted. It wasn't pretty. Very well. I'll head into the castle as soon as we're done here. I know exactly how to reach the vault in question. I assume it'll be guarded but I know a back way in." Shiloh grinned mischievously to herself. "Now that I've agreed, what is your price for these items I wish to buy?"

"Fifty thousand gold for all of it, plus the item I want," He stated confidently.

"Nah, too much. I don't have that much gold. How about thirty thousand gold and the item plus a pick of anything else in the vault?" She countered.

"Do you think I'm a fool? No, thirty thousand is not nearly enough. That armor is more than that by itself. Forty-five thousand," he waged. "And a pick of something else from the vault."

Shiloh frowned at him. "Forty thousand even and the item you wish. That's my final offer. Think about it wisely before you speak again. I know exactly how to get into that vault without the Dhorn knowing anything is even gone. No one else can do that for you, not even the senior most master thief that Family has. Only me. So I'd take what I'm willing to give you and be happy about it."

The look on his face was incredulous. "Who are you to scam the scam artist?"

Her smile said it all. "Face it. You know I'm right. I'm the right person for the job, the only person for the job. That's who I am."

He grumbled under his breath. She had him and he knew it. And furthermore, she knew he knew she had him. "You drive a hard bargain, girlie. Forty thousand and the item I want from the vault."

"Which is?" 

"It's a statue about oh this big...," he held his hands about a foot wide, "...and about a foot tall of a voluptuous woman. In her open cupped palms is a perfectly faceted flawless jewel. That's the item I want. Here take this."

He handed her a piece of black cloth. "What's this?" she looked it over.

"Open it."

Shiloh unfolded it, allowing it to expand completely. She tossed it to the floor, watching it open into a hole ten feet wide by ten feet deep. "What is it?"

"It's an extra-dimensional space known as a portable hole. That will allow you to empty the contents of that vault without problem or worry. Consider it a gift."

"Thank you, Dalino. It'll take me a while to get in and out, but I'll return as quickly as I can with your statue," she flashed a wide smile at him then reached into her bag of holding and pulled out the needed coinage. 

"One word of advice, never put the portable hole into that magic bag or the magic bag into the portable hole. You might cause the end of the world as we know it by tearing a hole in the Astral Plane." 

Her brow furrowed. "I'll remember that." Then she turned away from him and began packing her newly purchased items into the bag. "Well, Rhys, are you up for a jaunt into the castle?"

He shook his head, "No, Shiloh, this is all you. I'll stay here with Shanna, keep her company. Perhaps teach her to play dice."

Shiloh nodded and gave them both a big hug and kiss, then she was on her way.

O.O

Crossing the sewers took a little more than an hour before she reached the tunnel that would lead her up into the bowels of what was once her home. She knew exactly how to get to the vaults and knew the danger she faced. She knew she could've returned to her apartment to pick up the suit of Dhorn armor she'd stolen from the soldier she had killed, but that would've taken even more time. She wanted to get this over with and back to her business of getting out of Betancuria for a while. She greatly needed a break and a change of scenery. And she needed to convince herself that she didn't need Vico. She knew that was her greatest obstacle. 

Keeping to the shadows, which weren't all that hard in the dark cellar corridors of the castle, she moved as quickly as she could manage without making much noise. She knew she'd have to go up to her father's state rooms in the north tower then find the secret door which would lead to a spiral staircase that she could make her way down to the vaults far below the dungeons. She knew there was also another concealed door that would take her from the spiral stairs into the very vault in question; allowing her to bypass the guards she figured had to be guarding it. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 28



It was almost all too easy.

But first she had to make it to the state room unnoticed. It all depended on that. She figured if it was being used that there would be guards and they would not be wet-behind-the-ears novices. They'd be some of the most elite the Dhorn had. After all, the King's Guards that used to occupy such a position for her father were the best of the best. She bowed her head momentarily and whispered a few soft words, honoring the brave souls that had fought so valiantly even when no hope of repelling the Dhorn remained. One day, she vowed, I shall avenge thee. 

Leaving the cellar level behind, she sprinted up one of the many back staircases the castle servants used to make their way from floor to floor and headed towards the north tower. She hugged the stone wall, staying in the shadows as she passed by a few patrolling guards decked out in their red and black plate mail. So far, so good. None of them had seemed to notice her. She breathed a sigh of relief. The torchlight here seemed dimmed and muted. And it worked to her advantage. It allowed her to hide in plain sight. She smiled as she crept past two soldiers who'd stopped to talk in one lonely section of hallway. She paid no heed to their conversation, moving as swiftly and silently as she could. She needed to reach one final back staircase and as she rounded a corner, she came face to face with another soldier. 

Shiloh stifled a squeak of surprise and threw herself back against a wall, hissing low under her breath as one of her elbows impacted the stone wall. The soldier stopped for a moment and removed his helm, feeling along the wall and the space surrounding him. She cautiously took a few steps back, staying out of reach of his seeking hands. She watched as he frowned deeply and rubbed his eyes. He replaced his helm and went back to his patrol route. Shiloh breathed a sigh of relief and tumbled swiftly down the corridor with a resolve to be more diligent when she came to the next corner. Then she ducked through a guarded doorway and made her way to the stairway she sought. 

She cursed silently when she came to it. Damn it all!! Damn those Dhorn! The stairway had been blocked by stacks of crates and boards covering the opening. It would take time to move the crates plus she was sure there was no way to do it silently. Shiloh crouched along the wall, staying within the dark edges, and examined the dilemma before her, one she didn't have a solution for. Of all the staircases, why was this one blocked? She certainly didn't understand that.

Frustrated, she punched a crate and tumbled out of the way as the stacks swayed from the impact. She'd have to pick an alternate route. Damn and double damn!!!! Standing up, she took off in the opposite direction from the way she came and backtracked. This was bound to take precious time she couldn't afford to spend. She knew every minute she spent within the corridors hastened her chances to be caught. She had to make it to that vault and get the hell out of here! She found a lonely stairwell and headed down a floor, skirting what had once been the grand ballroom. Her cheeks burned with indignation as she peaked inside it, noting it was full of siege equipment and training dummies. Even the magnificent crystal chandeliers were no longer hanging from the ceiling. Those had been replaced by simple torch brackets on the walls and braziers lighting the corners. A hiss slipped forth as she fondly recalled the good times she'd had within this room. Royal festivities during the Yule season had always been momentous events. The grand balls, the dinners of state, and the chance to mingle freely with other families of noble birth. She remembered the courtier who'd taught her to dance like a lady. He was almost too handsome to be a man. And she smiled as her thoughts skimmed over a few girls that had been her own age that she would occasionally see. And though those girls were from the better half, she chuckled over how easy it had been to preen before them as she showed off a new gown, a luxurious fur cloak or a pretty new bauble she'd been gifted with for simply being the Royal Princess. 

Sneaking past the ballroom, she dashed to a stairwell that lead up to the throne room. It was dark and cold. Shiloh shivered as she entered it, feeling a chill breeze waft over her exposed skin. It had to be the restless spirits of those who had been murdered here, for this part of the castle had never been known for draftiness. She closed and barred the double doors, striking a tindertwig against the stone wall and lighting a torch she pulled from her pack. A harsh gasp slipped from her lips as the light touched all but the darkest corners. Large patches of dried blood covered the tiled floor. Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill. Heart-wrenching sobs wracked her body as she dropped to her knees. So much death surrounded her, permeating her very being. This had to be the place where her parents died along with many of the King's Guards, her father's courtiers and her mother's ladies in waiting.

Shiloh forced herself to get up and move on, wiping away the tears as she walked every inch of the room. She let out a horrified squeak as she came upon a pile of decaying headless bodies in a far corner. She backed away quickly when she realized the beady red eyes that glared out at her from within the pile were rats feasting upon the remains. She chucked her torch at the pungent mound of decomposing corpses and watched as the tattered remnants of their clothing ignited. Then she scrambled away, retreating to the center of the room where her father's throne lay toppled on its side, and rounded it as she dashed to the large tapestry of her family's royal crest. Tearing back the tapestry, she slipped between it and the wall, locating the secret door. It took mere seconds to trigger the pressure plate. As the panel opened before her, she glanced over her shoulder at the burning pile, watching as the rats scurried away from the flame. Let the Dhorn deal with the fire, she scoffed as she stepped into the passageway and shut the panel behind her, making sure to bar it from the inside.

The very narrow corridor would take her to the state room. She squeezed her way through until she reached her destination. At this panel she stopped to listen, hearing muffled voices. Her heart began to pound harder. This mission was getting even more dangerous. She sucked in a deep breath and slid the panel open. She ventured to peak past the tapestry that hid the door, carefully scoping out the scene before her. 

Around a long wooden table were at least six Dhorn, one of which she recognized. It was the blond haired 'lonely' man Mando had set her up on a date with. Arto Benthur, she whispered to herself, whom she'd led to break his marital vows. She knew she had seen another one of the men around the table. It was the gray haired Captain who'd broke down her door and invaded her room. He'd given the order to kill Shira. She now noticed how heavily decorated his armor was and figured he'd risen in rank since the coup here within the castle. Shiloh vowed to remember his face. She vowed to have her vengeance against him and Benthur and every single Dhorn who occupied her city. Sooner or later, the streets would run red with their blood. Her family would be avenged. She wouldn't give up until she reclaimed the throne in her father's name.

Squinting her eyes, she focused on the map that lay upon the trestle table. It was of the city and the Great River that eventually led into Dhorn. She noticed figurines of ships and what looked to be a small village near the border. Standing perfectly still at the edge of the red woven tapis, she listened to their conversation carefully. They seemed to be discussing the upcoming shipment of from the Royal Treasury to the Emperor and how to avoid being attacked by pirates who'd pillaged and sunk the last two vessels. Something told her Drago would know the details on that and this information would be worth its weight in gold to him if he knew their plans.

"What if we send a decoy ship to lure out the pirates and once they're dealt with, send the real ship in its wake?" A man with black hair, cruel eyes, a strong jaw, and a receding hairline spoke up. "We send a frigate disguised as a merchant vessel, pretending to be slightly crippled, and have a battalion of our best soldiers waiting in the hold. When the pirates attack, thinking they have an easy target, we turn the tables on them and take their captain into custody. We make him watch us kill every man on the boat. If he doesn't talk, we bring in the Inquisitor. He'll get answers. We find out who's behind the stolen goods and where to find them."

"This could very well be what we need to take down the crime organization in this wretched city. Find out who they are, where they're located, their numbers, assets, the whole kit and caboodle." Another dark haired man spoke up. "We know they are aware that we're onto them, otherwise all our investigators wouldn't be ending up dead." 

"There is one they haven't silenced yet. One who hasn't made a move yet." Arto spoke up, "Although, I'm not so sure we can trust this fellow. The information he's given us has led to wild goose chases and empty warehouses. I may have to tighten the noose on him soon."

"Next time you plan to meet with the mole, take him into custody and show him why it's hazardous to play these games with us. He'll start talking once we start chopping off his fingers and toes." Shiloh caught sight of the man's eyes. She stifled a gasp. They were colder than Vico's had ever been. 

"But do we have a solid plan for dealing with the pirates? I need to know so I can outfit the frigate appropriately." 

Arto rubbed his chin before speaking. "It's a solid enough plan. I recommend we double the cannons on the gun ship. We have to present a solid front. I'll lend my special units for use on this endeavor."

"Very good, Commander. I was going to ask permission to include them on this. I suspect they are getting restless only dealing with recalcitrant peasants and petty thieves."

Arto chuckled, "Very much so. It'll be the first real assignment they've had since the coup on the castle. They're itching for blood. They'll be more than ready."

"And when you do propose sending out the decoy ship?"

"Give me three days and the frigate will be ready to deploy," the man with the cruel eyes spoke. "Will you be joining your men, Commander Benthur?"

"Of course, they'll need a strong lead to follow. I'll greatly enjoy ridding this world of those foul pirates." Arto grinned, "The sooner we get this wretched place under absolute control, the sooner I can go home."

Once their topic of conversation switched to other matters of military action, she slipped from one tapestry to the next until she reached the final one which concealed the secret door to the spiral stair she sought. Little did she know that one of the men standing at the far end of the table noticed the ruffling of the tapestries and when she activated the pressure plate, it let out a squeak. She shoved the panel open, causing cold air to hit the cloth and balloon outwards. Loud shouts rang out from the men who'd noticed, halting the conversation for the moment. She slipped inside the stairwell and barred the portal from the inside and engaged the clever sealing solution her father had put in place for such emergencies. Her heart pounded in her ears as she could hear the sounds of their heavy boots approaching the wall.

"What in the name of the hells was that?" A stern voice questioned as he touched the concealing cloth.

"Rat, perhaps. I thought I saw something behind those wretched tributes to the dearly lamented King," another voice added.

"Check them all. We could have an intruder." Shiloh recognized that deep voice. It belonged to Arto Benthur. The sound of fabric being ripped down echoed through the stairwell. She knew they were close. Yet she wasted no time sticking around. She nimbly dashed down the stairs, going down what she knew was at least three full floors until she reached the deceptively marked section of wall that concealed the back door into the vault in question. It took her a few long seconds to trigger the hidden latch, ever vigilant as she listened for noises coming down. 

It was still silent, though. The only sound being her breath and the pounding of her heart that seemed to echo in her ears. Once inside, she scrambled over a mound of golden coins carelessly tossed to the back and made her way to the center of the vault. Here she pulled out the portable hole Dalino had given her and began emptying crate upon crate of ceremonial weapons into it. Next came chests of the crown jewels, including the ruby and diamond encrusted tiara her mother had only worn at certain state events. She knew this piece's history to date back to the founding of Betancuria well over three hundred years before. Next she scooped the mounds of golden coins into the extra-dimensional space followed by statues, scepters and robes encrusted with even more priceless gems. 

Shiloh didn't stop until the entire vault was empty, leaving nary a single coin, jewel or priceless artifact of the Aurelius legacy. She smiled to herself as she folded the portable hole back into the tiny square of cloth and hid it within the bodice of her new armor. Careful not to touch the crystalline lining of the vault, she triggered the pressure plate that reopened the secret entrance and headed back into the stairwell. Then she securely closed it behind her and opened another hidden door in the wall directly across from the one she'd came out of. This she knew would take her back to the cellars where she could gain access to the sewers. 

Swiftly she moved, sprinting down the rough hewn tunnel that she knew had to be at least a 1000 feet long until she came to a dead end. After knocking layers and layers of spiderwebs that had accumulated, she stood before an old gate which looked rusty with age. Surely it hadn't been opened since she was a child. She fondly recalled racing through these tunnels when she was no more than seven or eight years of age, a precocious girl who liked to play hide and seek with her nanny. It took her several minutes to force the gate open. It hadn't been locked, but swollen shut from years of neglect and the dank dampness that lingered here. She knew exactly where she was and exactly where she needed to go to get back to the sewer entrance she used to get in. 

These cellars were largely unpatrolled and she moved freely through them, escaping the castle the same way Vico had smuggled her out that night so many months before. She breathed a sigh of relief and did a happy dance as she finally reached the hideout. Bursting in, she dashed over to Rhys, bounding into his arms, a shriek of utter joy that she had completed her task on her lips. She kissed him fiercely, wrapping her long legs around his waist. He embraced her lovingly, holding her to him. "I did it!" She exclaimed as he let her down, setting her gently to her feet.

"Then I'm happy for you. You risked everything, though. I hope you are aware of that, my sweet," he smiled as he fondly cupped her face in his hands and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Who would've thought a royal brat would become a master thief?"

She slugged him playfully in the stomach. "Brat, huh?"

His smile widened, "Sometimes." He winked at her.

Stepping away from Rhys, she walked over to Dalino and removed the black square from her bodice and threw it on the floor. Then she climbed down into the space it expanded into and removed the statue in question, handing it over to him. He gave her an incredulous stare, stammering unintelligently as he held it in his hands.

"You're welcome, Dalino." Shiloh beamed a bright smile at the merchant, who finally managed to overcome the shock.

"I truly didn't think you'd succeed. I figured you'd get caught," he replied. "So what else did you gather?"

She allowed him and everyone else who was in the guild house to peer down inside at her family's most valuable treasures. "It's my legacy, and I'm going to find somewhere safe to keep all this," she simply stated. "That statue is one of my father's spoils of war. For that reason I don't mind parting with it. And I give thanks to you, Dalino, for this opportunity to stick it to the Dhorn." 

As everyone drifted back to what they were doing, Shiloh glanced around the room, finally aware that Shanna was nowhere in sight. "Rhys, where's Shanna? Don't tell me she's with Vico!"

"No, she's resting on one of the bunk beds in the other room. I wouldn't have allowed her to go anywhere with him, even if it meant fighting his fool ass again."

She nodded, "Come with me. I need to inform Alfons of something and I'd like for you to hear it." She headed into Alfons's office and smiled at him fondly. He reminded her of a great big teddy bear, despite the fact he growled like a grizzly sometimes. She curtsied respectfully and then gave him a big hug. The look of surprise on his face spoke volumes.

"Yes, Shiloh? That was rather unexpected," he quipped, cocking a curious eyebrow at her.

"I know, but you should learn to expect the unexpected from me," she quipped before pulling the portable hole back out and throwing it to the floor, allowing it to open fully.

"What's the meaning of this, Shiloh?" 

"I snuck into the castle and looted my father's most wondrous treasure vault and I have information I know you will find quite valuable." Her grin said it all, how proud she was to have accomplished such a coup.

"You do realize just what a foolishly perilous undertaking that was. You could have been caught. You risked everything for... treasure?" His face was a tumultuous mix of anger and disbelief. Anger because she risked going into the castle and disbelief that she managed to pull it off. "Why would you do such a thing?"

"I was asked to retrieve a precious statue from the vault by Dalino and since I was in there and since it's part of my family's legacy I took the rest of it. The Dhorn have been stripping the royal vaults of its treasure and shipping it off to the Emperor. That bastard doesn't deserve my family's belongings. Plus there are places the Dhorn are not aware that exist in the castle. I grew up exploring the nooks and crannies of its stately walls. There is a whole network on secret tunnels. I used those to get into the vault. However I had to go through the throne room and the state room and was almost caught by a group of Dhorn officers, including one by the name of Arto Benthur. The very same Arto Benthur who Mando had me meet and find out information about. I over heard them discussing their plans to send the remaining treasure to Dhorn. Their last two ships have been attacked and looted by river pirates. Now I'm hoping that Drago had something to do with that and the Family is in possession of that loot. I figure the vault they have recently opened is the one that's going to be shipped soon. They may change their plans due to the fact that they nearly caught me, but they had planned to make a frigate heavily loaded with cannons and Benthur's Elite Units look like a merchant vessel as a decoy so the pirates attack it and not the actual ship carrying the goods. Now they'd planned for it to go down in three days. Plus they are still hunting our happy little family organization here. They hope their little set-up will net them individuals who'll tell them all about who we are and where to find us."

Alfons's brow furrowed, an angry gleam flickered in his eyes. "I'll make sure Nathan is aware of this. Excellent work, Shiloh. No wonder Nathan is constantly bragging about you."

"No one hates the Dhorn more than I do. I am always happy to help out." She beamed a wide smile, "Though, I recall overhearing my father and his chief advisors speak of a hidden vault which housed even more precious royal heirlooms than these from the days of the founding of this city. I think I might know where its located and how to get to it, but it'll be an extremely dangerous undertaking. I'd gladly volunteer for it, but you'll have to send some heavy duty muscle in with me, just in case it turns ugly. Legend has it that the first King of Betancuria placed his greatest treasures in this subterranean vault deep below the castle proper and placed a fierce guardian to watch over it for all time. When I overheard my father speaking of it, he and his advisors were discussing whether or not to move the contents of the rest of the vaults into that one for safekeeping in case the city was ever attacked. Now this was several years ago during one of my father's many attempts to wage war and expand his power base, far before he ever got it in his fool head to take on his closest ally."




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 28



Alfons regarded her curiously, rubbing his chin and carefully paying attention to the small details she described. He noted how she spoke of her father and his hunger for more power. It almost sounded as if she had come to realization that her father's way was wrong. But he kept his thoughts to himself and continued to listen to her speak.

"I was thoroughly ignorantly happy before he started a fight he had no hope of winning. I had it all, at my fingertips. And looking back now, though, I wouldn't trade what I know now for that existence. I'm a better person now, I think. I've learned so much and I want to use that knowledge to succeed in ways my father never could. If I have to bleed the castle dry of every ounce of treasure, then I will. Because sooner or later, that won't be the only thing bled dry."

"Just don't act foolishly. You're one of us now and we're here to help you get even with them. One day, they'll be gone and if you're still with us, we'll see that you're placed upon your rightful throne, Shiloh."

"I'll still be here. I won't stop until that becomes a reality." A determined look in her eyes told Alfons she meant every word she had said. 

"I'll talk to Nathan about your plan to re-enter the castle to find this hidden vault. And I'll make sure you have plenty of muscle. Now Nathan will probably have Vico go with you. Will that be a problem?" 

"No, it shouldn't, as long as he allows Rhys to go as well."

After being silent for the whole conversation, Rhys finally spoke up. "I'll speak to Nathan and he'll see it my way that I should go. I think between myself and Vico, we'll be all the muscle that Shiloh will need."

"I couldn't agree more," Alfons added, "Anything else?"

"Nope. I'll see ya soon." Shiloh headed back out the door to the room Shanna was sleeping in and woke her up from her nap. Once the younger girl was awake and they'd finished making a few other purchases, she led Shanna and Rhys out of the sewers via the ruined house guarded by Stan. The trio leisurely strolled through South Betancuria on their way to the Thousand Steps Inn. As she reached the front entrance of the inn, a once familiar voice hailed her from the Ranger Guild across the way. 

"M'lady! Lady Shiloh," a bright smile shone her ear to ear as he strolled towards her.

"Anden!" she called out as she stopped and waited for him to come to her. She gave him an expectant look. His pack looked full and he wore dark green and black leather armor and a mottled grey-green cloak. Clutched in one hand was an intricately carved longbow.

"What a pleasant surprise. It's nice to see you again, M'lady. I've been looking for you," his dark eyes devoured every inch of her. 

"Oh, have you? I've been meaning to stop by the guild and ask your whereabouts, but I've been fairly busy with work and providing a home from my younger sister." She motioned to Shanna before pulling him aside for the moment. There were certain things Rhys didn't need to know.

"I visited the Bear Pit a couple weeks ago and inquired about you, but no one there seemed to have heard of you. I figured there had to be a logical explanation as to where you were and why you told me you lived there when in fact you don't, so I chalked it up to the fact you used me and exploited my kindness." Anden replied, as he regarded her somewhat coolly. 

"Trust me, there's a reason for it, if you will allow me time to explain. I think it's probably because they didn't know you, and were probably trying to protect me. And I don't live there like I used to, but still they're incredibly protective of me."

He nodded, "I see. I'd like to see you again, if all possible. Unfortunately now isn't a good time. I've been given new assignment by Guildmaster Rift. There is a goblin army marshaling to the south and I'm on recon duty. We plan to neutralize the threat before the Dhorn get involved."

"Oh? How long will you be gone?"

He shook his head, "A few weeks, at the most."

"Oh...I wish you good luck and keep yourself safe, please," Shiloh smiled at her sweetly. "I'm actually heading to the Summer Islands on a recovery mission of sorts. I'm not sure how long I'll be gone, but I could look you up when I return, if you'd like."

"I'd like that, M'lady. Take care of yourself and beware of poison arrows. I must go. My fellow rangers await me." He motioned to the three other rangers who were standing near the bridge that spanned the river just beyond the Inn. He took hold of her hand caressing it fondly before he walked away.

"Pray tell, my sweet, who was that?" Rhys asked, cocking an eyebrow, as she rejoined him and Shanna at the doorway of the Inn.

"That is Anden Goodmanner. He's a ranger and a good friend. I rescued him from bandits and he nursed me back to health after I'd been shot with a poison arrow. He also wants to marry me, but I really don't see that happening."

Rhys let out a terse scoff. "Uhn-huh, so tell me, sweetness, is he another young swain you've coaxed down the primrose path?"

"I don't have to answer that," she quipped before she ducked through the doorway Shanna had held open and headed into the tavern room of the inn, making here way over to Sir Christano and Lady Myra. "Sir Christano, good day to you. Do you remember me? You asked me if I'd be interested in accompanying you on your venture to the Summer Islands. I couldn't go with you back then, but now we are ready to disembark with you as soon as you are ready to go." 

She smiled a smile she didn't truly feel.

"Alas, lovely girl, we would only require you going with us." Christano declined as he set his goblet of wine aside and let his eyes rake over Shanna and Rhys. "How soon can you be ready?"

"It would only be myself and my younger sister going with you," she added, noting how his eyes devoured the sight of Shanna's nubile form. "I mean, you may leave whenever you want, but I must decline if she cannot accompany me. A word to the wise, though, my good sir. I very well may be your only hope of recovering your precious chalice. All I have to do when I leave here is speak to ONE person, and within the HOUR every rogue, thief, pickpocket, and cutthroat in this city will know exactly who you are and will not come near you, no matter how much money you're offering. Or perhaps the prior mentioned may see fit to rob you blind. So you see you only have me to count on in order to recover your chalice. Now can we come to an accord?"

Christano's eyes narrowed as he thought about what she had said. "Very well! You drive a hard bargain. We'll only be offering payment to you solely."

"If my sister requires compensation for her time, I'm sure I can take care of that. I'm all that she has left and I won't leave her here in this city alone." Shiloh replied, her eyes narrowing dangerously at him.

"And what of the brute with you?"

"He merely accompanied us here. He's a bodyguard of sorts, but if I wanted to bring him with me, I would. After all, you have a bed warmer. So why can't I?"

Rhys stifled a chuckle as Lady Myra let out of furious sound of protest. Christano's cheeks flamed with indignation. "A word to the wise to you, young lady, I strongly caution you to watch your tongue in the presence of two holy warriors."

"I'll take note of that, my good sir." 

"See that you do," Christano gritted, feeling quite perturbed as he gathered his things from the table. "Now how soon can we leave? Due to the fact we've already waited longer than we'd planned, I'd like to get under way as soon as possible."

"We're ready as soon as you are," Shiloh smiled, her eyes twinkling at Rhys.

"Good, good. Lady Myra and I must pack our belongings. How about we meet you at the docks? We have arranged for a boat that will allow us to travel to the Summer Islands in safety."

"We shall see you there then."

"Excellent!" Shiloh watched as Christano and Myra headed to their room upstairs. She took hold of Rhys's hand, leading him to the door with Shanna following behind them. They took their time, making their way to the docks, strolling along until they reached the big ship moored at the end of a long pier. They waited near it, watching for the paladin and his lady to appear. Shiloh snuggled into Rhys's larger body, feeling his body heat seep into her skin. A part of her wished that he were going. She would've like this opportunity to spend some quality time with him, but she understood the need he had to see Nicca in a safe place. Guilt plagued her for a moment. She hadn't spent much time with the girl as of late. She hadn't even been given the chance to say goodbye to her. She gazed up at Rhys with soulful eyes and he knew something was wrong.

"Talk to me, sweetness," he murmured softly.

"You're taking Nicca away and I won't have to chance to tell her goodbye. Will you give her a message for me?"

"Of course, I will, but she may still be here by the time you return. Just because I'll be making the arrangements doesn't mean that it'll be a done deal. You may yet get to see her off." Rhys replied as he embraced her tightly. He bent his head and lifted her feet off the ground a few inches, bringing her closer to him. He bestowed a desperate kiss upon her lips, filling it with everything he hadn't been able to say. "And in the case that she has to go before you return, I'll make sure she knows that she is in your thoughts and you wish her the best."

Shiloh nodded her head and wiped away a few tears, "I do. She's so sweet. I'd do anything for her."

"You're the big sister she never had, Shiloh. She needed you as much as you needed her, especially with the death of her mother and the twins. Your influence on her was considerable and I'm thankful for that. She's lost so much, but I think she's very strong and will weather this well. Her grandmother will take good care of her and see that she grows into a fine young woman. She'll make sure Nicca is happy. And it's not like you'll never see her again. We can make arrangements for you to visit her, too. I think that'll be good for the both of you."

"I'd like that. And since you brought up her mother and the twins, there's something you and I need to talk about concerning that," Shiloh punched him in the gut playfully. "You told me she was a cover, but that's not the whole truth. She was your wife in every way and those twins were fathered by you. Father Derthur told me all about it, and I saw the bed you shared with her. It was big enough to fit your half-giant height. Now if it started as a way to protect her after her husband died and blossomed into something more, that's fine, but you broke marriage vows to her when you bedded me. And then you told me that she was sweet on Ashur and you thought they'd marry soon? It's a bit confusing."

"We will talk about this soon, but surely you know that this isn't the right time or place. Yes, I did break marriage vows and she was aware of that. I told her everything. At first it angered her because she and I had a good relationship, but she forgave me once I explained the whole situation. It ripped my heart out when I found out Ashur had killed her and the twins. They were innocent. He did it to hurt me even more. Truthfully, she was quite fond of Ashur. I'd noticed the hungry looks between them and she confessed that she had bedded him as well. I was very fond of her. Did I love her? Not the way I should have. Not the way I love you. You're everything I've ever wanted."

Tears coursed down Shiloh's cheeks at his tender confession. She didn't know if she could truthfully say the same to him, but she couldn't bring herself to lie to him either. Rhys deserved better than that. He was far too good for her and she knew it, but she couldn't bring herself to give him up either. The tangled web she weaved was becoming even stickier. So she did the only thing she could do. She melted into his embrace and kissed him passionately. He responded in kind as her tongue dove in, intertwining with his as it played about teasingly. He could feel her breasts rub lightly up and down his chest as her hips rocked against his.

He pulled back with a chuckle, "You keep that up, little one, and we'll end making a spectacle of ourselves right here."

"I know, but your kisses are addictive and it makes me want so much more," she purred as she lightly stroked her hand down his chest.

"Get a room!" Shanna sneered, breaking the spell that had them enthralled. "Oh, too late. Here comes that lecherous man and his uptight lady. It's no wonder his eyes feast upon every other female but her."

Barking laughter spilled from Rhys' lips and he placed on last kiss on Shiloh's lips. "Take care of each other. I'll see you soon, my sweet. Would you mind if I have a half-giant sized bed moved into your apartment? I'd like to stay with you from here on out, if you'll have me."

"I'd like that. Here's the key. We'll need a bed for Shanna, too. But one that isn't incredibly soft," she smiled, remembering her sister's comment on her too soft feather bed.

"I can do that, sweetness. Have a safe journey, love." With a final kiss, Rhys walked away.

Be safe, dear Rhys, she thought to herself, if only I could love you the way I love Vico.

If only...



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 29



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Shiloh watched Rhys' departing form as the paladin and his lady neared them. She glanced over the water and took in the sight of a few dock workers loading another ship and a few commoners strolling dockside nearby The Swordfish. She hadn't been near that rowdy tavern since the night Arto Benthur had saved her from the drunken patrons. She fumed inwardly at the thought of that wretched Dhorn Commander and the hell he'd made of her life. She desperately hoped that her divulging their plans for the next shipment would foil their attempt to catch the pirates and would net them the loot. Better to have in the hands of pirates than in the hands of the Emperor. She didn't mind that so much, especially if it would improve the life of someone who could use the money that the goods would bring. She closed her eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath. She knew that Sir Christano was nearby. She could sense his eyes upon her. Opening them, she plastered on a smile.

Christano guided Myra over to them and motioned at the ship, "Greetings again, Shiloh. All ready to sail off?"

"Quite so," she beamed as she boarded the ship ahead of him with Shanna at her side. "But how do you know my name? I don't recall ever mentioning it to you."

"Innkeeper Kelten was nice enough to tell Lady Myra. You see, we had to do some checking into your character since you were going to be accompanying us. It was merely a precaution. He didn't know your sister's name, though."

"I'm Shanna," she spoke up. 

"It's very nice to meet you as well, lovely Shanna. If we are all ready to depart, I shall inform the captain," he nodded, leading Lady Myra with him to the captain's quarters. 

Shiloh noticed that his eyes rested upon Shanna's chest a bit longer than she felt was appropriate, but she held her tongue and headed up to the bow of the ship. Shanna seemed content to find a nice spot on the starboard side, though Shiloh noticed her gaze rested upon one of the sailors quite contently. Soon they were off, making good speed downriver. Shiloh remained on the bow. She watched the landscape move by slowly, listening to Christano give orders to the sailors, though clearly it seemed that they already knew what to do. Her thoughts began to consume her and she recalled her last foray into the wilderness. It admittedly left a profound mark upon her. A feeling of uneasiness crept into her. Somehow the city seemed so much safer. At least she knew what to expect most of the time. Watching the stillness of the passing trees and hills was nice, though. She knew she needed this break from the city and everyone within it. She needed time for tempers to cool and for suspicions to find rest.

From Christano she had learned that they'd reach their destination by noon the next day. Shiloh had never been to the Summer Islands, but knew the weather down there was much nicer than in Betancuria. The rain may even stop for a minute or two. Though at the moment, there was the brisk scent of...snow?... in the air. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, wishing that Rhys were with her. She knew she would be cuddled into his warmth and after a while of watching the scenery would allow him to lead her to their cabin and assigned beds. But she knew they wouldn't sleep, at least not for a while. The thought warmed her through and through. She fervently wished he'd been able to come with her. She wanted him desperately at her side.

But I'm with you, little one, a familiar voice whispered, is your need so great?

"Bastian," she sighed.

I can take care of you, little one. Just say the word and thy will shall be done.

"No, Bastian. I hunger for Rhys."

I can give you Rhys.

"Don't toy with my affections."

But you're such a pleasant toy to play with, little one. You owe me and I will collect, one way or another. 

"I'll bring my sister over and perhaps one other," Shiloh whispered as her gaze rested upon Myra, who stood near the captain. "I believe she is trained in the ways of the priesthood. Would you like that?"

How very delicious. It's been awhile since I've had a dedicated high priestess. Bring her to me. All you have to do is find an altar, call to me and tie her to it. I shall do the rest. She'll come over to my side and she'll love it. Just as you do and just as your sister will as well. I'm pleased with you, little one. The only thing that would please me more would be when you sacrifice that blackguard's blood to me.

"Kill Vico!" Shiloh hissed under her breath.

That would be an unpleasant side effect, yes, but you're capable of luring him in. I have faith in you, faith that you'll not let me down.

"Why?"

He's a threat to my bond with you. He could ruin everything, but I shan't allow it. You must be the one to drive your blade into his black heart. Or is it that you don't want to kill him? Do you love him more than you're willing to admit, my precious? Have your emotions made you weak? Your sister would gladly take up this task for me and see that it is done. She sees the blackguard for what he is with eyes wide open, a user, a liar and a cheat. She knows he'll keep stringing the two of you along until he tires of both of you, and then he'll throw you aside and never look back. He'll betray you. Heed me well, little one. I would not steer you wrong.

"I'll think on it. I can do nothing at the moment."

You do so, but don't keep me waiting.

Shiloh sighed heavily when no more was forthcoming from Bastian. Could she kill Vico? And furthermore, did she really want to? Being left alone with her thoughts was a dangerous thing and she knew when the time came, she'd have a decision to make that would affect the lives of so many. She shivered against the cold, wrapping her arms around herself tighter in attempt to warm herself. It was hopeless, standing out here in the pouring rain. With a sigh, she stepped away from the rail and left the bow, making her way over to Shanna who'd moved to stand near the mainmast. An auburn haired sailor with sun darkened skin stood nearby, coiling a rope. Shiloh could tell by their body language that there was a potent attraction between the two. Good for her, Shiloh thought, perhaps it'll get Vico off her mind. She touched Shanna's shoulder lightly, "I'm going below deck to get some sleep. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She winked and giggled playfully.

"Good night then, Shiloh. Sleep tight," Shanna replied as she reached out and hugged her sister. Then her voice dropped to a whisper, "He has a friend who'd love to warm you up, if you're interested."

Shiloh shook her head, "No, I'd rather wait 'til I see Rhys again."

"Your loss," Shanna quipped as she turned back to the sailor with a wicked grin on her face. "My older sister's a cold fish and doesn't fool around like that. Your friend's dick might freeze and fall off if he tried to stick it in her."

Shiloh scornfully glared at Shanna, but walked away without saying a word. Cold fish, she scoffed inwardly. She knew what Shanna was trying to do and wouldn't fall for it. She wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Locating her cabin, she entered it and tossed her pack onto the bunkbed the captain had assigned her. She quickly undressed and used some water from her waterskin to bathe. Then she brushed out her long blonde locks and crawled in between the rough woolen sheets. She made herself comfortable and drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face and a particularly pleasant memory of her blond giant filling her thoughts.

O.O

Hours later during the deepest night, loud sensual noises stirred her from a sound sleep. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, slowly coming back to her senses. Various moans and groans could be heard from either side of her cabin. She let out a soft curse and stumbled out of her bunk. She could feel the gentle rocking motion of the ship beneath her feet. She stopped for a moment and listened intently. On one side she knew was Shanna's cabin and from the sounds of it, her younger sister was enjoying her sailor's attentions quite thoroughly. She moved to the other side and recognized the voices that made those carnal noises. It was Christano and Myra and from the sounds of it, they were getting it on very hot and heavy and they were obviously enjoying themselves immensely. Shiloh certainly couldn't fault them. After all, it's what she would be doing if Rhys were here with her. Oh, Rhys, she moaned to herself as she leaned against the wall and ran her hand down the front of her body. How she longed for him.

I can give him to you, little one, Bastian's voice interrupted her thoughts. Just a tiny flare of my power and he shall be with you as you please. Don't deny yourself. You know you want him.

Shiloh groaned as she ran her fingers over her swollen peaks, plucking them gingerly. Stopping momentarily, she envisioned that Rhys was knelt before her, his lips brushing her hands away, taking their place as he took the pink point and suckled softly. She arched her back, offering more of her lusciousness to his seeking mouth. And he did not disappoint her. A moan of pleasure slipped from her lips as he caressed her softly, running his hands over her body. Shiloh slowly rocked her hips against him. He caressed her tenderly, his fingers gingerly plucking her nipples. She let out a sigh of pleasure and guided his hand to the juncture of her thighs. With her hand on his, she directed him to her swollen clit, gently rubbing. Her small moans turned into rapid pants. His finger flicked over the mass of nerves centered on her nub. Shiloh cried out as intense pleasure zipped through all her nerve ending, firing from one synapse to the next. She slammed herself down upon the fingers that invaded her wet channel, the tips grazing her inner sweet spot. Shiloh exploded upon him, tightening her wet walls around him. She gasped loudly, riding the waves of her orgasm.

That's only a small taste of the pleasure I can bring you, little one. Just say the word. You know you want it, Bastian chided her mentally.

"NO! Stop it!" She cried aloud, hitting the wall behind her. The noises coming from Christano and Myra ceased immediately save for what sounded like a hushed argument between them. Still shaking from what Bastian had done to her, she returned to her bunk and crawled into it, pulling the sheet up over her head. Maybe now she could get back to sleep!

O.O

The sun was shining ever so brightly as it made its ascent into the eastern sky. It filled Shiloh with warmth as she walked along the deck of the ship. It'd been so long since she'd glimpsed the sun. The constant rain made Betancuria so gloomy. It made her smile to be here right now. She knew they'd be docking soon. She stopped and watched the captain expertly steer the ship to the shore while the small crew of sailors prepared for the landing. Shiloh drank in the sight of the island itself. It looked very peaceful, covered with trees that gave way to a tall mountain. And the only signs of civilization she could see was here on the ship.

Shanna joined her, her skin flushed with a rosy glow. Shiloh raised an eyebrow at her, "I take it you had a good night."

"The best," she beamed brightly. "I never thought I'd find someone who could do what Vico could, but Mero did and it was even better."

"Good for you, then. I'm happy for you, sis, but you know if Vico finds out, there'll be the hells to pay. Don't worry, I won't say a thing," Shiloh promised as she hugged her sister tightly.

"After the way he's acted lately and how he's jerked me around, I'm not too worried about him. He can justify it however he wants, but it doesn't change the fact that he says one thing and does another. I won't take second place behind you or anyone. He's changed and I don't really know him anymore. I don't like what he's become. Therefore, I have news for that bastard. I'll do as I please and I'm not afraid to tell him that." Shanna sounded fairly determined to stick to what she'd said.

"Good for you, sis. I think he's going to find himself alone because I'm sticking with Rhys," she replied, proud of Shanna's resolve to move on.

Shanna scoffed, "I really don't know why a good looking man like Rhys wants to stick with you. You don't deserve him. He's far too good for you." A nasty sneer crossed the younger girl's face. 

Shiloh felt the urge to slap Shanna, but held back, fighting it. "Yes, he is, but it's where he wants to be." She sensed Shanna's animosity, but wasn't sure what had brought it on. Was it because of Vico and the whole twisted fiasco? "And I'm not going to pass that up."

"It isn't any wonder why Vico is enamored with you. You and he are so much alike."

"He made me this way," Shiloh replied, vehemently. "His treatment of me has done this to me."

Shanna shook her head, her expression one of pure disbelief. "You've always been an arrogant, spoiled brat. Shira used to tell me things. That the Royal pain in the ass... you... would get mad if things weren't exactly like you wanted them. She admitted that you stuck her with a hairbrush before when she accidentally pulled your hair while combing the tangles out of it. You threw a cup of tea on her clothes because it was cold after you lingered in the bathing pool for too long. And you thought you could pass off your hand me downs to her when you outgrew a dress. She wouldn't wear your cast-offs. Our mother saw to it that we were very well dressed. If she were here, she'd tell you what hell you put her through, so don't put the blame all on Vico. You were rotten to begin with."

Tears gathered in Shiloh's eyes. Had she really been so harsh or was Shanna blowing things out of proportion just to be purposely nasty? She honestly couldn't answer that. A ragged sigh slipped from her lips. Perhaps Shanna was right. In that moment a pang of regret pierced her heart. Regret that she couldn't change things or take it all back. And mostly regret that Vico might be right.... She swallowed the lump in her throat and turned away. It was all too much. Shiloh sought momentary solace as she dashed away from her sister, finding a place to sit out of the way of the busy sailors on the bow of the ship. She cleared her head of her disastrous thoughts and watched as the men placed the gangplank firmly on land while another tied the ship off to a fairly large tree. Once the sailors finished, she noticed Christano was the first to depart, leading his lady with him. He was in an all fire need to get under way, to accomplish the task of recovering the sacred chalice. Shiloh noticed how his gaze rested upon Myra. An image formed in her head, as if she were channeling his thoughts. It was clearly an intimate moment, perhaps even from the night before. His eyes drank in the sight of her before him, her lean slender body in all its naked glory. He liked the way her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders, her deep hazel eyes glazed with need. He focused upon her full plump soft lips, remembering how they felt as she wrapped them around his cock. Her mouth had been hot and steamy while her tongue performed teasing licks along the sides of his shaft. In that moment Myra was when she was at her most beautiful to him, on her knees before him, serving him. 

His gaze dropped lower still, sweeping over her neck and shoulders until his eyes rested upon her breasts, the perky round orange sized mounds of succulent flesh. How luscious they looked as tiny drops of perspiration dripped over the hardened little nipples and ran down over her tight toned slender waist. He was glad she kept her body in tiptop shape. A slight flare of her hips flowed delicately into her small rounded bottom and lean shapely thighs. Thighs that concealed her greatest treasure of all. 

The neatly trimmed dark brown bush perched at the apex of her plump nether lips, nestling her swollen clit inside which peeked out from its hood. He thoroughly enjoyed how she felt as she rode him, her slick walls gripping him tightly. Fucking her was always a pleasurable experience. 

But one thing that made Shiloh stop and frown deeply. His apparent appraisal of her, clearly exhibiting pride, not for her accomplishments, but as his... his possession. Nothing more than a beautiful vessel.

Shanna descended the gangplank next. She bounded down it, her youthful body lithe and sinuous. Christano's greedy eyes automatically took stock in her, his eyes raking from her bouncing breasts, only to linger upon the swell of her hips and the slenderness of her thighs. It reaffirmed her earlier conclusion that he was indeed a dangerous man. Shiloh followed, her eyes firmly affixed upon the paladin. She watched his every move like a hawk as she joined her sister. 

Christano smiled as if on cue, his eyes warmly raking over her. "Good morning, ladies. I trust you slept well. It was a pleasant night for the Lady and I. The air is so much fresher here."

"I tried to sleep, but certain people kept waking me with their nocturnal activities. You two were fairly loud last night," Shiloh scoffed scathingly, her glaring eyes resting upon him sharply.

Christano raised an eyebrow at her brashness. "Eavesdropping, eh?"

Shiloh laughed snidely. "The WHOLE boat heard you. Even the sailors were complaining. They thought a holy revival was going in your cabin with all the screaming out to the Gods."

A furious red blush colored Myra's cheeks while her eyes shot daggers at Shiloh. Christano stepped between the two females, clearing his throat. "We are not paying you to eavesdrop into our private moments. You are strictly here for picking locks and disabling traps and that is all. Understood? Have I made myself clear?"

"Crystal."

"Then I suggest you concentrate on that. Women, like children, should be seen and not heard and considering your dubious profession, I should hope you wouldn't be seen nor heard at all." Christano replied, "Now shall we focus on the task at hand? The temple we seek is a day's journey up the mountain. Before it was cleansed by my order about twenty years ago, it was dedicated to some dark deity. Though I suspect its long since been thoroughly looted. Ever since then, this god's forsaken place has been deserted. I doubt even rangers have trod upon its unhallowed grounds."

"If the temple has been looted, then do you really expect to find that chalice here? Wouldn't it have been hauled away with everything else of value?" Shanna asked as she joined them, standing at Christano's side. 

"It is here. I am certain of it. The thieves never breached the tombs area of the temple. Lady Myra and I discovered a secret door that I am faithful will lead into the depths of the temple. I expect to find the Chalice in the sarcophagus of the Temple's last high priest. Who knows, we may even find a treasure or two as well."

"Are we also on a treasure hunt? Are you seeking riches to tithe to the Church and increase your standing?" Shiloh sneered at him. This holy man sets my blood afire. I'd rather see his boiling. You should kill him and sacrifice his blood to me. After you help me convert his Lady. She is very pleasing to the eye, Bastian's voice grated in her head, his mental taunts turning her sneer into a wicked grin. 

"And I thought one in your trade would relish the thought of a treasure or two?"




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 29



"I do, very much so. I will expect my share of it as well. I, for one, don't work for free," Shiloh retorted as Christano snickered softly.

"Truth be told, I myself am not interested in treasure, with the exception of the Golden Chalice. You may feel free to take whatever we find that is of value. Though, I doubt there will be much of real worth to be found. So in order to find said treasure, we need to head up to said temple. It is an arduous journey and shall take much of the remainder of the day. I wish to reach it before nightfall. And despite the fact there isn't much to fear on this island, there is the local wildlife. If you are ready, shall we go?"

"Are you sure you aren't overtaxed from your nocturnal escapade? Your Lady looks a bit flushed. Perhaps you got her with child last night and she should remain here at the boat and take it easy?" Shanna joined in, her eyes possessively devouring the paladin. 

Shiloh picked up the taunt where Shanna left off, further goading the two holy warriors. "I think I should have found a bed warmer last night as well. I mean with all the boat rocking going on from you and your sailor and Christano and Myra, well I'm surprised that the boat didn't capsize."

Myra's face grew redder, her glare even more furious, "How uncouth of both of you to speak like dockside floozies!"

Shiloh rounded on Myra, pulling Darkstar from its sheath, and held it to the golden mailed cleric's throat. "Call me a whore and I shall drop you where you stand."

Myra backed away as she caught sight of Shiloh's demon eyes. "Hellspawn," she hissed, clutching her mace firmly.

"The last person that called me that suffered greatly at my hands," Shiloh replied as she twirled her sword through her fingers then flipped it up, nearing Myra's head. Myra paled as the knife arced down toward the side of her face. A rush of air brushed against her cheeks as it passed by. The cleric opened her mouth to scream, but nothing more than faint little whimper came out as she saw the lock of her chestnut hair hair dangling from Shiloh's dainty hand. Eyes round and gaping at the strand of curling hair still clasped between Shiloh's fingers, Myra backed up a step or two. The look on her face was priceless. She retreated behind Christano. "Don't test me, honey."

Myra nudged Christano huffily. "Aren't you going to do anything besides ogle them?"

He turned to look at her. His hard calculating eyes glittered back at her defiant ones, "Careful with your words, lest I be forced to punish you." His words were soft, for her ears only. Each pronounced word fell from his stern lips like chips of ice. "Ladies, let's move on. I'm not pleased with your current behavior. You, Shiloh, would do well to remember your place. You are the hired help and will not raise your weapon against my lady love again!" 

"In that case, you self-righteous bastard, I quit! At this moment I could easily pay the captain to take me back to Betancuria and you'll never get your precious chalice." Shiloh marched over to Christano and stood eye to eye with him, staring into his stormy gray eyes that were normally so light, they were nearly transparent. That lent an even deeper and blacker hue to his pupils. He seemed to have no necessity to blink, because he met her gaze without movement. "You need me a hell a lot more than I need you."

The paladin turned bright red, sputtering with anger. "Remember your place, wench."

His dominant attitude incensed Shiloh. "No, you remember yours. You have no idea who you're speaking to," she ground out menacingly. "You, Sir Paladin, are a lowly peasant beneath my boots. My father was High King Rolan Aurelius III and I am Princess Shiloh Cheval Aurelius. And just because I am in hiding from those despicable Dhorn doesn't mean that my title no longer holds any weight. One day, I shall take back what is rightfully mine."

He backed off, eyeing her speculatively while slinging his shield over his back and taking his morningstar in hand. "That is neither here nor there, though. We hired you to handle locks and traps which you accepted. And I tell you this now. Myra and I were in Betancuria long enough to learn that the Royal Family and everyone associated with them were killed in that coup by the Dhorn. Furthermore, I do not like nor will I tolerate your tone of voice or that because you think you are royalty that you have the right to speak to me in such manner. Now since you have enough money to pay the captain for his services, perhaps we no longer need to pay you for yours. Perhaps I shall tithe it to the Church instead where it can be put to much better use."

"Oh no you don't. You will pay me. And I don't think I'm royalty. I am ROYALTY! Pay me or else I'll extract it from your holier-than-thou hide," Shiloh moved her nose mere inches from his, her eyes firming locked with his as the repetitious refrain of kill him, bleed him, make him suffer my wrath danced about in her head.

Christano's glare increased as lines crossed his forehead. "You are wasting precious time, wench. Just like YOU kept us waiting in Betancuria. I won't wait any longer on a primadonna princess and her outrageous antics. It's a long hike to the temple and who knows what dangerous wildlife we may encounter if the sun sets before we reach our destination. So again I repeat, let's go!"

Shiloh hit him soundly, her hand connecting with an obscene sound as it made contact with his jaw. She ducked and tumbled back away from him, reaching for her sword. "I could gut you where you stand," her hiss was low and demonic. Her eyes glowed with an inner fire. She could feel Bastian's dark blessing lending strength to her resolve to do harm to the sanctimonious wretch who stood before her.

The heated anger and disapproval that lingered beneath his cool facade nearly strangled her, cutting off the air to her lungs. "Put your little knife away, young lady. It goes against a knight's sworn oath to do battle with someone weaker than he. You don't want these fine witnesses to see you defeated," he retorted, dismissing her challenge. He turned from her, taking hold of Myra's arm and leading her toward the mountain trail that would lead them to the ruined temple near the mountain's apex. 

Shiloh directed an obscene gesture at his retreating back then she motioned at Shanna who stood near Mero, whispering to him. She accepted a quick kiss from him before following her sister. Shanna smirked at the older girl, "That paladin sure is something else. He put you in your place. Though I suspect he thinks your place is on your back beneath him." 

"He didn't and you're wrong. He's grasping at air. He's a controller. He's the type who has to have everything his way or he's not happy." Shiloh retorted as her eyes sliced across the verdant forest growth to her sister and pinned her with a mirthless tight grin. "I for one will not cater to his desires and neither should you. He had his eyes all over you, despite the fact that Myra was in his presence."

Hours passed uneventfully as the quartet of companions climbed the mountain trail. It was a tiring arduous journey fraught with boulders to climb over and fallen trees to scramble beneath. The boots she had chosen to wear came in handy. Innumerable times she slipped as small pebbles and stones rolled underfoot, her palms bleeding from stinging scratches. They were all suffering from it. It was if the mountain had taken on a life of it own and decided to discourage the ones who broke its solitude. A wry thought filled her head, if only they had a ranger with them to find the safe places to step. Ranger, she sighed, Anden. His presence would have helped them all immensely, but would have complicated matters. She refused to think out it. It was fun while she had him, contemplating keeping him close as her personal toy, but she knew in all reality that would never come to pass. He was too honorable to allow that. Honor, she scoffed inwardly. Best to let it all go now.

By the time they crested the summit upon which the temple sat, they were all winded and laboring for breath due to the grueling pace Christano had pushed them to. Looming before her stood a once magnificent edifice, but time had weathered its glory. Large chiseled pillars stood beside the grand staircase leading up to huge double doors that hung on their hinges. It seemed age had not been kind to this place. Evil permeated the very air, befouling everything it touched. Shiloh watched as Myra shivered and huddled near Christano. 

"What is this place? Who was it dedicated to?" Shiloh asked, making a mental note to consult Bastian for further information. 

"It was dedicated to an evil being whose memory had long since been lost to the ages before a sect of scholars found mention of Hyath in an old tome. Hyath was long lamented as the Deceiver of Souls. This place was overrun with debauchery, graphic reliefs of priests fornicating with female followers in deviant ways. I am glad my order put a stop to such goings-on."

"They sound like a wicked bunch of perverts," Myra added with a condescending sniff. "It is good that they were stopped."

"Shall we enter the temple, Ladies? I am eager to get under way," Christano reiterated as he motioned at the door. "Shiloh, you take point. It's likely to be very dark in there so we shall follow with a light source for you to see by."

"May I carry it? Lady Myra and yourself as well both have your hands full with your weapons. I have nothing but a small pack on my back," Shanna offered, smiling slyly at Christano. 

Myra flashed a furious glare at Shanna before turning her accusing eyes upon Christano. "Must you encourage such behavior?"

"That's enough, Myra. Let us move on."

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Shiloh slinked up to the rotten double doors and peeked into the darkness. An eerie silence met her ears. She touched the door, gently pushing it open. But age had taken its toll, causing it to crumble upon hinges and crash to the smoothly weathered granite entrance. She stepped around the chunks of debris and crossed the threshold of the ruin. Stale stagnant air met her as dust motes scattered with the influx of the fresh breeze from the outside. She automatically sneezed as the stray particles tickled her nose. Pale light trickled in behind her, dimly illuminating all but the farthest recesses on the grand room before her. Large crumbling frescoes held court upon the time darkened walls. Overgrown patches of fungus thrived upon the rotten piles of what must have been the pews for Hyath's followers to worship upon while thick cobwebs clung to everything else.

"It's all clear," she called back to her companions before moving deeper into the room, nimbly avoiding the refuse scattered on the floor. She waited near what had once been the altar, curiously viewing the reliefs surrounding it. It was as Christano described, robed priests fornicating with naked females, their anatomies exaggerated grossly. Shanna joined her, viewing the edifices with great interest. She giggled girlishly as she neared one particularly graphic depiction of a partially robed half man, half demon sinking his enlarged barbed demonic phallus into a naked writhing female. 

"Help me," Shiloh softly called to Shanna as she struggled to right a once ornately carved basalt altar. It took all of her strength to set it back in its original spot. She breathed heavily, sucking in gulps of air. Shanna watched her curiously, her eyes darting from her sister to the depicted images and back to her sister.

"What are you doing?" Shanna asked as she finally knelt beside Shiloh, noticing she was quietly chanting in a low guttural language. Then Shiloh pulled forth her knife, pricking the tip of her finger, and allowed a solitary drop of blood to fall onto the basalt surface. Oddly it sizzled with energy, the air crackling around them with latent power.

"Hypu qa fu iaej xowjymywu. Hypu qa fu iaej dkaab." She spoke clearly and softly. "Give to me your sacrifice. Give to me your blood."

Shanna eyed her actions with great unease. She held her body tense, ready to run away if things went bad. "What are you doing?"

Shiloh snatched hold of Shanna's wrist, gripping it tightly. "Join me," she whispered, turning her glowing red eyes upon Shanna. "Give me your hand. This won't hurt a bit."

Shanna nodded softly as Shiloh brought her blade over, nicking the tip of the younger girl's finger. She held it over that altar and squeezed it, watching the drop of blood fall to the altar. Her mantra continued, deep and guttural. Her eyes met with Shanna's whose face had turned ashen white. "Do not be afraid, my sweet. There's someone who will wish to know. Join me, sister. Place yourself in his mighty care. Hail Bastian!" 

Upon clasping hands, dark flames consumed them and swept them away to a void of blackest pitch by the dark entity's power. Flame flickered to life at the end of black and red tapers. They stood before an obsidian altar with silken cords crisscrossing it. Bastian materialized before them. Once more, he took the form of a very large man, at least seven feet tall, with long blue-black hair loose around his broad shoulders and piercing red eyes to match his skin that looked like rubies spun into flesh. He was still too handsome to be true. Again Shiloh's heart began to race, beating faster. "Hail Bastian, the Demon Lord of Lust, Hedonism and Vengeance."

"You have done well, my little pet. I am pleased with you. She will make an excellent addition to my flock. I shall feed upon her hate and need for vengeance quite nicely. I shall take care of you, little one, but first there is one more thing I require to seal our pact." He took her hand gently rubbing her knuckles before sweeping her into his embrace.

"What do you want from me?" Shanna asked, her voice cracking as her throat suddenly went dry. Bastian's reply came not with words. He kissed her long and deep until she was breathless. Then he worked his way down her body, brushing aside her skin tight armor with a flare of power and the flick of his wrist. She soon yielded to his kisses. He lifted her, placing her upon the altar. 

"I must bind you, but I shall not harm you, my little precious. But what I shall do is bestow upon you my graces, if you would but do something for me," he murmured seductively as she found herself bound. He then climbed upon her. He reached down and cupped her breast, his rough thumb playing over her nipple. "Will you serve me, precious one?"

Shiloh sank to her knees before them, chanting the words aloud she heard in her head while gazing upon the onyx haired, ruby skinned being who would violently but deliciously initiate her sister into his harem. 

"Yes!" Shanna gasped. His touch was like fire, a pleasure so intense as to be torture.

"Serve me and I will give you my dark blessing. Serve me well, and you will ascend in power like no other."

Shanna twisted against the grip of the taloned hands, desperate to touch herself and find release if Bastian wouldn't give it to her. The claw between her legs was now rubbing her wetness, sliding slowly back and forth between the nether lips. His tail lashed out, wrapping around her throat. It pulled her slightly forward, his cock brushing against her chin, her lips.

"Worship me, Shanna, and I will give to thee the means to power." He pulled Shanna's long chestnut hair back as he pulled her closer. The head of his cock pushed past her lips and Shanna opened her mouth wide to accept its girth. She closed her eyes, trying to relax, her tongue running along the underside of his cock. Her eyes snapped open as the demon pushed deeper yet, the head of his cock pressing to the back of her throat. She tried to pull away, but his tail prevented her from moving her head, and the claws held her body still. The talon in her pussy probed deeper, and she could feel it curling inside of her body. She felt her pussy clench around the digit, trying to pull it deeper inside.

"Delicious you are, my sweet pet," Bastian purred, the base of his cock resting against Shanna's chin, the head of his cock pushing into her throat. She worked her tongue against the cock invading her mouth as he pinched and twisted her nipple.

Shanna felt the clawed talon probing her withdraw slightly, only to be replaced by two of the digits. She moaned louder, both in pleasure and in surprise that it didn't hurt more than it did. She breathed shallowly through her nose, sucking hard on the demon lord's member. Bastian, for his part, started to thrust his hips back and forward, fucking Shanna's face. She felt her throat tighten around the thick head.

Suddenly Bastian pulled back, the head of his cock leaving Shanna's mouth with an audible pop, leaving her gasping for air. Bastian's tail unwrapped itself from her neck. He let go of her long hair. The taloned fingers in her channel pulled out, leaving Shanna to gasp with want. She squirmed against her bonds as Bastian slowly mouthed and lapped her breasts, biting and sucking her nipples with a vengeance, his tongue swirling over every available inch of succulent flesh. All the while his burrowing talons invaded her deeper and faster. She felt an orgasm building within her. The demon's fingers were now well lubricated as he pistoned them up and down in her dribbling sex. She felt herself shuddering, eruption not far off. 

Then Bastian pulled away, leaving her lying helplessly before him, tied to his altar. His mouth watered as he gazed upon her. He was eager to taste something other than her creamy breasts. And, having every intention of tasting it, he slipped down her body, his mouth burning a trail to her thighs, which he immediately spread wide apart. His ruby demon eyes - pleased to have her at his mercy - gazing wantonly at the place where his fingers had been diddling happily mere moments before. Smiling down at her, Bastian then bent forward and began sniffing her glistening folds. His eyelids fluttered in rapture as his nostrils moved about her drenched slit, sucking in their fill of its arousing scent.

"Mmmm... smells good enough to eat."

Sticking out his long tongue, he lapped her slit slowly, from her soft triangle all the way back to the crack of her ass. He devoured her, his nostrils still crudely sucking in her scent while his wet tongue had its way with her downy treasure.

Shanna clung helplessly to her bonds as Bastian sought a feast between her legs. In moments, his animalistic licking was again accompanied by gorging sounds of gluttony as he slurped and sucked madly at her slit and every juicy fold around it. He devoured her drenched bush like a starving man gobbling down his first real meal in weeks. The tremblings she'd felt a few minutes ago when her breasts were being so devoured, and her pussy was being fingered savagely, were returning with a vengeance. Shanna screamed out with need to be fulfilled. It only got worse as intrusive fingers joined his burrowing tongue in those tender, glistening folds. Slender, talon tipped clawed fingers spread her petals wide, opening her up for his slithering tongue to savor. Bastian lapped her pussy ferociously, licking and sucking it dry, fucking it with his long, thick, squirming tongue, snarling his feral lust as the helpless Shanna careened madly toward orgasm. His stroking hand worked feverishly on the throbbing shaft of his insatiable cock. And when Shanna finally came, moaning loudly and thrashing wildly, Bastian exalted in her orgasm, slurping even more loudly as he lapped her geysering slit. He pulled away, rising himself above her.

"Will you worship me?" Bastian asked, the smile on his face revealing his neatly pointed teeth.

"Yes!" Shanna gasped as he covered her entirely, palming her breasts, squeezing them as he slipped between her thighs, pushed his swollen member forward, sliding all the way into her wet waiting channel in one go. She screamed as he breached her, feeling him plunge his entire, long, hard, massively thick cock completely into her. She arched her back and screamed at the pain of him tearing deeper into her than she thought possible. Then he did it again and again as she thrashed and bucked and screamed. She fought the bonds as he ripped deep into her over and over. 




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The intense pain of him penetrating her so very hard and deep had her begging him to stop. But, in spite of it, an intense pressure steadily built within her. Her pain had shifted to a whole new level. Suddenly the pressure burst and she bucked her hips and shrieked in climax, her body throbbing and writhing as the pain and pleasure wove together into an intense, long, hard orgasm. 

Her body trembled after what seemed like an eternity beneath him, but Bastian remained massively hard in her. Her eyes locked on his glowing red gaze. "Again," he demanded and felt her muscles clench around him. This time, he withdrew almost completely out of her. Only the hot, huge head of his dick was in her. Then he plunged hard, twisting, deep into her. She howled. Each measured thrust twisted into her, intensifying the pain-laced pleasure as she thrashed and screamed and climaxed. Over and over again until she couldn't scream any more. She could only whimper and climax. Hard, sharp, deep twisting thrusts brought his orgasm bursting into her. He pulsed burning hot, hard, deep into her.

She lay limp, quivering, and sated. He gazed down at her. "You shall have your vengeance, little one. You have pleased me more than I had hoped," Bastian's red eyes glowed as he stared down into her sparkling green ones. "I release you."

He swept away her bonds kissed her one last time, placing upon her body his secret mark before he sent her and Shiloh back to their reality. And though it seemed like an eternity had passed while he coupled with her, only moments had passed since Shiloh had pricked her finger. The two returned to themselves just as Christano and Myra approached.

Shiloh could hear Myra tutting in her holier-than-thou manner, her face skewed up in a sneer over the subject manner of the various reliefs. "Such perverts!" she huffed with her nose in the air.

Christano eyed the kneeling sisters intently. "You both seemed fairly entranced. Just what were you doing?" He asked, taking notice of the blade in Shiloh's hand and the evident flush on Shanna's delicate features.

"Saying a word of prayer to my patron. I know this isn't his altar, but I know he can hear me regardless," she replied as she stowed her knife in its sheath.

"With blood? Sounds rather deviant to me. No, that will never do. I will introduce you to the glory of the Sun Lord. He is a deity worthy of you. You will find beauty and light and wonder in the gloriousness of his divine grace. He will fulfill you and lift you on high. Surely, you find that more appealing over someone who demands the sacrifice of your blood." The golden haired paladin raved boastingly. 

A muscle in Shiloh's jaw ticked furiously. She sneered at him as Bastian renewed his mantra in her head. Kill him, bleed him, make him suffer my wrath repeated over and over again. "I am happy with the graces my patron gives me. You would be wise not to push your beliefs down my throat if you don't want my knife in your ribs!"

"The way he's looking at you I'd say he'd rather push something else down your throat," Shanna quipped ribaldly, her eyes sparkling with intense fulfillment.

"How dare you say such a thing? Harlot!" Myra charged, "You have no business in the company of holy warriors. Perhaps you should head back to the boat and wallow in carnal deviancy with those wretched sailors! It's where you belong!"

Inner fire flared in Shanna's eyes. Immediately Shiloh knew what that meant. Bastian must've given her a command. Certainly it couldn't be to dispose of Myra. He wanted her for himself. She made a note to ask her about it.

Don't be nosy, Bastian commented a moment afterwards. It is solely between Shanna and I. You focus on bringing the cleric to me and Shanna will do what I wish of her.

As you wish, she replied mentally before she turned her attention back to the fuming cleric. "Just because we are different than you doesn't give you the right to malign us for the lives we've lived. I was an innocent virgin living in a castle surrounded by the finest of everything before my perfect little world was shattered by abject violence. I was raped by my rescuer, a man who saved me from death at the hands of the Dhorn. I think we've all gotten off on the wrong foot with each other so let's try to work together to bring this glorious quest to fruition."

Are you sure you aren't interested in being a cleric, my sweet? Bastian teased mirthfully. You almost had me convinced.

"Shiloh is right. We all need to work together. Come; let me show you the places we were able to investigate." Christano spoke up as he drew Myra away. She watched as Myra seemed to shrink while Christano furiously hissed in her ear. That she intended to remedy. She vowed to bring Myra over to Bastian. She knew that Bastian would empower the female cleric to stand on her own two feet and not relinquish control to a man ever again.

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Shiloh and Shanna followed them across the cobweb and rubble choked room, bypassing a few small side chambers that still held the crumbling remains of wood and iron sarcophagi. Small urns rested upon raised dais, though some were tipped over leading her to believe their contents had been already looted. She followed him to an arched doorway and ducked through the mass of webs. A short twisting hallway led to stairs that descended into the darkness. She stopped and listened for a moment, her sensitive ears picking up a low hissing noise. She motioned for quiet as she crept down the hall, blending into the shadows. As she reached the stairs, she came up close and personal with the biggest spider she'd ever seen in her life. It towered over her by a full six inches, its many legs held taut as it waited to spring. A scream reflexively slipped from her lips as she focused on its row of multiple black beady eyes and the dripping mandibles below. It reared up before her, a high pitched whine coming from it as it aimed its jutting stinger at her. With a scream still on her lips, she tumbled backward, cartwheeling to safety as she grabbed both Darkstar and Heart of Winter from their sheaths. 

"I hate spiders!" Shiloh wailed as it surged toward her. She slashed at its legs while Christano swung his morningstar over her head, connecting with its bloated body in a sickening swish. Ichor spewed forth, painting the wall with its foulness. She could hear Myra chanting in a language she couldn't comprehend and twirled sideways as a searing holy blast of flame came crashing down upon the arachnid. It shrieked and lashed out, instinctively shooting a sticky mess of webbing to trap them in. Shiloh tumbled, evading it nimbly, but Christano was not so lucky. It hit him square in the chest, cocooning him with its viscous threads. He bellowed in disgust and began to tear at the strands of stickiness, pulling them from his gleaming mail while Myra surged to the forefront with her mace in hand. She swung with everything she had, brutally making contact with the arachnid's gaping maw as it reared up to sink its fangs into her. Its mandibles cracked, falling to the ground, as it hissed and squealed in pain. Black ichor dripped from its wounds. It reared defensively one last time, aiming its stinger at the mace wielding cleric. It never got a chance to strike. Shiloh slipped beneath it and slammed both her blades deep into it the diseased looking flesh of its thorax. She felt Heart of Winter's icy enchantment fill the spider with blood freezing cold while Darkstar filled her with its fading energy. The arachnid collapsed, withering into a deflated ball of spindly legs and frozen body.

Christano finished ripping the webs from his armor and marched over to it. He smashed it to bits before smiling at Myra. "You did well, my dear." He patted her bottom affectionately. 

"Rotten spiders! That thing was bigger than anything I've ever seen. I don't remember encountering anything like that the last time we were here," she commented as she wiped the nasty black blood of her mace. 

"The evil of this place is fueling their size!" Christano surmised enthusiastically. "Never fear. I won't allow you to come to any harm."

Shiloh rolled her eyes. "Are you done grandstanding yet? Can we continue on?"

He flashed an angered look at her, "Clearly you're not taking this seriously! Evil breeds here and we must stop it!"

"That was such a scary thing! Its fangs were enormous! And just think had it defeated you, I would have been left alone with it and all I have is this little dagger." Shanna's face looked pale as she held up her small knife. "I really must learn to fight. Will you teach me, Sir Christano?"

"I would be pleased to be part of your training. Perhaps with my help, you will see the light and the error of your sister's way since she has obviously been coaxed to the dark side. I make it my sworn duty!" Christano charged enthusiastically.

"Oh, thank you!"

Once again Shiloh rolled her eyes and repeated, "Can we continue on, oh wise and powerful holy man?" 

His eyes narrowed, "Lead the way."

Shiloh crept down the curving staircase into the darkness, fading into its depths as if she were a natural part of it. The room it opened up was circular with an odd pale red light shimmering in from its web choked depths. A huge focal edifice of cavorting naked women and robed priests found purchase on a wall suspended over a deep pit. Shiloh immediately tumbled over to it, spanning the distance in no time at all. She lit a torch and peered down into the inky depths. The light barely penetrated it. She picked up a loose stone and dropped it down. She found it disturbing that she never heard it hit the bottom. 

"We tried that. I'd say it goes quite a ways," Christano spoke as he joined her, causing her to jump out of her skin. Shiloh whirled on him, her eyes flashing fire.

"Don't do that again unless you'd like to find out just how far that pit goes down personally," she snarled between clenched teeth.

"Sister, you should have sharper ears than that. I can't believe you didn't hear him approach in his clanking steel," Shanna sweetly smiled then her eyes grew wide. "Look out!"

From the depths of the pit rose another monstrously large spider with eight red glowing eyes, massive mandibles that dripped green slime and a body that was covered it sharp pointy spines. Shanna shrieked again and headed for the stairs. "Kill it!" 

Shiloh tumbled away from it, avoiding several of its sword shaped legs that lashed out at her immediately. Christano bellowed, drawing a divine burst of light into his morningstar. He lashed out at the spider, connecting with its body. The thing hissed as the spines Christano hit ejected themselves and flew in a barrage at the brave paladin. He cried out as a couple impacted his armor, finding cracks to squeeze through in their quest for flesh. Myra leapt forth, chanting loudly as she brought forth a shimmering beam of holy light. It engulfed the arachnid, causing it to shriek in pain. She summoned forth a second beam, bringing it down on the shuffling beast. Though she figured this was beyond her ability to be any help, Shiloh sprang from shadow to shadow, looking for the right moment to drive her blades home. She tumbled on the floor, landing beneath the writhing creature and stabbed the chitinous underbelly near where she figured the stinger might spring from if the oversized insect got a chance to use it. 

A keening shriek whistled from between its mandibles. It reared up, using it razor sharp legs to bat the paladin and his lady away, while it slashed its fangs and shot spines down in Shiloh's direction. She cried out in pain as the spikes pierced her armor, slicing through the mithral links. But she refused to give up. She feinted away, seeking the shadows, before slashing at it once more. 

The three combatants continued the exhaustive fight with the arachnid. Christano gripped his shield before him, blocking spikes and slashing legs alike as he swung his holy weapon. His aim was true, bringing it down onto the thing's spiny flesh. Shiloh could hear the sickening crunch every time he hit. Shanna's frightened shrieks joined Myra's heroic chants as she brought forth all the divine might she could muster to help the man she loved find victory. 

Tense moments passed before the dying arachnid lost grip of its perch and fell back into the abyss of the pit. Christano staggered away, pulling off the breastplate of his mail and the skirt beneath it to expose his bare chest. "Heal me with the grace of the Sun Lord, my dear."

Holy light erupted from her hands as she called to the heavens, bringing down her faith to engulf Christano. The spines seemed to wither and fall off, no longer burrowing into his skin. He gingerly touched his chest were they had been, wincing in pain as his fingers grazed the sensitive flesh. Leaning forward, he planted a soft kiss on Myra's lips. "That'll do nicely, dear."

He stretched before re-armoring himself. "Is anyone else injured? Shiloh? Did you get hit?"

Shiloh crouched near the wall, practically doubled over as she clutched her stomach. She gurgled pitifully before blood erupted from her mouth, splattering against the floor beneath her.

"Myra! Heal her now! Without her all is lost!" Christano demanded forcefully. 

Racing to her side, the cleric touched Shiloh's fevered skin. "She's trying to fight it off," she murmured before calling to fruition her most powerful spell of divine healing. Shiloh's body shook as the magic engulfed her. Ragged spines pushed themselves out of her flesh, as if fleeing the divinity that subsumed her entirely. Shiloh screamed in pain, collapsing to the floor. 

"Get her out of her armor. We'll have to do more healing on her," Christano bellowed as he knelt down to lend a hand to his lady. Quickly they stripped her of the blackened mithral she wore as well as her black linen tunic and trousers. Myra chanted another spell, holding it in her hand before pressing it to the exit wounds the spiky parasites had made. A moan slipped from Shiloh's lips. Two more similar castings brought her back to consciousness. She shivered and reached out to Myra.

"Thank you," she whispered into the cleric's ear as she hugged her tightly. "I owe you my life."

Myra struggled out of Shiloh's embrace, a deep blush covering her cheeks. "You're welcome. Without your help all would be lost. You owe me nothing."

"Would you help me dress while Christano keeps watch? I'm feeling a bit weak. Please, Myra," Shiloh flashed big pleading eyes at her. The color in her cheeks flamed once more, but she helped her nonetheless. As soon as Shiloh could stand on her feet, Myra handed the black tunic and curve hugging trousers to the younger woman, assisting her as she pulled them on. Though Myra did her best not to brush her fingers against Shiloh's supple flesh. Shiloh smiled sweetly at Myra, softly brushing her hand as she reached her the suit of armor Myra clutched in her hand. 

A hissing breath escaped the cleric's lips as she nearly dropped it to the floor. "Don't," Myra whispered, handing her the suit. Shiloh wriggled into its body conforming pieces, doing her best to make sure Myra's hand brushed over her curves as she assisted her. As soon as the task was finished, Myra huffed away, joining Christano as he tore down the cobwebs that choked the back half of what once was a ceremonial chamber. 

"There are large cocoons back here. We can't allow any spiders to spawn from them. I think torching them should suffice." He pulled the means to light them, watching with an gleeful expression on his face as the flames tore through the silken sacs. 

"Hey, I've found a key," Shanna spoke up as she crowded between Myra and Christano, pushing the cleric out of the way as she handed the large brass object to the paladin. Myra glowered at the rude girl, but bit her tongue in deference.

"Good work," he beamed. "Let's head back upstairs! I'll show you where we found the hidden door."

To be continued....

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Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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A Light in the Dark (Dissension)

The blond haired, grey eyed holy man led the trio of ladies back up to main room, guiding them to a doorway off to the left. He ushered them through it, down a short corridor that ended in two adjacent doors. "We were able to disable a few simple traps in this hallway until we stumbled onto a few that beyond our abilities to defeat. Same goes for the locks on either of those doors. I think perhaps that brass key Shanna found is what we need for that door," he motioned to the one to the left. "However this one is still a mystery to us. There is no locking mechanism on it."

"Just that vulgar relief," Myra interjected, sniffing condescendingly.

"Well, I'm really good with locks and traps. I have a talent for it." Shiloh beamed as she turned to view the carving on the door. 

"I don't doubt that one bit. You seem to have a talent for many dubious things," Myra retorted. 

Shiloh smiled sweetly while running her hands up and down the front of the door's edifice, drinking in the sight of its depiction of a man covered by half a robe. His torso was bare with indentations that gave Shiloh the impression that another body would fit within them. Immediately she pressed herself against it, hoping that was what it took to open the door.

It was not.

"I tried that already, Shiloh," Myra sighed, "It didn't work."

Shiloh tapped her foot, examining the possibilities of how to solve the problem. "I think I know what might get this door open. All the reliefs have robed or half robed priests and naked females. So I'm thinking to get it open, a naked female will have to press herself against it. I have no problem doing so, but I'm sorry, Christano. You're going to have to exit the corridor. This is a female party."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "I know what a naked woman looks like so I'm positive you don't have anything different. You're a trifle on the skinny side, if I do say so."

She shot him a glare, "Turn around then because I will not allow you to... ogle me!" She recalled the words Myra had used down by the ship.

The stern look that crossed his face spoke volumes. "I don't take orders from the help! You will do what you must without further delay. You will strip off your armor and get us through that door."

Once more she extended her hand in order to slap him. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he grabbed hold of her wrist before it connected. Spinning her around, he jerked her arm behind and shoved it back between her shoulder blades. She let out a hiss of pain as he pressed her against the door. "Don't do anything stupid!"

"Unhand me now!" Shiloh struggled as she reached for her blade. 

"It is your job to get us through locked doors. So do it!" He ground out as he ran his hands down her body to her waist before he backed away. She glared back out him as she took a step back from the door. 

"Do you really think this is the time to act like a prissy virgin? Get out of the way, Shiloh! I'll do it!" Shanna began pulling on the buckles and straps that kept her tight catsuit together.

"Oh no, you're not!" Shiloh replied, as she began to do the same, glaring angrily. "You're not going to flaunt your ass in front of him."

Shanna gave a disgruntled taunt, "Bitch!"

"Takes one to know one!" She wiggled out of her blackened mithral armor, dropping the pieces to the floor at her feet. Shiloh sucked in a deep breath and pressed her nude form into the cold steel door. A shiver raced through her. Almost immediately, the inner workings of the door could be heard as tumblers clicked, causing it to swing open. She stepped back and bent down to grab her armor. She felt a hand softly caress her back as she righted herself. It caused more shivers to race down her back. "I said not to touch me again!"

A particularly pleased smile graced the paladin's handsome face. "Good work, Shiloh. I knew hiring you was a good move." His thumb caressed her shoulder as the rest of his fingers gripped her forearm. 

"I can't believe you pressed your breasts against that door!" Myra huffed indignantly. "You are such a...-," 

A stern look from Christano cut Myra's protest short. She glowered before turning away, her cheeks hot with anger. 

Shiloh shimmied back into her armor and cracked the door open a little wider. "I can hear a shuffling noise. There's something moving in there. There's no light at all. It's utterly dark," she whispered back to the rest of the group.

"Let me see," Christano pushed her out of the way and opened the door halfway. He grabbed Myra's torch, holding it aloft. "There is broken furniture on the floor. The bed inside looks rather dilapidated and there is something big moving. Time for action!" 

He shoved the door open all the way and charged in, swinging his morningstar wildly at the what looked to be a rotting corpse whose skin was stretched tightly across its near skeletal form clutching a rusty looking scythe in its hands. Myra followed him, brandishing her holy symbol at the thing. Shiloh followed suit, tumbling into the room. She nearly gagged as she breathed in the unmistakable stench of decay from the opened grave, taking note of its milky eyes and tattered remains of rusty armor. She shook herself soundly, fighting the need to wretch violently. As soon as it passed, she tumbled in, evading the swinging weapons of her comrades. She nimbly cartwheeled onto the bed, pulling her short swords. She slashed at the decaying creature before her, knocking off chucks of decomposed flesh and metal. Christano bellowed loudly as he pulled back his now glowing weapon and connected with the thing's head, causing a sickening crunch of metal crushing bone. But the thing remained standing, lashing out at the paladin in a solid swing that hit him in the torso. Blood splattered against the wall as the paladin cried out in pain. Myra's eyes went big and channeled holy power to the symbol she strongly presented to the undead creature. "By the power of the Lord of Light, be gone!" 

Shiloh watched as divine energy consumed the thing and turned into dust before her eyes. Its weapon clattered to the floor in a harsh clang. She sprang from the bed, watching as Christano fell to his knees. Myra reacted quickly, chanting in a language Shiloh didn't understand. Golden light encompassed her before she reached down and touched Christano's wound. He groaned as the wound healed itself and the pain went away, staggering back to his feet, "This place is evil!" He sermonized, shaking his weapon at the pile of dust that remained. "Surely my order would have cleansed such creatures!"

"Maybe they couldn't get through the door," Shiloh scoffed as she noticed a silver strongbox on the floor near the wall. She headed to it and knelt before it, examining the rusty pitted surface of it. She pulled out her picks, nimbly opening the lock and disconnecting the wire that connected to a small glass vial full of green liquid. She set it aside before opening the strongbox. Inside was a key and a pouch of coins. Pocketing both, she turned back to her companions.

"I highly doubt a simple door would've stopped them. Great evil is at work here and we will extinguish it once and for all."

"Oh, I think you fought valiantly. You simply must teach me, Sir Christano!" Shanna beamed at him, her eyes flashing blatant invitation.

Shiloh scowled at Shanna and rolled her eyes at Christano. "You're so full of shit! They couldn't have gotten through that door if they tried, unless there was a female willing to disrobe. I highly doubt that, given the fact that most holy warriors are as frigid as glaciers."

Christano glared at her venomously. "You will mind your tongue. Now let's move along. I'm feeling better thanks to the grace of the Sun Lord. Shall we try the key in the other door?"

Shanna skipped merrily to the door and inserted it in the door. "It's not budging," she frowned as she turned back to them. 

Shiloh pushed her aside and tried the one she'd found in the strongbox. Though rusty from disuse, the door swung open with a creak. "Got it," she smiled as she took hold of Shanna's hand and pulled her into the small room beyond the door. A large trapdoor filled the middle of the floor. Shiloh reached for the iron ring to lift it, but met solid resistance. "It's locked. Maybe your key will work on this one. The keyhole looks to be made of brass. Isn't that key a brass one?"

"Yes, it is, Shiloh. I want to open it. You don't get to have all the fun." Shanna nudged Shiloh aside and inserted the key. Once she had it unlocked, she lifted the trapdoor by the iron ring. She coughed as stale air assailed her and moved away from it. Shanna's eyes settled upon her sister and she shot an evil grin at her. "It stinks down there, just like the smell the wafts from between your legs."

Shiloh hissed at her under her breath. "That was uncalled for!"

"Good work, Shanna," Christano praised as he touched her shoulder, "I'll go down first. Hand me the torch, Myra."

Christano made his way down a rickety ladder holding the torch in one hand, his spiked weapon in the other. "It's all clear down here. The floor's covered with an inch of dust, which means we must be the first ones down here in decades," he called back up to them.

"I hope your fat asses aren't too much for the ladder," Myra sneered at Shanna and Shiloh before she made her way down. 

Shanna flipped an obscene gesture at Myra before she followed her down. She made a show of missing a rung or two and falling the short distance to the floor, launching herself at Christano. He caught her haphazardly, his arms engulfing her completely. 

"Be careful, little one. You might get hurt," he smiled at her warmly while his eyes devoured her beauty.

Shiloh followed slowly, taking her time and making sure she was steady. She could tell what Shanna was trying to do and wondered if it was part of whatever orders Bastian had given her. "That is none of your business, my pet. Just focus on the cleric," Bastian's voice flowed through her thoughts. She frowned, annoyed over how he could constantly read her thoughts. Couldn't she have one private thought he wasn't privy to? She heard an evil laugh in her head. Obviously not.

"We should all celebrate, Ladies. The fact that there is all the dust on this floor has to mean that the Golden Chalice is still here. We will be victorious in recovering it," Christano beamed as he let go of Shanna. "Now Shiloh, if you'd take a look at the door, we can get on out way."

Shiloh nodded curtly before turning to the door. She reached for the handle and pulled. It opened with a pop and she stepped forward carefully searching each section of floor for traps. She quickly discovered two tripwires and disabled them then continued on down the short hallway to a flight of stairs. Cautiously she moved down them, her light foot steps barely disturbing the layer of thick dust. At the bottom of the long stairwell she came to another locked door. She swiftly pulled her picks and went to work on it, getting it open before her companions joined her. Behind her she could hear Christano's voice, though it was hushed significantly. "Now that you've seen her in action, what do you think of her?" His eyes devoured her thoroughly.

"I'm not really sure. Despite her dubious manners, she seems reliable enough. I don't like the other one, though. She's far too eager for your attention and you shouldn't encourage it." The dark haired cleric frowned deeply.

"Careful, dear, your tone of voice could use some improvement. We may have to work on that next time we rest. Otherwise I believe you are right. She does seem reliable and competent for what we require." His eyes came to rest on her shapely figure. "And now that I've had a much better look at her, I can honestly say I don't think I've ever seen very many other girls with tits the size of hers. They're one of her best features, that is besides her full rounded ass, plump lips and luscious looking thighs."

"CHRISTANO!" Myra cried in outrage, her eyes flashing angrily. 

He shot her a stern look, admonishing her silently. 

"It would normally please me that a man appreciates my assets, Christano, but a word to the wise. Keep your eyes to yourself or else you'll find yourself blind." Shiloh hissed menacingly. "You have a beautiful female as your boon companion. You needn't drool over the rest of us so salaciously."

"Maybe he prefers a curvier woman, but took what was available and now that he has more choices...," Shanna offered as she preened before him. She flashed a lascivious smile. 

"You're such a slut!" Myra exclaimed at the younger woman. 

"That's enough, my dear. She is clearly from a different background than you or I, one that is more free and open. You shouldn't malign her because of it." Christano replied as he tenderly touched her cheek.

"You only say that because you wish to bed her. I can see it as clear as the tension lines on your face. I won't have you shaming me like this." Myra shot back, her eyes full of fury. 

"Tis not a shame if you were more open-minded, my sweet. And furthermore, you are walking on very thin ice. I'll have to discipline you if you persist in this behavior. You'll take your punishment and you'll like it."

"Perhaps we should forget this and move on," Shiloh piped up as she opened the door to another dark corridor. She stepped through it and peered down it. "There are three doors down this way. One is glowing with a strange blue light. It's almost like a barrier of sorts."

"Do you see anything else?" Christano asked. "Anything moving?"

"No, nothing's stirring."

"Except the hard-on in Christano's pants every time he looks at your ass, Shiloh," Shanna murmured into her sister's ear. "You really need to back off."

"Off what, or perhaps whom?" Shiloh shot back to her through gritted teeth.

"Must you have every man fawning over you? It's bad enough you took Vico from me. I said back off and I mean it!" 

Shiloh threw her hands up in the air while flashing the nastiest look she could manage at both Shanna and Christano. "You are at least 20 years his junior and furthermore, I didn't take Vico. I don't have the power to control that asshole. Besides this isn't the time or the place to discuss that," she stalked away to one of the doors and went to work on the trap and lock. The lock proved very easy to pick, but the trap puzzled her somewhat. She quickly located a pressure plate in the center of the floor in front of the door, but no connecting wires or parts. Carefully she searched every inch of the area before her. She pried up the pressure plate and smiled as she noticed the vials of green liquid below it. It had to be some kind of poisonous gas. She disconnected each vial and stowed them away. Perhaps they could come in handy. "It's all clear now," she spoke softly and opened the door before her.

She stepped inside the room it opened up into. Broken furniture lay in piles, strewn haphazardly upon the floor of the room. She cautiously moved in a few more steps, checking the floor on this side of the door. "Clear," she called out a second time, allowing Christano, Myra and Shanna to enter the room. 

"What a filthy mess!" Christano exclaimed. "It looks like a battle took place here."

"It would seem so, but there are no corpses, no bones, nothing at all to suggest anything died here," Shiloh agreed, as she looked around uneasily. Something didn't feel right to her. She couldn't put a finger on it, but that feeling wouldn't leave her. She turned her concerns inward, her thoughts reaching out to Bastian. "What's going on here?" 

She heard his throaty chuckle in her head. "The Nameless One has taken hold of that unhallowed place. Be careful, my precious. There are nastier things than spiders that linger in the dark places you'll wander into. Beware the long undead."

A shiver overtook her and she glanced over at Myra, who had pulled out her holy symbol once more. "I get the feeling we won't be finding any bones or corpses. Something evil is at work here. The stench of undead lingers on the stale air and that is exactly why there aren't any remains."

"Be ready then, my love," Christano touched her shoulder gently. "We'll need your holy light to destroy them. Be on your guard everyone." 

Shiloh began removing the splintered wooden pieces of what was once tables, chairs, and beds. She stacked it all up against one of the walls before heading through an adjacent door into another hallway. An undead creature with hollow eyes and mottled black decaying flesh drawn taut over its visible bones ambled toward her with a wicked looking serrated sword clutched in its bony hand. She let out a squeak and tumbled into the shadows, using them to her advantage, while whistling at her companions. Christano wasted no time charging in to do battle with the hideous foul-smelling creature. He swung his morningstar recklessly about, smashing in the creature's head and ribs. Myra joined him, calling upon her god to destroy it. Her golden mail gleamed brightly as light surrounded her. She channeled it though the sun symbol she clutched in her hand. The undead thing burst into dust, floating to the floor harmlessly.

"Good job, my love. I do believe you deserve a reward." Christano wrapped his arms around her, embracing her while he bestowed a juicy kiss upon her pale pink lips. He patted her bottom affectionately before pulling back. "More undead creatures. I find that more than a little disturbing. Surely my order would've cleansed this place of them."

"Unless something has recently awakened them. You said we are the first people who've set foot down here in decades. Something evil is at work here, Christano dear," Myra surmised thoughtfully. "We'll have to lay them to rest once and for all!"

"And we shall! When faced with the holy light of the flame of the church, we'll be victorious!" He beamed and smiled brightly.

"Of course you will be. I have complete faith in it," Shanna interjected as she wedged herself between Christano and Myra. "You were so brave. It didn't stand a chance."

Myra scowled at her while Shiloh rolled her eyes. She picked up the serrated sword from the floor and searched the remains on an armoire in a small room off the hallway, finding within it another key. She held the rusty piece of iron in her hands as she walked to the door directly across from where she'd been. She fitted the key into the lock and pulled the door open. A pristine bedroom looked untouched by time, despite the dust that coated the floor in a thick layer. A large bed took up most of the space in the room. It was flanked on one side by a chest of drawers and by two cages on the other. Braziers took up residence in the corners while a wooden strongbox sat along the east wall.

"Quite the decoration!" Christano eyed the cage and various other kinds of torturing equipment with interest. "But I wonder why there is a stone statue in each of the cages?" 

Shiloh crossed the floor and picked the lock on the first cage. She opened the door and stepped inside it, carefully looking the statue over. It was of a petite female who wore a look of sheer terror on her face. "Myra, come here please," she called out, motioning her over. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 30



"What is it, Shiloh?" She peered in at her, her eyes flicking over Shiloh curiously. 

"Look at this and tell me what you see."

Myra scoffed, "I see someone who has a dirty mind."

"No, Myra, really look. Look past the cage and the rest of the things in this room. Look carefully at this woman and tell me what you see."

Myra eyed Shiloh ponderingly before taking in the sight before her. "She's afraid. Terribly frightened. She was trying to fight something off. Dear gods, she's encased in stone." 

Shiloh leaned closer to Myra, her voice dropping an octave or two until it became husky. "Can you help her? Release her and allow her to walk amongst the land of the living. We can't leave this poor girl like this. Obviously she doesn't wish to be here."

Myra's eyes flicked over Shiloh before carefully studying the statue before her. It was too lifelike to be just a piece of carved stone. She touched her holy symbol before she chanted a few words. Magic burst from her hands and surrounded the cage. Blue light settled upon the statue, seeming to sink into the very stone. "There's a magic effect in place, a fairly strong one. It's transmutation magic," Myra replied. "I can't do anything for her at this moment, but come morning I can beseech the Lord of Light for guidance and the power to break the enchantment she's under."

"Are both of them under the same effect?" 

"I believe so." Myra nodded her head. "I'm glad you noticed they weren't just carved edifices. Releasing them is the right thing to do. Releasing them and letting them return home to their loved ones, if they have any left. If not, Christano and I can take them to the monastery where they'll be taken care of."

Shiloh nodded and walked away. She searched the contents of the chest of drawers, pulling out a few robes that still looked to be in good condition. She sat them aside and headed for the strongbox. 

"Treasure hunting already?" Christano spoke up as he stepped in behind her, his eyes following her every move as she bent low to pick the lock. 

Shiloh glanced back at him, rolling her eyes at him. "There might be a remedy in here for those two poor souls trapped by that stone enchantment. You shouldn't be staring at me so intently." She popped the lock off and opened the lid at the same time Christano shoved her aside, causing her to fall down on her bottom. Shiloh hissed in anger and launched herself at him, pulling her short swords in the process. It took little to press them against his throat while he rifled through the contents of the box. "Make my day, paladin."

Christano flinched momentarily before reaching up and gripping her hands. He wrenched the swords from her grasp, startling her with his swiftness. She let out an enraged hiss when she found herself flat on her back with him straddling her middle. "Know your place, wench." 

She could feel the heat of his body through his armor, could see it radiating in his grey eyes. They devoured her. His hands gripped her shoulders tightly, his thumbs rubbing intently. "Get off!"

"It's time someone show you where your place is. You need a strong master to guide you. I can do that for you and you would love it," he leaned down and murmured in her ear. "Think about it, Shiloh."

He lifted himself from her and helped her to her feet. She leveled upon him a menacing glare. "Never!" She spat at him through clenched teeth before stalking away. She flopped herself down on the bed, watching him pull from the chest a suit of black barely there chainmail, a shortbow made from bone and a few vials of liquid. He handed those to Myra. 

"Nothing of real value in there. Just some girly armor and a useless bow," he scoffed. "Can you identify the contents of the vials when you have a few moments, sweetie?"

She glared at him before she gave him a curt nod. 

"Might I see that armor?" Shanna purred as she extended her hand to him. "It's very sexy. I think it'll look quite good on me. What do you think?"

His eyes raked up and down her body very suggestively. "Put it on and let's see."

Shanna smiled and left the room, going into the one Shiloh had found the key in across the hall. She wiggled out of her tight black armor and put in the pieces of the chainmail armor. The top barely covered her breasts, exposing her cleavage for all to see and the bottom half was nothing more than a chainmail thong, exposing her round cheeks. A pair of thigh high boots, and wide metal bands that fit around her wrists and forearms completed the ensemble. She reemerged from the room into the bedroom the others were soon to rest in, flaunting her assets in front of Christano. "Now what do you think?"

"You are absolutely stunning, Shanna." He purred appreciatively, despite the glare from Shiloh and the cry of disapproval from Myra.

Shiloh spoke up first. "Shanna, you shouldn't encourage him."

"I'll do as I please, sister." Her evil grin lit up her face and brought a mischievous twinkling to her eyes. "Are we going to rest in this room or continue to explore some more? There was another door."

"I think we can hold off on resting for a while and check out that other door. Perhaps we'll find a way that'll go on further down and lead to the tombs."

Christano agreed, "Let's move on. Shall we?"

"I like a man who is always ready for the next thing," Shanna quipped, her eyes twinkling with invitation.

"I'll bet you do, slut!" Myra ground out before stalking away. She glanced back over her shoulder at Christano with indignation coloring her cheeks. 

Shiloh shook her head before taking point ahead of all of them. She carefully checked the floors for anymore traps, but found none. It relieved her and allowed her to move ahead. She could hear hissed squabbling behind her as she came to the other locked door, the one not shrouded by the mystical blue barrier. Some wary voice inside her warned her to steer clear of it and she heeded it well. She had come to listen to her instincts. They hadn't steered her wrong... except for when it came to Vico. She sighed deeply and pushed the thought out of her head. Now wasn't the time or place to ponder that anomaly. 

Ignoring everyone else, she set to work on the door before her. It had a similar gas trap on it, much like the other one. She disabled it in the same way and then went to work on the lock. As locks went, it was fairly easy to pick, even an unskilled novice could have done so. Which gave her an idea. She cracked the door, reached inside and twisted the locking mechanism. Then she shut it again and called for Shanna. "Sis, I think this is an excellent opportunity to teach of few rogue lessons. This lock is a fairly simple one, should be easy to pick. I'll loan you my lock picks and teach you how."

Shanna joined her, taking the tools in hand. "What do I do?"

"You'll use this skeletal key and this size pick. Place them both in the keyhole, and listen carefully to the sound it makes. If you've succeeded, you'll hear the telltale sound of the tumblers clicking. Try it, but be patient."

Shiloh stepped back and watched as Shanna manipulated the tools in the lock. Frustration settled on her face when it didn't open as quickly as she wanted it to, but she stuck with it and let out a cry of joy when it finally opened. She hugged her sister and danced a saucy jig down the hallway. "I did it!"

"You did very well, little sister," Shiloh smiled and opened the door. She peered in, motioning for the torch to be brought forth. "This room looks like a torture chamber. There are cages, a rack, a spiked press. There is also a large bed, armoire, bookshelves and a table. The architecture is dark."

She walked further into the room before stopping in her tracks. Christano bumped into her from behind and let out a soft curse. "Warn someone before you do that again, wench." 

She paid no attention to him and continued on, skirting past a few piles of bones. Her eyes flicked over them, wondering if they too would spring to life. But they remained motionless. She let out a sigh and continued to the gate, unlocking it swiftly, then crept into a darkened hallway that reeked of death and decay. Not a good sign at all. She knew how badly Christano wanted to find the tomb of the high priest, but she felt he failed to realize this whole temple was a tomb and could very well end up being theirs. She shivered and took a few steps further into the dark. A faint shuffling ahead perked up her ears, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. 

And that's when she noticed the trip wire she could've stepped on. Shiloh retreated a step or two, following the wire to the wall. She quickly exposed a narrow slit and used a knife to cut through the wire, preventing the spring loaded missiles from firing. She continued on, disabling another gas trap before she came to an intersection. The shuffling noise continued. She squinted in the darkness, allowing her eyes to adjust to it. Once she was able to focus on it, she knew what it was and made haste back to her companions. 

"Undead," she hissed through clenched teeth and motioned wildly at the hallway. The two holy warriors quickly took up the charge, racing headlong into glorious battle with the decaying creatures.

Maces and morningstars flailed about while claws reached out to tear at the skin and armor of the defenders. A grunt of pain followed by a cry for power sounded in the dark hallway. 

Shiloh sneaked up in time to watch Christano bash his shield against one of the creatures, knocking it backwards against a wall. He pressed his attack and swung with great force, connecting the spiked ball of the weapon with the head of his opponent. Bone and other squishier substances flew in an arc, but the undead thing remained standing. It drew back a fist and slammed it into Christano's jaw, causing the paladin to stagger momentarily. She watched as he shook himself and attacked a second and third time, smashing more of the thing's head in. 

Meanwhile, Myra chanted aloud to her god, beseeching him to lend his mighty grace. She summoned forth bright channels of radiant energy and hurled them at each of the three creatures. They recoiled from the light and produced wretched hissing noises from their long dead throats. It gave Christano the opportunity he needed to utterly smash the one he fought to dusty bits before turning to one of the two remaining undead that appeared to be female. He took note of the rusted chains attached to certain areas of their bodies, forming a sort of intricate armor. 

Myra blasted the two female undead with a gout of flame that struck from above, engulfing them in divine righteous fire. After she had done substantial damage, she held aloft her symbol of holy power and cried out to the Lord of Light for his blessings. Noxious dust filled the air as the two creatures burst into near nothingness. Yet oddly enough, their armor made of small chains fell to the floor in a metallic crash.

"Such indecency!" She sneered, "These priests were utter perverts! And furthermore, I don't think I want to know what they may have been used for when they were alive."

Shiloh and Shanna joined them during Myra's rant. "I think it is quite obvious what their master's used them for. It's the same thing that Christano uses you for, honey." Shanna quipped with a nasty look on her face. 

"You are such a slut! How dare you speak to me like that? I am not a sex toy for Christano. He loves me. Only a low born trollop like you would think like that!!!" Myra's cry of outrage came just before the slap she delivered to Shanna's face.

Shanna glared at her with hate filled eyes. "I am not low born! My father was a king! And if you weren't such a prissy bitch, maybe the man who loves you so much wouldn't be eyeing everything else that moves! Then again I bet you're just as much of a cold fish as my sister is!"

Shanna recoiled as Shiloh slapped the other side of her face. "Call me a cold fish one more time and I will make good on undeniably stealing Vico from you!" Shiloh's eyes narrowed dangerously as cold fury ripped through her. "If you persist in this bad behavior of yours, the only place you'll be going is back to the boat, because I will personally escort you there myself. Have done! Do you understand me?"

Shanna gingerly rubbed both sides of her face before looking from Shiloh to Myra to Christano with imploring eyes and back to Shiloh. "Dirty cunt!" She growled. "You couldn't take Vico if you tried!"

Christano cleared his throat, "Enough!"

But Shanna's insult was too much. Shiloh grabbed hold of her by her hair and dragged her kicking and screaming back to the nearby room with the torture equipment and the bed. She tossed her down on it and joined her, pulling her flailing sister onto her lap. Once she had her settled, Shiloh began yanked down the chainmail thong until it rested at Shanna's knees. "Perhaps I'll take a page from Vico's book and give you what you have coming to you!"

SLAP!

Shiloh's hand connected forcefully with her sister's bare bottom, causing the girl to scream out on impact.

SLAP! SLAP! 

Two more hard impacts followed, eliciting more howls from Shanna, who kicked and squirmed even harder. Vile curses slipped from between her lips as Shiloh administered a few more bottom reddening hits.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"You crazy fucking bitch! Dirty man stealing cunt! Let me up now or else!"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Or else what, Shanna? You'll cry to Vico! Or Christano? If he was going to help you, he'd done it by now. You're my responsibility and I'll do as I see fit when you're being bad!"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Fat tears were coursing down Shanna's face, yet still she cursed and struggled wildly. "Or else I'll slit your throat in your sleep and bathe in your blood! I'll cut your head off and take it back to Vico as a present!"

SLAP!

One final skin-stinging, welt-raising hit later, Shiloh yanked Shanna up and slammed her body against a wall. Pulling Darkstar, she pressed it to her sister's throat. She dropped her voice to a barely audible hiss. "Make my day and I swear retribution from Bastian will be swift. Not to mention Rhys and Vico and a score of others."

Shanna swallowed loudly. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! It's just that you have everything and I have nothing! It's how it's always been!" Tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks.

Shiloh scoffed at her. "You'd say anything to save your hide!" She pushed away. "But I swear I'll lock you up in one of those cages and leave you here until we've recovered the chalice if you don't behave."

"Kinky bitch! You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Shiloh raised an eyebrow at her, but said nothing, "Let's move on."

They returned to the hallway and rejoined their two companions. Christano curiously looked both of them up and down while Myra sneered. "Are we ready to continue?" He asked, noticing Shanna's reddened cheeks.

"We're fine and yes, let's go!"

O.O

Shiloh stalked down the darkened depths of the hallway, bypassing a heavy black curtain before she came to a section of floor that didn't look quite right. "Myra, do you have a spell in your divine arsenal that will detect auras of magic? I'm sensing something isn't right here."

"An illusion?" Myra stepped forward and offered, taking measure of the area before her. She chanted a few unintelligible words before flourishing her hands about, calling into being a spell of divination. "It's definitely magic. It's as if it's an illusionary floor. It's concealing something. A trap of some sorts? I have another spell for that."

She repeated similar words and called forth another divine incantation. She swept her arm out before her in a wide arc, allowing an eerie blue glow to emit from it. The light settled upon the floor, illuminating a well placed and disguised hole. 

"Good job, sweetie." Christano crowed as he patted her bottom affectionately. "Perhaps this might be a way down to the next level since we haven't found another way and that one door with the strange blue glow isn't open for us."

"I believe you're right, Christano dear. This was obviously hidden for a reason. But before we explore this possibility, perhaps maybe we should go back to that room with the statues and rest some. I'm quite exhausted from the heavy use of magic. We could all use some rest." 

"I don't know about anyone else, but I'm tired as well," Shiloh spoke up. "I'm anxious to find out who those petrified females are and who did that to them?"

"We'll find out after I've rested and gained the proper spells." Myra replied as she headed back to direction they came ahead of everyone else. Christano quickened his pace to catch up with her, leaving Shiloh and Shanna to bring up the rear flank.

O>O

Rest didn't come quickly or easy that night for Shiloh. She tossed and turned upon the large bed in the room that she'd claimed for her own. Both Christano and Myra were curled up together in a single bedroll, their soft snores filling the room peacefully. She flopped over on her back and stared up into the darkened ceiling before sitting up and looking over at Shanna, who sat beside one of the braziers that a small fire burned away in. 

"Shanna," she whispered. "Come here, please. We need to talk."

Shanna flashed Shiloh a curious look, pondering the request for a few silent moments. Then she nodded her head and slowly climbed to her feet, joining Shiloh on the bed. 

"About what?" Shanna retorted with a scowl. Her voice was hard and unfeeling with a glare in her eyes to match it. "You've been an insufferable bitch ever since you brought me back to life. Sometimes I think you did it to hurt me even more. Sometimes I think you see me as a replacement for Shira. She's too far out of your reach now. Therefore you needed someone else to fill those shoes. You needed someone else whose life you could make a living hell."

Shiloh gaped at her questioningly. Shanna's words were as harsh as any she'd thrown at her in the past few days and they weren't far from the truth. "That's why I thought we should talk."

"Maybe I have nothing to say to you."

"Then maybe you should just listen to what I have to say. Please, Shanna. There are things I need to unburden my soul with. Things that have plagued me terribly."

Shanna nodded curtly as a lump formed in her throat. She looked away momentarily, fighting the urge to last out. "And what do you have to say that I would want to listen to?"

"Everything."

Shanna gave another curt nod. "Fine. You probably won't leave me alone about it until then." Her dark scowl deepened.

"You're all I have. You're flesh and blood and I'm tired of all this constant sniping. There's so much I want to teach you. Things I've learned since I became about of Master Nathan's family. So much I want to share." Shiloh began as she scooted closer to her sister and cupped both her hands in her own. "I am so incredibly sorry for everything I've said and done that has hurt you. I want to turn over a new leaf with you. I want the bitterness between us to end here and now."

"Shiloh, you have everything. You always had whatever you wanted at the tip of your fingers. All I want is my Vico back, the Vico that I knew so long ago, it seems. I feel so lost without him. Do you have any idea how it feels to have a hole in your heart where the one you loved beyond reason used to reside, but no longer? Do you?"

Shiloh nodded slowly. She did know. Vico was good at that. He'd torn her heart to shreds more times than she could count. "To love is to hurt."

Shanna shook her head, "It's not fair."

"It never is." Shiloh whispered. "Promise me something, though. Promise me you'll stop throwing yourself at that self-righteous paladin. Promise me that and I will do anything I can to give you back Vico. Please? I promise you that I don't want him anymore."




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 30



"Bastian says you do and that you'll say anything to have your way."

"He's wrong. Believe me."

"You lie, Shiloh. Bastian told me of his plans for Vico. I know he wants you to lure him out and destroy him utterly. I know you have nearly done it before. It surprised me when Vico himself told me about that. He said you nearly did him in, if it weren't for the one that sustains his power," Shanna leaned in toward Shiloh, who nodded an affirmation.

"It was the dark god he worships who saved his sorry ass. He beat the living hell out of me afterwards when I came back for more," Shiloh explained as she dropped a hand upon her sister's shoulder. "It wasn't pleasant, but what happened after that was worth it. I seem to forget that he is the author of all my misery. He brutally ripped away my innocence. I should hate him as much if not more than the Dhorn who ripped away my happiness and my perfect little life. It's funny, though. Our father had just days before the Dhorn came told me he had found a prospective husband for me. Someone he was sure I would be happy with. Someone in his late twenties that had ties to royalty as well. It seemed all too perfect. I'll never know who he was speaking of. That knowledge died with him."

"Why does Bastian want Vico dead? And why didn't you tell me this before you brought to his altar? I wouldn't have agreed. It makes the task he gave me difficult. Deep down, I want no other man." 

"Though Vico is mortal man, he is a powerful blackguard, one linked to a dark god as well. Vico and his patron are a threat to everything Bastian desires. It leads me to believe that Vico's patron is even stronger, evermore evil and devious than Bastian and he wishes not to tangle with that higher power." Her stab in the dark couldn't have been closer to the heart of the matter. It surprised her that Bastian was being utterly silent in the matter. He normally was ready and waiting to interject his two gold pieces worth. 

"Bastian wants me to seduce the paladin, to corrupt his purpose here. I have little doubt that I can do it. I believe I have him where I want him and am anticipating making my move as soon as he awakes for his shift. But my heart doesn't feel into it. I worry that he will know and not allow us to finish things. Once I have him hooked, I can do with him as I wish. And what I wish is to separate him from his lover."

Shanna's determination took Shiloh aback. She knew what expectations would come to play with this mission. Do away with the annoying paladin, convert the priestess, and use the chalice to hold a bloody sacrifice in Bastian's name. "While you are working on him, I'll be focusing on her. Bastian desires a high priestess and I've vowed to give him one. We should work together to make this a reality. Continue our roles, playing them to perfection. We'll work to separate the two and keep them apart. Bastian tells me there is another altar a level below this one and he wants me to lead her to it where he will take over. She'll convert. I have faith."

Shanna hugged her sister tightly. "As do I! We'll be good once this is over and I have Vico back. I'm sure Rhys will like that."

"Yes, the Gods are in their heavens and all is right with the world, at least, mostly." Shiloh nodded. "It's Christano's watch next followed by yours again. Make a move on him then. One he won't be able to refuse."

Shanna's smile turned devious before she climbed off the bed and headed to her bedroll. She planned to rest a few minutes before she put her plan into motion.

O.O

Shanna softly nudged Christano awake, coaxing him from the bedroll he shared with Myra. She smiled as she noticed he only wore a loose tunic and a pair of trim fitting trousers that rode low on his hips. She drank in the sight of him, her eyes flicking up and down his body. She devoured him and found that he reciprocated her action. 

"We're alone now," she whispered as she took hold of his hand and directed him to the other side of the brazier. "Gives me the chance to do this."

She looped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. She raised herself up on the tips of her toes and planted a soft whispering kiss on his lips, brushing them against his. His strong arms surrounded her, locking around her waist and lifting her toes from her ground. She gasped in surprise against his mouth. "Is this what you want, little one?"

"Yes, I've dreamed about it ever since I first saw you."

He slammed his mouth down on hers, possessively taking all she had to offer. Then his focus changed. His tongue traced her lips, drawing first her upper then her bottom lip into his mouth to suck. Leisurely, tasting her like she was a part and parcel of a scrumptious repast. Slipping her hands from their resting place at the back of his neck, she brought them up to cup his face, marveling at the chiseled angles of his cheeks and jaw. Light stubble grated her palm as she slid her fingers back to bury them in his silky hair, forcing him into a deeper kiss. She greedily sucked his tongue in, playing with it as she brought her other hand down to splay on his chest. Those long fingers of his slid around her waist to dig into her ass, smashing her against him even tighter.

"Dreams do come true then," he softly replied. "We'll have time together, little one. You'll see. Best we focus on the mission at hand, but there is much for you to think about. I want you to consider taking Myra's place. Though I love her dearly, she is not as open and as comfortable with her body and my requirements of her. Perhaps it is her strict upbringing in the church. I believe you'll suit my needs in that aspect better so than she. I want you to think about it and if it's something you want, I expect you to come to me and give yourself to me next time we rest. Is that too much to ask?"

She shook her head. "No. I'll think about it, though, I think you know my answer."

"Then you know what you have to do. Get some rest, little one. You'll need it."

O.O

Shanna woke Shiloh up at the end of her watch. She hugged her tightly, beaming at her accomplishment. "I've set the bait. He thinks I'm all his."

Shiloh's smile widened. "Good job. Is Bastian pleased?" 

"Very much so."

"Good. Let's wake them then."

O.O

After a short stop for breakfast, Myra directed Shiloh to the cages where the stone encased women cowered in abject fear. "Be ready for anything that happens. We don't know how long they've been like this." Myra cautioned before she took a deep breath. Her chanting began softly then got louder as the words flowed from her lips. The incantation wound its way around her then worked its way out as if rippling in concentric rings. It extended to the first petrified victim, settling upon the female's very skin. The rocky grey appearance diminished as the pale white gleamed in the fire light that flickered from within the nearby brazier. 

A scream rent the air of the room as hands lashed out in panic. The terrified woman pressed herself against the bars of the cage with wide eyes and an open gaping mouth. 

The magic extended to the second female, eliciting a similar reaction from her. The two reached for each other through the bars, their hands just barely connecting with each other. Tears flowed down their faces. Shiloh wasn't sure if they were tears of joy or tears of grief, but they moved her in a way she hadn't anticipated. 

She reached out to the female in the closest cage, lightly touching her shoulder. A squeak of fright came from her mouth, her eyes as big and round as the moon. Tears glittered like jewels upon her cheeks. She soothed her gently, her voice crooning words of comfort. 

The frightened expression slowly ebbed away, replaced by apprehension. The woman still trembled slightly, remaining twisted against the bars with her hand still clutched other woman's.

"No one is here to hurt you. Come out and be free of that cage," Myra spoke up, "We're here to help you."

After much patience and coaxing, Myra managed to draw both females out their cages. They huddled close to each other for comfort. Shiloh picked up the robes she found in the bureau and draped them over their naked flesh. She noticed the faint remnants of old scars, recognizing them as whip lashes. The ones who'd imprisoned them had abused these two. 

"We won't hurt you. We're here to free you." Myra reinforced softly as she swiftly conjured a calming incantation, allowing it to settle its aura of peace over them. She hoped it would act as a balm for their spirits. "What are your names? Are you in this place willingly?"

Shiloh's eyes flick over them as the taller, darker haired one attempted to clear her throat. She licked her lips and opened her mouth. "Me name Gisele. She be Nyema, me sister. Bad men took from home." 

"We'll see that you find your way home. We'll not hurt you like the bad men did. I am a cleric of the Sun Lord. And this is Christano, a Paladin in the service of the Sun Lord."

Gisele eyed them both warily while Nyema huddled into her sister's side. "Bad men say service to church."

"Do we look like those bad men?" Myra asked before invoking another incantation that settled upon them like a blanket of happiness. 

"No, not ye. He." Gisele murmured softly. "Eyes like stone."

Christano leaned into Myra and whispered into her ear. "We won't be able to take them to safety if they fear men. The boat is full of them."

"We'll think of something, even if it is magically putting them to sleep until we've reached the monastery. I believe that will be the best place for them. We should see to their well being for now. That means leaving them in this room until we've found the chalice. We can collect them on our way back up through."

"Your idea has merit, my love. I'll have to reward you for such brilliance." His grin turned wickedly lascivious as his hand snaked around to gently rub her bottom. He leaned in to steal a kiss, but his eyes flashed past her to Shanna. With a wink, he took what he wished before moving away from her. "We should move on now. And return to the hole. We need to find a way down to the grave area. Do what you must for them in the meantime."

Myra nodded, turning to Shiloh. "We should see what rations we have and make sure they have ample food and water. I can conjure a decent repast to feed us while we are on the hunt for the chalice."

"We'll need a rope to get down that hole." Christano spoke up.

"Shiloh has one." Shanna offered, "Let me get it for you."

Myra's expression darkened as she watched Shanna. She softly muttered something beneath her breath as she and Shiloh pulled out pouches of oilskin wrapped food rations and a few skins of water. Then Shiloh added a bottle of wine to the pile. "Take that, too. I have another."

An eyebrow cocked. "Alcohol isn't what they need," Myra cautioned.

"No, but it may help relax them."

"Are we ready, ladies?" Christano asked as he walked to the door, rope in hand, with Shanna lingering at his side. Myra's scowl deepened but she held her tongue. Leaving the room and the two girls behind, Shiloh jammed the lock with a pick and took point, leading them back to the hallway they found the hole in. Shiloh took note of a large post near one of the walls that she hadn't noticed before. It was almost too obvious why it was there. She chuckled softly under her breath. She could see Bastian's hand at work here.

"Let's tie the rope to that post and head down." Shiloh instructed. "This is obviously the way we need to go."

Christano tied the rope off and dropped it down the hole, careful not to allow it to catch on the jagged edges of the floor. "Now, who's going down first?" 

"Not me," Shanna protested as she stepped behind Christano. "It's dark down there and I'm afraid." 

"I think I should go first and scout. Myra, follow me with the torch. Shanna, follow her and Christano, bring up the rear. That way if anything is nasty down there, you can help pull us up." Shiloh issued the orders quickly. Christano frowned at her darkly but nodded nonetheless. 

Shiloh grabbed hold of the rope and eased herself down in the narrow confines of the hole in the floor. "There's not much room in here. The walls of the shaft are oddly smooth though. No hand or foots holds. Christano, you'll have to remove your armor and lower it down before you make your way down."

He nodded and held onto the rope, watching her descend into darkness. Shiloh smiled to herself and touched thoughts with Bastian. "Do your thing, my Lord."

She heard his throaty chuckle in her head and began to notice unraveling of the rope. She descended to the bottom, some twenty feet from the floor above. The dark room around her looked rather large. The decaying remnants of a wooden ladder rested at her feet. 

"All clear," she called upwards. "Myra, bring the light."

O.O

With a soft kiss and tender embrace, Myra stepped away from Christano and took hold of the rope. She eased herself down within the tight passageway, shimmying down the rope. As she reached halfway, she noticed the rope strands coming apart and quickened her descent, but it was not quick enough.

With a loud snap, it burst, plunging her downwards.

O.O

Christano yanked the rope up as he felt the weight on it lessen and heard the snap and Myra's cry of distress. He called her name, bellowing it down the hole until he heard her voice floating back up to him. 

"I'm alright, Christano dear." Shiloh mimicked Myra's voice, calmly reassuring him.

O.O

Shiloh gripped hold of Myra, "Not a word." Her blade pressed against the cleric's jugular menacingly. "You're coming with me. My Lord is interested in you."

Myra turned her head, catching sight of Shiloh's glowing eyes. She hissed as Shiloh's hand covered her mouth.

"I'd hate to have to damage you now. He wouldn't like that. Come quietly, my sweet and have no worries about your precious Christano. Shanna will take good care of him." Shiloh pulled her away from where she stood, following her senses.

O.O

"MYRA!" Christano screamed again when all went silent. "MYRA!"

Shanna stepped between him and the hole. "She'll be fine. She's with Shiloh. We should go back to that room near the glowing door. I have a feeling that Shiloh will try to find a way to open that. She told me she was going to last night."

"No, I'm going down there." He countered, pushing her aside and sitting on the edge of the hole. 

"You can't go down there and leave me up here alone. I'd go back to that room where those girls are, but Shiloh fixed the lock so no one can get in or out. I'm defenseless and helpless. Please don't leave me. You are a paladin. You are sworn to defend the weak. Stay with me." Shanna pleaded as tears began to course down her dirty cheeks. Then she cuddled against his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist.

He had the feeling he was being manipulated and the two sisters had some plan in motion and he knew in order to get to the bottom of it, he had to play along. "Very well, little one. Let's go back to that other room where there was a place to rest. We'll keep the door open and listen for them. I'll lead the way."

Shanna grinned wickedly and clutched his arm. "You won't regret this one bit. You'll see."

O.O

To be continued...



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 31



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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O.O

The Emancipation of Myra

Shiloh ignored the door to the south and the large hallway opening to the west. Bastian had reassured her that nothing but death lay in that direction. She moved along the walls searching for the concealed door he prompted her to look for. She beamed as she found it and slid it open. Stepping through, she pulled Myra with her, loosening her grip around Myra's wrist. 



"Where are you leading me and for what nefarious plot?" Myra growled out as she shook herself loose of Shiloh. 



"Christano sees you as a possession, not as a person. You are nothing but a walking piece of ass to him and I'm going to change that. You are beautiful and there is someone who will appreciate that a hell of a lot more than that skirt-chasing philanderer who thinks he's your master." Shiloh retorted as she took Myra's hand gently in hers. "Know your worth, Myra."

Myra's brow furrowed as she pondered the wisdom Shiloh had just imparted. Though

something deep inside her whispered to be cautious of these words, but to go along with it as a way to expediate their return back to Christano. Her lover would know what to do in regards to Shiloh's plotting. Her faith in the teachings of the Sun Lord was strong. "And who is this person? And how is he different from Christano?"

"You will see soon enough. We must be careful in this hallway. Step where I step and keep your guard up. Traps abound. I will do what I can to disable them." Shiloh moved from clear square to clear square, disabling the multiple gas traps that she encounted. They lined the length of the hallway all the way up to the door. She stowed the vials away, knowing they would come in handy at some point. Especially against the Dhorn.

The door before her was locked. She quickly dispatched the simple lock and opened it slightly, peering out into the torch lit hallway. She frowned, wondering how that was possible. Turning back to Myra, she dug into her pack and pulled out a black catsuit. "We need to be able to sneak past whatever may be out there and I'm afraid that metal armor of yours will only be a hindrance. Change into this and then follow me. Stick to the shadows where possible."

Myra cast a dark look at her, but dutifully did as Shiloh instructed. Once she had stowed it in her pack, she followed Shiloh into the shadows. They crept past oddly patrolling skeletons carrying wicked looking two-handed swords. Every once in a while, Shiloh halted to disable a trap, but soon they were on the move again. Until they came to a large gate that bissected a larger room. Shiloh knelt down to pick the lock on the gate and cursed as it zapped her when she inserted her pick. She searched it up and down, finding no triggers for a trap. Hmmmm, must need a key. 

She backtracked down the hall to a door she remembered seeing set in the east wall. Quickly she picked its lock and let herself in, easily tumbling past the legion of undead ambling about the room. Corpses littered the floor, making the stench a bit unbearable. Shiloh held her mouth and searched the bodies, finding a small key in a pouch on the last one she came to. She pocketed the pouch and made haste out of the room. She signaled to Myra, tossing her the key. The cleric deftly caught it, using it to open the gate before her.

"What in the name of blazes has you spooked?" Myra hissed softly.

"A room full of undead things. It stunk worse than the jakes behind soldier's barracks." Shiloh shivered, pulling Myra towards a set of double doors to the south. "I think we're getting somewhere now."

"It's about time!" Myra huffed as she followed behind her. 

"Patience, my sweet." Shiloh grinned as she looked back at her. The key that opened the gate also opened the double doors. They cracked one open just wide enough to slip through. Beyond the doors was a grand stairway that led into a room that could have once been a reception room. Broken remnants of couches, ottomans and desks along with a recessed shelf that held all manners of broken bottles, glasses and cups and saucers. "They did a bit of entertaining here. This seems so out of place in comparison to every thing else we've seen. Who were the worshippers of Hyath?" Shiloh murmured to Myra.

"Deviants! Perverts!"

"They were scholars looking to broaden their horizons. They sought to throw off the yoke of oppression and indulge in their deepest most desires." Bastian informed Shiloh mentally. "I am looking forward to rewarding you with yours."

A titillating shiver coursed down Shiloh's spine at his suggestion. She wanted that, too.

"You don't have to be so serious all the time. Don't you ever let loose once in a while? Go wild and let your hair down... figuratively." Shiloh asked, her eyes sweeping over Myra in that tight black suit. The color did nothing for her complexion, but the cut of the suit did wonders for the contours of her lithe shape. 

"I'm not sure I like the manner in which you're looking at me, Shiloh. It's a look that Christano gets in his eyes when he desires bedding me. Almost like a hungry cat look. You're a woman and that goes against everything I've ever been taught. So you simply must stop it."

"But I find that I cannot. I've not desired a man since we boarded the boat, my sweet. Hearing your cries of passion that night touched something inside me... something I can't deny. I wish to feel your passion." Shiloh turned to Myra, reaching out to her. She took hold of her upper arms, reeling her into a solid embrace. Shiloh's hands softened their grip and swept up the line of her arms to her shoulders, before dipping lower to caress her back. Shiloh's hands traced the line of Myra's spine, slowly easing down to cup the cheeks of her bottom.

Shiloh dipped her head, nuzzling her cheek against the cleric's before her lips swooped in to lightly brush against Myra's. She hovered for a brief moment, planting little tiny pecks at the corners of her mouth before nibbling upon her lower and upper lips. Then she took possession, parting Myra's lips with a kiss that shook the foundations of everything Myra believed in. It took little to coax her to join in, their lips sucking at each others, their tongues delving and dueling lusciously. 

They both pulled back, panting breathlessly. Shiloh embraced Myra, stopping to simply listen to the pounding of each others hearts. "It's only the beginning," she promised as she pulled back, her hands caressing Myra gently. "We have time to explore this, if that is what you wish."

A bright red flush colored Myra's cheeks. "I... It felt so different from Christano... But it confuses me."

Shiloh smiled at her with twinkling eyes. She motioned at an odd wall, discovering a panel hidden within it. She opened the panel, stepping into a darkened bedroom. This one was as pristine as the last they'd found, but without the presense of the cages. "We can rest here after we've explored a bit more. My Lord grows impatient."

"And who is he? Why are you so deadset on taking me to him?" Myra asked, her eyes full of concern.

"Bastian is his name, the Lord of Lust, Hedonism and Vengeance. He has his sights set on you, Myra. He wants you to be his and he'll grant your greatest desires once you are his. Think about it." Shiloh purred, stroking her hands up and down Myra's arms.

A shiver coursed through Myra. She wasn't sure how to deal with Shiloh's affections, and had thought they would've replused her, but that wasn't the case. She found it to be pleasing and gentle, so unlike Christano. She sighed heavily, closing her eyes to gather her composure. There was work to do and it was best to focus on that. Myra scanned the room and rushed to a glowing red ball of vile energy perched upon an obelisk. "Evil lingers here. We must destroy this foul creation."

"What is it?" 

"It is the source of an undead creature's life force, a phylactery. I can't allow it to remain here." She gripped her mace in both hands and swung it with all her might. It impacted with the glass sphere with a deafening crash and shattered instantly. The red glow remained. Myra began to chant, calling into existence a shimmering white light. It wrapped itself around her and extended out to encompass the foul gleam of the red glow, snuffing it out. "That should destroy the undead creature permanently."

"Shall we seek out more of them?" Shiloh offered, "It would make our exploration of this gods-forsaken place easier."

"It's my duty to annihilate all undead. It's what a good cleric of a just deity lives for." Myra beamed proudly. 

A smile graced Shiloh's face as she led Myra to the door where she quickly disabled an intricate trap and picked the lock. She poked her nose out slightly, just enough to peer out. "It's fairly dark, but there is an odd silver glow on the walls. It could be lichen or phosphorescent moss. And I see something moving."

They slipped out of the door and crept through the darkness, avoiding the cloaked undead creatures carrying wicked looking longswords. Shiloh reached the next door and deftly picked its lock and disabled another well hidden trap. Stowing the components away in her pack, she ushered Myra into the room. 

Broken furniture littered the floor with bits of weapons and armor scattered about. Something or someone had definitely went on a rampage here. Shiloh scanned the room, noting the only two things not utterly destroyed was another phylactery and a blackened strongbox. She dashed over to it while Myra went to work on the evil obelisk. It took little effort to pick the lock on the strongbox. So simple a child could've gotten into it. She lifted the lid and smiled, removing a heavy pouch of coins, a silver key, and a suit of blackened armor. She stowed all of it, turning to watch Myra smash the red globe. 

"All done here?" Shiloh asked, watching Myra take in several deep breaths. The cleric nodded and headed for the door. 

"This place is all wrong. I don't like it here. Can we try to find a way back to Christano and your two bit slut sister?" Myra huffed indignantly.

Shiloh smirked at Myra's jibe. "We'll find a way back to them soon enough. Wouldn't it be beneficial to remove the threat of those undead things first, though? What if the way back to the others is being guarded by the undead linked to those things you've smashed? One would think your holy fervor would be aching to destroy their evilness."

Myra looked back at her, twitching ever so slightly with the desire to do just that. "I have to eradicate them from existence. You're right, Shiloh. Shall we?" 

"Follow my lead then. I can hear something moving around."

O.O

Down the long hallway they crept through the darkness that was interrupted by the glow of red light at varying intervals. Debris littered the blackened tile floors. Tattered bits of leather, broken pieces of armor and weapons were strung about, intermixed with fragments of bone. At the next door Shiloh came to, she examined the lock and quickly picked and opened it, ushering Myra in. 

She heard Myra issue a tiny gasp. It drew her gaze to look into the room that was washed with a pale pink glow. The lavishly appointed room could only have been home to a woman. A pristinely made bed sat in the far corner, covered with luxurious furs and silks in a deep burgundy hue. 

A chest of drawers, an armoire and a strongbox sat along another wall opposite a large bookshelf. But what captured Shiloh's gaze was the full set of black plate mail hanging upon an armor stand that gleamed like polished obsidian in the pale light of the room. She walked over to it, extending her hand to touch the suit. A charge of energy coursed through her, causing her to flinch and pull back reflexively as she triggered a flawlessly hidden trap. Warily she stepped back, retreating to the strongbox on the floor before her. After disarming the carefully disguised gas spewing trap and picking the lock, she peeked inside, pulling out another pouch of coins. She quickly stowed it and turned to watch Myra smashing the evil obelisk. 

"If we rest somewhere on this level, I suggest that we do it in this room. It looks most comfortable by far." Shiloh spoke up as she joined her near the destroyed edifice.

Myra gave a brief nod. "We could rest here, but I'd like to find a way back to Christano."

Shiloh rolled her eyes. "I'm sure he's fine. Let's continue on for now. There are evil things to destroy."

O.O

Outside the door of the fourth and final room, they encountered the last of the undead highpriest's. Shiloh watched as it turned its red glowing eyes toward her from underneath the hooded cloak it wore. She squeaked and bounded into an area not lit by the eerie crimson hue. But Myra was not that conservative. She pulled her mace and shield, lunging at the thing and swinging with everything she had. The metal head of the weapon connected solidly with its torso, knocking it back a few feet and allowing her to launch a second successful hit upon the thing's ribs on the backswing. 

Hit after hit she made, blocking where she could and valiantly taking the hits from the creature's sword where she couldn't, Myra let out a cry for help to Shiloh and pulled her holy symbol. She backed away, watching while Shiloh tumbled in, hitting the creature in the ribs with her short sword. With fervent chanting, Myra called a cleansing light to the symbol she projected forcefully, channeling it towards the undead highpriest. The holy light seared the thing, bringing a shriek to its undead lips. She followed that up with a column of fire that engulfed it, turning it to nothing but burning ashes at her feet.

Myra breathed a ragged sigh and clutched the front of her catsuit where it'd been slashed into ribbons. Narrow trails of blood seeped into the leather. Knowing Myra needed help, she pulled a healing draught from her pack and gave it to her to drink. It helped knit some of the deeper wounds. 

"You should rest. I'll search this room and take care of the oblelisk. Do you need me to help you back to that nice room we can rest in?"

"Yes, please, Shiloh. I'll need help getting out of this suit so I don't make any of the wounds worse." 

Shiloh made a clean sweep of the room, smashing the phylactery and stuffing the useable items she found in her pack before helping Myra to the elegant bedchamber they'd found nearby. Shiloh stripped the cleric of the armor, taking time to clean and dress her wounds. Then she delved into Myra's pack and pulled out a couple healing draughts for her to drink. "These will help. You rest and I'm going to continue searching. I'll lock the door and you should be safe from harm."

"Thank you, Shiloh."

O.O

A familiar voice in her head drew her to a nearby door. One of four that she'd passed as she'd gone from room to room. Pulling the silver key she'd found in one of the rooms, she opened the door after disarming the trap she'd located on the door, one she was sure would shoot a gout of acidic vapors straight into her face. 

The room she stepped into was quite large and bathed in a purple light whose source she couldn't discern. A monolithic basalt altar sat in the middle of the room. She hurried over to it and climbed on it. Then she pulled her knife, pricking her finger just enough to allow a drop of her blood to fall onto the surface of the edifice. Energy crackled and sizzled upon the air as she called out to her patron. "Hail Bastian, exalted Lord of Lust, Hedonism and Vengeance. Come to me. I have fulfilled my duty and seek my reward!"

A wave of euphoria washed over her as he graced her with his mighty presence. His wicked smile said everything as he materialized before her, standing next to the altar."She is nearby. I can sense her energy and it is quite delicious. I am pleased with you, my pet. Will you accept the graces I bestow upon you?"

"Yes, my Lord. A fool I would be not to."

A wicked grin crossed his face and he reached out to embrace her, pulling her against his ruby skin. His strong arms encapsuled her, holding her to him tightly. He nuzzled his lips against her ear, whispering wicked words of what was to come. A shiver of delight coursed through her, igniting her passion. 

"You will always be my favorite, my pet. Never forget that." His clawed fingertips sank into her hips, eliciting a gasp of pain from her, as he lifted her into position upon the altar. Quickly he stripped her of her armor and spread her out before him. His eyes raked over her, taking in the sight of her swollen taut nipples, the rosy blush of her skin and the glistening wetness on the petals of her sex. His words empowered her, making her grow even bolder. And in that moment she knew if she wanted her reward she would have to take it. A smirk twitched on her lips. She grabbed handfuls of his thick black hair, and pulled him down so she could kiss him. It was a long, hot, hungry kiss. She'd held her desires at bay long enough, but this time would be different. She wanted this more than anything, needed it fiercely.

A moan slipped from her lips as she re-positioned herself upon the altar. She wanted no foreplay, no soft caresses or gentle kisses. She craved the forcefulness she knew only he could give her. "Come to me, my Lord Bastian, take me." She ran her hands up the length of his solid forearms to his heavily muscled biceps and drew him towards her. He covered her body completely, spreading her thighs open as he knelt between them. She gasped loudly as he entered her, slamming his meaty cock into her with one thrust. She was far too small to engulf his entire length. She groaned, arching her back and spreading her legs wider to accommodate his girth inside her. She let loose a scream as he devoured her. In and out, in and out, with every withdrawal, his cock nearly came out of her, and he would plunge it back into her with full force.

"Bastian... yes... yes..." Shiloh gasped as erotic spasms wracked her body. "Yes, my Lord, harder, harder."

Bastian kissed her with abandon, his long tongue lapping and thrusting into her mouth. She panted underneath him, meeting his kiss with the same fever. The next press of lips surged into something even more aggressive and fed the hunger when his mouth opened to her. Her lips still dueling with his, she ran her hands all over bare expanse of his flesh. She felt him shudder as her nails scraped over his skin. She soon found with every touch upon his skin sent her rocketing even higher. He squeezed her hips and drove her back and forth in a frenzied rhythm that had them both groaning and growling. Feeding off her lust, her lewd thoughts of what more they could do together. He also could see her still thinking of...Vico? He pounded her harder, making her thoughts of the wretched blackguard fly away. Shiloh parted her lips and screamed as Bastian impaled her over and over. 

He plundered her depths, fucking her through her climax and shaking her to her core until he was ready for his own release. He bellowed his gratification and relinquished all control. He closed one clawed fist in her hair, his hip jerking as he spurted hot gouts of semen into her. Streams of his seed trickled from her as their bodies separated at last. 

He met her with a wicked glint in his eyes. "You have pleased me well. Now bring me my priestess and make sure she is ready to accept my graces."




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"With pleasure, mighty Bastian."

"And because you have pleased me so well, I have a reward for you beyond the graces I have bestowed upon you. I gift you with increased strength, endurance, and vitality. And with this." He handed a glimmering silver short sword with sapphires set in the hilt and pommel to her. Its blade had a soft blue glowing aura to it. Shiloh cocked an eyebrow at him curiously. "I call it Darksbane. This blade is special because of its ability to smite non-believers. Use it wisely."

She caressed it lovingly before bestowing upon him a wild kiss of thanks. "You honor me with these gifts, Lord Bastian."

"You have earned them, my lovely knight. You know what you must do. Just don't keep me waiting." A wicked grin graced his face before he faded out of sight.

O.O

Shiloh returned to Myra and found her curled up amongst the soft furs and skin caressing silk. She removed her armor and tossed it to the tiled floor, climbing in beside the sable haired lady. Warmth radiated from Myra's skin, drawing Shiloh closer. Shiloh nuzzled against Myra, spooning herself against her. 

The new presence in the bed woke Myra from her sleep. At first she wiggled away from the hands that were slowly sliding over her flesh. It was a gentler touch than she was used to, softer in every way. She rolled over, coming face to face with the owner of the fingers that were skimming delicately over her dusky nipples that had turned into hardened peaks. Myra gasped and squirmed as desire assailed every fiber of her being.

Wasting no time, Shiloh leaned in and kissed Myra slowly, taking time to savor the delicious moment. Then she changed her tempo, her lips running aggressively and purposefully all over the Myra's pouty mouth and face, gliding slowly to her ears, then down her slender neck, and eventually settling on the cleric's smooth, silky shoulders, which she licked, kissed, and devoured. While this was going on Shiloh's hands remained busy as well, feeling their way all over Myra's nude form, continually gliding up and down her long legs, her curvy hips and sides, occasionally squeezing her ass cheeks, and eventually returning to the cleric's smaller but perfectly formed breasts, which she hungrily squeezed, caressed, and fondled.

"I want to devour you," Shiloh murmured, pushing Myra flat against the mattress, her mouth moving in to kiss and suckle on Myra's exposed nipples, both of which showed undisputable evidence of her increasing level of arousal. Shiloh greedily mouthed, nibbled, licked, and sucked on Myra's beautiful breasts. She moaned aloud at the sensations assailing her. Myra's thoughts of pushing Shiloh away scattered as she felt Shiloh part her slick nether folds, slipping her fingers within Myra's throbbing channel, working them in and out.

Shiloh scooted down the length of Myra's body and opened her warm, moist mouth over Myra's sex, drawing the cleric's sensitive, swollen bud into an intimate kiss that made Myra's world spin on its axis. Myra groaned and bucked her hips, losing all conscious thought when she felt Shiloh's tongue, pleasantly rough, delving deep into her wet core, then stroking over Myra's most sensitive part. All the while moving faster and deeper as her fingers reached up to fondle and caress Myra's breasts and hard pebbled nipples.

At that moment, Myra had an irresistible urge to wrap her legs around Shiloh, trapping the blonde rogue at the epicenter of her need. She fought the doubts that lingered at the sidelines of her conscience, the ones that whispered how wrong it was to indulge in such blasphemy. A part of her desperately wanted to see this through and the other knew she would surely burn in the hells for letting it happen.

"Shiloh, we must stop. Torment me no further. This is wrong!" Myra panted as she attempted to sit up.

But Shiloh was having none of it. She rose up and kissed Myra, softly at first, then more aggressive, mouth open and tongues battling. A low heat spread thru her, radiating out from her pussy. She pushed Myra back down flat and renewed the magic her tongue was creating on Myra's clit while she plunged two fingers deep inside the writhing cleric, sliding them in and out, pumping them frantically. It was only then when she knew she had Myra where she wanted her did she begin to work her tongue in tight circles around the swollen nub peaking out from under its hood. 

The light stroking of Shiloh's tongue ignited sparks of electricity. And in that moment the darkness surrounding Myra exploded into millions of sparkling white stars as she careened helplessly upwards to touch them. A scream of pleasure erupted from her lips. Myra rubbed herself against Shiloh, riding the waves of her climax. She rocked against her with wild abandon, her head thrashing about on the pillows, her moans echoing throughout the room. Myra cried out as splinters of heat spread through her body, racing recklessly to the core of her very being. Shiloh's fingers and tongue moved faster between Myra's legs, driving her closer. Her pussy quivered around Shiloh's thrusting fingers before clenching. Her legs shook as the heat washed over her. Head thrown back, she screamed as she came. Shiloh fingered her through her orgasm, thrusting, once, twice, then a third time as a third finger joined the other two. 

Shiloh's tenaciousness refused to relent. She would bring Myra to a higher plateau, readying her for Bastian. She softly caressed Myra's slick, heated flesh before she traced a path up one pussy lip and down the other before circling her wet entrance. Shiloh sank her fingers back into her hot, wet depths before pulling back all the way. Forward and back, pushing further inside of her with each thrust until she was in as far as she could go. She blazed a trail of fire as she kissed her way back up to Myra's breasts. 

Shiloh spread the fingers on her hand apart. Her thumb pressed hard on Myra's clit, rubbing it slowly at first before picking up the pace. Two fingers remained in the cleric's tight clenching channel while the remaining two teased the puckered entrance of her dark tunnel. Slowly, Shiloh pushed past the barrier ring of Myra's back door, sinking further into her dark passage. 

Gasping, Myra's clenched her body as a small jolt of pain coursed through her, but Shiloh was quick to soothe her. She suckled harder on her nipples while rubbing her thumb quicker on Myra's jutting nubbin. The two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy made haste to find the pleasure spot inside Myra, causing a groan of pleasure to follow the pain. 

Shiloh withdrew her finger, then replaced it with two in Myra's backside, stretching the delicate walls. There was pain again for a moment before she began to feel the pleasure. Shiloh used her thumb to circle Myra's swollen clit before sucking the hard nubbin into her mouth once more. Moaning, Myra tried to move. Shiloh held her place, pumping faster and faster, keeping the same pace of the fingers in Myra's ass as her fingers in her quivering pussy. 

Tingles spread through Myra like wildfire, and all she could do was take Shiloh's dual thrusts, unleashing cries of pleasure to fill the room. Her climax grew, building higher and higher as she thrashed about and each thrust caused her orgasm to twist and coil tighter. Rivulets of sweat slipped over her brow, down her chest. Her body rocked back and forth with each assault. Myra's breath came out in harsh pants, her grip on the bedcovers increased. Shiloh bit down on her clit and Myra exploded on a tidal wave of fire. Swept away and flying high, she skyrocketed even higher as another wave took her to the stars. 

One of Shiloh's hands slipped up, taking hold of Myra's breast, rolling and pinching her nipples causing her body to jerk as a jolt of electricity went straight to her clit. Shiloh flicked and sucked her clit, the fingers between her legs continuing to thrust. 

Shiloh fucked her hard, the pace fast. Myra's legs were shaking, toes curling. She came over and over again; climactic aftershocks caused her to shake uncontrollably. It was all too much and Myra swore she couldn't take any more pleasure. But Shiloh had other things in mind. She knew at the moment Myra's defenses would be down. The cleric would be most susceptible to being lead to Bastian.

"Will your wobbly legs hold you?" Shiloh whispered in Myra's ear as she nuzzled her lips against her.

"Why?" 

Shiloh pulled back enough to see Myra's puzzled expression. "I have found something I believe you'll be interested in. Come with me."

"I have to dress," the cleric insisted.

Shiloh shook her head. "No, you don't. Come with me. No one will see us," she gazed upon Myra with imploring eyes, begging her to agree.

Myra sighed as the last vestiges of pleasure thrummed through her veins. "Shiloh, why is this so important?"

"You'll see. Let's not keep Him waiting." Shiloh crawled off the bed pulling Myra with her. "The moment has arrived and my Lord is eager for you. He'll delight in your deliciousness, just as I have."

Myra shot her a cold look. "Is that what the seduction was all about? Your ploy to catch me unawares, but I'll have you know that I am strong in my faith. You're as much of a deviant as the followers of the foul god this temple was dedicated to."

Shiloh flashed a knowing look at Myra, tugging at her arm. "You enjoyed my affections greatly, though. Tell me this, can your Sun Lord give you what the Lord of Lust, Hedonism and Vengeance can give you? If he does, then I see no harm in your coming with me. You have everything to gain if you but free your mind and open up to the possibilities that are here."

A muscle in Myra's jaw twitched momentarily as she thought about Shiloh's words. The thief had said nothing about returning to Christano. "Fine, but I don't understand why this is so important."

Shiloh grinned wickedly and nodded before she led her to the room with the altar. The air shimmered and Bastian stepped into plain view, his ruby eyes flicking up and down the length of Myra's nude form quite appreciatively. A smiled graced his face as he extended his hand out to her. "Come, my pet. I have been awaiting your arrival with great anticipation."

Myra eyed him warily, his presence nearly overwhelming her. Her eyes scanned the length of his skin that she swore only could have been made of spun rubies, drinking in the awe-inspiring beauty of him. His torso was twice as wide as hers, and he towered over her. His unblinking eyes were dark ruby stars. His arms were unfeasibly muscular. His rough hands were large; his fingers could surely encircle her waist. His legs were like tree-trunks, each thickly knotted with muscle, but it was the formidable erection looming between his legs that caused a gasp to slip from her lips. She quivered at the sight of it. "I belong to another faith and it is strong in me." 

A wide smile crossed his handsome face. He flipped his long obsidian hued hair over his shoulder and took a step forward. "But I can make you stronger. With me, you will never be held in thrall to such a weak willed philanderer."

"Christano is not the philanderer you accuse him of," Myra charged, vehemently, turning to walk away. Shiloh placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled at her. It was at that moment when Myra looked back at Bastian and saw something new in his eyes. An image appeared before her, bringing forth from her a gasp of surprise. It was if she were looking through Christano's very eyes and deep into his soul, invading his thoughts. 

Christano's gaze lingered on the most voluptuous parts of Shiloh's body. Slipping from her large breasts to her thin waist, curvaceous hips and rounded ass that swung like a bell when she moved before falling upon her shapely thighs and the vee at the juncture of them. The paladin longed to be between them and would do anything for the chance to thrust his cock within her wet depths, making her scream out passionately. 

"Look deep inside yourself, Myra and you will know he speaks the truth. Your dear Christano has already propositioned me once on this trip. He wanted to bed me, as well as Shanna. You know it's true. It wouldn't surprise me that he already has." Shiloh purred, hoping to persuade her. 

Myra let out a huff of exasperation. "It's only because you two behave so shamelessly."

"I have no interest in Christano. I see him for what he is and he can't hold a candle to my Lord Bastian. Trust me, Myra. I wouldn't lead you astray on this." Shiloh steered her back to the altar that Bastian stood nearby. 

Bastian extended a hand, softly caressing her face and hair, slowly and cautiously at first. After a few more moments, he grew bolder, his hands slipping down to her neck and shoulders. "You have nothing to fear from me, my precious one. I am in need of a high priestess and your need to be treated as an equal called to me. Trust me, and take this chance. Stop living in that mortal's shadow and build your own destiny. You have it in you to be the woman you've always desired. All you have to do is take my hand and I shall empower you to become that woman."

His clawed fingers discreetly slipped over her nipples before pulling away completely. He then offered his right hand to her. A look of confusion graced her delicate features. "What do you know of my desires? Furthermore, I am already a priestess of the Sun Lord. How can I abandon my faith?"

"The Sun Lord has many followers, many priests to his name. I have few. I am willing to depart a fraction of my power to you as the high priestess. Your divine grace will not diminish; in fact it'll blossom. Look into my eyes, my precious one, and see for yourself what I am offering you."

Myra felt a shudder race through her core as she looked into his deep red eyes. The scene before caused her to gasp and tremble with anger. "How could he?!?!" How could Chris say the words that were only supposed to be reserved for her? "Damn him!"

O.O

Shanna had him. She had him right where she wanted him and she knew it. She could feel his eyes upon her as she removed the sexy black armor, mounting it upon a nearby stand. She stretched and preened, flaunting her near flawless form, before she climbed onto the bed. He followed close behind her, watching her every move. He began to unbuckle the straps on his armor, removing the pieces and setting them aside carefully before divesting himself of the leather jerkin, breeches and linen shirt he wore beneath his golden plate armor.

The bed was soft and Shanna's eyes were inviting. She drew him in, like a bee to sweet nectar. Her allure was difficult to resist, yet he found he had no desire. His conquest of her was going to be easy as pie. They both knew it.

"It's time to begin your training," he remarked with a smirk as he followed her onto the bed.

"What training are you referring to?" Shanna demurred, coyly gazing upon him.

"I'll show you the light, little one. The true way." A grin crossed his face, his eyes shining with want of her. Christano uttered not a word, letting his actions speak for him. He pounced on her, covering her with his larger body. She could feel a warmth rise in her body, feel the moistness gathering. Shanna instantly felt a jolt of desire, a heady rush of heat between her thighs. A purr slipped from her lips as she arched her back and let her thighs fall wide apart. Christano grinned and slapped the inside of her thigh firmly. The grin on his face grew as he rubbed the insides of her thighs, and knelt down between her legs. He softly bit and kissed the insides of her thighs, slowly moving up. Shanna thrashed about while her breathing increased as his fingers teased over the outer folds, over her mound, his lips and tongue flicking over the insides of her thighs. He pulled his hand away and pressed his mouth over her wet opening, sliding his tongue deep into her tight slit. He ran his tongue over her lips, sucking her softly as his hands moved up to hold her hips, one sliding up further to take one of her bountiful breasts in his hand. Shanna moaned and bucked under his touch and the feel of his mouth, crying out softly. He continued sucking, sliding a finger inside her deep and thrusting it slowly while sucking her clitoris until he felt her tense and jerk, panting as a climax swept over her. She screamed from the pleasure of it, her body convulsing.

"Serve me, little one." Christano spoke softly, though his words took such a commanding tone, she couldn't help but obey. He pushed her to her knees on the floor, standing in front of her. His turgid erection bobbed before her very eyes. Shanna licked her lips. "You are in need of discipline and I shall gladly dispense it."

Her hand slipped around his cock, pulling him closer to her. She ran her fingertips gently over the length, tracing the thick vein from its base until it reached the crown and stroked around the sensitive ridge. Then she moved to the head, that lightest of touches, just enough to allow a drop of pre-cum to escape. Shanna moved her mouth over his cock. The tip of her tongue traced the slit at the end, licking her way over the engorged purple head and down to crown's ridge. She engulfed the head between her lips, her tongue caressing it, bathing it in her oral juices. She went lower, her tongue flicking down the length of his shaft, not wanting to miss even the slightest bit of his warm fragrant flesh. 

The head grazed the roof of Shanna's mouth, then after the slightest of pauses, it passed into the tight confines of her throat. She hummed and moaned around him before she let him withdraw the head, until it was barely lodged in her mouth, before once again she pushed down and engulfed his cock a little deeper Once again she withdrew, only to descend a third time. The movement became slightly quicker, more hurried. At the fourth time she felt him swelling even more, the constriction around the cock head as it passed into her throat was like a warm ring of flesh squeezing him each and every stroke. Christano threw his head back, unleashing a mighty bellow as he sank his hands into her hair. He bucked his hips, thrusting deeply. Just as the first spasm erupted, she descended again over his girth, pushing down forcefully until she had engulfed him entirely. She fought back the urge to sneeze as his golden blond curls tickled her nose. And the first shot of cum passed directly into her throat, her muscles tightened around him to squeeze the warm pungent liquid from the shaft. The second blast coated her throat before she rose up to take the third and fourth into her mouth, her tongue now coaxing the final droplets from the now over sensitive tip. He pulled back, sitting upon the edge of the bed. "You have a talented mouth," he stated before he sank his hand into another fistful of hair. "You should put it to good use again. Get me hard."

Shanna grinned and went to work on him again, her tongue bathing him, her lips nursing him, her hot mouth coaxing him back to full aching hardness. He pushed her away, removing his swollen member from her mouth. "Get on the bed, little slut. On all fours, you are in need of further education."

Shanna scrambled to obey him, presenting her pleasantly rounded bottom in the air before him. He moved in behind her. She moaned as she felt his fingers start to run up and down the length of her slit. "Your pussy is wet. Good girl."

She looked back over her shoulder, beaming at him. "Yes, soaking." He pushed two fingers into her channel. Shanna moaned loudly. Her need was nearly unbearable. She needed something more, much more. "Fuck me now!"

Christano chuckled low in his throat. He teased her relentlessly, pulling back when he knew she was on the verge of exploding. "Control yourself," he barked before he brought a stinging slap down upon her bottom. She howled as pleasure swept away the pain of it. She whirled around to face him. 




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Her hands wrapped around his arm, yanking and pulling until she had him flat on his back on the bed. "I'll show you control."

"You tempt, little one." His eyes raked over her as he pushed himself up on his elbows to watch her. "Show me."

"As you wish," Shanna turned her back to him, pivoting just enough to silhouette her nude form in the firelight that came from within the braziers. The light illuminated her, giving an almost ethereal glow to the pale skin of her breasts as they rose and fell with each breath. He could feel his passion rise again. "Tell me you want this, want me, and you shall have me. Are you ready to take a bite of my forbidden fruit?"

His breath ragged, he could feel his heart leaping from his chest. Indeed he wished to taste, her warm kisses, and devour her willing flesh.

She turned to face him, slowly, teasingly. "Can you say you have tasted and want no more?" She approached him again, the sway of her breasts and hips taunting him, promising him more pleasures. "You want me," she taunted him, dared him, and tested him, "More so than your little prudish cleric. She can't give you what I can."

She stood beside the bed and placed one knee upon it invitingly. Christano reached out to touch her, caressing the smooth, pale skin of her inner thigh. A glimpse of the glistening dew gathered between her legs was the final spark that renewed the fire of his desire. Reaching upward, he brought his hand up to her flower and stroked gently, marveling at the wetness that ran down his fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned as her hips gyrated slowly.

Leaning over him her mouth closed on his. Her tongue dove in, intertwining with his as it played about teasingly. He could feel her breasts rub lightly up and down his chest as her body rocked to the motion of his hand between her legs.

Placing one hand on his chest, her nails scraped his flesh lightly as her other hand found his manhood. With a feather touch she ran her fingers down its length then stopped to cup his balls gently. Her breath was heavy as his fingers continued their wet explorations. He massaged her clit gently, and then sent his fingers inside her. 

Moving her hand to his hardness she grasped it briefly, teasing. She ran her fingers along the length of his cock, brushing the head with her fingertips, then back down again. Her hand matched the rhythm of his, moving up and down his shaft, her fingers exploring his length as he explored her depths. He moaned softly when she grasped his cock more firmly and began stroking it. 

He intertwined the fingers of his free hand in her long, golden brown hair and pulled her down for another kiss. Her sighs of pleasure stoked the flame of his passion even hotter. Letting loose her hair; his fingers traced a line of fire to her breasts. He cupped one, rubbing his thumb across her nipple and around the aureola. Shanna responded by evoking a low squeal of pleasure as she rocked her hips even harder against his hand. 

Running his fingers lightly from her breast up to her neck, he felt her shiver and her breath quicken. Releasing him suddenly, she brought her other hand up to his chest, digging her fingernails into his skin as her hips bucked in climax. 

Squeezing her eyes shut tightly she let out a small cry as her hips gyrated against his hand. She clenched and unclenched her fists, scraping her fingernails against him as the wave of pleasure carried her along. 

Finally, she pulled away and sat back on her leg. Christano watched in fascination as she brought his hand, wet with her juices, up to her mouth and slowly started licking his fingers. Shanna ran her tongue from the palm of his hand, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure down his spine, to each finger. Slowly she licked around each finger before taking it into her mouth, sucking softly before moving to the next. When she was done, she took his hand in hers and brought her other leg up on the bed. Then she threw her leg over him, straddling his chest. 

"Now you," she said softly. "Taste me, lover."

Shanna felt his hands grasp her ass. He could smell the scent of her passion as he brought her glistening nether lips closer. Taking her into his mouth, he reveled in the warm, wet taste of her. He teased her clit, flicking it back and forth with his tongue. She wrapped her hands over the rail at the head of the bed as she rolled her head around. The pleasure was almost unbearable. Shanna bit her lip as she forced back a cry.

Christano's tongue moved deeper, thrusting into her. He could feel the tickling trail of her juices run across his cheeks and down his chin even as he strove to catch each intoxicating drop. Taking her nub between his lips again, he sucked and rolled it around. He grasped Shanna's hips tighter, fighting to hold her close to him. His tongue played her, one moment hard, thrusting. And in the next, dancing with a nimbleness that was swiftly rushing her forward toward another peak.

Grinding her hips against him, feeling his tongue explore the soft folds of her sex, she couldn't hold any longer. Shanna let go, her climax taking her completely, exploding through her with a fire that burned to her very soul. Christano didn't stop, his tongue still dancing, torturing her. Her breath heavy and her cheeks flushed, she looked down at him. Seeing him there, feeling his tongue between her legs, she came again. Her back arched as the waves of pleasure pounded her consciousness. 

As the waves subsided, Shanna took his hands in hers and pulled away from him. She forced his hands back, to either side of his head, as she slid her hips down his stomach to rest on his manhood. She looked into his eyes as she moved her hips across his hardness, rubbing her clit down and up the length of his cock before taking him inside her.

He threw his head back and gasped for breath, her heat was like nothing he had ever felt before. Slowly she forced her hips down, taking him completely inside, holding him there. Then, releasing his hands, she placed hers on his chest and began moving her hips, rocking them, sliding up his length threatening to release him, then taking his hardness inside again, Shanna's fingernails dug deep, red depressions in him, melding the pain and the pleasure into a single, hot, blood rush. 

Christano cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently then ran his fingers across her nipples, up the soft curve of her pale skin to her neck. One hand he placed on the back of her neck, running his fingers through her silken hair, the other caressed her cheek. She thrust downward on him, feeling him inside her. Christano's hips rose to meet hers, sending a shiver through her body. She took one of his fingers in her mouth, sucking on it, playing it with her tongue as he had played her with his.

Shanna could feel her climax building. Each thrust of her hips down his manhood, taking him deep, enveloping him, brought her closer. His breaths too grew short, his hips bucking upward to meet hers, her hot wetness stroking him faster and faster.

"Tell me you love me," she whispered. In their frenzied passion, she couldn't tell if he heard her. She thrust down his length and stopped, holding him deep within her. "Tell me you love me."

Christano fought through the haze of his passion, incoherent words slipping from his lips. As Shanna rose up slowly, almost releasing his hardness before taking it in her again, she couldn't hold back her desire much longer.

"Does your little prude give you this kind of love?" she said breathlessly. "Have you ever felt the pleasures we've felt this night with her?" By Bastian's cock, it was unbearable. Shanna began moving her hips in a rapid rhythm, almost drowning out his moan of pleasure with her own. 

Though he heard her words loud and clear, he remained focused on the sensations racing through his body. He gripped her hips tightly, pummeling her from below. She brought her lips close to his as their hips danced and thrust. 

"She cannot. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it with every thrust of your cock into me. So tell me of your love." She leaned forward further, bringing her head to rest against his shoulder, which slowed but did not lessen the motion of their bodies. She kissed the line of his shoulder blade, tasting the salty sweat gathered there. She rocked her hips faster; it almost didn't matter, so close was she. He throbbed within her. Shanna rose away from him slightly, it was almost too late; she could not stop herself from taking him, releasing their passion. She leaned close to his ear one last time. 

"Tell me you love me!" she cried, her climax turning it almost into a scream. He thrust his hardness into her once more.



"I love you."

Shanna took his mouth with hers, only a brief glimpse of ruby red eyes did he have before the fire exploded through their bodies. They muffled each other's cries as their bodies danced together. Her tongue twisted in his mouth, the sweetness of her lips sent him to the edge of consciousness. 

She had him.

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Tears raced down Myra's cheeks as the vision within Bastian's gaze receded into nothing, leaving only the ruby redness. "How do I know this isn't just a trick of yours to get me to do what you want?" 

"Why would I lie? Wouldn't that just earn your mistrust once the truth was finally revealed? I am a God of Vengeance. I wouldn't seek releasing yours by deceiving. I can see in your heart that you're not one that is drawn toward or seduced by power, but you do have a need to prove yourself. I can help you with that. Backed by my graces, you will be empowered to one end alone. As my esteemed high priestess, you shall carry the fate of my following in your hands."

"I still don't know what to think." 

"You need more proof? Look into my eyes and see the truth. If that isn't enough to convince you of my sincerity, then I shall let you go." His eyes appraised her warmly before he looked over her head at Shiloh who caught a glimpse of his real thoughts. Shiloh smiled in response and knew Bastian wasn't about to let Myra go. He'd have her. He'd convince her.

Myra gazed up into his ruby eyes, her lips parting as a gasp slipped through them as she bore witness to Christano's most private thoughts. That bastard!

His eyes devoured the sight of her lithe body in all its naked glory before him. The way her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders, her deep hazel eyes glazed with need pleased him greatly. His gaze raked over her full plump soft lips, remembering how they felt as she wrapped them around his cock. Her mouth had been hot and steamy while her tongue performed teasing licks along the sides of his shaft. In that moment Myra was at her most beautiful to him, on her knees before him, serving him. 

His gaze dropped lower still, sweeping over her neck and shoulders until his eyes rested upon the perky round orange sized mounds of her succulent breasts. It made him rock hard as he thought of how they bounced as she rode his cock. How suckable they were as tiny drops of perspiration dripped over the hardened little nipples. Down across her trim waist his went, stopping to linger upon the flare of her hips before dropping to her small round ass and lean shapely thighs that concealed her greatest treasure of all, he didn't miss an inch of her best parts. His hands inched to squeeze her tight cheeks while his cock twitched with the desire to sink into their forbidden dark depths. 

His larger hand guided her smaller one to the apex of her plump nether lips, which nestled her swollen clit, and coaxed her to touch herself as he positioned her on her hands and knees before he took his place behind her, preparing to invade the tight puckered rosebud. But most of all he loved how she looked and felt as she rode him, her wet tight pussy wrapped around his thrusting cock oh so tightly.

Then the scene changed. Myra's face grew hot.

Christano leaned back against the headboard of the bed, propped up on a few pillows. His cock was rock hard and standing straight up. He motioned for her and Myra came to him, straddled him. 

She reached down and grabbed his smooth, hard shaft, rubbing the head up and down the length of her sweet slit, getting it all wet and slippery. She took a moment to rub her clit with it before placing his cock to the entrance of her hot channel while leaning down to kiss his lips. She slid down his shaft, slowly, all the way down until she hit bottom. She moaned and sat very still, squeezing her wet walls around his cock as Christano plucked at her dusky nipples, pinching her elongated points.

She rested her hands on his shoulders, using their height as leverage as she started to ride up and down on his cock at a slow teasing pace. She rose almost completely off him before slamming back down upon him. She cried out as he reached down and rubbed her swollen little clitty.

Myra could sense his growing impatience because she was moving far too slowly for his taste. He pushed her onto her back and pulled her legs up over his shoulders. A hissing command came forth from his lips as he instructed her to rub her swollen nubbin while he pushed his cock into her wet depths and started pumping. He began slow, picking up the pace, moving faster and harder until his thrusts in and out of my wet channel were so fast that Myra swore she could hardly catch her breath. Her body trembled, hanging precariously on the precipice of culmination. Christano grunted and slammed harder still until he bellowed out his orgasm. 

Then he fell off of her, rolling to his side and gave a final command. "Finish yourself, my love, and remember how much I love you."

Myra shook herself, trembling furiously at the vision before her. How many times had he ridden her hard, taking his own pleasure first and leaving her wanting? She gazed up at Bastian. "Why?"

"Look inside yourself, my pet. Is this the life you wish to continue to lead? Forever in his shadow, forever as his possession."

"No."

Bastian raised an eyebrow at her. "Then come to me and find your freedom." He stepped back from her and leapt upon the altar, his hand extended to her.

And she went, seeking the promises he made her and the freedom she desired.

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Bastian kissed Myra with heated fervor, his long tongue invading her mouth just as he planned for his cock to invade her moist depths. She welcomed him, meeting his kiss with unfettered need, before he slipped downwards to worship her breasts. He took one of them in his mouth, sucking them hard, causing pain and pleasure to streak between her legs. His other went lower, pushing three fingers into her. She gasped at the quick invasion, though her juices flowed in welcome. He withdrew his hand from her just as she was beginning to enjoy it. He went down on her, and pushed his tongue inside her, making her scream. 

He pushed his tongue in and out of her while pushing his fingers into her dark tunnel, synchronizing his rhythms until she screamed again. Her orgasms were exceptional; he fed off her lust, intense as ten women. He pleased her, and empowered her. 

"Take what you've always wanted," he purred, offering himself up to her, inviting her to take charge of the initiation. 

She gazed up at him and smiled. She crawled like a cat toward him, and then took his rod in with one slurp. She hummed as she sucked and licked him, delighting in his lengthening and widening erection. He was inhumanly large, bigger than any she'd ever seen. She took his balls into her mouth, humming again. She felt them vibrate in her mouth, his cock pulsing against her cheek. Bastian smacked her ass, and grunted, "Spread 'em." 

She spread her legs; resuming her bathing of his cock with her tongue as he spanked her sex, pinched and slapped her ass to show his pleasure with her ministrations. Myra got on her knees, and faced him. "Fuck me. I want to feel you and I want to explode in ecstasy."

"I shall have to bind you," he growled, for he was deep in the thralls of lust for her. 

"Yes!" 

Bastian chuckled low in his throat, his hunger for her lust deepening. He pushed her in place, bringing the red velvet ties up to wrap around her wrists, binding her to the altar. Myra quivered as she found herself on all fours, her legs spread wide before him. Moans slipped from her lips as she felt something rock hard probe both her entrances. Her rosebud clenched tightly while her wet walls sucked at the hardness slipping into her. He teased her to a fever pitch, alternating strokes into both her holes before pulling away completely, leaving her empty.

It was then Myra found herself face to face with not one, but two cocks. Her eyes widened with excitement at his second erection, and she took it in her mouth hungrily, using her hand to please the other. She held on to him, though he managed to twist and get underneath her so he could devour the juices dripping from her pussy. They licked each other, grunting and moaning in their pleasure. When he finally came in her mouth, she sucked the juices hungrily, the sexual power coursing through her veins. She went to his other cock and brought it to the same height, using her hand on the one she thought she sucked dry. The second one was about to erupt in her mouth and she squealed her delight. 

"Oh, no, you don't," he growled, as he crawled behind her and dragged her hips back to his, slamming into both her weeping holes with a dynamic double penetration. She howled with a mix of pleasure and pain, her back arching and rearing against him greedily. She clawed at her bonds, nearly shredding them. Her eyes rolled closed, her body pulsating with pleasure. "Fuck me harder!" 

"With...pleasure," he ground out. He squeezed her hips and drove her back and forth in a frenzied rhythm that had them both groaning and growling. He fed off her lust, her lewd thoughts of what more they could do together. And do they would. He turned her over, repositioning her upon the altar, retying the torn bonds that held her. 

His hands stroked purposefully over her shoulders, and he trickled a finger downwards over the rise of her breasts. He massaged her breasts forcefully, causing a confusing mix of pain and pleasure to flower within her, making her whimper. Bastian licked her neck, and nuzzled her jaw line. Myra moaned as he sucked at her breasts, his hot tongue lapping her aureoles. He made a wet trail through the vale between her breasts, into the cleft at her neck and throat. She arched her spine as he kissed her across her ribcage and her belly. Involuntarily, she shuddered as his tongue stabbed into her navel, then circled it. He bit hard enough to make her gasp but not enough to break her skin. 

The heady musk of her arousal saturated his nostrils. He thrust his mouth into her wet petals. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she wrapped her legs around him. She was soaking wet, and his thorough attention drove her even crazier. 

Her hips rocked wildly as he fondled her between her legs, his hand moving in a long, slow stroking motion from between her ass to her slit. He fingered her roughly, until she was nearly incoherent with arousal. She found herself writhing, and moaned, thrusting herself against his hand while her juices dripped down her inner thigh. 

Bastian thrust hard into both her entrances, and then withdrew until he merely prodded her silky, moistly gleaming depths. He did this over and over, slowly at first, accelerating in speed and force until he was pounding himself into her. She shrieked as her orgasm overtook her uncontrollably. He felt her go rigid as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She clutched the silken bonds that held her, her whole body stiff and fervent with her pleasure. Her wet walls contracted and dilated in rapid succession as her juices coated him, escaped her dripping slit and ran down both their inner thighs. She clung weakly to the altar as the pounding waves of pleasure ebbed. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 32



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Silver Tongued Devil

(Flashback)

With a soft kiss and tender embrace, Myra stepped away from Christano and took hold of the rope. She eased herself down within the tight passageway, shimmying down the rope. As she reached halfway, she noticed the rope strands coming apart and quickened her descent, but it was not quick enough.

With a loud snap, it burst, plunging her downwards.

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Christano yanked the rope up as he felt the weight on it lessen and heard the snap and Myra's cry of distress. He called her name, bellowing it down the hole until he heard her voice floating back up to him.

"MYRA!" Christano screamed again when all went silent. "MYRA!"

"I'm alright, Christano dear." Shiloh mimicked Myra's voice, calmly reassuring him.

Shanna stepped between him and the hole. "She'll be fine. She's with Shiloh. We should go back to that room near the glowing door. I have a feeling that Shiloh will try to find a way to open that. She told me she was going to last night."

"No, I'm going down there." He countered, pushing her aside and sitting on the edge of the hole.

"You can't go down there and leave me up here alone. I'd go back to that room where those girls are, but Shiloh fixed the lock so no one can get in or out. I'm defenseless and helpless. Please don't leave me. You're a paladin, sworn to defend the weak. Stay with me. You don't know how deep that goes down. If the fall kills you, then you won't be of any help to Myra." Shanna pleaded as tears began to course down her dirty cheeks. Then she cuddled against his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. 

"Very well, little one. I'll lead the way."

Shanna grinned wickedly and clutched his arm. "You won't regret this one bit. You'll see."

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Upon return to the room, Shanna made a show of yawning and stretching as she began to undo the straps and buckles that held the armor together while Bastian's voice in her head urged her on. 

"I'm tired. I think I'll rest a while. Will you keep an eye out?" Shanna purred, as she headed toward the bed.

"It would be my honor,"he said as he watched her every move, his eyes devouring her. He nodded and licked his lips. This was his opportunity to sample her forbidden fruit and no one would be the wiser. He knew he could convince her to keep it between just the two of them, and if not, then, of course, he would silence her for good.

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Shanna had him. She had him right where she wanted him and she knew it. She could feel his eyes upon her as she removed the sexy black armor, mounting it upon a nearby stand. She stretched and preened, flaunting her near flawless form, before she climbed onto the bed. He followed close behind her, watching her every move. He began to unbuckle the straps on his armor, removing the pieces and setting them aside carefully before divesting himself of the leather jerkin, breeches and linen shirt he wore beneath his golden plate armor.

The bed was soft and Shanna's eyes were inviting. She drew him in, like a bee to sweet nectar. Her allure was difficult to resist, yet he found he had no desire. His conquest of her was going to be easy as pie. They both knew it.

"It's time to begin your training," he remarked with a smirk as he followed her onto the bed.

"What training are you referring to?" Shanna demurred, coyly gazing upon him.

"I'll show you the light, little one. The true way." A grin crossed his face, his eyes shining with want of her. Christano uttered not a word, letting his actions speak for him. He pounced on her, covering her with his larger body. She could feel a warmth rise in her body, feel the moistness gathering. Shanna instantly felt a jolt of desire, a heady rush of heat between her thighs. A purr slipped from her lips as she arched her back and let her thighs fall wide apart. Christano grinned and slapped the inside of her thigh firmly. The grin on his face grew as he rubbed the insides of her thighs, and knelt down between her legs. He softly bit and kissed the insides of her thighs, slowly moving up. Shanna thrashed about while her breathing increased as his fingers teased over the outer folds, over her mound, his lips and tongue flicking over the insides of her thighs. He pulled his hand away and pressed his mouth over her wet opening, sliding his tongue deep into her tight slit. He ran his tongue over her lips, sucking her softly as his hands moved up to hold her hips, one sliding up further to take one of her bountiful breasts in his hand. Shanna moaned and bucked under his touch and the feel of his mouth, crying out softly. He continued sucking, sliding a finger inside her deep and thrusting it slowly while sucking her clitoris until he felt her tense and jerk, panting as a climax swept over her. She screamed from the pleasure of it, her body convulsing.

"Serve me, little one." Christano spoke softly, though his words took such a commanding tone, she couldn't help but obey. He pushed her to her knees on the floor, standing in front of her. His turgid erection bobbed before her very eyes. Shanna licked her lips. "You are in need of discipline and I shall gladly dispense it."

Her hand slipped around his cock, pulling him closer to her. She ran her fingertips gently over the length, tracing the thick vein from its base until it reached the crown and stroked around the sensitive ridge. Then she moved to the head, that lightest of touches, just enough to allow a drop of pre-cum to escape. Shanna moved her mouth over his cock. The tip of her tongue traced the slit at the end, licking her way over the engorged purple head and down to crown's ridge. She engulfed the head between her lips, her tongue caressing it, bathing it in her oral juices. She went lower, her tongue flicking down the length of his shaft, not wanting to miss even the slightest bit of his warm fragrant flesh. 

The head grazed the roof of Shanna's mouth, then after the slightest of pauses, it passed into the tight confines of her throat. She hummed and moaned around him before she let him withdraw the head, until it was barely lodged in her mouth, before once again she pushed down and engulfed his cock a little deeper Once again she withdrew, only to descend a third time. The movement became slightly quicker, more hurried. At the fourth time she felt him swelling even more, the constriction around the cock head as it passed into her throat was like a warm ring of flesh squeezing him each and every stroke. Christano threw his head back, unleashing a mighty bellow as he sank his hands into her hair. He bucked his hips, thrusting deeply. Just as the first spasm erupted, she descended again over his girth, pushing down forcefully until she had engulfed him entirely. She fought back the urge to sneeze as his golden blond curls tickled her nose. And the first shot of cum passed directly into her throat, her muscles tightened around him to squeeze the warm pungent liquid from the shaft. The second blast coated her throat before she rose up to take the third and fourth into her mouth, her tongue now coaxing the final droplets from the now over sensitive tip. He pulled back, sitting upon the edge of the bed. "You have a talented mouth," he stated before he sank his hand into another fistful of hair. "You should put it to good use again. Get me hard."

Shanna grinned and went to work on him again, her tongue bathing him, her lips nursing him, her hot mouth coaxing him back to full aching hardness. He pushed her away, removing his swollen member from her mouth. "Get on the bed, little slut. On all fours, you are in need of further education."

Shanna scrambled to obey him, presenting her pleasantly rounded bottom in the air before him. He moved in behind her. She moaned as she felt his fingers start to run up and down the length of her slit. "Your pussy is wet. Good girl."

She looked back over her shoulder, beaming at him. "Yes, soaking." He pushed two fingers into her channel. Shanna moaned loudly. Her need was nearly unbearable. She needed something more, much more. "Fuck me now!"

Christano chuckled low in his throat. He teased her relentlessly, pulling back when he knew she was on the verge of exploding. "Control yourself," he barked before he brought a stinging slap down upon her bottom. She howled as pleasure swept away the pain of it. She whirled around to face him. 

Her hands wrapped around his arm, yanking and pulling until she had him flat on his back on the bed. "I'll show you control."

"You tempt, little one." His eyes raked over her as he pushed himself up on his elbows to watch her. "Show me."

"As you wish," Shanna turned her back to him, pivoting just enough to silhouette her nude form in the firelight that came from within the braziers. The light illuminated her, giving an almost ethereal glow to the pale skin of her breasts as they rose and fell with each breath. He could feel his passion rise again. "Tell me you want this, want me, and you shall have me. Are you ready to take a bite of my forbidden fruit?"

His breath ragged, he could feel his heart leaping from his chest. Indeed he wished to taste, her warm kisses, and devour her willing flesh. 

She turned to face him, slowly, teasingly. "Can you say you have tasted and want no more?" She approached him again, the sway of her breasts and hips taunting him, promising him more pleasures. "You want me," she taunted him, dared him, and tested him, "More so than your little prudish cleric. She can't give you what I can."

She stood beside the bed and placed one knee upon it invitingly. Christano reached out to touch her, caressing the smooth, pale skin of her inner thigh. A glimpse of the glistening dew gathered between her legs was the final spark that renewed the fire of his desire. Reaching upward, he brought his hand up to her flower and stroked gently, marveling at the wetness that ran down his fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned as her hips gyrated slowly.

Leaning over him her mouth closed on his. Her tongue dove in, intertwining with his as it played about teasingly. He could feel her breasts rub lightly up and down his chest as her body rocked to the motion of his hand between her legs.

Placing one hand on his chest, her nails scraped his flesh lightly as her other hand found his manhood. With a feather touch she ran her fingers down its length then stopped to cup his balls gently. Her breath was heavy as his fingers continued their wet explorations. He massaged her clit gently, and then sent his fingers inside her. 

Moving her hand to his hardness she grasped it briefly, teasing. She ran her fingers along the length of his cock, brushing the head with her fingertips, then back down again. Her hand matched the rhythm of his, moving up and down his shaft, her fingers exploring his length as he explored her depths. He moaned softly when she grasped his cock more firmly and began stroking it. 

He intertwined the fingers of his free hand in her long, golden brown hair and pulled her down for another kiss. Her sighs of pleasure stoked the flame of his passion even hotter. Letting loose her hair; his fingers traced a line of fire to her breasts. He cupped one, rubbing his thumb across her nipple and around the aureola. Shanna responded by evoking a low squeal of pleasure as she rocked her hips even harder against his hand. 

Running his fingers lightly from her breast up to her neck, he felt her shiver and her breath quicken. Releasing him suddenly, she brought her other hand up to his chest, digging her fingernails into his skin as her hips bucked in climax. 

Squeezing her eyes shut tightly she let out a small cry as her hips gyrated against his hand. She clenched and unclenched her fists, scraping her fingernails against him as the wave of pleasure carried her along. 

Finally, she pulled away and sat back on her leg. Christano watched in fascination as she brought his hand, wet with her juices, up to her mouth and slowly started licking his fingers. Shanna ran her tongue from the palm of his hand, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure down his spine, to each finger. Slowly she licked around each finger before taking it into her mouth, sucking softly before moving to the next. When she was done, she took his hand in hers and brought her other leg up on the bed. Then she threw her leg over him, straddling his chest. 

"Now you," she said softly. "Taste me, lover."

Shanna felt his hands grasp her ass. He could smell the scent of her passion as he brought her glistening nether lips closer. Taking her into his mouth, he reveled in the warm, wet taste of her. He teased her clit, flicking it back and forth with his tongue. She wrapped her hands over the rail at the head of the bed as she rolled her head around. The pleasure was almost unbearable. Shanna bit her lip as she forced back a cry.

Christano's tongue moved deeper, thrusting into her. He could feel the tickling trail of her juices run across his cheeks and down his chin even as he strove to catch each intoxicating drop. Taking her nub between his lips again, he sucked and rolled it around. He grasped Shanna's hips tighter, fighting to hold her close to him. His tongue played her, one moment hard, thrusting. And in the next, dancing with a nimbleness that was swiftly rushing her forward toward another peak. 

Grinding her hips against him, feeling his tongue explore the soft folds of her sex, she couldn't hold any longer. Shanna let go, her climax taking her completely, exploding through her with a fire that burned to her very soul. Christano didn't stop, his tongue still dancing, torturing her. Her breath heavy and her cheeks flushed, she looked down at him. Seeing him there, feeling his tongue between her legs, she came again. Her back arched as the waves of pleasure pounded her consciousness. 

As the waves subsided, Shanna took his hands in hers and pulled away from him. She forced his hands back, to either side of his head, as she slid her hips down his stomach to rest on his manhood. She looked into his eyes as she moved her hips across his hardness, rubbing her clit down and up the length of his cock before taking him inside her.

He threw his head back and gasped for breath, her heat was like nothing he had ever felt before. Slowly she forced her hips down, taking him completely inside, holding him there. Then, releasing his hands, she placed hers on his chest and began moving her hips, rocking them, sliding up his length threatening to release him, then taking his hardness inside again, Shanna's fingernails dug deep, red depressions in him, melding the pain and the pleasure into a single, hot, blood rush. 

Christano cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently then ran his fingers across her nipples, up the soft curve of her pale skin to her neck. One hand he placed on the back of her neck, running his fingers through her silken hair, the other caressed her cheek. She thrust downward on him, feeling him inside her. Christano's hips rose to meet hers, sending a shiver through her body. She took one of his fingers in her mouth, sucking on it, playing it with her tongue as he had played her with his.

Shanna could feel her climax building. Each thrust of her hips down his manhood, taking him deep, enveloping him, brought her closer. His breaths too grew short, his hips bucking upward to meet hers, her hot wetness stroking him faster and faster.

"Tell me you love me," she whispered. In their frenzied passion, she couldn't tell if he heard her. She thrust down his length and stopped, holding him deep within her. "Tell me you love me."

Christano fought through the haze of his passion, incoherent words slipping from his lips. As Shanna rose up slowly, almost releasing his hardness before taking it in her again, she couldn't hold back her desire much longer.

"Does your little prude give you this kind of love?" she said breathlessly. "Have you ever felt the pleasures we've felt this night with her?" By Bastian's cock, it was unbearable. Shanna began moving her hips in a rapid rhythm, almost drowning out his moan of pleasure with her own. 

Though he heard her words loud and clear, he remained focused on the sensations racing through his body. He gripped her hips tightly, pummeling her from below. She brought her lips close to his as their hips danced and thrust. 

"She cannot. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it with every thrust of your cock into me." She leaned forward further, bringing her head to rest against his shoulder, which slowed but did not lessen the motion of their bodies. She kissed the line of his shoulder blade, tasting the salty sweat gathered there. She rocked her hips faster; it almost didn't matter, so close was she. He throbbed within her. Shanna rose away from him slightly, it was almost too late; she could not stop herself from taking him, releasing their passion. She leaned close to his ear one last time. 

"Tell me you love me!" she cried, her climax turning it almost into a scream. He thrust his hardness into her once more.

"I love you."

Shanna took his mouth with hers, only a brief glimpse of ruby red eyes did he have before the fire exploded through their bodies. They muffled each other's cries as their bodies danced together. Her tongue twisted in his mouth, the sweetness of her lips sent him to the edge of consciousness. 

She had him.

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After a short rest, Shanna awoke to find Christano standing watch over her. He stood poised as if he felt the presence of something that had come to do them harm. "I ask you to get up, little Shanna. You should dress in your armor. I believe now is a good time to teach you how to fight. I sense something. I know not what it is, but I may not be able to fight what is out there and defend you at the same time. Prepare yourself." 

Shanna smiled as she bounded off the bed and gave him a light peck on the cheek. "I knew you would keep your promise."

Christano returned the kiss with a smile, drinking in the sight of her near perfect body. He also he knew there was another reason to get her up and moving. He didn't want Myra to catch them in the act. He didn't want Myra to know that he had strayed. 

His eyes followed every move she made while she shimmied into the tight shiny black armor. Her fingers flew over the buckles, cinching it against her skin to protect her flawless skin.

At last when she pulled on her boots, he cleared his throat. "Grab your sword and meet me in the other room." Turning away, he stalked off through the outer door. He had to get away from the magnetic pull of her sex appeal. This was not the time to get caught. 

When Shanna joined him, he had his game face firmly in place. Christano tossed her a small wooden shield and instructed her how to strap it into place on her arm. "For a beginner, your best offense is going to be a good defense. You want to protect your vital organs. You want to keep your shield up to protect your torso. Getting stabbed in the heart will kill you. Taking a shot to the gut will cause a slow and painful death. A hit to the throat will also kill you, which can lead to decapitation. I will show you a proper defensive stance. Watch me."

Christano bent at the knees, moving into his defensive stance. He pulled his tower shield in front of him as he gripped his morningstar in his free hand. While rocking on the balls of his feet, he slowly began to move, circling her, sizing her up. "Now you, Shanna."




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 32



She pulled her dagger from its sheath and mimicked his stance, circling him, watching his every move. 

"Never show your weakness or fear, and never give your opponent insight on what you're thinking or what your next move will be. Learn to school your features into an unreadable mask. Put on your game face... NOW!" Christano barked, pulling his shield in closer to his torso. 

He circled her, moving spryly on the balls of his feet. "Come at me. Attempt to strike me with that pitiful excuse for a weapon."

"How?" Shanna replied while gripping the pommel of her dagger within her sweaty palm. She took a deep breath, trying to slow her racing heart. 

"With that blade, you can either stab it or cut deep slashes into your opponent's flesh. You want to do the most collateral damage as possible to them. Make sure the thrust of your blade is well aimed, but not hurried or hasty, and with the correct amount of strength behind it. Penetrate the flesh with skill and confidence, and you will get the result you seek. And keep moving. Thrust and move, never leave an opposed opening for them to strike at you. Now watch me. I'll demonstrate the proper technique." Christano shored up his shield and advanced on her, bobbing and weaving as he scanned her defenses. He swung his morningstar swiftly at her, yet not using his full strength, and noted how she instinctively bought the shield up to block. The spiked head of the weapon clattered off the shield and jarred her body slightly. She dodged away from him while he pressed his attack at her a second time, making his swing a hair swifter and harder. 

She got her shield up in time. A grunt slipped from her lips from the force of the impact. Shanna's eyes narrowed and pulled her dagger arm up and back, mimicking a stance she'd seen Shiloh use. Then she plunged it toward him, hissing as it connected with his shield.

"Good job, little one. Come at me again. Attack!"

She danced around him, constantly moving her feet as she felt her confidence grow. Moving in, she held her shield before her while looking for any gap in his defense, searching for that one weak point in which to exploit. She thrust her dagger in and he parried it, slapping it out of the way with the spiked end of his bludgeoning weapon. On his back swing, he slammed the spiked head off her shield once more. 

The two battled on until each was panting for air. Christano disarmed her several times, flinging her blade across the room before he landed what could've amounted to a killing blow upon her. 

Around and round in circles they went. Shanna refused to give up. She knew she had a long way to go, but felt confident she would find the opportunity she sought to catch him off guard. She thrust her blade, blocked the crash of the morningstar against her shield and feinted out of the way of his oncoming strike. Sidestepping him, she lunged in, slipping her arm past the guard of his enormous shield. She knew if this assault failed, he'd defeat her yet another time. 

Her aim was true. The blade of the dagger connected with the flesh of his throat. She pressed it in, sweeping a knee up to knock aside his shield. "Surrender!" she panted, nudging him swiftly.

Christano beamed a smile at her and held his hands in the air. "I concede defeat to you, little one. You've learned quickly. You're one of the better pupils I've ever had. We may yet make a warrior out of you. I do think we should find you a more appropriate weapon."

Shanna bestowed a sweet kiss of victory upon his lips before pulling her dagger away from his jugular and bounced merrily around the room. It excited her to finally gain the upper hand and taste the glory of a win. 

O.O

Shiloh and Myra left the sanctum behind and headed for a concealed door that Shiloh had located during her exploration of the level. They passed through the opening and sneaked as quietly as can be past a host of meandering skeletons. Again Shiloh searched the walls and in the very last alcove located another hidden door. A pressure plate rested upon the floor. She depressed it with her heeled foot, and stepped back, allowing the portal to swing open. 

A darkened room long unused was what the two women found on the other side. It was blissfully free of undead creatures. Shiloh exhaled the breath she realized she'd been holding.

"Lord Bastian has given me the power to turn them all to dust. He abhors undead creatures as much as I do." Myra stated as she pulled the gleaming silver and obsidian holy symbol shaped like a clawed hand and stepped back through the opening. She strode confidently into the right spot where she could see each one of the sword wielding abominations. "Unleash your divine light, Mighty Lord of Vengeance."

She presented the symbol at the skeletons and watched as they burst into dust, the particles floating harmlessly to the black tiled floor. She turned back to Shiloh and beamed a glorious smile before returning to her side. "That is just a fraction of the power He has bestowed upon me."

"He deemed you worthy of his power, sweet Myra. It's a heady thing indeed. I've felt drunk with it a few times. He's always been there when I needed Him." Shiloh took hold off her companion's hand and led her over to one of the walls. A metal ring attached the wall hung at eye level. "But right now, my need is for something else. Stand against the wall and grasp the ring. Trust me. You'll enjoy this."

Myra grasped the ring, leaning against the wall. She beckoned Shiloh forth. Her smile and the steamy look in her eyes said it all. Shiloh leaned down to kiss Myra, gazing deeply into her eyes. Her lips slanted over Myra's, slipping her tongue into Myra's mouth, but not to flick it against her own tongue. Shiloh thrust it wickedly, deepening the kiss into a thorough taking that continued for several long minutes. She meant to lay her claim once again. And when she rolled the petite cleric's nipples between her fingers, pinching them and then soothing them, Myra rocked her hips against Shiloh's and moaned deeply into Shiloh's mouth. She worked her way down Myra's body, stopping to sample her taut peaks. She nipped and licked, pulled them between her lips while removing the scant pieces of Myra's priestess armor. Myra moaned from the pleasure and arched her back, allowing her breasts to fill Shiloh's hands when she brought them up to cup the ivory mounds.

Then Shiloh's hands traced lower, smoothing down Myra's trim waist to her slightly flared hips. There she lingered, massaging soft circles. Shiloh let the nipple slip from her mouth with a slight 'pop'. She knelt before Myra, coming eye level with the cleric's trimmed bush. Shiloh tenderly spread Myra's legs before pulling the cleric's legs over her shoulders to spread her open before her mouth. Shiloh inhaled Myra's pungent scent before using her thumbs to part Myra's plump lips. Myra's thighs quivered instantly as Shiloh blew a soft breath over her heated core. Myra groaned and gripped the ring even tighter, undulating her hips toward the female knelt before her. "Please, taste me..."

Shiloh nuzzled Myra's curls, her thumbs circling Myra's swollen button. Then she brushed her lips against her sensitive nether lips, blowing another puff of hot breath upon her. Myra shuddered and writhed, bumping her pelvis against Shiloh. "Shiloh... please... Lick me."

When Shiloh's tongue slipped between her lips and dipped into Myra's weeping slit, the cleric let out a loud groan, tightening her legs over Shiloh's shoulder. Shiloh delved her tongue into Myra's core, licking her deeply, thoroughly, making Myra melt into a hot puddle of desire. Shiloh used her lips, her fingers, holding nothing back. Myra exploded as Shiloh clamped her mouth over her clit, sucking roughly. She smoothed her tongue over the swollen nub before snaking two fingers back into Myra's dripping channel. She locked the fingers into place on Myra's front wall, locating that sensitive bit of nerves and rubbed, eliciting a wail of pleasure from Myra as she erupted in a stream of pungent female juices. Shiloh licked her clean before giving the cleric a stinging slap to the bottom.

"Delicious!" 

Myra sagged against the wall as Shiloh pulled away and stood up before her. She kissed Myra with all the passion she felt, letting the cleric taste her own juices on Shiloh's lips. "So beautiful. Rest a moment, my sweet. Then we will continue onward." Shiloh gave Myra a conspiratorial wink.

The cleric smiled in return, doing her best to quell her racing heart. Shiloh's ministrations had been like nothing she'd ever felt before. Exquisite tenderness mixed with glorious passion was the only way she knew how to describe it. It took several long minutes before her quivering legs would hold her weight without fear of falling flat on her face. She reached for the pieces of her armor and slipped into the body baring work of art. 

"We should probably disguise our armor. Your dear so-called master must not know what has happened, not yet. Lord Bastian is waiting for the most opportune moment to reveal the truth," Shiloh spoke up as she reached for the pack.

Myra nodded as she looked down at the red and gold suit of leather and metal. She had to admit she liked the way she looked in it, liked the way the chest piece cupped and cradled her breasts while exposing her rock hard nipples. It gave her a feeling of true freedom that she'd never known before. A feeling of liberation. It was a heady tonic that caused her blood to race and her world to spin. "We could, but I have another idea." Myra leaned in and whispered into Shiloh's ear, which brought a devious grin to her face. 

"Good idea. I think he'll fall for that. Besides the bastard is too wrapped up in getting what he wants to realize the truth. Let's just act like nothing has happened. Bastian will help you if you seem to falter and need him. He won't forsake you. He treasures you too much."

"That's a feeling I don't know how to describe. I've never known anything like that," Myra confessed, a warm glow tinting her cheeks.

Shiloh captured Myra's hands in hers. "And what I felt after being with you is something I've never felt before. Not with Vico. Not with Rhys. Makes me wish Bastian would have you found his temple in Betancuria so we could continue to be together. I don't know if you feel the same, but it felt special when we were together."

"I believe the temple I'll found in his name will be somewhere in Sargoza," Myra replied fondly, squeezing Shiloh's hands. "We'll make time to be together before then. Lord Bastian approves of our union, but thinks we are better off where we can do the most good. He needs you in Betancuria. There are many souls whom we can seduce into our Lord's bountiful arms."

Shiloh smirked, "I enjoy being within his arms."

A chuckle slipped from Myra's red lips. "As do I and he feels the same. Now shall we continue on? We still have to find our way back upstairs."

"We will. I believe I know the way. Bastian has shown me. We take those stairs up two flights and then we'll come to the door that we couldn't get through before. The one with the blue barrier. It must have been brought down when you smashed all those red glowing things."

"The phylacteries?"

Shiloh nodded as she took the stairs two by two. Myra dashed after her, stopping only to obliterate two skeletons into particles of dust. They ventured up another flight of stairs before coming to a short hallway and a closed door. "Here we are."

Myra opened the door and peaked her head into the hallway. She could hear voices coming from the other room. One belonged to Chris and the other to Shanna. "Ready?"

Shiloh grinned at her. "Are you ready to be the same old uptight Myra that fell down the hole?"

"Are you still the same shameless wench that likes flaunting herself?" Myra purred in response.

"That I am." Shiloh wiggled her eyebrows. "Show time!"

O.O

Christano and Shanna raced to the doorway as Myra and Shiloh came into view. Christano's eyes bulged from his head and he became slack jawed at the sight of his lady love. He perused her scantily clad form very slowly before he embraced her possessively and planted a firm kiss on her lips. "I am overjoyed that you have come back to me alive and well. I worried about you so, but what's the meaning of the clothing on your body?"

Myra flushed prettily as she looked down at her body. "My armor was damaged badly during a fight with a few undead creatures. Not only mine, but Shiloh's too. These two suits were the only ones we could find. I'd hoped you would like it. I thought you might think I was trying to be more open and considerate of you by proudly showing you what you had missed out on these few days."

"I do like it. You're more beautiful than ever. You may continue to wear it if it pleases you, but we will find something else to cover you with before we return to the boat. I won't have your charms on display for everyone." Christano grinned while he stroked her flesh, tweaked her nipples and dipped his hand down and back to fondly squeeze her bottom. He leaned as close as he could to her then whispered in her ear. "I can't wait to fuck you once more. You will wear this as I feed you my dick. Understood?"

Myra lowered her eyes dutifully and nodded. She knew what he wanted, but she was hell bent on not giving it to him. Never again would he touch her or taste her in such a selfish manner as he'd used for years.

Never again.

O.O



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 33-35



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

A/N: "The Golden Chalice" had originally been split into 3 separate chapters, but for the posting here I'm making them all 1 chapter so the readers can enjoy it in its entirety. It will be a very long chapter so bear with me! The story is worth it! 

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The Golden Chalice

Once Christano and Shanna had gathered their packs, Shiloh led them to the stairway that headed further down. She bypassed the set of stairs on the left leading to the sanctum, opting for the unexplored set to the right. 

"We really should be on our guard down here. Myra and I encountered all kinds of undead, though she was able to use her divine grace to destroy them. Of course if I had such power, I think I could've done it better," Shiloh smirked. 

Myra scoffed at her, "You wouldn't know which way to point the holy symbol, fat ass. It's your fault our armor got destroyed."

"Hey! It is not my fault! I tried to be of help to you. I've never encountered undead things before. You don't exactly find them wandering the streets of Betancuria!" Shiloh retorted, glaring at her.

Myra sneered disapprovingly, meeting her glare evenly. "And it was your fat ass that caused the rope to break!"

"Ladies," Christano barked as he shook his head, "Enough bickering!"

Shiloh turned her glare towards him while Myra lowered her eyes once more. "Let's move on then," she huffed.

"Did you find any tombs down there?" Christano asked hopefully.

"No, just lots of undead, we should be cautious!" Shiloh shrugged before turning the corner. She took the steps slowly, hugging the wall until it opened up into a large square room. She pressed herself against the wall and waved caution when she caught sight of a dozen or more, foul, stinking undead milling around aimlessly. There seemed to be more climbing out of a vile pit as tense seconds ticked by. 

Christano ignored her warning and charged in, to do battle while Myra surreptitiously brandished the holy symbol of Bastian, directing it away from Christano at a few undead creatures that came at her. Shanna and Shiloh worked in tandem with their holy warrior counterparts, providing the necessary distraction that allowed Myra to use her divine power to destroy the foul undead.

Suddenly Shanna howled and doubled over, retching violently as one of the undead had slipped past her defenses, slamming her in the chest with its closed fist. She rolled away, slipping behind Christano. The paladin took it all in stride, stepping up to it while calling out to his companions, "They're ghouls! Be careful not to get hit. You'll end up sick!" He smashed his morningstar into the head of the one that had hit Shanna, giving her time to recover her senses. The ghoul slammed a fist against Christano's shield before he bashed it again, this time reducing it to chunks of putrid flesh. 

Shanna cheered him as she nimbly dodged away from another ghoul, landing a hit, with her dagger, into the ribs of a nearby ghoul. She called out to Shiloh frantically, "Behind you!"

Shiloh twirled about, whip in her right hand and her short sword, Darksbane, in the left. She cracked Oathreaver at the ghoul, rending chunks of its putrid flesh, following it up with the slash of her blade. Myra chanted loudly, calling to her hand a sphere of blazing white light. She directed it at the two ghouls before her. They shook under the wrath of Bastian's glorious radiance, turning to dust in a spectacular implosion. Myra then whirled around to meet the next two, thrusting the holy symbol at them. They too exploded, turning into more particles of dust.

Once all the ghouls were defeated, Myra turned to the pit, engulfed it with the same glorious light as before, this time, forever sealing its putrescence. No undead would come out of that pit again. Tucking the holy symbol inside her pack, she moved to Christano's side. "Have I done well?" She asked, lowering her eyes as flashes of memory raced through her mind. She could clearly see him bedding Shanna, clearly remembered the words Christano had uttered to the younger female. It made Myra burn with need for vengeance and soon he would pay dearly for his indiscretion. 

Christano glanced around the room, noting the scattered remnants of the ghouls. "Very well, I shall have to reward you tonight properly," he replied with a leering grin. He reached out and tweaked her one of her exposed nipples roughly.

As Christano continued to ply Myra, Shiloh led Shanna to a nearby door, allowing Shanna to practice her newly learned skill of picking locks. Shanna nimbly plied the lockpick and skeletal key in the keyhole, manipulating the tumblers within until she heard it click. "I got it," she beamed before opening the door. 

"Watch out!" Shiloh warned, shoving Shanna back as metal spikes thrust forth from tiny slits in the floor. Shanna landed haphazardly on the floor, sprawled out rather unladylike. "I'm going to have to teach you how to search for traps before you open something at random. That was a close one."

"Ouch!" Shanna whined as she stood up, rubbing her bottom gingerly. "Warn me next time. That hurt!"

"I can guarantee that it didn't hurt as much as any one of the spankings your darling Vico gave me!" Shiloh retorted, glancing back at Myra and Christano who remained across the room, their heads close as they spoke softly between themselves. Shiloh motioned for Shanna to enter the small room beyond the door after she disabled the spike trap. She lowered her voice as she gazed down at Shanna. "Did you succeed with Christano? Is Lord Bastian pleased?"

"Yes, to both your questions," Shanna replied, "and Myra?"

Shiloh grinned widely, momentarily taking in a glowing light around the corner in the room. "She accepted Lord Bastian's offer, but we have to play our roles until the time is right. He gave us this armor and the new weapons. I'm sure he'll have something for you, too."

Shanna beamed a smile. "I hope so, too. I like that armor. It's very sexy, especially Myra's. Do you think I'll get some like it?"

Shiloh looked around carefully before she spoke. She had to make sure Christano wasn't within earshot. No, the paladin seemed occupied with fondling Myra. Shiloh's eyes narrowed. She noticed the afflicted look on Myra's face as the paladin's hands caressed her none too gently. "Damn him!" Shiloh growled. "We'll talk later. Christano, I've found something over here. I see a glowing light."

Christano turned to see Shiloh standing in the doorway of the room, her hands on her hips, tapping her foot on the stone floor impatiently. He joined her, brushing past her suggestively, his hands touching her hips just above the gold bands that formed the waist of her armor. She pushed him away from her, glaring a challenging look at him with her blazing blue eyes. Christano cocked an eyebrow at her. "Show me," he stated.

Shiloh led him to the ledge of the room that looked out over a deep dark abyss. She motioned to the south. "Look, it seems to be coming from around the corner."

He nodded, peering out and then down. "Yes, you're right. There is definitely something there. Now the question is, what is it and how do we get there?"

"I'm hoping there's a secret door." Shiloh turned and began thoroughly searching the wall beside her, frowning, as she discovered nothing.

"The walls look too solid." Christano thoughtfully replied as his eyes raked over them as well as her mostly bare flesh. "I have an idea, though."

"Which is?" Shiloh replied. "I don't like that look in your eyes, Sir Paladin. You shouldn't be gazing upon me like you're a starving man and I'm the main course. It's rather rude, especially with your lady nearby."

"And you should keep your mind on the mission at hand, thief," he firmly admonished her. "Now, here's my idea. Listen well. You might be able to put your foot onto that edge along the wall. Admittedly, it's very tiny. We'll form a chain so that you don't fall off. Myra will hold you, and I'll hold Myra from here. This way you should be able to reach the other side safely."

"You're out of your mind, you loathsome pig. Do you really expect me to dangle over that deep hole with only her holding onto me? She's so scrawny she may drop me," Shiloh protested.

"I'd gladly do it!" Shanna piped up.

"You'd do anything, you little slut. A word of advice, back off. Christano is mine!" Myra shot out, pushing Shanna away from Chris. 

"Ladies!" he bellowed for a second time that day. "I've just about had enough. I mean it. Now, we will do this my way. Shiloh is the obvious choice because she's the most dexterous of us all. She also has the smallest feet."

Myra huffed ungraciously. "Do you really think I'll dangle above this hole with her weight dragging me down?! Her ass weighs as much as I do!"

Shiloh hissed and glared at Myra furiously. "At least I have an ass!"

Christano gently touched Myra's face, his hands cupping her chin. "Fear not. Myra, dear, I'm strong enough to hold you both. Please don't worry. I'd rather jump into the abyss myself than let you come to harm."

Myra stared him down, chewing on her bottom lip. Part of her wanted to push him over the ledge, but she knew they needed his strength to get them what they sought. She sighed as she heard Bastian's voice cautioning her to go along with Christano.

"And Shiloh, it'd probably be best if you take off your armor and leave your pack so the weight does not add to your own in case you fall off and we have to catch you. Really, though, I don't think you'll have much trouble getting from this ledge to the other one. That step in between is wide enough for your feet. You'll just want to be careful and go slow, but not too slow. And for the sake of the gods, don't look down."

"Why is it all these things that need doing require me to disrobe in front of you?" Shiloh glared at Christano. 

"Quit worrying about showing me your ass and get out of that armor. As far as I'm concerned, you couldn't hold a candle to my Myra so don't flatter yourself. Now, get out of your armor and let's do this!" Christano barked at her as he put his hands on the red and gold cups that covered her breasts.

Myra flashed a furious look between Shiloh and Christano. "Take your hands of her and stop this foolish behavior both of you. I swear if you take only one wrong look at her..."

"You have nothing to worry about, my little one. You're my sunshine. All others pale in comparison." The words poured seamlessly from his lips. 

Shiloh rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Climbing along a very thin ledge, naked, and only held by Myra... Lovely idea indeed," she muttered as she pushed Christano's hands away from her body and called on Shanna to help her remove the scanty armor. Once she was ready, she nodded at Christano.

"All ready, Shiloh?" His eyes perused Shiloh's naked body, his eyes lingering here and there.

"As ready as I'll ever be," she huffed before she peered at the tiny ledge, mentally envisioning her path. She sent a silent prayer to Bastian and felt his grace settle upon her. In her head, she heard his voice. 

"Never fear, my precious one. I have you. I will allow no harm to come to you. Trust in me."

Myra grabbed hold of Shiloh's hand as Christano grabbed Myra by the waist. Shiloh winked at Myra, smiling secretively before she carefully placed a foot on the edge, looming above the abyss. It was pitch black and Shiloh was certain that she don't want to know how deep it was. She heard a familiar chuckle in her head. "Oh, it's a few hundred feet deep. Jagged rocks line the bottom of the chasm. Don't think about it, though. I have you and won't let you fall."

"Bastian! Damn it all!" She cursed him under her breath, placing her feet on the little ridge between the two rooms before grabbing hold of the adjacent ledge. She hugged the wall and carefully started moving towards the room that's around the ledge. She pulled herself into the small room that held a sarcophagus. The thought of opening the coffin niggled at her in some odd way she didn't quite understand, but if it provided something that would help them on their mission here it was worth it. 

She searched the lid for a latch to open it, and noticed a vial of green acid positioned where it would break if disturbed. She made short work of disabling it, then dropping the vial into the abyss; she then picked the lock that held the sarcophagus shut. It wasn't a particularly difficult lock and came open rather quickly. 

She cautiously lifted the lid and peered inside. There were no bones, just tattered fabric and a small pouch that held a key and a belt. She wrapped the belt around her waist and tucked the key safely between it and her skin, shivering as the cold metal touched her. Then she moved back to the ledge and called out to Christano. "I found a coffin. There was a key in it. Maybe it goes to that other door I saw in the room where we fought those ghouls."

"Excellent work, Shiloh," he replied as he peered around the corner, looking for her.

"I'm ready to come back," she spoke up, looking down into the darkness before her. 

"Don't look down. I'll keep you safe!" Bastian's voice boomed in her head. Shiloh winced at his admonishment of her doubt. 

She took a deep breath and eased herself down onto the narrow ledge, still hugging the wall while reaching out for Myra's hand. Shiloh shot Myra an almost pleading look and mouthed the words, "Don't let go!"

Myra nodded, gripping her hand tightly while helping Shiloh back up to solid ground. She sighed as she sank to the floor. "That was so scary. I envisioned falling, plunging to my death."

"Fear not. I wouldn't have let you fall. You were in safe hands. Perhaps we should rest here. This room seems safe enough if we bar the door, and I can make some tea to calm our nerves. There's even some spare wood to build a small fire with as well." Christano smiled. "I'll even take watch for the better part of the night so you ladies can sleep undisturbed."

"That's the best idea you've had all day, Chris dear." Myra stalked over to the wood and began to build a fire, expediting the process with a little magic. She spread out her bedroll on one side and sat down on it, pulling from within her pack a mug and a packet of tea leaves. "Do you have our kettle?"

Christano pulled it from his pack and handed it to her along with his waterskin. "Allow me, dear. I have the tea you enjoy so much."

She smiled at him, starting to gaze into his eyes as if no one else was there until Bastian's voice entered her head once more, giving her a warning. "He's trying to think of a way to fuck not only you tonight, but Shanna as well. Possibly even Shiloh. Be on your guard."

Myra looked away, hoping she'd managed to disguise her surprise quickly enough. She should've known better. Of course he'd continue to try to get away with whatever he could as long as he thought she wasn't aware of it. 

"Will someone help me back into my armor?" Shiloh piped up, hoping to distract Christano and pull the spotlight off Myra. "Oh, I found this belt as well as the key in the coffin over there. Also, I think I may have an idea on what door the key goes to. The other door in the big room with that foul undead producing pit, I haven't the faintest why this belt was in the coffin. There were no bones, no body, nothing but these two things. Isn't that odd? Makes me wonder whether this thing has magical properties, maybe someone can examine it and do a little hocus pocus on it." 

Shiloh un-wrapped it from around her waist and held it out to Christano, who eyed her slowly before handing it to Myra. "Check it for magic, my sweet."

Shanna assisted Shiloh with her armor, slipping the pieces in place. "This is some bad ass sexy armor. I think Rhys will like it. I wanted the armor that Myra's wearing, but she found it first." Shiloh smirked to her sister, winking. 

"It doesn't leave much to the imagination, that's for sure." 

A laugh slipped from Shiloh's lips. "That's what I like about it, though." Then she turned to see Christano laying out his bedroll near Myra's. "Should we set up a watch order? I'll gladly take first watch. I am far too wound up after dangling over that chasm to sleep. Myra can take second watch. Shanna, you take third and Christano can take the last few hours."

"And just who made you the one to say who gets what watch?" The paladin challenged.

"Since you volunteered me to the dangerous stuff, I think that qualifies me as the leader. I'm the one handling the traps, the locks, and finding the way to the lower levels. And as I've mentioned before, I am a princess, after all, and am heir to my father's throne." 

Christano glared at her, mentally sizing her up. "I don't care who you are. I hired you! I'm taking first watch. You'll take the second and third and Myra will take the fourth one. She'll need her rest to renew her spells."

"Is that so, huh? Have you ever stopped to ask Myra what she wants? Maybe she'd prefer first instead of fourth? And do you think that Shanna can't take a watch? She's competent enough with a blade from what I saw earlier against those ghouls. I think she could handle it."

"I'd actually prefer first watch," Myra spoke up as she accepted a cup of tea from Christano. She hesitated while lifting the cup to her lips. 

"Don't drink it, my precious one. It's laced with herbs to make you sleep," Bastian warned her mentally.

She set it down on the floor, near the fire, switching it with Christano's, while he was occupied, arguing, with Shiloh.

"And if she takes first, will you still be taking second?"

"Yes, I'll do both. Now have we a watch order or are we going to argue all night?" Shiloh retorted back at the paladin. Disgust ate at her, causing her stomach to roll. Leaning in close to him, her eyes narrowed dangerously, while glaring at him. "Keep your hands and everything else off my sister!"

"I really don't know what you're talking about," he shrugged as he unbuckled the straps holding his breastplate together. "I protected her while we were separated from you and Myra. Why would I be interested in a child when I have my lady?"

"Why indeed?" Shiloh retorted. "I'm warning you, nevertheless. And furthermore, Shanna will take third watch. You can have the last. I think you need some sleep to improve your mood."

Christano glared at her, looking her straight in the eye. "Fourth watch, it is, but do not make the assumption that you're calling the shots."

She cocked an eyebrow at him arrogantly and chuckled. "You have no idea, do you?" Then she spread out her bedroll and sat upon it, pulling a waterskin from it. She took a long swig of the tepid liquid inside before lying down. Her eyes met Myra's momentarily and winked at her slyly.

Myra nodded in acknowledgement and sipped the tea before yawning loudly. "Good night, dear." She watched surreptitiously as Christano drained his cup, how he eyed the females around him. It was almost as if she could read his mind as his eyes lingered on Shanna and Shiloh. He licked his lips, focusing intently on Shiloh's curvy hips and well-rounded bottom. Then he moved his gaze to Shanna, drinking deeply of the parts of her anatomy that he'd come to know so well over the past day or two. 

Christano glanced around, noticing that the eyes of the three females were closed. The herbs seemed to have worked in Myra's tea. He smiled to himself and settled down, rubbing his face as a yawn slipped forth from his lips. He'd wait a while longer before waking Shanna for another lesson.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 33-35



O.O

As soon as Myra knew that switching the cups had worked, she sat up on her bedroll and nudged Shiloh. "He's asleep. Shall we wake Shanna?"

"Good idea." Shiloh nodded and leaned over her sister, softly shaking her. "Wake up. We need to talk."

A drowsy Shanna sat up, grumbling and sneering. "What for?"

"We have orders from Lord Bastian, therefore there are plans to be made," Shiloh stated as she pulled Shanna out of her bedroll and onto Myra's, where the three could huddle. "Myra?"

"He has shown me where the chalice is and how to access it. My dear Chris mustn't know we know, so for now that information will remain with me. Shanna, you're doing a wonderful job. Lord Bastian is pleased and wishes for you to continue. My eyes have been opened and I can clearly see what kind of man I've been with all these years. I want you to keep Chris distracted."

"I've enjoyed it for the most part, but I feel sorry for you that you've been with him for years. He is quite selfish in the pleasure department. My Vico is much better."

Shiloh snorted and rolled her eyes, causing Shanna to glare at her. 

"He is mine. You have Rhys!"

Myra cleared her throat. "Chris will wake soon. Be ready to play your parts. Bastian has warned me that Chris would try to sample us all because he thinks he's given me herb-laced tea. Play along for the most part. Ensnare him deeper."

"The thought gives me the chills, but if it's what Bastian wants, so be it." Shiloh grinned, winking at Myra, and was rewarded with a kiss. 

"Get some rest, Shanna. You're likely to need it." Myra said, her eyes beginning to feast on Shiloh. 

"Oh, you want some alone time, huh? Is that what you're trying to say?" The younger girl asked, her eyes flicking between to the females.

"Smart girl, so goodnight, Shanna," Shiloh smiled in affirmation at her sister and watched as she turned her back, snuggled down into her bedroll and placed a pillow over her head. 

Shiloh stood up on the bedroll and removed the pieces of her armor slowly, baring her body piece by piece to her beautiful lover, "Now for you, my sweet, I long to see all you. That armor drives me insane. It accentuates the best of you. I love your hard nipples poking up at me. They're so tempting. Makes me want to lick and suck them every moment I see them."

Myra smiled and stood up, allowing Shiloh to help her with the scant pieces. They set them aside and wrapped each other in a tight embrace, sinking down to lie upon the bedroll. Shiloh leaned her head down, and kissed Myra tenderly, savoring the sweet moment. Myra pulled back and licked her lips, smiling at Shiloh, who kissed her again, and this time she pressed her hunger back at Myra, their mouths softly biting at each other, their passions taking control. Myra touched Shiloh's breast with her free hand, and continued kissing Shiloh as she pressed her own chest forward. Myra moved her mouth to take the place of her hand, her lips an "O" over Shiloh's tight nipple, her hot breath making it even tighter. Myra's tongue began to dance over the rosy pink tip, lip-biting it in between flicks. 

Shiloh arched her back, moaning gently at the pleasure of Myra's hand finding Shiloh's pussy between her now open legs. Shiloh was wet from her delicious lubricating juices that were now flowing freely. Myra's middle finger quickly slid inside all the way to the heel of her palm, pumping hard against Shiloh's own hard rocking. Myra's mouth moved back up for a kiss, and their tongues mixed with their lips, kissing hard as Myra massaged Shiloh's weeping channel before pulling her finger out to focus on her clit. Myra's fingers played with her hard button, coating it with sexual cream.

Myra soon forgot all about being in mixed company. She focused only on Shiloh's kisses, her own probing hand, and the feeling of their bodies and breasts pressed against each other. The excitement mounted. Myra knew Shiloh was close. Myra tried to push her hand deeper into Shiloh, kissing her ever harder, and Shiloh responding with eagerness. 

And then it began. Shiloh's breath started to quiver as a rising rush built deep within her velvet sex. Shiloh kissed Myra very hard, and let herself go. She exploded, Myra's fingers guiding her energy from a tight knot between Shiloh's legs into a wave that washed up into her tummy, to her pounding chest and back out to Myra in her sucking lips. The two remained in a tight embrace longer than either could imagine. Shiloh caught her breath as Myra bestowed upon her flutter kisses, telling her how lovely she was and how happy she was to make her come.

Shiloh looked into Myra's eyes, overwhelmed with the moment of it. She is beautiful, was Shiloh's thoughts at that moment. Shiloh told her so. She kissed Myra with sheer abandon, and accepted the kiss in return with utter contentment. Myra kissed Shiloh again, their lips now entwined, only parting for their tongues to play. Shiloh ached to return the joy that Myra had just given her. She lowered her gaze to Myra's exposed nipples and leaned over and kissed first one, then the other. Myra's hands played in Shiloh's hair. Shiloh licked Myra's right nipple, and teased her left with her fingers until she switched to give her left the pleasure and her right her touch. The cleric turned high priestess's head was tilted back, and Shiloh could feel Myra's hand reaching down to play with her own pussy. 

Shiloh suddenly became jealous of that hand. "Let me," she whispered. Myra pulled her hand away, replacing it with Shiloh's. Shiloh played circles around the edges of her love lips, slipping a finger in to probe and tease her hard clit. Both were growing eager for more. Shiloh bade her to wait, her legs open, and her desires obvious. 

Myra pulled Shiloh up to her, and moved to kiss her once more, spreading Shiloh's legs further, drawn to her exposed pussy. Myra paused in front of Shiloh, drinking in the sight of the pink nether flesh. Shiloh's pussy was gorgeous; the vee of her open legs mirrored the vee of her trimmed bush. Her pussy lips were full now, and the wetness she saw was the same as the wetness she smelled, the rich aroma of a beautiful woman waiting, ready. 

Myra's lips pursed and she kissed Shiloh's nether lips softly once. Then twice. 

Then she kissed her open channel, sliding her tongue along one side, along the other, and then slipped it up to flick her wet clit, then kissing her again. Myra heard Shiloh moan. Myra began devouring her, relishing the warm lush fluid that oozed from her. She leaned back on her hands, exposing herself to her as much as she could, thrusting into her each time Myra pushed into her. Myra kissed Shiloh's sex harder, slipping her mouth all around her slick lips as Myra played with her own pussy. 

Myra continued devouring Shiloh. She ate her slow. She ate her fast, and she ate her with her lips, tongue, even with her whole face. The intensity quickened, and Myra became lost inside of her lover, savoring the flavors and aromas so new to her. Shiloh bucked once out of rhythm, then again. And then Myra felt her spasm and Shiloh's knees gripped Myra's head, letting her eat her with full attention as she came in Myra's mouth. She licked Shiloh's juices eagerly, prolonging her orgasm until it felt as though she was squirting and still Myra ate her. She devoured her until Shiloh's thrusts gradually subsided. Then the teasing licks began. Myra nibbled Shiloh's sated sex. Shiloh stroked Myra's hair as she looked into Myra's eyes.

"That was beautiful, my sweet. I never thought such passion could be possible. I shall never give you up," Shiloh vowed. "Surely Bastian won't keep us apart all the time."

"We each have a duty to fulfill, but we can enjoy the here and now. I never knew that loving another woman could be so wonderful, but you've made it so. I thank you for showing me the light."

Shiloh leaned in and kissed her softly, "Twas my pleasure." Then she noticed how Christano was beginning to stir. "We'd best not get caught like this. It could ruin everything.

O.O

Christano opened his eyes with a start. He blinked and looked around. Had he dozed off? Rubbing his face once more, he stood and shook himself thoroughly. Myra, Shiloh and Shanna all lay sleeping peacefully, their faces a rosy mask of contentment. He circled the bedrolls, gazing down at each at length. He noticed how Shiloh had completely removed her red and gold armor. The blanket rested at her waist, allowing him to look his fill, at her uncovered choice bits of flesh. His eyes lingered on her breasts, imagining how they would taste.

Kneeling beside the bedroll, he gently touched her shoulder and covered her mouth with his other hand. Shiloh instinctively reached for her weapon, glaring up at the paladin. 

"Shhh, Shiloh. I wanted to talk to you a moment in private," Christano pulled back his hand from her mouth and gazed into her eyes. He sat down before her, very close, an oily smile on his face as his hands caressed her shoulder. 

"Myra might not think twice about killing us both if she woke up right about now," Shiloh replied, pushing his hands away.

But he persisted, gripping her tighter and snickered. "Don't worry, love, she'll sleep like a log. I put herbs in her tea." His gaze drifted back to the cleric, lingered a moment on her sleeping face before he softly spoke again. "She's truly a wonderful woman, but sometimes she's so... inhibited. She needs her sleep right now," he added.

A shiver coursed through Shiloh. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend the lecherous bastard wasn't touching her. 

He ran his hands along her arms, her shoulders and her neck before caressing her hair softly. "Sweet little Shiloh, it's been hard to get close to you. You've been rather prickly. Would you pull in your thorns and allow me a taste of your petals? Can't we start over?"

Shiloh shook her head, trying to drown out the sweet words that slipped so effortlessly from his lips. Every fiber of her being screamed to slap the smug look off his face, her stomach churned at the mere thought of where she realized this talk was going. She knew he'd make another move on her again at some point. Her own thoughts raced through her head. She knew she had said she'd play along, but she just couldn't go through it. "Hands off," she warned.

"Don't be like that. Let us simply talk for a while. Tell me something about yourself. Something besides the fact that you're a princess, how did you become what you are? How did you learn the skills of such a dubious profession, being a thief? Tell me. There are many things I'd love to know. Tell me your secrets. They're safe with me. Tell me what makes you hot. Tell me how you like to fuck, how you like fucked. Tell me and I'll make your every desire a reality."

"Don't touch me!" Shiloh growled, pushing him away.

"Why? Why shouldn't I touch you? I can see it in your eyes. You want a strong hand to guide you. You long for a lover who'll take care of your every need. I can do that for you. We'd be good together. Surely you'll see it my way once you've experienced what I have for you."

"But Myra..." She scooted away from him, examining the situation. 

"...Will never know, not until the time is right," he finished the sentence for her.

"Forget it. I'm not interested in you. I have a lover that pleases me," Shiloh shuddered and tried to push him away, but Christano ignored her.

"You're so tense. Hold still." He gently massaged her shoulders.

She slapped his hands away. "I'm warning you, paladin. I said don't touch me and I mean it."

He shook his head. He would bring her to heel and teach her discipline. He would teach her. That he was sure of. "You need a strong master. I told you I could be that for you. I will have my way. You'll see. As sure as I'm standing here, it will happen."  

Christano stood up and took a few steps away from her. "Go back to sleep. I'll stand watch and guard you."

Shiloh snuggled back into her bedroll, drawing the blankets around her. She kept a watchful eye on him before drifting off to sleep again. 

O.O

She woke a few hours later to the sounds of giggling and husky breathing. The nerve of him to bed her sister when his lady was nearby, she thought to herself. She watched for a few moments as Shanna slowly rode the paladin, moving her hips very slowly. Then she smiled, glancing across the small campsite at Myra's sleeping bag. Their eyes met. The cleric nodded before closing her eyes.

And at that moment, Shiloh knew the score. Bastian obviously had a plan and for now, Myra was playing none the wiser to Christano's game.

O.O 

Shiloh lay awake as Christano moved to Myra's bedroll, crawling in between the blankets with her. Frantic kisses and whispered voices followed. With one eye open, Shiloh watched as the paladin groped Myra, plucking at her nipples with his fingers, hastily flipping her onto her hands and knees. He lifted the short red scrap of cloth that covered her bottom, exposing bare skin. He leaned in, covering her whole body with his. "I told you you'd wear this when I feed you my dick. I've missed you, my lovely."

He grabbed hold of one side of her hips, sliding in firmly behind her, guiding his swollen member along her slit. She didn't want this, couldn't bear the thought of him touching her again. 

"Not tonight, Chris. I started my menses. The cramps have been painful. I'd prefer to rest... for my spells."

Christano sighed heavily and let her go, easing her down to the bedroll. "If that's the case, then you won't mind taking care of me, will you? I've missed you badly."

"I really need to rest, dear." She lowered her eyes again. 

"Alright, you may rest this one time, but I'll be here with you." He snuggled in next to her, wrapping his arms around her tightly before closing his eyes. He knew he'd have her again soon.

O.O

Shiloh gripped the small brass key in her hand as she stood before the door. Her danger senses were tingling. Something didn't feel right, but she couldn't tell what it was. And Bastian was being uncharacteristically quiet. She had no choice but to open the door and peek past it.

As she did the first thing she noticed was the wooden bridge that spanned a deep chasm. Closing it, she glanced back at her companions. Christano cocked an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

"I get the feeling that there's danger ahead and that we're being watched. Let me scout ahead and I'll signal you when it's all clear."

Christano nodded at her, "Be careful, little Shiloh."

Shanna stamped her foot. "Why is it you get to do all the scouting? I want to go with you. You could teach me how," she whined.

"Now isn't the right time. There might be undead things out there. Let me ascertain whether there's a definite threat or not and then I can think about your lessons. I'd prefer those things be done in the relative safety of Betancuria where the guild can see to your training."

Shanna glared at her, storming back to the small room they'd rested in. Christano went after Shanna, followed by Myra. Shiloh tapped her foot impatiently before easing through the crack in the door she made. Stubborn jealous sisters, she huffed. Why do I put up with it?  

Focus, stupid, focus, she chastised herself, knowing she'd have to be as silent as a mouse to get past the skeletons that stood on platforms she'd noticed on opposite sides of the bridge. She crept across the bridge, stopping only to disable several poison gas traps. She dropped the vials over the side of the bridge and continued on until she reached a door then quickly picked the lock, opening it. She slipped inside and rested against the wall, taking a deep breath. Her heart was still beating frantically. This was some place she'd ended up. She hoped she'd never have to deal with undead ever again.

She looked around, another door stood adjacent to the one she'd just come through. She moved over to it, resting her hand on the ornate handle, which refused to turn. There didn't seem to be a keyhole on the door either. A trigger, she thought as she searched the floor, the walls and the door itself. Finally she noticed a piece of the relief on the door moved. She pressed it in and the door swung open. Smiling she crept through the door and into a large cavern. A metallic sarcophagus rested to her left while a wooden plank bridge spanned a gap directly in front of her. It was dark beyond the chasm. The dark didn't bother her. She knew there was an enhancement on the armor Bastian gave her that would help her vision in darkness. She moved to right, staying close to the wall until she came to another door.

She quickly bypassed the lock and opened it, nimbly springing out of the way as an arrow came flying at her and lodged in the wall. She glanced around, but saw no sign of an archer. It had to have been a mechanical trap she missed. Past the door was a long corridor that turned to the left a few dozen yards from where she stood. She could hear sounds of something shuffling around. She hugged the wall to avoid it and dashed to an open doorway.

Inside the small room, she found three levers. Though she couldn't be certain what they controlled, she knew they were there for a reason. She left them alone for a moment and preceded down the corridor, hiding from the heavily armored, shield wearing, big sword toting undead thing she found patrolling the hallway. She cringed at the sight of its rotten looking flesh.

"What is it?" She questioned internally, hoping for an answer from Bastian. 

"It is a death knight. Stay clear of it," he replied before going silent again.

That tells me a whole lot, she huffed and threw her arms up in the exasperation as she turned the corner once and then a second time, coming face to face with three doors. Each were locked, but showed no signs of keyholes, locks, or pressure plates. Perhaps the levers controlled them. 

She continued on, coming to one final locked door. It surprised her that she noticed a keyhole on it. This one she'd be able to unlock with her picks. She went to work on the complicated locking mechanism, she had to use two different sized lock picks at the same time in conjunction with the skeletal key in order to get it to open. She cursed under her breath before finally pushing the door open.

A glowing pillar stood in the tiny room, no bigger than five foot by five foot. A chuckle slipped forth from her lips. Her wardrobe room back at the castle had been bigger than this. The lever beckoned her and Bastian's voice joined in. "Pull it. Don't worry about the others. This one and its mate are the ones you need." 

She heeded his command and pulled the lever into the down position, noting how the bright light that surrounded it blinked out of existence. It startled her at first, and then assumed that meant it worked.

Heading back the way she came, she crossed the bridge to the other side of the chasm and turned to the right, avoiding shrouded undead creature carrying a wicked looking scythe. At the door, she once again picked the lock and disabled the arrow trap. This one wouldn't get by her. 

She moved swiftly down the long corridor, stopping every few feet to disable more of the poison gas traps she'd found to be so common in this place. She ducked into the shadows as another death knight strolled past her and held very still while it continued on its way. She moved swiftly, disabling a large trapped section of the floor, and made her way to another door. The arrow trap and lock wasn't hard to disable. She bypassed it quickly, slipping through the cracked door. Nearly coming face to face with yet another death knight and flattened herself against the wall. She held her breath until it passed by then sneaked to a nearby door, nimbly picking its lock as well. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 33-35



She squeezed her way into the small room and smiled as she saw the pillar with a lever on it. She flipped it into the down position and sneaked back the way she came. She took the time to re-lock the last door before she made her way back to the bridge. It was there she ran into Christano, Myra and Shanna.

"There's our little mouse," Christano grinned, looking her up and down.

"I was coming to get you. I told you to stay put until I gave the all clear," her eyes flashed anger and annoyance. 

"We were worried so we ran after you. We'll stay together from here on out." Christano stated. "Did you find anything?"

Shiloh shook her head. "There's a door back here that I haven't been through. I've encountered a few different kinds of undead things. There was one shrouded in cloth."

"Sounds like a Mummy." Myra rubbed her chin, thoughtfully.

"There was some kind of undead knight as well. And skeletons, too."

"I destroyed the skeletons that were back there." Myra spoke up, pointing towards the bridge. "Let's see this room, then."

Shiloh led them into the cavern room to the left, avoiding the mummy all together, though Christano vowed to destroy it as soon as possible. She let Shanna try her luck at picking the lock and disabling the trap that was there. The younger female shook with glee when she succeeded at both.

"Good job!" Christano smiled at her and stepped up to open the door. He entered the room, his eyes widening. "Finally we've reached the grave area."

"I hate to say it, dear, but this doesn't look like the tomb of the high priest. I think his final resting place would be more... ornate. Look around; there are no religious symbols. No great effigy. I would say this is the grave of a captain of the guard." 

A sigh slipped from his lips. "You are probably right. Let's check it out anyway, shall we, ladies?"

Shiloh moved to the sarcophagus and carefully lifted the lid. She pulled from within a worn leather bag and smiled. "I know what this is. It's a bag of holding. Let's see what's inside."

"Is that's all that in there? I'm not so sure grave-robbing is a very nice thing to do, especially if something's remains are still there." Myra spoke up.

"Look for yourself then. There aren't any bones. Just that bag." Shiloh sat on the floor and opened it, pulling from within a cloak and a heavy sack of coins. She smiled as she jingled the sack. "I love the sound of money!"

Shanna let out a shriek of terror as a creature climbed from within the coffin wrapped in burial shrouds over what looked to have been ornate armor and sword; the creature began swinging at Shiloh. Shiloh grunted as the blade of the large weapon connected with her shoulder pauldron, knocking her to the floor. Christano sprang to action, swinging his morningstar in a wide arc to bash the creature's head. The impact of the blow left a large jagged dent in the creature's helm, but did nothing to slow its assault on a prone Shiloh. It swung a second time, slicing a gash in her exposed thigh. She cried out in agony and rolled away, putting her companions between her and the undead abomination. Pulling his arm back, Christano swung a second time, hitting the thing in the ribs. Bone and metal flew, scattering bits through the air like shrapnel. A war cry praising the gods bellowed from the paladin's lips while he bashed the creature a third and fourth time. The spiked ball on the end the chain shattered one of the creature's arms, causing it to drop the heavy sword. It struck out with claws, raking harmlessly over the polished golden metal of Christano's armor.

It was then Myra stepped up, holding a blazing ball of light she'd channeled from Bastian's grace in her hands. She released it, watching the brilliance engulf the undead being. This allowed Christano to bash it again before Myra reduced it to dust.

Myra moved to Shiloh's side, conjuring a healing light to her hand and pressing it to the jagged wound on Shiloh's thigh. She hissed as the wound knitted, gritting her teeth and biting her lip. Pushing Myra away, she gripped the wall and struggled to her feet. The wound, though closed, pained her.

"It would be wise to be a bit more careful next time when you open a sarcophagus, Shiloh. You could've gotten yourself or any one of us killed," Christano admonished her as he watched her limp to her pack.

"Piss off, you self righteous sycophant. Don't you dare blame me for that... thing attacking us?!" She yelled back, digging through her pack for her healing draughts. Pulling one out, she popped the lip of it and took a long swig. 

"She couldn't have known that there was something hostile inside the sarcophagus, dear." Myra spoke up, eyeing the sarcophagus thoughtfully. "It seems to me that everything which has died in these caverns has turned into an undead creature. That hints at the presence of a strong evil. We have to be prepared for anything. Before that thing arose from the coffin, there was nothing in there. I saw it with my own two eyes. It was as if it was hiding from us."

"If that is so, we shall find it and destroy it! Such evil cannot be allowed existence!" Christano boomed, his voice echoing in the room. "Now are you capable of continuing, Shiloh?"

She inclined her head at him. "I'm fine now, after you." As soon as he turned his back, she smiled and winked at Myra, mouthing a sincere thank you. "There's another door across the bridge. I believe it's the one we need to go through to reach our destination."

"Onward!" The paladin proclaimed, hastening his step until he reached the door. He opened it and walked through, making his way down the long twisting turning corridor until he reached a stairwell and a door. He waited for Shiloh to catch up. 

"Are you crazy?" Shiloh chided. "You should've let me go first. You are lucky you missed the gas trap that would've filled your lungs with poison. And I would feel no pity for you." The venomous words spilled from her ruby lips like water from a broken jug.

He glared at her, staring into her eyes. "If you had done a proper scouting ahead, I wouldn't have to worry about it, now would I? Now deal with this door like I'm paying you to."

Swiftly, she extended her hand and slapped his smug commanding face as hard as she could. Then she moved to the door, unlocking it, but dodging the arrow she deliberately triggered. It hit him in a weak part of his armor, just above where the breastplate connected with the shoulder pauldron. He bellowed a cry of pain and snapped the shaft in two before yanking it out. "Myra!"

She rushed forth, summoning her strongest healing spell to her hands and pressing it to his punctured flesh. He growled at Shiloh. "Impudent wench, you did that on purpose. Once my task is done, I will see to your punishment."

She stuck her tongue at him impishly and bound down the stairs. He followed behind her, stopping in awe as they came to the large lavishly decorated hall. Great monuments stood, a solid testimony that they'd found the tomb of the high priest. Christano danced about excitedly. "The tombs, finally, this is where I know we'll find the golden chalice! Victory is at hand!"

Myra groaned behind him. "It's about time. All those undead and the fighting have worn me down terribly."

"Oh, poor pitiful you," Shiloh sneered.

"Ah, look. Miss Oh-I'm-so-tough of course has to pretend that she's not tired. Maybe you'd be exhausted as well if you didn't sleep through all our nights but stood watch every now and then, too. And look at all the times I had to heal you. We did most of the fighting and routing the undead. You and your slutty ass sister did little to help out at all." Myra shot back, her lip curling derisively. 

"And who was the one disabled all those gas traps and took care of the locked doors. After all, I thought I was here for those things, and nothing else?"

"No need to get touchy again, Shiloh. I was stating a fact."

Shiloh directed a furious glare at the cleric. She pulled one of her swords and held it to her throat. "Alright, stupid wench, make my day. One wrong move and you'll be sucking air through your neck."

"Shiloh," Shanna cried, "Have you gone mad?"

"So help me Gods if you don't sheathe your sword now, I'll be forced to smite you, wicked one. Now listen to me. We've all done an excellent job so far, and we're really close to reaching our goal, so I see absolutely no reason for quarreling. I'm giving you an order, Shiloh. Sheathe your sword." Christano shouted, his face turning beat red.

"I don't take orders from you, asshole and furthermore, your skinny ass little prude started it."

"I just said I was tired, coozie." Myra retorted as she took a step back from Shiloh's blade, bumping into Shanna.

"Small wonder, you're just skin and bones," quipped Shanna as she pushed Myra away from her, back towards Shiloh.

"Coozie, am I? You must really have a death-wish to call me that."

"You don't scare me, thief." Myra retorted. "We've faced worse things here than you'll ever be."

"Care to find out that you're undoubtedly wrong?" She waved her blade before Myra's face menacingly.

But Christano had heard enough. "All of you will stop at once, or else I'll be forced to punish all of you. I've heard enough. Now let's move on."

Myra nodded dutifully and made her way down the grand staircase. She hastened her step as she caught sight of a death knight guarding an altar sitting atop a high platform. Racing toward it with Christano on her heels, they met the undead warrior head on. The knight's glowing black sword slammed against Christano's shield, causing the paladin to stagger, but Myra was there to draw the attention of the knight. She swung her mace at the creature, connecting the head of the weapon with the creature's skull in a sickening thunk. Shiloh and Shanna joined in, surrounding it completely. 

A smash here and the crack of the whip were followed by chanted words of divinity to smite the unholy foe. Blades flashed, slicing rotten flesh. Tense moments of battle passed before a resounding crack and the spew of putrid flesh and bone echoed within the tomb. The death knight collapsed, falling to the ground as Christano swung his morningstar in a downward arc to crush its skull. To the hewn floor it went and did not stir again. 

Christano roared a cry of victory before charging up the stairs to the top of the platform. He carefully viewed the black stone altar with its encrusted layers of dark dried blood. "This is a place of utter evil. Many were sacrificed here to the foul glory of Hyath. We should destroy this vile thing."

Shiloh stood beside, glancing over the altar before moving her gaze to the basin of water to the left and the gong to the right. She cocked an eyebrow at Myra before turning her attention back to Christano. "And how are we to destroy stone?"

"With righteous might," he replied, bashing his morningstar against it. The three females scattered as chips of the black rock flew in different directions. 

"Christano dear, that will take too long. We have to find the correct tomb. From what I can see there are three different doors. Two have an odd red glow about them while the other stands open just a bit. I say we explore further. I tire of this place. I wish to be gone from here." Myra coaxed him, tugging on his arm.

He eyed her thoughtfully. "Yes, let's find the chalice and get out of here."

"What's so important about this chalice?" Shanna piped up. "It must be such great holy relic."

"It is special to the church of the Sun Lord. Truthfully a pious man puts his best effort into the quest." Christano replied as he left the platform behind.

"And I suppose recovering it will increase your standing amongst the ranks of the church," Shiloh asked, her voice a biting sneer, "Which sounds to me that you are actually no better than some of my brethren."

"Silence, wench, I've heard enough of your bile. You'll be lucky if I pay you at this rate," he retorted. "I suggest you do something to earn your keep."

"Would that consist of licking your boots and groveling for mercy?" She batted her eyelashes at him prettily.

"As a start," he scoffed at her. "Now check that door ahead."

Shiloh made a rude gesture at him before easing her way across to the door. She searched it thoroughly and opened it to reveal a room bathed in golden light. A sparkling fountain bubbled rhythmically at the rear of the room. Shiloh headed for it followed closely by Myra, Shanna and Christano. 

"How beautiful," she smiled as she knelt before it. She dipped her hand it, cupping water within her palms and brought it to her lips. It tasted sweet and refreshing, a delight upon her parched mouth and dry lips.

"That was very brave," Myra spoke up, running her hands through the water. "I believe this fountain was likely used to wash corpses before burial. A lot of cultures do that. If I am not completely wrong, this water has a cleansing effect. Delaying decay, but it might also be used to clean the effects of poison and diseases and such. After all those gas traps it may be smart to wash in it."

Shiloh grinned widely. "Taking a bath would be lovely!"

Myra removed her scant armor and placed her weapons on the ground, and then stepped into the water, letting it run over her breasts and her face. She sat down in the fountain basin, quickly washing herself all over. Her eyes sparkled with pleasure as she glanced over from Christano to Shiloh. She smiled radiantly as a soft blush covered her features.

"You're truly beautiful, my dear," Christano returned her smile, his eyes drinking in every inch of her flesh.

"Why, thank you, Chris dear." She stepped out of the water and rubbed her body dry with a length of soft toweling he handed her. Reaching into her pack, she pulled out a clean linen sleeping gown and smoothed it over her body. "All clean again. Who's next?"

"Me, I am!" Shanna piped up, wriggling out her tight black armor and bounding into the fountain. She splashed and giggled, making a show of washing her body. Her eyes lingered on Christano, inviting him forth.

"Scandalous girl, keep your eyes off my Christano!" Myra warned. "He's not interested in your shamelessness."

Shanna shot her a knowing look. "That's what you think!" Quickly the younger girl finished her bath and stepped out, drying herself. She glared at Myra and Shiloh. "Next?"

"Christano?" Shiloh spoke up, meeting his gaze levelly. 

"Ladies, first," He smiled, looking away graciously as Shiloh removed her armor and stepped into the water.

She sighed as the warmth of it engulfed her thoroughly. She sank into it heavily, allowing the water to reach her chin. There was no unpleasant smell like she thought there might be. Rather, being in the crystal clear water felt better than any water she'd ever been in. Closing her eyes, she relaxed for a moment before beginning to wash her long limbs. She giggled merrily, relishing in the luxurious sensation. She could almost picture being back in the castle again. It was truly so very nice.

"I think somebody is enjoying herself." Christano smiled, stripping off pieces of his armor until only his tunic and breeches remained. "I do believe I am next."

"Just a moment," Shiloh stated begrudgingly as she quickly finished washing. There was no way in the hells she'd allow Christano to join her. A soft groan slipped from her lips. She hated the thought of getting out so soon. For the first time in days she felt clean. Reluctantly she climbed out of the water and dried her body. She too grabbed a linen nightie and slipped into it before spreading out her bedroll. As she laid down on it, she watched as Christano peeled his tunic and stripped his breeches off then climbed into the pool as well, washing himself dutifully. A soft humming tune lilted from his lips while he dragged the sponge over his body, scrubbing his flesh clean. After a short while, he climbed back out, dried thoroughly and dressed in his tunic and breeches once again. "I think that was a perfect way to lift our spirits, ladies. I believe this is a good chance to get some rest. The area seems safe enough."

"But if we're so close to finding the chalice, shouldn't we continue our search? We could rest and celebrate afterwards. Don't you agree?" Shanna piped up, an eager grin on her face.

Shiloh took that moment to yawn pitifully.

"No, I don't agree. We are all pretty tired, especially Myra and myself. We rest. I'll hear no discussion of it." Christano barked as he spread out his bedroll. 

"That is truly the best idea you've had all day, dear. And as you've offered so graciously, you'll take the first and second watch." Myra beamed as she prepared to rest, not paying further attention to anyone. She snuggled into her blankets, closing her eyes.

"Let me guess, I get the third watch," Shiloh spoke up. "Or should Shanna take third and I'll take fourth."

"You ladies rest for now and I'll wake you when it is time for your watch." 

Shiloh nodded at him, and snuggled into her blankets. She knew sleep wouldn't come for a while. She could hear Myra's soft and regular breathing, a clear testament that the cleric was asleep. Shanna tossed and turned, punching her pillow in the search for a comfortable sleeping position. And Christano lounged beside Myra, his weapon drawn and ready on his knee. Perhaps he really wanted to prove that he was sincere in watching over them all. Or perhaps he was looking for his chance to bed each of them.

She watched him for a while before her mind wandered back to Betancuria. She wondered how the Family's fight for survival against the Dhorn was going and if they missed her presence. Truthfully she was looking forward to being back in her own apartment again. The thought of having somebody there, waiting for her, warmed her through and through. She missed Rhys, his warm smile and big warm body. Had he gotten Nicca to safety? Does he miss me, she whispered to herself. That she missed him was a certainty. He needn't know of her dalliances with Myra and her Lord Bastian. 

Home, she whispered, imagining no more fighting, no undead; just a nice fireplace, a warm bed, a nice book to read... and Rhys to welcome her. With her thoughts at peace, she drifted off to sleep.

O.O

"Shiloh, wake up." A firm hand shook her shoulder.

Shiloh grabbed one of her swords and pressed it to his neck. "Hands off," she sleepily growled.

"Crazy bitch," he hissed.

"I warned you not to touch me... ever." She sat up, still holding the blade in place at the hollow of his neck.

"It's your turn for watch," Christano chose his next few words carefully. "But I think we're pretty safe here. I haven't even heard a rat during the last couple hours." Christano backed away from her knife, sitting beside her bedroll. She noticed he'd removed his tunic and the laces on his breeches had been loosened. 

Shiloh glared at him, noticing the gleam of sweat and smell of sex still clinging to his skin. "You've had my sister again, haven't you? And now you think my legs will fall open for you as easily as hers. Think again, you knavish ill-bred tosspot!"

"And who are you to deny a man of the church?" His eyes traced from her flashing eyes to her reddened cheeks, then lower still to the slender column of her neck and the creamy skin of her exposed upper swells of her breasts. "I'm dying to have you."

Christano's hands flashed to Shiloh's voluptuous breasts, kneading them enthusiastically. Just as Shiloh was about to stick her sword into Chris, Bastian admonished her, "Are you refusing to follow my plans, my precious one? Let him have his way; then his betrayal will be complete." Shiloh reluctantly lay back on to her bedroll, submitting to Bastian's wishes.

"As you wish, my Lord!"

Christano took Shiloh's compliance for submission to his desires, he snaked his hand under her night clothes and between Shiloh's legs, immediately rubbing her bare pussy. "You're not as immune to the need for me as you think, sweet one. Don't fight it. You want it; you're already wet for me."




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 36



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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The Bleeding

The port of Betancuria neared and Shiloh was so excited to be back. She had immensely enjoyed her time on the Summer Islands in the temple with Myra. Shiloh had grown quite fond of the uptight cleric turned high priestess of Bastian. She smiled inwardly and thought of their last rendezvous on the boat together. Shiloh made sure everyone had heard Myra's cries of passion. 

She made her way up to the top deck, her brow furrowing at the intensity of rain that came down in skin drenching sheets. She shivered and drew on a cloak to cover her ceremonial armor. She much preferred the warmer, sunnier weather of the islands. Shiloh watched the sailors work as the captain guided the ship to port. They scurried about their duties like busy bees. Once the boat had docked and the sailors tied it up, Shiloh departed without Shanna. She knew Shanna wanted to spend more time with Mero and would be accompanying Myra to Sargoza with Gisele and Nyema, the two girls they rescued from petrification in the Temple of Hyath. Shiloh also knew the stop in Betancuria would be a brief one. 

As she made her way down the dock, she noticed Vico standing at the end of the pier. As she approached him, she flashed a condescending look at him. "Still keeping tabs on me?" Shiloh scoffed insolently.

"On you, hardly, where's Shanna?" He returned an insolent look of his own and gazed passed her at the ship.

"That's not any of your business, asshole, but if you must know, she's out of your reach. Stay away from my sister. That's an order!!!"

He rolled his eyes. "I don't take orders from any two bit whore, birdie. Where is she?"

"Fuck you, asshole!" Shiloh glared at him, feeling her anger building. She stepped past him and continued on her way down the docks. He whirled, bringing his hand down to slap her bottom. A crack sounded as flesh impacted flesh. She yelped as pain exploded through her nearly bare ass cheek and spun back around to face him. Rage exploded in her blue eyes, "Touch me again and I'll kill you."

His hand shot up to throat, grabbing it menacingly. He squeezed just slightly enough to let her know he could snap her neck in an instant. "It'll be a cold day in the hells if you ever manage that, birdie."

Shiloh fought the urge to flinch. She could deceive herself into thinking that he wouldn't hurt her, but that was far from the truth. They both know he was more than willing and capable of doing her great harm. He'd proved it before.

Shiloh's eyes were locked with Vico's. Part of her longed to smear it in his face that Shanna had found another lover and had moved on, her sister no longer needed the blackguard. Shiloh also knew Shanna wouldn't be back for a while. "Fuck you," she spat a second time. 

The pressure on her throat intensified. His eyes narrowed until she could only see the black pupils. 

A voice came from behind. "Let her go, Vico."

He begrudgingly removed his hand and turned toward the female to which the voice belonged. His gaze encompassed Shanna thoroughly. His eyes ran from the crown of her head to the point on her boot very slowly. That she wore similar colored armor as Shiloh didn't escape his notice. Heat flared within his dark eyes. "Shanna?"

"Come with me, Vico," Shanna instructed and led him off into one of the empty dock houses nearby. Once inside she pulled her dagger, lazily caressing the blade. 

No emotions betrayed the depth of feelings he was experiencing. Her absence forced him to realize what he had and what he really felt for the two sisters. Vico decisively knew what he wanted. "My Shanna..." he started as he moved in as close as he possibly could without touching her. "I've missed you more than anything."

Shanna shook her head doubtingly. She knew he'd come to her like this, knew he'd try to sweet talk her until she gave into what he wanted. "Don't lie to me, Vico. I don't buy it."

His hands caressed her arms gently. "Don't be like this, sweetie." 

She raised her blade and pressed the tip against the upper part of his armor's breastplate that protected his heart. "Fuck off, Vico."

The heat in his eyes turned to pure ice. "What's that whore done to you?"

A cold laugh slipped from her lips. "Don't lay the blame at Shiloh's feet. I've had my eyes opened and I don't like what I see. You're a shiftless user and I won't stand for it. I won't play second fiddle to anyone, especially my sister. So I have news for you. We're finished. I'm through with you. I've moved on. I don't need you. I don't want you and I don't love you."

Vico jerked back like he'd been burned. Rage exploded within the darkened depths of his eyes. A hiss slipped from thin lips drawn tight over his dinghy teeth, "Fuckin' cunt!"

"Fuckin' bastard," She shot back with blatant contempt. "Don't you ever come sniffin' around me again or I'll turn you into a eunuch." She made sure the point of her dagger raked over the crotch of his leather armor before she quickly backed away from him.

"As if I'd stoop so low," Vico sneered at her before he let loose a mirthless chuckle. "You'll be back begging for my dick soon enough, just like your whore sister."

She ignored his taunt and backed further away from him. Once she was at the door, she reiterated her previous taunt. "Fuck off, Vico. Your dick ain't that great. And I've found better." She slipped through the doorway and back out into the street, making her way back to the dock where Mero stood beside Shiloh. She flashed both of them a wide smile before taking hold of Mero's hand.

Shiloh returned the conspiratorial smile. She knew Shanna was in good hands. Mero would treasure her while Myra looked out for her as well. Shanna would be far away from Vico and far away from the Dhorn. Shiloh also trusted Bastian to take care of his faithful follower. "Take good care of her, Mero." Shiloh spoke up, eyeing her sister and the sailor quite fondly. Shiloh kept a close eye on them until they reached the ship. She waved one last time while the sailors readied the ship to depart. 

Shiloh didn't stay and watch the ship depart nor did she notice when Vico had left the dock house. She walked from the pier to the cobblestone street toward Drago's Warehouse. It felt good to be home, despite the run in with the blackguard. Leave it to that bastard to put his nose where it didn't belong. Shiloh shook her head as she reached for the door handle. 

Entering the warehouse, Shiloh immediately noticed how stark the room was. She found it odd that none of the crates were present. She approached one of the warehouse workers and smiled at him. "Benny, why is it so empty in here?"

The blond haired smuggler smiled at her. "Nice to see you, Shiloh, where have you been?"

"I've been away. Now quit ogling me and answer my question," she retorted, insolently. 

"Supply and demand, little girl," he replied with the shrug of his shoulders. 

"Pfft. Is Drago downstairs? I need to speak to him." Shiloh replied as she tried to figure out what was going on. Not waiting for a response she headed to the lower warehouse door and knocked, giving the password. She made her way down the stairs into the lower level; she noticed this room was also completely empty of its usual features. The crates and barrels were absent, giving the room a ghostly feel. She then noticed Drago talking to two tall men that she'd never seen before. One had short spiked black haired and piercing deep blue eyes while the other wore his light reddish brown hair in a long ponytail that swept down to the middle of his back. They both certainly were handsome devils. Her eyes raked over both men appreciatively and she flashed a seductive smile.

"Drago," Shiloh called out as she approached the dark skinned smuggler. "It's so empty here that if I didn't know better I'd think you were closing up shop and heading for more fertile pastures." 

"The Dhorn've been more persistent in tryin' ta locate us since we sacked their last treasure shipment. It wasn't wit'out loss though on our part. Two ships sunk and a third barely limped in. The Hooded One blessed us, though. Th' ship that made it back held a fair amount of booty. Now where in th' name of th' nine hells have ya been? No one has seen or heard from ya in a few weeks." Drago admonished her sharply. "Alfons's outta his head wit' worry and Vico's more bad-tempered than usual."

"I was on a mission, Drago. Nathan knew where I was, as for Vico... what I do is none of his damn business." Shiloh replied as she turned her gaze from Drago to his two handsome companions. "I'm Shiloh. I don't believe we've met."

The long haired man with stormy grey eyes stepped toward her, elbowing his dark haired companion out of the way. "Essex's the name. So what's a pretty little something like you talking to these jesters?"

She smiled her most winning smile and posed before the stormy eyed male, giving him something to look at. "Would you prefer I do something else?"

"Absolutely, you could let me get to know you better." His smile matching hers, interest twinkled in his eyes. "What's to do around here when there's no thievin' going on?"

"Oh... There's plenty to be done in the dark," she purred seductively. Her eyes took a long walk up and down his slim but finely muscled form. She couldn't remember the last time she felt such a strong attraction for the opposite sex. 

"Well, now..." He quipped with a knowing grin. "You'll have to tell me more of these things to be done in the dark." His eyes scanned her form like a jeweler appraising an exquisite piece of finery.

Not to be outdone, the other man nudged Essex back. "Name's Tony and it is very nice to meet you, my sweet. Pay no heed to the drivel spilling forth from my uncouth companion. He doesn't know how to show a beautiful female a good time." 

Her eyes moved to Tony, raking over him once again. She smiled again, though the intense feeling didn't carry over. "Nice try, Tony, but that's not for you to decide." The mischievous twinkle in her eye served to lighten the sting of the obvious rejection to the dark haired man. She winked playfully. 

Drago cleared his throat. "Shiloh, do ya need anyt'ing else because we're busy?"

"I definitely have needs, but I get the hint. The next time you go after the Dhorn shipment I want to go. I have a special interest in the treasure they're shipping since it belonged to my family. No more of the Aurelius legacy is going to end up in the hands of the Dhorn Emperor, not if I have any say in it."

Tony cocked an eyebrow at Shiloh, gleaming at her widely. "I had heard Nathan had a Royal working for him, but didn't think it was true. You must be heir to the throne of Betancuria, no?"

Shiloh met his gaze levelly. "I am, but I wouldn't broadcast if I were you. I won't be the reason the Dhorn decide to hunt the Family any harder. Additionally, I think Vico would have your balls on a silver platter if you spilled our little secret."

"Honey, if you think I'm afraid of Vico, then you're dead wrong. Vico's a pussy compared to the hardass cutthroats I deal with on a daily basis. Don't worry about ol' Tony, beautiful." 

Essex nudged Tony back, once again stepping to the forefront. "Your secret's safe. I'll ensure that," he grinned as his hand gently caressed her shoulder, lingering briefly on her soft skin.

Shiloh leaned closer, encouraging the contact. "I'll hold you to that." Then she turned back to Drago. "Has there been word whether the Dhorn cracked the last vault in the castle or if there will be more shipments?"

"Look, girlie, I don't think that's any business of yore'n. When and if we go, we'll be takin' four ships full of the bloodthirstiest men we can recruit. Nath won't allow it and neither will Alfons." Drago shook his head at Shiloh before inclining his head at his two companions and motioning to the door. "I know ya want ta recover what belonged to yer family, but once it's in our hands, it's property of The Family. And don't forget yer a part of The Family."

"The treasure, just like you, will be in very good hands," Essex winked at her.

Tony bowed before Shiloh while Essex took hold of her hand. He brought it to his lips and placed a few soft kisses to her silken skin. "I'll make it a point to see you again very soon, sweet Shiloh."

"Don't keep me waiting then," she winked and watched him walk out of the room. She turned back to the dark skinned smuggler and flashed a seductive look at him. She vowed to get her way, even if it meant using every ounce of persuasion she possessed. "Drago, who better to steal the treasure from under their noses than me," she purred as she batted her baby blues at him sweetly. Shiloh sauntered toward Drago slowly, opening the front of her armor to reveal her creamy white skin. Her milky breasts with their pink tipped nipples came into view. She pressed against his body, molding her breasts to the hard pectoral muscles of his chest. 

Drago pushed her away and cocked an eyebrow at her. He'd certainly seen and heard a lot in his day, but had never seen anything quite like that. He shook his head at her. "Girlie, ya don't wanna be messin' wit' ol' Drago like this. I be know'n what ya're. Ya're a maneater and all yer wiles won't work on me." Reaching toward her, he unceremoniously tucked her back into her armor and went about his business. 

"Now you listen to me, asshole. That treasure is mine and I will be going." Shiloh's eyes blazed crimson as her skin turned copper. Tempestuous desire for vengeance filled her completely. "If you think for one moment that you can keep me from going then you're both dead wrong. Now if you'll excuse me, I must speak to Alfons. Do not leave without me."

Drago cocked an eyebrow at her, "Gods save me from haughty bitches," he muttered. "Ya know Nath'll hear about this. I bet he already knows the royal hellion's back and behavin' like she's the bloody fuckin' Queen."

Shiloh flashed a death stare at him, made an obscene gesture with her hands and stormed into the sewers. How dare he deny me! That was her father's legacy that Dhorn had their hands on. She couldn't allow them to keep any more of it. It was an affront to the vengeance she longed to visit upon them. Shiloh quickly made her way through the dark tunnels to the hideout. She bypassed Kasha, Gina and a male guard she didn't recognize. Up the stairs she dashed, entering Alfons's office. "We need to talk."

Alfons looked up from his desk, raising an eyebrow. "About? And where in the hells have you been?"

"Ask anyone. I've been around. I was having too much fun to check in with you," she grinned wickedly. "But if you have to know, I sent a paladin to the hells."

Alfons blinked at her, his mouth gaping wide open, "You what?"

"Well I didn't actually do it myself. I helped a priestess. But that's a story for another day. I want to be on the next ship that goes after the Dhorn treasure ships. And before you start growling at me about how I know about that, just remember those greedy bastards have their hands on my family's wealth. I will not stand for that, Alfons. You have to let me go on this mission."

Alfons eyed her thoughtfully. "Shiloh, I'll have to talk to Nathan before I can allow that. I know you want to be there to see the treasure recovered, but you are too valuable of an asset for us to risk," the bushy bearded big man replied.

"I'm capable of taking care of myself," she stated confidently. 

"If Rhys were back from Illeria, I'd be more inclined to let you go. However, he had to act quickly to get his stepdaughter out of the city." Alfons rubbed his chin. "Vico will be going, but he won't play nursemaid for you."

Shiloh scoffed tersely. "I don't care about that asshole. I don't care what he will and won't do and I don't care where he is, as long as he's not up my ass." She rolled her eyes. "I don't need Rhys, either. Mark my words, Alfons. I will be on one of those four ships."

He shook his head, "Maybe."

"No maybes. I will be." She confidently turned on her heel and left the room, returning to the main part of the hideout. Mando motioned to her, calling her over.

"Hey Shiloh, it's good to see you. Would you be interested in pulling a job for me?" He smiled widely.

She smiled back, "Yes. I think I recall you asking me about it once before. What does this job entail?"

"It's a break-in, of sorts." He reached into a pouch and pulled out a flimsy red dress.

"The city mayor is having a little party tonight. Unfortunately none of us got an invite, but we did manage to intercept one of the dancing girls. I'd like you to take her place. You'll need this dress. You absolutely can't have anything else on you when you go in. Now, what I need you to steal is a statue."

"What kind of statue?" Shiloh asked, "And where will I find it?"

Mando grinned at her. "Due to the nature of the piece, you'd most likely find it near the mayor's bedroom. And make sure you don't get caught, either."

"I won't get caught, Mando." She quipped before heading over to Jacia. "Do you have any jobs available?"

Jacia smiled coldly. "Yes, I believe I do, little princess. I'm looking for someone to complete a rather difficult task. That is, if you think you're the right gal for this job...?"

"Why don't you tell me more about this difficult task and I'll tell you whether I'm interested or not," Shiloh retorted with a sneer. She had never liked Jacia or the way Jacia treated her. 

"As you may have noticed, we're having a lot of trouble with the Dhorn right now, seems like it's their personal vendetta to find us. Maybe we can reduce their enthusiasm if we remove a couple of key officers in the city. There are two Dhorn generals we have a hit out on, but I have them covered. You needn't worry about them. The task I have for you, to complete the coup, involves a young noble who's related to Emperor Dhorn himself. Now, if you could kill the lad, that'd be especially helpful to our case, I think. His name is Simon Lyonson," Jacia purred as a malevolent grin crossed her face. 

"Simon, you say? And where would I find this Simon?" Shiloh asked.

"He's staying in one of the larger mansions on the Isle of Men. Though rumor has it he can occasionally be found at Tald's Tavern located in the western end of the city. Look him up and do whatever it takes to make him dead. Oh, if you'd be so kind, bring me his head that you've killed him as proof. Complete this for me and I'll make your reward worthwhile."

"Consider it done."

After walking away from Jacia's little corner of the hideout, Shiloh approached Dalino and began to sell off many of the items she'd acquired during her time on Summer Island and the Temple of Hyath and purchased from him a ring with a substantial protective enhancement on it and a pair of gloves that enhanced her natural dexterity. 

Leaving the hideout behind, Shiloh headed north through the sewer tunnels, making her way to the entrance she knew would take her up into the common room of the Nathan's restaurant. She encountered nothing, not even a rat, in the crossing.

Shiloh climbed the ladder and crept through the common room. The lunch crowd had come and gone. It wasn't quite time for the dinner crowd yet either. The patrons that sat eating a hearty meal seemed to pay little attention to her. That worked to her advantage. Up two short flights of stairs she climbed before heading to Nathan's office. She nodded at Warent and Wesh as she made her way passed them and into Nathan's office. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 36



Shiloh put a smile on her face as she caught sight of Tony and Essex with Nathan. She winked at Essex and cleared her throat, drawing Nathan's attention to her. "One moment, Shiloh," he bade her and turned back to the handsome smugglers. "Do whatever it takes to pull off the mission. I want that shipment in our hands. It'll be a substantial pay-day for us."

Nathan continued to give orders, but Shiloh walked out of the older man's office, cocking her head at Essex as she went. He followed and moved fairly close to her. "What can I do for you?" A wicked smile crossed his face.

"I can think of plenty," she murmured and closed the gap between them, "If you're bold enough."

A chuckle slipped forth from his lips. "That shouldn't be a problem, especially if you have time to let me prove it to you."

She grinned. "What about later tonight?"

"Would be my pleasure," Essex moved his hands up her arms to caress her shoulders once more. He pulled her in, feeling the breastplate of her revealing armor touch his chest, and touched her temple, trailed his fingers down over her cheek to the corner of her mouth, and then followed the line of her jaw to her earlobe. His movements were unhurried and deliberate. He inclined his head and brushed his lips against hers, not a full kiss but a light, tender brushing. 

She purred against his mouth, as a vision of torn clothing and frantically seeking hands and eager, open mouths and bodies falling together in a writhing tangle filled her mind. She eagerly would have welcomed that ... but this, this slow and sweet almost-kiss ... the tender touch on her earlobe ...this was heaven.

He breathed her name against her lips. "Shiloh..."

The sound of a clearing throat broke the rapture that bound them together. Her eyes went wide as she pulled away from the man who'd drawn her in. Composing herself, she returned to Nathan. The magnetism the stormy eyed male exuded had left her shaken, drawing her in and left her aching for another taste. 

"Master Nathan," Shiloh curtseyed, dropping down to one knee. Essex made his way back to stand near Tony, but his eyes remained on Shiloh. 

Tony inclined his head, "And what about her?" He motioned to Shiloh. "She seemed to think Drago would let her go with us."

Nathan turned his gaze to Shiloh. Their eyes met evenly. "It's not up to Drago whether or not I allow you to go on such a dangerous mission. In fact, I think the risk involved is far too great."

"I know the risks involved, but might I remind you that it was I that gave you the information for the last mission. We have to act quickly. I also remind you that I will not allow any more of my family's treasure to end up in Dhorn hands. That is my legacy they're shipping to the Emperor. It's my last hope of regaining the throne of Betancuria in my family's name. I won't stand by and do nothing."

"What good is your legacy if you're not alive to claim it?" Nathan cocked an eyebrow at her careful tone. He sensed the anger that simmered just below the surface. He rubbed his chin and contemplated why she hadn't begun making her demands like usual. He could only surmise that it had to do with Tony or Essex's presence in the room.

She bowed her head momentarily as she gathered up all her stray thoughts and emotions to form them into something solid. "I'm not some delicate little flower or your royal protégée. I have proved I can stand on my own two feet under different circumstances and on different occasions. I need to do this. That's my legacy out there. Do you have any idea what recovering that could do for all of us? It could give us the means to overthrow the Dhorn. It could give us the chance to recruit new members, people that aren't afraid of the Dhorn. I'm not interested in finishing what my father started. His reasons were for his own selfish glory. I'm not interested in selfish glory. We should find another way to undermine the Dhorn. Please, let me help. I'm not same person Vico brought in here all those months ago. I need to do this, Sir. Please. I just want to be a part of it."

Nathan sat back and eyed her methodically. He glanced over her flushed skin, the red and gold ceremonial armor, the odd red tattoo that ringed her navel, and finally to the red leather thigh high boots. He pursed his lips for a moment before speaking, "How did you become like this, Shiloh? You need not walk Vico's path."

"I walk the path to vengeance. Not just with dear Vico, but with the Dhorn. One day they will both feel my wrath, one sooner than the other. How can you deny me what I desire? How can you deny me vengeance over the Dhorn?"

Tony took that moment to speak up. "Let her come. We'll keep an eye on her."

"See, I'll be in good hands," she grinned. "And I'll be very careful. I won't get caught." 

Tony nodded at her and inclined his head at Nathan. "I have no problem with her coming along. From all the talk I've heard about her fights with Vico, I have no doubt she could hold her own when we're out there."

"I'll think on it. We still have much planning to do. I'll let you know, Shiloh. Now did you need anything else?" Nathan wryly replied. 

"I need to speak to you in private, Master Nathan, if you have a moment."

Nathan nodded and sent a glance at Tony. "We'll discuss matters concerning that mission later. As for the current one, do as I told you. Whatever it takes, Tony. No mistakes."

Tony inclined his head. "Consider it done."

Shiloh smiled and watched both Tony and Essex leave. She waited until they were out of earshot before she spoke again. "Despite Tony's recommendation, are you going to let me go or not? If not, I'll sneak aboard one of the ships. The sailors at the harbor will tell me whatever I need to know." 

Nathan's cold eyes penetrated her. "I might be more inclined to allow you to go if you hadn't stormed in on Drago and behaved so rudely. This is my guild, Shiloh, which means you will abide by my rules. Also it's clear that the 'hands off' restriction isn't being followed, especially since you were attempting to seduce a man you've only just met. However, I think the proper mission for you to focus on is opening that secret castle vault. Alfons relayed the details you gave him. It would be beneficial if it this mission was undertaken soon, but as you know neither Vico nor Rhys are available at the moment."

"Rhys doesn't need to go with me after all. He stands out too much, which may be a liability to me. I'd hate myself if the Dhorn caught him again. As for Vico, he would be sufficient enough backup, if I can restrain myself from wanting to kill him." Shiloh replied as she rubbed her hands over her face. "But I don't think that would be a very good idea. We'd just end up fighting. I saw him earlier at the docks and a confrontation ensued. Shanna ended their relationship and he didn't take it very well. She's out of his reach for now as well."

"I see. That's out of the question. I can't risk both of you being caught. We'll talk further about the castle mission. I haven't made up my mind whether or not I'll allow you to go on the treasure recovery mission. But I'll let you know."

"Thank you, Master Nathan, I won't disappoint you." She curtseyed before him and left the room. She stopped only to swat Warent on the backside as she passed by him. He chuckled at her antics, knowing what a fierce contradiction she was, sometimes playful and sometimes serious, chaotic and caring at the same time. How could someone be so violent yet so soft? And so special that everything around her craved her presence? If only she wasn't such a handful.

O.O

Upon leaving the Bear Pit through the trap door off the main dining room, Shiloh headed in the direction of the hideout. She had much to prepare for before tonight. 

Shiloh knew she should return to her apartment to bathe and change into the dancer's dress Mando had given her for mayor's party later this evening, but the thought of traipsing through the pouring rain made her decision for her. Perhaps a brief stop at Vico's place downstairs would provide the chance to clean up. She hoped he wouldn't be there. She scoffed at the thought that entered her mind. Perhaps he was off licking his wounds somewhere since Shanna broke off the relationship. 

The imp inside her cackled and she hurried along, quickly making her way to the hallway leading up to the hideout and torch bracket on the wall. Pulling it she opened the panel just wide enough for her to slip through. Closing it behind her, she made her way to his bedroom.

The air within the room was stale and smelled of... feet. Shiloh's nose crinkled at the foul stench. She lit a candle that smelled of lavender and vanilla, two effeminate scents, but ones that pleased her. She thought back to when she'd brought the candle here. It had gone unburned ever since. With a sigh, she poured tepid water into kettle she hooked over the low flame burning within the fireplace. Tossing a few small pieces of wood in, she waited and watched as the flames grew. Soon the water would get hot and she could bathe. 

Once the water had reached a warm temperature, she pulled the kettle from the fire and poured it into the chipped ceramic bowl Vico used for washing. She disrobed and bathed her body before clothing herself in the scant dress Mando had given her. The red scrap of nearly see-through material left little to the imagination and she instinctively knew what kind of party the mayor had to be throwing. 

It made her feel incredibly feminine and sexy. She started to hum as she viewed herself in the dress. Pulling both her blades, she began to dance before the mirror, watching her every move. She swayed and gyrated, her rhythmic steps spoke of sensual grace while she twirled the swords in her hands. Her movements were unhurried and elegant yet utterly mesmerizing and beautiful.

Her body swayed slowly to her own seductive humming, a tune that seeped into her senses, bringing her alive, awake to the very moment. Her hands twined in one intricate position and then another, the swords in her grasp sweeping around her body with measured control. Her arms intertwined with one another. Her torso gyrated, swaying to and fro as she mimicked movements of swordplay. She twirled about, the long strands of her blonde hair swinging free, bouncing and cascading over her shoulders, as she undulated her body in a symbolic display of power and grace.

The sound of someone clearing their throat stopped her dead in her tracks. Shiloh's head snapped around, her body twisting to see who had disturbed her. She sheathed her swords. A snarling sound closely followed. 

"What are you doing?" Vico's eyes were emotionless and icy on the surface, but the black centers burned from within like the fathomless pits of hell. His voice was choked with disdain. "I thought I'd made it clear to you that you're never welcome here."

His words hit her like a slap. He'd spoken those words to her many times, but she'd never really believed them. This time was different. His dark eyes mirrored the look on his face. His rigid demeanor spoke volumes to her. There was more to his anger than just her being here. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt not only was he implying that she didn't belong in his place of refuge, but that she also couldn't begin to understand the depth of his feelings where Shanna was concerned. He resented her for thinking she knew what would make him happy. It was clearly written all over his handsome scruffy face. To lose her a second time, not to death but to another man, was harder than the first time around.

"Shanna made the choice on her own," Shiloh angrily retorted. Her eyes blazed red with rage. "You have only yourself to blame."

His eyes narrowed dangerously. "I blame you."

"You hurt her worse than I ever did. You with your indecisiveness over which one of us you wanted more, you tore her heart to shreds when you stood in front of her and admitted it was me you loved."

Vico shot her an insolent look. "How much did you hurt her? Would you have ever told her the truth? I don't buy the 'concerned sister' act. Why would I believe that you ever gave a damn about her? The only reason you brought her back was a ploy to draw my attention to you."

Tears stung in her eyes at his harsh words, despite the fact that she'd often heard much worse from him. His belittling words had left deep scars upon her tattered soul. They cut her to the quick, straight into the heart of the matter. "Why must you constantly think the worst of me? Why do you do that?"

Vico shrugged nonchalantly. "Do what?"

"Cruelly treat me like you've never given a damn about me. You make a habit of denying everything we ever had. You act like you don't need a damn thing from anyone."

He clenched his jaw as a muscle ticked in his cheek. "I don't need a damn thing," he flashed a look of open scorn at her, "Especially you."

She cried out in exasperation. "So that's just how it's always going to be. Big bad Vico, not affected by any emotions, big tough guy, eh? You take just what you want, when you want."

"Why should I give a rat's ass about a whore like you? I've had you."

The contemptuous retort didn't merit a response from her. Shiloh knew Vico was trying to bait her. She let it go, continuing to glare at him. She could've screamed at him, reminding him that a large part of the blame rested on his shoulders for what she had become. She could have laid endless tales of how he'd hurt her repeatedly at his feet, but it seemed pointless at this moment. Vico would never accept responsibility for his part of what she'd become. "Gods, you wear your bitterness like a shield to protect yourself. You hide behind your brooding and your anger like coward who's afraid to get caught experiencing some human warmth. Someone offers you love and you push them away. There's nothing wrong with accepting that someone loves you more than anything."

Vico scoffed at her. "You don't have a clue what love is, cunt. You taught me that. You showed me I couldn't trust you to let you out of my sight. You brought this on, not me. Now get out of my sight, whore."

Shiloh's eyes flashed an even deeper shade of crimson. "I'm not a whore," she moved with the speed of lightning toward him. Thinking Shiloh's rapid advance meant she was about to attack, Vico drew forth Kinslayer and his dagger in an attempt to quickly run her through. However, Shiloh feinted to Vico's right as she pulled her blades and slashed at his throat before he had time to further react. Darksbane nicked him and drew a line of blood. For a split second she lifted her index and middle finger from the hilt of her left hand blade and smeared them through his blood and then displayed it to him as he snarled out of rage. 

Shiloh wasted no time. She tumbled out of his reach, making her way to the door. She found it partially open and ducked through. Her long legs ate up the distance she traveled the stairs to the hideout. She knew Vico was behind her. She could hear his harsh breath and even harsher guttural words spoke in the abyssal tongue. She tumbled through the doorway and cartwheeled into the main room. This put her near the table. She leapt onto it and faced Vico who stood before her. His teeth were bared menacingly. His eyes still burned with rage; his weapons still at hand. The glow emanating from Kinslayer's blade matched the glow in Shiloh's eyes. 

"You are dead, bitch. You just don't know it yet." The snarl that came from his throat caused the hair to stand up on the back of the neck of everyone who watched.

Shiloh twirled her swords nimbly within her hands. "I'm not afraid of you and I'm more than prepared to prove it. Come on, tough guy. Fight me."

Vico laughed at her. "You have no hope in the hells of beating me on your own and you know it. We both do, surrender, little girl, before I yank you down from there and spank you, right before I finish you off."

Her first kick hit him square in the chest while she landed the other upon his chin. However as he was going down, Vico kicked the leg out from the table. The table crashed below her, bringing her down with it. She landed on her bottom, cursing roughly as Vico lay sprawled out on the floor in front of her. She shook off the slight wave of dizziness from her fall and sprang to her feet, meeting him head on as he lunged at her, his swords leading the way. 

She threw her arms forward, blocking Kinslayer with both Darkstar and Darksbane. "We'll see who gets spanked, asshole," she retorted before lashing out at Vico with both of her blades. She missed him with both attacks then feinted to the left, slashing again at him with Darksbane, only to have it blocked by Kinslayer. She then sliced across Vico's stomach with Darkstar, with her off hand. The blade struck, but did not penetrate his black leather armor. Vico laughed at her and thrust with both his dagger and the glowing red blade of Kinslayer. Shiloh blocked the longsword and parried the attack from his dagger. Tumbling away and moving into a defensive crouch, she watched the blackguard as he approached. He thrust and she parried once more. Metal rang on metal. 

All around her Shiloh could hear the voices of the onlookers. At Dalino's table, bets were now being made on the outcome of the fight. Shiloh tumbled away once again, her long legs flying through the air. Landing on her feet, she danced nimbly away from a guild member whose name she didn't know. The guild member grabbed hold of her hair and reeled her backwards. Shiloh squawked as burning pain ripped through her scalp. He wrapped his arm around her middle, intent of handing her over to Vico. 

"Teach the bitch a lesson," he sneered before Shiloh forced herself to go limp in his embrace. She slithered out of his hold and crouched before him. As she stood back up, she stomped his foot, grabbed hold of his ears and nearly laid him out as her knee connected with his face. She twisted his limp body around, shoving him towards the advancing Vico. The gathering crowd took note of the pure unchecked determination burning in Shiloh's eyes.

The amount on the bets increased as Vico summoned a red ball of sucking energy and thrust it straight at Shiloh's chest; only her quick reflexes saved her from absorbing the blow. She then thrust both blades at Vico. One sliced his cheek open while the other nicked his jaw. She cursed then aimed at his neck again. He parried her next slashes with Kinslayer before slicing across the upper chest with his dagger.

Shiloh hissed and tumbled away. The confines of the room were too close. She needed a more open space to continue this, but Vico wasn't about to give up. Not when he had the little bitch where he wanted her.

Kinslayer crashed against Darksbane and sparks flew. Three more horrifyingly fast raking slashes later found Shiloh in a corner with little hope of escape. Vico let his dagger drop to quickly grip her throat, holding her in place. "If you think just because I've fucked you that I won't kill you, you're dumber than I ever thought."

Shiloh closed her eyes as she felt his arm moving. She felt the cold steel of his sword against her skin. She bit her tongue to keep from crying out. She knew he'd kill her, but she wouldn't go down without a fight. 

As Vico attempted to shove Kinslayer through her shoulder, Shiloh drew her knee up; she rammed it onto his crotch with all the force she could muster. Vico hissed. She cried out in delight as Kinslayer lodged in the wall behind her. She tumbled away from him as he furiously tried to yank the blade out. Run, her mind coaxed even as the steady mantra of Bastian's demands of Rip him, kill him, bleed him echoed through her. 

She fled to the stairs, dodging guild members, while Vico managed to dislodge his blade then followed quickly on her heels. As soon as they reached the open confines of the sewers, she whirled on him, sinking Darkstar into his ribcage. He hissed and spit blood in her face. Shiloh felt a surge of vigor sweep through her. She jerked away from him, bringing both her swords up for a finishing blow. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 36



Vico lunged at her, though favoring his side. Blood poured from the wound. Shiloh dodged to avoid it, but felt the sting of his blade cut her arm. She suffered the nick and hissed. Feinting to the left, Shiloh ducked into the shadows and quickly plotted her next few moves against the more experienced foe. Vico whirled about as obscenities spilled from his lips. His eyes glanced through the dark areas as his blade defensively slashed the empty air searching for her.

But Shiloh was ever on the move. She slipped from shadow to shadow, constantly evading his defensive slashing. Her next strike was low, tumbling past him and rending a deep gash upon his thigh. She continued her roll, finding her feet, and feinted again to the left while she remained one step ahead of him. Shiloh kept it everpresent in her mind she couldn't fight Vico toe to toe. It would surely mean her death. She needed to put him in his place. She needed to show him she could stand on her own, that she didn't need him anymore. All the while the steady command of rip him, kill him, bleed him still echoed through every fiber of her being. She continued blocking it out, ignoring her patron Lord's edict. There would certainly be the hells to pay, but for this fight, she did what was right for her. 

The spectators had made their way out of the hideout as they continued to watch the two foes battle. The noise level increased as the shouts of the onlookers grew beyond a steady din. Shiloh avoided getting close to the crowd as she weaved her way through the shadows. She tumbled toward the plank bridge, needing to put distance between herself, the mob, and Vico as well. Breaking away, she dashed to the last door that separated the hideout from the rest of the sewer system. 

The smell of rancid water below her hastened her step, lending speed to her flight. Dashing through the doorway, she made her way into the open space then blended amongst the shadows. She waited to strike, lashing out at Vico as he grew near. Feinting away, she slashed Darksbane in a swift motion. The finely honed blade opened a wicked gash down the length of Vico's thigh as hard tempered steel met soft yielding flesh. She heard his hiss of pain as a string of obscenities that came forth from his lips and scalded her ears. He swept Kinslayer around his body in a wide arc, but Shiloh feinted to the right this time and slashed Darkstar across his bicep just beneath the shoulder pauldron. 

Quickly she whirled gracefully upon the balls of her feet behind him, using her momentum to thrust Darksbane deep into his ribs again, piercing the leather of his armor. Vico's body lurched. He sucked in a shallow breath and went down to his knees. Completing the circuit around him, she raised her foot and planted it squarely in the middle of his chest, knocking him onto his back. His head smacking the stone floor with a sickening thud brought cries of dismay from the gathered crowd along with groans of disappointment. 

Shiloh straddled his chest, her blade poised above Vico's heart. Though defeated, Vico's eyes bore into her with the usual ferocity. He growled at her, "What are you waiting for? Finish it!"

The lust for blood scorched Shiloh, momentarily blinding her to everything but the man beneath her. A single thrust of her sword would spill Vico's lifeblood onto the stone floor, forever ending their bitter relationship. She could do it. A chant of make your oath and deliver him unto me started to echo in her mind as Bastian demanded she do it. She momentarily pulled a hand off Darksbane and touched the whip at her side then resumed her grip. It would all too easy. She'd sapped his will to fight. 

Her lips curled into thin lines over her perfect white teeth as a humorless laugh slipped from her lips, "You aren't worth it. I've proven you no longer have any hold on me. I've beaten you fair and square." Her sparkling baby blues glared down into his pitch black eyes, showing him she hadn't needed anything but her own skill to bring him to bitter defeat.

O.O

As Alfons approached cautiously, the expression on his stern face was a mix of anger and concern. He focused on the scene before him as Shiloh straddled Vico's chest, her blade poised above the blackguard's heart. Alfons's attention was drawn to the ceremonial pose she exhibited. Her blade held tightly in both hands above her head. Then he heard their words and watched as she simply stood up, leaving Vico bleeding at her feet, and walked away. Shiloh disappeared into the darkness of the sewage tunnels. 

Alfons yelled at the eager onlookers to carefully carry Vico back to the hideout, where bandages and healing potions were brought forth to patch the fallen blackguard's wounds. No one spoke, but Alfons knew money was still changing hands. No one ever thought Shiloh could defeat Vico. No one ever thought they'd ever witness the blackguard being defeated so quickly. Mando, Pett and Tarleth grinned widely as they counted the winnings they split for betting on Shiloh. 

Alfons roared like the bear he was often compared to, "Would you still be counting your winnings if one of them had died?" 

"You know we wouldn't be, if that were the case," Mando replied somewhat sheepishly as he stashed his share away. He sat down near Vico. "This is something we never thought we'd ever witness. That was one hell of a fight."

Vico groaned as Cynn sat on the other side of the bed, stitching up one of the wounds on his thigh. Though he wore a surly expression on his face, he was too weak to do anything but snarl at everyone. The bitch had succeeded in defeating him and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

O.O

Shiloh hustled through the sewers, drinking a few healing potions to hasten the mending of her suffered wounds, and exited when she reached the ladder that would take her to The Bear Pit. Though she knew Nathan would know about her fight with Vico, she knew if she came forth and confessed that perhaps he wouldn't be as mad at her. The truth of the matter would work in her favor she hoped. Vico had started the altercation. She merely defended herself and finished it.

She dashed through the restaurant and up two flights of stairs to Master Nathan's office. She teasingly grabbed Warent as she passed by him and planted a solid kiss on the blonds' lips. With a wink, she pulled back and entered the office. She smiled as she curtseyed before Nathan. 

Nathan flashed another one of his stern glances before speaking. "Shiloh, would you care to explain why you were fighting with Vico when I have time and time again strictly forbid it? Were you looking to take Vico's position as Enforcer? Didn't I tell you that you needn't walk his path?"

She bobbed a secondary curtsy before taking a seat before him. "The truth is Vico started it. He attacked me. I was defending myself. I felt it was the right time to put him in his place. He started it and I ended it. I told you he's pissed because Shanna ended their relationship. Thus he blamed me for whole affair. She's met someone that she's happier with. As for why she isn't in Betancuria with me, she continued on to Sargoza with Lady Myra, the priestess we accompanied to the temple on the Summer Islands. Shanna thought it was best to go with her." Shiloh explained, though she thought it was best to leave out details about founding Bastian's temple. "While in the temple on the Summer Islands, we made a discovery. There were two girls who had been petrified for a very long time. Shanna went with Lady Myra to help the two girls readjust to life again. And well, Shanna's new lover went with her."

"That doesn't tell me a bit about what occurred between you and Vico?"

"I know it doesn't, but all I can tell you is he was pissed that I was in his apartment getting cleaned up before I headed off to Mando's job tonight. I shouldn't have been in there. I should've come back here or gone to my own apartment, but I didn't. I'm somewhat hesitant to go back to my own apartment. Part of me is afraid of what I might find. Rhys and I aren't working out. I've realized he's just not for me."

Nathan flashed an impatient look at her. 

"I know I disobeyed you when you told me that there was to be no more fighting between Vico and myself, but I had to defend myself. I hope he'll think twice about attacking me again. Furthermore, taking his place as your enforcer never entered my mind, I don't want the job! I could've killed him and had my vengeance, but I didn't."

"Did you have to practically bleed him dry? Reports say you stabbed Vico in the ribs twice, twice to the leg, and once to the arm. It's going to take awhile for him to recover. Tell me this wasn't paybacks for what he did to you the night at the Wharf?"

"It's not, honestly. Payback never entered my mind. It's true that I'm tired of the way he thinks he can treat me, but I've put that behind me." Shiloh replied as she shook her head. "I intend to stay away from him. I have a couple jobs to finish for Mando and Jacia. I'd like to also crack the hidden castle vault soon. I know Rhys isn't back yet and so he can't go with me, with Vico out of commission for the time being, I guess I should go on my own."

"First off, you are to stay away from the hideout for a while, other than to report to Mando and Jacia for your payment once you've completed the jobs they've given you. Secondly, there absolutely, positively will be no further fighting between you and Vico. If I hear of anything else like this, whoever started the fight will leave the Family and will never be allowed back. That also means you are, under no circumstances, to go into Vico's apartment. Thirdly, I won't allow you to go into that castle alone. It's far too risky. Our informants tell me that the Dhorn are in an uproar over our last coup. Their efforts to find us have multiplied. I'm taking every precaution that I can to not draw any unnecessary attention. That especially includes you, Shiloh. I do have someone that is willing to go with you into the castle, someone who is also willing to join the family."

"Who?" Shiloh asked curiously. 

"I'll let you know when the time is right," he replied. "Is there anything else you need?"

She shook her head. "That'll be all for today." Shiloh curtseyed and left the office. She headed straight to the kitchens and helped herself to a bowl of Chella's stew, a thick slice of bread and a mug of ale. She sat at the table in the kitchen and dug into the hearty meal. Chella bustled over and took a seat in the chair next to Shiloh. 

"Oh, my little Shiloh, I'm so happy to see you safe and sound. You're looking awful thin again. Have you been eating properly?" Chella's eagle eyes missed nothing. The plump woman clucked her tongue. "Don't you have any other clothing to wear? That dress is scandalous."

"I have to wear this, Chella. It's part of a job I'm getting ready to do for Mando." Shiloh replied, beaming a warm smile at the older matron. "I've missed you."

"Just as I've missed you, my dear, I want you to eat everything on your plate. You're too thin as it is."

Shiloh smiled again, "Still fussing like a mother hen over me?" 

"Someone has to." Chella returned the warm smile with one of her own. "I'd best get back to work. I have to make sure my lazy workers get their jobs done."

Shiloh watched as Chella bustled off and began giving orders again. She smiled then dug into her hearty meal, making sure she didn't dribble any of the thick broth down the front of her dress. When she was finished, she washed the dishes and made her way back for the sewers. She knew it would be time to make an appearance at the mayor's party soon.

O.O

As Shiloh neared the hideout and the ladder to the ruined house where Stan, the doorkeeper, could usually be found, a hand swept out of the shadows and pulled her into the darkened depths. A startled yelp sounded as she found herself pressed against a wall. She struggled against the strong hands that held her in place.

"Shhh," a silky voice purred. "I mean no harm." 

Shiloh ceased her struggles, recognizing the smooth low tone. A small noise slipped from her throat. "When I said tonight, it didn't think it would come so soon," she replied softly. She knew who had so intimately sandwiched her between himself and the cold stone of the wall.

Soft lips nibbled at her earlobe. "I couldn't wait that long to have such sweetness," he murmured. "I had to take another taste."

"How'd you know where to find me?" Shiloh whispered and tangled her fingers into his hair. 

"I have my ways." He skimmed his lips across her cheek until he came to the corner of her mouth. "I've learned much about you, pretty one."

"Such as?"

He watched her lips form the words, his mouth hovering mere inches from hers.

Then his lips pressed to hers, claiming them completely, giving fire, heat and passion, demanding it in return. He kissed her deeply, stealing her breath and coaxing her lips apart. Then he tasted her, as he had longed to do, using his tongue he thrust and withdrew, all the while savoring the sweetness of her mouth. He pulled back, allowing his hands to take over. "You've been avoiding the surface. Why? Are you so sweet that water might melt you?"

Shiloh chuckled softly, "I'd prefer not to be seen. There's anonymity in the dark depths of the sewers. You should understand that."

The low timbre of an answering chuckle followed, "More than you know." His fingers skimmed the length of her arms before moving to her small waist. He lingered in that spot for a brief moment before slipping his fingers beneath the waistband. His fingers skimmed over her hipbone before sliding down to cup one taut cheek of her ass. He pulled her as close as possible, allowing her to feel the swell of his arousal against her belly. 

Shiloh moaned against his mouth and gasped his name. The hardened tips of her breasts poked into his chest. She could feel the wetness gathering between her nether lips, "Touch me... please..." The ragged plea that slipped from her parted lips was music to his ears. He started to part her legs gently as she opened herself for him, begging for his touch. He obliged, finding her soaked. She groaned as she felt his fingers breach her lower lips.

She moaned, arching her hips to meet his fingers, overcome with need. She let out a soft dreamy sigh as his fingers gently ran along her sensitive nether lips, his index finger teasing her aching clit. Shiloh couldn't stand much more of this torture and ran her hands along his body, pulling his mouth to hers, kissing him hungrily. He moaned into her mouth as she ran her nails down his back. Her lips parted from his. She nipped his neck as he drove two fingers into her weeping channel, making her arch in surprise and pleasure. He thrust his fingers into her hard and fast once more, curling his fingers inside her and rubbing against her inner pleasure spot, causing her wet walls to tremble and tighten around his fingers. He knew she was close to orgasm and rubbed hard on her tender clit. Her mind screamed with pleasure as his fingers threw her to an intense orgasm, her channel tightened completely around his fingers, her female juices dripping over his hand. He slowed his rhythm to a gentle stroking, letting her come down from her high.

"Gods..." Shiloh trembled as her knees threatened to buckle. "Essex... what did you do to me?"

"Just getting to know you, beautiful," he whispered in her ear before he withdrew his fingers. His kiss was gentle but insistent, his tongue sweeping between her teeth to tangle with hers. "I like what I've discovered so far." His fingers delved into the heavy fall of her hair and tipped her head back to accept the tenderness of a kiss. His kiss, exquisitely branding her with lips of fire, scorched her body hotter than before. 

Shiloh shook like a leaf before she wrapped herself around his body, clutching him tightly. "If you intend to keep this up, I doubt I'll make the job I'm supposed to pull tonight."

Essex placed one final kiss on her temple and chuckled. "I certainly wouldn't want you to make the boss look bad," he replied. "Meet me here afterwards. I'll make it worth your while."

"It's a date then." Shiloh winked as she straightened her clothing, composing herself.

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The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 37-39



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Shiloh climbed up the ladder into the ruined house. She smiled warmly at Stan as a radiant glow clung to her skin. Her body still thrummed from Essex's tender ministrations. She looked forward to seeing him again and couldn't wait for another pleasurable encounter with the stormy eyed male. 

"Hello, Miss Shiloh," Stan greeted her with a fond smile. "Heading out?"

"Yes," she replied and set her haversack upon the low dresser that sat in front of a rickety bed. "Can you make sure no one bothers my things?"

"Never fear, Miss Shiloh, your belongings are safe with Ol' Stan," he replied and flashed a nearly toothless grin.

Shiloh opened one of the drawers within the dresser and placed her haversack. Next she removed everything but her rings, dress and dancing slippers from her body and placed those things in the drawer. She slipped a folded black square of cloth, which was actually the portable hole Dalino had given her, inside of her shoe. "Thank you, Stan. I'll be back in a few hours most likely." 

She headed out the door and into the rain, dashing down the short street to the bridge separating the Isle of Men from the rest of the South Ward. As she approached the largest mansion, she recalled the day her father had brought her to this very same house to introduce her to other members of Betancuria's nobility. She remembered Lord Aubrey's brother, Aleksander very well. He had been one of her suitors, one of the slightly older men her father had considered for a husband. Pain shot through her heart as she thought of how the Betancurian nobility had died at the hands of the Dhorn along with her family to cleanse the city of the vestiges of its ruling class.

She sighed heavily before continuing on. Standing beneath an awning near a side door, she noticed a rather stodgy looking man wearing a dapper blue formal suit. The new city mayor obviously grabbed Lord Aubrey's mansion for himself, she fumed inwardly and strutted over to him.

The man raised an eyebrow at Shiloh rather snobbishly as she approached. "Can I help you, young lady?" His thin lips curled in arrogant sneer. 

She beamed a winning smile at him before she spoke. "I'm one of the dancer's for this evening's party. Forgive me, I'm running late." She preened before him, flaunting her generous curves barely hidden by the scant dress.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully while eyeing her, "The rest of the dancer's arrived an hour ago. Now before I can let you in, I'll have to search you."

Shiloh rolled her eyes and sighed, "Fine."

The man patted her down, running his hands over every inch of her body. After a rather thorough examination of her bountiful charms, he nodded and guided her into the house and led her to a small room where the other dancers had gathered. "Here's your missing girl. I trust you're all ready now?"

A pretty blonde stepped forth, "Yes, we'll be ready."

He nodded at her. "I'll be back for you."

The blonde hastily approached Shiloh. "It's about damn time!" She turned Shiloh's face from one side to the other. "Oh, dear Gods, is that what you call a make-up? Stand still, and don't flinch."

She quickly grabbed a cosmetic kit, and began to work on Shiloh's face. "That's better. Where's Christie, by the way?"

Shiloh's mind raced. Christie must've been the girl that Mando said the Family intercepted. "She got sick. She asked me to do this for her," she bluffed hoping it sounded plausible. 

An odd look crossed the blonde's face. "Sick, hmm? Poor girl, let's hope she hasn't gotten with child. What's your name?"

"Belara," Shiloh replied, "And you?"

"Evana," She smiled, "You know what we're going to do tonight?"

"Mostly, Christie showed me a few steps," Shiloh continued bluffing. "Can you show me some more? I really am a quick learner."

Evana quickly filled her in, running through the dance moves. "Once we've entered the ballroom, everyone will move to her designated spot. Yours will be the leftmost rear, a little bit out of sight. No offense. Just do what the other girls do, and we'll be fine. Understood?"

"I won't disappoint you," Shiloh beamed, gracefully repeating the dance moves.

Evana nodded and turned to everyone else. "Alright, ladies, let's give them something to goggle at!"

Shiloh leaned in close to Evana and whispered, "So who's the arrogant jackass who let me in?" 

"That would be the Majordomo," she smirked before rolling her eyes. "The man acts like he has a corncob permanently wedged in his ass."

Shiloh snickered and checked her face in the mirror. The quick makeup job Evana had done on her accentuated her best features, making her eyes look soft and sensual while giving her lips a pouty appearance. She hoped it all wouldn't be ruined by the time she met up with Essex later that night. She knew what would happen between them, but at this point, she wasn't sure where. Did she want to take him back to her apartment? Though if they didn't go to her place, where would they go? If Essex wanted to join the Family, it occurred to her that he probably wasn't from Betancuria? So where was he from? She surmised he'd probably been staying with Tony if did indeed have a house in Betancuria.

Thoughts whirred through her head. Her relationship with Rhys lingered in the forefront. She knew when she next saw him they would have to have a long talk. She hoped he would take the break up well. She had never meant to hurt him, but knew her heart lie elsewhere. 

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned sharply on her heel. The majordomo had returned. She joined the other girls and headed out of the small room then down a long hallway that led to the ballroom. Shiloh kept to the rear of the procession, hoping to blend in with the other girls. 

They waited a few minutes before they were announced and allowed to make their way into the ballroom, the dance floor was laid out like a chessboard. Shiloh chose the back leftmost square to perform in, evenly spaced a full five feet from the next dancer. Her eyes scanned the audience of men before them. She recognized none of them and knew they weren't from Betancuria. Mando had informed her that the nobles invited would either be from Dhorn, or otherwise be some lowborn scum along for the ride.

At the forefront, Evana began to dance as soft, sensual music filled the room. She twirled and pranced suggestively. One by one the remaining dancers joined in, giving the dance a sense of a flower blooming in the early morning light. 

When it came time for Shiloh, she moved sensuously with fluid grace. She dipped and revolved, her breasts rising and falling in time to the seductive music. She undulated and swayed as her sexy moves imitated the art of lovemaking. 

Piece by piece, each dancer removed their garb until each was completely nude. She felt rather liberated prancing around unclothed. Shiloh added a little more seductiveness to each erotic move with a little wiggle here and a saucy look here. She made eye contact with several of the more attractive members of the audience. With a wink and a blown kiss or two, she ended her part of the dance and lounged seductively upon the surprisingly warm floor with the other dancers except Evana, who concluded the dance on her own.

The gathered nobles hooted exclaiming their joy over the performance. Cries of 'Bravo' rang out, echoing through the large room. Shiloh managed to catch her breath before gathering the scattered pieces of her garb when an attractive man with dark honey blond hair approached her. He smiled widely and applauded all the while his eyes devoured her lithe nude form. "That was an excellent show! I couldn't take my eyes off you!"

Shiloh beamed a smile at him. She had just found a way to succeed at her mission... or at least she hoped. "Thank you."

"I've never before beheld such radiant beauty. Please tell me your name," he replied and took hold of her hand. He brought it to his lips and placed a tender kiss upon it.

"Belara," she murmured. 

"Belara," he repeated, his eyes focused on her breasts. "Such a lovely name for a lovely young lady, you simply outshone them all."

She lowered her eyes coyly before speaking again, "You're much too kind, M'lord."

"'It is but the truth. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Lord Leopold Tendenberry, at your service." He bowed deeply before her. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Tendenberry." Shiloh gracefully inclined her head as her royal training kicked in. She knew how to interact with nobles, and hoped her good breeding would show through in some small way.

"I am still completely overwhelmed by the beauty of the women in this city. I have traveled far, and I dare say nowhere have I seen creatures of your... pride, and elegancy," Lord Tendenberry confessed with a beaming smile. "My castle is alongside the western border of the Kingdom of Dhorn. Maybe I will have the privilege to welcome you as my dearest guest one day?"

"You honor me. I'd love to someday be your guest." 

A dreamy look colored his face. "I would love to show you the forests, the hills, the river. I am most sure you would enjoy yourself a lot, Belara. If I didn't know better I would have wagered you a forest nymph, enchanting my heart, considering what a beautiful creature as you are." He carefully studied her shape for a few long moments, smiling even more.

Shiloh smiled widely, "Thank you, M'lord. You're most kind."

"Would you like to go to a more private... room with me? I'll make it worth your while, beautiful."

"I'd like that," she replied taking hold of the proffered hand. He led her out of the ballroom to the left and down a short hallway to a closed door. 

"This is my room," he spoke up unlocking the door. "Go in and make your comfortable."

Shiloh winked at him and walked over to the floor length mirror that stood in one of the corners. She posed before it, checking her makeup. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Lord Tendenberry lock the door behind them and place the key in front pocket of his breeches. Pick pocketing that key will be so simple, she scoffed to herself. 

"I promise to make this worth your while, my beauty." His hungry eyes raked over every inch of her, lingering for a few moments on her lush mounds as well as the taut curves of her ass. He licked his lips. His gaze nary moved from her for a second as he pulled off his clothing and tossed them onto the large bed that dominated the room. 

Shiloh watched as he traversed the few feet that separated them. Her eyes zeroed in on the swollen member that bobbed between his legs. A purr left her throat as he embraced her, pulling her tightly against his hard body. His heat engulfed her as his hands cupped her creamy globes, and then plucked her pebbled nipples. He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck before he placed a line of small whispery kisses across the top of her shoulder. Shiloh's body shuddered at the contact. 

He turned her within his arms, bringing her around to face him. His lips found hers, and then ravished her in a violent kiss. His hands then dropped down to fondle her waist before snaking around to knead her buttocks. His hips ground against hers, his hardness prodding the curve of her belly. 

Shiloh pulled her lips from his momentarily, "Easy, darling," she purred then reached between them to stroke him. The heat of his sex scorched her palm. His member felt harder than rock. He quivered beneath her touch, his body shuddering with want. His hands left her ass, trailing up her back then around to her front, skimming over her breasts until he reached her shoulders. He pushed her to her knees, eye level with the angry purple tip of his cock. His hands left her shoulders and delved into the heavy thickness of her hair. 

Shiloh knew what he wanted and was happy to oblige. She gently gave the shaft a squeeze before guiding the tip to her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it and heard his hissing intake of breath. The wet heat of her mouth engulfed him. She tasted the slightly pungent flavor of his skin. Her tongue teased and swirled, exploring every inch of his shaft as she slid her fist slowly up and down. She massaged his balls as she moved her mouth up and down, humming and slurping. He moaned low in his throat, rocking his hips as his hands fisted deeper into her hair. She breathed his musky scent through her nose while his hips jacked to and fro, sinking into her throat. Drawing hard, with a flick of tongue in just the right places, it wasn't long before Lord Tendenberry gasped a warning. He began to spurt into Shiloh's mouth, and she eagerly swallowed his release.

Lord Tendenberry opened his eyes and looked into the mirror before him and then down at Shiloh as she released his cock. She licked her lips, savoring his taste. A groan rent from his throat. He staggered to the bed and sat down on the edge while he fought to get his ragged breath under control.

"Give me a few minutes, my pretty one and I'll be ready to go again." He lay back, closing his eyes. Shiloh moved onto the bed beside him and watched him closely. Soon she could tell by his shallow breathing that he was asleep. 

This was her chance. She dug his key out of the pocket he'd stowed it in, grabbed the portable hole from her shoe and headed for the door. She let herself out, locking it behind her. The hallway was dark as was the ballroom beyond it. She sneaked through the large room, keeping close to the walls and using the darkness to her advantage. When she came to the lighted hallway that led to the upstairs, she encountered a solitary guard. She smiled at him as he stopped her. "Hold it, wench! The upper floor is off-limits!" He menacingly brandished his sword at her.

She grinned at him, playing her charms as she preened before him. "The Mayor sent for me. He wants me upstairs."

His eyes feasted upon the glorious expanse of her nude flesh, admiring her beauty. "He did, huh, when?"

Shiloh leaned in towards him, "Some time ago... I was quite busy and couldn't come up earlier."

The guard chuckled, "I bet you were busy, honey," his leering grin sent a chill down her spine. "If you weren't needed upstairs, I'd see that you were busy again."

She watched as he cupped the bulge in his pants.

"I'd bend you over that chair and ream you good with my mean bone. I bet you'd enjoy that over being groped by these soft skinned nobles," he sneered and reached out to fondle her breasts. 

A shiver coursed through her as his coarse words slipped from his lips, but she knew she couldn't show it. She grinned at him, "I'll keep that in mind if the Mayor doesn't satisfy me." She winked and eased passed him until she reached the dark stairway. A sigh of relief slipped from her lips. At least he bought her lie, but knew if she was caught while upstairs the line wouldn't work. 

She hugged the wall and crept through the darkness, passing several guards that sat around a table playing dice. Shiloh was happy the upper floor was dark. It made her task easier. She quickly explored the upper floor, hiding in a dark closet or corner from the guards that were patrolling at regular intervals. 

Shiloh found the Mayor and a brown haired female dancer, in the library, engaged in a sexy game upon the carpeted floor. She crept towards the copulating couple, and crouched behind a potted plant while she visually searched through the belongings that lay scattered around them. She noted pieces of the dancer's dress, the Mayor's majestic purple and yellow suit, and a small golden keyring that held several keys. Crawling over, she swiped the keyring and exited the room as silently as she had entered. 

She glanced both ways as she crept across the corridor to a pair of doors at each end of a curving hallway. She headed to the door to the right and found it unlocked. Quickly she cracked it open and slipped inside, being very careful to close it behind her as quietly as possible. When she looked up at the room before her, she noted the she was in a rather opulent bedroom with a large bed. A chest of drawers, armoire, a low night stand, and a trunk were the other features. 

Stopping to think, she figured the statue had to nearby, though it puzzled her why the mayor would keep a statue near the bedroom. It must be some kind of special statue Shiloh surmised and began to search the dresser drawers. When she didn't find it there, she moved to the armoire and opened the doors. She pushed aside the fine clothing and searched for any kind of false bottom. A coarse curse slipped from her lips as she accidentally shut the door too hard and moved to the nearby trunk. 

She froze in place as she heard heavy footfall outside the door. She scrambled to the far side of the bed and squeezed beneath it. Just then the bedroom door flew open and a guard rushed in. He searched about for a moment before he walked over to the open window. Lint and other accumulated dust tickled her nostrils. Shiloh held very still, pinching her nose in hopes she wouldn't sneeze and give herself away. She couldn't afford to be caught this time. It was far too risky. 

Shiloh heard a second guard enter the room, "Shouldn't you be on patrol?"

"I heard something in here," the first replied. "Sounded like a door shutting. These rooms are off-limits tonight."

The second guard shrugged. "He was probably fetching something. I hear another girl is going to join him. I just might watch that... two hot girls getting it on. There's nothing sweeter than that." A wicked grin crossed his face before he exited the room.

The first guard grinned, bent slightly to take a token peak under the bed and left the room. Shiloh squirmed backwards as quietly as she could before she heard his footsteps grow quieter. A soft sigh of relief slipped forth and she wiggled back out. She dusted herself off and returned to the trunk, which opened with a slight squeak. She searched through the contents, frowning at the fact that the statue wasn't in the trunk either. 

Shiloh sneaked out of the room and headed to the other door. It was locked. She quickly tried a few keys on the keyring before she found the correct one and slipped inside. She closed it quietly behind her and locked it before she began to search the contents of that room as well. When the statue wasn't found in any of the obvious places, she surmised he had to have it locked up somewhere. 

She looked around carefully and noticed something odd about the wall to her right. Walking over, she felt around and found the hidden trigger for a concealed door. She'd seen enough hidden doors in her life, living in a large castle with secret rooms and corridors. Activating the trigger, she opened the nearly seamless panel door and slipped inside a small circular room. Weapons racks lined the walls while an iron gate separated this room from what looked to be a cell. She moved to the gate then searched the key ring and found the key that opened it. 

The gate lowered rather noisily, but still Shiloh hoped no one heard it. Many human skeletal remains littered the floor; she figured they had to belong to Lord Aubrey and his family. She lowered her eyes and wondered if Lord Aleksander's bones rested here as well. She shook off the small pain that pierced her soul concerning the legions of Betancurian nobility that had died just because of who they were. 

She carefully stepped through the bones and approached the back of the cell where a golden statue sat upon a pedestal. This had to be the piece that Mando wanted. She quickly opened the black scrap of cloth and spread it out. She pitched the statue in before closing it and folding it back up. She then exited the room, being cautious to lock things up the way they were. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 37-39



She left the Mayor's bedroom and cautiously crept back across the hall to the library and replaced the ring of keys where she found them. Then she sneaked back to the stairway, as she descended the stairs she winked at the guard who'd let her pass and headed back to Lord Tendenberry's room. She crept back inside and found him still asleep on the bed. She grabbed up her dress and put it back on. 

Shiloh left the room and never looked back as she headed out the way she came in. This time the Majordomo was nowhere to be found so she let herself out and dashed back across the bridge, making her way back to Stan's. She entered the ruined house and shook herself dry. Cold rain clung to her skin, causing a shiver to course through her. She smiled at Stan and grabbed her belongings out of the dresser drawer. Pulling her cloak, she wrapped it around her body to dry and warm her chilled flesh. Underneath the cloak she wriggled out of the flimsy dress and back into her red and gold armor. Once she was fully dressed, she removed the cloak and left the house via the sewer grate built into the floor. 

She descended the stairs and headed to the section of the sewer she'd last encountered Essex. The corridor was still darkened and allowed her to make use of the darkvision Bastian granted her. She smiled as she noticed his dark form leaning against the wall. Creeping through the shadows over to him, she boldly presented herself before him as her hands slid around his shoulders. "Miss me," she purred.

He chuckled softly, "Absolutely, but I already knew you were near. Flowers should shrink with jealousy over your scent."

Shiloh flashed a glorious smile and nuzzled against him. "Sweet talker," she quipped before pulling back. "I have something to drop off to Mando, but after, we can pick up where we left off."

He nodded, "Let's go then." 

Shiloh led him to the hideout and over to Mando. She smiled widely at him and unfolded the black scrap of cloth. She tossed it to the floor, allowing the portable hole to open, and pulled out the golden statue he charged her with recovering. "Here's the statue, Mando."

"Excellent work, Shiloh," Mando beamed at her. "Did you have any trouble?"

She shook her head, "No, not really. I had to hide under a bed once to avoid being caught, but nothing that I couldn't have handled. Maybe I went into this job a little naively because I thought what went on at that party was illegal. The dancers weren't there really to dance. I mean we did, but it was a front for a sex party. Not that I mind..." 

"Given that, have you figured out why this statue is so valuable?" Mando asked her as he cocked an eyebrow.

She closely examined the statue depicting a beautiful human female and shook her head thoughtfully. "What does it do?"

"It summons a succubus, if properly used; do you know what that is... a succubus?" Mando replied with a lazy grin on his handsome face.

Essex whispered something in her ear. Instantly realization dawned on Shiloh, "I see. A succubus is a beautiful female demon who lures men astray with their wiles." 

"Yes, this piece will fetch an excellent price on the black market. Let me give you your share for completing the mission." He handed her a good sized bag of coins. "And by the way, Shiloh, if I must say so, that was one hell of a fight earlier. I made a lot of money betting on you."

Shiloh grinned. "I thought there was some betting going on. I bet you your winnings that no one thought I'd win."

Mando chuckled, "And you'd be right. Few of us saw that coming. You managed to put Vico out of action for a while and he's not happy about it."

Shiloh pouted mockingly, "That's a good thing for me. Maybe now the asshole will stay the hell out of my business. I've got to run. Thanks for the payment." She turned on her heel and walked out with Essex close behind. Once outside the hideout, she stopped, "So where to?"

"Come with me," Essex grinned and stroked her hand softly. He led Shiloh back out of the sewers and through the southern ward of the city to a small apartment near the ranger guild. "I claimed this place for my own. No one was living here, so for now it's mine."

Shiloh glanced around at the snug room. A few feet from the fireplace, where a warm fire burned, stood two captain's chairs. A small table and a pair of chairs were placed in the middle of the room. A good-sized bed and an armoire finished out the contents of the room. She smiled at him and set her pack down on the table. "Do you mind if I wash up?" 

He motioned to a bowl and pitcher on the table before he reached into a cupboard attached to the wall. Shiloh quickly poured some water from the pitcher into a bowl and used a scrap of cloth to remove the remains of the cosmetics Evana had applied to her face. After dipping the cloth back in, she washed other more intimate areas of her body. 

Shiloh could feel his eyes upon her, could feel how he watched her with hooded eyes. Her gaze slid slowly down his body, from the eyes dark with desire to his shallow breathing, then down to the arousal that thrust against the confines of his pants. Need started to kindle low in her gut as she admired him and she allowed it to grow and spread through her body. She flashed him a 'come hither' look. 

"Would you like some wine?" He pulled forth a bottle and two glasses. He poured one and handed it to her before seeing to his. 

"Do you intend on getting me drunk and having your way with me?" Shiloh winked and teased before accepting the proffered glass. She took a sip before setting the glass upon the table then closed the distance between them. Delicious tension crackled between them. Her eyes devoured him. "I need none of this seduction. You gave me a taste of what the night had in store for me, I'm ready for more."

Essex grinned, caressed her arms, leaning in to kiss her gently. She parted her lips, giving into a slow gentle kiss that ignited the lust that ached deep inside her body. His hands smoothed up her back and into her hair, tangling within as he cupped the back of her head and angled it to take the kiss deeper. Her tongue slipped past his lips and curled around his. Her hands gently massaged his shoulders as she allowed his taste to permeate her mouth. When he gave a low moan, she slowly drew away. Then she brushed her lips against his briefly, and nibbled at the side of his mouth, then down his jaw and neck to his shoulder. She shifted down slightly, heard his breath catch seconds before she removed his tunic and allowed her lips to surround his nipple and began to suckle. The low moan of pure need he made reverberated through the room, it'd been the exact response she'd wanted. She swept her tongue over his nipple, teasing it to an erect peak. She closed her teeth lightly over it and he gasped, the ache in the lower part of his body growing so strong that he wasn't quite sure he would maintain control. With slow, teasing licks, she moved to his other nipple and did the same to it.

Interrupting her, he drew her back up and settled his lips over hers once more while he wiggled out of his pants. He could tell by the way she took control that she liked it, but he had something else in mind. He took her into his arms and held her close for a long while, softly touching her. Each of his kisses became more intense. She tasted so good. He wanted more of her. His touch heated her up. Everywhere his fingers grazed, everywhere he kissed her ignited passion. Shiloh burned with desire. His touch held unspoken promises of pleasure. His kisses made her tremble. He reached up and touched her face, pushing away a strand of hair. She grinned wickedly and moaned beneath his caress. Whispered words slipped from parted lips before tangling in a fusion of lips and tongues. 

His hands stroked the contours of her body while her hands blazed a path up his back, feeling his muscles tighten beneath her fingers. She touched his chest and felt his heart pounding. She ran her fingers though his hair, kissed his neck, and nibbled on his ear. It was now his turn to moan with pleasure. She felt herself growing wet with desire. He removed her skimpy breastplate exposing her bare breasts. He cupped them, gently squeezing them in his hands, rubbing her hard nipples under his thumbs as he bent to kiss and suck each one, sending shivers of delight up and down her body, driving her crazy with want. He slid his hand inside the groin protector of her armor to her wet softness underneath. He moaned aloud as he felt the silky smoothness of her flesh and the evidence of her desire. His dexterous fingers quickly found her swollen clitoris and she squealed with delight. Her nails dug into his back, as she arched to give him more access. He raised his eyes to watch her face as he explored the very depths of her most intimate part; plunging his eager fingers deep inside her channel. His face showed how he wanted to please her. His stormy eyes simmered with passion.

Essex led her to the nearby bed, and then patted her ass, urging her on to it. She grinned, obliging him, giving him a teasing glance as she parted her thighs. He slid beside her and pressed himself against her. His hands explored her softness before he dipped his head low. He began to kiss her thighs, teasing her as she ran her fingers through his hair. The delicate scent of her sex wafted to his nostrils and he took a moment to savor the scent. Finally, he parted her nether lips with his tongue and fingers then plunged into her wetness, licking her with a thirst that couldn't be quenched. Shiloh thought she had died and gone to heaven as his expert tongue plied her moist depths finding the treasure within. He flicked his tongue over her swollen clitoris, driving her insane with pleasure. Her hands tightened in his hair, pulling his face closer to her.

Her body thrummed as he worked his masterful tongue across her slit. He moved his fingers and tongue faster as she tensed, feeling an orgasm growing near. Like a flash of lightning zinging through her, she exploded as an incredible orgasm ripped through her body. She screamed with delight while ripples of pleasure consumed her senses. As she lay there on the bed, trembling, he gently pulled her into his arms and held her close while grinning wickedly. He kissed her passionately. She could taste herself on him and reveled in the way she tasted. 

Their hands roamed, touching everywhere possible, unable to get enough. His hands stroked her supple flesh while he dragged his lips lower to devour her breasts. She moaned loudly as he nibbled on her taut nipples. Shiloh gently grabbed handfuls of his thick hair and pulled him closer. She relished the way he looked at her, the way he kissed her, the way he touched her. He rose up to kiss her mouth again, rolling his tongue around hers as if seeking something deeper inside her. Then he whispered sweet words in her ear. 

Shiloh grinned and rose up from where she rested intent on taking control, if only for a little while. Once again she worked her way down his chest, nibbling at his nipples, placing teasing kisses down the center of his chest. She made her way slowly, excruciatingly down his abdomen. Shudders rippled through his body with each sweep of her tongue. He moaned as her hand came teasingly close to his aching erection. Her fingers tickled the hair at the top of his groin. His hips jerked slightly, hoping to convey his wants.

Shiloh licked her lips as her eyes zeroed in on the angry swollen purple tip. Her hand slipped down and lightly whispered over the shaft of his cock. "Mmmmmmh," she purred when he gave a lusty moan and thrust against her. "Do you taste as good as you look?" She lifted her hand and skimmed his tip, the flat of her hand just barely hovering over the skin and the moisture that leaked from it. "Shall I find out?" Then her hand was gone, he groaned from the loss of contact.

Shiloh wasted very little time. Her hot breath wafted over his erection, torturing him in a pleasurable insanity as she lightly blew on him. Then her mouth closed over him. His head rolled back, his legs spreading wide as she slowly wrapped her lips around his aching head of his shaft. Her tongue swept over the tip and he moaned loudly as the heat of her mouth engulfed his length. His need swelled and the only thing he could do was moan brokenly and rock violently against her as she slowly drew him in as far as she could, then back out. Her deft hands fisted the base of his erection and jacked him, eliciting another throaty moan from him.

It was driving him mad. His control was within a hair's breath of shattering; he was quite sure that she was driving him insane. He desired to shove her on her back, push her hips high and slam into her until they were both screaming. The pressure built at the base of his spine and his hips rapidly jerked, his mouth falling open in a soundless scream as an orgasm shot through him. His body moved in short, rapid thrusts, his lungs screaming for oxygen and all he could feel, taste and smell was her.

She knew he'd been close, but the orgasm caught her a bit by surprise. When his body stilled, and limply fell back onto the mattress, she lifted her head and licked her lips. His sweat-soaked hair was plastered to his head and he gulped in a deep breath of air as the world started to come back into focus.

As his mind cleared, Essex drew her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her. His hand lazily drifted up and down her back in a soft caress that made her feel incredibly content. "Stay with me," he whispered as his lips swept up her jaw to her ear.

"I wouldn't dream of leaving just yet," she purred in response and snuggled into his warmth. "I want so much more."

"I aim to give you so much more," he grinned wickedly and placed a kiss on the tip of her pert nose. His sex swelled again and poked the curve of her belly. Shiloh let out a throaty moan and massaged his shoulders. 

Gods, she wanted him. She needed to feel him. 

Without so much a word, his body covered hers then slipped his hardening length between her folds. He rubbed it up and down, brushing the tip against her clitoris, then her opening. She wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling him as he surged into her, riding her for what seemed like forever. She moved her hand between their joined bodies, to see what it was like when she touched herself at the same time he was inside her. She moaned, the back of her head bouncing against the mattress while her legs tightened further around his waist. 

Oh gods, this feels so sweet...

Essex dropped his head to the crook of her shoulder as he continued thrusting deeply, letting himself go when he heard her scream out his name and her inner walls spasmed around him. She bucked against him so hard that if he hadn't had such a good grip on her churning hips, she may have rocketed to the stars. 

Then there was complete silence, the clock on the wall ticking away the seconds as they struggled to breathe. Her breath hitched as her body's shuddering finally stilled and her senses came back to her in a bright clarity. Her mind was clear; the room seemed to be a bit brighter. Her muscles were as fluid as water, she felt like she could sleep for a week. Above her, Shiloh felt Essex's body tense and release, dimly heard his cry before he collapsed.

Then there was nothing left but the sound of their labored breathing.

O.O

Shiloh awoke with a start, momentarily unaware of whose bed she slept. She rose ever so slightly and blinked her eyes to focus on her surroundings. It was dark. The candles had burned to short nubs. She could feel Essex's heat pressing so intimately into her and shifted ever so slightly to allow herself to stand up. She padded on silent feet to the small covered window and surreptitiously peeked out. Darkness engulfed the street. Utter silence beyond the pitter patter of the rain assailed her. She knew it had to be sometime before dawn. 

Returning to the bed, she gathered the pieces of her armor before rousing Essex from his sleep. He grumbled incoherently and pulled her back into the bed with him. She chuckled softly and nibbled at his ear before she softly spoke, "Come, sleepyhead. We have a job to do and this is a good time to do it while the city sleeps. Once we're done, we can come back and have some more fun."

He yawned sleepily as he wrapped his arms around her. "Shouldn't we let Nathan know we're headed into the castle first?" 

Shiloh shook her head and gave him a questioning look. "Why? We won't get caught. I think I remember where the vault is and it doesn't involve going into the main part of the castle. We need to head to the cellars and I believe there's a hidden door that connects to a passageway leading to the vault in question."

"I'd prefer if someone knows where we're going, plus it'd give us more time for other more pleasurable pursuits."

"And robbing the most secret vault isn't extremely pleasurable?" Shiloh quipped and cocked an eyebrow. 

"Oh it is, but not as pleasurable as you." A wicked grin crossed his face as he skimmed his hands down her back to cup her toned ass. Shiloh giggled then straddled him. 

"Keep talking and you just might convince me," she purred and dipped her head to nibble at one slightly pointy ear. Essex lifted her, fisted his hard cock and slid it into her moist, honeyed depths. Mutual groans slipped from their lips. Shiloh rocked her hips slowly, setting a sensual pace while he thrust up from below. Each piercing thrust of his hips brought him in direct contact with her sensitive pleasure spot nestled inside her dripping channel. Shiloh's cries of delight filled the room and urged her towards fulfillment. She quickened her pace, rocking her hips more frantically. His upward thrusts intensified, slamming harder and deeper with each upward thrust. He held his rhythm, hitting her pleasure spot over and over again until she screamed and exploded. Her wet walls clenched around his cock, urging his climax. Flipping her onto her back, he pumped his hips hard as his breath came out in short panting gasps before he went rigid, huskily groaning his release. He rested his head against her sweat soaked skin, breathing hard. When he had recovered, he snuggled her against him and closed his eye. 

It was the perfect beginning to the day, which set the pace for the next few to come.

O.O

The dank corridors around them were eerily silent, not even a rat could be heard. Shiloh moved at a good pace, Essex quick on her heels. They crossed the sewers quickly and made it to the bowels of the castle. They navigated through the lowest level of cellars until they reached the one she believed the hidden door to be in. The room was bare, void of anything but a thick layer of dust on the floor. She hugged the wall, walking along the perimeter and searched until she found the outline of a hidden door. Her hand slid along the jamb, searching for the trigger to open the door. When she found nothing, she searched for the presence of a keyhole and again found nothing. Cocking one finely shaped eyebrow, she nodded at Essex, "Any ideas?" 

"Pressure plate perhaps?" He suggested and began his search. The perimeter in front the door and along the walls yielded nothing. She broadened her search, checking the flagstones that covered the floor. One towards the center gave ever so slightly as she depressed it, but sent out several pea sized balls of flame that shot from tiny valves hidden at intervals in the wall. Shiloh and Essex hit the floor, evading the fireballs as they exploded around them. 

"Holy hells," she gasped and climbed to her feet. "I don't remember my father and his advisors ever talking about the vault being trapped." She coughed and dusted herself off, scanning the room carefully. "We'll just have to keep searching. Hopefully the blasts haven't alerted the Dhorn. The last thing we need is to be discovered."




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 37-39



"Is there anywhere else that you know of this vault could be located? This whole room screams setup, Shiloh."

"It can't be a setup. My father and his advisors were never that clever." Shiloh shot a thoughtful look at him and tried to recall the many conversations she had overheard of her father and his advisors. Most of the time the things they talked about bored her to tears, including long mind numbing discussions of ability and betterment taxes and who to go to war against. One thing stood out in her mind, though, and she smiled at Essex as the phrase spoken in her father's voice echoed in her head. "Royalty stands to face fire without fear," she repeated to Essex. "It's not a trap. It's a clue. It's meant to deter thieves, not royalty. I just happen to be both."

Essex grinned at her. "Depress the pressure plate again. Let's see what happens."

"Perhaps you should stay out of the way of the blast then," she chuckled and moved to the flagstone, which served as a pressure plate. 

He moved into a dark corridor and watched from just outside the doorway. His eyes followed Shiloh's every move as she pressed her foot to the plate, feeling it give. Just like the previous time, several pea sized balls of flame shot from the tiny valves in the wall. Shiloh stood still letting the illusion engulf her. She felt no real heat. Once the illusion had dissipated, she scanned the room a second time, allowing her eyes to touch every inch of wall that surrounded her.

She smiled as she realized she'd been looking in the wrong place all along. "I see it," she stated in low voice. She had to contain her excitement. The sound of the explosions had been enough noise without adding her voice to it. Essex joined her at the opposite wall in which she'd been searching. Watching in awe as the floor retracted, revealing a stone staircase. Another memory came to mind and she repeated the words aloud. "Fear not the dark, for it is a path to the light."

"Shall we?" Essex motioned to the stairs and watched as she went ahead of him. Shiloh could make out vague shapes of cobwebs that choked the ceiling over their head. Whispery fronds hung low, brushing against the tops of their hands as they descended nearly one hundred feet. Shiloh shivered against the cold dampness. 

At the bottom of the stairway, a short brightly lit corridor intersected with another passageway that ran east to west, at both ends stood a door. One painted red while the other pure gold. Shiloh made her way over to the red one and examined it thoroughly. A lacquered red handle in the shape of a bony hand protruded from the middle of the door, though no keyhole could be found.

At the opposite end of the corridor, Essex searched the golden door. He took note of the dragon caricature with its gaping maw and bared teeth in the middle of the door, opposite of the bony hand. "Shiloh," he called out. "Didn't you say a guardian was placed in this vault for all time? These busts upon the doors may be a clue to which one holds the treasure."

Shiloh left the red lacquered door behind and headed toward Essex. She examined it carefully, noting a keyhole in the center of the dragon's gaping maw. "It's not this one. My father never mentioned a key. Plus there's no way he'd keep a dragon locked in here for all time."

"Just how much do you know about dragons?" 

Shiloh shrugged, "Not much. I've read tales of fire breathing dragons and stolen princesses, but that's bound to be make-believe." She returned to the red door and carefully tugged on the bony hand, but the door didn't budge. She sighed and tapped her foot. There had to be a way to get this open. She examined the hand, feeling each and every bony finger, and over its palm. "I think I found something," she called out while depressing the middle of the palm. A small hidden circular compartment opened, revealing two keys, one red and the other gold. Shiloh frowned as she palmed both keys. "I guess we try the keys."

She returned to the golden door and slipped the gold key into the keyhole. To her dismay, it didn't turn. Removing it, she placed the red one in the lock and felt it click as she turned it. Cautiously she cracked the door open wide enough to peek in. The room was empty save a golden pedestal. "I'm going in," she turned back to Essex. "I want to see if there is anything on that pedestal."

"Why don't you let me do that?" He suggested, realizing how dangerous it could be.

Shiloh cocked an eyebrow at him. "Or we could both go?"

"No, let me. You're much too important," he replied and leaned in to give her a kiss. "Plus, it's the chivalrous thing to do."

She smiled and nodded, "Alright," Then watched as he sneaked into the room and searched it carefully before zeroing in on the pedestal. Essex ran his hands over the smooth top, feeling for any depressions in the surface. Then his hands moved to the column, checking the sides and beneath the raised top. On the backside he located a button then cautiously depressed it. The ground around him shook slightly as the golden pedestal he searched lowered itself into the floor and a red pedestal rose into view. Resting upon the red one was a large heavily faceted red jewel. His eyes gleamed at the sight of it. Before he reached for it, he searched the surface and sides for signs of a trap, but found nothing besides an identical button hidden on the underside of the pedestal's top. 

Quickly he snatched the gem and pressed the button. A circular portion of the floor rotated a half circuit while the two pedestals rose and lowered themselves. When the floor came to a stop it left him facing the rear of the room where a pair of golden thrones now sat. The air shimmered, revealing two ghostly figures sitting upon magnificent edifice. 

"Who enters my demesne?" The ghostly male figure rose from his throne and stepped forth. 

Shiloh quickly rushed forth, joining Essex near the pedestals. "I am Shiloh Cheval Aurelius, daughter of King Rolan III and crown princess of Betancuria." She curtseyed before the apparition. 

"And what is it you seek, Princess Shiloh?" 

Shiloh thought hard for a brief moment. She knew the wrong answer could spell doom for them. "I seek to reclaim what is my birthright. My kingdom has been conquered and my father murdered. I must make sure my family's treasures are protected from the invaders that have taken over my kingdom."

"Only royalty stands to face fire without fear," The ghost recited as he looked her over then glanced at the female who gracefully sat beside him. "Our flesh and blood stands before us, my forever love. She is a vision, just as you."

The female rose from where she sat upon the throne and glided to Shiloh, circling her slowly. Then she spoke, her voice soft and ethereal. "The gem is the key to the vault, but a test must be passed in order to claim the treasure. Fear not the fire, for you shall stand in its glory."

Shiloh dropped to one knee, kneeling before the King and Queen of Old. "I shall show no fear and I shall reap its glory. The Aurelius legacy must be protected. Someday I shall reclaim what is mine."

The Queen, who Shiloh remembered to be a great adventuress before she settled into her role as Betancuria's premier monarch, touched Shiloh's shoulder with her ghostly scepter. "Warrior princess, you have the heart and soul of a great champion. I hereby deem you worthy of the title Lady Knight and Protector of Betancuria; Rise, Lady Shiloh Cheval Aurelius, to seek your destiny."

Shiloh rose, curtseying before the King and Queen. "I'm honored to do my duty for Betancuria. I will reclaim our kingdom."

The apparitions disappeared, leaving behind an eerie cold mist. Shiloh shivered against it before backing out of the room. She pulled the door shut behind her and locked it, stowing the key inside of her boot. "You favor the Queen in looks," Essex spoke up as they headed back toward the red door. 

Shiloh smiled, "That was my great, great, great grandmother I believe and yes, the resemblance is quite uncanny, the gem, please."

Essex grinned. "Leave it to a woman to want the shiny thing," he quipped as he held it in his palm. Shiloh reached for it and he quickly snatched his hand back, keeping the gem just out of reach. She gave him an exasperated look and snorted her displeasure. After a few more seconds of teasing her, he presented it to her. "The price of the gem is a kiss."

She cocked an eyebrow at him before she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. "You drive a hard bargain," she chuckled as his lips hovered above hers. The sensuous kiss that followed sent heat rushing through her body. She moaned softly as she pulled away. "You make it hard to focus on the task at hand."

Essex flashed a sexy grin at her, "Distracting you is always so pleasurable, though."

Shiloh pulled away and grabbed the gem from his proffered hand and placed it within the bony hand, which had rotated the opposite direction. The gem gave off a brilliant glow just before the door swung open, exposing a large empty room. Her brow furrowed as she stepped inside and scanned the interior. A gold walkway ran down the middle while alternating channels of fire and water filled the rest of the room. Shiloh leaned over slightly, viewing the depth of the pits. They were shallow enough for her to stand in. She avoided the golden pathway, knowing it was too simple then leapt into one of the channels that held flame. Her skin tingled as she moved through the fire, hopping from one channel to the next. She avoided the ones that held water, believing the fire was the key to succeeding. When she reached the last channel, she hopped upon the golden platform and stood within the circle of red marble embedded in the floor. Flame engulfed her, shooting up from the floor and down from the ceiling. 

When it dissipated, the door before her swung open and the flames within the channels receded. She called to Essex and together they entered the room beyond the door. Much to her dismay and surprise, the room stood nearly empty. No mounds of gold beckoned her nor were there many priceless treasures. She approached a pair of ivory pedestals upon which sat faded purple silk pillows. Nestled upon each of the pillows were what Shiloh suspected to be the original crown jewels. The simple silver bands were magnificently crafted and held a single brilliant fire opal in the center. Shiloh lifted the smaller crown which had belonged to the Queen then placed it upon her head. She turned Essex and picked up the solid royal scepter the Queen had touched her with and posed. 

"You favor her greatly," he repeated and directed her to another pedestal. This one held a finely wrought sword with the Aurelius crest emblazoned on the pommel. 

"This is the sword my family used for knighting." She then moved to a pair of armor stands and inspected the highly polished, exquisitely wrought, suits of armor that rested upon them. "This has to be their ceremonial armor."

"Come over here," Essex beckoned, motioning for her to join him. He stood before several cloth draped portraits. One by one he removed the covers, revealing the paintings below. The first few were of the First and Second Royal Families, including separate portraits of the Kings and Queens who had preceded her parents. The final one caused Shiloh to gasp and Essex to make a soft groaning noise. It was a nude painting done of the first Queen, the one whose ghostly form had knighted Shiloh in the previous chamber. The resemblance was even uncanny then Essex pulled Shiloh into his arms. "You should pose for me like that." He nuzzled her, his lips feathering over her neck and up to her lips.

Shiloh accepted the kiss, indulging in his ministrations, before she pulled away and studied the image painted on the canvas. The Queen, Fionavar by name, suggestively rested upon a bench, she wore a look of satisfaction upon her beautiful face. 

"I would dearly love to see you like that," he whispered, stroking her flesh. 

Shiloh laughed huskily, desire filled her being. "I think that can be arranged," she murmured then slipped into his embrace. "Let's go. There's nothing here that I would feel comfortable removing. These precious heirlooms will remain here guarded for all time by King Rolan I and Queen Fionavar."

She led him out, fearing not the fire. They reached the cellar room then made sure the trap door was concealed before making their way out of the castle and back to the sewers. "We'll have to tell Nathan what we discovered," she mentioned as she headed in the direction of the Bear Pit. "Then we can have some fun."

Essex leveled a pensive look in her direction. "Nathan can wait a while. We should talk first, Shiloh."

She cocked an eyebrow at him, noting his tone and the expression on his face. "About?" 

He motioned for her to follow him, leading her out of the sewers. He took her back to his apartment and closed then locked the door. A serious expression crossed his face. "I realized something a while ago. You're the real deal. You're royalty, heir to a throne."

"No, I'm not, not anymore," she shook her head and sent him a near pleading look. "I know what you're going to say."

"Do you really? I'm not sure you do. I can't give you the relationship you deserve. I'm not the type to settle down. What I can offer you is pleasure, any time we're together. No attachments other than the passion we'll share. Is that acceptable?"

A slow smile crossed Shiloh's face and she allowed an audible sigh to slip past her lips. "Yes, as long as I can have you whenever I want."

He returned her smile and embraced her, cradling her body against his. He kissed her temple and held her close for a few moments. "Perhaps now we should report what we discovered to Nathan before we find other pursuits to distract ourselves with."

She grinned widely, "That would be a good idea. Shall we?" 

O.O

Day slipped into evening. The rain poured steadily, drumming a staccato beat onto the cobblestone street. Shiloh had since parted ways with Essex after reporting their findings to Master Nathan. She thought wistfully of their pleasurable rendezvous and the deal they had brokered. No strings attached but a spoken pact to get together when possible. It suited her; she really didn't want to be tied to any one man at the moment. Vico's possessiveness had left scars upon her, and Rhys... his goodness had started to irk her. She longed to taint it and turn it to something dark and vile. He would never forgive her for that and she couldn't bear the burden on her soul. She knew in her heart that Rhys was indeed too good for her.

Shiloh drew her cloak around her tight and pushed her chaotic thoughts away. She had a mission to focus on. From the south ward of the city she headed down into the sewers, traversing them until she reached the western part of the city. She cautiously climbed up the stairs then raised the grate, slipping out once sure no one had seen her. She could hear the slap of footfall on the cobblestones and muffled voices in the distance. She knew there would be a patrol nearby. 

Minding her business, she casually strolled along Princess Boulevard. She took notice of the large building to her left. It had once served as a headquarters for her father's military leaders. General Galley's offices had been there. She wondered what if anything the Dhorn used it for. It looked so dark and forlorn despite the large banner draped across it and the odd smell of... roast beef? It didn't make sense to her. She sent a mental flare towards Bastian with her question, but he was silent. Shiloh knew she had disobeyed him, that he wasn't happy with her. Great, she smirked inwardly. He's giving me the cold shoulder.

Shiloh turned her thoughts to the task at hand. She needed to begin her search for the young noble Simon. She found the thought of meeting a member of the Dhorn nobility intriguing and wondered sadly what might have been if her father hadn't decided to go to war against his closest ally. He had often spoken of presenting her to Dhorn society as a way to strengthen relations with them. The possibility would have been interesting for her. She would have learned of their culture. That knowledge would have been beneficial to her. 

During her education, she had learned much about the surrounding city-states and countries. Due to their strict society, she had never had the chance to meet any of their nobility before the war. Getting an introduction into their social castes was often done by extensive diplomatic relations. It wasn't an easy process. Her father had often bemused over the possibility of marrying her into Dhorn nobility, thus strengthening his ties to the larger country. Their society was well known for their strict morals and disciplined warriors. The freedoms she had long enjoyed were practically unknown to Dhorn women. Shiloh knew it was not a life she would want to live or would willingly abide. If only her father hadn't started a war he had no hope of winning, she mused.

Continuing her stroll, she rounded the Administration Building and smirked about how easy it had been to break in and out of. She felt a small twinge of guilt and wondered how Shander now fared. She had liked Shander. With a small shake of her head, she pushed him from her mind and glanced over at the arena. A smile crossed her face at the large 'Closed' sign that blocked its entrance. Pride surged through her. She, Vico and a couple others had been responsible for that. Stealing their gold had been the icing on the cake.

Ahead of her were the Western gates, flanked and guarded by a half dozen fierce looking soldiers. The hard faced men were not the run of the mill. They bore wicked looking weapons with serrated blades and carried themselves with an aura that screamed, "Fuck with me, you die, no questions asked." They reminded her of Vico. 

Aaggghh, she mentally scolded herself. Get that asshole out of your head. She gave herself a good mental shake then looked to her left. Two pennant signs sat in front of their respective businesses, Rodor's Shop and Tald's Tavern. Tald's was the place she was looking for. Jacia's informants had gathered word that Simon occasionally frequented this place, which made it the perfect place to begin.

She pushed open the door then stepped inside. A small gasp slipped from her lips at the number of red and black armored soldiers packed into the small room. She gulped somewhat nervously. Please don't let any of them recognize me, she murmured softly.

Shiloh removed her cloak then hung it on a peg in the wall. She tousled her hair and looked down at the red and gold armor she wore. Would it seem too overt, she pondered and shook her head. It would have to do. It was too late now, especially since she became aware that several of the men had noticed her presence. Ignoring their blatant stares and the near blatant disgust, Shiloh donned the cloak then made her way through the crowd. She carefully eyed each of the men she passed, figuring she would be able to distinguish a noble from a soldier by the way he carried himself.

Then she smiled as her eyes swept over a familiar face. She remembered the dark haired soldier who accosted her during her 5th lesson. Perhaps he could be some use to her after all. Shiloh squeezed her way to the crowd, making her way over to him. She knew she had to approach him just right or else find herself arrested by any one of the soldiers here for bawdy behavior. 

Shiloh stopped a few feet from him, standing alone in the crowd a few moments. She watched the soldier who had called himself Jero intently, observing his every breath, his every move, and each spoken word. She listened closely, eyeing him and his blond haired companion, as they talked about the boorish environment they were in and how the blond man longed for the civility of home. She smirked to herself. He had to be a noble. His haughty manner screamed self-importance. This was a man who was used to giving orders and having them immediately carried out. Perhaps someone she could have met and married had her father not waged war. She found herself admiring him thoroughly. He certainly was handsome and also carried himself well. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 40-42



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, and Essex are property of Valine.

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Sex, Lies and Werewolves

Shiloh pulled herself from the bathtub once the water had cooled. Her body still hurt, but it was nothing compared to the agony she had felt during her whipping. She knew she shouldn't dwell on it. She was lucky to have survived, lucky to have gotten away, if only it hadn't caused the deaths of so many. 

She sighed as she grabbed a thick fluffy towel, wrapping it around her body. Her thoughts turned to Mando and the revelation of his relationship with Jacia. Never would she have guessed that Mando and Jacia was a couple. It didn't make sense to her what either of them saw in the other. Mando was easy going and quick to smile. He handled much of the naughty business within the family. The sex trade was his forte. How could he and Jacia have gotten together? The assassin's malevolence towards everyone was a big turn off, or so it would seem to Shiloh. She just didn't get it.

Shiloh padded through the apartment, stopping to glance at everything. Part of her was convinced she'd never see this place again. The other part hadn't wanted to return for fear of what she might find. As her eyes panned the room, she caught a glimpse of something out of place. A book on the shelf turned the wrong way. She limped over to it then pulled it down.

Her eyes flicked over the title. It wasn't one she recognized. It hadn't come with the apartment. After moving in, she recalled perusing the books. Perhaps it belonged to Rhys. She studied the brown leather cover then softly spoke the title of the book, "Namaarie."

It wasn't a language she recognized. She opened the book, turning a few pages. They were written in the same language. Perhaps Master Nathan would know someone who could translate it for her. 

She flipped to the middle, finding a cut out section that contained a folded piece of parchment. Her fingers trembled as she withdrew it, catching sight of her name written in a bold script. Shiloh drew in a deep breath as she unfolded the paper. Her heart pounded. She knew who it was from. Settling down on the couch, she curled into a ball then started to read.

Dearest Shiloh,

Causing you pain is the last thing I'd ever want to do, but I feel I must be honest with you. I have been living a lie ever since I claimed you. As much as you deserve happiness, I cannot give it to you. Therefore, I must end things between us. You deserve to be told in person, but I can't bear the thought of hurting you again. My heart tells me you feel this way as well. You've been the best thing that ever came into my life. I have been truly blessed, but we both know our hearts lie in different places. Be honest with yourself and you will realize what I say is true. Open your eyes and see the world about you. Only then will you find someone who will appreciate you for who you really are. 

All my love, Rhys

Shiloh crumpled the letter to her chest, letting a dry sob slip from her lips. She hugged herself tightly, giving into the pain she felt. It was over for them, for good. It was true she didn't love him the way she should, but had hoped with time her fondness for him would have grown into something more. Shiloh cursed brokenly. She cursed Rhys, then herself. Loathing spread through her. She didn't like the feelings coursing through her soul. They gathered deep within, settling in the pit of her stomach. 

Lifting the letter, she smoothed the wrinkled piece of parchment then reread it. With that, she broke into an open sob. Shiloh pushed herself off the couch, throwing the letter into the fire then placed the book back on the shelf. She returned to her bedroom. Loneliness plagued her. She did not want to be alone right now. In her mind, she reached out to Bastian, hoping he'd show himself to her or perhaps allow her some time with Ni'as. "Please talk to me, my Lord. I've tried to do everything you've wanted me to do. I just cannot condemn Vico. I have a feeling that I'm going to need him before this is all over. Please forgive me," she murmured, hoping he'd answer her. 

Silence greeted her. Shiloh sighed heavily, "I know I've displeased you. Please give me a chance to get back in your good graces."

White noise filled her head before fading to nothing. Shiloh curled in a ball, pulling the blankets over her. She sought solace in sleep where the pain she felt would no longer plague her, at least for a little while. 

O.O

Shiloh startled at the sound of heavy pounding. It took her a few moments to clear the cobwebs that cluttered her consciousness and realize what the noise was then where it was coming from. She stumbled out of bed then limped all the way to the door. Without opening it, she called, "Who is it?"

"Breakfast delivery," a male voice responded.

Shiloh's brow furrowed. She hadn't ordered any breakfast, surely if it was Chella that sent the food over, the portly woman would at least send someone with a voice she could clearly recognize. "I didn't order any breakfast. Who are you and what do you really want?"

"Ah, come on, you stupid haughty bitch, the food will soon be cold. Chella told me not to leave until you'd eaten it all."

"That still doesn't tell me who you are?" She asked as recognition of the voice dawned on her.

"I'm your favorite guard. Now open up before I let you starve," he retorted then kicked the door. A loud thump, a muttered curse and the sound of dishware rattling followed.

"Where did we meet for our rendezvous and who brought you into it?" She asked before unlocking the door.

She heard a soft chuckle, "Lenton Winter, Summer Lane," he replied.

Shiloh cracked the door, coming face to face with the handsome blond haired guard she'd once been intimate with. He flashed a smile then carried the tray up the stairs, following her to the table. "How'd you end up on delivery duty?"

"Chella has a full house this moment in the restaurant. I think the whole city decided to eat their morning meal at the Bear Pit. They're overwhelmed in the kitchen so she called Wesh and me down. We drew straws to decide who'd take Master Nathan's food to him and who would get to bring yours to you. I won. Of course, I never thought I'd be greeted with the sight of such beauty." His eyes took a long walk over her nude form.

Shiloh smirked, "It's not like you haven't seen it before, Warent."

"Lucky me," he grinned again. "Now be a good girl and eat."

Shiloh inspected what Chella had sent her. "How about you sit down and share this with me? Chella should know I won't eat all this."

"Maybe she thinks you need some fattening up. You're far too skinny. Your ribs and hip bones are sticking out," Warent pointed out as he sat across from her.

Shiloh looked down at her nude form. "The Dhorn didn't seem particularly concerned whether I had my meals before they tortured me. They locked me in a hellish cell with rats then didn't feed me for several days. I'll fill back out, but it'll take a while."

Lifting the covers off a few of the dishes, Warent inspected the contents. "Damn, she feeds you better than the customers. Hell, I'd even venture she feeds you better than the boss."

Shiloh wrinkled her nose at the plate of corned beef hash, eggs, ham, and biscuits then reached for the bowl of oatmeal. She then picked up the tureen of sugar and cream, adding each to the lumpy brown concoction. "Eat something!" She barked at Warent.

"You really are a haughty bitch, aren't you?" He lifted the plate containing the corned beef hash, poached eggs, and ham. 

"Yes, Warent, I am," she sneered at him. "More than you'll ever know."

He winked at her before tucking into the plate of food before him. "Damn, this is better than what the rest of us get! She really must think of you as her daughter!"

"I can't help she dotes on me. I never asked for it. I don't expect it and furthermore, I don't want to be treated any differently than anyone else," Shiloh retorted as her voice raised a few octaves.

"Truce, Shiloh," he spoke up as he watched her cheeks turn red.

Shiloh pinned him with an audacious stare, "Truce?" she questioned haughtily. "What's wrong, Warent? Can't you take the heat?"

He arched an eyebrow, "Yes, I can, Shiloh."

She nodded, "Good." She then flashed a smirk at him. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did," he guffawed. 

Shiloh let loose an exasperated sigh, "Forget it then!" She pushed away the bowl of oatmeal then left the table. Into her bedroom, she fled, flopping onto the bed.

She heard the chair scrape on the wooden floor then footsteps that grew louder as they grew closer. A floorboard near the bed squeaked, alerting her to his presence. The mattress gave as he sat next to her. "I'm sorry, Shiloh," he spoke softly, gently placing a hand on her lower back. "You can ask me anything you want."

She turned to face him with a serious expression on her face. "Why after our rendezvous did you start treating me like you did? What did I do?" Tears gathered in her eyes, threatening to spill.

"Ah, honey, don't cry. Please don't cry. I didn't mean to be a dick towards you. You want to know why. It was because I like you. You're beautiful. You're smart. You're probably everything a man could ever dream of in a woman, but I know what we had would never amount to more than a fling for many reasons. One, you are royalty. You are someone special. Two, Vico would kill me and three, if by some chance he didn't, the boss would demand I stay away from you." Warent replied truthfully, "That was honestly the greatest night of my life. A guy like me normally wouldn't stand a chance with a woman like you. So since I couldn't have you, I felt if I put you down I would feel better."

Shiloh gazed deep into his light blue eyes. "It was a wonderful night. I enjoyed it very much despite the revelations of why it was happening. As for Vico, I've proven to him I am at least his equal. I beat him in a fair fight. I do what I want when I want with whom I want. The same can be said for the boss. Nathan knows how I feel about his off-limits decree. He will not dictate to me whom I can and can't fuck!"

Warent shook his head, "Shiloh, you're a beautiful woman. Men will always be interested in you. Don't cheapen yourself by giving your body to every man you meet. You are better than that."

Shiloh's cheeks grew red with anger, "I don't give my body to every man I meet. I give my body to those I want," she said with emphasis, "and right now I'm lonely. I have no one," she murmured as the anger drained from her face then she turned away, facing the wall.

"What about Rhys?"

She shook her head, "It's over. He left me a 'Dear Shiloh' letter."

"Then he's stupid for giving someone as exquisite as you up so easily," he scoffed then shook his head as well. "What about that guy Tony brought in with him?"

"Essex, you mean," she replied then shrugged her shoulders. "He is just a fling; he's not the type to settle down."

"Neither am I, Shiloh, if that's where this is going. We could fuck, but that's all it'd ever amount to and it'd have to be in secret. No one could know."

"Why?"

"For the same reasons I gave you a few minutes ago. Just because you are over Vico doesn't mean a damn thing to him. He still believes you belong to him, despite all the denials, all the fighting. We all know the score. Truthfully, I like my balls and everything else exactly where it is... attached to my body." Warent quipped, "I won't gamble with that."

"Fine, get the fuck out, you ill-bred coward! Take the tray with you," Shiloh barked angrily. "Don't you dare come back here ever again!!? Chella can send someone else to deliver my meals!"

Warent rubbed his face, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," his voice taking on a soothing tone.

Shiloh glared at him. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him walk out of her bedroom. How dare he turn her down!?!? "You'll be mine if it's the last thing I do," she whispered to herself. 

She heard the dishes rattle as he put them on the tray. She bounded from the bed then returned to the table, watching him stack the dishes. 

"Warent, please don't go. Please don't leave me alone. I need you," she purred softly. She wedged herself between him and the table.

He sighed heavily, trying his best not to touch her, "We can't, Shiloh."

"Yes, we can. It doesn't matter if it's just a fling; it's our secret. I rather prefer it that way," she replied before she nibbled on his neck then rubbed his growing erection with the palm of her hand. "We could fuck right here on the table. All we'd need to do is open your pants. I know you want to fuck me. I can see your lust for me. I can feel it hot and hard pressing against me. I need this. Please don't make me beg."

Warent pulled away from her then backed towards the door, his hands in the air at shoulder level as he headed for the door. "No, Shiloh, I'm not going to fuck you."

Shiloh screamed in frustration, watching him leave. She stalked to her couch then lay down on it. "Please, Bastian, hear me. Help me. All this lust is building up inside me with no one to share it. Send me Ni'as. Relieve me of what I feel. I need you," she begged.

Heat blossomed within her. Wetness coated her channel and tingling sensations gathered deep within. She groaned raggedly then ran her hands down the front of her body. She combed them through the sparse patch of light hair that topped her pussy lips then spread them open. She skimmed her fingers over her clit, delighting in the surge of pleasure that zinged through her. She rubbed it gently before dipping into her wetness. Her fingers breached her channel, sliding in and out, while rubbing her clit. 

Shiloh moaned as her hips jerked. Need claimed her. She slipped three slender fingers between her warm, wet lips and groaned. Doubling her efforts on her clit with her thumb, she stroked it into oblivion. She whimpered as she crested in orgasm. 

Tears rolled down her cheeks and she cried out to Bastian. Her play hadn't helped her predicament. It stoked the flames of her lust higher; leaving her just as desperate and needy as before. 

"FUCK!"" she screamed then hobbled into her bedroom. She curled into a ball, once again seeking solace in sleep. Perhaps Ni'as would come to her in her dreams.

O.O

After napping for a few hours, Shiloh crawled out of bed, determined that the next male that showed up with her food would fuck her. Her need would be quenched. With that determination, she quickly bathed, coifed her hair then buffed her nails before applying a coat of blood red polish. Next, she artfully applied her makeup, using it to further enhance her beauty. Finally, she donned her red and gold armor, using its glamered effect to make it look like a red leather mini-dress with a plunging neckline, which emphasized her bountiful cleavage. 

As the mantle clock chimed the noon hour, she sat down on her couch to await the arrival of her lunch. She hoped the Bear Pit was still busy so Chella would have to send one of the guards. She knew Warent wouldn't be coming back. She cursed him for turning her down. Her thoughts swirled. She'd never looked twice at Wesh before. Perhaps now was the time to do so... if Wesh delivered her meal.

A gentle knock at the door came, Shiloh bounded down the stairs to answer it. She didn't bother with formalities this time. She cracked the door then peaked out. Her elation plummeted as she caught sight of Trissa. She sighed then let her in. She followed Trissa to the table.

"Look at you," Trissa sneered, "All dolled up and no one to screw."

"Says who?" Shiloh retorted, lifting the cover from her plate of food. She perused the contents. She curled her lips at the sight of the roast chicken, boiled potatoes, and mixed vegetables swimming in a creamy sauce. "Take this back. Tell Chella this fatty food doesn't tempt my palate."

"My, my, aren't we haughty? She gives you the best and you turn your nose up at it. I guess Warent turning you down really must've pissed you off," Trissa taunted. 

"You must be delusional. I don't know what you're talking about," Shiloh shot back.

"He's been seeing Nelina. When he returned, she knew another woman had been all over him. She told me what happened. She wasn't too happy about it either. I'd be on my guard if I were you, the next time you go in the Bear Pit. She just might skewer you to the wall with her sword."

Shiloh laughed in Trissa's face, "If you think I'm scared of a guard then you don't know me very well."

Trissa smirked at her. "You just wait until I tell Vico what you've been up to. He'll listen to me. We've been fucking regularly. He's the best I've ever had, and I aim to keep him. He'll put you in your place."

"You can tell Vico all you want. I'm not afraid of him, either. Now take those trays and get out. Don't come back!" Shiloh retorted then marched to the door. She opened it, watching as Trissa piled the plates onto one of the trays then carried them out.

Shiloh slammed the door behind her. She impatiently tapped her foot on the floor. Surely there had to be a man around willing to take care of her needs. Opening her door, she slipped down the stairs, shutting it behind her. Crossing the building foyer, she glanced at the door opposite of hers then smiled. Now might be a good time to meet her neighbor. She hoped she had a handsome male neighbor who lived there alone, and would be taken by her beauty. 

She knocked on the door loudly, recalling how she'd never seen or heard anyone come in or out of this apartment in all the time she'd lived in the building. She waited a few moments before knocking a second time. Hope plummeted as she heard nothing. She let out an exasperated sigh then knocked a final time. 

She gasped as the door opened; a middle-aged man peered out at her. Her eyes flicked over his rugged features, zeroing in on the scar that ran the length of his face from his brow to his chin. She backed up a bit, letting her eyes wander down his muscular chest to his thick thighs. Tiny briefs covered his groin. 

"What do you want?" His eyes flashed as a low growl slipped from his lips.

Her eyes met his; she smiled wickedly. "I live across from you. I just wanted to meet my neighbor. Have I come at a bad time?"

"You could say that. Your incessant pounding woke me," he spat angrily. 

"Perhaps there's something I can do to make that up to you, my good man," she purred, taking a step closer. She stretched her hand out, letting her fingers dance upon his abdomen. "I'm Shiloh and you are?"

"Theros," he growled, grasping hold of her, dragging her into the room then slammed the door shut behind her. Lifting her, he threw her over his shoulder, carrying her into his bedroom then proceeded to toss her onto the bed. "You want to make it up to me, slut. Get on your hands and knees." 

Shiloh hastily removed her glamered armor, tossing it to the floor. She did as he ordered, getting into position on her hands and knees. She spread her legs wide, revealing her pink puckered back door and dripping wet slit. She could feel her clit swelling, her pink lips plumping as blood engorged them. She groaned, rubbing her hardened nipples against the blanket covering the bed. 

She glanced back over her shoulder at him then moaned low in her throat at the sight of him stroking his cock through the fabric of his smallclothes. "Please, fuck me," she begged then spread wider, shoving her bottom higher into the air.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 40-42



She quivered as he gripped her hips, leaning in toward her. He pressed his face between her legs, inhaling her musky scent. His tongue snaked out and licked her slit. Shiloh cried out, pushing back against him. Juices poured out, wetting his mouth and chin. He lapped greedily before pulling away. Shiloh groaned in protest at the loss of his tongue. 

"I'm going to ravage you, slut," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. He didn't miss the hitch in Shiloh's breath, or the way her pussy quivered at the sound of Theros's voice. "Lay back," he ordered then watched as she complied. "Spread your legs."

She did, her pink pussy and puckered hole on display, Theros crawled over the bed; his hands grasping her thighs, pushing them further apart, feeling the muscles tighten and strain under his palms.

Theros slowly moved up Shiloh's body, his teeth nibbling lightly at the soft lines of her form. He grinned, predatorily, his thumbs digging softly in the groove of Shiloh's thighs. Shiloh dug her fingers in the blankets, her breath already short.

Theros's lips pursed around one of her nipples, suckling and biting until it hardened between his teeth. Shiloh moaned thinly, her pussy leaking against the quilted panels of his bedspread beneath her, Theros then pushed her hard against the bedding, his hairy legs dragging against the soft skin of Shiloh's thighs.

Shiloh raised her hands to clutch at Theros's hair, but Theros intercepted them, grabbing both wrists in one of his hands, pushing them back against the headboard, his eyes shimmering like pools of liquid fire. "Don't move. You can't touch. Just lay there, take it like the good lil' slut you are."

Shiloh's eyes widened, a shiver raking her body at Theros's words. She nodded, her full bottom lip pulled between her teeth, Theros smirked, guiding her hands to hold on to the headboard.

"Don't move," he repeated, voice rough as sandpaper. His hands left Shiloh's wrists then stripped off his briefs, his thick cock springing out, slapping against his belly. Shiloh half-gasped, her eyes wide in awe at the sight, Theros then bit back a chuckle. He knew he was huge; he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. This was going to be the best ride of the little slut's life. Theros would make sure of that.

He crawled up Shiloh's body, straddling her face; then guided the weeping tip of his dick across Shiloh's cheeks, drawing pearly white strands of precum over her high cheekbones, down to the ruby red curve of her lips.

Shiloh made a sound in the back of her throat that could've been anything -- hunger, want, desire, lust, all of the above. "Do you want this?" Theros whispered, shivers running along his spine at Shiloh's harsh panting, his dick hardening impossibly in his hand as he guided it to paint Shiloh's face. "I can tell you do, you're fucking salivating for it, aren't you? Think you can take it all?"

Shiloh smirked, "Yes, my good sir."

In a smooth roll of his hips, Theros pushed his cock past her half-open lips, stretching Shiloh's mouth impossibly wide around the leaking head. Shiloh struggled to breathe through her nose, gagging slightly around the girth; the sound went straight down to the base of Theros's spine, heat spreading through the rest of his body.

"Fuck," Theros's stomach tightened as he groaned. Not many women could take him like this. 

Shiloh groaned as if it was the best thing she ever tasted, starting to suckle on the tip, tongue pressing flat on the underside. The hand on her head kept her still. Theros forced another inch or two in her mouth as he groaned softly above her. "Take it, slut, suck it."

Shiloh swallowed around the cock in her mouth, Theros grunted, pushing all the way in, Shiloh's nose buried in the soft curls of hair at the base of his cock. Theros took a moment to recompose then began to pull out. His thrusts were short, hard, burying himself in the wet heat of Shiloh's mouth as deep as he could go. Shiloh took it all, sucking eagerly, wantonly, as though she was made for this. A string of breathless whimpers pushed past her lips, precum and spit trailing down the corners of her mouth to her chin.

"Now that's what I call a good slut," Theros praised, slightly out of breath, his hand cupping the side of Shiloh's cheek, feeling the shape of his cock stretching her wide. "Get it nice and wet, cus that's all you're gettin'."

Shiloh's moans vibrated over Theros's cock, nearly pushing him over the edge. He pulled out, his fingers plunging past Shiloh's lips, thumb running along her chin. "Gonna give your hungry little ass what it wants," he muttered, staring deep in Shiloh's eyes as she sucked on his fingers. Shiloh's pupils were wide, dilated, lost in ecstasy, and Theros didn't think he'd ever seen a woman so beautiful, offering her body like a sacrifice. He let his fingers slip out of Shiloh's mouth then dipped back down on the bed. Shiloh kicked her legs further apart, knees bending back against her voluptuous breasts, her pussy and ass as wide open as they could go in that position. Theros smiled, a rush of heat making his heart skip several beats as he ran his wet fingertips over the rim of Shiloh's puckered hole.

Theros pushed in, feeling the muscles part and give way, the ragged moan that left Shiloh's mouth all the encouragement he needed. He thrust his fingers up to the knuckle, forcing her open with rough, quick movements of his hand, watching as Shiloh thrashed underneath him, her neglected pussy dripping wet. "Please," Shiloh moaned, biting her lips. "Please, don't -- please."

"Yeah, I hear ya, slut," Theros muttered, scissoring his fingers deep inside Shiloh, drawing them out then spreading her as wide as he could as he lined himself up, his member aching for release. He used his fingertips to keep Shiloh stretched, then pushed in, the large head splitting Shiloh open as it forced past the guardian ring.

Shiloh keened, long and guttural, as her eyes rolled in the back of her head then tried to relax against the onslaught. Theros didn't give her time to adjust, plunging right in, not stopping until his balls slapped against the back of Shiloh's ass.

Shiloh's breath was short and erratic, her eyes half mast as she stared up at Theros, dark hair damp in his eyes, his hands spreading Shiloh wide as he crouched above her, his lips parted around a groan.

He drew all the way out, leaving Shiloh aching and empty for a handful of seconds before slamming back in to the hilt. Shiloh wailed, each brutal thrust into her ass forcing her thighs hard against her jiggling breasts. Theros held her down, fucking her hard.

"Please, touch my pussy," Shiloh moaned, her arms straining against the headboard. "Please -- I want -- I need --"

Theros ignored her plea, slamming into her harder while he watched her breasts bounce with the force of each thrust. After a few moments, his hand dipped into Shiloh's soaking wet channel, jamming two thick fingers inside her. She squealed as the thrusts of his fingers mimicked the motion of his hips. She bucked beneath him. She clenched her walls around his invading digits while the puckered ring tightened to a stranglehold around his dick. Shiloh was coming, wet and messy, gushing out to coat his fingers, thighs and balls. She screamed, shook, and clawed at Theros's shoulders. Her body tightened painfully around Theros', and he grunted, teeth sinking in his lip as he worked his hips harder, faster. "So -- FUCKING -- good," he groaned, then with a final thrust, he came, too, smothering a growl against the soft fragrant skin of Shiloh's neck as white ropes of cum spurting in bursts battered her darkened depths.

It took a while for either of them to get their bearings back. Eventually, Theros managed to pull himself together, sliding his softening cock from Shiloh's ass then rolling to the side of the bed, his chest heaving with hard, short breaths.

"Fuck, you really are a first rate whore. Now get the hell out before I call the Dhorn. Don't let me catch you near my door again." Theros grunted his voice rough and dry.

Shiloh staggered off the bed then reached for her armor, "Asshole," she ground out, feeling as unfulfilled as she had before their encounter, pulling the garment over her head. She thanked her lucky stars that the glamered enchantment remained even though she had removed it. 

Spinning on her heel, she exited the bedroom then the neat tidy apartment altogether, shutting the door behind her. She returned to her apartment, making her way to the tub. She filled it full then slid into the warm depths, moaning as it enveloped her body. She washed leisurely, paying special attention to her groin and bottom. Once she stepped out, she readied herself once again for her next meal. She reapplied her makeup then wiggled back into the tight red dress. A thought slipped through her mind. She deserved to be pampered more than what she could do on her own. Grabbing a scrap of paper she scrawled a note, addressing it to Chella. Then she headed to her door then outside of her building. Eyeing a young boy poking what appeared to be a dead rat with a stick, she cleared her throat. 

"Hey boy, would you like to earn a gold piece?" 

An excited look crossed his face. He tossed the stick aside, running up to her. "Yes, Miss, I would."

Shiloh smiled then dropped the gold piece and the note into his outstretched hand. "Take this to Chella in the kitchens of the Bear Pit." Shiloh gestured to the restaurant across the street.

"Sure thing, Miss," he exclaimed then dashed through the pouring rain over to the Bear Pit. Shiloh waited just inside the door of her building, watching as he entered the tavern.

O.O

The young boy of ten years old skipped through the rain then entered the establishment known as the Bear Pit. He looked around then sheepishly approached one of the waitresses. "Are you Chella?" he asked as he flashed a pair of big brown puppy dog eyes. 

The waitress smiled down at the boy, "No, I'm Bianca. Chella runs the kitchens. Why do you want her?"

"I have this note for her. A pretty lady across the street gave me a coin to deliver this note to Chella. It's important," he replied.

"Alright then you can follow me," she smiled back then led the boy up to the kitchen and Chella. She cleared her throat to get the portly woman's attention. "Chella, this boy has a note for you from Shiloh."

"Thank you, Bianca," Chella nodded before turning her attention to the boy. "What a wonderful child you are bringing the note to me instead of running away with the money. Here's another coin for you." She accepted the note he held out then handed him the coin. She watched as the boy bit into both coins, giggling before dashing out of the kitchen, gone on his merry way.

Chella smoothed the note the boy had held in his grubby hands, perusing the contents. It read:

Chella,

Please send someone to Carla's Palace of Beauty for me to arrange for a private grooming. Money is not an issue. 

For supper, I'd like a bowl of your stew.

Love, Shiloh

The portly woman shook her head at Shiloh's audacity. "Silia," she called out. "Run over to Carla's, ask her to send one of her girls to Shiloh's apartment. Tell her whatever payment she'd like will be paid once the service is complete." 

The girl bobbed a curtsy then grabbed a cloak. She threw it around her then dashed out of the kitchen.

O.O

Shiloh watched as the boy dashed back out of the Bear Pit, picking up the stick he'd thrown aside. He resumed poking the dead rat before a Dhorn patrolman chased him off. She sighed then returned to her apartment, making herself comfortable on her couch. There she waited until a soft knock sounded upon the door. She bounded from the couch to the door, cracking it open to peek outside, "Who is it?" 

A red haired female smiled widely, "I am Ava from Carla's Palace of Beauty. I've come as requested."

Shiloh's eyes flicked over the woman, noting her white blouse, black skirt, black stockings, and shoes as well as the case she held in one hand. "Come in, Ava. I am so happy you came."

Ava curtseyed, "Many noble ladies have us come to their homes for service. They do not wish to go out alone. It can be dangerous."

Shiloh smirked, "More than you know, my dear."

"Do you have a preference where I set up? And what sort of a treatment would you like today?" 

Shiloh pursed her lips as she scanned the apartment, "On the table, please. I shall just take a seat in one of the chairs. I am in need of a full beauty treatment. I would like the dead dry ends of my hair cut off. I am willing to sacrifice my thigh length tresses. Then you may proceed with a facial and full make-up. After that, I desire a manicure and pedicure. You will be paid handsomely for your time."

"Let's get started then."

A few hours later, Shiloh peered into her full-length mirror. She admired the way her once thigh length hair now brushed the tops of her shoulders. The expertly applied cosmetics enhanced her natural beauty. She preened then twirled, giggling with joy. 

"You're very beautiful," Ava beamed as she packed up the tools of her trade. 

Shiloh gracefully inclined her head and handed her a pouch of coins. "Take this as payment and in appreciation of your work. I would like a treatment such as this on a weekly basis. Can that be arranged?"

"Yes, it can. You'll have to speak with Carla," Ava replied. "I would be more than happy to do your treatments."

"Thank you, my dear girl," Shiloh slipped into the glamered armor she'd had on earlier that day then adjusted the neckline, accentuating her cleavage. 

Ava then headed for the door, allowing Chella to come in with her supper. The robust woman carried the tray to Shiloh's table. "Now little Shiloh, you are going to eat what I've brought you, I won't hear any sass out of you." Chella snapped her fingers then sat down in one of the chairs.

"Yes, Mother Hen," Shiloh quipped, taking a seat across from her. 

"You barely touched your breakfast and none of your lunch," Chella continued on. "You are far too thin; you can't afford to lose any more weight."

"I don't have much of an appetite. That pig Warent was rude to me this morning. He insulted me. Then you sent that bitch Trissa who couldn't wait to rub in my face that she's fucking Vico... as if I care. I hate that no good, low-life bastard," Shiloh bemoaned as she played the part of the victim.

"I suppose I will have to deliver your meals," Chella stated matter of factly.

Shiloh rolled her eyes at the older woman. That wasn't what she wanted to hear. "Why can't you send Denny or Wally? Why not give them a chance at some fresh air?"

Chella eyed Shiloh suspiciously then clucked her tongue, "They would take their good sweet time returning, I can't have that. Those two are lazy at best. Giving them a distraction like delivering food to you would be like giving them a free pass to goof off. It would also be a great disservice to the patrons." She shook her head, "Furthermore, where do you think you're going all dolled up? You are supposed to be confined to bed until you've healed sufficiently. You're not supposed to show your face in public, either. Master Nathan risked everything to rescue you. If you go out and are caught again then Tarleth and the others will have died in vain. Do you honestly think the Dhorn won't kill you instantly if they catch you again?"

"No, not instantly they wouldn't. They'd want to know everything I know, they would torture me until they get that information. I know that beyond a shadow of a doubt. Arto Benthur took care of it that last time. I'm sure he would be more than happy to do it the next, but I don't plan on their being a next time. I'd rather go down fighting. That way I'll take a few of them to the hells with me." Shiloh replied calmly. 

"Don't say such things!"

"Chella, I won't let them take me alive. I know what's at stake. Furthermore, I wasn't planning on leaving my apartment. I just want to feel good about myself," she fingered her shorn locks. "My hair had gotten damaged when Benthur plunged me into the pit of fire, so I had it cut. Do I look more mature... more sophisticated?"

"You look beautiful as always, little Shiloh. I don't want you leaving this apartment. It's too risky. I'll run you a bath, and then you can wash that heavy make-up off your face before you go to bed. You wouldn't want it to clog your pores and ruin your complexion."

"Chella, I've already bathed today, twice in fact. I don't want another. I'll wash my face later. I was going to curl up on the couch and read a book," Shiloh shrugged between bites of stew.

Chella frowned at her, clearing seeing through her subterfuge. "If it weren't for the fact I've so much work to do, I'd stay and keep you company."

Shiloh choked a bite of food then began coughing. She sputtered hoarsely, "No need for that." Then she reached for her goblet of wine, drinking deeply from it.

The portly woman cocked an eyebrow, "I know what you're thinking, little missy. You're planning to go out tonight. Under no circumstances will you leave this apartment. I will have Master Nathan post a guard to ensure you stay here."

Shiloh gaped openly at Chella, who glared back at her almost angrily, "That isn't fair!"

"What isn't fair, is you risking everything for a cheap thrill?!? You need to stop thinking about your own selfishness, consider everything The Family has done to keep you safe."

Shiloh pouted then lowered her eyes, shoving the plate away, "Fine, you win. I'll stay here like a good little girl." She shoved back from the table then stormed into her bedroom, flopping onto her bed.

Chella appeared in the doorway, "It's for your own good, my little one. I lost one daughter. I'd rather not lose another."

Shiloh stood up, rushing toward the stout woman, hugging her tightly, "Oh, Chella."

"Promise me you'll stay in until Nathan thinks it's safe for you to go out again," Chella looked up into Shiloh's eyes.

"Alright, Chella," Shiloh schooled her features into hard, unreadable lines, putting on her best poker face. She knew she had to convince Chella or end up with a babysitter. "I'll stay in, but I'm not taking another bath. Oh, can I have oatmeal with peaches and cream for breakfast tomorrow?"

"Of course you can. Now finish your meal," the older woman ordered as she led Shiloh back to the table then waited while her young charge ate it all. Then she packed up the tray and headed out the door. Shiloh sighed as she watched Chella leave. She didn't like lying to the portly woman, who'd become her second mother, but the insatiable lust in her loins ached to be quenched. She had to find fulfillment... soon.

O.O

Grabbing the red cloak she'd bought from Gaston's, she slid it in place over her shoulders before heading for the door. Once outside she glanced around. There were no obvious guards in sight; no one could be seen hiding along the widow's walk on the roof of the Bear Pit. Perhaps Chella hadn't had enough time to inform Nathan. With a satisfied smirk, she set off, strolling through the winding streets.

It was a beautiful evening. The rain had stopped momentarily. Nary had a cloud broken the wide expanse of glittering stars. The full moon sat high in the heavens, casting long shadows upon the cobblestone streets. Yet Shiloh knew this would only be a short reprieve. She would enjoy it though. It had been several weeks since the last day without rain. With a grin, she headed to the market, making a stop at Igor's Smithy.

"Hey, Shiloh," Igor beamed as he stopped working on the blade upon his anvil. "What can I do for you?"

She beamed a smile at him before digging a battered suit of armor from her portable hole. "I found this in a tomb below the ruins of a temple. Can you fix it so it can be worn?"




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 40-42



"Sure thing, working with you is always a pleasure!" Igor took the black leather suit from her. "Okay, let me look... hmm... This is a really old piece of armor you found there, Shiloh. I think I can make it fit you nicely, though. In the meantime feel free to browse my stock. This will take a while." 

Shiloh nodded then walked away. She sat down in a chair then watched him work. Carnal desire ate at her. She chewed her bottom lip, fighting the urge to strip her clothes off and demand he work on her instead.

Once the piece was finished, Igor presented it to her. "I'd like to see you try it on."

Shiloh grinned then accepted it from him, "Would you help me in then out of it? It looks tight."

He cleared his throat, "I think you can manage on your own."

She pushed her bottom lip out as she stared down at him. Then she headed for the changing room, removing her glamered armor. Next she wiggled into the black leather suit then laced it up. She positioned her cleavage to sit right beneath the parallel cutouts that ran from her neck to her waist. The suit flattered her voluptuous figure, but she knew she'd probably never use it. Her ceremonial armor suited her perfectly.

Returning to Igor, she twirled about slowly, "How do I look?"

His jaw dropped, he stammered for a few seconds, "You... look... gorgeous. I believe that's some of the finest work I've ever done."

She smiled, "The armor is lovely, but it's not really my style. Could you possibly try to sell it for me?"

"Sure thing, Shiloh," Igor grinned. "Like I've said before working with you is always a pleasure."

Her eyes twinkled. She leaned forward, giving him a good view of her bountiful cleavage. She then placed her hands upon the anvil. "Do you live here at your shop?"

Igor nodded, cocking an eyebrow at her. "Yes, I do. My private quarters are back through there." He motioned to a door at the rear of the shop.

"Do you have a wife and/or children?"

"I'm a widower, Shiloh, and my son died during the invasion. Why do you ask?" he licked his lips, eyeing the creamy expanse of her breasts through the peek-a-boo slits. Since they were eye level, he drank in the sight of them.

"Curious," she smirked. "Do you ever go out to one of the taverns, have a few drinks? Or perhaps meet a pretty lady and bring her home?"

He chuckled, knowing where her questioning was leading. "Of course I do, when the mood strikes."

"Does the mood strike you often?" She leaned in closer, giving him a whiff of her musky scent.

"I'm no different from any other man, Shiloh," he replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Put your closed sign out then meet me in your bedroom. You'll see why," she persuaded as she turned, heading toward his private quarters. When she reached his bed, she removed the black leather armor, making herself comfortable on his bed.

Igor entered the room slowly, stopping as he caught sight of her. "Surely you realize this is a mistake. I'm old enough to be your father, not to mention Nathan would be furious if he found out."

Shiloh pouted, then spread her legs wide, "He doesn't have to know. I'll never tell."

Igor licked his lips then groaned softly. He rubbed his face with his hands, stepping closer to the bed. His eyes locked on the soft patch of hair hiding her swollen clit. Shiloh licked two of her fingers then dipped them into her weeping slit. She pulled them out then crooked a finger at the blacksmith. "Come to me. I know you want a taste," she purred.

He joined her, grasped her hand then brought it to his lips. The inside of his mouth was hot while his tongue felt soft. He suckled her fingers, savoring her tangy honey. She pulled her hands from his grasp dropping them to his waistline. Quickly she opened his trousers, letting his cock spring free. Then she stroked it, feeling its heat. It was then her turn to lick her lips. What it lacked in length it made up for in girth. Its thickness excited her. She squirmed in anticipation of having it spread her pussy walls wide. 

She pushed his pants to his knees then allowed him to finish removing them.

"Lay back," he motioned, "Spread your lips for me. I'd like another taste."

Shiloh grinned then tilted her pelvis toward him, giving him better access. Surely he'd be able to satiate her lust. Surely he'd care enough to take care of her.

A stinging smack to her ass caught her off guard. She gasped; the pleasure and pain shooting its way to her pussy. "How did you know?" she groaned, relishing the tingling warmth of his handprint.

"You're a bad girl. Therefore you need to be punished."

Shiloh grinned wickedly, playing along. "Do you think you're man enough to do it?"

Igor leaned over her, the full weight of his body stretched taut against hers. One part of her screamed to be dominated while the other begged to be in control; she needed fulfillment and hoped he would give it to her. His lips brushed her ear, she jerked in surprise.

"I know I am, honey." The hard ridge of his cock pressed against the crease of her ass, she took a shaky breath. "You won't be able to walk by the time I'm done with you. It's been a while."

"Then don't keep me waiting."

He chuckled. "Eager are you, darlin'?" His husky drawl sent chills of delicious lust down her spine. "By your scent, I'd say very much."

"Extremely," she moaned. "I want it now."

His only response was to growl against her back, rumbling deep in his chest, vibrating against her already fevered skin. She gasped. Her pussy clenched, moistening for his cock. She couldn't bear the thought of closing her legs, any second now he'd be able to see the evidence of her unquenchable lust.

She was aware of him going completely still above her, the whipcord strength of his body held taut, reminding her of a cheetah about to spring into a chase. "Well, well. What have we here?"

Igor's fingertips slid between their bodies, caressing his way down her spine. He wove a spell of sweet sensations, alternately massaging then caressing until he reached her hungry pussy. His thumb brushed her clit. She jerked; the intensity like a lightning bolt through her nerve endings. "How badly do you want it, honey?"

Shiloh shook her head; she was beyond words until the almost painful sensation passed. Igor slipped his thumb past her nether lips, the tension threatened to destroy her will. "How bad, honey?" He purred the sentiment rubbing the sensitive nub of her sex between his fingers. "How long has it been?"

Shiloh's nails extended, she latched onto the mattress. Her body tightened in painful lust. Her thighs quivered against the mattress. If he didn't hurry the fuck up she was going to tear him to shreds.

He slipped his fingers inside, she cried out in sweet need.

"What does it matter?" Shiloh hissed, bucking her hips 

Igor's fingers scissored inside her slick canal, she whimpered against her arm, trying to muffle the sound. His dark chuckle was like a caress. Her muscles contracted around his fingers, she decided it was time to play his game. She then spread her thighs as far as she could. He brushed his thumb against her clit, she screeched.

"Like that, honey?" Igor nuzzled the bend of her hip nipping at the sensitive skin under the ridge.

Shiloh trembled, all thoughts of escape flying from her mind, "Gods yessss!!!!?" Her words came out husky.

"I thought so," his breath heated the folds of her sex, she moaned. His tongue made a swipe against her clit, electric sparks shooting through her hungry cunt. His fingers worked their magic, moving slowly, achingly in then out of her hot sex. Gods if he didn't hurry up she was going to scream!

Her breath came in soft gasps as his tongue pierced her, lapping at her juices in soft swipes. He purred against her slit then she did scream, her climax rising.

Igor's chuckle was her only warning before he gripped her hips, pressing his mouth tight against her clit, growling against the aching nub until her body tightened. He twisted his fingers, Shiloh lost it. Her pussy clenched him like a fist. She arched back then screamed again, her orgasm pounding through her body.

He lapped at her juices, stretching out her spasms until she moaned deep in her chest. At her rumble, he pulled his talented mouth from her pulsing body. "Ready for more, sweet girl? I've got time." 

Suddenly, a loud pounding on the door contradicted the statement. Igor growled in frustration. "Ignore it. They'll go away." 

He skimmed his lips over her body until he reached her breasts. He halted, drawing one nipple between his lips. He nibbled then suckled, drawing moans from her throat. Shiloh squirmed about, digging her nails into the mattress.

Another louder pounding on the door brought Igor's mouth from her breast. He cursed the door; then slipped between her thighs, positioning his member at the entrance of her channel. Shiloh arched, whimpering. "Do it," she begged. 

With a push of his hips, the head of his cock slipped between her wet walls, sinking into her moist heat. He growled low in his throat as Shiloh quivered around him. 

A loud shout accompanied the next round of incessant pounding, "Blacksmith, open up in the name of Lord Kolvestan."

Igor scrambled from the bed, jerking on his pants, Shiloh protested sharply. His eyes met hers, "I have to open the door. Lord Kolvestan placed a large order." He quickly washed his face, before heading to the door. "Get dressed, please stay out of sight. I can't afford for you to be seen."

Shiloh huffed indignantly. Her needs were so close to being quenched. It wasn't fair! She quickly dressed, pulling on her glamered armor before peeking out into the shop. The nobleman's attention was fixed on Igor who busied himself displaying the weapons he'd crafted. Slipping from the bedroom, she made her way to the front door. She then cracked it quietly, creeping out into the night. She breathed deeply the fresh air. The chill of rain lingered, invigorating her lungs. She strolled away, but noticed the blatant stares of those she passed. Even a few members of the Dhorn patrol watched her carefully. 

Looking down at her bright red glamered armor, she instantly realized it attracted too much attention. She knew she had to be low key. Perhaps a new dress, she mused, then headed to Nora's. She hadn't checked the dressmaker's stock lately. Though, she knew Gaston wouldn't have anything that suited her purpose.

Elation flooded her as she reached the shop. She'd made it just in time, before the shop closed for the evening. She entered the establishment, approaching a rack of ready-made dresses. Nora, the shop owner, stood nearby working on a garment. "Are you looking for anything specific, dearie?" The older woman asked.

Shiloh smiled, "Yes, I am. I want something tight fitting, though easy to get in and out of, in black, which leaves little to the imagination."

The old dressmaker flashed an uneasy look at her, "That sort of outfit will get you in all sorts of trouble with the Dhorn. I'd hate for that to happen. Certainly they'd ask where you bought the garment then I'd end up jailed as well."

"I don't plan on getting caught by the Dhorn, my good woman, but if I do, your name will never come up. So, do you or do you not have a dress matching that description?"

Nora sighed, "I do, dearie. I have just the thing for you. One of the girls from The Wildcat commissioned such a dress before the Dhorn attack. She must have died, though, as she never came back for it. I've kept it ever since hoping I'd sell it to some brave soul. It's some of my best work." The old woman clucked her tongue, removing the dress from a garment bag then held it up before Shiloh. "Feel free to try it on behind the screen."

Shiloh accepted the tiny scrap of leather from the old woman, retreating behind the screen. She removed her glamered armor then slipped into the dress. It was extremely low cut, exposing most of the round globes of her breasts as it plunged to her waist. The skirt was just long enough to cover her bottom, resting at the crease where her cheeks met the tops of her thighs. If she bent over, everything below the waist would be exposed. She grinned, preening before the mirror. She then changed her boots, pulling on black thigh highs that matched the dress.

Now she was ready to go on the prowl. She knew this black leather wouldn't draw the same kind of attention as the red did. She'd be able to slink amongst the shadows. 

"I'll take it," she announced then stowed her armor in the portable hole. She handed a sack of coins to Nora before dashing out the door. At that moment she decided her destination would be the docks. She knew she'd be able to find many a horny man there. She didn't relish going into The Swordfish, not after the attack. She also didn't want to encounter Arto Benthur again anytime soon. 

The Swordfish though, wasn't the only tavern on the docks. She would go to Barich's. Surely being close to a defunct brothel would make it a place to find horny men, despite the fact the Dhorn had closed down those avenues of finding relief.

With her destination determined, she set off.

O.O

A lone man stared out his front window, watching the last few commoners scurry by. None of them interested him. Hunger assailed his senses. He groaned low, fighting the beast within.

In that moment, he caught sight of the most beautiful woman ever, strolling passed his window. His mouth watered, his heart raced while his loins threatened to erupt. He had to have her.

Throwing caution to the wind, he left his place by the window, dashed to the door. He threw it open, stepping outside. "Miss," he called softly. He mustn't attract the Dhorn's attention.

She turned, looking back at him curiously as he approached. The man smiled, his eyes drinking in her scandalous outfit, as well as the bare expanse it exposed.

"Yes," she replied.

He sniffed the air, catching a whiff of her delicious scent. He could smell desire, musk, and wildflowers as it clung to her flesh. The scents made her even more attractive. He moved in closer, dropping his voice to a near whisper, "You wouldn't perhaps be a-"

"No!" She hissed, anger flashing in her eyes.

He eyed her again, "I didn't mean a whore. I meant a thief." He flashed a sincere smile then chuckled.

"Perhaps," she smirked.

"Ahhh good, I'm Bardo Cross. I approached you because I have a trunk I've lost the key for. Perhaps you could pick the lock?"

She smiled, "Perhaps."

"It's in my house, please say you'll help," he smiled charmingly.

"What's in it for me?"

"Anything you want, my dear," he promised, his smile growing wider.

She grinned back as thoughts whirled around her brain. Anything I want... Visions of gold, gems, and sex danced merrily. "Sure!"

"Come with me," he led her inside. A blazing fire warmed the interior of the cozy home. He then motioned to a door leading to the cellar. "The trunk is down here. Follow me please."

Hairs stood up on the back of her neck as an uneasy feeling washed over her. Something didn't seem right, but she followed cautiously nonetheless. He lit a candle in a sconce on the wall nearest the staircase, barely illuminating the large space. Shiloh glanced around as suspicion settled deeper in her gut. "Where's the trunk?"

"No need to be concerned with that, my pretty," growling low in his throat.

Shiloh glanced through the shadows, using the darkvision Bastian granted her, making out the remains of three human bodies. Time abruptly came to a halt, Shiloh waited, too terrified to move. A low growl issued from the darkness behind her. Eyes wide with fear, she located the source, her heart nearly stopping. Standing a short distance away, illuminated by the torchlight, was a thing of nightmares. Standing on two hind legs, body covered in coarse grey fur, was a tall bipedal wolf with feral yellow eyes, a long distinguished snout, a very broad torso, and claws that looked like they could turn a tree into a toothpick. Its eyes bored into her own, to the very depth of her soul. Looking into those wild, untamed yellow eyes, she instantly knew what he was thinking, "Prey."

"Surprise, my sweet," he growled then bared his teeth. "Your schooling in deception could use some work, but alas, time's up for you. I will feast on your luscious flesh. I have a feeling you'll be delicious."

Drool dripped from his blackened gums and jowls. He howled then lunged at her, catching her as she sprinted for the stairs. Shiloh struggled, flailing her legs wildly in hopes of landing a solid kick. Bardo proved to be stronger, though. He pulled her to the floor, covering her body with his. He then sank his incisors into the tender flesh of her shoulder. Shiloh screamed in pain, thrashing beneath him. Blood oozed down her front, soaking into the leather, leaving streaks through her cleavage.

Bardo yanked her dress off, exposing her bare flesh. Shoving her legs apart, he positioned himself between them. Shiloh screamed as loudly as she could, Bastian's name on her lips, as she felt the coarse fur brush the backs of her thighs, "Stop!"

He threw back his head, letting out a howl that froze the blood running through her veins, making her freeze in place from her own terror. Stunned, Shiloh glanced back over her shoulder to find Bardo readying his assault, his yellow eyes glaring at her hungrily. Her terrified gaze focused on what was growing between his legs. In amazed horror, she gazed upon his cock, a giant bulbous length of flesh, shining dark in the pale light of the room.

Shiloh struggled to get away, but clawed hands wrapped around her waist, tearing at her skin. Screaming from the pain, Shiloh clenched as Bardo mounted her exposed form. Gripping her hips, he thrust forward, burying his cock inside of his helpless victim. She screamed in horror and pain as Bardo began his long strokes into her passage, his cock brutally ramming in then out of her tender pussy. Painful deep tremors wracked her body as his claws dug into her hips, holding her steady as he ravaged her, stretching every nook of her entrance then beyond. Bardo fell into an animalistic frenzy, giving into the inner beast, furiously ramming his cock into his screaming victim, a feral snarl coming from his fanged mouth. As Bardo worked her moistening pussy, an insatiable lust consumed her, causing her back to arch and her hips to rise for deeper penetration. A moan slipped from her lips as her hips bucked in time to Bardo's thrusts. She no longer feared for her life or her battered body as he continued his vicious assault.

Just when the pain dulled, turning into a sensuous fullness, Bardo threw his head back, howled then cum erupted from his cock to fill her slippery sheath. His pistoning thrusts reached a new frenzy, cum gushing out of her channel with each surge, pooling on the floor between her knees. Shiloh moaned from the intensity, the amount that spewed into her. She yelped in pain as he pushed her face against the floor, her body quivered as he pulled his cock from her bloody, stretched snatch with a wet sucking sound, a stream of cum flowing from her channel, adding to the pool between her knees.

He wrapped a clawed hand around her neck, lifting her to her feet. Then a long pink tongue snaked out, licking her face, her neck; tasting her. He then pushed Shiloh to her knees. She gasped as he grabbed a handful of her hair. His desires became all too clear as he pulled her forward, straight toward his cum covered cock. Her mouth opened to be filled with his cock. Shiloh's eyes flew open in shock as the beast's cock slid deep into her throat. Gagging, she fought to pull away, but he pushed her head forward, burying more of his vicious tool in her mouth.

Struggling to fill her lungs with air, she pounded her fists against his furry thighs while he thrust in and out of her mouth. He pulled back momentarily, allowing her to take a breath. Then he brutally plunged his cock deep into her throat right after, with her face buried in the bristly hair surrounding his balls. Holding her there, Shiloh swore she would suffocate from the huge intrusion before gagging on the salty substance that spewed forth from his sex. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 43



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

Academic Life



Shiloh ignored the knock at the door, unwilling to pull her gaze from the bound tiefling. 

The intensity of the second knock increased, still Shiloh did not relent. Her eyes remained locked with Narev's.

Following the second knock, came the sound of a key scraping into the lock. Then the inevitable sound of it turning within the keyhole. The door burst open, at that moment Shiloh turned to see who was invading her home. 

She took her eyes off Narev for only a moment, noticing it was Chella coming up the stairs. She looked back to the tiefling; he was gone, he had disappeared without a trace, "Son of a bitch!" Shiloh cursed, turning back to Chella with a glare.

"Watch your language!" She observed the carnage before her, noticing the blood stain on the rug. "Oh, MY… What happened, dear child? Who did this? I'll have to tell Master Nathan right away!" Chella exclaimed as she rushed to set the food down. "Have you been hurt?"

"No, I'm not hurt," Shiloh shook her head, glancing around at the wreckage of her home. "There was an intruder, but he got away."

"What did he want? He's wrecked your apartment. We'll have to replace almost everything from your bed to your sofa. Master Nathan won't be happy about this development."

"I know I locked the door when I left. He must have picked the lock. I have no idea what he was after, but from now on I'm going to be extra careful." Shiloh replied, knowing she'd have to keep her guard up at all times. Narev would strike again, that she was sure of. Shiloh knew she'd have to be ready for his next attack. 

"Yes, you will have to be careful. Maybe you should come back to the Bear Pit, sleep in your old room. You'll be protected with me to watch over you."

Shiloh groaned at the thought. She didn't like her every move being scrutinized, "That won't be necessary, Chella. I have a job to do. Anyway, I'll most likely stay at the hideout."

Chella cocked an eyebrow at her, "Shiloh dear, I worry about your safety. Too much has happened to you. I don't want you getting hurt again, or worse yet, killed. I must insist you stay at the Bear Pit where I can keep an eye on you, where there are guards to further protect you."

Shiloh sighed loudly, "No, Chella. That would be even worse invasion of my privacy. I like having my own apartment. This is my retreat. All that happened here was a random break-in, searching for valuables, but I keep those on me at all times."

"I wouldn't broadcast that if I were you either, missy," Chella frowned. "I'm still telling Nathan."

"I plan on telling him as well. It'll be better if he hears it from me first. He'll know what to do," Shiloh replied, attempting to persuade Chella to let her handle it.

The motherly woman's frown deepened, "Then I expect you to march your butt over to see him after you've eaten and we've cleaned up this mess. I need to make a list of everything we'll need to replace, starting with the bed and sofa cushions."

Shiloh threw up her arms in exasperation, "Look, Chella, I appreciate everything you're trying to do for me, but we're all playing this dangerous game. Things happen as a result. Therefore I have to learn how to take care of the aftermath. I need to be the one who cleans up the mess. I need to be the one who purchases the mattress and cushions. I need to be the one who replaces my belongings. I need to be the one who puts everything right."

With misty eyes, Chella reached for Shiloh, pulling her young charge to her large bosom, "You've grown so much." The plump woman said, squeezed Shiloh tightly.

Shiloh gasped, struggling to pull away, "You're breaking my ribs!"

"Oh, sorry, dear," Chella replied, dabbing her eyes.

Shiloh produced a handkerchief, handing it to her second mother, "Chella, I know how much you want to take care of me, but there are some things I have to do for myself. This is one of those things. I swear I'll tell Nathan."

Chella sighed, "I'm proud of you for being so independent, but the mother in me longs to fix it for you. I know I've said it before, but I've lost one daughter. I can't bear to lose a second."

Shiloh closed her eyes, yet she could still see the poignant expression on Chella's face. When she opened them, she embraced Chella fondly. "I couldn't bear to lose another mother either," Since I never really knew my mother. Mom and Dad were too busy with affairs of state. My governess, Chloe, and my nanny took care of my everyday needs. They raised me. Shiloh took a deep breath, "I'll be careful."

"I'd better get back to the kitchen. Bring me the tray when you're finished, dear," Chella hugged Shiloh one last time before she took her leave. 

After the door closed, Shiloh glanced at the wreckage strewn about her home. She reached for the torn sofa cushions then gathered up the destroyed feather mattress. She sneezed as a loose feather tickled her nose. Piling up the damaged furniture, she made a short list of the pieces she needed to replace. Then she grabbed a broom then swept the floor. She knew her first stop, after talking to Nathan, would be to the local furniture crafter. Then she would have to shop for some new dresses. She added her torn clothing to the growing pile. Surely once she spoke to Nathan, he'd be able to tell her where to dispose of the wrecked furniture. 

Shiloh removed the folded scrap of black cloth from inside the breastplate of her armor then tossed it to the floor. The portable hole opened, revealing the horde of treasure within. Shiloh pulled everything out on the floor, causing a loud clattering sound as gold and metal impacted the wooden floor. She sorted through it, fuming as she found the Golden Chalice. 

"How in the hell did this get in her?" She cursed aloud, thinking back to their time on the ship. Myra had to have slipped this in here when she wasn't looking. "Damn her!" No wonder Narev had come after her. She knew it would do no good to complain to Bastian. He wouldn't do anything.

After shoving the Golden Chalice along with the rest of her loot back into the portable hole, she folded it back into a square, stowing it in her breastplate. Then she grabbed the tray then left her apartment, dutifully locking the door behind her. On her way up to Nathan's office, she dropped the tray off to Chella.

She winked at Warent as she sailed through the door. Stopping before Nathan's desk, she curtseyed. "Hello, Nathan," Shiloh beamed merrily.

Nathan cocked an eyebrow at her, "Yes, Shiloh?"

She glanced around the office, "Where's Jacia and Mando?"

"Occupied at the moment, but that's not your business," he replied dryly. "What can I do for you? Aren't you supposed to be working a job for Alfons?"

"Yes, I have been working on it, but when I returned to my apartment, I caught a nasty little burglar inside. He had wrecked the entire place. He shredded my bed, the sofa cushions, ripped the books off the shelves and shredded several of my dresses. There was a short scuffle, but he got away. I don't know what he was after, but he made one hell of a mess."

"He wasn't a member of 'The Family,'" Nathan replied. "Make sure your door is always locked. I'll make sure there's someone watching your place at all times. It'll be someone who's out of sight, not even you will know who it is. Now is there anything else, Shiloh?"

"No," she shook her head, "Have a good day!"

Then she exited Nathan's office. She made her way down the stairs to the kitchen level. She stopped near Nelina, who glared at her. "Hey, Nelina, I heard through the grapevine that you weren't happy with me being frisky with Warent. I didn't know you were a couple," Shiloh confessed.

Nelina cocked an eyebrow, "Shiloh, not every man is going to want you. Furthermore, you can't have every man wrapped around your finger. I was more than unhappy. Keep your claws off Warent then I won't have a problem with you."

Shiloh's brow furrowed, "I said I didn't know. Warent and I had been together in the past. I was lonely. He was there. He told me 'no.' Yes, I had a tantrum over that, but I let it go. Just mind who you're talking to from now on and there won't be a problem. Are we understood?" Shiloh pushed past Nelina on her way down the stairs, ignoring Nelina's hiss.

Shiloh crossed the marketplace, stopping at a furniture crafters shop. She placed her order for a new sofa and bed, plus a new table and chairs. After paying in advance then giving her address for delivery, she left the shop, heading for Gaston's. Upon entering the tailor's shop, she walked over to the rack of ready made dresses, choosing a dark blue velvet gown then one made of burgundy satin. 

She slipped behind a lacquered screen, taking her time to try both dresses on. The dark blue velvet reminded her too much of her favorite dress. The burgundy satin did little for her as well. She hung both of them back on the rack then continued shopping. The black sequined gown she'd looked at before still hung on the rack, but she knew it would stand out to much. The yellow chiffon was much too delicate to be worn in the rain. 

"May I help you, my lady?" Gaston spoke up as he approached.

"I need a few new gowns. Several of mine were destroyed by a burglar, but I'm not seeing anything here that works for me," Shiloh sighed.

"Dear lady, how tragic," Gaston exclaimed. "I shall show you my special stock. Perhaps something will catch your eye."

Gaston led her to a large oaken wardrobe, opening it with a key. He drew a curtain, blocking the view to the rest of the store. 

"Thank you, my good sir," Shiloh smiled then examined the dresses within. She selected a form fitting black dress, a deep purple dress with a plunging neckline and a slit up both legs then picked out a red dress with matching boots. She tried all three of them on. Pleased with her selections, she paid Gaston then left his shop behind. She headed back to her apartment, unlocked her door then let herself in. She breathed a sigh of relief after checking the rooms. She was glad Narev hadn't returned.

She stowed her new dresses in her armoire, then stripped out of her armor. Shiloh quickly bathed, dressing in her new red dress and boots. Then she left her apartment again. River Road was her destination. She needed to talk to this Dan, find out what he knew about getting into the teacher's area of the Academy. She was sure those rooms were on the upper level above the student dorms.

Dan lived in the same building that she had met Joanna Winter when she visited the older lady for lesson four, though Dan's apartment was on the first floor. She climbed the stairwell then checked the numbers on the doors before she knocked on the Dan's. 

From inside a female voice called, "Yes? What do you want? We're not buying anything!"

Shiloh's brow furrowed, wondering if salespeople stopped by that often. She sighed, "I'm looking for Dan Addams."

An older grey haired lady wearing a bright purple dress opened the door then peered out, looking Shiloh over intently, "What do you want with my Dan?"

Suspicious woman, Shiloh scoffed inwardly. She plastered her best smile on her face, "I know him from the academy. I had a question about something we studied. I was hoping he could answer it."

The woman looked her up then down, her lips twitching.

"Hara, who's at the door?" An older gentleman bellowed from his easy chair by the fire. 

"A friend of Dan's," she replied. 

"Invite her in then bring me a pint," he called back then resumed reading from a large book.

Hara turned back to Shiloh, "Dan's in his room. It's over there." Then the older lady closed the door behind Shiloh, heading for the kitchen.

Shiloh knocked on the closed door loudly then waited for Dan to open it. A handsome brown haired man that Shiloh judged to be about her age, clad in the typical robes of a scholar, curiously looked her up then down after he opened the door. Shiloh flashed her best smile, leaning against the doorjamb. "Hello, handsome," she purred.

He grinned widely as he studied Shiloh closely, "Hey there! Wow..."

"May I come in?" Shiloh asked as she peered past Dan into his room.

"Uh…sure," he stammered, opening the door to let her slip past him. Dan shut the door then turned to peruse Shiloh's curvaceous form again. He liked the way her red dress hugged her body, accentuating her ass and breasts.

Shiloh grinned again, "You're Dan Addams, a student from the academy, correct?" Her eyes flicked up then down, taking stock of the scholarly young man.

"Yeah, that's me! And who are you?"

"Shiloh," she smiled, winking at him. "It's nice to meet you, Dan."

"We haven't met before, have we? I'm sure I'd have remembered you!" Dan leered at her breasts. He admired the way the dress lifted her breasts, exposing her bountiful cleavage.

"No, we haven't, handsome, but I did tell your mother I knew you from the academy," Shiloh smirked as she leaned against his desk, pushing out her voluptuous chest.

Dan fixed his eyes on her cleavage then licked his lips. "What can I do for you? The guys didn't send you, did they?"

"No, I'm here on my own. I need a little bit of information from you, I'm willing to do anything you want to get it," Shiloh purred seductively.

For a moment longer he stared at Shiloh's breasts then he quickly averted his gaze. He cleared his throat, blushing slightly. "Oh?"

"Let's assume somebody wanted to visit the teachers' rooms at the academy. How would they get there, now that the Academy's closed?" Shiloh asked as she gave her breasts a little shake.

Dan shrugged, still eyeing her breasts, "Uh... No idea? Walk up the stairs?"

"I can't do that, Dan. The door up is closed and locked, plus there's a big sign telling people to stay out," Shiloh pouted.

He shrugged a second time, shifting uncomfortably. Dan couldn't believe that such a beautiful girl was in his room, asking him for a favor. None of the guys would ever believe this.

"There's another way up, right?" Shiloh smirked, bending slightly forward, exposing her breasts a little further.

"Uh, no idea... Could be," Dan replied as he licked his lips then glanced away.

Shiloh beamed her best smile at him, "I'd be very grateful for your help, handsome." 

"There are things in the teacher's rooms that are rather dangerous," he replied, shifting again.

Shiloh smiled, flashing a coy look."Worried about me?"

"Well," he returned a shy smile.

"Please," Shiloh placed her hands on the desk, squeezing her jutting breasts with her arms, making them pop even more, "Do this for me?"

"You might mess something up or break something. Some of the teachers' stuff is very expensive," he warned.

"No worries, Dan. I only bump into things that bump back," Shiloh grinned lasciviously. "I'm pretty good at avoiding the rest."

He cleared his throat, "That's what you say."

Hara walked over to her son's room, smiling at Dan, "You haven't introduced your new friend to your father and me yet. She says you know each other from school?"

"Uh," Dan replied, remembering what Shiloh had told him, "Yes, we had some classes together."

Hara looked Shiloh up then down again. "Dearie, you don't look like someone who'd study at a wizard's school, but my Dan tells me appearances can be deceiving. I'm so glad that Dan's finally being visited by a girl."

"I'm here because I want something from Dan," Shiloh grinned, winking at Dan.

Dan cleared his throat, coughing slightly.

"Oh," Hara cocked an eyebrow.

"She just came over because she had a question about one of our exercises, Mom."

"Oh. Well, it's a good thing you asked Dan for help, dearie. My Dan's such a smart young man," she smiled proudly.

"I'm sure he'll be able to help me," Shiloh grinned insolently.

Dan studied the floor, looking very embarrassed. Hara gently squeezed Shiloh's hand, "Well, I'll leave you two to your studies. It was very nice to meet you, dearie. Stay as long as you'd like. We'll have supper on the table shortly."

"It's very nice to meet you, too, Mrs. Addams."

Hara smiled then nodded, leaving the room. "Parents," Dan groaned, shaking his head.

"Be glad that you still have your parents, Dan." Shiloh replied wistfully. In her mind, she recalled her beautiful mother. Shiloh looked away for a moment, gathering her wits about her.

"Huh? But, I don't know why Mom made such a fuss over you. I've had lots of girl-friends at the academy." He flashed a challenging look.

"Speaking of... I believe we were just talking about that other way up to the teachers' rooms," Shiloh smiled once more then stepped closer to him, toying with the front of his robe.

"Yeah," Dan took a deep breath, "The girls at the academy were all so arrogant and uptight. Robby and I tried to start a party every now and then, but it wasn't a lot of fun. I once tried to kiss one of the girls but she immediately went running and screaming down the hall." He rolled his eyes.

"Perhaps it's about time you meet some different girls," she grinned brazenly.

Dan leered at Shiloh's breasts a moment longer, "Yeah. Besides, most of the girls were ugly, nowhere near as pretty as you are. And flat like a pancake, too…"

"You like big breasts, hm?" Shiloh squeezed hers together once again.

He blushed deeply, "It's just... Sorry." He looked away.

"Don't worry. I like big breasts, too," Shiloh winked at him. She could tell he really liked her breasts. He couldn't take his eyes from them.

Shiloh beamed a sexy smile at him, "Well, if you want to touch, all you have to do is ask." 

"What?' Dan blinked, disbelieving her bold statement.

Shiloh moved closer still, "Isn't that what you want to do, Dan?"

He stared at her breasts again then backed up. "Tell you what... I'll tell you how to get into Lecturer K.T's room. But, I want something in exchange."

"I've already said I'd do anything you wanted me to, as I long as I get what I want," she winked at him, advancing another step.

Dan blushed, glanced at the floor then drew in a deep breath. "I want you."

"Sure," Shiloh smiled.

Dan blinked, startled at her willingness, "Really? You'd let me...?"

"Absolutely," she smirked widely.

Dan cleared his throat then carefully reached for Shiloh, cupping her full breasts with his hands. 

"Yes, touch me," Shiloh let her head drop back as she let a soft moan slip from her lips.

He studied her chest then massaged her large globes as he slid his hands inside her top, "That feels nice," he groaned.

Shiloh sighed with pleasure, urging him on.

He quickly withdrew his fingers, "Oh! My parents! If they walk in on us..."

"I wouldn't mind, but that wouldn't be good for you," Shiloh replied, thinking how it might look to Dan's parents.

Dan nodded, "Yeah. Let me think."

"Maybe we could lock the door? I promise to be quiet as a mouse," Shiloh batted her lashes at him.

Dan shook his head, " No, really... I... Not here, okay?"

"We could go somewhere else," Shiloh suggested.

Dan picked up on Shiloh's suggestion, "We could rent a room. The Thousand Steps Inn is just around the corner."

Shiloh nodded, "Sounds good to me. It's been a while since I've been to the Thousand Steps."

"I'll get us a room. Just meet me there. That way, no one will see us together," Dan added.

Shiloh pouted, "You don't wish to be seen with me?"




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 43



Dan sighed, "My parents wouldn't approve."

"It seems to me that your mother liked me," Shiloh cocked an eyebrow at him, "But that's neither here nor there. So do me a favor, get us a room with a nice, big bed." Shiloh winked at him.

"I'll try. See you there," Dan replied as he opened his door to let her out. 

Shiloh winked then sauntered from the apartment. Not wanting to seem overly eager, she took her time making her way to The Thousand Steps Inn, taking the long way around the docks. She smiled at a few of the sailors and dock workers as she strolled along. Then she grinned when she noticed the absence of a certain dock worker she'd tied to the bed in The Wildcat. She continued her stroll, lazily sauntering her way to the inn.

Shiloh stepped inside, her gaze scanning the common room. She smiled, approaching Frank Kelten. "Good day, Master Kelten," she beamed.

"Shiloh, how are you?" He returned her smile. "What brings you here?"

"Well… I'm here to meet a fellow. He's got dark hair and should be wearing a wizard's robe. Has he checked in?"

"Yes, he has, Shiloh. He tried to con me into giving him a room cheaper. Where'd you meet him, why do I get the feeling you're up to no good?" He asked as a devious grin crossed his weathered face.

She leaned in closer, lowering her voice, "It's a job to save one of The Family. By the way, which room is he in? And how long did he pay for?"

"An hour and he's in the room at the top of the stairs to the left. If it's for The Family, take all the time you need," he winked.

Shiloh laughed then headed for the stairs. Her long legs ate up the distance quickly. Soon she was standing at the door. She tapped lightly, "Dan," she called out as she pushed it open. 

"Hey again," Dan smiled brightly as she entered the room.

She beamed a grin at him, "Hello again, handsome." She closed the door, sauntering over to him.

"Like the room? I bribed a guy downstairs to rent it for us. Nobody's going to suspect anything." Dan looked around the room, smiling back at her. He shifted a little bit, licking his lips. Part of him still couldn't believe this beautiful girl was interested in him. 

"Is the bed as inviting as it looks?" A naughty grin crossed her face as she pushed the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders, the silky fabric hitched on her tautened nipples, delaying the full exposure of her breasts. 

Dan gulped, eyeing her breasts, "You look great." He licked his lips.

"And you haven't even seen me naked!"

He studied her further then he cleared his throat as he felt his arousal growing. "So, how...? I mean, uh…" Dan fidgeted slightly, groaning low in his throat at the throbbing sensation in his loins.

"Touch me, Dan," she pushed at her top, allowing it to clear her breasts. He carefully placed his hands on her hips, drawing her close to him. His eyes focused on her erect nipples. She pressed him to her breasts, nuzzling him as his silky hair tickled her skin. She let out as soft moan as his left hand slid around her back, holding her firmly against him. His right hand moved from her waist, covering then squeezing her left breast vigorously.

"Oh yes!" 

Cupping then stroking her breasts for a bit, his fingers pushed her top down further then trailed up to her nipples, feeling them taut under his enthusiastic ministrations.

"Mmm yes," she sighed as her head tilted back. Her body responded to his touch, blooming like a flower opening its petals at the first rays of dawn. Her nipples elongated, growing into stiff peaks. She let out another soft sigh as she felt a familiar stirring deep within her belly; a smoldering heat that dripped liquid fire down into her loins. Dan continued fondling her breasts for several minutes, unable to pull away from her creamy orbs. His hips jerked, pressing the growing bulge forming under his robe against her.

Unable to keep her hands still at her side while he explored her, Shiloh's hands caressed his arms before dropping to his waist. She felt around for a few moments before sliding them over his hips then downwards to his groin. She gently caressed his shaft through the fabric of his robe, delighted that he wore nothing beneath it. 

Dan flinched, shying away from her grasp. He gulped, "Uhhh…"

Shiloh arched an eyebrow, advancing a step toward him. She watched as he ran a hand across his brow, taking a deep breath. "What's wrong, Dan?"

"I... Uh..." Soft pink tinted his cheeks as a blush formed, "Nothing. Shouldn't we, I mean...?"

"Yes, let's," she purred then removed the rest of her clothes, hopping onto the large feather bed. She let out a throaty sigh as she stretched out, curling up on her side. Dan's eyes followed her every move, fixed on her naked form. He cleared his throat as her legs teasingly parted.

"Come to me," she winked. "Don't keep me waiting, handsome."

Dan licked his lips, pulling his eyes from her parted legs. He turned away quickly, undressing himself. Shiloh watched him intently, admiring his lean, lanky form. She sighed at the sight of his toned arms before her gaze dropped lower to peruse the dimples above his nicely rounded ass. 

He must have felt her eyes upon him as he blushed red. Shiloh flashed a curious look at him as she brushed her hand over the bed next to her. "You're a bit shy, aren't you?"

Dan pursed his lips before giving an apologetic smile. "It's just that I'm not used to undressing in front of a girl." He drew in a deep breath before turning around to face her. A look of pleasure swept across her face as her eyes drew in his handsome face. She let her eyes move over his face, caressing his features with her gaze. The arch of his brow was as delicate as the curve of a bird's wing, and his dark lashes were as lush, long and thick as many women  dreamed theirs could be. His nose was straight and perfect; not too broad, not too narrow. Next was the gentle curve of his mouth, framed by shapely lips, lips that could surely turn her to jelly with a single kiss. Her gaze traveled even further down, taking in the strong, graceful arch of his neck, the broad shoulders. His torso was as lean as the rest of him. She grinned as her eyes dropped to his groin. She had thought he'd be too embarrassed to get excited, but the thick protruding member proved otherwise. 

Dan joined her on the bed, sitting down by her side, staring at her lush body.

"Touch my breasts again, handsome," she purred, stretching out before him. She thrust her breasts up at him, noticing how his eyes had drifted back to them. Dan cleared his throat once more then caressed her left breast, barely touching at first before continuing with a little more confidence. He cupped the whole mound, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh. He squeezed gently, touching her nipple, making it tingle sweetly.

Shiloh moaned loudly, drawing a ragged breath. Dan's hands caressed her further, feeling her nipple swell as his thumb ran over it.

"Oh yes," she sighed, her hips undulating as pleasurable sensations rippled through her. 

Dan watched her, growing bolder with his exploration. His eyes met hers, "Should I touch your other tit, too?"

Shiloh nodded, smirking over his choice of words. Her smirk quickly turned to a moan as Dan smoothed his fingers down the underside of her left breast then across to the right, his finger and thumb gliding around her hard nipple. 

"Your skin is so soft, it feels wonderful," he murmured in awe. It was like caressing silk.

She pushed her breasts up into his palms, enjoying the feel of his hands on her, "Getting caressed feels very nice." She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations of her breasts becoming very sensitive. Pleasure zinged through her as he placed both hands upon her swollen orbs, splaying his fingers, flicking them across her chest. Ripples threaded through her nerve endings, heightening her senses further. This sensual torment was almost too much to bear. She couldn't remember the last time a man focused so thoroughly on her breasts. A loud moan slipped from her lips. Dan's own moan joined hers, echoing in succinct harmony through the small space of the room. He nuzzled her, letting his hands slide to her shoulders as he covered her with his larger body. 

Shiloh opened for him, spreading her legs as she giggled huskily. She was more than ready for this. She needed this, needed to feel him. He didn't keep her waiting, guiding his shaft into her wetness with one quick motion of his hips. Her channel squeezed his length as he filled her out. 

Shiloh then wrapped her long legs around his hips, squeezing them as her pussy clenched his cock. Twin sighs escaped their barely touching lips followed closely by a soft cry from Shiloh as he filled perfectly the void within her. Moving closer, their lips met in a full-bodied kiss. Dan moved gently within her, working at a slow, easy pace. He didn't want to rush this.  Watching her as she lay under him, he moved his kisses down the line of her jaw, along her neck then to the hollow of her throat. She shivered with pleasure, moving her hands up underneath his hair to lightly stroke the back of his neck. Instantly, his breathing  increased, his heart began to beat faster. As Shiloh lightly ran her fingernails over his skin, he shuddered, quickening his thrusts, eliciting small cries of pleasure from her.  Arching his neck under her touch, he bent his head down to kiss her shoulder then her collarbone, feeling the bones as they stood out sharply beneath her skin, grazing them softly with his teeth, making her arch her back under him. He gasped as that forced her breasts to his chest, breasts to which he was becoming quite enamored. Twisting, he stopped moving then cupped one upwards in his hand, noting how voluptuous she was. His hand looked almost dwarfed by their size as it lay on her chest, gently squeezing the rounded flesh.

Shiloh rocked against him, noticing the pearls of sweat beading his forehead. Grunts escaped his lips harshly, telling her he was getting close. Shiloh gripped his length with her wet walls, clenching them tighter. Dan let out a load groan before he gripped her hips. Still holding her, he pulled her upwards then reached around, unwrapping her lovely legs from  around his waist, trailing his hands along them to her feet to plant them firmly on the bed on either side of him so she was holding her herself up. Leaning forward, he grabbed the headboard, balancing himself then pushed. 

Shiloh's response was a long, drawn out, "Yes..." She shut her eyes, tilting her head back, lifting her hips higher then spreading her legs apart further. He pulled back then thrust in again. "Oh, mmmmmmmm," she purred, stretching her arms above her head. "More."  She moved in sync with him, feeling him spear her depths with his surprisingly controlled thrusts. Writhing, she closed her eyes, gasping, her walls twitching around him. "Mmmmhhh," she sighed softly. 

Then she could think no more of what had been his repeated caressing of her wet walls, bringing back that odd, torturous tension inside her. It had been like a wire stretched past its tensile strength; then becoming a liquid, melting sensation. Deep in her belly, just above where he had touched her with each stroke, she was melting; swirling against the earthly bonds that constrained her.

Each gasping breath that was forced out of her lungs by his passion sent the temperature of her molten core soaring, sweat poured from her brow. Her whole body was shaking now, not just the straining muscles of her legs and hips, but her entire being quivered in anticipation of the moment she would melt completely. 

Feeling it beginning, Shiloh braced then lifted herself as high as she could manage. "More!" she screamed, locking her sapphire eyes onto his cocoa ones. When that final barrier melted, the liquid inferno was released, she felt herself drawn upwards to those chocolate orbs, to his soul. His presence tempered her, kept her from being consumed totally, yet did not restrain her in any form or fashion. His calmness supported, surrounded, even encouraged her as she flew free, dancing like a flame amid the wind. 

Bracing himself against the bed, Dan obeyed her just before he cried out then shuddered, his face flushed. Shiloh could feel his sex pulsing inside her, shooting his warm seed into her, as tremors shot through her core. He remained inside her, though she could feel him growing soft. He watched her while she inhaled a few deep breaths. Shiloh smiled up at him, breathing his name, though it came out as a shuddering gasp. 

Pulling him close to her, she sought his lips, bestowing upon him a long kiss. His mouth moved over hers, mimicking her movements. He groaned as her tongue probed the cavern of his mouth, entwining with his tongue. 

With a groan, he pulled away from her, watching her as she stretched like a cat. "Damn, I really needed that."

He chuckled, eyeing her sex curiously. Shiloh spread her legs invitingly, giving him an eyeful of the pussy he'd had his cock in. She winked, "You want some more, handsome?"

Dan smiled eagerly, "I... uhm... could I take a look at...? I've never actually seen, you know," he studied her pink folds which glistened with the fruit of their sensuous labors.

"Be my guest," she purred as she opened wider for him, watching as he knelt down in front of her, carefully placing his hands on her thighs.

Dan's gaze met hers, "May I touch you there?" 

With a nod, she pressed his face to her abdomen, licking the subtle curve of her belly, nuzzling, wanting her scent everywhere; he parted her legs he drove his tongue up inside her, tasting her, inside and out. Then up slightly to that central point of all points hidden and protected until the advent of his vigorous tongue licking, then probing with fingers and lips as well. She begged him to stop then not to. Then she threatened him with death if he dared stop, fisting one hand in his hair, the other in hers, tugging as pressures built again, and infected the race of her blood. It entered her mind how odd that such a seemingly shy man had brought her to the brink of oblivion so quickly. She hadn't expected him to have such skill. 

Then it happened; an implosion. Everything went white. His breathing, rapid and harsh was the first thing she heard. His eyes, burning bright, the first thing she saw. Shiloh's whole body felt worn out, the intensity in his eyes was suddenly too much for her to see. She looked away. 

Dan noticed her reluctance, lowering his gaze. He looked away from her, "I think I should get going, but… uh... think I could see you again...?"

"You're not getting away so quickly, handsome. I'm only getting warmed up," Shiloh glanced back at him, cupping her fingers under his chin, bringing his warm eyes in direct view of hers. His smile warmed her as it beamed brightly. 

"I feel I must tell you the truth about the academy first, though. There's a secret door in the back of the library. A friend of mine and I found it by accident. It leads up to the teachers' quarters. I was working in the library, so I had a key for it."

A smile crossed Shiloh's face, knowing she was finally getting somewhere, "Do you still have that key?"

Dan grinned, "Yes, I kept it in my robes in hopes that the Academy re-opens at some point. If it doesn't, I've considered moving elsewhere with some friends of mine. Getting the chance to be with you was beyond my wildest dreams. I never thought someone like you would let me touch you or do any of what we've done today."

"Dan, I'm flattered. A word of advice, though," Shiloh winked. "Don't sell yourself short. You are a very handsome man. Some lucky girl is going to scoop you up and love you for who you are. You have many admirable qualities."

He cleared his throat, beaming a smile at her, "We'd better go... We've only got this room for an hour, and time's almost up."

Shiloh shook her head, "Don't worry about the time. I spoke to the innkeeper before I came up; he said we could have all the time we wanted. I want more of you."

"Shiloh, I can't stay here very much longer," Dan stood up from the bed then pulled on his robe. "I do have something I want to ask you, though."

She cocked an eyebrow at him, stretching out slowly; hoping the sight of her naked form might tempt him to have her once more. "What do you wish to know, handsome?"

"I'd really like to see you again. Do you think that's possible?"

"Anything is possible, Dan. I'd like to see you again as well." She grinned, reaching out to touch him once more. 

"Where do you live?" He shied away ever so slightly.

"2 Acorn Street, near the Bear Pit," she honestly replied, sensing she could trust him.

"I'll come by tomorrow to visit you," he promised before handing her clothing to her. 

"I'd like that, Dan," Shiloh smiled, dressing in front of him. Once she'd pulled her boots back on, she stood up then wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. "You made me feel good. I wish more men were like you."

Then she sealed their lips with a sweet kiss before flitting out the door, leaving him standing in the empty room. Shiloh had what she wanted. 

O.O 

Shiloh entered the Academy just before it closed. As she'd left the Inn, she ducked into a dark corner, casting Invisibility on herself. It had made getting into the Academy unnoticed very easy. She tiptoed across the grand entrance hall past two guards that looked bored to the door she'd picked open the last time she was there. To her surprise it was still unlocked. It became obvious to her if things didn't look out of place they weren't checked. Such a bad habit to get into, she mused.

After cracking the door wide enough to slip through, she breezed past the second set of guards, climbing the set of stairs they guarded. Once she'd reached the student quarters', Shiloh crept toward the library, unlocking the door with the key Dan had given her. Her thoughts turned to Dan for a few seconds, halting her where she stood. Though she would have liked to see him again, she knew it would be an impossible relationship. Nathan would seriously frown upon her bringing another outsider into the scope of The Family. Plus depending on what she discovered here at the Academy, as to Pia's whereabouts, it was very possible she wouldn't be around to receive Dan if he did indeed visit her. 

A small sigh slipped from her lips. Best not dwell on it, she mentally scolded herself. She had to focus on the task at hand. She had a job to do. Finding Pia was all that mattered at the moment. Shiloh slipped through the crack the open door made, entering the library as quietly as she could. She spotted two demonic creatures with wings flying around the interior of the room. Her brow furrowed. She'd never seen such things in all her days; she decided it was best to avoid them. She sneaked past each, quietly planting her steps as not to make a sound. When she reached the rear of the library, she searched till she located the secret door Dan had told her about. 

Manipulating it as skillfully and quietly as she could, Shiloh opened it then stepped through to a dark corridor. She closed the door behind her, making a mental note where to locate it again. Eerie silence met her as she made her way to the short stairwell. Only the sound of her beating heart, her soft footsteps, and her breathing could be heard. Places like this sent shivers down her spine. 

Pia, where are you? 

She wondered if the bard had traversed these stairs as well. Had she searched the teacher's level for whatever Alfons had wanted her to find or had some ill befallen the beautiful blonde before she could find it? Fear of the unknown lent speed to her feet. She hastened up the dark stairwell then headlong down an equally dark corridor. Two disguised doors caught her interest. She headed to the first one, manipulated the pressure plate then stepped inside a large feminine bedroom. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 43



Muted traces of a flowery scent lingered on the air, tickling her nostrils. This was definitely a women's room. She noticed the large mirror sitting near an oversized bed. Shiloh had to wonder if this room was the female lecturer's that Dan and his friend's would spy on. She could definitely imagine a few hiding places the boys would duck into while they watched the woman pleasure herself. Behind the floor to ceiling bookcases which divided the rooms or perhaps even on the back side of the free standing mirror… such naughty boys they were. 



Shiloh moved to the armoire standing next to the wall then carefully opened it. She peered inside at the clothing hanging within. They were robes, lingerie, and one particular dress that caught her eye. It was royal blue with a plunging neckline. Shiloh drew it out, holding it up in front of herself as she stood before the mirror. Very pretty dress, something she'd wear were it not for the name 'Lecturer Kathy' embroidered on the breast. Shiloh grinned…this was the room of the woman Dan had been spying on.

She searched the room thoroughly before hanging the dress back up. Then she exited the room, making her way to the next concealed door. Inside was another large bedroom which smelled somewhat stale and musty. A large desk sat in the middle of the room. Shiloh made her way over to it, quickly searching the drawers. Hidden within beneath a false bottom was a sack of gold plus a few scrolls. She pocketed the loot then moved on to the alchemists apparatus sitting in a corner. Upon perusal, she found a few potion vials which she pocketed as well. She figured she'd be able to identify them later once she'd discovered what had become of The Family's very pretty bard. 

Once she'd pilfered all that she could from the room, she exited the way she came in, heading further down the dark corridor. When she came to an intersection, she continued north instead of turning west, though she made a mental note to come back, once she'd thoroughly explored this area of the teacher's floor. Through two doors she ventured until she came to an oddly shaped room. It seemed to be a dead end, yet her rogue senses tingled, telling her there was more here than met the eye. 

She searched the room, meticulously checking each square foot until she noticed something odd about a section of wall. Then a grin split her face. There was a hidden panel door here. She quickly located the pressure plate that opened it and stepped through into a grandly appointed bedroom. This room belonged to someone important, she mused. 

A strongbox sat upon the floor at the far end of the room near a doorway. She noticed another winged demonic creature which hovered nearby it. It looked exactly alike the two in the library, quickly surmising this one was a wizard's familiar. She avoided it, taking the door which brought her out into a large office. 

A placard on the desk identified the office as the Chancellor's. Curiosity sparked within her, causing her to wonder if Pia's job had to do with the Chancellor. She searched the large desk, rifling through all the drawers. She found a note, a sack of gold and a book called "The Academy Compendium." The black leather bound book with arcane inscriptions on the cover looked very important. Shiloh grinned to herself as she stashed it away. Perhaps Alfons might find this interesting. 

The next room she made her way into was a small personal library. One shelf held scrolls which she pocketed. She could either decipher the arcane writings thus using them herself or sell them for a nice profit. Either way, she would make out grandly. 

Leaving the Chancellor's rooms behind, she headed back the way she came, this time taking the western corridor. When she came to a sturdy looking door, she quickly dispatched the lock. Opening it, she entered the circular room. Practically hugging the walls, she noticed a foul smelling creature with mottled skin and milky eyes. It reminded her of the undead she'd encountered while at the temple of Hyath on the Summer Islands. It would have been nice if Myra were here to destroy the foul thing. Myra wasn't here, though. She was in Sargoza happily cohabitating with Ni'as in hopes of conceiving a child.



Shiloh crept to a concealed door, manipulated the device that opened it then left the room behind. She stepped in a long corridor, noticing the pale green light that flooded it. Odd, she mused. Then a tingle slithered down her spine as the hairs stood up on the back of her neck. Something didn't feel right. She sensed something was watching her, but wasn't sure what or whom.

She proceeded down the long corridor to the stairs, but found the door locked and unpickable. She frowned; cursing under her breath then went back the way she came, searching the walls then doors for an alternate route. She found an alternate route in the form of a concealed door, which she skillfully manipulated. She stepped into another round room then disabled the gas spewing trap she noticed in the middle. 

Before her was a metal door with lightning bolts etched into each side. Her brow furrowed. She figured the door was rigged to emit a painful jolt of electricity if someone tried to open it. She searched for the trigger point then quickly found it then disabled it, tossing aside the mechanical bits of the trap. She picked the lock, entering a long corridor bathed with the same eerie green light as the previous one.

The same sensation of being watched crept over her. Warily, she looked around. Perhaps it was because this had been a wizard's school. Perhaps there were things here she couldn't see, but were watching her every move. The feeling was disconcerting. She certainly didn't like it, she reminded herself to keep her eyes open for anything. 

Down the corridor she crept until she came to another concealed door. As she touched it, a wave of magic washed over her, rendering her visible. Shiloh gasped as fear enveloped her, wrapping its icy tendrils over her skin. She whirled around, coming face to face with the one person she hadn't wanted to encounter.

"You," she hissed, stepping back from him.

"Surprised to see me, little princess," the red haired tiefling replied. His voice slithered over her skin as coldly as the fear that had assailed her. 

"I could've done without seeing your ugly mug, Narev," she retorted, venturing a second step back, "Especially since you disappeared from my apartment like a coward."

"Not cowardly, my dear, but mindful of self preservation," he insolently scoffed, "Live to fight another day is my philosophy."

"You should've walked away when you had the chance. I don't have what you're seeking. I have a mission to complete, you are delaying me needlessly."

"Such bravado you're displaying, but rather wasted on me. I can taste your fear, girlie. Pungent, delicious, a feast worth savoring," Narev grinned maliciously as he stepped toward her. "You're lying as well. We both know you have it." 

"But you can't prove that, can you?" Shiloh sneered, tumbling backwards into the shadows of the corridor. She reached a concealed door, quickly triggering the release as she felt Narev's hot breath singe her neck. She tumbled through the doorway into another lavishly appointed bedroom. 



A glowing portal flickered unsteadily while a large metal automaton lumbered ponderously across the room. Its metallic interlocking plates formed the body of this armored giant. Its gate caused the room to tremble with every step. Shiloh let out a squeak, tumbling out of its way. She hid in the shadows, watching as it unleashed a cloud of noxious gas towards Narev. The tiefling shuddered before leaping into action. He hit the golem with everything he had, sending the heavy blade of his greatsword smashing into one of the automaton's legs. 

Shiloh figured he was trying to bring the thing crashing down, destroying the armoring that held it together. She perused it fully, staying out of reach of its noxious blast. A metal helm topped what should have been its head, but no signs of intelligence could be found through the slit in its visor. As Narev and the golem drew near, she tumbled out of the way, plunging toward the flickering light. If it meant escape from the two combatants, she would gladly take it. 



So far she'd found no trace of what had become of Pia. She only hoped wherever this portal led her, she would find the beautiful bard. She glanced at the fight waging before her. Narev had nearly beaten the behemoth into twisted scraps of metal. She knew it would be over soon then he'd surely focus his attention back to her. She had to act quickly. I'd better not be here, she mused as she made her decision. Shiloh stepped into the light, feeling it whisk her away. A wave of dizziness overwhelmed her. Disorientation flooded her senses for a few long heartbeats. A swirl of lights and colors surrounded her like a kaleidoscope then a sudden sensation of falling. 

O.O



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 44



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

Life In A Northern Town

A scream erupted from her throat as she crashed into something with a bang as loud as her scream. Shiloh shook herself, clearing the haze from her head. She blinked and looked around, perusing her surroundings. She found herself amongst a pile of wooden debris that might have been a desk a couple of moments ago, before the impact destroyed it.



"Ouww... my ass," she groaned before she stood up, gingerly rubbing her backside.

"What the ...," A man clad in a long, black robe looked disbelievingly back then forth between her and the remains of his desk. "Who the hell are you?! And look what you did to my desk!"

"Against that wall is a stupid place for a desk. Don't you know anything about interior design?"

He glared at her. "Cheeky wench, you've left me nothing but firewood! To top it all off, I could've turned you into a frog!"

A smirk crossed Shiloh's face, "Just as long as you don't intend to kiss me."

"Very funny," he muttered then eyed her thoughtfully.

Shiloh puckered her lips then blew him a kiss, "Go ahead, look all you want. To do anything else will cost ya!" She grinned impudently, listening to the imp within her cackle. "Then again I am not sure you could afford me."

He rolled his eyes, "I'd like to know how you got here."

A wider grin split her face, "I'm sure such a smart magician or whatever you are should be able to figure that out."

"I know HOW you got here, stupid wench. I wonder how it is still POSSIBLE. I thought I had closed the damn thing last time," he fumed, scowling at her impertinence.

"It seems to me that you did a poor job," Shiloh retorted, no longer finding their verbal sparring amusing.

"Yes, you are proof enough," he shook his head in an annoyed manner.

Shiloh cut to the point, "I'm looking for somebody... a woman, in her late twenties perhaps, with sandy hair. It's possible that she used your portal as well. Have you seen her?"

"Oh yes, I have indeed. She arrived a week ago or so, ruining my globe in the process! I teleported back to the Academy afterwards, but as it seems the portal doesn't feel like being closed," the robed man said as he glowered at her intently.

"Are you going to tell me where she is or are you going to continue to stand there looking stupid?" Shiloh hissed tersely.

"She's most likely entertaining Baron Ravenstower. Now be a good girl and follow me."

"Who's Baron Ravenstower?"

"Baron Ravenstower is the liege lord of these lands. Come with me," he shook his head then opened the door of the study.

Shiloh frowned at the mage before her. "Your Baron Ravenstower can't be all that important. I've never heard of him." Her tone of voice became haughty as she followed the man out of the room. Down a flight of stairs then through a large workshop where several dogs lazed about then to a second set of stairs he led her. They entered the great hall of Castle Ravenstower, crowded with men, women and children seated at long trestle tables enjoying an evening meal. The haunting strains of lute music touched her ears. Shiloh pursed her lips at the familiar sound. It reminded her of home, being in the great hall, listening to a traveling bard who'd offered to perform in exchange for a meal or possibly a bed for the night. She shook her head ruefully. It does no good to dwell on the past, she scolded inwardly. That couldn't be changed no matter how hard she wished it.

The wizard led Shiloh to an older man sitting on a big, wooden throne. Baron Ravenstower, she presumed. She glanced about, observing the common folk around her. Then to her right sitting on the floor, playing a lute was Pia. Shiloh let out a sigh of relief, thanking the gods she'd found her.

"Shiloh," Pia exclaimed as she bounced to her feet, beaming an enthusiastic smile.



Shiloh returned the smile before returning her attention to the mage and the Baron he'd brought her before. The older man sitting on the throne glared at the mage crossly, perturbed at the intrusion. "What do you want, Terek? Don't you see I'm listening to the bard?"

Terek bowed respectfully, "Forgive me, my liege, but this girl suddenly appeared in my study, smashing my desk in the process. She's lucky I kept my wits about me and didn't turn her into a frog?"

"Ribbit..." Shiloh croaked, mimicking the sound of a frog. Mirth flooded her cheeks. She winked at Pia, who giggled behind her hand.

Baron Ravenstower bellowed with laughter, his belly shaking. "I certainly know what I would have done, had she appeared on MY desk." The baron gaze focused on Shiloh's bountiful chest.

"Could be your wizard doesn't like girls? I think he likes frogs, M'lord. He keeps threatening to turn me into one then kiss me? Please don't let him kiss me," Shiloh pleaded, trying to keep a straight face.

"Is that so, Terek?" The baron guffawed merrily, amused by Shiloh's antics.

Terek shook his head then changed the subject. He muttered a few choice words under his breath before speaking aloud. "The bard seems to know her. I think it is an odd coincidence that they are here."

Baron Ravenstower motioned Terek away with a wave of dismissal. "We will discuss this later. You interrupted the bard's performance. I want to hear the rest of her song, not your conspiratorial drivel."

Terek glowered at the baron, "As it is your wish, my liege. I shall take the girl to one of the guest rooms for the meantime." He then took hold of Shiloh's arm, pulling her along with him.

"Easy on the goods, jackass," Shiloh hissed at the tight grip he had on her.

He cocked an eyebrow at her then loosened his hold slightly, leading her to one of the castle's towers. After climbing more stairs then walking down a short corridor, he opened the door to a small windowless but comfortable looking room furnished with a large bed, a chamber pot, a wash stand and armoire.



She cocked an eyebrow at him then walked into the room, looking around.

"I advise you to stay here," Terek warned. "The guard's tend to attack first then ask questions later."

She scowled at him, "This'll do... for now, but Pia will be returning to Betancuria with me."

"I doubt that Baron Ravenstower will let the bard go. He's taken a liking to her music, amongst other things."

"Maybe I've taken a liking to her as well. She'll be coming back with me," Shiloh flashed an insolent smirk at him.

Terek shook his head, "I'll bring her up once she's finished her performance downstairs. You'd better be a good girl and stay in this room until then. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal," she sneered, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Good," Terek turned around, leaving the room behind. She heard the sound of the door locking from the other side then footsteps as he walked away. Shiloh stripped off the red dress and boots then slipped on her armor.

She began to pace the small room. Eight steps took her from wall to wall. She had to think. She figured she could probably sneak out, but considering she didn't know where she was thought not. She sat down on the bed, placing her elbows on her knees. She'd never heard of Baron Ravenstower, which was very odd. Her parents made sure that she learned all the names of the lands and nobles of the civilized world. Shiloh was sure that there was no Baron Ravenstower amongst them. So either this Baron just recently came into power, which seemed unlikely. Also since there weren't any signs of a recent battle that she could see. She had to assume his lands were so tiny that her teachers decided they were negligible. In any case she had found Pia. Now Shiloh had to convince the baron to let her beautiful bard return home to Betancuria.

Time passed as she watched a candle burn down. She hadn't left her seat on the edge of the bed. Her pondering continued when the door opened then Pia walked in. "Oh Shiloh, it's so good to see you," Pia beamed as she walked closer.

"I was pondering how to sneak down to you so we could speak," Shiloh replied to the vivacious blonde, returning the effervescent smile.

Pia giggled happily. "Then I suppose I have saved you the effort. But what are you doing here, of all places?"

"Looking for trouble," Shiloh grinned mischievously.

Pia grinned, "We're good at that, aren't we? You know, I was working at the Academy, and there was that shiny portal. I didn't actually want to step through, but I guess I got too close. Then suddenly, flash, I'm sitting on top of that wizard! You should have seen his face." Pia rolled her eyes.

"I stepped through the portal because I suspected you had, and it also took me to the wizard's room. Well, but not onto his lap," Shiloh smirked.

"Maybe I scared him so much that he decided to change directions," Pia giggled, as she crossed her eyes, making a silly face.

Shiloh laughed out loud, amused by Pia's self deprecating humor, "Well, I killed his desk in the process. He shouldn't place furniture near the exit of a portal, especially one of his own. You'd think a wizard would know better."

"I got his globe," Pia grinned. "What a thing to have happen. I'm just too darn clumsy. Do you have any thoughts on how we're supposed to get home? There's snow outside, a lot of it. I believe we are very far away from Betancuria."

Shiloh shook her head, "Don't worry, Pia. We'll find a way."

"Baron Ravenstower also said that he won't let me go," Pia sighed.

"That certainly isn't good," Shiloh frowned. "If that turns out to be the case, we'll just sneak off."

"I've been thinking about that, too, but not tonight." Pia yawned and stretched.

Shiloh watched her intently, "Tired?"



Pia nodded sleepily, "Let's get some rest," Then she made herself comfortable on the floor.

"Pia, why are you sleeping on the floor?" Shiloh asked as her brow furrowed.

"There's only one bed," Pia shrugged, curling into a ball.

"Don't be silly, Pia. It's big enough for the both of us. I'm certainly not going to sleep in the bed, leaving you on the floor alone."

A doubtful look flashed over Pia's face, "There's only one blanket."

"It's big enough for both of us," Shiloh countered, as she began to remove her armor.

"Well, okay," Pia sighed.

Shiloh stripped off the rest of her armor then crawled under the blanket. Her thoughts wandered as she shivered. The room was cold as was the blanket. Back when she still lived in the castle, the servants would warm her bed with a hot pan before she went to sleep. How times had changed. Shiloh watched as Pia quickly slipped out of her clothes as well, joining her under the blanket. Shiloh noticed Pia was careful not to get to close.

A sigh slipped from Shiloh's lips as she eyed the beautiful bard, "Pia...?"

Pia replied, "Yes, Shiloh?"

"I wanted you to know something. That night at the Lion's Head Inn, it was very beautiful."

Pia shifted, but did not reply. Shiloh glanced over her shoulder, gazing back into Pia's lovely face. She watched as Pia's cheeks flushed, her eyes fluttering closed then back open. A look of wonderment crossed the bard's beautiful features.

"Oh Shiloh," Pia wrapped her arms around Shiloh, gently pulled her close. Shiloh rested her head on Pia's shoulder, reveling in Pia's softness and warmth. Pia voice dropped to a barely audible whisper in Shiloh's ear. "I'm very sorry for bringing you into this situation, Shiloh. I promise I'll do my best to find a way home."

"We will find a way. We're two sneaky girls, aren't we?" Shiloh grinned, happy to be in Pia's arms. Through all the lovers Shiloh had, male and female, she realized that Pia was special. She had gotten very close to Myra, but always felt deep down that something was lacking. As she cuddled closer to Pia, she realized nothing was lacking between them. Deep in her heart she knew she could give herself wholly to Pia without fear of being hurt.

Pia giggled, "Yes indeed."

Pia tenderly played with a strand of Shiloh's hair, "I really mean it. I could never let you come to harm." Pia placed a soft kiss upon Shiloh's head, embracing her tighter. "Let's get some rest now."

Shiloh closed her eyes then drifted off into the willing arms of slumber. The bard and princess spent the night resting in each others arms, sharing their warmth.

****

Shiloh awoke abruptly when the opened the door to her room and somebody walked in. She rose up on her elbows, watching as the wizard stopped at the end of the bed. She glared at him angrily, ready to unleash a tirade at him. At that moment, she wished for a dagger to throw at him. How dare this man invade their privacy without knocking!

With a smirk on his ruddy face, Terek glanced at Pia then Shiloh, "Well, good morning ladies."

"You could have knocked before bursting into our room," Shiloh retorted haughtily.

Terek cocked an eyebrow at her, "Baron Ravenstower wishes to speak to you. Come."

"Fine, but you will wait outside the room while we dress," Shiloh demanded.

Terek shook his head, "Get dressed then follow me. I haven't the time for this nonsense. The Baron doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Shiloh flounced out of bed, grabbing her armor then slipping into it. She glared at the wizard, envisioning all manners of torture she'd love to wreak upon his flesh. Once she was finished, she'd sacrifice his soul to Bastian, letting her revered Lord do what he would to him for an eternity. The thought pleased her. She flashed an evil grin at Terek before strapping on her weapons.

Pia hastily scrambled into her clothing, covering herself with her pink and purple garments. She blushed profusely as she felt the wizard's eyes upon her, maliciously leering at her. He sneered; his upper lips curling derisively before he turned then opened the door. "You have to the count of ten to finish dressing. If you have not joined me by then, I'll escort you to the baron in whatever state of dress you might be."

Shiloh stuck her tongue out him then pulled on her boots. "Damn wizard," she muttered, cursing him vehemently under her breath.

A few seconds later, Pia opened the door to find Terek standing on the other side with the arms across his chest, his foot tapping on the floor impatiently and a perturbed expression on his face. He led them up to the next floor, escorting them into Baron Raventower's office.

Shiloh scanned the room. She noticed the baron was sitting behind a huge wooden desk with an unfriendly expression on his face. Sheaves of paper and leather bound ledgers sat before him. He looked up then set the pen he'd been dipping in an inkwell aside. 

"Here are the two girls, M'lord," Terek bowed dutifully.



The Baron briefly raked his eyes over Shiloh, glowering at her before his gaze moved to Pia, then his expression brightening immediately.

Shiloh curtsied before Baron Ravenstower, dutifully showing respect.

Baron Ravenstower cocked an eyebrow then addressed his court wizard, "Well, Terek?"

"She appeared on my desk, yesterday. I believe she had stepped through the remains of my portal at the Academy at Betancuria, M'lord," he replied then bowed.

A great chuckle erupted from the baron's throat, "At the very least, your portal provides us with pretty women."

"I can assure you there won't be any future arrivals. I travelled back to the Academy last night and made sure that the portal is closed now. I apologize for the trouble, M'lord," Terek inclined his head.

"Well, your portal brought the bard to me, so all is forgiven," Baron Ravenstower smiled affectionately at Pia before returning his attention to Terek.

"I believe the young one intends to take the bard with her...probably back to Betancuria," Terek offered. "She told me so herself. I'd keep an eye on her, if I were you."

Baron Ravenstower pounded his fist on his desk, causing the inkwell to spill, "What!? I won't allow that! The bard is going to stay! You will not take her from me. I am ruler here. My word is law."

Shiloh winced, "M'lord, may I speak?"

Baron Ravenstower briefly glanced at Shiloh then nodded his head.

She spoke in her most diplomatic voice, "Why don't we ask Pia what she wants?"

Baron Ravenstower shook his head, "Her singing pleases me. She's going to stay."

"May I stay then, too?" Shiloh asked then curtseyed before him.

He eyed Shiloh thoughtfully, "Hm... you?" The baron rubbed his chin, glancing from Shiloh to Pia, to Terek then back to Pia.

"Pia's a really dear friend of mine. I can't bear the thought of being apart from her," Shiloh replied, pleading with him.

"You're a singer, too," the baron stated, cocking an eyebrow at her curiously.

"No, I'm not, but I'm a very good dancer," Shiloh replied, smiling sweetly.

Terek cleared his throat at that moment, "If I may interject a bit of wisdom, my Liege. We do have a shortage of women these days. I'm sure the men would be happy to have her around. She should be able to keep them satisfied."

Shiloh flashed a glare at Terek, envisioning dropping him into one of Bastian's torture pits.

The Baron smirked, "Very well, Terek. Show me your breasts, girl." His face brightened.

Shiloh rolled her eyes then lifted her low cut shirt, baring her breasts. He gazed upon her with lust filled eyes, "Not bad... not bad at all."

Shiloh flaunted her large breasts, preening prettily before him, "Why, thank you. I'm glad you approve."

He cleared his throat, "You are dismissed, Terek. Your assistance will not be required further." Then his turned his attention back to Shiloh and Pia, "Alright, both of you come with me. I'd like to see just how much you like each other." A smarmy smirk graced his aged features.

Shiloh sighed, following behind him. She glanced over to Pia, who walked beside her. She caught the strained look on the bard's face. Shiloh knew what the baron had in mind for them. It was in that moment that she knew Pia did not relish the thought of being at the mercy of a man in power. Ravenstower led them to a large bedroom suite. He stopped just short of the bed that filled most of the room. "You girls are really pretty," The Baron eyed Pia and Shiloh hungrily.

Fidgeting, Pia cleared her throat. "Shall I sing for you now, M'lord?"

The Baron shook his head, "Not yet, bard. Wait here." He strode over to an armoire, removing a few pieces of leather and lace. "Put these on." He then handed Pia a pair of thigh high boots.

Frowning, Pia eyed them critically, her lips curling, "Black? I don't think black becomes me."

"You'll look fine in them, I'm sure," he replied.

"Well, okay," Pia sighed, slipping off her purple boots.

Baron Ravenstower cleared his throat, "Just the boots, bard. Take the rest off."



Pia gasped in surprise, her brow furrowing, "Oh." Her fidgeting resumed as she eyed the boots again. With a sigh of submission, she removed the pink and purple clothing then eased the boots up her shapely legs.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 44



Intently, The Baron watched every move Pia made. Lust held his eyes fixed on her while his skin heated with arousal, "Very nice, my dear bard. I'm glad I decided to keep you for my own."

Pia pulled a face as she looked away from Baron Ravenstower. Her cheeks flushed hotly. Shiloh knew Pia wasn't enjoying this. She knew she must do something to get them out of this situation.

"Do I get something to wear, too?" Shiloh smiled sweetly, pulling Baron Ravenstower's attention away from Pia.

"In a moment, girl," he frowned. "I'm not finished with the bard yet."

"What do you wish of me, M'lord?" She lowered her eyes, studying her feet.

"I wouldn't have pegged you for a submissive, my dear bard, but that will definitely make our play much nicer," he grinned, licking his lips while his eyes remained fastened to her breasts. He extended his hand, smoothed his fingers over the swell of the creamy orb then caressed her nipple; trapping it between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped as he tweaked her sensitive buds, "Nice...very nice. I will enjoy myself with you, dear bard."

Pia lowered her eyes, hiding the look of shame on her face; though Shiloh could see it plain as day. She cleared her throat, hoping to garner the Baron's attention to her. "M'lord, I think you'll enjoy both of us if you give me something sexy to wear as well. Isn't that what you wanted? To play with the both of us...I can't think of anything more enjoyable."

Baron Ravenstower flashed an incredulous look at Shiloh. He then nodded allowing a superior look to cross his face. "Though I find the bard more attractive, more amiable and obviously more manageable, you might be right about that. Therefore, you will both be my consorts. You may call me Lucius in private. In public you are to refer to me as M'lord Ravenstower. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal clear, M'lord Lucius," Shiloh curtsied before him then watched as Pia did the same.

Lucius extended his arm, handing a scrap of black to Shiloh. "You'll wear these for me."

Shiloh swiftly slipped out of her dress then smoothed the thigh high fish net stockings up her long legs. Next she slipped her feet into a pair of high heels. She smiled as she peered down at Lucius. The heels added to her height, making her a few inches taller than him.

Pia sneaked a look at Shiloh, grinning at her, "The stockings look nice on you, Shiloh."



Shiloh pranced around a bit, flaunting her big breasts and sexy curves, "These are sexy."

"You both look lovely, my ladies," Lucius smiled then wrapped his left arm around Shiloh's waist, his right one around Pia's. "Now let's play a bit." He simultaneously caressed Shiloh and Pia's bottoms then pinched both. Pia yelped sharply, swiftly moving away from him.

"M'lord," she hissed, rubbing her backside.

Lucius rolled his eyes, "You surprise me, bard. I thought you'd like it rough. I will take it upon myself to toughen you up. I intend to groom you to suit my desires. It seems to me that you require a strong firm hand. I shall fulfill those requirements. You will thank me for it in the long run, my lovely. Hear me now, ladies. You two will perform for me. You will start by kissing each other." Lucius stepped away from them, flashing an expectant look at them. "Get on with it," he stated in a matter of fact tone.

"As you wish, M'lord Lucius," Shiloh smiled at him before glancing at Pia. She watched as Pia licked her lips, slowly turning to face Shiloh, giving her a questioning look. Shiloh nodded, clasped Pia's hands within her own, pulling Pia closer. Shiloh initiated the contact between them, snuggling the luscious bard against her body. Shiloh wrapped her arms around Pia's body, capturing the bard's mouth with her own. Pia's heart beat rapidly as she gave into Shiloh's aggression.

Pia sighed, sinking into Shiloh's arms while enjoying the passionate kiss. Shiloh put her arms around Pia, kissing her deeply. Pia could feel Shiloh's warmth heating her pale flesh, reeling in the freshness of her sweet sensuality. Pia responded to Shiloh's kiss passionately, burning for her, feeling it rise up through her body. Pia's arms were wrapped around Shiloh. She pressed close to Shiloh, her fingers brushing through Shiloh's long blonde hair. Pia rubbed her breasts against Shiloh's, loving the feeling that made her nipples rise. Delicious warmth spread through Pia. The heat of Shiloh's mouth, the softness of Shiloh's touch was what Pia had desired for what felt like an eternity.

"Move to the bed, ladies. I desire to watch your carnal play," Lucius instructed as he dragged a large chair across the room, placing it at the front of the bed. He removed his clothes then sat in the chair. His swollen purplish-red cock contrasted sharply with the paleness of his skin. He fisted his member, nodding at the bed, "Don't keep me waiting, my lovelies."

Shiloh tumbled Pia onto the large bed, eliciting a gasp of surprise followed by a giggle from the bard. Reaching up, Shiloh removed the band holding Pia's hair up, allowing it to fall over her shoulders in a soft blonde cascade. Pia shook her head, making her beautiful natural blonde hair swirl. Shiloh gazed upon the bard longingly, her eyes drinking in Pia's beauty. The bard's voluptuous breasts held a light blush, a soft rosy glow that matched the blush on her cheeks. Shiloh watched as Pia spread her legs ever so slightly, giving Shiloh a special view of her pinkness. The look in Pia's eyes opened the floodgates for Shiloh. She couldn't hold back. Shiloh could feel the ache growing in her nether region. She could feel the heat as her pussy grew hot and wet. Pia looked so beautifully exquisite lying there before Shiloh.

Deep kisses and soft fondling lasted for what seemed like a lifetime. Chests heaved, nipples stiffened, pussies dripped, and clits throbbed. A pulsing ache surged deep through Shiloh's core, pushing her toward ecstasy. Shiloh shifted to her side, pulling Pia beside her, their lips still locked. With their breasts pressed tightly together, Shiloh's hand traced the creamy swell of Pia's bosom. Shiloh's touch remained soft and gentle against Pia's silky skin. The bard's nipples tautened further, aching as Shiloh teased her. 

"Oh gods," Pia moaned, reveling in the deep sensation. The soft heat of Shiloh's mouth grazed Pia's neck to her collarbone then to the upper slope of her breast, her lips sought Pia's pink peaks, blowing cool breath over the taut buds. Pia groaned aloud, her hips undulating in reaction.

"Do you know how often I've thought about you since our night at the Lion's Head Inn?" Shiloh's voice was just above a whisper as she caressed one of Pia's nipples. The bard met Shiloh's gaze with shining eyes.

"Mmmm yes," Pia purred as her own hands slid along Shiloh's creamy flesh.

Shiloh's mouth hovered over Pia's nipple; her tongue flicking the hard bud. Pia grabbed Shiloh's head, pulling Shiloh's lips to her breast. As the teasing warmth nibbled at her, Pia moaned. Pia's hands grasped the back of Shiloh's head. Shiloh sucked, nibbled, and teased the sensitive buds with her tongue. Pia's moans grew more intense. Pia threw her head back, as her back arched, with her fingers in Shiloh's hair she pressed herself against Shiloh, wanting to feel her touch more, aching for it.

"Pia, you are so beautiful," Shiloh purred as she slid her thigh between Pia's. The bard reveled in the feel of Shiloh's softness pressed against her moist area, where she burned with desire, pulsing with need.

"Shiloh, Shiloh," Pia moaned her lover's name. She could not hold back what she felt much longer. Pia reached for Shiloh, one hand sliding down to feel Shiloh's soft belly, enchanted by the sensual feel of touching Shiloh. Her fingertips skimmed the subtle curve of Shiloh's hips before grazing her mons. Pia lingered over the moistness of Shiloh's pink sweet spot, teasing her. Pia let her fingers swirl into Shiloh's wetness, pressing her fingers against Shiloh's clit then sliding her fingers into Shiloh's pussy. The swift invasion elicited a loud moan from Shiloh; her back arched as she blossomed.

Pia then pushed Shiloh flat on her back against the mattress, "Oh, Shiloh," Pia's voice dropped lower; her soft pants came slowly, deeply. Pia covered Shiloh, urgent now as she parted Shiloh's legs, moving to feel Shiloh's hot, wet pussy. Shiloh squeezed her thighs around Pia's hand, holding her hand tight, feeling like she was going to cum, wanting to feel the deep pleasure. Shiloh pushed Pia's hand away then pulled Pia's head between her legs. Shiloh moaned as she felt Pia's lips then tongue teasing her inner thigh, clit, then between her pussy lips. Pia nibbled on Shiloh's clit softly then slid her tongue into Shiloh's moist channel. Shiloh moaned as her body convulsed, readying for the moment Pia's tender ministrations would set off her orgasm. Pia licked Shiloh's sweet juices as she came, exploding in a torrent of musky heaven. Shiloh moaned louder, thrashing her head to and fro against the bed linens. "Gods, Pia," Shiloh gasped once her breathing returned to normal. "I haven't cum that quickly in a long time."

Pia smiled. Her blue eyes twinkled mirthfully before she planted a soft kiss on Shiloh's lips. "I've longed to do that for some time, ever since we parted."

"Oh my sweetness, anything for you," Shiloh purred as her world closed in around her. In that moment only she and Pia existed.

Their blissful embrace fractured as Lucius grunted loudly. Shiloh glanced over, watching him as he shot his release, splattering on his hand, his belly and the chair. A wide grin crossed his weathered face. "Wonderful, ladies," he spoke before he stood up. "You may dress now. I will call one of the guard's to escort you back to your rooms. I may call upon one or both of you later. Bard, be prepared to perform in the great hall this evening."

"Yes, M'lord," Pia inclined her head as she spoke. Then she slid off the bed, grabbing up her clothes. She swiftly peeled the boots down her legs, shimmying back into her purple pants and pink top. She wrapped her cloak around her shoulders before turning back to watch Shiloh slip her red dress on, leaving the black stockings in place.

Lucius embraced Pia fondly, giving her a pat on the bottom before sending her and Shiloh to the door. He bellowed to the guards who in turn escorted the two girls back to the room they'd shared the previous night. As the door closed behind them, Shiloh broke the silence, "Who does that pervert think he is wanking off while he watches us fuck?!?!" She slammed her fist against the door before grabbing a small three legged stool. She threw it at the wall with all the strength she possessed. It shattered into pieces of kindling.

Pia eyed her curiously, "My sweet, think not of his perversion, but in the beauty of our time together. Being with you again was wonderful. That can't be taken from us. You've come to rescue me. We will get away from here soon. Trust me."

"I do trust you, Pia. I hate it that some lowly Baron has the power to make me perform for him. I am happy to be with you, though. Being this close to you means the world to me. I really mean it. I've done so many crazy things since I saw you last, but you make everything right," Shiloh confessed. Her heart blossomed. A warm and fuzzy feeling sank into her belly as heat spread through her. She wanted Pia again. She wanted Pia to feel what she had felt.

Radiant bliss gleamed in Pia's eyes, "Let's get some rest before the Baron calls me for my nightly performance. We can snuggle."

Shiloh threw off her dress, removed the black stocking and heels then bounded into the bed. She wiggled behind the covers, waiting for Pia to join her. As Pia did so, Shiloh turned to face her, "The Gods must be in their heavens for everything seems right with the world at this moment."

"Oh Shiloh, that's such a beautiful thing to say," Pia nuzzled herself against Shiloh, feeling Shiloh's arms surround her.

Contented, Shiloh closed her eyes. She vowed to take care of Pia, even if it meant putting Baron Ravenstower in his place. She would make sure they returned to Betancuria.

*****

Later that evening Shiloh found herself sitting on the floor at Baron Ravenstower's feet while Pia sang a ballad while playing her lute. Pia's eyes were focused upon Shiloh. A happy expression graced Shiloh's face as she listened to Pia's song. The words were so beautiful, so touching.



"I am a song of fierce power roaring mightily from the depths of my being. Commanding the attention of all those near me, Invoking fear, anger, impatience, but sometimes also respect for the power I can wield.  I am a song of magic soaring and whirling through the elements Creating and exploring new worlds, impossible realities, multiple truths.  I am the strong song of motherhood and sisterhood and womanhood and selfhood. I am the fiery song of the dragon, perhaps feared, maybe hated, certainly loved, and I cannot be ignored.  My name is powerful. I am Dragonsong."

"Bravo!" Baron Ravenstower bellowed from his throne. He clapped his hands together loudly. "Encore, bard, encore!"

Pia curtsied before Baron Ravenstower. She took a sip of wine from a golden goblet before starting the strum the haunting notes of a new song.

"Can you see me Can you look at me Can you venture through my eyes  Learning all that my life is, was, or could be  I never fully trusted anyone Never wanted anyone inside my head I never wanted someone close to my heart

Falling hurts Letting yourself crash, painfully Worse is to stay static and safe, to be nothing, never having lived  Love, I don't mind dying as long as I had the chance to love for without that hope life truly holds no meaning."

A chorus of clapping, hoots, shouts and whistles followed Pia's second song. She immediately launched into her third song, a favorite of Baron's.

"From childhood's hour I have not been

As others were; I have not seen

As others saw; I could not bring

My passions from a common spring."



"From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I loved, I loved alone."



"Then-in my childhood, in the dawn

Of a most stormy life-was drawn.

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still:"



"From the torrent, or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain,

From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn hint of gold,"



"From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view."

The room erupted in a cacophony of shouts, hoots, and clapping. Pia bowed once more, giving way to the troupe of tumbling acrobats that took the floor. She seated herself at the Baron's feet, next to Shiloh, who leaned over, whispering to Pia, "Those were beautiful songs, my sweet. I love hearing your voice."

Pia flashed Shiloh a wistful smile. Just then the Baron tapped Pia on the shoulder. He leaned over, whispering in her ear. She bowed her head as pinkness flooded her cheeks. Shiloh glared up at him then grasped Pia's hand in hers.

"Remember your place, my lovely," Baron Ravenstower grinned at Shiloh. "The bard and I will be leaving the hall shortly. You are to stay here and dance for my people once the acrobats finish their show for the night. Remy will accompany you on lute."

"Wouldn't you rather play with both Pia and I, M'lord?" Shiloh made a pretty face at him. "You'll enjoy it more if it's both of us."

"Silence, wench," he hissed, glaring at her angrily, "Know your place!"

Shiloh's eyes narrowed. She bit her tongue, glancing away. She hated the thought of Lucius being alone with Pia. Shiloh inclined her head, sitting silently as he stood up, beckoning Pia to follow him. The acrobats left the floor, leaving it open for Shiloh and Remy. Begrudgingly, Shiloh followed Remy, listening to him as he strummed a lively tune. She closed her eyes, losing herself in dance as she began to move to the music. It was the only thing that kept her mind off what Lucius might be doing to Pia at this moment.

She danced several songs before racing out of the great hall up the stairs to the Baron's rooms. She threw the doors open to his office then ran across it to his bedroom door, yanking it open. She burst in, her eyes wild as she took in the sight of Pia on the bed, pleasuring herself while Lucius watched. "Stop," Shiloh cried as she made her way over to the bed. "Wouldn't you rather play with both of us, M'lord Lucius?"

"No, I would not," he bellowed, "Furthermore, wench, what gives you the right to burst into my rooms? You were neither invited nor called for. Return to your room, I shall see to you later."

Shiloh knew a reprimand when she heard one. She knew this was neither the time nor the place to oppose him. She bobbed a curtsy then allowed one of Lucius' guard's to escort her back to her assigned room. Shiloh fumed at the thought of Pia alone with him. Yet there was nothing she could do but wait for Pia's return.

****



The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 45



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.


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"But my dreams/They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance/That's never free"
~ "Behind Blue Eyes"

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An Icy Predicament

Shiloh rubbed her eyes, blinking the blurry vision away. She glanced over at the space in the bed bedside her, surprised to see a sleeping Pia. Curiosity niggled at her, urging her to wake Pia. Shiloh needed to know what had happened between Pia and Lucius.

With a light touch to Pia's shoulder, Shiloh leaned over, brushing a soft kiss across the bard's cheek. Pia's eyes fluttered opened as a light blush caressed her skin. "Shiloh," she smiled.

"Good morning, my sweet." Shiloh smiled in return. "I missed you last night."

"You were sleeping as peacefully as an angel when I came in. I didn't want to wake you," Pia replied, snuggling close to Shiloh.

"I wish you had awakened me. Did Lucius fuck you?" Shiloh asked bluntly. She had to know whether he had taken Pia to bed or not after she had barged in on them. Shiloh had to know what had occurred after Lucius had dismissed her.

A scarlet blush caressed Pia's cheeks then she looked away. Her thoughts drifted to the events of the night before when Lucius had taken her to his bedroom alone without Shiloh.

****

Pia remembered how the door to his bedchamber seemed to loom before them as Lucius led her to it. She noticed the hungry look dancing in his eyes. He led her through the open portal, closing it behind them. No sooner had the door closed, he began to fondle her. His hands were somewhat rough as they pawed her skin; groping at her clothing, clumsily pulling the pieces away before discarding them to the floor as he pressed her to the bed, parting her legs. She shifted uncomfortably, her teeth clenching involuntarily. The heat of his body sank into her legs as he positioned himself between them; his face hovering over her nether area. The swipe of his tongue parting her lips sent unwelcome shivers racing through her. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, wanting this to be over soon. His mouth and tongue danced over her flesh, tasting her, moistening her for something more.

Lucius pulled back, licking his lips. He gently grasped her hand in his, caressing it while pulling it across her body. He stopped, nestling her hand between her legs, watching as her fingertips grazed the wetness. His hand retreated. Their eyes met. 'I want to see you touch yourself. I want to watch as pleasure takes you. I want to see your juices dripping from you. Mostly, I want to watch you as you cum,' he murmured as he withdrew from the bed.

****

Color darkened Pia's cheeks as a tiny twinge of hurt flashed through Pia's blue eyes. "He didn't fuck me, Shiloh. I'm not sure why you're being so possessive about this. It's not like he means anything to me. I just wish this was all over and we were back in Betancuria."

Shiloh gazed deeply into Pia's eyes, her expression softening, "I'm sorry I was so harsh. I just hate the fact you had to be alone with him."

"Being with Lucius didn't mean anything to me. If it weren't for the fact that I faked it, I'd probably still be there," Pia confessed as she thought back to the previous nights events. 

Her fingers caressed her nether lips, rubbing what little wetness remained on her slit. She sank her fingers into her channel. She moaned, hoping it sounded genuine. Her thumb circled her clit, moving in time with her fingers. She made breathing grow heavier, mimicking the sounds Lucius made. 

****

Pia gave Shiloh a quick kiss on the cheek, smiling, "Let's get dressed then get something to eat. Seeing you in all your glory has worked up an appetite, my sweet." After Shiloh agreed, they headed down to the main hall for a bite to eat. Breakfast was a simple fare of cheese, bread, porridge and light wheat ale. They chatted quietly amongst themselves; of home and jobs they'd pulled since they'd seen each other. Shiloh regaled Pia with tales of her grand adventure in the Summer Islands, though she was smart enough to leave out the orgies with the sailors. She skirted the subject of Vico, of their tumultuous relationship. Pia blushed slightly, her face coloring when she came forward with her confession of her own relationship with the family's dark knight. That revelation stunned Shiloh; never would she have thought Pia interested in someone like Vico. He was so not Pia's type. When Pia mentioned she'd heard of Shiloh's much public fight with Vico that took place in the hideout and surrounding sewer tunnels, Shiloh blanched. Her victory over the blackguard had been a real achievement, a sign of her independence from him, but to have Pia speak of it as commonplace made it feel diminished somehow. Shiloh had fought hard to defeat him. 

Shiloh quickly changed the subject, winking impishly at a young guard who seemed to be staring at her intently. She blew him a kiss before pulling her top down to quickly flash her pink nipples. Pia giggled at her antics, playfully chastising her boldness, "You are a naughty girl."

"What can I say? I do my best," Shiloh chuckled. "Poor fellow was staring a hole through me. So I gave him something to look at."

"Is it difficult to be so beautiful?" Pia asked as she reached out to touch Shiloh's hand.

Shiloh pondered her question, "No, I am what I am. I've never thought of my beauty as a curse. I've always used it to get what I want. I usually get what I want, but that's not to say that I've never been turned down. There have been a few rejections lately, but that had more to do with the fact that those two men were already spoken for."

Pia cocked her head, flashing a pondering look, "Who?"

Shiloh shook her head, "It's almost too embarrassing to admit, but the major one was Mando. I had no idea about him and Jacia. She just doesn't fit the bill of what you'd think he'd be interested in. Of course, many would say that about me and Vico. Or you and Vico come to think of it."

"I was drawn to his dark nature, as I suspect you were. Maybe that's the draw for Mando when it comes to Jacia. I wasn't aware of their relationship. I guess they're keeping it quiet." Pia surmised. "I normally know what's going on at the hideout. Master Nathan gave me an apartment, but my work keeps me occupied so I just end up sleeping at the hideout. I think it's been months since I actually slept in my home."

Shiloh nodded, "I was so happy to get my own apartment. I've never had something of my own like that. Truth be told, I was happy to get out of the kitchen." A fond smile crossed her lips. "I do miss Chella, though."

"I only hope we find a way to return home and soon. If Alfons sent you after me, once he realizes you are missing as well, it's only a matter of time before Nathan sends out the big guns." Pia wryly remarked, "I can't say I'd look forward to being rescued by Vico."

Shiloh shook her head, "He won't send Vico. He knows better. Nathan warned both me and that asshole to stay away from each other. He's tired of our constant fighting. If he had to send Vico, he'd also have to send someone else to make sure we didn't kill each other. Rhys is the only person who'd have a snowballs chance in the hells to accomplish that, but unfortunately Rhys is in Ilieriena. Also I think Vico is on a job that involved the Sargovian smugglers who stole one hundred-thousand gold pieces from Tony and Nathan."

"How do you know about that? Alfons made brief mention of it to me, but wouldn't give me any details on who was involved."

Shiloh smirked, "I know because of Tony. He took an interest in me, but when I didn't return the interest, he decided he would force the issue."

"I heard he'd been killed during that whole disaster, but no one would say who did it. I assumed it was the Sargovians."

"No, it wasn't the smugglers. It was me. Nathan wasn't happy. He must think I'm dead set on killing my way through the family. Tony would make the third family member who fell to my blade. Vico would have been the fourth, but despite what he's done to me, it's more of a punishment to let him live than it would be to kill him."

Pia shook her head, "I don't like having to fight or kill. It's just not me."

A chuckle passed Shiloh's lips, "So you're saying that you're a lover not a fighter." She winked playfully. "It would be so much simpler if I could be that way too, but I guess I have a much more volatile personality than you. Many of the traumatic events in my life have shaped me into what I am, and that's hard to change."

"If you ever need to talk to anyone, you know I'm here for you," Pia fondly smiled. "I'll always be here for you."

"Hearing you say that means the world to me," Shiloh nodded, "So shall we? Is there anything else we can do before Baron Octopus Arms decides to call for us?"

"The only places he has allowed me access are my room, the great hall and the baths. I don't know about you, but I could use a bath. The thought of having to perform for him makes me feel dirty," Pia whispered, leaning close enough so only Shiloh could hear. 

"That sounds good."

*****

The baths were warm and steamy compared to the draftiness of the rest of the castle. Pia and Shiloh took advantage of them while they were unoccupied, luxuriating in the heavenly feel of the water and the fragrant soaps provided by one of Lucius's personal maids. After the bath, Pia accompanied Shiloh back to her room, taking the time to move her few belongings to Shiloh's room. They spent the afternoon devising a plan to return to Betancuria. They knew travelling on foot was out of the question. They had no idea how far north of Betancuria Ravenstower was or where it was located in regards to Dhorn, Sargoza or Min-Toras. Shiloh knew it couldn't be anywhere near Illeria due to the cold climate. Illeria was warm, almost tropical. 

"We got here through a portal, right? Terek was a teacher at the Academy. Now he may not be willing to go against Lucius unless it benefits him. So perhaps I can strike a deal with him using some of the Betancurian wealth I stole from the castle vaults. We just can't tell him who I am. I'm not sure he can be trusted with that kind of information. It would be too easy for him to turn me over to the Dhorn. They are still after me. I can't tell you what Commander Benthur would do to me if he caught me again. If he didn't outright kill me, he'd make me wish he had killed me before he finished with his torture. I've been in his clutches too frequently. It's not a place I want to be again."

"I can't say that I blame you. I heard some of what happened from Alfons. I guess Nathan really tore into Mando over the job he gave you. I heard Nathan was mad at you as well for a few other things, but setting you up to meet a Dhorn officer despite the fact that the family had a special interest in him was paramount to suicide." 

"If I hadn't did what I did, Vico and I wouldn't have the problems we have. We were happy because no one knew of our relationship. No one was interfering then I had to cheat on him. He hasn't forgiven me since." Shiloh lowered her eyes regretfully. "I loved him. Sometimes deep down I think I still do."

"He's an ass like that. He expects you to be faithful, but yet he can have his girlies on the side. That's how it was when I was with him. When I made a big scene about it, he just stopped coming around."

Shiloh laughed, "Sounds like him." She shook her head, "Do you think Terek could be tempted or swayed by the promise of gold?"

"Perhaps, though who's to say he won't take the gold and then rat us out to the Baron," Pia replied. 

"Not if we have him open a portal right then and there. Something about his mannerisms tells me that he isn't pleased that we are here, which means he may have a plot in place for whatever it is that he wants. So if we're out of the picture then whatever he has going can come to fruition. I don't like it, but right now, it's all I got. There's no way I'd barter my body. He reminds me too much of Commander Benthur. That's not a road I wish to travel any time soon."

"So if he comes to escort us to the Baron, we talk to him about our proposition."

Shiloh removed the black square of cloth from her bodice and opened it completely, spreading it over the bed. She hopped down inside the portable hole, digging out pieces of Betancurian wealth that she'd be willing to barter with. A few gold statues joined a pile of gemstones. "What do you think?" Shiloh asked, pondering her selections. She threw the unknown rod on the pile. 

"That's a nice rod you have there," Pia quipped, waggling her eyebrows. 

"Since when did you ever like rods," Shiloh guffawed. "I didn't think they were your thing."

"They're not, but I know you do." Pia's grin was infectious. "Maybe you'll have to show me what about them you like so much."

"I may have to sometime. Sounds like a challenge to me and heaven knows I love a good challenge," Shiloh chuckled. "I think it's the power I crave, the smooth silkiness wrapped around pure steel and the immense high it takes me to."

"You are one naughty girl, Shiloh, but I like that," Pia leaned in, planting a soft kiss upon Shiloh's cheek. "I do think you should keep that rod. If you don't know what it does, it could be something bad and Terek could use it against us."

"That is very true. What a smart girl you are. I like smart girls," Shiloh giggled as she winked at Pia. She replaced the rod with a fancy looking silver crown with fluorspar gems.

A knock sounded on the door. Shiloh hastily closed the portable hole, folding it into its small square before hiding it in her bodice. "Come in," she called, watching as Terek walked in.

"Baron Ravenstower asked that I bring his pets to his room for some... playtime," he sneered as he looked them both over. 

Shiloh arched an eyebrow at him before turning to Pia. She flashed the bard a questioning look. When Pia nodded, Shiloh turned her full attention back to the wizard. "I have a proposal for you, my good man."

"And what would the likes of you two sluts have that I'd be interested in?"

"Take that back," Pia hissed.

He scoffed, discarding her tone, "Or what?"

Shiloh grinned at him, pulling his attention back to her, "How about enough money that you wouldn't have to remain in the Baron's employ? You create a portal that will get us home and I bestow upon you some things I stole from King Aurelius's vaults after the castle was sacked by the Dhorn Empire."

"What sort of things, wench?" His eyes danced with greed.

"Solid gold statues as well as gems and jewels," she replied as she gestured to the pieces upon the bed. "I give you these now and once we've successfully returned to Betancuria, I'll give you a sum of gold which we can negotiate for. You won't find a better deal anywhere else. All you have to do is tell the Baron we escaped. He'll most likely have his surrounding lands searched for us. You'll have the gold and we'll also be out of your hair. I know you find our presence an annoyance. What do you say?"

He pursed his lips, considering her offer carefully. "And what's to stop me from taking what you've offered and not living up to my end of the deal?"

"Did I mention we'd be gone from here? No longer a burden for you to look after and no longer in the way of any plans you may have," Shiloh stated. "I know you don't like it that we're here. I can tell by the tone of your voice, by your mannerisms. Plus with what I'm offering you, you'd be a wealthy man. How about I sweeten the deal? In addition to the gold statues, rare gems, and gold coins, how about I throw in seven nice sized diamonds? You'll not get a sweeter deal anywhere else. Just let us go."

He looked her up and down intently before moving his gaze to the treasure pile she had on the bed. His gaze zoomed in on the three statues, one depicting a rearing dragon, the second of a voluptuous nude woman and the third depicting a roaring lion. Each stood a foot tall. He noticed the dragon even had ruby eyes. Moving closer to the bed, he picked up the gems and crown, examining them. A greedy look crossed his face. He cleared his throat, composing himself. "I'm no gemsmith, but these look very rare. No wonder they were being kept in a castle's vault. Greedy old King Aurelius probably would've bathed in them otherwise." 

Next he lifted the statues, perusing them keenly. Each proved to be heavy enough that they had to be held with both hands. "I'd say we have a deal. I can only create a portal to appear in places I'm familiar with, which amounts to the Academy and a few now defunct brothels. Considering this, where would you like to reappear?"

"The Academy is fine. I mean, the only brothel I'm familiar with was The Wildcat," Shiloh replied, noticing his expression. "Don't look at me like that! I never worked there. The only time I was ever in it was after the Dhorn invasion. I found a secret passage leading to it. I hid there from some Dhorn who were chasing me. I... pick-pocketed the wrong person and nearly got caught for it. Can I help if I'm a thief?"

"I know you never worked there. The Wildcat was my favorite brothel to visit. I'd have remembered an uncommon beauty like you." Terek shook his head before he waved his staff, casting the spell which would create the desired portal. It took a few minutes to fully materialize. "Show me the diamonds. I have to see if they're sufficient enough to be used as spell components, if need be."

"Turn around and no peeking either. I have them hidden and you don't need to know from where they came." Shiloh retorted. "Pia, keep an eye on him."

The bard nodded at her as Terek turned his back. Shiloh swiftly opened the portable hole, grabbing out the velvet pouch she kept the diamonds in as well as another cloth pouch which held several hundred silver pieces. She handed the money to Pia before she closed the portable hole, hiding it back in her bodice. "You can turn around now."

She opened the pouch before him, dropping the faceted five carat princess cut stones into her palm. "A jeweler in Betancuria assured me these stones were of the finest quality, all immaculately colorless and flawless to boot. You won't find any other diamonds which are of such excellent clarity."

He rubbed his chin before bestowing upon her a thin smile. "I see you weren't lying; surprising that you'd be willing to trade something so extravagant for your freedom. Surely living under the Baron's roof isn't all that bad."

"You obviously wouldn't understand, but there are people, our families, who are no doubt missing us back home. I doubt Baron Ravenstower would like it if my protector showed up here. He's not someone to be trifled with and if he knew that the Baron had bedded me... well, let's just say the hells hath no fury like the blackguard scorned. He'd beat me and once he was done with me, he'd string the Baron up by his intestines. Not a pleasant sight for anyone," Shiloh ad-libbed, hoping to further convince Terek. "You can save our dear Baron this indignity. Just let us go. You have sufficient payment. He will never need to know that you helped us escape."

He sighed, gesturing at the flickering portal, "It's waiting for you. I'll simply tell Baron Ravenstower you were not in your room when I went to retrieve you. He'll wonder why it's taken this amount of time anyway. Good luck, ladies."

Shiloh took the pouch of coins from Pia's hands, "Go on, Pia. I'm right behind you." She watched Pia step in then disappear before she tossed the pouch at Terek and disappeared as well.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 45



After a wave of euphoria washed over her, she rematerialized next to Pia and looked around. "This isn't the Academy. He's sent us to a... cave. Damn that bastard!" Shiloh hissed.

"And you gave him all that loot!"

A humorless laugh escaped Shiloh's lips, "The statues weren't real gold. They were fakes my father had produced to look like it because there was a time that those things would end up stolen by visiting nobility. The diamonds and gems were also fakes. The pouch of coins was all silver. I'm not that stupid to give away my stolen goods." She frowned, "This is distressing, though. We have no idea where we are. I suppose it could be worse. Terek's portal could have landed us in Lucius's room."

"I say we try to figure out where we are then rest for a while. These kinds of caves scare me. I don't want to be eaten by a wolf or worse yet a bear." Pia suggested as she pulled her cloak around her scantily clothed body. She shivered, "Damn, it is cold here. I think my nipples might freeze off."

Shiloh winked at her as she gazed upon Pia's lush breasts being hidden by the cloak. "I may have something warmer for you to wear. It probably won't be the colors you like, but maybe that'll work in our favor if we aren't sighted wearing our normal clothes, especially since we have no clue where we are."

"Since it's still so cold here and the fact we're in a cave, could we still be in the mountains. I overheard some of the people of the castle talking about the Mountains of Frost."

Shiloh frowned, "I've seen the Mountains of Frost on a map before. That means we're still several hundred leagues from home. I'll kill that wizard if I ever get my hands on him."

"Isn't it obvious he wanted to get rid of us permanently?" Pia exclaimed, "And we gave him a reward for doing so?"

"Let's just calm down and get you into something warmer," Shiloh pulled out an extra suit of red leather armor she'd found in her pack. She pondered over where it had come from, but handed it to Pia nonetheless. "This should help." Then she handed her a matching cloak. 

"Bright red, huh," Pia remarked, "Sure, this will help me blend in."

"Why not... I mean, I'm wearing red. I can make my armor take on any look I want it to. It's glamered, so mine can look like yours."

"Aren't you cold? Your armor is so skimpy," Pia commented. "I mean, it looks like a hooker's dress."

A mirthful laugh escaped Shiloh's lips, "It's supposed to, silly, but it's all the protection I'll ever need. It has an enchantment on it that gives me moderate immunity to heat and cold." Shiloh leaned forward, brushing her lips on Pia's full, rosy mouth as desire to do more raced through her, assaulting her in the most pleasurable of ways. She nibbled on Pia's bottom lip, receiving a moan from her treasure. "It has occurred to me that we're in a pretty stark place. I don't hear any noises. We could... rest... here for a while before we do any further exploring. What say you?"

"Some rest would be nice. The events of the past several days have weighed heavily on me. I'm thankful we've managed to escape Lucius, but who knows where Terek has sent us."

"This is true, Pia. But we are two sneaky girls, aren't we? We'll find a way out of here and then make it back to Betancuria. Trust me, my sweet," Shiloh opened her portable hole, digging out pile of furs and blankets. "Let's spread these out. We can snuggle together to stay warm."

Once there was a snuggly looking bed laid out on the stone floor, Shiloh slipped out of her armor then in between the blankets. Pia watched Shiloh's every move, her eyes turning liquid with desire. "At least that saves me from suiting up in the red armor for a while," the bard chuckled as she removed the skimpy pieces of her colorful bard wear. She made a show of removing each piece before diving under the blankets. "Now you get to warm me up, my sweet."

"My pleasure," Shiloh chuckled mirthfully as she began to stroke and explore Pia's pretty pink skin. The bard's breasts felt like velvet under Shiloh's tongue, her nipples blossomed in Shiloh's mouth like flowers reaching for the sun. Shiloh licked and sipped at them to her heart's content. Shiloh could feel the tension building in Pia's body as she moved on down Pia's lovely torso, teasing and touching every inch with hands and mouth. By the time Shiloh reached the soft blonde curls between Pia legs the bard was moaning and twisting feverishly. Shiloh's own need for relief was great, but felt overwhelmed with the desire to take Pia to the heights of passion first. Shiloh parted Pia's lips with her fingers, plunging in with her tongue. 

Pia was soaking wet. She tasted divine. Shiloh's intension was to please her, but she took great joy in the feel and taste of Pia's hot, pulsating flesh. Shiloh made her tongue as rigid as she could, stroking Pia hard and fast from her clit to the depth of her heated channel. There would be other times for gentle exploration, but both were too hungry for that this time. Shiloh drove Pia to the brink, concentrating her tongue's action on Pia's clit as she slipped two fingers inside Pia's moist center. A few seconds later Pia was bucking, moaning as her orgasm washed over her. Shiloh slowed her pace, focusing gently on licking Pia's clit until she came again. On the heels of Pia's release, Shiloh purred against the bard's dripping channel, snaking her tongue deep in Pia's pussy while gently teased her crinkled dark cavern with fingers. Shiloh's tender ministrations were rewarded with a last shuddering of Pia's body. Pleasure flooded her, soaking Shiloh's face. 

Shiloh stretched herself along Pia's trembling form, wrapping her arms lovingly around the bard.

"Oh Shiloh," Pia moaned, feeling her lover curl around her body. "That was beautiful."

"You are the beautiful one, Pia. I'd do anything to make you happy," Shiloh purred in Pia's ear. 

The bard licked her lips, knowing they'd have to talk soon. As much as she enjoyed Shiloh's company, she wasn't looking for anything serious. Pia only hoped Shiloh would understand. "Shiloh," she whispered, stroking what she could reach of Shiloh's arms. "What we have is everything I ever could have wanted, but the timing is all wrong." Pia shifted in Shiloh's embrace, rolling around to face her. A blush colored her cheeks, though as dark as it was Pia figured Shiloh couldn't see it. "Please don't get attached to me. I'm not looking for love everlasting. I want to have fun."

Shiloh drew back, propping her head on her hand, "Can we have fun together without the strings attached?"

Happiness glittered in Pia's blue eyes, "I'd like that, Shiloh. That's perfect for what I have in mind. Plus I think you'd like to work things out with Vico, yes?"

Shiloh's brow furrowed, "I don't really think that's possible. I don't think his ego would allow it. I brought him down pretty low... to the point where he all but begged me to end it. That had to be awfully humiliating for him when I denied him. No, I fear I've created an even worse monster... a mortal enemy with a grudge to bear." Regret turned the look in her eyes hard. "Let's just rest."

******

A haunting echo splintered the silence of the cavern, causing Pia and Shiloh to jerk awake. "What the fuck was that?" Shiloh reacted as she scrambled out from beneath the blankets and into her armor. "I think it's time I go for a walk. Stay here and get dressed. We may be in danger."

Shiloh schooled her features into a hard mask of determination before jaunting away to explore the cave. 

Shiloh hugged the deep shadows, using the infravision Bastian granted her to ease her way through the dark passages. She'd encountered nothing more than snow and ice until she came to a large central cavern. Taking a peek, she nearly let out a cry of dismay as a large white dragon lumbered into view. By Bastian's balls, she swore under her breath. There was no way they'd be able to sneak past that thing. Withdrawing into the darkness, Shiloh scrambled back the way she came as fast as her feet would carry her. As she reached Pia, she swept the lovely bard into her arms. "Dragon," she hissed frantically. 

"This isn't good, Shiloh. Terek probably sent us here so that thing would eat us. Then he can go ahead with whatever he has planned without anything stopping him, if that is indeed what he has planned." Pia's brow furrowed, "We should formulate a plan. There has to be away to get past that oversized... bird."

"You're right, Pia. I've managed to sneak past more than my fair share of Dhorn and other nasties. We just have to work together. I think we just need to hug the walls of the cave. Maybe it won't notice us. Then we find the exit to his lair. Then I guess we'll need to find out where we are. But we should really focus on getting out of here first."

Pia fidgeted as she wrung her hands. "As much as I hate taking a life, Terek deserves to die for what he's done to us."

"I couldn't have said it better myself." Leaving the cavern they'd spent the night in, Shiloh led Pia to the main cavern, silently concealing themselves in the shadows. After making it halfway around the perimeter, Pia let out a terrified squawk as she stumbled over a pile of snow and ice covered bones thrown against the cave wall.

"Shhhh," Shiloh hissed as she scrambled to help Pia up. "We need to be quiet or our bones will join those ones."

"This isn't good, Shiloh. That thing could eat us, could use our bones as toothpicks." Pia shivered as she wrapped her arms around Shiloh, hanging on for dear life.

Shiloh embraced her warmly, soothing her with calming strokes of her hands. "We'll make it through, Pia. We can't allow ourselves to panic. I don't see the dragon, but I do see what looks like stepping stones crossing a moat. Let's just make it across. I hope the exit is on the other side." Silent synchronized steps brought the huddled females to the icy path. Shiloh chose carefully where to place her feet, using her infravision to tell the spots in the stone that held the tiniest bit of heat. She knew if her steps were not true, they'd find themselves falling into water colder than ice. The thought of becoming human popsicles for the dragon surely did not appeal to her. 

She let out a sigh of relief as she and Pia reached the other side of the cavern. To her right was an arch in the rock face closed off by a masonry wall. A hiss of disbelief and indignation escaped her lips, "Damn it!"

To her left, the cavern opened up into a wide corridor. That had to be the way the dragon came and went. Letting go of Pia, Shiloh hastened her step while keeping to the shadows. Before elation could swell within her, she reached what should have been the exit, only to find it blocked with boulders bigger than most houses. Her hopes plummeted, crashing before they rose too high, "Noooooooooooo!" Shiloh exclaimed as she fell to her knees before the large obstruction between her and freedom. 

Behind her, Pia let out a frightened squawk, "Ack! Holy Hooded One!" 

Shiloh lurched around just in time to see the enormous white shape of the dragon suddenly swoop down before them, nearly knocking them off their feet! Icy clouds emitted from nostrils bigger than wagon wheels as eyes cold as the glacier above their heads stared down upon them. 

Bellowing, the dragon opened its frightening large maw, "Hsssssssssssssssssssssssstop!" It bent its massive head, hissing, bringing its slitted reptilian eyes a few feet away from the two girls. Shiloh shook off the urge to cower before it, protectively stepping between Pia and the dragon. She silently sent a plea to Bastian to grant her courage in the face of overwhelming despair.

"Stay back, dragon," Shiloh threatened, feeling the surge of Bastian's power within her. His presence bolstered her, lending her the confidence to do what must be done. The dragon remained unimpressed, letting out roaring laughter that caused the rock beneath their feet to shake. 

Never blinking, it regarded them curiously, "Thieves, perhaps?" 

Pia gulped loudly, her voice shaky as she spoke up, "We're no thieves! Feel free to count your precious piles of gold! You'll find not a single coin missing."

"So you say, little one. Your kind is prone to being duplicitous wretches," it hissed. "If theft isn't the reason you've come to my cave then pray tell, why have you come? Perhaps you'd prefer to pay tribute to Hovazz?"

Shiloh shook off the vestiges of the dragon's frightening appearance, "What sort of tribute can we pay you? Furthermore, if we do pay said tribute, will you promise not to eat us?"

"Depends on the manner of tribute, human," it replied.

"I'm really not good for eating. I'm all skin and bones, really. I wouldn't be very tasty. Neither would Pia." Shiloh licked her lips, hoping she'd be able to talk their way out of this predicament.

"If you haven't come to steal my treasures perhaps you'll tell me why you are here, little female?"

"Well, that's a bit of a story..." Shiloh sighed as she eyed the dragon warily. She'd faced down many dangers, but this dragon unnerved her like none other. She doubted even Bastian's strength would be able to bring her out of this unscathed. 

"Let's hope I like it," Hovazz snorted, letting out a plume of icy breath which chilled the girls to the bone.

"I'm from a city named Betancuria. It lies far to the south, I believe. Well, I was sent to find Pia," Shiloh motioned at the blonde beside her. "She had been missed for a while. I found out she had stepped through a magic portal at Betancuria's Academy, leading her to Ravenstower. I followed her through the portal. When I arrived at the castle, I met Baron Ravenstower and a wizard named Terek. But the baron didn't want to let us go. So I bribed Terek, the wizard, with gold in exchange for him creating a new portal that would take us home. Terek agreed, accepting my offer and took the gold I gave him. But instead of bringing us to Betancuria he sent us into this cave. So you'd kill us, I imagine. We really just want to go home."

"Interesting..."

"Please don't eat us. We mean no harm. We just want to go home," Shiloh implored.

"Hmm... Perhaps we might help each other."

Shiloh eyed Hovazz warily, feeling a muscle in her cheek twitch, "How so?" 

"I've been trapped within my lair for decades. Once, humans and orcs feared my wrath, and they knew they should. Their bands often tried to slay me, but I always prevailed! One night a group of humans snuck into my cave. They brought explosives with them! They did not start a fight with me, however, but made the entrance to my cave collapse!" The dragon hissed indignantly. "So I offer you this deal. Find a way to reopen my cave, and I will fly you home."

"That's no small feat you're asking us to accomplish. I mean I'm not sure we could dig you out," Shiloh's brow furrowed, unbelieving their bad luck of being sent to a cave with a trapped dragon. Perhaps staying with Baron Ravenstower would have been better after all.

Hovazz hissed a second time, "I have tried that myself of course, silly female! No. There's another way out, it leads through the rock of the mountain itself. It is too small for me to pass through, but you..."

"Just how are we supposed to open your cave from the outside? I assume we won't have the help of the local population. Furthermore, they may even try to stop us if they find out we're trying to set you free."

"And if we do manage to set you free, how do we know you won't go on a rampage to get revenge on the ones who did this to you?"

"I won't throw away my freedom on something so frivolous once I've gained it again. Nothing else matters to me. I don't care how you get me out! Just get me out then I'll get you home." Hovazz led them to the small arched exit blocked off my masonry. With a whip of his tail, he smashed the blockage to bits. "From what I remember, there is a human village not far from the foot of the mountain. I'll be waiting for your return."

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The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 46



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.






The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 46



The guard blinked at her, "The Baron is dead, my lady. He was discovered yesterday morning. The court wizard claims to have caught the Baron's nephew sneaking away from the scene of the murder with a bloody knife. He ordered Lord Thelon burned at the stake. We have been restricting admittance into the village."

"Does that mean we can't enter?" Shiloh asked.

"Since you are nobility, I will let you in. Entrance to the castle is blocked, but there is an inn you can stay at. It's called the Ice Princess, about a block or so from the gates." He motioned to his fellow guard, who opened the gate. 

"Thank you, my good sir. Tell me, is there a smithy I can visit? Or perhaps some place to buy explosives? The rest of my entourage became trapped by a rock slide up in the Mountains of Frost. They're in a cave and can't get out. I need something to free them."

"You might talk to Westiano at Treasure Hunter's Paradise," the guard rubbed his chin. "He might be able to help, but if they're trapped, there may not last very long. You could return with help only to find them dead. All manner of critters make the mountains their home. Crag cats, winter wolves, orcs, even dragons are said to roam the powdered peaks."

"It's a risk that I have to take, my good sir. Thank you for your information." Shiloh and Pia made their way through the gates, setting off in the direction of the shop called Treasure Hunter's Paradise. Upon reaching the shop, Shiloh opened the door, pleased by the influx of heat rushing at her. She quickly sought the heat radiating from the fireplace, warming her hands above it, "Blessed heat."

Pia huddled beside her, basking in the warmth the fireplace provided. "How do people live in such climes? I thought the weather in Betancuria was bad, but this is worse."

"Well, I'd certainly take rain over snow any day," Shiloh wryly replied. "I think I can feel my fingers again. Let's see what this merchant has to offer."

Moving away from fireplace, Shiloh began to browse the merchant's stock, finding everything from warm woolen cloaks to mining supplies. She grabbed two red woolen cloaks and two pairs of fur lined leather boots then made her way to the counter where the merchant stood watching them. "I'd like to purchase these, my good man," Shiloh spoke up, setting the wares down before him. "I also have a question for you, if you'd be so inclined to answer."

"Ask me the question then," he smiled, looking the two girls up and down curiously. He knew he'd never seen them before. He was sure they weren't Dandy's girls.

"My entourage and I were travelling through the mountains. Sadly a rock slide occurred, trapping them in a cavern. Is there any way that you know of to rescue them? Explosives, perhaps?" 

The merchant shook his head, "Not that I know of, miss. Explosives would only make it worse. There are some treasure hunters staying over at the Ice Princess who could possibly help you." He quickly tallied up her total. "That'll be 20 gold, miss."

Shiloh dug into her belt pouch, extracted the correct amount of coin and paid the man. Then she changed into the warmer boots and cloak. "Thank you, my good sir." Pia did the same, layering the woolen cloak over the one she already wore. "Shall we? Perhaps we should speak to those treasure hunters."

"I don't know, Shiloh. Treasure hunters? Doesn't that sound dubious to you?"

"I'll be careful while dealing with them," Shiloh replied confidently. "There hasn't ever been a man that has proven to be a match for me."

Pia cocked an eyebrow, "If you say so."

They headed towards the Ice Princess, noting the sign hanging outside the establishment. Pia's brow furrowed. She spoke up as they stepped inside. "You do realize what this place is, don't you?"

"Yes, I figured that out from the name, Pia. So what if it's a damn brothel. It's the only inn in town. We need somewhere to sleep and as long as we make it clear that we aren't part of the merchandise no one should bother us."

"I hope you're right, Shiloh. Besides I would love a bowl of hot soup." 

Shiloh headed into the common room, noting just how full it was of patrons. Stopping by the bar, she smiled at the man cleaning glasses behind it. "My good man, are you the proprietor of this fine establishment?"

"Yes, fair lady, Dandy is my name and entertainment is my game," he purred with a deep silky voice. "My, my, it isn't very often that some beautiful morsels present themselves to me. Seeing that you are new in town, would it be so fortuitous for me to assume that you are looking for work, my beauties?"

Shiloh grinned, "Not per se. I'm Princess Aurelius of Betancuria and this is Pia, my bard. We are looking for lodging. I've been told that the castle is off-limits."

"Yes, tragic what befell our good Baron," Dandy sighed. "Tis even more so that he had no heir. His court wizard had assumed rule of the barony until a suitable heir can be located."

"Baron's court wizard is ruling in His Grace's stead," Shiloh frowned. "That is impossible. A wizard ruling. There is no precedent for that. Were my Lord Father alive, he could surely appoint someone better suited than a wizard to govern these lands, but alas, that is not to be. Might my bard and I acquire a room for a few days?"

"That'll be fifty gold per night, but I'd be willing not to charge if your bard put on a performance for my customers. It would be a welcome treat for us. I'll increase the pay-out to one hundred if you are willing to perform topless."

Pia frowned then glanced at Shiloh. She cocked an eyebrow, silently asking Shiloh's opinion. Shiloh leaned in close to Pia, "I'd do it if I were you, not topless though."

Pia turned to Dandy, "I accept. Fifty gold a night, paid nightly up front, and you have a deal. I'll need some time to warm up my voice, though." 

Dandy handed them a key, "I'll require you to wear this outfit then. Here's a key to the room you can use to warm voice up. Once you are ready to take the stage, I will pay you then. The room is upstairs, first door on your right. I hope you have some bawdy songs in your repertoire."

"I do." Pia looked over the light silvery blue garment he'd handed her, "Cute."

"Thank you, my good man," Shiloh beamed. "Any chance we can get a couple bowls of soup sent up to our room?"

"I can see to that, my lady. We have chicken and dumplings, a hearty vegetable beef and corn chowder." He replied. "If you are interested in something heartier, we have roast mutton and potatoes as well as chicken and vegetable kabobs over a savory bed of rice."

"Give us the kabobs and rice with a bowl of the corn chowder each," Shiloh ordered, placing a few gold coins before him. "Thank you again, good sir. Have that delivered to our room."

Shiloh and Pia flounced off, heading up the stairs to the assigned room. They goggled at the erotic paintings lining the walls, giggling merrily. Inside the room, a large bed rested atop a raised platform, covered in luxurious red satin. A stone basin sat opposite over which a voluptuous nude sculpture presided. "Wow, the furnishings in here are like the ones at the Wildcat back home. Perhaps brothel furnishings are universal, eh?"

Pia cocked an eyebrow, "How do you know what the inside of the rooms of a place like The Wildcat looks like?"

"I hid within it after it was already closed," Shiloh shrugged her shoulders and plopped down on the bed. Her body sank into feather bedding. "Oh, this is heaven."

Pia quickly dressed into the clothing he'd given her, pulling on the bandeau top, barely there skirt, thigh-high stockings and shoes. "I guess they don't believe in anything underneath. I'll have to be careful not to spread my legs too far."

"Mmmm, you look good enough to eat."

"Maybe you'll have your chance later, provided some ice prince doesn't sweep you off your feet." Pia winked at her before she began to warm up for voice. She ran through the note scales, strumming the small lute so pulled from her pack for accompaniment. 

Soon a knock came upon the door and Shiloh dashed over to it. Opening it, she accepted the tray of food, giving the young waitress a gold piece tip. The girl curtseyed her thanks then took her leave. "And we have food. It smells delicious."

"Shall we?"

O.O

After enjoying the succulent repast, the two girls made their plans. Pia would perform while Shiloh would work the room, talking to patrons in hopes to find the treasure hunters that the shopkeeper Westiano had told them about. She also hoped to find out more information about what fate had befallen the Baron. 

Shiloh glanced down at her armor, concentrated for a moment then made it resemble the skimpy outfit Pia currently wore. Pia smiled at her, "That is an amazing trick. You'll have to tell me where you found such interesting armor."

Shiloh laughed, "I acquired it in the temple of Hyath on one of the Summer Islands. I accompanied a paladin and his lady to reclaim a chalice that had been stolen from the monastery he served. My half-sister Shanna went with me. To make a long story short, we ended up getting separated. I wondered around the lower levels of the temple with the paladin's lady, a high priestess. Our armor ended up being destroyed by undead and luck would have it, I found this suit. We did find the chalice, but the paladin perished in the battle against the undead guarding it and the priestess was unable to reanimate him. She returned to Sargoza and Shanna went with her."

"Sounds like quite the adventure," Pia smiled. "Well shall we?"

O.O

Pia spent the next few hours singing for a near packed house while Shiloh worked her way around the room, joyfully sitting on the laps of the men, coaxing them to buy more ale, and gathering information about the Barony and surrounding environs. 

She sauntered over to a table where two men and a dwarf sat drinking and enjoying Pia's performance. She had found out from other patrons that they were indeed the treasure hunters Westiano had told her about. She eyed the three men appraisingly, watching as they played a game of five card stud, immediately discounting the dwarf. She wasn't about to go there. Next to the dwarf at the center of the three men sat a dark haired blue eyed handsome man decked out in dark armor and a steel grey-ish cloak. 

She rounded the table, slipping onto his lap, "Hello, handsome." She winked, sliding an arm around his shoulders.

The dwarf bared his yellow rotting teeth, leveling a toothy grin upon her, "Ah, now that's a nice sight!" His beady eyes raked over her succulent breasts.

The man whose lap she occupied spoke up as he wrapped his arms around her, "Don't get your hopes up, Lef. I doubt she'll spread her legs for you."

Shiloh grimaced, the mere thought leaving a bad taste in her mouth, "There's not enough gold in the world for that."

The dwarf named Lefur chuckled, "Ha! A girl who hasn't been mounted dwarven style doesn't know what she's missing!"

The blonde to the left the man Shiloh had chose to sit upon spoke up, "I'd say she'd know exactly that, my small friend. By the way, I'm Lorico." He shot a jaunty wink at her.

Lefur glared at his companion, "Do you want to insult me, you pitiful excuse of a porridge-eating pussy!?"

Lorico shook his head, laughing mirthfully, "Far from it, Lef. I only want to save you the girl's pitiful glances. She looks a little too high class for the likes of you anyhow."

Lefur flipped a stiff middle finger at his companions, "Ha! I'll wager she'll look quite differently when I put my big mean dong into her! What say you, honey?"

Shiloh gave him a skeptical look, "Like I said, dwarf, there's not enough gold in the world for that. I'd sooner slit your throat." She cuddled into the man whose lap she occupied, wiggling her bottom against the swelling in his pants. "So, sugar, are you gonna tell me your name or are you just going to be the handsome stranger?"

"Donan's the name," he replied. "You'll have to forgive the uncouthness of my companions. Lefur lost two toes to the cold last week, and he's been in a bad mood ever since." 

Shiloh rolled her eyes at the dwarf, "From the sounds of his belly aching, I'd have thought he lost his cock!" 

"Considering the way he fusses over his toes, that might be true. I understand dwarven cocks and toes are of the same size, but still..." Lorico smirked, raising the tankard of ale sitting before him to his lips for a sip.

"Come over here and say that to me face, you witless lice-ridden hedgeborn whoreson! Bloody stinking mucus-oozing puke-for-brains, yours isn't any larger!" Lefur growled, throwing his empty tankard at Lorico.

"Calm down, Lef, before Ol' Dandy throws us out again," Donan snapped then turned his attention back to the beauty grinding her bottom into his crotch. "So what do I owe the pleasure of your lovely presence? If you'd like to continue to dance on my cock, sweet thing, we can take this upstairs."

Shiloh grinned, "I'll keep that in mind, handsome. Actually, I heard a rumor that you three might just know your way around the mountains here or perhaps you might know of a way to extract something from a sealed cavern."

Donan cleared his throat, trying to concentrate on her words as all the blood in his body raced towards his cock. "Well now, depends in the manner of thing you wish to extract from the cavern," he replied, adjusting slightly to bring the crack of her ass directly onto his engorged member.

Shiloh turned around, directly straddling his lap, bringing her pussy in direct contact with the leather of his pants. She jerked her hips, mimicking riding him. Donan groaned, burying his face into her cleavage. He rocked against her, feeling her heat, inhaling her musky scent. "You see, handsome," she nipped at his ear, "I was traveling through the mountains with an entourage of people. We fell victim to a rock slide and only myself and my bard escaped. The rest are all trapped." Shiloh pursed her lips into a petulant moue, cocking her head in the direction of Pia singing upon the stage. 

"Explosives should do it," Lorico spoke up. "I think Westiano sells some."

"Nah, that'll never do. That'll only bury her entourage under more rock. What you need are implosion bottles," Lefur replied.

"Do you have any I could buy from you?"

"No, they are very expensive and from what I hear, you need a writ from the Baron to even purchase them. That may be hard to obtain considering that the Baron got himself killed." Lefur replied. 

"If you manage to get ahold an implosion bottle, we would be more than happy to be your guides back to the cave-in, for a small fee of course. We know these mountains very well." Donan offered as he fondled her bottom. Then he slipped a finger beneath her skirt, teasing her wet folds. He parted her nether lips, flicking over her clit before seeking out her dripping slit. 

"Sounds good, handsome," Shiloh purred, lapping up the attention he bestowed upon her snatch. "Shall we venture forth to my room?"

Donan's jaw clenched as she ground against him ever harder. He was near his exploding point. "There's nothing more I'd like, sweet thing, but I'm out of coin and Dandy won't give me any credit."

Shiloh winked, "I'm not one of Dandy's girl so don't worry about it, handsome. I don't charge."

"Well now, that certainly changes things," he grinned. "Be back later, boys." 

Shiloh hopped off his lap, extending her hand to him. She watched as he adjusted the bulge in his pants then accepted her much smaller hand within his. With a blown kiss, she led him upstairs to the room Dandy had given her and Pia. "Let's make this easy, handsome. I want you out of all that leather now. Then you can get your ass onto the bed. I'm in the mood to fuck!"

Donan didn't waste any time scrambling out of his leather armor. He tossed it, his gauntlets and boots onto a red velveteen chaise before making himself comfortable on the soft feather mattress. He watched her every move, her body swaying seductively as she removed her glamered outfit. He watched as Shiloh shamelessly licked her lips while eyeing his erect cock. 

Donan's eyes feast upon her body like a starving man, flicking up and down between her large breasts and her near bald cunt. He skimmed his hands down his chest, across his torso to capture the turgid length throbbing between his legs. He jacked it a time or two, feeling the ooze of pre-cum pebble at the tip. 

Crawling onto the bed, Shiloh straddled Donan's thighs, snaking her pink tongue out to lick her lips once more, "Tell me what you want, handsome."

"I want your cunt. Bring it to me, sweet thing," he purred as he grasped her upper arms, jerking her body upwards until he had her positioned over his face. "Mmmm, naked cunt smells like heaven."

His tongue probed her nether lips, parting her folds only to dig the tip into her clitoris. His mouth engulfed her, devouring greedily, sucking as he licked, bringing mewling sounds from her throat. He dipped his tongue into the scalding wet heat of her slit, lapping away at her succulent channel. Donan groaned, grinding his mouth into her as she grew hot enough to burst into flames. Surely her heat would blister his tongue, if not for her creamy juices. 

Shiloh sank down tighter, gripping his head with her strong thighs, groaning deep in her throat as she flexed her wet walls around the sweeping invasion of his tongue. "Holy fuckin' Bastian," she cried as her walls twitched, releasing a torrent of female juices to soak his face. 

Donan sucked her pussy lips clean, licking her from clit to anus and back again, savoring every drop of her release. Lifting her from his face, he gripped the raging cock between his legs, stroking it gingerly. "Perhaps you'll return the favor, sweetness," he purred while fondling her breasts.

Shiloh flashed her cat grin, licking her lips suggestively, "It'll be my pleasure, big boy." Sliding down the length of his body, she pushed his hand away, replacing it with her own. Her thumb stroked the plump cap, teasing his sensitive underside just so. Donan let loose a throaty moan, his hips jerking reflexively. 

"Do it, slut," he groaned. "Suck it." 

Shiloh took hold of his length, wrapping both hands around it as a lusty moan slipped past her lips. Stroking the veiny shaft, she gave a few quick licks to the angry red tip. Donan gasped, letting out a groan of satisfaction as his cock throbbed, jerking within her grasp. His heavy sacs tight, shrinking up tight beneath his shaft. Teasing the head further, she lashed her tongue across it while listening to the garbled expletives and groans spilling from him. She had him exactly where she wanted him. It was too easy.

A clear pebble of pre-cum oozed forth. Shiloh dug the point of her tongue into his slit, tasting the salty offering before dribbling her saliva over the entire tip. She slurped, engulfing him, drawing his length into the wet cavern of her mouth. Her tongue worked swiftly and eagerly, swirling around his swollen cockhead, rolling it around, savoring the taste before swallowing, flicking over the veined shaft, licking and gulping until she'd taken his cock deep into her throat. 

Donan twisted his fingers into the silken mass of her blonde hair, thrusting into her throat, fucking her mouth. She relaxed her gag relax, taking him down to the base, her nose buffeting his wiry curls. Looking up at him with glassy eyes, she winked, slurping her way back up the shaft before allowing his cock to slide all the way back into her hot, slippery mouth. Moving her hands, she caressed his thighs, rolling his balls, cupping the sensitive sacs before digging her claws into the meat of his naked ass. She squeezed firmly, feeling his thrusts intensify, fucking her mouth harder. 

Shiloh moaned around the scrumptious pole filling her mouth. She writhed against his legs, flexing her ass, bunching it tightly, squeezing her thighs together in attempt to satisfy the itch building within her snatch. Her pussy lips plumped, swelling with desire. Her clit bulged in a hard, throbbing knot from beneath its hood. Soft, whimpering sounds slipped from deep in her throat, changing to a low hum that vibrated along his length. Donan jerked, slamming as deep as he could. His hips lurched up off the bed, his seed churning fiercely within his sacs. 




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Shiloh relaxed her throat in anticipation, jacking her hand wildly up and down his cock shaft as she coaxed his hot load into her mouth, pulsing as jet after jet of hot cream battered her throat. She swallowed reflexively to keep from choking, easing his length out of her throat and mouth. Pulling back, she licked him clean. 

Donan groaned as his cock fell limply against his balls, "Fuck! Damn, sweetness, I ain't never had a slut suck me off quite like that. You wouldn't consider staying here with me, would you? I'll get us a house. I'll join the castle guard. Anything you want I'll make sure you have."

Shiloh chuckled, cuddling up to him. "I'd be more inclined to drag you back to Betancuria with me, if I thought you were really sincere. It would have to be just you."

"I'll think about it," he nodded his head, wrapping around her. "Give me a minute or two then I'll be ready to go."

"I can hardly wait, sugar," she winked as she straddled him, slipping down his body until her pussy lips cradled his reawakened cock. "Do with me what you will." She lifted her hips, coating his shaft with her juices, until the ridge of his cockhead teased her clit.

Donan groaned, a long drawn out rumble starting in the base of his stomach and moving up his chest, "Fuck," he grasped while all thought abandoned him.

Shiloh grinned predatorily, "Oh, yes." 

Donan flipped Shiloh onto her back, his mouth sucking hard on her neck, her breasts, her nipples. He ravished her body, touching her with hungry hands. He turned feral, so rough, so strong. She savored his intensity, going out of her head with need.

"Fuck me, Donan." She spread her legs, her pussy open and waiting. "Fuck me, hard."

Donan dug callused fingers into the taut cheeks of her ass as he raised her hips. With one savage thrust, he buried himself up to his balls, her pussy gratifyingly stretched and raw with his assault.

This was what Shiloh had craved for a while now. "Harder," she clawed at his shoulders, raking extended nails in furrows down his back, desperate for more. He withdrew and surged into her again, harder. She shuddered, her pussy vibrating with pleasure around his cock. "Harder."

Like a man possessed, Donan dominated her forcefully, riding her without mercy, entering her with such strength that she thought she might split in two. She hadn't felt this way since the last time Bastian had fucked her. She panted, he grunted, their animalistic noises reverberating off the walls of the room. 

"FUCK!" she screamed as she came, clenching his shaft within her pink walls, squeezing and convulsing. He filled her one, two, three times more before shouting his own release, his booming voice echoing beyond the room.

He collapsed beside her, groaning in pain as his torn up back met the fabric of the sheets, "Fuck me," he panted, staring down at his limp cock. "You drained me, cunt. What in fuck's name did you do to me? I've never had a fuck like that."

Shiloh grinned before bodily rolling him onto his stomach. She traced her fingers through the blood clotting the deep scratches, "I opened myself up to Bastian, patron Lord of Lust, Hedonism and Vengeance. His presence rocketed our passion to new heights, my sexy man." She licked his blood from her fingers. She collected more of his blood, using it to draw identical symbols on his back as well as on her thigh. 

"His Grace will siphon our lust, drinking it in as an offering. He is most pleased," she smiled, feeling her Most Revered Lord's presence bolstering her. "Within a few minutes, we will fuck again."

A grimace crossed his face, "You've drained me, slut. I think junior is down for the count."

She pouted ever so petulantly, "You'll see I'm correct. We've only just begun." 

O.O

Pia returned the room a few hours later, finding a thoroughly drained Donan sleeping off an overdose of sex whereas Shiloh proudly looked like the cat that ate the canary. Pia frowned, her brow furrowing deeply. "What have you done to him? The patrons downstairs, including Dandy, could hear his screams loud and clearly."

Shiloh glanced over at the listless man on the bed. He certainly looked worse for wear with rent flesh, ragged furrows scoring his skin and a supremely shriveled set of cock and balls. "He'll be fine when he wakes, Pia. When he wakes is anyone's guess, though."

Horror and disgust clouded Pia's usual serene features, "Shiloh, how could you? This is beyond madness."

"Bastian made me do it," she grinned. "I'm going to get some sleep. Shall we, my sweet?"

"I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you and your depravities, Shiloh. I thought you better than this." Contempt riddled Pia's features. She quickly removed the skimpy outfit she'd performed in, made use of the bathing basin and sought her rest upon one of the velveteen chaises. "I don't understand why you aren't showing any remorse for your trespasses against this man."

"He enjoyed every last bit of it, Pia. It was just rough sex. I'm not without wounds myself." Shiloh shook her head. "I'll heal him as soon as he wakes and he'll be as good as new."

"It's wrong," Pia turned her back to Shiloh, hoping to find the peace of sleep soon. Shiloh sneered, rolling her eyes at the back of her companion. Bastian was pleased and that's all that counted.

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The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 47



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

Homecoming

The malevolent feeling simmering within Shiloh's gut hadn't lessened even once they reached the dragon's lair. She noticed the huge white beast resting upon a massive pile of coins, gems, and other pretty shiny things the dragon valued. Typical dragon, she chuckled just as the chill of pure ice cold terror slithered down her spine. It caught her unawares.

"Something's not right here," she growled, pulling her weapons.

"Shiloh," Pia shot her an uncertain look. "What's wrong?"

"Something bad, but I'm not sure what yet. Something else is here. I don't know what, though," Shiloh shook her head as she sent a mental message to Bastian. She felt his power filling her immediately, boosting her strength and speed. She watched as the dragon rose from its hoard, taking wing only to land a few short few from her.

"Have you found a way to get me out of here, human?"

"Yes, I have, but there is something here that must be dealt with first, my Lord Wyrm." She replied, holding both her blades up in front of her.

Pia restrung her bow, readying it. She pulled an arrow, nocking it in place. "What is it, Shiloh?"

She feared to say what she was thinking. In her gut she knew. She had wondered when they'd meet again. The two prior meeting had gone in Shiloh's favor, but she wasn't so sure about this one. Too much was at stake.

"I've felt something slinking around my lair for several days now," the dragon growled. "Its presence befouls my home. Its stink of the hells and brimstone angers me. I would turn its fire into ice if I could find it, but alas it is most adept at hiding. One would think its blood would freeze for all the cold."

"It's Narev. He's toying with me," Shiloh growled as she caught a whiff of sulfur. "Come out, you stinking coward."

A wicked laugh slipped from the tiefling's lips as he materialized behind her, "You should never leave your back unguarded, stupid bitch."

The twang of an arrow losing split the silence in the cavern just as Narev jabbed a serrated blade at her unprotected back. The arrow sank into the hand wielding the blade. He snarled in pain, snapping the arrow shaft in half before whirling about in time to see Pia nocking another arrow. It gave Shiloh the time to attack.

By the time the fire haired tiefling realized his folly, Shiloh was on him. She ducked under his defenses, bringing both Bloodlust and Darksbane up to bare against his throat, crisscrossed. "Fuck you to the hells," she screamed, slicing deeply as she draw them back.

He wretched, gasping for air as blood dripped from his lips, splattered from his severed arteries, coating Shiloh's skin with a wide swath. She cried out as it singed her skin, leaving angry welts on her exposed flesh. Narev's body slumped to the cavern floor, a pool of blood spreading beneath his head.

"Lord Bastian, I praise thee. Accept this gift from your humble knight and servant. I offer Narev's soul to you for all eternity. Lord Bastian, I praise thee," Shiloh chanted, kneeling by the body of the defeated servant of the Deceiver of Souls. She slammed Darksbane into his chest, piercing his heart and delivering him to her Lord. Then she lifted his body as if he weighed nothing, tossing it into the air. "Catch!" She called to Hovazz, the white dragon.

A blast of icy cold turned the projectile body into ice before the dragon extended his neck to catch the morsel. One bite, two bites, then gulp and the tiefling was nothing more than a memory. "I needed a nice snack," a rumble that resembled a laugh came from the dragon. "So you said you have a way to get me out of here."

"That I do. Wait here one moment while I go set it up." Shiloh headed to the cave-in, placing the implosion bottle on one of the larger boulders obstructing the way out. She moved back one hundred paces before she called Pia over to her. "I need you to hit the bottle... from here with this special arrow. Once the bottle is shattered, the component inside coupled with the arrows special tip will turn all that rock into itty bitty pebbles. Just don't miss."

"No pressure, right..." Pia sighed as she nocked the special arrow in her bow, aiming at the bottle she could barely see. She inhaled slowly, holding her breath as she drew back the arrow by its intricate fletching, sighting down it. It was all lined up, arrow straight, arms steady, even the bottle seemed so much clearer.

The twang of the bowstring sounded as the arrow released. Flying true and straight until it impacted the bottle perched on the rock. The effect took a few tense moments to come to fruition, but whence it did, a putrid yellow swirl encapsulated the rocky barrier. Deep rumbles echoed through the cavern shaking the very ground beneath their feet as the blockage was reduced to mere rumble. Boulders easily larger than most houses turned to pebbles.

The cavern continued to shake as Hovazz bounded about as if he were no bigger than a puppy. "Hsssssssssssssssssss," he bellowed. "I AM FREE! FREE! FREE TO FLY!"

Shiloh and Pia exchanged wary glances, "This doesn't mean you'll ravage the countryside, does it?"

"You really think I'd forfeit my new found freedom in order to exact revenge on those that did this to me. I would not throw this away so foolishly," he peered down at them. "You humans can be very shifty, though and I must guard my freedom as zealously as I guard my hoard."

"Well, not all of us are shifty," Shiloh replied as Pia snickered, bumping Shiloh in the ribs. "Owww, what was that for?"

"I believe I made you a promise," Hovazz stated. "Now where is it you wish me to take you?"

"Betancuria," Shiloh replied, relieved to finally be going home.

"That is quite the journey. But although I am loath to be in that warm climate of yours, I will take you there. All the way," he promised.

"Did you hear that, Pia? We're going hooooome!" Shiloh exclaimed, doing a little happy dance.

Pia merrily joined her, "Yes! Hooray for us!"

Hovazz spread his mighty wings. "Come, little females. Find a safe spot to sit. I will fly at great height."

Pia and Shiloh clambered up onto the dragon's back, finding a comfortable place to sit amongst its back spikes. The two girls huddled together, holding onto the dragon for dear life. Even though Hovazz flew at great speed, the journey took over two days until they leave behind the icy areas of the north, and yet another day and a half before finally reaching Shiloh's father's kingdom. She felt very uncomfortable at first, the height making her shiver, and the motions of the dragon beneath her only adding to the feeling of being very, very small and helpless should anything go wrong.

Pia spent most of her time hugging Shiloh tightly during the flight, as much uncomfortable with riding a dragon as Shiloh. The only time Hovazz would stop during the journey was every so and so many hours so his two passengers could visit the bushes. Hovazz made doubly sure to avoid any signs of human life, and we never encounter anybody.

At the end of the fourth day, when their supplies were beginning to run low, they finally reach Betancuria. From above it looked different, and for a while Shiloh forgot about being scared and watched the landscape below her curiously. It all looked so familiar, yet so... small!  Hovazz cautiously circled above the city for a few moments. Not a sole noticed their presence, the mighty white shape invisible in the cloudy sky. Then he turned south and swooped down to drop the two females off.

Hovazz flashed on last pondering look at Shiloh, bidding them a fond farewell, before taking off again. Soon the grand white dragon was back in the air, gaining height rapidly. Shiloh and Pia watched him disappear before starting back to the city.

"Oh it's so good to be back home!" Pia spoke up first, doing a little dance of joy. Shiloh watched her with a wide grin on her face.

"Gods, I thought that flight would never ever end. I thought for sure I'd turn into an icicle and then the dragon would eat me." Shiloh giggled before hugging Pia, joining her happy dance.

Pia laughed merrily, "Me too. Ahh... My butt hurts from all the sitting! This is worse than a night with... uh... never mind."

"You mean to say Vico, right? You can say it, Pia. It doesn't really bother me to hear the bastard's name. I'm through with him. I'm strong. I'll continue to be strong."

"That's a good girl, Shiloh." Pia smiled, her eyes turning soft. "But... seriously. I am very, very grateful for what you've done for me. I am so very grateful you rescued me. I never would've made it home without you."

"Pia, you are special to me. You're a very special friend and I know that you'll always be there for me," Shiloh hugged Pia once more, running her hands up Pia's back to play in her short ponytail.

"I feel the same way, my sweet. Sometimes your behavior is a bit disturbing, but deep down I know you have a good heart and I will always be your friend. I'll always be here for you."

"Come on. Let's get back to the city. We need to visit Alfons first and then I think we should celebrate." Shiloh suggested as happy tears welled in her eyes.

"Yes, we should. I think we've earned it. Let's go to the Bear Pit. It's my treat!" Pia beamed a smile, grabbing Shiloh's hand.

The impatient bard took off towards the city with Shiloh in tow. Within an hour they were at the south gates, filing in alongside some merchants bringing their wares to sell at the market. Quickly they crossed the southern portion of the city, making their way to Drago's Warehouse, where Shiloh sold off excess equipment. From Drago's they crossed the sewers, making their way into the hideout.

They bounded into Alfons's office, making their way over to him. He looked up from the book he'd been pouring over, a surprised expression on his face, "Shiloh!! I've been worried! Where have you been?! And Pia! Gods it's good to see you!" He hugged both of them tightly. "Where have you been all this time?"

"It's quite the story, Alfons," Pia smiled. "But I have to thank Shiloh. I owe her my life."

Shiloh flashed Pia a fond smile, her eyes going soft and liquid. Alfons crossed his arms over his chest impatiently, "Tell me already!"

Pia launched into the explanation of what had happened at the Academy, where they'd been and amazingly, how they managed to make it home. Alfons rubbed his beard, his eyes turning into saucers, as she told her tale, "Holy smoke! Now that is what I call an adventure! I cannot say how good it is to have you two back! Wow, you two are really amazing! I suppose I shouldn't say that too much to your face's in case it decides to go to your head."

Shiloh guffawed, "No, you shouldn't, Alfons. Anyway, it is so good to be home."

"You must be dead tired! Well, take some time off and rest. Both of you," A fond smile crossed his face. "Oh Shiloh, Nathan wants to see you. He's been worried as well."

"Nathan, worried?" Shiloh cocked an eyebrow. "Wow, that's a new one if I've ever heard one."

"Just check in with him. I'm sure he knows you're okay." Alfons replied.

"Sure thing, Alfons," Shiloh replied, "Besides that actually was our next stop. We were going to have some of Chella's fabulous cooking and celebrate with a few fine bottles of wine."

Alfons smiled, "Have fun, but stay out of trouble." Then he turned his attention back to the book before him.

Shiloh and Pia merrily scampered out of his office out into the hideout then into the sewers. They made their way through the sewers to Stan's house then walked the short distance from south Betancuria to the northern part of the city. A block up the street was the Bear Pit. Shiloh and Pia dashed towards it, unmindful of the rain coming down at a steady pace. They splashed through the puddles on their way until they made it to the restaurant's front door. They giggled as they ducked inside, almost ignoring the waitress who met them just inside the door.

"Hello Shiloh and Pia," the dark haired girl smiled. "Are you here to eat or to see Nathan?"

"Both," they replied in unison before breaking down in a fit of giggles.

"Well, you might as well eat first because Nathan is in a meeting with someone very important and asked not to be disturbed for a while. He came down here personally to deliver the message. He did say that if you stopped by to eat first then he'd see you."

Shiloh frowned, "How does he know we're back?"

"Oh, a Family member saw you and Pia enter South Betancuria earlier so he brought Nathan the news. He's had people searching and keeping an eye out for you since both of you disappeared." The waitress replied.

"Thank you, Lara. Now we will take that table," Shiloh replied, following behind the petite brunette.

"Is this to your liking? And would you like menus or are you just having wine?"

"Menus, please, and a wine list," Pia piped up. "Although, I already know I want a serving of Chella's pot roast with 2 of her big rolls."

"And you, Shiloh?"

"That actually sounds quite delicious. I'll have the same and bring us a bottle of Betancurian Red, please." Shiloh dug into a belt pouch, pulling out a few gold coins. She pressed them into Lara's hands, "For you, sweetie."

Lara smiled her thanks then went to place the orders. After a few minutes, Chella bustled into the common room, making a bee-line for Shiloh and Pia. "My little Shiloh, where in all that is holy have you been? And Pia, it's good to see you."

"Alfons sent me out on a job, Chella. I'm fine." Shiloh smiled as the motherly woman hugged her tightly.

Chella let go of Shiloh after a few moments then gave Pia an equally warm hug before sitting down with them. "You don't know how relieved I am to see you two. I told Nathan if you didn't show up soon that someone would have to find you or find out where you'd gone or if someone had taken you. You risk entirely too much."

"Chella, I was sent by Alfons to find Pia. We were fine. Nothing bad happened to us and here we are at home safe and sound. We're waiting to see Nathan. Lara said he's in a meeting with someone and isn't to be disturbed. Who could be so important that we aren't allowed upstairs?" Shiloh asked.

Chella shrugged her shoulders, "I haven't a clue, my dears. We'll just have to wait, I suppose. Now, I've gotta get back to my kitchen. I'll see to your orders and have Lara bring them out when they're ready. It shouldn't be more than a few minutes."

"Thanks, Chella," Shiloh beamed a happy smile at her surrogate mother. She watched the portly woman return to the kitchen, pleased to be home again.

"She really dotes on you, doesn't she?" Pia remarked.

"Yes, she does. When I first came here, she made me feel welcome and safe. I had lost everything and she took care of me. Sure she was a hard task master when it came to getting my work done, but she always had something special for me at the end of the day. She still takes care of me even now," Shiloh smiled.

"It's probably because she thinks of you as her daughter, Shiloh. She had a daughter once. A beautiful girl who made all the men around her swoon, much like you do, but she died of the plague some years ago and Chella never really got over that loss." Pia explained. "She loves you as if you were her own."

"And I love her as a second mother as well." Shiloh replied warmly. "I hope our order gets here soon. I'm hungry enough to eat the table!"

"Beware the splinters, though," Pia giggled.

Shiloh laughed loudly, turning a few heads at the nearby tables. She covered her mouth with her hand as Pia giggled softly. "People probably think we're already drunk and we haven't had a drop of wine yet," Shiloh quipped.

"Oh, here's our food and our wine. Thank you, Lara," Pia also handed the girl a few gold coins after she placed the entrees, wine goblets and bottle of wine on the table before them.

"Oh, Chella says it's on the house." Lara beamed, placing Pia's coins in her pockets.

"Oh, this looks so delish," Pia cooed as she dug into the hearty dish of lean meat, potatoes, carrots and celery. "Mmmmmmm, tastes like heaven."

Shiloh poured wine into their goblets before digging into her own meal. "Of course, Chella's cooking never disappoints. Nathan better hope I don't steal her away from him to run the kitchens in the castle once I take over. Then again, I just may have to. I couldn't live without Chella." She downed a goblet of Betancurian Red. "Once we leave here, we can spend the night at my apartment. It's just down the block."

"I really like the sound of that, Shiloh." Pia smiled, draining her own glass. Soon conversation gave over to the need to fill their bellies with good food and wine. Shiloh pushed her empty plate aside, filling one last goblet of wine as she noticed a dozen Dhorn Commandos storming through the front door. Accompanying them were a half dozen war wizards and a zealous Commander.

"Nobody move," the Commander shouted as half the Commandos and War Wizards made their way to the upper floors. "I need an employee of this place."

Lara foolishly stepped forward. "I work here."

The Commander snapped his fingers as one of his remaining War Wizards approached her. "Take her to the cells!"

Lara screamed as the wizard cast a spell, teleporting them both out of the common room. Shiloh pushed her chair back, pulling her swords from their sheaths as the sounds of heavy fighting came from the upper floors.

The Dhorn Commander then shut the front door behind him, locking it. "Clear the room," he ordered. His remaining half dozen Commandos began attacking the patrons, striking most of them down where they sat. Some tried to fight back, but it was futile in the face of such overwhelming strength.

Shiloh leapt from her chair, unable to sit by and watch the needless slaughter of such innocent bystanders, engaging the first Commando she came to. Pia followed suit, shooting arrows from her bow. She made every shot count, taking out three of the Commandos in rapid fire succession.

Shiloh dodged the swipe of her opponent's halberd, nimbly dancing out of the way, before striking his unguarded back. She sank her swords in, frantically whispering to Bastian. Yanking them out, she watched as he fell in a heap at her feet. Whirling about, she tumbled to her next victim, meeting the slash of his longsword. She parried it, sidestepping. Then she attacked full force, bringing both weapons up to strike at once. The blades rent gashes in his armor, sinking into the flesh of his chest. He coughed blood, staggering away from her before he too fell to her feet.

The Commander came at her swiftly, but she was more than ready. She feinted to the left, twirling her swords in her hands, before striking. Steel clanged off steel, sending sparks flying through the air. Shiloh brought her foot up to kick at him, shoving him back at a few feet, giving her the opportunity to tumble around him to his back. Grabbing Oathreaver from her waist, she fashioned a garrote, slipping it over his head. She cinched it tight bringing him back against her. "You picked the wrong people to fuck with," she snarled in his ear. Then she slammed Bloodlust deep into his neck, severing his arteries. He fell to the floor, choking on his own blood. She left him there as she engaged the last Commando. The man already had an arrow sticking out of his shoulder and Shiloh could see Pia nocking another for her next shot. But Shiloh wasted no time, dancing wildly around him, cackling insanely, taunting him with her audacity. She flurried her two wicked blades about, coming under his defenses as she stabbed maniacally at his armored chest. Each time her blade pierced him, she twisted her wrist, doing just a little bit more damage to his body. Her last and final hit pierced his heart. She sank Bloodlust in deep, hearing his scream before his legs buckled beneath him.




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She yanked Bloodlust out, following it up with Darksbane, chanting to Bastian as she did. Each one of these unfortunate souls would soon find themselves at her Most Revered Lord's mercy for all of eternity. This was her vengeance.

Pia rushed over to her, disbelief all over her face. "I can't believe they'd do this. These poor people," she glanced around the restaurant at the bodies of the dead patrons. "They never had a chance."

"I hate to say it and I know this will sound cold, but this is typical Dhorn. This is what they did at the castle the night it fell." Shiloh replied, seeing the shock on Pia's face. She walked over to the door separating the tavern room from the kitchens and upper floors, finding it blocked by a wall of stone, thick and impenetrable. "We should try to get to upstairs and see if anyone has survived."

"As harsh as it seems, Shiloh, we can't. We have to let Alfons know what's happened here," Pia countered. "If we go up there and get in over our heads, there is no one who can get us out. Alfons needs to know. He'll know what to do."

"You're right, Pia. Let's sneak out through the trap door. I bet the front door is guarded well by more Dhorn. We mustn't be seen." Shiloh led Pia into an alcove off the tavern room and threw back a small rug. She opened the trap door, climbing down the ladder into the sewer tunnel below. After waiting for Pia to join her, they made haste to the hideout, racing into Alfons's office.

"Alfons, The Bear Pit, it's been attacked by Dhorn," Shiloh blurted out.

"They killed everyone and we couldn't get the upper floors because it was blocked off."

Alfons blinked, "What?!?!?!?"

"I'm going to have a look. Someone must check on Nathan," Cata spoke up.

"No, Cata, we can't. It's far too dangerous. We must abandon this place. They'll have taken prisoners and they'll find out about this hideout. Shiloh, meet me at Barich's Tavern and by the gods, don't get caught." Alfons replied as he and Cata bustled out. He sounded the alarm and soon the hideout was empty. Shiloh and Pia followed behind, meeting several more Commandos on their way through the sewers.

"This is just great," Pia sighed. "Now we'll be the prime target of every Dhorn in the city."

"Maybe not," Shiloh shook her head as they entered Drago's Warehouse from below, noting that Drago was nowhere in sight. Even the two warehouse workers were gone as well. Shiloh prayed they were able to escape in time. "They have to catch us first. We are two sneaky girls and I've found that they aren't very good at spotting danger from the shadows."

They slunk along, keeping to the shadows as they made their way up the docks to Barich's Tavern, which sat across from the defunct brothel, The Wildcat. Shiloh and Pia emerged from the shadows, quickly entering the tavern generally frequented by sailors and dock workers. Alfons was waiting for them, along with Timmy. Much to her surprise and dismay, she watched Vico step out of the dark shadows of the smoky tavern. She knew he'd been gone on a fairly important mission to Sargoza and was surprised that he had made it back. But that was neither here nor there, she told herself as she turned her attention to Alfons.

Anxiety played heavy on his ruddy face. "It's good that you are here, Shiloh. A lot of us have managed to escape, but still, this was a heavy blow."

"Pia and I did encounter some Commandos in the sewers near the hideout when we were making my way out," Shiloh reported.

"I seriously hope they didn't see you, or live to tell?" Alfons replied, although he already knew what her answer would be before she spoke it.

"Those bastards are dead. No need to worry." Shiloh stated, rolling her shoulders reflexively. "So what are we going to do about this?"

"The good news is that we have reason to believe that Nathan and some of the other folks from the Bear Pit are alive. The Dhorn have taken them out of the city, to a ruined hunting lodge in the King's Forest, where they are to be put to the question. Timmy overheard a conversation between two high-ranking Dhorn officers who claimed as much, anyway."

Pia shivered, "Uhm, put to the question...?"

"That doesn't sound good, especially since I know firsthand what being put to question by the Dhorn is like. Gods, I hope Benthur isn't overseeing the interrogations." Ice cold terror slithered down Shiloh's back as she momentarily remembered being tortured by the sadistic Commander.

"I've warned most of our remaining folks, but we won't be safe in the city for too long. If we don't find Nathan and the others soon, we may have to leave Betancuria," Alfons shook his head, "Sad that it's come to this."

Shiloh shook her head, "Mayhap if my Father had left well enough alone, it wouldn't have."

"Shiloh, nothing lies down that road, but heartache and misspent wanderings. Don't trouble yourself so." Alfons cautioned, compassion filling his weary eyes.

Vico stepped closer, slipping his arm around Shiloh's waist, "Family is all that matters now. And for that reason you and I are going to seek out that hunting lodge, Shiloh."

She jerked away from him as if burned, pinching her nose in exasperation, " Just great. Fine," she sneered.

Alfons shook his head. "The two of you had better put your differences aside for the time being. We can't afford any further hostilities within our ranks. I want you and Vico to do this, Shiloh. Together. The hunting lodge will probably be heavily guarded. This is NOT a mission for a lone man. Or woman."

"Oh fine, but as long as he doesn't think that he can order me around," she frowned.

Vico shook his head, rolling his eyes then shot an insolent sneer at her, "Stop acting up like a spoilt little girl, Shiloh. Your princess days are long gone."

She shot back a death glare, cold fury simmering just below the surface, "Oh, fuck you, Vico."

Alfons stepped between them, "We cannot take any risks. Too much depends on you. On BOTH of you. Please."

"Alright, but it may well be that Vico finds a dagger in his back during the course of this mission," Shiloh groused unhappily.

"It may also well be that you find my dick in your ass during the course of this mission," Vico retorted slyly.

Alfons and Pia exchanged even wearier glances before Pia interjected, frowning at the blackguard, "Where were you anyway when the Dhorn attacked the Bear Pit?"

Vico took his eyes off Shiloh, glancing at Pia, his eyes narrowing dangerously, but it was Alfons who spoke up, "He just came back from Sargoza an hour ago, Pia. Together with Wally and Frank."

"Do you really think I'd stay away from a fight like that, Pia darling?"

She shrugged, "Well... No. I was just wondering. That's all."

He rolled his eyes before moving to her side. His arm slid across her shoulders, "Silly girl."

Alfons pulled Shiloh aside, "Look, I know Vico's... difficult to deal with at times. But we need to work together if we want to have a chance to free Nathan and the others." He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked straight into her eyes. "We're all depending on you two. You must succeed in this. Things might get ugly. He's a damn good fighter. He'll protect you at all costs. Of that you can be sure."

"Alfons, I haven't needed Vico to protect me in how long now," she turned her head, meeting Vico's level glare. "I handed him his ass the last time we tangled, remember?"

"That's in the past, Shiloh, and that's where it has to remain in order for you two to work together successfully. Nothing else matters now," Alfons stressed.

"We'll be fine," Vico spoke up. "We have a duty and we'll do it. Won't we, Shiloh?"

"Yes, Vico, we'll be fine," she flashed a sugary-sweet smile at him.

"I'll accompany Shiloh, in any case," Pia piped up in a sing-song voice, injecting some levity into the seriousness.

"Now, as far as I know, the Dhorn haven't detected our tunnel below the north wall yet. You know where it starts?" Alfons asked.

"Nope, I didn't know we had a tunnel under the north wall." Shiloh replied, frowning.

"There's a ruined house next to the city gates in the western part of the city, right next to Tald's Tavern. Go there, the tunnel starts behind the fireplace. It's not difficult to find if you know where to look."

Shiloh nodded, "Good as done."

"This should go without saying, but I fear I must. Please be very careful. There's only very few of us left. If you get caught, we may not be able to help you."

"Don't worry, Alfons. We'll be fine and we won't fail. I owe too much to Nathan," Shiloh replied, "Plus if they have Nathan, that means they have Chella and I can't allow that."

"Good luck." Alfons wished them, watching as they headed for the door of the tavern. Silently, Shiloh, Pia and Vico made their way back through Southern Betancuria, across the river bridge and into the northern part of the city. They bisected it, passing the Academy and the Dhorn Barracks on their way to the western portion.

Onward they continued, keeping to the shadows wherever possible, passing the Dhorn Administrative Building and the Arena. They made it to the western gates then located the ruined house Alfons had spoken of. Shiloh deftly picked the lock, allowing Vico to enter first to secure the building. Shiloh and Pia entered after he'd given the all clear. Truth be told, she hadn't expected any resistance and was glad there was not.

Pia frowned, looking around at the rumble littering the floor. "Wasn't this the night watchman's house?"

"Bloody ceiling's sprung a leak," Vico sneered.

"Afraid the water might ruin your hair, Vico dear? Or that you might actually have to take a bath soon?" Shiloh taunted.

He threw her a disdainful look, "Let's check out the fireplace," he ordered.

"Did you know about the tunnel before Alfons told us?" Shiloh asked him, as she knelt down before it, searching the floor.

Vico shook his head, "Nope."

"Me neither," Pia replied. "Must be one of those secrets that Nathan and Alfons kept to themselves. They sure as hell have had enough of them."

Shiloh rolled her eyes as she continued to search. "A-ha, found it!"

With a rasping sound, the back of the wall gives way, revealing a dark corridor behind it. Thick layers of dust cover the ground, making it obvious this passage hasn't been used at all recently. Shiloh made her way through it followed close behind by Pia and Vico. After a few minutes, Pia sniffed, "What's that smell?"

Shiloh wrinkled up her nose, "See I told you Vico needed a bath."

The blackguard rolled his eyes at her, "It is bat dung, stupid cunt."

"Phew, it stinks," Pia complained, pinching her nostrils shut as they moved further down the tunnel.

Vico threw his arms up in the air, "Stop complaining, Pia. The smell could be worse. I mean, Shiloh's yet to open her legs."

"Oh bite me, asshole," Shiloh retorted, tired of his nonsense already. She shook her head, wondering what she'd ever really saw in him. He was still the same childish thug he'd always been. He truly hadn't changed a bit. She didn't expect he would either. That's just fine, she thought. I don't need him. I can do better. I need someone with the connections to put me where I want to be. I want someone who can help me become Queen. Someone who'll be my King and that isn't Vico.

Vico laughed, "Don't dish it if you can't take it."

She ignored him this time, scouting ahead. When she came to a ladder, she figured this was the way out. She only hoped this put them outside the city walls. She sure as hell felt like they'd covered enough ground to make it beyond the walls. Only one way to find out, she sighed, then climbed up until she reached a thick stony slab, which easily gave way. She pushed it aside, finally emerging out in the open. She found herself in a tight, rectangular earthen pit of sorts, about five feet wide and deep. Above, thin rain drops fall down upon her head at a steady pace. She took a couple deep breaths.

"Shiloh, could you move your fat ass a little so the rest of us can get out of here too?" Vico snarled at her, still standing on the ladder. He swats her bottom viciously.

"Mmmmm, do it again, please, daddy," she teased, wiggling her ass at him.

Vico growled, "By the hells!" Swearing loudly, he shoved Shiloh out of his way, joining her in the pit before helping Pia up as well. Then he glanced around, taking a long look at their surroundings.

Shiloh's inner imp soon got the better of her as she snaked her hand around, under his armor, pinching his bum.

He hadn't seen it coming, "Ouch! What the...?" He turned a sharp glare at Shiloh who flashed an innocent look at him.

"Is something wrong, Vico dear?"

Pia giggled softly behind her hand.

Vico rolled his eyes once more, shaking his head at her cheekiness. Things would certainly never be dull with Shiloh around, that was for sure. "Let's just get the hell out of here before we drown," he groused at her.

The grass on the pit's rim proved somewhat slippery from all the rain, but with the help of a few gnarly roots close by, Shiloh managed to climb out. She gave Pia a hand next then waited for Vico to make his way out.

"Do you think we are far enough from the city walls?" Pia asked, glancing around the area, before brushing dirt off her colorful bard wear.

"We should be safe," Vico stated then glanced back down into the pit they'd climbed out of, "A grave, go figure." He motioned to the weather sarcophagus covering the bottom of the pit.

"It looks pretty old," Shiloh replied. "The engraving on the headstone is worn away."

"One thing for certain," Pia spoke up. "It's highly unlikely that anybody will suspect that there's a tunnel below it. This will probably be our way back into the city as well."

"Yeah, we know, Pia darling. Anyway, the road should be a few hundred feet to the east of here. We'll follow it north into the King's Forest. Let's be off. There's no more time to waste." Vico replied as he headed for the road.

Shiloh and Pia followed along behind him, huddled close, whispering a conversation between themselves. Vico glanced over his shoulder back at them a time or two, just to make sure they were keeping up, but didn't comment. It seemed odd that the two of them were so close. Their personalities were so different. Shiloh stood several inches taller than Pia and was actually somewhat hunched to accommodate the petite bard, but she showed no signs of weariness. He wouldn't have imagined Shiloh so close and so friendly with someone as frivolous as the bard, but it seemed the two girls had a connection. He pondered it, knowing it had to do with the fact that Shiloh drew people to her like moths to flame. He shook his head, setting aside past regrets. It did no good to dwell on it now. That ship had long sailed.

As they came to a crossroads, Vico stopped, waiting for his companions to catch up. Pia pulled away from Shiloh, sneezing into her upper arm. "We're wet to the bone, and I think I've caught a cold," she sneezed a second time then accepted a handkerchief from Shiloh. "First we trounce around in the damn snow trying to find a way home, now we trounce around in the rain trying to find a way to rescue Nathan."

Shiloh grinned, hugging her, "I like it when you're all wet, my sweet."

Pia giggled, watching as Vico rolled his eyes at them, "You're so naughty!"

"Actually, Pia, it would've been better for you to keep wearing that leather armor I gave you. As much as I love your exposed skin, you'd be feeling better and you'd be warmer." Shiloh stated.

"I know. You're right, so perhaps we can stop at a tavern or an inn when we're a bit farther away from the city? Then I can dry off and change back into it." Pia glanced hopefully at Vico.

He rolled his eyes at her, "Pia, we don't have time for you to fool around with serving wenches."

"That's not what I meant. I need to put something dry on before I get even sicker, silly," she shot back.

"Ya know, he might be right for a change. We've only just started our venture into the King's Forest. We've got a ways to go before we reach that hunting lodge." Shiloh pulled a face, hating that she was agreeing with Vico.

Pia shook her head, layering a dry woolen cloak against her skin under her wet one. "Did the hells just freeze over? You, Shiloh, are agreeing with Vico on something? May the Gods save me."

"Indeed," Shiloh quipped.

Vico hugged Pia tightly, "I've truly missed your humor, Pia darling. But if you're so set on changing, that shack over their looks decently dry. The roof isn't completely gone yet. Don't take too long. Shiloh and I will be waiting."

Pia dashed off after accepting the clean, dry suit of red leather armor from Shiloh's portable hole. The void that Pia had been filling between them was now left wide open. Shiloh did her best to ignore him, but found it wasn't so easy. She turned to him, looking him up and down, sizing him up in a way she hadn't before. At one point in her life, the only thing that mattered was having all the men pining for her, but that hadn't worked with Vico. He was something supremely different. She knew him intimately, knew he was the kind of man to do whatever it took to get the job done, and if the job involved killing, he enjoyed it even more. Vico was smart and cunning, though he hid those traits well behind his ego. True, they were evenly matched on the battlefield, but he was so much more. He was street-wise, a survivor. Far too opinionated for his own good, and sexy as hell, it nearly made her weak in the knees. She remembered a time when she wanted nothing more than to be his lover, but even that was long gone. She would never reopen that wound. It was far too painful.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and I've come to the conclusion that the only way any of us are ever going to live in peace again is if somehow I manage to become Queen." Shiloh spoke up, "I'm not saying it's going to be easy, but it's the only solution I can come up with."

Vico leveled a pondering look upon her, choosing his next words carefully, "How is that going to bring peace to the region? Furthermore, how are you going to pull that one off? Do you even realize what that will mean for the rest of us?"

"I'm perfectly aware of it, Vico. I've thought of nothing but this. First, I'd have to make an advantageous marriage with someone who can get me an audience with Emperor Dhorn. Then, I'd have to convince him that I'm not my Father and do not have the same selfish hunger for power that my Father had. I'll essentially have to agree to rule under his banner in order to negotiate the allowances that I want for Betancuria. That means the overwhelming presence of Dhorn soldiers have to go away. It will put me in the position to negotiate for Nathan's and everyone else's release. If this can be done without further bloodshed, then it may be a plus in our corner. I'm not saying my plan is perfect and I'm not saying it's the only option, but it may be what brings peace to Betancuria. That's what I want. I want to take my rightful place. I want to be the kind of monarch my Father never could."

"You're breaking my heart, birdie," he rolled his eyes. "It's never going to happen. We just need to focus on finding the old man."

Shiloh threw her arms up in the air, "You're impossible to talk to. I fuckin' hate you."

He smirked insolently at her, "Ahhh, you love me and you know it."

Pia returned, bouncing headlong into their tension. "Maybe you two should visit the shack over there for a while. The bed's clean and dry, that's all I'm saying."

"No thanks," Shiloh replied. "I'd rather hump the tree over there." She stormed away, cursing her folly for even saying anything to Vico. She knew he would never understand, would never see things her way. She knew in her heart it was the only way. She knew she could make a difference. She just needed to make the first steps in that direction.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 47



She walked alone until she came to a fork in the road. She knew if they headed north and west, the road would completely bypass the King's Forest. It followed the along the shoreline of the Great River, eventually leading to Riverbridge and border between Betancuria and Dhorn. She had heard that the Dhorn had completely razed Riverbridge to the ground when they invaded Betancuria. "We need to head north and east from here in order to reach the King's Forest," she spoke up.

Vico scoffed, "You should rename it now that you're determined to be the Queen. I know, how about Shiloh's Bush, as sparse as it may be."

Shiloh rolled her eyes at him, "Could you just die already? Thanks."

"Not everyone has a jungle like you, Vico," Pia interjected, watching the storm clouds cross Shiloh's face.

He smirked, "I remember there was a time when you liked that, Pia darling."

"What can I say? I was young and stupid," Pia replied then turned her back to him, following after Shiloh who'd already started walking down the north-east road. Several hours passed before they made it to the edge of the King's Forest. The light drizzle which had plagued them since they left the grey walls of Betancuria behind upgraded into a steady downpour, turning the road into a river of mud, debris and slush.

Only once did the trio encounter anyone else, a lone merchant sitting upon a wagon led by two fat donkeys, slowly making his way south, stoically ignoring the seeping deluge from above, his hat drawn deeply onto his weathered face.

Though the trees provided some sort of shelter from the rain, it isn't long before Shiloh felt the water seeping through her cloak and into her glamered armor. She slogged miserably along, aware of the mud staining her red leather boots. "I hate this," she murmured to Pia.

Pia rolled her eyes, "The joys of traveling. I've missed this so much!" The bard pulled her cloak tighter around herself.

"At least it isn't snow, Pia." Shiloh countered, "I swear once we rescue Nathan, I am never ever traveling again. I don't care who needs rescued. I'm not doing it!! I've had it with this bullshit!"

Vico sighed heavily, "Boo fuckin' hoo, Shiloh. Quit your whining and keep your ass a movin'."

"Ya know, I'd fuckin' kill you right now if I didn't need you here," Shiloh retorted. "Fuck, why didn't I listen to Bastian? I should've killed your ass when I had you begging for mercy!"

"That's a mistake you have to live with, stupid bitch. It's also a mistake I'll never make again. I underestimated you once. Don't think I'll ever do it again. And don't think because you beat me once that you'll ever be able to do it again. You won't." Vico stared her down evenly.

"That's what Narev said as well, but I proved him wrong. Dead wrong," she countered.

"So you defeated one tiefling assassin and I'm supposed to be impressed," he shrugged. "That means nothing, Shiloh."

"Vico, what the FUCK do you want from me? I am sick and tired of dealing with your shit. Let's just get this done and then we can go our separate ways and never deal with each other again. Will that satisfy you?"

"Nothing you do will ever satisfy me, Shiloh, and I am sick of you thinking you have the solution to everything. You're the fucking problem here." Fury took over his features, radiating from his jet black eyes. "You think just because you're a fucking princess that you can fix things, that you're the only one who can fix things. Guess what, sweetheart? You're so fucking impotent you can't do a damn thing. So for once, just shut your fucking mouth and let the grown-ups handle it."

"Fine, have fun getting into that hunting lodge without me," she retorted, walking away in the opposite direction.

"Stop it, both of you. Alfons is counting on us." Pia yelled at their retreating backs. "If you two could just hear yourselves, you'd see that you're arguing the same point. But you're both as stubborn and pig-headed as they come, and neither of you will budge an inch."

Shiloh stopped dead in her tracks, glaring back at Pia and Vico, "No, Pia, he's fucking wrong, as usual. That asshole can't see past his own damn conceit. He thinks just because he's a bad-ass that he can barrel through this like a bull in a china shop, but that's not going to help us. He wouldn't FUCKING know how to be diplomatic if it bit his ass. We need to use a bit of diplomacy here in order to get to Nathan. We all know it. We're not going to be able to storm that hunting lodge. It can't be done. It's on its own little island with a drawbridge between it and the gatehouse, if it's the one I'm thinking of. And if it is the one I'm thinking of, which I'm pretty sure it is, I'm not even sure there's a way to sneak into it."

Vico stormed up to her, "And why are you just mentioning this now?" His face was full of black fury, his eyes burning with rage.

"Because I wanted to leave Alfons with a little hope. I didn't want him to think we were already defeated before we even began. It's all about morale, you stupid fuck!" Shiloh yelled back, getting right in his face.

"And what else haven't you fucking told me?"

"My Father gave the hunting lodge to one of his general's. I've been there once or twice, but I was just a little girl the last time I was there. I'm hoping there's a postern gate, but I don't know for sure. We've got a ways to go before we get there. We're all tired right now, so let's just continue on and hopefully we'll find a place to rest. If memory serves me right, there's a roadhouse a mile or two from here."

The silence and tension between the traveling trio was thick enough to cut with a knife, though Shiloh would've rather planted that knife right smack between Vico's eyes or maybe his back. It didn't matter at this point. She knew she'd have to deal with him sooner or later. Later, she sighed. For better or for worse, I need that asshole. She shook her head, silently cursing Alfons for this folly, for insisting Vico had to be a part of this. Damn, why couldn't the fool have died against the Sargozians? She knew the real fault lay with the Dhorn, though, and ultimately Arto Benthur. Why did he feel it was his personal mission to annihilate them all? Was it because she'd tempted him to break sacred vows? She knew it went deeper than that, though she knew he wanted her dead, silenced unequivocally. They'd been dealt a hard blow, but hopefully if all worked out, they would recover. She just needed an edge, a way in. Hopefully things would go her way for once and they'd all come out just a little worse for wear, but alive.

She kept moving, placing one foot in front of the other. If she thought about it much more, she swore she'd stop, plant her blades in his face and leave him where he dropped. But Pia was right. In-party fighting wouldn't help them right now. They had to get to Nathan, no matter what it took.

Before she knew it, the roadhouse came into view. It looked abandoned and forlorn. There was no smoke coming from the chimney of the inn, no activity anywhere near the barn, either. Utter silence, beyond the sounds of the falling rain and their own breathing, met them starkly. "I think this is The Sleeping Troll Inn," Shiloh spoke up. "I've heard some of the castle residents speak of it before. Though, I couldn't tell you how it got its name. I mean there have never been any trolls in my Father's kingdom, well discounting Vico, that is." A sassy smirk crossed her face. Pia giggled behind her hand.

"Hehehe," Vico rolled his eyes then turned his features deadly serious. "So funny I forgot to laugh. The only troll I've ever seen is this puffed up stank ass two bit damaged goods whore named Shiloh."

"And that's why you kept me abed for days on end, no?" She retorted, ignoring his other insults. She knew he was trying to pick a fight with her. Well, he'd just have to try harder. She wasn't falling for it. "I'm heading inside, just so ya know. This place has a foul stench about it, though that's probably just Vico's breath or his ass. Same difference since you normally do all your talking out your ass."

She skipped over to the door of the roadhouse. It was hanging limp on its hinges. Shiloh pushed it aside, entering quietly. The interior was dark and dank, the musty smell of decay heavy on the air. A thick layer of dust covered the tables that hadn't crumbled from the moisture of the leaking ceiling. Shiloh sighed, "So much for getting a hot meal, but I suppose the good news is that we're the only ones here. I was really hoping to encounter some Dhorn. I feel the need to turn something into paste."

"Actually, we should count ourselves lucky that this place hasn't attracted a goblin tribe," Vico looked about as he moved deeper into the common room. "Hopefully there's a dry bed."

"We can hope." Shiloh replied, "I've had enough of this rain."

"Let's head upstairs, but keep your weapons at the ready, just in case there are some creepy crawlies lurking." Vico added as he headed to the stairs.

"You mean besides you?" Shiloh retorted.

"Look, little girl, I'd have thought you'd learned by now that baiting me is not only juvenile, but detrimental to your health," Vico shot back as he made his way to the upper floor where the guest rooms were located. "Damn!" He eyed the holes in the ceiling above. "There goes our hopes of finding a dry bed."

"Too bad there's no one to complain to," Pia replied, rolling her eyes as she searched each of the rooms.

Vico insolently smirked at her, "I'd never complain, Pia darling. I'd burn down the house, slay the innkeeper and screw his daughter, if she's comely, but not necessarily in that order."

Pia shook her head, rolling her eyes, "Well we are in luck." She stepped into the only room without a leaking ceiling. "This should do."

Shiloh joined her, glancing about. Unlike the rest of the inn, the room she peered into was in good shape. No holes above them and a bed that was clean and dry. It looked as if it had been prepared just for them. She sent a mental flare at Bastian, wondering if he had anything to do with this anomaly, but he was being silent again. Must be busy, she surmised. "Ha-ha, I call dibs on the bed."

Pia frowned, "Only if you intend to share with me, my sweet."

Vico barged in, ignoring the banter between the two girls. "This looks good. Let's stay here."

"Oh no, you are not sleeping in the same bed as us," Pia protested, firmly crossing her arms over her chest. "You can sleep on the floor, but you aren't sharing the bed. Better yet, go make yourself comfy in the barn."

"Shut your mouth, Pia, unless you intend to use it for something more than catching flies. I'm just FUCKING tired and want to get some rest." Vico sat down on the edge of the bed, beginning to remove parts of the massive suit of blackened plate mail that he wore. He released the buckles that held the breastplate on, then stripped off the greaves, gauntlets, vambraces, rerebraces and shoulder pauldrons. Then he kicked off his boots, setting the pieces aside where he could get to them in the morning. Finally he stripped away the wool padding that separated his armor from his clothing beneath, leaving a black tunic and trousers on. As he moved to pull the tunic over his head, both Pia and Shiloh cleared their throats.

"I think that's quite enough, asshole," Shiloh sneered at him. "Keep your clothes on."

He removed it despite her protests, "I can remember a time you were eager to get me out of my clothes, Shiloh. Now you're clucking like a hen about it. I'm fucking tired. Remember that. Besides, sharing a bed with a woman is the only reason most men bear with any of you at all, but if the idea of you rubbing your ass up against me in your sleep is too much for you to deal with, then maybe you should sleep on the floor."

"Oh, fuck you," Shiloh shot back. "You keep away from my ass."

Vico reached out, cupping her bottom. The smirk on his face clearly attested that he wanted to get a rise from her. He was enjoying needling her.

"Hands off," she growled as she moved away.

"And it I don't feel like it, birdie?" He winked, clearly enjoying baiting her.

She shook her head. She knew what he was up to. He'd done it far too often before. "You might just regret it. I can always slit your throat in your sleep. Besides, I'm not in the mood for your games, Vico. And stop calling me 'birdie.' My name is Shiloh!!!!!"

"Could you just stop being an asshole all the damn time, Vico? That'd be great. Maybe then we can all get some rest." Pia spoke up. She knew where this was going and she didn't want it to continue.

"What did I say? Stop acting like a clucking hen, Pia. I don't need your mouth running unless you're going to actually do something with it that's worthwhile. Besides, I've said it before. She's never going to grow up if she doesn't learn to speak for herself."

"I have grown up, asshole, and I did speak for myself when I said I'm not in the mood for your shit. You just have a bad habit of not listening." Shiloh retorted.

Pia frowned, "You could show her a little respect. After all, she defeated you the last time you two fought and everyone saw it."

Vico rolled his eyes, "And it'll never happen again."

"Never say never, Vico," Shiloh spoke up, quietly and clearly. "You taught me that."

He shook his head, crawling onto the left side of the bed. He threw back the covers, making himself comfortable beneath them. Pia followed suit, claiming the right side for herself. She curled into a little ball after she removed the red leather armor Shiloh had loaned her. "No touching and no groping. Are we clear?"

"I said I'm tired, wench." Vico growled back. "You have nothing I want anyway, Pia."

Shiloh was left with no choice but to take the middle section between them. She shimmied out of her armor, stripping down to bare skin before crawling under the blankets with them. Heat radiated from both Vico and Pia, warming her thoroughly, making her very aware of both their bodies, more than was probably befitting. She knew both of them quite intimately. She wanted to curl herself around Pia as she had been doing lately, but knew the minute she was comfortable that Vico would intrude. She sighed, tossing and turning, punching the feather pillow to fluff it somewhat.

"Could you possibly settle down? It feels like there's an earthquake between the sheets." Vico grumbled, drowsily.

"Sorry, I'm just trying to find a comfortable spot. This is madness. I'd love to cuddle with Pia, but I can't without you behaving like a perv," Shiloh's voice took on a whining quality. She knew how pathetic it had to sound, but couldn't help it.

"Holy fuckin' hells, just go to sleep," he groused. "I'm too tired to deal with this shit."

"Fine," Shiloh pouted as she flopped on her back, staring up at the dark ceiling. This was really fuckin' great. She knew the instant that Pia had dropped off to sleep. The bard tended to snore quietly and murmur in her sleep. Vico, on the other hand, didn't make a sound. He didn't so much stir. He was out cold, but the heat radiating from him was intoxicating. Shiloh gravitated towards it. She couldn't help herself as she pressed herself against his back, conforming herself to his bends. Sleep came pretty swiftly once she'd settled into his warmth.

O.O

Hours later, as dawn was breaking, Vico moved away from Shiloh. He'd known the moment she'd attached herself to him, slipping into a blissful slumber. An ache pierced his heart momentarily as he thought of what might've been if she hadn't been such a damn slut. Then again, being a damn slut was what he loved about her most. Her sexiness had been a siren's call he couldn't resist. She'd have done anything he wanted, anything he'd have asked of her. He couldn't get enough of her back then. It was best not to think of it. She'd tried to do the right thing, but even that had backfired in her face. She should've never gone messing with things better left in the past. Sure, she'd momentarily given him Shanna, but even he knew, it wasn't the same as it had been before the Dhorn came. He'd closed his heart off from those feelings, but Shiloh had wheedled her way in. She carved out her own niche, much to his dismay, but she couldn't leave well enough alone. It had been all or nothing. Best it was done and over with. He knew they should never re-open that can of worms again.

He rubbed his weary face, pinching the bridge of his nose, then slid out of the bed. He stretched languorously, working a few stiff muscles. He tried not to think about the stiffness between his legs as he staggered into another room to promptly relieve his raging piss hard-on. Don't think of fucking her, he reprimanded himself as he shook his cock after urinating. He tucked it back in his trousers before returning to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring back at the two girls. Shiloh had moved away from the spot he'd vacated and had curled around Pia, her arm around the bard's middle, resting ever so slightly below Pia's breasts. That was an interesting picture. His lips twitched as he slid in behind them, pressing himself against Shiloh.

His hand caressed her nicely rounded ass, remembering the times he'd spanked her, how hard it had made him and how dripping wet she became. He sniffed the air, taking in Shiloh's musky scent. He wondered how much he could get away with. His fingers dripped between the crack of her ass, trailing down her slit to the erect clit poking out from its hood. He flicked his fingers over it, hearing the soft moan that came from her lips. Her channel grew even wetter as he diddled her clit. Shiloh squirmed, her hips grinding against Pia's bottom. Her hands clutched Pia tighter, seeking the bard's taut nipples. Taking a chance, Vico slid two fingers into Shiloh's slit, filling her, twisting them, criss-crossing as she mewled loudly. He flicked his thumb across her clit, hitting that sweet spot he knew she had. Shiloh keened as she exploded, her eyes flying open.

Shiloh clawed at Pia, desperately trying to free herself from Vico, but let out a cry as something blunt and hot pressed against her crinkled back orifice. She felt the pressure as her sphincter parted painfully, cried out as he breached her barrier ring, and turned into a wildcat as he shoved his way to the hilt. Shiloh screamed as he pinched her clit, thrashing as his fingers thrust into her wet channel in time with his dick in her ass.

Pia pulled away from Shiloh, staring blankly at the scene before her. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought Vico would be bold enough to take Shiloh while she was present... while she watched. Then again this was Vico.... She sighed, grabbing her stuff and leaving the room behind. Let them fight it out, if they cared to. Pia had had all she could take of their nonsense.

Vico succeeded in putting Shiloh beneath him. It's where she belonged. A grin split his face as he brought his free hand down hard on her ass, delivering a brutal slap that echoed off the walls of the small room. Shiloh squealed from the pain and shock of it, trying her hardest to break free from him. But he had her where he wanted her and they both knew it. It didn't stop her from trying to break free of him, though. She flailed her legs about, trying to kick him. She dug her fingernails into the arm he had wrapped around her, the very one whose fingers were plunging in and out of her cunt, working in time with the cock in her ass. She cried out, screaming at him to stop. Then screaming at him to not stop as he located that sweet spot inside her, hooking his fingers against her front walls, toying with the one thing that turned her into one massive orgasm. She ceased all her struggles as her walls clenched his fingers, she bore down against his cock, squeezing him in her tight dark tunnel. He brought her to climax just before he reached his own, spending himself in her dark depths. He grunted, pulling away from her. He rolled to the side of the bed he'd previously vacated, gasping for breath. Damn, that felt good. Like old times, he mused.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 48



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Tell me why, tell me why/I've been ripped apart and left here to die
Crimes of love, Crimes of hate/It's not too late if you
Take a look around you/There's got to be an answer
I ain't playin' your fool/So give me what I'm after

Thru These Eyes—Spread Eagle

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The Hunting Lodge

Vico caught up to Shiloh, throwing his arm around her. He bestowed upon an insolent grin upon her as she hissed, fending him off. She grumbled below her breath, near incoherent words spoken in the abyssal tongue, but Vico understood her loud and clear. He chuckled loudly, enjoying her malcontent.

"Did you get your knickers in a twist, birdie?" He guffawed, hauling her back against his side. He held her as she struggled, his grip firm, bolstered by something wholly unnatural. "Bet you been lickin' cunt for so long that you forgot what it was like to have a dick in your ass."

She flashed him a death glare as malignant rage spewed from her lips, "You think too much of yourself, peasant. There's nothing about your dick that I couldn't find elsewhere. I'd lick a million cunts before I'd willing fuck you again. You may have proved yourself stronger for now, but that doesn't mean you'll ever have a chance to do it again. I will see you dead first."

He snorted, laughing as if he'd heard the funniest joke ever told. "You can lie to yourself, princess birdie, but you can't lie to me. I know the true score. Shall I describe how quickly your cunt gushed at mere contact?" He made an obscene show of licking his fingers. "Never knew your cunt could taste so fine, my sweet. You wanted it. You needed my dick. Made ya feel alive again, huh?"

She rolled her eyes at him, shoving him away, "You wish now get the fuck off me." 

He laughed as he pulled away from her, his long strides putting him out in front of her by a few paces. She continued to grumble as Pia caught up to her. The bard shot a sympathetic glance at Shiloh, "I see Vico's being a dick again."

"Vico never stops being a dick," Shiloh groused, still spewing venom. "He doesn't know it yet, Pia, but that prick just signed his death warrant. When I become Queen, and have the power I desire, he will be the first to be executed. Mark my words. He will die screaming, cursing the bitch that brought him into this world. Once I've rid myself of him, Arto Benthur is next. We'll see how he enjoys his own tank of acid."

Pia took a few steps away from Shiloh, her brow raising as she noticed Shiloh's eyes glowing bright bloody crimson. "Shiloh, you know Master Nathan will never allow you to execute Vico. Besides, he's not worth your anger. He's only doing it to get a rise from you. He's enjoying this. Don't give him the satisfaction."

Shiloh glared at Pia, cursing her logic. "Hurt me once, shame on you. Hurt me twice, prepare to die."

Pia shook her head, knowing she wasn't getting through to Shiloh. "Let's just focus on freeing Master Nathan then we'll deal with the rest later."

A few hours passed before they emerged from the thick trees covering this portion of the King's Forest. In the clearing to the north at the edge of King's Lake sat the gatehouse of the hunting lodge they'd been searching for. 

Vico called for a halt, examining the structure before them, "Hmmm, looks like those red bastards have settled into this castle or whatever is down there."

Shiloh joined him, eyeing the fortress before her. "That's it. Like I told you before, what we see there is the gatehouse. The main complex is on an island. A narrow bridge and I suspect heavily guarded drawbridge to the hunting lodge itself is located on the far side. I don't remember much of the lodge itself, just what I've previously told you."

Vico kicked a rock, watching as it skittered down the cobblestone road. "I'd bet my last coin that Nathan and the others can be found in there. Since a frontal assault would most likely be suicide, I say we find the rear entrance. After all, that is my favorite." He then delivered a hard slap to Shiloh's backside. She bit her lips to keep from crying out, silently cursing to Bastian.

She felt a warm gust of reproach on her skin, compliments of her most revered Lord. A deep chuckle filled her head, "You wouldn't have such problems, my delicious pet, if you'd killed him when I commanded it."

She gritted her teeth as Bastian gloated. Her hands clenched into fists, digging her nails into her palms.


"And if there is no rear entrance?" Pia piped up, rolling her eyes at Vico's innuendo.

"We'll improvise, Pia darling," the blackguard smirked. "Let's search the shore and let's try to be quiet about it so those gatehouse guards don't see us."

Shiloh flipped her longest finger at him, "Says the jackass wearing plate mail and sounds like a tin can." She scoffed and sneered then faded into the shadows provided by the dense trees and foliage. She remained inside the tree line, following the contour of the shoreline from a distance, scanning the immediate area for any possible inlet. 

I should've been a ranger, she sighed as she picked her way along. Pia and Vico were spread out behind her, diligently searching for any sign they'd been detected. Coming to a narrow opening in the clustered trees, Shiloh squeezed through and stopped near the shoreline. She smirked as Vico grumbled caustically at her choice of paths, but she didn't mind. Let him be pissy. She couldn't care less. 

On the sloping bank rested a wooden rowboat that had clearly seen better days. She knelt beside it, examining its rotted bottom and decaying sides. She shook her head in disgust, hearing Bastian's snarky chuckle. She screwed up her face in determination and sent a mental curse his way. His laugh boomed within her head, causing her to cringe. Her cringe turned into a shudder as he sent a tremor of power zinging through her. She gripped the sides of the boat, feeling it crumble beneath her grasp. A small cry escaped her lips. 

Pia and Vico noticed her distress, but it was Vico that acted immediately. He knelt beside her, carefully taking her in his arms as the shockwave intensified. His gaze burned into hers as he tasted the dark power assaulting her. "Ride it out, my sweet," he whispered to her in a language only they understood. "I can feel it and I'm here for you if you need me to sever the bond."

"No," she struggled as the hum in her veins subsided. "Get the fuck off me!" She surged to her feet, shoving Vico away as violently as she could. Pia lurched out of the way, screaming as the blackguard lost his balance, landing on his ass. 

Cold fury flashed in his eyes as he stood up, snarling. He pulled Kinslayer from its sheath at his side, gripping hold of her once more. "Let her go, you demonic parasite." Closing his eyes, he slammed his blade straight through her groin. "She's mine!"

Her body jerked, blood hurtling from her gaping mouth as a terrifying roar of rage and pain split the silence, piercing the heavens. Vico withdrew Kinslayer, coldly watching as the light faded in her eyes. He laid her down; soaking his fingers in her blood then swiftly drew symbols on her exposed flesh, blocking the dark god's ability to steal away her soul. He chanted guttural words in the abyssal tongue over and over again. 

Pia watched in horror, sobbing violently. She wasn't sure what had just happened, but knew that Shiloh had slipped into the beyond. From his pack, he pulled a draught vial, forcing the contents down Shiloh's throat. He knew it wouldn't bring her back, but it would close the gaping hole in her groin his sword had made.

He then turned to Pia, "Search her belongings and find the rod she has that brings people back. Quickly Pia, time is of the essence. I can feel her around us. Her soul has not yet departed. Good news is I'm positive I've stopped that bastard dark god from claiming her."

Pia opened the breastplate of Shiloh's armor, removing the scrap of black cloth Shiloh kept there. She spread it out on the ground and climbed into the extra-dimensional space. It took her a few minutes to dig through the hoard of treasure to find the correct wand. Vico glared at her impatiently as the bard handed it to him, "Do you know the command phrase?"

The bard brushed her lingering tears away, shocked beyond measure at what she'd just witnessed. Her mind failed to process his request. She stammered, her eyes locked on the body of her fallen friend.

"Pia, the command phrase," Vico demanded vehemently. 

"I... I don't know. Let me think a minute," her mouth opened and closed frantically as she floundered in remembering the words Shiloh had spoken over Baron Ravenstower's corpse. 

"Stop your blithering! We don't have a minute, Pia." A wild eyed expression graced Vico's face. Pia noticed it immediately, shocked at the incongruity. When had the blackguard cared for anything more than himself? She pondered that thought for a second or two before chastising herself. Shiloh needed her now and she was the only one who could help. She skewered up her face in deep thought, her mind ticking over the events in the Ravenstower crypt.

After a few tense seconds, she blurted, "Resurgo!"

"I guess your mouth is good for something besides catching flies, Pia darling," he quipped as he held the wand over Shiloh's form then repeated the command phrase. A shimmering effect settled over Shiloh, surrounding her body in white light as it coaxed her soul back into her earthly vessel. 

Vico hovered over Shiloh, meticulously carving a symbol upon the flesh of her left breast over her heart. With her blood, he drew the same symbol on her forehead. These would prevent her dark lord from claiming her again. He cursed himself for his own failings of not doing this the first time. She'd counted on him and he had failed her. This time he would not. 

As her body formed whole again, the symbols faded, merging with her flesh as a part of her skin. She'd never even know they were there. To make sure, he pricked a finger, sealing them with a bit of his own blood and dark magic. Then he sat back on his heels, watching and waiting for her to come to. 

It seemed that time slowed to a crawl as they waited. Pia's teeth worried over her bottom lip as she absently picked the dirt from underneath her fingernails. Then a sigh of relief and a cry of joy came from Pia as Shiloh started to stir. 

Shiloh's eyes fluttered open. She groaned, curling into a little ball as the pain passed. Then she shivered as cold rain drenched her skin. Pia and Vico watched as the armor protecting Shiloh's body disappeared almost instantaneously along with the whip at her side and the red tinged blade in the sheath opposite to where the whip hung. Vico's lips curled in appreciation of her naked form. 

She turned to him, filling her lungs with air. Another shiver assailed her. "Fuck, did YOU hit me?" She glanced around. "What happened? And why am I naked? I'm freezing!"

Vico's jaw clenched, "That abomination you call a god could've killed you with his shenanigans. I put a stop to it once and for all, Shiloh. You should be thanking me."

"What? How? And where's my armor?"


Pia knelt beside her, "It disappeared, just as your weapons did. Here's a cloak to cover yourself. You should have something in the portable hole that you can put on."

Shiloh's eyes flashed with understanding. She knew what Vico had done. She couldn't feel Bastian's presence. She tried to move, groaning as her limbs protested. "I feel like a wet kitten. I'm so weak." She pulled the cloak around her, turning her gaze back to the dark knight. "What did you do? Answer me."

"I severed the connection, Shiloh, so he won't be coming back. I should've done it a long time ago." 

She lifted her arm to slap him, but cursed her weakness as pain shot through her. "You had no right, damn you. That's my decision."

"You selfish bitch," he snarled. "Is that all you think about? It's all you, you, you, isn't it? Fuck you, birdie. I'm done pulling your ass out of the flames." 

Vico stalked away, putting some distance between them. She'd never fuckin' understand and he knew it. She had no clue of the evil she was dealing with as she repeatedly played with fire. It was all fun and games until the honeymoon ended. His fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly. Fuck her, he sneered. She'd never learn if she remained on this path of self-destruction. 

O.O

Pia helped her in her black Assassin's Waistcoat armor, then Shiloh dug through her stash to locate the short sword called Darkstar. She paired it with Bloodlust. Shaking her head, she sighed, "How could Vico? Bastian was good to me. He gave me so much and his power... Oh Pia, I've never felt anything like that before. He laid me upon his altar and fucked me like no man ever has. I disobeyed, though, because I couldn't kill that damn asshole and Bastian wasn't happy, but I made amends. Now he's gone."

Pia shook his head, "Dealing with demons, even demon gods, never turns out well. Look what it's done to Vico. You don't want to end up like that, do you? No, Shiloh, deep down you are a good person and you know it whether you want to admit it."

Shiloh scoffed, rubbing the heel of her palms into her eye sockets. "The bastard rammed a sword through me, Pia. You had to expend a charge on my rod to bring me back. Do I have a scar?"

"No, I don't think so. He poured a major heal draught down your throat to take care of that. The skin should have knitted flawlessly." Pia replied, "It horrified me, watching him so callously take your life. I just don't understand why he stuck his sword where he did."

"I think it has to do with chakras. I can't say I understand it, but one of the tenets of Bastian's faith is lust and sex, so why not use that against him in order to sever the bond. One of the seven chakras governs the sex organs," Shiloh explained. "I'm still pissed, but I suppose it doesn't matter. Let's just find that bastard and finish this. Nathan and the others aren't going to rescue themselves."

"I'll stay here so you can talk to him alone. Whatever he did, it seems to me that he feels like he was saving you, Shiloh. Maybe you two need to have a heart to heart." 

"Vico doesn't have a heart, not where I'm concerned." Shiloh scoffed as she rolled her eyes. She gathered her portable hole back up and stowed it away. 

"Maybe not, but you didn't see the look in his eyes while he worked to keep you from being reclaimed. Maybe you should stop being so hard on him." Pia shrugged her shoulders before taking a seat beneath a tree. She removed a small lute from her pack and began to play. The melody was somewhat haunting. 

Shiloh flashed an uncertain look at Pia, wondering if the bard had hit her head. Shiloh wouldn't have thought to hear that from her, considering all she knew of Pia's past relationship with Vico. Shiloh sighed and left the small clearing. It didn't take her long to find Vico. He was brooding. The darkness in his eyes made her hesitant to approach, but she knew she had to. She slowly approached him, kneeling in front of where he sat, his back to a tree. "I suppose I should thank you. I also think I should apologize for being so uncharitable," she started. "I've been an insufferable bitch and I know it."

He scoffed at her. His lips curled. "Insufferable doesn't even begin to cover it, Shiloh. You messed in things of which you had clue about. Did you really think a wide eyed wet behind the ears naïve little girl like you could truly comprehend just what you were getting into when you first made a deal with your patron?" 

Her brows furrowed, but she said nothing. 

"Demon gods don't offer instruction manuals, stupid. He's been using you, siphoning a hell of a lot more than your sexual energy and you didn't even know it. Clueless little girl, when will you ever learn?"

"And you have all the answers, right? Because demonology is second nature to you. Is that it?"

He shook his head, "I simply knew what I was getting into."

She rubbed her face. "Look, I didn't come here to fight. Pia thinks we need a heart to heart to clear the air so everything will be peaches and cream, but it's too late for that."

"Shiloh, Pia sees fluffy kittens in the place of rabid wolves," he retorted. 

"I'm aware of that. She was horrified by some of the things I've done, but I'm not here to talk about lovely Pia. This is about us and how we're going to co-exist with each other long enough to rescue Nathan. I'm tired of the fighting and constant snarking. I can never make up for the past, for things I've done, but I can move forward and hope the weight of my guilt doesn't drag me down."

Their eyes met. Vico shook his head before looking away. A moment or two passed before he pushed himself to his feet. "Let's just see to Nathan." He walked away with nary of glance back at her. Shiloh followed, shaking her head. Damn that man was exasperating, but he had a point. Nathan was all that mattered at the moment.

They rejoined Pia, both looking grim, but their game faces were back in place. "So what now? The boat's no good." Pia spoke up.

Vico rolled his eyes, "Just what we need, a boat with no bottom."

"Well, it certainly has seen better days, that's for sure." Shiloh peered out across the lake. "The island isn't too far away from here. A skilled swimmer shouldn't have too much trouble reaching it."

"Hmmm," Vico rubbed his jaw. "And how do you propose to get the rest of us over?"

"I'll improvise," she replied. "Maybe I'll find something over there."


He nodded, looking at her and Pia intently, "Then that begs the question of who here can swim because I sure as hell can't."

Pia shook her head, "I never learned."

"So it's fucking not going to work," he sighed.

"Well, I do know how to swim. I learned when I was a little girl. I even had my own pool in the castle."

Vico looked her up and down, though his expression was neutral, "You, Shiloh? I thought all nobles avoided water."

She frowned at him, "No more than ugly gutter thugs. Besides does it really surprise you? I'm pretty sure I can swim across to the lodge. It's not that far." She dug into portable hole, retrieving a spyglass. She held it up, gazing across the lake. "I don't see anything like a postern gate, but there is an open window."

"That's all well and good, but what then? Are you going walk up the wall? You have to think about these things, consider your actions and not blindly stumble through it, hoping you get lucky."

"Then I'll swim around the island looking for the postern gate, and if not I'll improvise like I said. I do have some rope. I've climbed into towers before."

"Just don't end up as fish food," he grumbled.

"I'll be fine, Vico. Stop worrying about me."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm always worried when you try to use your head, Shiloh. Alas, I've no better idea at the moment."

"I can do this. Let me." Her gaze turned serious. She stowed the spyglass back in the portable hole, removing a tent which she tossed at his feet. "That should keep you and Pia out of the rain." 

He pursed his lips, a muscle ticking in his cheeks then nodded, "Fine, but all you'll do is explore. Are we understood? Try to find a way to get me and Pia over there."

She nodded, biting her tongue at the moment a nasty retort nearly slipped from her lips. Not now. Don't antagonize the beast. "Yes, daddy Vico," she grinned and quickly slipped back out of her armor, stripping down to her bare skin again. She made her way to the shoreline, dipping her foot into the water. With a shiver, she pulled it back out. Damn, why's it have to be so cold, she pondered inwardly.




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 48



"Be careful, Shiloh," Pia spoke up. 

Shiloh smiled at her, "And you as well. Don't let the Dhorn see you, though, if they haven't come to investigate all the noise over here yet then I doubt they will." She then slipped into the water, noting how deep the water became right way. Mud seeped between her toes, making them feel squishy. The cold hit her, but she quickly submerged her body, taking in the dark and murky depths. It was impossible to see the bottom, causing her to wonder how many fish she'd disturbed with her presence. 

"Are you okay, Shiloh?" Pia asked, concerned.

"Yep," she splashed water towards Vico and Pia, laughing.

"Hey," Vico backed off. 

"Watch out for all the fishes, though." Pia giggled as she moved out of the way of the water hitting the shore.

Vico shook his head, "Don't distract our little mermaid with dirty jokes, Pia darling."

Pia rolled her eyes.

"As I said, be careful, Shiloh." Vico ordered. "You'll come back as soon as you've found a way in."

"Yes, daddy," she stuck her tongue out at him. Reaching up on the shore she grabbed the portable hole, gripping it between her teeth. She started swimming, her strokes were fluid and graceful moving slowly as to not cause too many ripples in the water. 

As she approached the island, she spotted a few guards with bows stationed on the parapets. Hoping they wouldn't spot her, she continued on until she found a spot which safe enough to climb ashore. Carefully, she climbed out of the water. Hugging the wall, she slipped her armor back onto her wet body, shivering in the chill of the persistent rain. Still staying close to the wall, she made a circuit around the perimeter of the lodge. To her chagrin, there was no postern gate and no boats, either.

She returned the spot where the open window was. She flipped open the portable hole, digging about for her rope. She cursed as she couldn't find it. Damn, she gritted her teeth and examined the wall before her.

Thick green weeds grew from the cracks in the stony wall of the hunting lodge. Hmmm, she figured she might be able to climb up, to the window above her. It's admittedly a stretch, but she had to try. With a deep breath, she started making her way up the wall, gripping the weeds while finding holes between the stones where she could put her hands and feet. Many of the old stones were loose, tending to wiggle. She sighed as her thoughts turned to how the wall and this hunting lodge in general had seen better days. Her sigh caught in her throat as she thought of the people who used to live here that must've died when the Dhorn took over. She wondered if General Therbald and his family suffered when they died or if it was a clean kill. Don't think about it, she chastised himself. Just keep climbing.

When she was within arm's reach of the window, she made the mistake of looking down. She shuddered. Her mind screamed at her. Merciful gods, don't fall now. Then she grabbed the windowsill. So far so good. She gripped the sill and found another foothold. She knew she could push herself up now.

As she applied her weight on the stone, it slipped from its bed. Shit, she cursed, losing her grip. Tumbling backward, she grabbed at anything she could, but to her dismay, there was nothing but air. Shiloh hit the ground hard, smacking her head off a rock. The impact knocked her breath from her lungs. She groaned as her vision blurred. She drifted off into oblivion.

O.O

Stupid, stupid, stupid, she cursed herself as she awoke in a cell. She staggered to her feet, stretching and rolling her shoulders. Her neck popped. She groaned, cursing even more. That's when a low chuckle caught her ears. Oh fuck, she closed her eyes. She'd been caught by the Dhorn. Please don't let it be Arto Benthur. And if it is, please let me die quickly.

Slowly she turned toward the source, pivoting on the balls of her feet, her eyes opening slowly. She blinked rapidly as the party in question came into view. An audible sigh ripped from her throat. She dashed forth, taking in the sight of the black haired ruby skinned avatar, "Ni'as," She exclaimed as she threw her arms around him.

"Quite the predicament you've gotten yourself into this time, my pet." He chuckled again. "I am glad you are well."

"It is wonderful to see you, Ni'as. I've often wished you would come to me, but I was told you were preoccupied with Myra."

A flash of pain flashed over the avatar's face at the mention of her name. He shook his head. "There is much you are not aware of, little precious. We don't have much time." 

Her brow furrowed as his appearance shifted before her very eyes. His ruby skinned faded, turning a deep bronzed tan. His ruby red eyes also shifted to glittering amber. "Tell me, Ni'as. I have been cut off from Lord Bastian. The blackguard severed the bond."

"I know, pet, but believe me when I say it's for the best. There has been a reckoning within the god ranks. Bastian challenged the Lord of War, defeated him by use of heinous trickery and stole his portfolio. All those souls you gifted him with lately bolstered him enough that he got it in his fool head to carry out his plan. After the Lord of War fell, he went after a couple other lesser gods, and stole their power. Finally he issued a challenge to Hyath and lost. Lord Bastian has been obliterated. He lost because the biggest source of his power, that being you and all your luscious energy, was no longer available. When the blackguard severed the bond, Hyath severed Lord Bastian's head. Until that moment, Bastian had been holding his own. He actually had the upper hand. That's not the only thing, though. Lady Myra was murdered along with her acolytes, Giselle and Nyema."

"Nooooooooooooooooo!" Shiloh cried out as the grief hit her, "And my sister?"

"Shanna left Bastian's service prior to all this happening. She discovered she was with child. She and her lover decided to settle down elsewhere." Ni'as replied. "I used the last bits of Bastian's power to return to the mortal plane." 

"Who murdered Myra?" Shiloh's mind reeled. Myra dead. Giselle and Nyema dead. Her heart broke, splintered into pieces. It seemed so unreal to her. No, this is all a bad dream. Maybe I'll wake up soon.

"Some say it was Hyath's minions, but I don't think so. The temple had just opened and the flock was increasing. I believe it had to do with followers of the Sun God taking retribution for their fallen paladin. I was present when a High Cleric of the Sun God visited her. He was unhappy about what had happened and accused her of the worst crimes. The man attacked her, causing her to lose the babe. I was able to intervene and now that High Cleric is no more. I think her death was due to that. She had a beautiful soul. I miss her. I never thought I'd say that of a mortal woman, but there it is."

Tears scolded Shiloh's eyeballs, leaking down her cheeks in shiny rivulets. "Myra was so special. Her light touched so many people, including me. I'll miss her so much."

Ni'as wrapped his arms around Shiloh, pulling her close. She sobbed into the crook of his neck. He stroked her hair, cradling her and comforting her. "But you, my pet, you can still make a difference. There can be no further carrying on of Bastian's work, but you have it in you to be more than you are."

She pulled back from him, giving him a quizzical look. "What do you mean?"

"You know. It's been on your mind constantly recently. Do you want to know how I know?"

Her brow furrowed, her lips twitching, "How?"

"I made sure to plant that suggestion in your head, my pet. Before her death, Myra cast an augury. You will be Queen. You will have everything you desire in that regard. You will find your King where you least expect to." Ni'as let her go, waving his hands about him as if he were casting a spell. Wispy shadows solidified becoming black as sin armor that covered his bronzed flesh. "Shall we?"

"Shall we what? And are you mortal now?" 

He grinned, "Shall we leave this place, my pretty little one?"

"Yes, but you didn't answer my question," she huffed placing her hands on her hips.

"Once I was mortal, thousands of years ago, then Bastian found me and offered me power like you couldn't even begin to comprehend. Now I am something else entirely. No longer an avatar, no longer mortal. I can only be seen by those I allow to see me, though I can't say for how much longer," Ni'as replied, giving her the best answer he could. "I have a small kernel of power left, my precious, but I will not use it unless I have no other option. For now, I shall accompany you as your personal bodyguard and help you achieve your goals."

"Then let me see if I can pick the lock on this cell door." She pulled her lock-picks out a pouch on her belt, noticing finally that her weapons for missing from her sheaths. Great, she sighed, Damn Dhorn pricks! "Oh, did Myra's augury reveal who my King is?"

He shook his head, "No, that was not revealed. I think you will know when the time is right."

"Hrmph... Fine then," she grumbled under her breath as she worked on the lock. It wasn't difficult by any means. She had it open as mere seconds ticked by. Slowly she cracked the door, thanking her lucky stars it did not creak. She stepped out into the hallway, slipping into the shadows as she did so. She closed the door just as quietly then crept door the hall, checking both of the other cells from signs of Master Nathan and the others. Part of her wasn't sure if she should be relieved or worried when she found no sign of them ever being here. 

She came to another door which she picked just as easily. It opened to a large room full of torture equipment. She shivered as she scrutinized some of the blood stained implements. Don't think about it, she chastised herself again as images of General Therbald entered her mind. Why couldn't her Lord Father just have left well enough alone? 

Ni'as followed her as she crossed the room, stopping before another door. She knelt, picking its lock before making her way up a dimly lit corridor to the guard's quarters. A few guards were lounging around a table playing cards while a few others sparred. She hugged the walls, sneaking past them to another door. This one was trickier. She had to open it without them noticing. It seemed most of them were preoccupied. Perhaps the noise from the two sparring guards would mask the sound. 

Quietly as possible she reached for the latch, depressing it then pushing the door open. Ni'as slipped through first at her coaxing. Then she followed, pushing it closed as silently as it had opened. Damn these Dhorn and their closed doors, she cursed under her breath. She saw a smirk on Ni'as face. Clearly he was enjoying this. She flashed him the evil eye. Damn sneaky invisible avatar!!! 

He patted her bottom fondly before heading up the corridor. Shiloh followed him until they came to a stairwell. She motioned then took the stairs two by two, her long legs eating up the distance. She emerged in a brighter hallway and immediately sought what little shadows she could. This wasn't a favorable circumstance, but if she was quiet and hugged the walls she was sure she'd be fine. 

The short corridor curved then ended in a door. A secondary door stood to her left. She considered them both for a minute. "You want the one directly ahead, my pet." Ni'as whispered.

She nodded, grasping the curved handle on it. It wouldn't budge as she pulled on it. Locked, of course the bloody thing is locked, she scoffed then whipped out her lock-picks again. Just as she heard the tumblers click and knew it was open, she felt a sharp, pointy object pressing into her back.

"Not now, Ni'as," she hissed. 

"Hands up and hold it right there," a voice that didn't belong to Ni'as barked.

Busted.

"Fuck. Me." Shiloh rested her head against the door with an exasperated sigh. She reluctantly put her hands up, her head turning slightly so she could steal a glance at the speaker behind her. Oh fuck, she cursed her folly, that's definitely not Ni'as. Instead it was a Dhorn soldier, menacingly pointing a pair of swords at her back. Further investigation put Ni'as leaning nonchalantly against the left door. She flashed a look of distress at him, her eyes imploring him for help. Ni'as shook his head, raising a finger to his lips to keep her quiet about his presence.

Shiloh grumbled something incoherent, cursing him all the way back to the hells.

The Dhorn motioned to the door with one of his swords, "Open the door to your left, coozie, and walk into the room. Do not make any hasty movements either. I will not hesitate to run you through."

Great. Fuck. Me. She shook her head, obeying immediately. Ni'as stepped aside, catching her glare of death she flashed at him, allowing her to open the door the Dhorn had instructed. She walked into what looked to be a cozy sitting room, complete with a blazing fire in a large hearth. Comfy padded benches and overstuffed divans were grouped for entertainment purposes while a table with a wide array of finger foods rested against a wall. 

The man who had apprehended her brought her to stand before a group of Dhorn nobles, judging by their attire.

She blanched immediately. Oh fuck me to the hells, she groaned, dropping her face into her hands. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. Shiloh floundered, grasping for straws as she tried to understand. Her jaw worked frantically while she stammered nonsense words. Disbelief. Shock. Pain. Even self doubt rode her. How could this be? How could she be coming face to face with a dead man, with a dead man whose soul she'd offered to Bastian? There was no getting that back. Not from a dark lord who used those souls as power, who devoured them to serve his dark purposes. She shook her head. Damn and double damn, this can't be.

Looking up again, she caught hold of herself and met the gaze of the man before her. It was Simon Lyonson, the noble Jacia had her kill. She watched as he cocked his head, eyeing her just as curiously. He chuckled, a warm robust friendly sound if she'd ever heard one. "Doubting your eyes, my dear."

A man to her left that she hadn't noticed until the moment he slid an arm around her waist, cuddling her, spoke up, a husky whisper in her ear. "Surprised to see us, little coo." 

Shiloh groaned as she pulled away hastily. She knew him all too well. It was Jero Fetton, the man she'd seduced in order to get close to Simon. "Not really," she snapped, feeling less than charitable. Then she glanced in Ni'as' direction. "They always come back to haunt you, don't they? Like bad coppers."


Jero smirked, chuckling at her retort. "Well, little coo, what can I say? You didn't exactly say goodbye to me. At least not in a way I would have liked."

She turned her frown upside down, plastering a plastic smile on her face. She had to use this to her advantage or she'd never come out of this unscathed. Moreover, she was sure Simon would have the information she needed. "Well, my handsome soldier, that's what I'm here for now."

Jero grinned at her cheekiness. He knew she had to be the consummate actress, "Yeah, riiiiight. No worries, coo. I'm not holding a grudge... not against a pretty little thing like you."

"That's quite charitable of you. I should consider myself blessed."

"Allow me to make some introductions, coo. Simon and I you already know." He motioned to the bearded man. "Our other associate is the man that caught you, Alen Kley."

Alen took that moment to speak up, "The girl didn't have much trouble getting out of her cell, just like the bloke said." He motioned to a young man with straw blond hair standing between a pair of guards.

Shiloh's brow furrowed as she recognized him. It was Benny Fryar, one of the two workers from Drago's Warehouse near the docks of Southern Betancuria were Drago conducted his import and export business. She pondered how he had come to be here then let it go. "Oh, getting out of that cell was actually quite easy. None of your red bastards know a damn thing about decent locks."

Simon's eyes lingered on her longer than was probably befitting. He grinned before he spoke, "For a noblewoman, and a princess at that, you have many quite remarkable talents, M'lady." 

Jero chuckled, grinning widely. "You can say that again." He fondled her bottom.

Shiloh slapped his hands away with a glare. She gathered every ounce of haughtiness she could muster into her voice, "Stop grinning like a damn fool and know your place. That said, touch me again and you will regret it." 

Alen snickered softly.

Simon flashed them both a look before speaking again. "I hope you will forgive me for not welcoming you as it befits a lady of your station, but I wanted to make sure your friend here spoke the truth." He gestured to Benny.

Benny cracked a shy smile at her. "Hello, Shiloh."

She frowned at him, eyeing him speculatively. Please don't let him be a spy. "Benny," her lips quirked. "How is it that you're here?"

"They caught me at the warehouse. Good news is that they didn't get Drago... well as far as I know." 

"Drago's too wily to be caught," Shiloh grinned. "Who else is here?"

Benny shrugged at her, "The only person I've seen is you, Shiloh."

Shiloh turned back to Simon, giving him the once over up and down as he'd done, "I'm sure I can be persuaded to forget the poor welcome, handsome."

Simon smirked at her. She had guts. He had to give her that. It was refreshing to see a woman that wouldn't back down just because a man was talking. He admired her for that. Every move she'd made since he met her had impressed him. And it didn't hurt that she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid eyes upon. "Alen spotted you as you fell while you were climbing the wall. At first we thought you were just another thief, but that proved too good to be true. Your young friend recognized you and told me everything about you, Princess Shiloh. It was only then I realized we had met before," he replied. "I suppose you're here in order to find out what happened to that old tavern owner and his comrades."

"And if I were?"

"I'm afraid those people aren't here anymore, Your Grace. Lord Commander Mortensen ordered them moved to a more secure location. They are beyond your reach. He's a very careful man. He knows what you are capable of. You can count yourself fortunate, though. If he knew who you are, you'd most likely have joined those criminals already."

Shiloh's eyes flashed at him. She strode forward a few paces, extending her hand, then slapped him across the face with all the force she could muster. "You bloody red bastards are ones to talk about being criminals. You invade my home, murder at will, torture innocent people who are simply trying to get by and think it's justified."

Simon regarded her with an amused expression. Yes, this one had guts for sure. She was perfect for his needs.

Alen pulled a longsword from its sheath, prodding her again in hopes of making her back off. "Two of her companions are have pitched a tent about a mile or so to the north and east."

"You have me. Stay away from them. To tangle with the dark knight would only bring your death." Shiloh replied, watching as Benny's eyes widened at her innuendo. 

Simon held up a hand, "I don't really see where you are in a position to make demands, Princess."

"Ah darling, but I very well could be persuaded to be in a position to make demands, or take them, however you want it, handsome."

Alen shook his head, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say there's no way she's the Princess. She acts and moves like she's lived on the streets her whole life."





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Jero snickered, "Coming from Alen, little coo, that's quite a compliment. There's nobody who's better than tracking and stealth than Alen."

Shiloh rolled her eyes, "Oh, I've seen people who are much better than your Alen." Then she turned away from them, strolling the short distance to the table of food. She picked up a few wedges of cheese, a few grapes and a few slices of summer sausage, taking her time to eat all of it. "So you have me. What do you plan to do with me? It doesn't seem like you're intent on doing me harm."

Simon smiled at her audacity. It was rare he came across such a feisty woman. It was almost refreshing. He found himself admiring more than her beauty. She had spirit and spunk. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind. Her beautiful eyes sparkled like deep blue sapphires. No, they gleamed like justice. "No, we mean you no harm. That brings me to something else. You are probably asking yourself why I'm telling you this. That said, the reason is actually quite simple. I'd like to temporarily employ you."

Shiloh burst out laughing as if it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard, "Damn, Simon. Do you really need it that bad? I mean, I'm sure an attractive man such as you could do so much better than that self absorbed bitch I met at your mansion."

Alen flashed a death glare at her. "That bitch you speak of was my sister. Besides, this is not about your cunt."

"Alen is correct, this isn't." Simon stated. "Due to some unforeseen happenings, one of my associates is dead. I believe you very well may be the right one to replace him. As a sign of good faith, I am willing to give you the whereabouts of those people from Betancuria you seek, and let you go after the job is complete."

Shiloh rubbed her face. What had she gotten herself into this time? Her eyes met his. "No offense, Simon or should I say Lord Lyonson, but forgive me for being skeptical, but I don't really believe you'll just let me go, not given our history."


"My interests lie elsewhere, not Betancuria," he waved her off nonchalantly. "I don't care what you'll do once we've done this job as I'll be back in Dhorn."

That solved it then. He'd certainly put her in her place. "And if I say no?"

"I'd ask you to consider the alternative. I could have you executed already for your crimes against me and mine. Or I could have turned you over to Mortensen."


She glowered at him. "Fine, M'lord. Tell me more then."

"There's a certain building in Betancuria I'd like to get into. Unseen. Once inside, we'll also have to deal with locked doors and trapped floors."

"Which building are we talking about?"

"A building you should be intimately familiar with, Princess. I'll give you more details once we're there. Your comrades on the shore will be safe until we return. We have horses to take us back to Betancuria within a few hours, at most."

"Fine, I'll do it, like I really have a choice." She narrowed her eyes at him. "But first you swear to me that you won't hand me over to anybody, that you won't kill me, and that you'll let me go afterwards."

Simon raised his right hand then placed his left hand over his heart. "As one noble to another, M'lady, I swear it."

"I will hold you to that, M'lord."

"Very good," Simon smiled at her. 

Jero stepped closer to her with a grin, trailing his fingers down her arm. "You can trust us, sweetie. Despite the past, I am very glad that you are with us."

She smacked his hand away. "Jero, let's get one thing straight. I'm not your little coo so keep your hands to yourself. I was given a job to do in which you were merely a means to an end. I only slept with you in order to get close to Simon."

Jero clutched his chest dramatically, "Bleed not, my broken heart."

"Back off, Jero." Simon cautioned. "We'll be off in two hours."

"I've still got her weapons," Alen spoke up.

"It would probably be a good idea if she's armed, but not before we get back to my house." Simon nodded. 

"Haven't you ever learned that a woman's weapons are always with her, Simon dear, and those one are the kinds that can't be disarmed?" Shiloh purred, batting her lashes at him.

He grinned, shaking his head. "Alen, Jero, I think I shall rest until we are ready to leave." 

Jero nodded at him, "I think I shall have some fun with the little coo, in the meanwhile."

"And I think not. I told you not to touch me. I'm not interested in you, Jero. Your dick is getting nowhere near me." 

"Maybe I'll just chain you to a post and you'll have no say in it."

Shiloh rolled her eyes, cursing the fates for overly randy men. She turned a pair of imploring eyes at Simon. "You've promised that nobody's going to hurt me."

"Jero, I believe I've told you twice now to leave her alone. It doesn't sound like she's interested."

He sighed despondently, "Have it your way, little coo."

"That's Princess Shiloh to you," she added. "I do have a question for you, Simon, before you take your leave."

He cocked an eyebrow, "Yes?"

"As much as I hate to bring up the past, how is it that you both are alive? I killed you. I took your heads. I offered your souls to a demon dark lord. So explain please because I'm somewhat ambivalent that you are both alive."

Simon rubbed his face. "Well, if you'd like to talk about that, I suggest we do it privately. There are things I'd rather that not everyone knows."

"I see. That's fine, M'lord," she smiled. Alone with this gorgeous man, she sighed. Wait, where did that come from? Stop thinking with your groin, stupid, and use your head for once. 

Simon extended a hand to her. Shiloh accepted it, noting the look of envy on Jero's face. He led her to a small bedroom to the rear of the sitting room. He sat down in a wing back chair near the fireplace and motioned to her to take the one opposite. "You wish to know how I'm still alive, M'lady."

"Yes, but maybe you should drop the M'lady and the Princess Shiloh. It's just Shiloh. My family is dead and the Betancurian throne belongs to the Dhorn Emperor now. As much as I'd love to reclaim it, I don't see how I'll ever be able to do that. I suppose if the Emperor knew that I was alive, he'd demand my execution immediately."

"As far as I know, he is aware you are alive, Shiloh. Commander Benthur informed as many high ranking Generals as he could and it filtered back to the Emperor. Many rumors circulated how your body was never found after the coup upon the castle. Arto claimed he captured three times, but you always managed to escape."

"Benthur," Shiloh hissed. "I loathe that bastard. He did catch my three times. The third and final time he tortured me. He never let on that he knew who I was, though."

"No, he wouldn't have." Simon stated, "I remember the first time I ever saw you, Shiloh. Your parents had visited Dhorn, and had brought you along with them. I believe you were maybe three years old at the time. It's not hard to see why you've turned into a beautiful young woman because you certainly were a beautiful child. I was in my early teens then."

"I vaguely remember that trip," she smiled. "I think I managed to sneak away from my nanny and ended up climbing into a fountain. I was having the time of my life splashing about, but I recall being severely scolded. The memory is fuzzy, though."

"Then the next time I set eyes on you was when you approached Jero in Tald's. The fact that you are an Aurelius is unmistakable. I wondered why the princess that everyone had claimed dead was now soliciting sex from enemy soldiers. It didn't add up. There was just something about you that struck a chord within me. So I decided to act like a arrogant snob and left, despite the fact that I was intrigued. So once you'd had your rendezvous with Jero and I learned what you were supposedly seeking, I made some arrangements."

"The woman who gave me the assassination job claimed that you were related to the Emperor."

Simon cocked an eyebrow, "No wonder she wanted me dead, but perhaps this is a case of misinformation. I do come from a powerful and wealthy family, though. Around that time, I learned that General Kale Sigerthur and General Wesley Carson were murdered, in their own homes. Most of Carson's men were killed as well due to a poisoned ale supply."

"I'm not responsible for those," Shiloh piped up, wondering who Jacia gave those jobs to.

"I realize that. We got a report that it was a woman, though." Simon added. "I employed a bit of trickery. I had one of our wizards on hand. He cast several alter self spells on a few of the low ranking soldiers from the barracks. So the 'Simon' that was present during the meeting in the warehouse was not me. I was there, though. Invisible and watching every move that was made. You are certainly skilled, Shiloh. You almost had me believing you were Lady Alcott. I have to say you know your nobility."

"My Lord Father made sure I knew the names and ranks of all the notable nobles in the surrounding lands. I think my Queen Mother was somehow related to Lord and Lady Somerford, I think, distantly of course," she tapped a finger on her chin, pursing her lips.

"We employed the same trick when you came by my house the next day. So as you see the man you killed was not me. It was something of a body double. I figured you were there to assassinate me. I do have to admit that I was watching you every step of the way, M'lady, and found myself to be rather envious of the attentions you were lavishing on the poor man. Would it shock you to learn the he was being coached during his performance by means of a message spell?"

"Not at all, nothing shocks me anymore. I've seen far too much." 

"And of course, it was the same for Jero, just a soldier. I will admit that the brutality visited upon my double did disturb me. I never thought a woman could be so violent. None of the women I've ever known were like that."

Shiloh scoffed, "Because you subjugate your women. You keep them docile and submissive. That's not me."

"Thank the heavens for small favors then," he flashed a genuine smile at her. "You are a rare woman, Shiloh Aurelius and I admire you for it."

"What about the two women and that one male noble I stuffed in the closet?"

"They are still deceased. I don't know if it's appropriate to say this or not, but despite the fact I wasn't really looking forward to marrying Catalynne, I do mourn her. It was to be an arranged marriage. Rupert and Alyss were good friends of hers."

"I shouldn't have done what I did, but it was hard to endure their scrutiny and their censure. Here I am the freaking Princess of Betancuria and they have the sheer nerve to treat me like a whore. Yes, I've enjoyed having sex with a lot of men, but never once have I ever taken money for it. So I put them in their place. I don't regret it either. If that makes me a horrible person, then I am a horrible person." Shiloh stood up from her chair and leaned against the mantle. She stared down into the flames.

"It sounds like you've been through a lot," he commented nonchalantly. "Funny that you should mention not being a whore, though. I remember Jero mentioning that when he first met you that your pimp had interrupted his fun with you."

Shiloh laughed out loud. "Vico was never my pimp. He's a two bit gutter thug that saved my life more times than I can count. He just didn't like the thought that some other man was touching what he considered to be his. Actually he's one of my companions camped out there on the shore. He's probably cursing a blue streak that I haven't returned."

"Perhaps I should have someone let them know you are otherwise occupied and not to worry on your safety." Simon offered.

"No, any messenger you sent out there would be killed on sight, especially if they wore your red and black armor. Better to let him stew in his own juices. I'll deal with him after all this is said and done."

"Very well then," he nodded as he joined her at the mantle. "Is there anything else you wish to know?"

"Not that I can think of. I mean, it was a shock for me to see you and Jero standing there before me," she lowered her gaze, suddenly finding the tops of her knee length high heeled black patent leather boots interesting. Attraction hummed in her veins. She silently cursed herself for it. 

"Is something wrong?"

"No, not really, Simon. I'm just rather tired right now. My life has been non-stop for months now. Part of me wishes I could turn back to wheel of time to before all this happened. Part of me would like to go back to being the person I was and not the person I am. Silly of me to want to remain daddy's little princess, isn't it?"

"I don't find that silly at all," he reached out, lifting her chin gently. "If you want to rest, I'll share the bed with you, just as long as you promise not to ride me to death."

"Ahh shucks, there goes my master plan," she grinned, snapping her fingers. "Thank you, Simon. You are not like I had imagined you would be."

"The feeling is mutual, M'lady." A wicked smile crossed his face. "I do have a confession to make, though. I was in the audience at one of Major Kendt's parties. I watched you dance and thought to myself, there is no way she's the princess, but you had an inherent grace about you in the way you moved. You outshone every other woman there. And come to think about it, Lord Tendenberry had many interesting things to say about you. He was quite impressed."

Shiloh giggled, "I'd be upset if he wasn't. He was the recipient of a rare treat. I'm curious, though, since you were there, watching me, enjoying the performance, why didn't you approach me?"

"I guess I'm just more of a romantic." Simon shrugged. "I heard about a few things being stolen from the Mayor's personal rooms. Was that you?"

"Will you hold it against me if I say yes?" 

"Not at all, Shiloh," he replied. "I also find that I am impressed by your skills. Go ahead and rest for a while. I'll make sure no one bothers you."

Shiloh flashed him a radiant smile, letting a small giggle slip from her lips, "Have you ever been told how very handsome you are? And that your lips are enticingly kissable?"

He cocked an eyebrow at her, "Of course, I have. I'm no novice where women are involved. Though your question begs another. Are you trying to work your seductive wiles on me?"

"Maybe, would it work?"

"Then I would ask what do you hope to gain from seducing me?"

"Pleasure, M'lord," she grinned. "You intrigue me."

"If it is pleasure you are interested in, why not take Jero up on his offer?"

"Because he's not you," she looked his straight in the eyes.

"I suppose I should be flattered then," Simon chuckled. "What is it you want, Shiloh?"

"How about something simple, maybe a kiss."

Simon leaned closer as he lifted her chin a bit higher. His masculine scent wafted over her. She breathed it in, tasting his musky aroma. His warm breath feathered across her cheek. So close. His lips ghosted over her slender neck. He nibbled up her jaw to her ear, teasing her as his tongue flicked along her lobe. She quivered as all her synapses fired at once, sending heat straight to her feminine core. Then he embraced her, capturing her lips in a dynamic kiss, long, needy and hard. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, pantomiming lovemaking. Shiloh broke the kiss, panting breathlessly. It would have been too easy to lose herself. 

"Wow," she sighed, "That was amazing." 

He grinned, "Quite so, M'lady."

She pulled away, making her way to the bed. "I think I should stop while I'm ahead, because if not, I don't think I could." She rested on the right side of it, her mind still reeling from the emotions she felt as he held her in his arms. His kiss was intoxicating. His lips were soft and lush where his hands were strong and firm. Great Gods, he was irresistible. 

Simon blew out a few of the candles before he joined, laying down on the left. In the dim light that the remaining candle provided, he noticed her curled up on her side. He'd always counted himself as lucky. What a beauty she was, he mused. Fortune was certainly smiling upon him this time. 

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The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 49



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

... Mad girl/Can you believe/What they've done to you? Wouldn't they stop/When you asked them to leave you alone In all your faerie tales/How did the prince say he loved you? How did your father die? /Was he a good man? /Maybe someday you'll know ~~~ "Mad Girl"- Emilie Autumn~~~ ...

The Heist

A soft caress ghosted over Shiloh's cheek, waking her from her brief slumber. "Beavers and ducks," she muttered as she lurched awake, scrambling from the bed. When the sudden euphoria passed and her vision cleared, she noticed an amused looking Simon standing nearby.

"Beavers and ducks," he repeated. "Sounds like an interesting dream. You'll have to regale me with it sometime, my lady."

A puzzled look crossed her features, "Huh? What you are blathering on about?" 

Simon chuckled, "Never you mind. It's time to go."

Shiloh followed him out into the sitting room. "So how you are going to smuggle me out of here and back into the city?" 

Simon handed her a red dress and cloak, "Alen came up with a plan. He returned to the city and brought back a coach. You are going to change into the garb of a Dhorn noblewoman. I also have a veil for your face. We will be heading for my estate. Once we are at my estate, you can change back into your armor and Alen will return your weapons to you. Once the job is complete, I will make sure you are reunited with your companions. Is that suitable for you, my lady?" 

"It is, but you surely don't expect me to change in front of everyone. I mean, I have no qualms showing you my charms, but I draw the line on anything beyond that," Shiloh grinned at him. "I am a princess, after all."

Simon chuckled at her cheekiness as he watched Jero's face redden at Shiloh's innuendo, "You have my leave to change in the bedroom, but don't take too long, though. I may have to send Jero in after you."

Shiloh formed her lips into a petulant moue, "I'd rather you come in after me. You know I really enjoy it when you come... after me." She winked, spun on her heels and headed back into the small room they had previously napped in. Simon rolled his eyes as he watched her go, "What? Do you have something to say, Jero?" he asked as he turned his gaze toward his lifelong friend and co-conspirator. 

"I know for a fact you couldn't have slept with her. She's never quiet during sex. So what exactly did happen in there?" Jero narrowed his eyes almost jealously.

Simon responded with a laugh, "Oh you poor green bastard, you. You know she's only doing it to get a rise out of you because she can. She isn't interested in you and I'm not interested in her. She may be a princess," his tone changed immediately to a low hiss, "But as far as I'm concerned, she's nothing but a means to an end. So if her filthy mouth gets your knickers in a twist, I'd say it's just desserts."

Jero shook his head, "Nothing but a means to an end, huh? No, I think there's more to it. She's more than that. So why not tell me the truth, Simon."

"Why don't you face the facts that are right before you, Jero? We need her skills, not her womanly charms. Her being flat on her back isn't going to help us with the locked doors and trapped floors that we'll encounter. I'm employing her because it's convenient. I'm employing her because she knows that castle better than any of us ever will. Plus she's the only one who EVER pulled off an assassination attempt, despite the fact she didn't know it wasn't me that she was assassinating. Now do I really have to remind you who's in charge? Remind you to whom you owe fealty and why?" 

Jero immediately looked away, "No, Simon," he curtly replied. 

"Good," Simon nodded before he gathered a few items, stowing them in his own haversack. He then turned to his bodyguards. "Fetch a servant. I want this place cleaned thoroughly. Leave no evidence that we've been here."

The armored man inclined his head before leaving the room to due Simon's bidding. 

"My, my, my, you men, I swear," Shiloh chuckled as she appeared beside the table. "It's all about machismo and who has the bigger dick, right?" She rolled her eyes, "Hmmm, how pathetic."

Simon ignored her musings, "Are you ready to leave, my lady?" 

"Ready as I'll ever be. Just let me don this hideous veil. I'm glad it'll cover my face because normally I wouldn't be caught dead in clothing this awful." She glanced down at the red brocade dress she'd been given as part of her disguise.

"You look so fetching, though, dear Princess, just like a proper Dhorn woman," Simon smirked almost insolently.

"Then I'm glad I'll never be a proper," she retorted, allowing him to escort her out of the lodge and into the coach. She watched as Jero and Alen as well as Simon's bodyguards mounted on horses while he joined her. "Well isn't this cozy? We have this enclosed private space all to ourselves. Whatever will we do to pass the time?" 

"I thought I'd go over some strategy with you, Shiloh. We will be traversing many tunneled passages. I assume your training will be of use to us within them."

"That sounds very dirty, not that I mind. Dark passages can be rather nice, especially when they're tight and moist."

"So what do I have to do to get you to focus on the task at hand?" Simon cocked an eyebrow as he moved from one side of the enclosed coach to sit beside her.

Shiloh licked her lips as his blazing blue eyes bored holes through her, "You could just fuck me, but I suppose I'd settle for another kiss."

Simon pressed in closer, his hands sliding up her thigh grasping the fabric of her gown as he went, exposing the stockings she wore beneath. Then he sandwiched her between the hard wall of the coach and the hard wall of his chest. "Another kiss," he purred while his hand snaked higher along her thigh. His fingers reached the top of her garter before sliding closer to her center. He nibbled at her ear, slipping his mouth down the curve of her neck to her shoulder. He planted a soft kiss above the top of her high neck dress then zeroed in on her enticing mouth.

Just as he captured her full plump lips, his fingers caressed her equally plump nether lips, parting them just as easily as he parted her mouth. Shiloh moaned deeply as he flicked her clit. Her hips undulated, wanting more. The touch of his thumb and forefinger was like torture, flaying her passions wide open. Desire for more slicked her as he teased her, strumming a beat that circulated through her veins, heating her thoroughly. Fire engulfed her senses until every part of her body surrendered to him - to worship, to pleasure.

Her delicate scent enthralled him, so much he could practically taste it. Simon slid his mouth away from hers, stifling a groan; his lips skimming along the soft flesh beneath the soft angle of her jaw, enjoying the subtle fragrance on her skin which could make the most wondrous roses wilt in comparison while his free hand palmed the soft weight of her breast. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants while Shiloh's nails scored grooves on his back where she clutched at him. 

With a growl he parted the bodice of her dress, his mouth lowering to one exposed breast. He zeroed in, running his tongue around the tautened medallion of her nipple. Shiloh arched against him, panting breathlessly for more. She softly moaned his name, enjoying the heated tangle they had created. The push of something hard filling her, scissoring back and forth was enough to send her reeling. The intrusion was too small to be his dick; that she could still feel pulsing against her thigh. But the sweet agony he was building within her threatened to overwhelm her. His fingers pumped. His thumb rubbed the maddening cluster of nerves on her clit while his mouth devoured a nipple. 

Jolts of lightning traveled through her, coursing from one synapses to the next until need was all she knew. Need for more. Need for release. Need. Need. Need. Its exquisiteness hadn't been lost on her. She keened breathlessly. So close. His fingers within her twisted and aimed, finding that sensitive patch within her. Pressure coiled in her center, tightening into an unbearable knot. With his next thrust, it exploded. Shiloh thrashed as wetness gushed. Simon pulled his mouth from her breast, slamming it on hers to silence her cries of bliss. 

All too soon, he pulled his fingers away. She groaned, arching against him, "More, Simon, please." 

He chuckled at her, bringing his fingers to his mouth to sample her taste. He 'mmm'-ed his approval, "Sweet as luscious melons, my lady."

She panted, trying to make sense of what just happened. "Don't stop there."

A grin crossed his handsome face, "And if I do?"

She let out an exasperated protest, "You can't just tease me like this and leave me wanting more."

"Patience, my lady," he winked, "Is a virtue."

"Fuck patience!"

"You asked for a kiss and I believe I fulfilled that request, rather nicely might I add." Simon had her on that one and they both knew it. 

She pursed her lips at his logic. Fuck logic, too. Sliding a hand down his back, she rested it upon his thigh before seeking his swollen member. "Whatever shall we do about this?"

"Don't worry about me, my lady," he chuckled, pushing her hand away. 

"Simon," she pouted, "surely you won't protest if I return the favor."

He pulled away from her entirely, moving back to the opposite seat. He pushed aside one of the window coverings for a split instant, "We'll be in Betancuria soon. Perhaps you should use this time to pull yourself back together. You are supposed to be a proper Dhorn woman and no proper woman would allow herself to be seen like this."

Shiloh scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Fuck proper!"

"And that's another thing, Shiloh. No Dhorn woman would speak as you do."

"Then I am glad I've never been a Dhorn woman," she retorted as she straightened her clothing and put her veil in place again. "You must realize I'll never be proper and I will never submit to any man. It's my way or no way."

Simon flashed a stunning smile at her, "I think that's what makes you so appealing."

Throwing her arms up in exasperation, she pinned him down with a glance. "This is what frustrates me about you. One moment you're an uptight dick, then next you come on strong and charming, then you return to being an ass and after that, the charm comes back. I don't get you. Just about everything that comes out of your mouth makes me want to strangle you."

Simon chuckled softly, "My lady, that may be, but it makes you want what you can't have even more. I'm not one of your boy toys who will scramble for your attentions. I would even go as far as to say your ego can't handle that little tidbit. You're aching for more. I can smell it, sweetling."

Shiloh licked her lips as her pussy throbbed. He had hit the nail on the head with that statement. She was aching for more. That one orgasm had not been enough considering she wanted so much more, "Bastard!"

Simon grinned, "No, my lady, my parents were married."

She glowered at him. Her lower lip pushed out in a beguiling pout. Simon couldn't help but bait her. It was so enticing. "I should have told you to shove this job. Execute me if you want, but then again, if you do that, you'll never get what you want," she groused at him.

"If I have you killed, your companions would have been next. Then how would you or they find out where the old tavern keeper is being held?" Simon replied, ignoring her derisive tone. "Could you really stand to have their blood on your hands if you could prevent it?"

Shiloh rolled her eyes. She hated his logic. More than that, she hated that he'd taken her to such heights of pleasure then refused to give her more. His words carried great weight, though. She could easily see that he wasn't like anyone else she'd known. Not since her kingdom fell and she lost it all. He had to be more than just nobility. There was something almost regal in his mannerisms, but that didn't explain why he wanted into the castle sight unseen. If he was such an important man, why didn't he just stroll up to the castle's front gates and demand access? None of it made sense. What was he after that he was forced to sneak around? 

Perhaps something was hidden in the castle, but she was sure all the vaults had been emptied. "Why do you need into Castle Betancuria?" 

"I'll explain everything once we're safely inside my estate in the city, my lady," he replied. 

"Why not just tell me now? I mean, this is a very private conversation after all," Shiloh opined. 

He flashed a look in her direction that silenced her, but not before she shot him a kissy face. Then she rearranged her outfit, turning herself back into a proper Dhorn woman, as Simon called it. The irony of it all irked her. Damn, how do I get myself into these situations? 

She glanced around before looking outside. They were close to the city, after all. She could see the Northern Gates up ahead as the desolate castle loomed to the west. A curious thought niggled at her all the sudden. Where had Ni'as gone? Hadn't he intended to stay close to her?

He'd been with her while she was in Simon's company at the Hunting Lodge. So just where had he gotten off to now? Hmphf, some bodyguard he was. Perhaps he was following them. That would make the most sense. Maybe he was hitching a ride on the outside of the carriage with the driver. 

Bitter silence loomed over the interior of the carriage like a weight. Crushing and heavy, the very air seemed stilled, yet it had an almost volatile, charged feel to it, as if it could spontaneously combust at any moment. Shiloh watched Simon wordlessly. Her gaze took in his every breath, as if absorbing by osmosis. She wondered what wheels were turning in his head, what made his inner clock tick. He was a tough one to get a read on. Again she pondered how he nimbly evaded her questions. His answers intrigued her. He was more than nobility. She was so sure of it she could taste it. He was the kind of man she needed to achieve her goals. And while she recalled that he'd claimed his interest lie beyond Betancuria, could he be persuaded to find interest if it meant ruling the city-state? 

That in itself intrigued her, just as he intrigued her. When he wasn't being an insufferable ass, she found him quite amenable. No, that word wasn't sufficient to describe just how much he affected her entire being. Something about him called to her, pulled at strings she never knew could be attached. He touched a part of her soul and left her aching for more. It went far beyond a physical ache. It was all consuming, eclipsing and devouring on levels she couldn't even begin to understand. Sub-conscience and ethereal, mayhap, she knew she'd found her equal in every way. 

Caustic laughter slipped from her lips, invading the stillness. Simon leveled disapproving eyes upon her; the look gracing his face clearly questioning her sanity. "And what do we have to thank for this uncouth burst of levity, my lady?"

Shiloh flashed an insolent sneer, "Nothing I'd care to lament, other than the irony of our situation hasn't escaped me. I was smuggled out of the castle the night it fell. Now I'm being smuggled back in. Hopefully this time I'll escape what fate befell me last time."

"And what fate might that be?" 

Her sneer turned into a glare, "That is none of your business. I will say, however, as I ran through the castle corridors, I was chased by dozens of invaders. Hopefully we'll avoid that this time."

"We shouldn't encounter too many soldiers, but the ones we do come across will have to be silenced. Lord Commander Mortensen's and Commander Benthur's men all patrol the castle, as you are well aware of, my lady. I will not lament their loss. Most of Benthur's men are no better than the so-called brigands they seek to subdue. We'd be doing Betancuria a great benefit by eliminating them," Simon replied. "Ah, we are at the city gates."

"Aren't those men your countryman?" Shiloh's brows furrowed. 

"Perhaps, but ill-bred scum have no place amongst our army's elite." Simon frowned, "The Emperor's Army is the fiercest in the known world, my lady. All dedicated a honed tried and true unit of military excellence. I can't expect you to understand that concept. The Dhorn Kingdom has conquered most of the world because of that superiority. Even now, we have added your Father's lands and acquisitions. We are a force to be reckoned with. King Rolan obviously didn't recognize his folly when he started casting stones." 

"So what is in the castle that you desire? Desire so greatly that you have to use subterfuge to get it. You are obviously an important man. That much I can tell. You have a regality about you which far exceeds your average cut from the cloth noble."

Simon's eyes glittered at her assessment, "You see much, my lady. There are things that you don't need to know. If I feel you do need to know, I will tell you."

"And I thought I had secrets. You take the cake," she smirked, gathering her skirts as the clip-clop of the horse's hooves on the cobblestones came to a halt. "We must have arrived."

Simon nodded, waiting for the footman to open the door to the carriage. Once he departed, he extended his hand to help her from the conveyance then escorted her into the large mansion. Promptly he escorted her to one of the downstairs bedchambers, "You may change in here, my lady. Alen will return your weapons once we're in the tunnel. Be quick."

Shiloh nodded as she scrambled out of the hideous veil and dress, tossing them carelessly onto the pristinely made bed. She mulled over his words as he exited the room, closing the door behind her. Tunnel, hmmm, that must be how he planned on getting into the castle. 

Gods only knew she had used tunnels to sneak into the place often enough herself. Shiloh pulled out her portable hole, rummaging through it into she found the skin-tight leather bodysuit she'd bought some time ago. She hadn't had much cause to use it since she could make her Bastian armor look like anything she wanted it to, but now it suited her purpose perfectly. It was a tight squeeze, requiring a dash of powder here and there on her supple skin. Simon was in for it now. This suit accentuated her every curve beautifully, like a second skin. She'd teach him not to play with fire. It, like she, was very dangerous.

...

Shiloh exited the room, the low heels of her leather boots clicking on the marble tiled floor. "Simon," she called out, wondering where he'd gone. She was surprised he wasn't waiting for her outside the door. 

A man with light brown hair and a full bushy beard approached her, "My lady, I am Lord Lyonson's manservant, Roman. My lord wishes me to see to any of your needs before I escort you to him. Is there anything I can do for you?" 

Shiloh smiled at him, "There is nothing I require at the moment, my good man. Although, where is His Grace?"

"I believe he is in his office, my lady. Shall I escort you?"

Shiloh nodded, allowing Roman to lead her upstairs to Simon's office. She remembered this room well. It was where Simon's belligerent fiancée intruded on what might have been a pleasurable experience for them both. Oh well, she sighed, best not to think about that. She knew it would only make her want him more and that would take away her concentration for the matters at hand. 

As she entered the room, she noticed Simon, Jero and Alen perusing what looked to be a map. She sidled over to the desk, venturing a peek. It was a map of the castle layout, though there were a few tunnels she didn't recognize. They seemed to have been added. She pondered that. New construction, perhaps? A secret way in? Worked for her. She wasn't in the mood of encountering many Dhorn soldiers, which surprised her. She was always up for killing Dhorn. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 49



Simon ventured a sidelong look at her, "I see you are ready, my lady." He winked surreptitiously, giving his approval on her fine attire. 

She pointed to the tunnels on the map, "I don't remember these ever being there. Did you have it added?" 

Simon nodded, "Yes, at great expense. It should prove fruitful, though."

"And what are you after?" 

"All in good time, my lady," he swerved her question again. "Let us commence." 

Shiloh glowered at him while he rolled the map up, stowing it inside his pack. He led their small group to the cellars where they were met by Roman and two of his bodyguards. He clapped his hands together. "Listen up, this is it. The fruit of months of our labors begins here. If all goes well, we'll all walk away very wealthy men. Each of us has our parts to play. Roman, you know what you have to do. This will be all."

The bearded manservant bowed, "Of course, my Lord."

Simon rubbed his stubbled chin thoughtfully. "I imagine all hell's going to break loose in a few hours, so you'd best start evacuating the house right away. The ship at the harbor will be ready for you. I need you to get everyone safely out of the city. Only take with you what I've directed to be taken."

Roman inclined his head, "It shall be done, my Lord. You can count on me."

Simon offered a smile, "I know, Roman, and I thank you for all your hard work. You have been a very loyal servant, and you will be rewarded as such."

A flush darkened the man's ruddy cheeks, "It has been my pleasure to serve the noble house Lyonson, my Lord."

"The code word for getting us back up is Swan. If I say anything else, or if it's not me coming back up the hole, something went wrong. In that case, lock this grate and leave the city. Immediately. That goes for all of you."

Both Roman and Simon's bodyguards replied at the same time, "Yes, Sir!" 

As Simon opened the grate in the floor, Alen chuckled behind him, "Awww Simon, you old croaker. Nothing is going to go wrong. You worry far too much."

"I believe it's better to be a touch paranoid than to end up dead in a ditch somewhere," Simon scoffed. 

"Yeah, we've got a little lucky charm with us," Jero grinned as he attempted to fondle Shiloh's bottom. She reacted like a scalded cat, swatting at him viciously with claws and teeth bared, "Touch me again and I swear I will gut you."

"Enough, Jero," Simon sighed, shaking his head. "So lady and gentlemen, let's do this."

One of Simon's guards wrapped the end of a cord around Shiloh's waist and slowly lowered her into the shaft. She guessed by the rate of descent and the time it took it was about forty feet deep before she felt the ground under her feet again. Alen came next, then Jero, and finally Simon. Curiously, she studied the walls in the meantime. The masonry was rough, the stones set in irregular rows, with no attempt at finish. It was definitely newer construction. Once Simon had joined everyone, he motioned to Alen, who in turn handed Shiloh her dual short swords, before the guards pulled the rope back up and closed the grate above. Just when it looked like it would only be Simon, Jero and Alen with her, Shiloh caught a glimpse of Ni'as leaning against the tunnel wall. He soon flickered out of sight. It set her mind at ease. It wasn't that being alone with three men worried her, she was confident she could best each and every one of them in a fight; it was that she had nowhere else to go. True, she could easily disappear into the shadows. She could easily make her way along this dark tunnel and hoped it connected to one she knew. A rogue always had a decent escape plan.

Shiloh equipped her sword sheathes to her leather armor, readying herself for whatever may come. She glanced around a bit, taking in the dark tunnel before her.

Jero grinned at her lasciviously while he readied his weapons, "Nervous, little coo?"

"No, I'm not nervous. There's no cause to be, and don't call me 'little coo.' It's Princess Shiloh to you, peasant," she curled her lips into a sneer as she spat her venomous words at him. "I swear if you even so much think of touching me again, I will hack off your hands."

Simon cleared his throat, "Enough already."

She turned to him, anger blazing in her eyes, "Don't you think it's about time you tell me what we're doing, Simon?"

Jero chuckled as he interceded, "Hehehe. We're going to rob the bank, little coo!"

She shot him another glare, "What bank are you fucking talking about, peasant?"

Jero snickered, "Metaphorically speaking, of course, Princess."

Her eyes narrowed as they shifted from Jero to Simon. "You're going to raid a vault, I take it. Then let me save you the time this folly will take up. The vaults are all empty. What wasn't taken by the Emperor was raided by me. Come to think of it, a good deal of the treasure that was shipped to the Emperor was waylaid by certain thieves' and smugglers."

"Goes to show how much you know, slut." Alen spoke up, sneering right back at her. "It's like this. After our army had stormed Castle Betancuria, the soldiers found a huge treasure locked up within the castle's basement. However, it was unclear whose property that treasure was going to be. The Emperor claimed it, of course, but he had also declared everything our troops found within the city's limits would be open for plunder. That little technical problem was solved by stating that the treasure had not been found within the city proper but below the castle, which was not a part of the city. Nevertheless, a lot of discussion amongst the nobility and the leading generals followed, with the result that the treasure is still here, in Betancuria."

Shiloh pursed her lips, trying to place exactly where and what they were talking about. She couldn't remember any treasure stash in the castle's dungeon. What had her father been hiding and why? "And you know it's there how?"

"I've seen it with my own eyes, my lady." Simon spoke up.

"And we're going to steal that treasure tonight, little coo!" Jero grinned widely. 

She ticked over the information in her head, formulating a plan of her own. "How much treasure are we talking about?" Once they had the treasure, it would be easy enough to take-out the dead weight of Jero and Alen. Simon, however, she'd need alive. She had other plans for him. 

"You see, your father was a very rich, very greedy old man." Jero wiggled his eyebrows, "He had horded a whopping sum of twenty-five million gold coins, little coo, and all of it is ours for the taking."

Shiloh's eyes narrowed even further as rage ripped through her, "You son of a bitch, that's my fuckin' money you are stealing! You have no claim to it. None of you have any claim to it. I could drop each one of you where you stand very easily and you'll never get that money. And I won't need any of you to help me get it once you're dead and your corpses are rotting in this tunnel."

"And just who are you to threaten us, my lady?" Simon spoke calmly, though the anger flickering in his eyes belied the calm he outwardly exuded. 

"The rightful Princess of Betancuria is who I am. That money is rightfully mine. You have no business stealing it. Not when I could put it to good use. It could go a long way to help me regain control of my kingdom," she retorted as she fixed her eyes on Simon. "I can't believe you. All along you've been plotting to take what's mine and you expect me to help you. No wonder you were so eager to give me what I asked for. I don't fucking think so, Simon."

"We have a deal, Princess. You will honor it. You help us and I tell you what you want to know."

She shook her head, "Oh no, it's time to renegotiate then. You want my help then you will tell me where they are right this instant and when we have the coin in our possession, you will give me half of it or else. Dead men have no need for coin."

"Half? Are you out of your mind, cunt? You have no idea the cost of having this tunnel built and making bribes to silence the right people. All you are getting is what we've already agreed on." Alen shouted back at her.

"I missed the part where that's my problem, peasant, and you had never ever call me a cunt again. It'll be the last thing that comes out of your mouth." Shiloh growled before she tumbled into the shadows, using them to her best advantage. The black leather she wore aided her ability to hide in the dark recesses of the tunnel.

"Fucking whore-ass cunt," Alen sneered as he drew his sword.

"Shiloh, this is ridiculous. Be reasonable. There isn't anywhere you can run that you won't be found. I understand your anger, but this does us no good. I'll reward you with a fair amount once the mission is complete, that is in addition to the information you seek. Come out. This gets us nowhere." Simon spoke up, scanning the darkness with the lit torch he held in his off-hand. 

Shiloh materialized behind Alen with Bloodlust held at his throat. She raked it across, drawing a deep line which severed both his arteries. He gasped, drowning on the spurting blood as his throat collapsed, before she dropped his corpse to the floor. "Don't ever fuck with me again," she stated coldly as she stepped over his body. "And don't ever call me a whore!"

Simon took a few steps away from her, his eyes as wide as pie plates as he stared at the blood oozing corpse at his feet. He sputtered for a few long seconds before gathering his wits about him. "There was no call for that, Shiloh. I don't care what you like and don't like. We will call you anything we damn well please, after all need I remind you that you are in my employ now. Your fate rests in my hands."

"Does it really, Simon?" She all but purred, licking the blood off her sword, "Because I'm not so sure of that. You cannot control what is not yours, and my fate was decided for me a long time ago." She prowled about the diameter of the small circular room, slipping in and out of the shadows as she went. She hoped to keep them off-kilter for the moment until she chose to pounce again. Jero's neck was looking very enticing right about now... or maybe not. Maybe she'd ram Bloodlust straight into his groin. That should serve to deflate his ego as well as removing his cock.

"Shiloh, we don't really have time for these games. You've made your point." Simon poked the torch in the spot he thought she'd be in. "The old tavern-keeper and workers are being shipped to Westwood as we speak, from there they will be transported to the Isle of Prisoners, which is deep with Dhorn territory."

Shiloh avoided the torch, flitting to her left. She moved in behind Jero, sliding one hand up onto his shoulder while pressing her blade to his crotch. "Keep talking, Simon, or Jero may end up as a woman."

"The Isle of Prisoners is at the center of the Lake of Sorrows, virtually unreachable and impregnable. It's a fool's errand. You'd have better luck storming the Emperor's palace." 

"That just goes to show you know nothing about me. I've spent the last year doing things that were considered fool's errands and I always succeeded. Now are you going to acquiesce to my terms before Jero learns what it feels like to have a cunt or not?"

"I will give one million and that's it," Simon replied. "Release Jero before I lose what's left of my patience, my lady."

"Then I guess we have what I'd call a Sargovian stand-off," she exploited a weak point of the armor's groin plate, pressing the blade in tighter. She could feel Jero quiver under her grasp. She leaned in, purring sultrily into his ear while snaking Darkstar across his throat, "Ready to be the bitch you are, Jero darling. I can smell his fear, Simon dear. And by the sudden whiff of foulness I just caught, I'd say he's lost all control over his bowels. He may have even pissed himself, too. Look Simon in the eyes, Jero, and tell him how serious I am. You can feel my blade against your dick, can't you?" She flexed her wrist, jabbing it further in. Jero let out an unmanly cry as it pierced his flesh.

"Get this crazy bitch the fuck off me, Simon. I didn't sign up for this to get my dick mutilated."

Simon's gaze moved from Shiloh to Jero and then back to Shiloh, "Let him go. This gets us nowhere, surely you can see that. I'll give you 5 million and that's my final offer, sweetling."

She glared at him, "Five million, huh? That's only a fifth of the money... of MY FUCKING MONEY, SIMON!!!" 

"Shiloh, this demeans us. Alen is dead and will never call you a whore or a cunt again. You extracted your retribution and I am fast losing what patience I had left. I won't give you half the money. There's too much at stake here for me to agree to that. But if you let him go, I promise you I'll personally see to the release of everyone taken in that raid. And I shall personally present you Arto Benthur's head on a silver platter." Simon took a few tentative steps closer to her and Jero. "Now, let him go and let's be on with this mission. We only have a limited amount of time to get where we need to be."

Shiloh withdrew her blades, sheathing them. Then she tumbled away, melding back into the shadows, "Arto's head on a silver platter just might make up for the loss of the other seven and a half million. You owe me."

Jero fell to his hands and knees, praising the gods that he was still alive. He took a few deep breaths and cleared away the vestiges of his life flashing before his eyes. Once he'd gathered himself, he took time to open up his pack, pulling a secondary suit of armor from it. Wordlessly, he removed his now soiled suit, cleaned himself to the best of his ability and suited back up in the lightweight leather armor. 

Meanwhile, Shiloh rematerialized beside Simon, gazing up in his eyes, "Don't expect me to apologize. I will not EVER abide by being called a whore."

"I'll remember that," he solemnly replied as he glanced over Alen's body. He moved closer, knelt down and said a few words over it, "Rest in peace, old friend. May you forever frolic amongst the heavens."

He righted himself, heading for the tunnel. "Let's go," he curtly ordered, "Shiloh, take point."

...

Shiloh set out through the long winding tunnel. She moved at a good speed, tending to err on the side of caution over all. Who knew what she'd encounter down here? Maybe there'd end up being nothing since this was obviously new construction, but it never hurt not to rush off headlong. 

Behind her she could hear the muffled conversation of Simon and Jero. They didn't seem to be paying any mind to her for once, but she could tell from Jero's whispered tone and body language that he was still distressed. Perhaps it had been wrong to end Alen's life. It was true that she had held an immediate dislike for the man from the very first. She shook her head. It did her no good to linger on the past. It was done and over with. Perhaps she could lend Simon her rod to bring him back after all this was over. Lend him a rod, she smirked inwardly. It'd be better if he gave her one, his to be precise. She wanted it badly enough. 

From the length of the tunnel, she was sure that they'd crossed the breadth of the city. They should be close to their destination. Perhaps she should wait for her companions to catch up. Turning, she glanced back at them. Simon quickened his pace, crossing the distance between them. 

"We have a little further to go," he spoke up as he grasped her arm, pulling her along with him. Soon they came to the end of the tunnel. He cocked his head at a small square opening in the masonry wall. "We have to head through there."

Shiloh frowned at him, "Why didn't you have this tunnel dug straight to the castle? Why must we crawl through a connecting shaft?"

"I thought you liked tight tunnels, my lady," he smirked. "Besides, my stonemasons reassured me this was the shortest route possible and I trust them. It is a tight enclosed space with a low ceiling. We will be crawling. Just don't hit your head."

She glowered at him, "I'm more apt to hit yours."

"Ooooooo feisty, I like it," he winked. "Go on ahead. I promise there won't be any nasty surprises."

As Shiloh crouched at the entrance, Jero closed in behind her, leering at her. "I'll follow behind you, little coo." 

She shot him a withering glance, determined to wipe the smirk off his face, "Oh hells no, you won't. My ass is off limits for you to stare at."

"Go on, Shiloh, I'll be behind you." Simon shot a glare at Jero before mouthing the words 'give it a rest' to his lifelong friend. 

...

As luck would have it the cramped passageway wasn't very long. Shiloh crossed the distance quickly, heading down the next section of Simon's tunnel until she reached yet another dead end, but this time, there was no small open connecting shaft. Simon stepped over to a section of wall, "For the next part, we'll have to break through this section here. It's not very substantial, but we should try not to make too much noise."

"Hehehe, got that, little coo," Jero quipped, with a wink. "No gasping or panting."

Aside from rolling her sapphire eyes, she refrained from acknowledging his comment. His digs at her were growing tiresome with all the innuendos and mentions of their past dalliances. Why couldn't he get a clue that she wasn't interested in him at all? 

Simon flashed Jero a look before speaking again, "Now if any guards on the other side spot us, we'll have to silence them as quickly as possible. Our first target is the stairs leading to the ground floor. We'll need to block that door so no one will be able to come down while we're here."

"That shouldn't be too difficult. I've taken out more than my fair share of soldiers while striking from stealth. Hopefully if we are quiet enough, the sounds of battle won't alert any patrolling upstairs."

"This is why I'll trust you possess the ability to disable the lock on the door to prevent them from coming down. I don't want any surprises coming from behind." 

"Never fear," she scoffed at him. "That's child's play, Simon dear. They will never get that door open after I'm through jamming it."

He grinned marvelously, "See, this is why I hired you. I wanted the best. We don't necessarily have to rush this part of the plan. I'll make sure you have plenty of time to do it right."

"So is there no way to sneak past the guards on patrol once we're inside? Not that I'm opposed to killing stupid Dhorn soldiers, especially if they're Benthur's men. Quite the contrary, actually. I'll gladly send them screaming to their maker for their part in killing my family."

"If we don't take them out, they're bound to notice this tunnel once we've broken through. That could lead to someone getting away and following it all the way back to my mansion. I'd rather not be implicated in this. It's for the best, really. Besides if the way up is blocked, they won't be able to call for reinforcements. Benthur recently added more men. Those men are nothing but petty thugs. No one will lament their loss," Simon sneered coldly.

Shiloh shivered before leveling a hard look upon him, "You do realize that is exactly the attitude Benthur exhibited towards my adopted family."

Simon sighed softly, "Shiloh, I know what they mean to you. Never doubt that I won't make good on my promise to you. Let's do this. The sooner we succeed, the closer we are to our goals."

She nodded at him, hoping she could trust his sincere tone. If he didn't hold his end of the bargain, she'd hunt him mercilessly. She'd extract every inch of revenge out of his hide. Then she'd take care of Arto Benthur. As far as she was concerned, his fate was sealed. If it took to her last breath, she'd see him pay for all he'd done. 

Shaking off the lingering thoughts of revenge, she approached the wall in question, noticing the spiderweb of cracks already running through it. A plan formed in her head. She opened her portable hole, fishing through the piles of treasure until she found cylindrical leather bound case. From within it, she pulled a few scrolls, which she perused for a few minutes, mentally deciphering the arcane language. Her eyes lit up as she scanned one particular length of vellum. 




The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 49



"I think I have what we need. This scroll holds a stone fist spell. Once activated and cast, the force the spell creates should be enough to shatter the wall. It looks pretty weak to me. I also have a silencing spell which will muffle all sounds within this area."

He smiled at her warmly, "Excellent plan, Shiloh. I knew bringing you along would be a plus, not counting the loss of Alen. By all means, commence!"

She went about casting the spells from the scrolls, blanketing the area in eerie silence before shattering the wall with the force of a hurled boulder. Jero stepped up to clear out the rubble, making a path into bowels of the Dhorn Headquarters. He tentatively stepped through the broken wall, finding himself in a small room. He listened carefully at the door. There were no sounds of frantic scrambling about so he took that to mean the silence spell had eclipsed this side of the wall as well. He motioned Shiloh and Simon through. "All clear so far."

Shiloh nodded, stopping at the door. She tentatively touched the door handle before pulling out her lockpicks. It took mere seconds to pick the lock on this door, so simple indeed. Which reminded her when she had control of the castle and Betancuria again, all locks would be of the highest quality and extremely difficult to pick, break or disable. Hmmm, they'd have to be all adamantine for sure. That would certainly cost her a lot of gold, but it would be worth it. 

Once the door was open, she slipped into the shadows, as she moved into the corridor beyond. She didn't recognize this part and wondered where they were. This wasn't part of the castle basements, she was sure of that. She'd have to ask Simon. The short corridor emptied into a large hall broken up by partitions. She assumed they were storage rooms. Nonetheless would prove to be dark places to hide the bodies of the vanquished guards patrolling these sparsely lit depths. 

Several unsuspecting men met their end, their throats slit with brutal efficiency. She left them where they lay until she found the door Simon needed disabled. She jammed one of her old lockpicks in, snapping it off. That should do it. Let them try to get that open. Then she resumed her task of silencing the patrolling guards and soldiers. 

When the way was clear, she returned to Simon and Jero. "This isn't part of the castle, is it? Because I don't recognize it."

"No, Shiloh, this is actually the cellars of the Dhorn Headquarters. Come follow me, my lady." Simon grasped her hand leading her to the far northern end of the old cellar. "This is where we'll move into Castle Betancuria now. The tunnel starts behind the yonder door north of the stairs you closed off. This is where it'll be necessary for you to watch out for trapped floors and doors."

She nodded, "Consider it done." 

"I do have faith in your skills," he winked at her. "Shall we proceed?"

Shiloh approached the door to the north, her keen senses on the alert for anything out of the ordinary. She spied a trip wire on the floor, quickly disabling it before thoroughly examining the door. It proved to be trapped as well. She quickly deactivated the spike mechanism and picked the lock. 

She eased the door open and crept down a short hallway then turned right before heading to a secondary door. Simon slinked up behind her, "We'll need to follow this tunnel for quite a ways. It's trapped to oblivion, though, so be very careful."

"I get it, Simon. I know my job so you don't have to keep reminding me." She flashed him a withering glance before disappearing again. 

In the distance, he could hear her working and motioned to Jero, "We should wait until she calls for us to follow," Simon cautioned. After a few telltale clicks, Shiloh whistled to them. When they caught up with her at the end of a long corridor, she was standing before an iron gate, skillfully picking its lock.

"Something seems odd here, Simon," she spoke up. "I can see shadows on the floor moving. And do you smell that stench? Damn Jero, did something scare the shit out of you again?" 

Jero scowled at her, "Very funny, little coo. Do your job and get us through that door before I put you to work on your back."

"You and what army," Shiloh rolled her eyes before turning back to the gate. She traced a narrow wire up the jamb until it connected with a tiny vial. She plied her knife between the wire and jamb, neatly severing it before taking the vial. "Gas trap, pfft. Can't people come up with anything more original or challenging?"

As she opened it, the shadows she'd spotted on the floor coalesced, forming into several writhing puddles of thick, porous, golden sludge stiffly built up into an amoeba shape. They honed in on Shiloh, extending their oozing shape. She reacted swiftly; tumbling past their gelatinous puddles to the empty space beyond. "Keep them busy," she called out as she pulled out a scroll case. She knew she had a scroll containing a fire spell somewhere. Hopefully that would affect them. As she dug, she watched as the oozes attacked Simon and Jero, trying to latch their viscous appendages onto either of the two men. She knew from the larger gelatinous cubes she'd seen in the sewers that the goal of the ooze was to engulf and constrict, sucking the victims dry and leaving behind empty dry husks. She couldn't allow that. She knew Simon and Jero would have more success beating them back with their bludgeoning weapons than she would with her swords.

"I got it," she called, tumbling back into the fray. "I hope this works." From the scroll, she cast an arc of fire. Its flames engulfed the creatures, dehydrating their glutinous masses.

"Tell me you have more of those scrolls," Simon panted as he knocked the goop off the morningstar he'd had sheathed at his side.

"I have one more of those. I have a couple scrolls of fireball and one of firestorm. I'd rather not cast the firestorm one in such an enclosed area. We'd end up all burnt to a crisp." Shiloh approached another gate, quickly dispatching the trap and lock. It creaked loudly as it opened up into a natural cavern. A narrow stone formation crossed over a spring of clear crisp water. "This has to be under the castle."

"It is," Simon added as he followed her.

Trailing behind them, Jero grimaced, wrinkling his nose, "Uggghhh... Quite disgusting those jellies. And damn, they stink."

"Not worse than you," Shiloh shot back as she approached a third gate.

"I don't remember seeing these things here before," Simon commented as he watched her work on the next gate.

"You know, Simon, perhaps you should give orders to keep the tunnels in better shape. Once we're done, that is."

Rich laughter slipped from Simon's lips, "Oh, I could think of a few people I'd like to see cleaning this up."

Shiloh grinned back at him, "Like Asshole Benthur, perhaps."

Simon's grin easily matched Shiloh's. A wicked look crossed his face.

"Hehehe, whatever," Jero spoke up. "In a few days, we'll be far, far away from here, on a sunny beach, with plenty of gold and a well set wench on each arm."

Shiloh rolled her eyes at him, "Hope you pay them properly," she sneered before opening the gate. Another ooze slithered into view, its gelatinous tentacles wrapping around her leg. She squealed, trying to shake it off. She could feel its sucking hold on her even through the leather of her bodysuit. "Get this thing off me!"

Simon reacted, bashing its writhing form with his morningstar. It quivered, shooting another appendage at him. Shiloh slashed at it with her blade, knocking enough loose for her to pull away. She felt arms surrounding her, tossing her backwards. If not for her cat-like reflexes she was sure she'd have ended up flat on her ass. Readying the second stroll, she chanted the arcane words, unleashing fire and damnation on the oozing jelly. "Thank you, Simon. I could feel its hold on me. Ugh... now I smell like it."

"Don't worry, my lady. I will be your shining knight," he smiled fondly at her. "Besides, I'd be truly screwed if I lost you now. We're nearly there."

A small chuckle slipped from her lips, "Good to know I'm needed." She glanced away for a brief second, willing her chaotic thoughts to subside. She still didn't get him. How could be so sweet one second and then turn serious and business-like the next? She knew there was something sparking between them. He had to feel it, too. Please, gods, say he feels as I do. She wanted him. He could be what she'd always wanted. Please say this isn't a cruel joke. Simon held a torch aloft, scanning the area, "I think that was the last of those jellies. Up ahead is a door. Let's go."

Shiloh took point, picking the lock on a handsomely carved door. She'd have to remember this one and have it relocated to the castle proper once she was queen. She pushed the thought aside as she opened the door. It led to a circular staircase leading down. Further into the deep, we go, she mused.

At the bottom of the circular stair was a circular room. This she recognized. She glanced around, noting the outline of a hidden door she'd used before on her forays into the castle vaults. Simon joined her, "You are familiar with this part, are you not?"

"I am. I've been here before," she added as she looked around.

Simon strode into the center of the room, "I've been told these tunnels are the only connection between the castle and the city, well, apart from the castle gates, that is. There've been debates about whether your father had known about these tunnels and why he hadn't used them to escape."

Shiloh leveled a sneer upon him. "He knew. He'd rather sacrifice his own people than run from the Dhorn Army. It's sad, really, when you think about it. My mother took her own life. That's the saddest thing of all. She killed herself with a dagger. If only my damn greedy father had surrendered, she may still be alive. Surely the Emperor wouldn't have her executed."

"She may have become a political prisoner, but I suspect she would've been executed alongside your father." Simon replied. "What's done is done. From everything I've heard of her, she was an extraordinary woman and her loss is a tragedy, but that's war, my lady."

"The innocent always suffer in war," Shiloh quietly remarked. "Let's just move on. If I dwell on it, I'll get angry and we can't afford that right now."

Simon nodded, drawing her along with him as they set off through a series of winding and often crumbling tunnels which brought them out in a place Shiloh knew. She casually remarked on it as she picked her way around the rotting remains of her father's soldiers. She said a silent prayer for them as they continued on making their way into one of the lower basements she hadn't been in since way before the fall of the castle.

She knew the castle jail was ahead. It seemed to her that's exactly where they were headed as well. It made no sense. Why would her father hide that much coin in the jail area? He often housed prisoners down here. As they reached it, she strolled though the dungeon room, her eyes flicking over each and every instrument of torture. The bloody racks, the cages, whipping posts, the iron maiden and spiked press... Shiloh shivered in horror. How many unfortunate souls met their ends here at her father's command? She heard Simon slip up behind her, "The treasure's in the adjacent room behind the enchanted door."

"Enchanted door?" She replied as her vision blurred for a split second. She wiped the pooling tears from her eyes before she turned to Simon. "I have no recollection of this place. I knew my father could be ruthless and cruel, but seeing this... how could he? I don't remember that door, either. It's glowing red. I assume that's the enchanted part."

Jero spoke up, "This place is creepy. I'm surprised Benthur didn't install the equipment with his penchant for torture."

"There'd be vats of acid if it was Benthur," Shiloh interjected. "Trust me, I know. He caught me three times. The third time he tortured me. He whipped me, dropped me into vats of fire and ice. He nearly killed me and would have if it hadn't been for one General Beckett stopping him."

"Beckett was murdered a few months back," Jero spoke up. "Wonder if Benthur ordered it?"

Simon scoffed, "I wouldn't have put it past him. Anyway, these chambers remain as they were when we found them. They haven't been used to my knowledge, though. Now it's time to get into that vault."

Jero grinned, following Simon and Shiloh to the glowing edifice, "Well, our little coo has done an excellent job dealing with all the locks and traps. I'm sure that enchanted door won't give her any trouble."

Simon stood before the enchanted door. In a clear, concise voice, he spoke the words, "Terrcoria abris." The red glow receded as the door swung open to reveal a large room beyond, the stone floor covered with piles upon piles of gold coins.

"Jackpot!" Shiloh exclaimed.

"Oh yes, my lady. Did I lie?"

Jero bounced about giddily, acting like a kid, "Oh fuck, Simon. This is the motherlode!"

"Didn't I promise you as much, my old friend?"

Shiloh grabbed handfuls of gold, feeling them slip through her fingers and clink back to the floor below. The sound was sweet music to her ears. Even the fifth that Simon had promised her would go a long way to help her achieve her goals. "This is amazing, Simon. Holy fuck, makes me wonder what else Daddy dearest was hiding? I wonder how much his advisors knew."

He eyed her slowly, "We'll probably never know, my lady. So let's collect the gold. It'll take a while to stow it in the bags of holding we brought. We do not want to leave anything behind."

A few hours pass before the three thieves finished gathering up every last piece of gold, stowing the loot in the bags of holding Simon and Jero brought. Shiloh packed a full third of the gold on the floor into her portable hole, considering it her take.

Simon glanced around as he wiped the sweat from his brow, "I think that's all of it. Now to make our getaway. We go out the way we came in."

Jero danced a little jig around the empty room, whooping with glee, "Fuck, Simon, have you any idea how much gold I'm carrying right now?!? You are awesome, Simon. We have pulled off the heist of the century." The infectious grin he wore soon extended to Shiloh and Simon. "Fuck, with this money I could buy the entire city and the surrounding lands to boot."

He danced about some more, stopping only to plant sloppy kisses on both Shiloh and Simon. Quickly Simon pushed Jero away. "Twenty-five million gold coins minus Shiloh's cut of course will definitely go a long way, my friend," Simon grinned as well, reveling in his friend's enthusiasm.

Jero quipped, still grinning like a fool, "I'm gonna buy me a private island and retire with a bevy of wenches."

"You have that island already picked out, don't you?" Simon chuckled, "Oh, it was one of the smaller isles amongst the Kamarza Archipelago, correct?"

"That's it exactly, Simon." Jero grinned. "I am looking forward to being master of my own demesne."

Simon patted him on the back, "You will be, Jero. Lord Fetton, how does that sound?"

Jero whooped with glee once more, "Like 10 million gold coins, Simon."

Simon glanced back at the chamber beyond. "We should go. We've spent more than enough time here. We can discuss this more when we are out of here and on our way home."

The trio happily sped out of the dungeon and back towards the tunnels. As they stepped into a large room, the hairs stood up on Shiloh's neck. Something wasn't right. She could feel it. The darkness surrounding them disappeared in a flash of light, illuminating a full company of archers as well as Lord Commander Mortenson and Commander Benthur.

A curse slipped from Shiloh's lips. They were surrounded.

"Halt!" The grey haired commander shouted.

Jero cursed loudly as well before Simon stepped out in front of Shiloh, shielding her with his body, "Peron."

Arto grinned widely, looking akin to the cat that caught the canary, "Oh look, what a pleasant surprise. If it isn't my darling little Belara... Or perhaps I should say 'Princess Shiloh Aurelius.'" He beamed a sinister smile at her. "Well it is apparent these criminals are trying to steal the treasure. And look at who we have here? Lord Lyonson seems to be involved as well. What will your father say, Simon? This will shock His Grace, no doubt."

Peron frowned at Arto before turning his attention to Simon, "Please tell me this isn't true." Worry lines seemed to etch deeper into the older man's face.

"I certainly haven't come here because I enjoy the scenery." Simon retorted. He scanned the room, his gaze moving over each of the bowman. Much to his relief, he realized these weren't Benthur's specially picked men.

Peron shook his head. Never in all his days would he believe Simon could perpetrate such a crime. "But why?"

"Are you really that naïve, Peron? I would rather secure this gold before it falls into the hands of someone like Commander Benthur. Who's to say I'm not acting on behalf of His Grace?"

"His Grace would have informed me if that were so. You have committed a severe crime against the Empire, Simon. Not even I will be able to get you out of this." Peron stroked a weary hand over his careworn face. He knew the Emperor would never permit this.

Simon took a few steps forward. He could hear Jero cursing under his breath. And Shiloh moved up behind him, still using his bigger body as a shield. Though very tall for a woman, Simon stood a few inches taller than she. He hoped she would stay in his shadow. It would protect her from the worst if this stand-off went sour. "Step aside and let us pass, Peron. I can and will have both of you executed."

Peron shook his head. "You know I can't do that and you are in no position to be making threats of execution."

Simon glanced back at Shiloh, watching as she caressed the hilts of her weapons. He could see in her eyes what she was thinking. There were no shadows in the room for her to retreat into if this went bad, but he trusted in her skill that she would find a way to escape. Simon palmed his morningstar, "I'd hate to have to step over your corpse."

"And I'd hate to have to order my archers to fill you full of arrows."

A belly shaking laugh escaped from Simon's lips, "That's funny, Peron. You and I both know your troopers and archers can't hit the broad side of the castle with their bows. Besides I will have the heads of every last man who dares to fire at me and mine."

"Simon, please, think about what you're saying. You are willing to throw your life away for this. Stand down. I will not ask you again."

Arto stepped forward. "This is getting us nowhere, Peron. This is your last chance, Lyonson. Heed me now. Hand over the stolen gold and the Princess and I'll grant you a quick and painless death."

Simon paused for a moment before advancing another few steps. He'd reached the middle of the room. "You are the only one with a perhaps not so quick and perhaps very painful death in your future, Benthur. You forget your place. You have no authority over me. I will make sure His Grace drives that point painfully home for you. Now stand aside."

Arto's eyes narrowed dangerously. He'd teach Simon a thing or two about points being driven painfully home. "Archers! Aim and fire at will."

The argument between the three men had given Shiloh the time to dig into her scrolls. Just as Arto gave his command, she finished chanting the arcanum on the scroll, directing the spell's energy at Peron and Arto. The fiery orb hit Peron square in the chest, exploding viciously and knocking him off his feet. He was dead before he hit the ground. The force that impacted Peron slammed Arto into the wall. He slumped to the floor, singed, breathless, but nonetheless alive.




The Long Road To Ruin Ch. 50



Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

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Take it and take it and take it and take it and take it all 
Take it and take it and take it until you take us all 
Smash it and crash it and thrash it and trash it /You're only toys 
Try it you'll like it don't hide it don't fight it, just let it out 
Steal and shoot it and kill it or take another route 
Take it and take it and take it /You know they're only toys
~~~~ "Devour" - Shinedown
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The Great Escape

Shiloh glanced over at Simon, "What's in your head now?" She peered down into the darkness once more. "It could be a possible route of escape, though it's certainly too small for us."

He rubbed his jaw before extending the torch he held into the pit, illuminating the black hole. Shiloh moved closer to him, peering down as well. "There seems to be a hole at the bottom."

"I think you're right, but what good does a hole only big enough to fit an arm through do us?" She tapped her foot on the stone floor. "And what does it have to do with the idea you said you had?"

"Patience, woman," he groused before digging into his pack. After a few moments, he produced a scroll. "I procured this in case Alen needed it. He could cast certain spells from scrolls as well." He handed it to her. 

She perused it for a few minutes. "It's written in the divine language, Simon. I'll need some time to decipher it, but I'm sure I can cast it. From what I can make out, it seems to be some sort of polymorphing spell."

She sat down on the ground and from her portable hole pulled a small deciphering kit as well as some vellum and inks. Working quickly as possible she deciphered the divinum into their arcane counterparts, inscribing it onto the vellum. "We can use this. It's a Polymorph Self spell. Once I cast it, I can turn us into something small enough to crawl through that hole." Shiloh pursed her lips then let out a sudden laugh, smacking her forehead, "A rat. I can turn us into rats or mice, whichever." 

Simon chuckled, "I'm ready when you are."

"Shall I?" She leveled a brilliant smile upon him. 

He frowned as he gazed at the door, "Quit wasting time, Shiloh. I doubt it will be very much longer before Benthur finds someone who knows the password."

With a nod, she began to chant the arcanum she'd scribed into the vellum, feeling the spell's energy weave around them, changing them into two rats. She'd never been in a form different from her own. It felt odd to see the world from a vantage so small. With a squeak, she scaled down the side of the shaft and made for the hole at the bottom. It was a tight squeeze, even for creatures so tiny. 

The tunnel seemed to go on for quite a ways, twisting and turning. At the end of the tunnel was another hole, which led them into another tunnel of sorts made of natural stone. It was bigger, rough hewn as it dug out by some manner of creature with the ability to tunnel through stone. Shiloh wasn't sure where they were headed now. She only hoped they didn't end up in the lair of something that might think they were meals. 

She knew they had to find an exit. The spell's energy wouldn't hold out for very much longer. That much she was sure. Luck would have it that an intersecting burrow hole brought them out into a large natural cavern. She was sure this was beneath the castle, even lower than the lowest dungeon. She could recall some of the servants speaking of the caverns and how ice was stored within them during the warm dry season. 

She stretched as the spell wore off. What a relief to be back in her own skin, "Much better. It felt odd and cramped in a rat's body. I'm glad I found a way out of that tunnel. I thought we'd be eaten by something for sure." 

A chill settled on her bare skin. She shivered, turning to Simon. The sight of him stretching and flexing took her breath away. He seemed utterly unabashed about his nudity. She licked her lips, feeling her throat parch almost immediately. What a gorgeous man, she mused, feeling a warmth settle deep within her. He moved with an inherent grace she'd only seen in other rogues, but it was apparent he had the physique of a battle-hardened warrior. His shoulders were broad. His arms looked strong with corded muscles flowing down his biceps. His chest bore more than a few scars across his pecs. His belly was flat, his abs tight. He had lean hips and sculptured thighs. 

A soft moan slipped from her lips as her eyes zeroed in on his groin. She was no stranger by any means to the male form, but Simon left her breathless and wanting. While his cock lacked the length of someone like Rhys, he made up for it in girth. Shiloh quivered, watching him grow thicker and longer under her gaze. She closed the distance between them, her hands extending as if they had a mind of their own, and settled on his waist. "I see you are happy to see me," she quipped. 

A smirk crossed his handsome face as he let his eyes wander over her naked body, "You are a beautiful woman and you know how you affect men, my lady." His voice dropped to a low purr. "And I am definitely of a mind to take advantage of our fortuitous situation."

"Then what are we waiting for, my lord?" Shiloh ran her hands up his chest, skimming her thumbs over his nipples just to tease him before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He sucked in a hasty breath at the contact before pulling her against him. Mutual gasps slipped from their throats as the heat of his cock seared the soft flesh of her belly. He dipped his head, capturing her mouth in a breathtaking kiss. His lips were hard and insistent as his tongue pushed in to mingle with hers. He wasted no time running his hands up her back, before skimming them across her ribs to fondle the tender weights of her breasts. His thumbs stroked the nipples to taut peaks. He pinched so hard, Shiloh's body bowed against him as she whimpered in delight.

"I've wanted this ever since I watched you with my double," he whispered against her lips. "The carriage was only an appetizer."

A moan of excitement slipped from Shiloh's throat. He wasn't the only one who'd wanted this. Desire buried deep within her like a dormant seed in the cold, frozen earth surged forth and blossomed, taking control of her every thought... her every need. It took on a life of its own and she was powerless to stop it. It drove her. He would be hers. Her little mind worked furiously. She wanted more than just a fuck. She wanted him, body and soul, forever... for keeps. 

"How about another taste before we get to the main course?" Hungry blue eyes gazed up, meeting his, devouring him, and reflecting her need. 

Simon reciprocated with a growl of approval, his hips jerking against her, rubbing into her succulent heat. "By all means, my sweet," his voice dropped an octave, the sensuous purr sending ripples through her, increasing her hunger. 

Her lips brushed across his cheek to linger near his ear. She nibbled Simon's earlobe before dropping lower, working her way down his neck to his pecs. She found one of his pebbled nipples, sucking it between her lips, "I was thinking that after I've sampled these sweet buds, I'm going to suck something else into my mouth." 

Simon groaned, pressing into her sucking mouth. He was all for her greedy lips devouring his cock. He longed to quench this insatiable desire that she had stoked inside him. She was a fire in his blood. It had been too long since he'd seen to his own needs. Come hell or high water, not even the possibility of being captured would deter him.

Shiloh kept her eyes trained on his as she switched sides, rolling the first nipple between her thumb and forefinger while she sucked on the second one. She felt his cock swelling against her softness, thickening further. It desired her attention and she would not neglect it further. Dropping to her knees, ignoring the chill of the cold stone beneath her, she focused on the feast directly before her eyes. 

The cock before her was jutting out deliciously, a tiny drop of pre-come oozing from its tip. "Delectable," she blew a warm breath across the glans, watching as his length twitched. "What a scrumptious morsel."

She winked up at him before she drew his cock into her mouth. She alternated between long, languorous licks and deep, sultry sucking. Simon bucked his hips, squirming. He'd never felt anything like this before. He counted numerous lovers in his past, but none had taken him to such heights so quickly. He teetered on the precipice, listening to her suck and slurp, sensuous hums vibrating through him. When Shiloh moved one hand to fondle his heavy sacs, Simon moaned louder, thoroughly uncaring about the noise bouncing off the cavern walls, his eruption dangerously close. 

"Tastes as good as it looks," Shiloh murmured, kissing around the shaft. She placed little teasing licks here and there, feeling the velvety heat quiver beneath her tongue.

Simon hissed, his fingers caressing the back of her head, delving into the thick strands of her hair, "Don't stop! Oh, Gods, don't stop!" 

"What are you waiting for, my lord? You want this," Massaging his ball sac, Shiloh sucked the throbbing cock with all her strength, relaxing her throat to take him deep. She felt it swell, balls drawing up. 

Simon growled the word out, "Nnnnghhhh! Fuck!" Thick streams of creamy cum shot down Shiloh's greedy throat. She lapped and sucked, unwilling to miss savoring even the tiniest morsel of it. She moved both hands to the Simon's tight ass, clutching the taut cheeks firmly while she swallowed the offering she'd been craving. Strong sucks kept the flow coming, until Simon nearly collapsed to the stone floor. 

"Holy Empire," he panted breathlessly, watching as Shiloh slurped up the last of the juice, licking him clean. She released him as he slid bonelessly to his knees before her. 

She chuckled throatily, giving him the time to recover. Wordlessly she watched him, taking in the desire brewing in his half-open eyes. Now he would fuck her. She didn't care how and where, only that it was going to happen now. She didn't even care if he pounded her into the stone floor, only that he gave her what she'd been craving ever since she'd first kissed him. 

Shiloh's voice was husky with need. "Kiss me."

A heartbeat later, his mouth mashed her, kissing her with fervor. His hands were all over her, feeling her every lush curve. Nothing was left unexplored. His tongue plied her mouth open, plunged into it and swept over her palate as if he had been yearning for it for a long time. Strong hands moved to her breasts and toyed with her nipples, his nails raking them gently to torment her. As their kissing grew more heated, his hand strayed down her belly to the moist triangle between her legs. She groaned, which made him bolder. His fingers curled over her mound, dripping in to find her wet, warm folds. Her moan of wanting shook her entire body. 

"Someone's very wet," he murmured against her lips, his fingers teasing the swollen nub he found nestled between her nether lips.

"Gods, Simon," she shuddered.

She groaned as he delved deeper, two fingers now thrust deep within her channel, finding that spot just within. She allowed her head to loll back, opening herself to him completely, allowing him full access. His cock swelled against her thighs, hard as steel.

"AH!" she cried, arching her back as he slid down her body to the juncture of her shapely thighs. His tongue swept between her folds and found that little button of pleasure which would turn her into a writhing mass. Her fingers reached down and entwined in the dark blond silk of his hair. His mouth soared to the same temperature as his cock, hot. He burned into her, her wetness all that seemed to keep her from catching fire. His tongue lapped at her in long, languorous strokes, circling each time as it ended at her clit. His fingers twisted within her, she thought the number was now three. He stretched her tightness gently, preparing her for his imminent invasion.

She spread her legs wider, groaning with abandon, as this gorgeous man devoured her. His mouth latched onto her, sending her head spinning as the climax approached. His teeth captured her bud and his tongue relentlessly flicked it as his fingers drove into her harder. Relentless, he did not let up. He released her clit and abandoned her pussy with his fingers, only to replace fingers with tongue. Cupping her buttocks with his palms, he actually lifted her hips up to his mouth, drinking from it as he would a bowl. She shuddered, moaning as another climax chased the first.

Again, and again, Simon brought her effortlessly to climax. When she thought she couldn't take any more, he proved to her that she could, heating the liquid fire that coursed through her veins to a fever pitch as she continuously cried out in release after release. It took her long moments to realize he'd stopped. He was braced above her, staring down with a gorgeous smile as her body continued to convulse even without his touch. 

He had ravaged her with his lips and tongue. He had taken her to heights she hadn't ever known existed. And he did it with a gentleness she has scarcely thought possible. At last she calmed enough to look up at him, to meet the steady gaze of those smoldering blue eyes. He waited until her body was still, so long that she wondered if something was wrong.

Then he pounced. That thick, hard, gorgeous cock slammed into her. Her body, still reeling from countless climaxes, proved up to the challenge. She took him inside, her inner walls clenching. At last he groaned as he sank to the hilt, his slim hips thudding into hers. Her arms threw about his torso, her hands splaying over the small of his back and his firm buttocks.

His hips moved. Jabbing. Rotating. Slamming. She groaned, experiencing one, long, rolling orgasm which beat in tune to his thrusts, grew more intense with each slide of his rod within her walls. She clawed at him, glorying the moment, demanding release, milking him for his own peak. Simon's cock swelled in her depths, so furiously thick, burgeoning, but very welcome. She creamed from the assault, her pussy clasped desperately on his hungry shaft. He pulled back slowly, almost to his cockhead. Shiloh swooned. The pleasure made her toes curl.

Shiloh lost her breath, tightening the walls of her cunt. Simon swore. He lost his restraint from the impact and lunged into her, pummeling, thrusting, and slamming animalistically like a beast who just answered his primal instinct. She moaned in his ear, feeling the ecstasy become so wicked it drove her even higher. Shiloh grabbed his shoulders, bracing against the forceful impact of his hammering thrusts.

"Sweetness," Simon purred as he savaged her pussy, brutalizing her to the point that Shiloh could feel only fire, could see only stars, immaculate, white and pure. She soared to the sky. Free. Orgasm claimed her like a jealous mistress. Hard. Long. And mind-blowing. When she crashed back into the earth, she found Simon was staring at her with a wicked smile plastered on his face. His cock was still hard inside her, rigid and unspent. 

"You didn't?" she asked him.

Simon grinned down at her, "You can't possibly finish me this fast. I love fucking. I could go on and on and on. Besides I want to take you to heights you've only dreamed of, darling."

"You already have," Shiloh purred, reveling in their lust. Simon chuckled at her audacity before he began the assault anew. With his head and shoulders thrown back, he gave all of himself to their wondrous tryst. It wasn't much longer before his beautiful face was screwed into a grimace of pleasure as his lower half pounded into her. Shiloh cried again, arching her own back, wrapping her legs about his waist. This time, he joined her in release, his cry echoing through the cavern as he burst within her. It was never ending. It was glorious. Shiloh rode the crest of pleasure even as her body wracked in convulsions, squeezing everything she could out of her oh so generous lover.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs onto the cold cavern floor. Shiloh could feel it seeping into her back as Simon's weight pressed her down. It was uncomfortable, but so worth it to have him this close. Any discomfort was well worth it, she decided. She didn't want to let him go. They cuddled and kissed for several long minutes before Simon finally pulled away. 

"We should probably find a way out of here, sweetness. You were everything I'd dreamed you'd be and so much more. I must be a lucky man." A radiant smile crossed his face as he reluctantly pulled away from her. 

"I could say the same for you, Simon. It's been a long time since I've felt like that. Can I keep you?" Shiloh winked as she pulled herself to her feet. Her legs were shaky at first, but after a few moments, she stood firmly on her own two feet before him.

Simon grinned at her cheekiness, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She stretched, returning his grin. A soft glow still lingered on her skin and she had to the look of a thoroughly satisfied woman, "Very much so, my lord."

"The idea isn't without its merits, Shiloh. Of course, you'd have to come back to Dhorn with me. I think I could be persuaded to bring you along, if only for the benefits of pleasure. But that's a conversation for whenever we get out of here." He glanced around, looking for their packs. Curiously, the floor was as bare as they were. A rich laugh escaped his throat. "I believe our things didn't meld into the spell you cast. I bet they are still on the vault floor."

Shiloh shook her head, "Fuck. Me. Wouldn't you know it?"

"Come along, my lady. We'll find where this goes and see if we can find a way out of here. Perhaps we can double back and make our way to the vault without being caught. If not, I'll reimburse you for everything lost," Simon smiled at her. "You wouldn't happen to know where we are under the castle or where it leads to."

Shiloh rubbed her jaw as she looked around. "This may be where the servants stored ice or cold food items during warmer months. I know there was a larger cavern near a cold underground spring where they stored things as well, but I'm not sure how close we are to that. I think if we head west out of this cavern, we should come to the refuse shaft. I bet we could climb up it into the basements. From the basements, I know I can get us out." 

"Lead the way then. I'll be right behind you." A smirk crossed his handsome face. 

Shiloh gave a sultry laugh, "Enjoying the view the whole way, huh?"

...

Hours passed as they wandered through the caverns and basements of the castle, searching for the way out. Conversation was light as they crept by hordes of giant spiders, giant lizards, rats and more oozes. Then finally Shiloh directed them into an area that she knew very well. She gazed down a long corridor knowing it would take them to the kitchens. 

As they entered the vast kitchens, now unused and still littered with decaying bodies, they found themselves confronted by two of Benthur's men. Simon eyed them speculatively. "So you are telling me that you mean to arrest me? Here I am, a man with not even a loincloth on, and you are arresting me. Do you really think for one moment that the Emperor would take Benthur's word over mine? Think carefully. If you arrest me, I will see you hanged, drawn and quartered. Your families will be disgraced and imprisoned." 




The Long Road To Ruin Ch. 50



The soldier's backed off, though one dithered back and forth. "The Commander said you would say something to that effect, Lord Lyonson. He told me if that was the case then my orders would be to subdue by any means necessary. Commander Benthur wants the Princess."

Shiloh's brow furrowed, her mind racing. If only she had her swords. She knew she could make quick work of these two. Certainly defeating them would be a breeze. She chuckled as she realized she could use her state of undress at her advantage. 

Abruptly she let out a squeal and dropped to the grimy wooden floor. She spread her legs, exposing her nether parts to the soldiers, "Ouch! I think something bit me." She tenderly caressed her nether lips, feeling around for the non-existent insect bite. 

Both soldiers gaped out, slack-jawed as they were distracted by her charms. It gave Simon the chance to steal a longsword from one of the guards. Quickly, he slammed the blade into the gut of one of them, twisting and yanking upwards, shredding armor as well as the man's soft gut. He gurgled and spit blood, collapsing to the floor near Shiloh. 

She rolled out of the way as Simon engaged the other guard. It soon became obvious that the guard was no match for Simon, who parried the guard's every strike before landing a hit of his own each time. The guard's footwork was sloppy, his attacks were weak and it seemed he lacked the smarts to dodge. Signaling to Simon, Shiloh crawled behind the guard, tripping him and allowing Simon to deliver the killing blow, a slash across the guard's exposed throat. 

Quickly Simon stripped that guard of his armor and clothing, dressing himself while Shiloh watched. She winked at him, "Such a pity that you have to cover yourself. I was enjoying the view." 

He grinned at her, "Sorry to disappoint you, my sweet. Do you think we would be able to find you something to clothe yourself in around here somewhere?"

Shiloh glanced around, "Hmmmm... well, if we take those stairs over there up a couple levels, we come to the wing where my old rooms were. I cleaned my closet out several months ago when I broke in here, but I recall I stashed a dress my father didn't like in my maid's closet. Now if it isn't in there, perhaps I can salvage something that used to be hers. Maybe this time I'll even locate her body."

Simon cocked an eyebrow, "Why are you concerned if you find her body or not?"

Shiloh flashed a dirty look at him, "Because she just wasn't my maid, Simon. She was also my half-sister. She had a twin named Shanna. I found Shanna's body and used a rod of resurrection to bring her back to life, but it saddened me that I couldn't find Shira. Shanna and Shira's mother ran the kitchens and my father had been having an affair with her for many, many years. Shanna's the only real family I have left. It'd be nice to find Shira, not that I currently have my rod."

"That's very noble of you to want to bring her back, sweetness, but you might run into the fact that it's been quite a while since she died and maybe her soul won't want to come back. Maybe you should leave well enough alone. I know that isn't what you want to hear, but it's the truth." A look of compassion graced his handsome face. In her heart, Shiloh knew he was right.

"I know, Simon. We should hurry. I have no doubt that Benthur will keep sending men after us, if he truly wants me bad enough. Makes me want to kill that bastard even more," She headed for the stairs, making her way upwards.

As they made their way to Shiloh's old rooms, she glanced around the empty hallways. A chill settled over her, reminding her of how much she missed this place and how much she'd lost. "Being here again, it gives me the creeps. I half expect ghosts to be wandering around. And it kills me to see this place in such a dilapidated state."

"I'm actually surprised that the upper floors haven't come down completely. Our men are always very accurate when it comes to destroying things." Simon replied as he caressed her hand, leading her past the decaying remains of a few soldiers.

"I can't believe they left the bodies here, though, just to rot." Shiloh shook her head as angry tears flooded her eyes. 

Simon stroked her arm, comforting her tenderly. "I expect those were Benthur's orders to leave the bodies where they fell. It is a terrible disregard for human life, though. I'd have made sure all the bodies had been removed and burnt to prevent disease, but we know Benthur's a heartless prick. Besides, Shiloh, one day you may be glad that the castle's still standing. It's a lot cheaper to repair a structure of this size than building one from scratch."

She flashed a watery smile at him, "To be honest, I'm glad that the castle's still here. It's my last connection to my past, so to say."

He eyed her thoughtfully, "Do you not strive to become Queen of Betancuria?"

"I will be Queen someday. I've been thinking about that so much as of late. It's the only way Betancuria will find peace. I realize it all comes down to marrying the right person and then convincing the Emperor that I'm nothing like my idiot father."

"It isn't that unrealistic. You'd have to marry the right man. Lord Commander Mortenson would have made a proper match, for example. As your husband, he could justify his reign over Betancuria. And you wouldn't have to hide anymore." Simon replied, watching her face carefully.

"Oh hells no, there is no way in the nine fucking hells that I'd marry an old fart like Mortensen or a crazy bastard like Benthur." Then she winked at him, "I'd marry you, though."

Simon chuckled, "Is that a threat, my sweet?"

Shiloh playfully smacked him, "It might be. Seriously though, Simon, think about it. Let's assume for a moment that I'm serious. Would you?"

The blonde man grinned before stroking his chin. He looked her up and down for a moment. "I don't know. I'd have to think about it. 'Twould most likely annoy half the realm to no end, which might make it worth it."

Shiloh's eyes flashed dangerously, "Oh, so it's okay to fuck me, but like any man you evade like crazy when asked a serious question. I see how you are." She flounced away almost angrily, though truth be told, his answer stung her pride and broke her heart.

Simon caught up with her, pulling her into what used to be Shiloh's library, "What's wrong, Shiloh?" He wore a puzzled expression on his handsome face. 

"Everything is wrong. I just want out of here. Being here is so hard, ya know. Everyone I ever loved is dead and gone," she hung her head, not wanting to admit how much his answer hurt her.

Simon pulled her into his arms, "It's more than that, Shiloh. Talk to me."

She shook her head, "Maybe, though why I thought you were different from every other asshole male is beyond me. You'd think I'd learn by now that sex is all any of you want and to the hells with everything else."

"Is that what this is all about? Sweetness..."

"Do not fucking call me that! I was being serious." She pulled away, slapping his hands aside. 

He watched her closely as the emotions ran across her lovely face, "I don't know what you want me to say, Shiloh. I guess in some things I really am a romantic at heart. Did I ever tell you that the one woman I loved more than anything died in childbirth, my daughter as well?"

Shiloh nodded her head, "You mentioned that. So who was Catalynne to you?"

"Someone my father arranged for me to marry. I felt a mild affection for her, but I doubt I could ever say I loved her. I mourned her death, but that was it. You have your whole future ahead of you, sweetness. All I'm saying is it would be something to consider, but before we marry or any of that, we have to get out of here. So where was your maid's room?" 

"It's the room on the other side of this one," Shiloh dried her eyes before sneaking out of the library. She made her way into what was Shira's room and opened the armoire. She dug through the dresses until she found the one she was looking for at the very back. Hastily she dressed before searching for stockings and shoes to go with it. She recalled that Shira had a pair of nice black kidskin boots. Shiloh found those in the bottom of the armoire. 

Once she was fully dressed, she pulled out a heavy red woolen cloak and layered that over her dress. She then turned to Simon, "Ready whenever you are."

Simon nodded, motioning for her to lead the way out. From her old rooms, Shiloh led him back down to the kitchens through the servant's quarters and lower west wing to the grand entrance hall. The fountain that once bubbled with water now sat empty. Shiloh shook her head as she directed him past the main double doors to a smaller set off to the side. She figured the main door might be guarded, but the postern door probably wouldn't be.

To her relief, she had chosen correctly. Once outside in the yard, she led him back towards the gardens where she knew to be an escape route. They crept through the shadows, avoiding many of Benthur's men and their dogs. Much to her surprise, the ladder still stood against the wall. She knew they'd be able to use it to climb over the wall. Though she didn't relish diving into the moat, it was the only way out. Freedom was within their grasp.

"This way," Shiloh smiled as she led him towards the ladder, but they didn't get far. Three heavily armed commandos wearing black and red armor manifested from seemingly thin air, surrounding them. Shiloh let out a foul curse. An older man with grey hair and sharp features seemed to be in charge of the three. He calmly trained an eye on Simon and Shiloh, studying both briefly.

The he slowly lifted a hand up, "Hold on. We mean no harm." A smile crossed his aged features as he turned his gaze solely upon Simon. "M'lord Lyonson. I'm glad that we have finally found you. We've been searching everywhere for you."

Shiloh noticed the change in Simon's body language immediately as he seemed to move from high alert to casual indifference within the span of a few breaths. His face took on a calmer visage, "Commander Klennard, if I'm not mistaken?" Simon spoke up, relaxing even further.

Shiloh remained rigid, though. The fight or flight reflex hummed through her, sparking through her synapses and setting her nerve endings on fire. She didn't like being surrounded by this many Dhorn soldiers, even if Simon did know them. She couldn't be too careful, especially without any weapons. 

"Indeed. I am glad to see you here, Your Lordship. And alive and in one piece, at that," Klennard replied with a look of relief on his face.

Simon stepped forward, placing himself between Shiloh and Klennard's men, "I am glad that you feel that way, Commander."

"It will undoubtedly please you to learn that we have secured your equipment, Your Lordship. One of my men has already taken it back to the hunting lodge." Klennard stated before addressing Shiloh, "I assume these items belong to you?" He motioned to one of the other men, who handed Shiloh a satchel containing the things which had been left behind in the vault room due to the polymorphing spell. 

She quickly glanced over the items within, making a quick mental tally, sighing with great relief as she spied the black scrap of cloth. Thank the stars, her portable hole was within her things. "Yes, my good man, these are the things I'd left behind in the vault room. My thanks."

Simon raises his eyebrow at the man, "You've been to the vault room, Commander?"

"Yes, we have. Your Lordship, I do not have to tell you of the consequences, should your involvement in the affair at the treasury become public. His Grace has explicitly stated that he wishes all necessary actions are taken in order to keep the situation under control."

A grin crossed Simon's handsome face, "You mean my father's afraid that his enemies might use this little theft against him."

Klennard held a neutral look as he gazed upon Simon, "I only serve the Emperor, Your Lordship. It is not my place to question His orders."

"I suppose that's true. Not many are willing to risk questioning my father's orders," Simon replied, turning towards Shiloh as he spoke. He watched as a wide range of emotions flickered across her face. Shock, disbelief, anger, uncertainty and finally what he thought might have been acceptance flashed through her features as he was sure he could hear the wheels turning in her mind. 

Shiloh took a step or two backwards, her jaw working as the clues her brain pieced together hit her like a ton of bricks. "To the hells with you, Simon. You fucking bastard. You never thought at any point during this little escapade that maybe it would be important to tell me the truth. To tell me you're Emperor Dhorn's son."

Simon eyed her calmly, a tiny smirk gracing his face at her outburst. He adored her spitfire nature. "His fourth-born, yes."

Accusing sapphire eyes flashed, "How could you not tell me?"

"Maybe because I knew this would be your reaction. Just calm down, will you?" Simon replied, gritting his teeth and praying her strident voice hadn't brought Benthur's men racing after them.

"Oh, fuck you and your cheap answer," she retorted, as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "I suppose I should have seen it coming. Part of me suspected it. I guess I just didn't want to see the truth that was right in front of me the whole time. Just don't be thinking I'm going to bow down and kiss your ass. It doesn't change a thing."

"I wouldn't dream of asking you to bow down, sweetness," he purred at her, winking.

Shiloh scoffed at him as her brain worked furiously over her plans to seize the Betancurian throne for herself. As Simon and Klennard continued talking, she was busying plotting. Their earlier conversation replayed in her head, "Do you not strive to become Queen of Betancuria?"

"I will be Queen someday. I've been thinking about that so much as of late. It's the only way Betancuria will find peace. I realize it all comes down to marrying the right person and then convincing the Emperor that I'm nothing like my idiot father."

"It isn't that unrealistic. You'd have to marry the right man. Lord Commander Mortenson would have made a proper match, for example. As your husband, he could justify his reign over Betancuria. And you wouldn't have to hide anymore." 

"Oh hells no, there is no way in the nine fucking hells that I'd marry an old fart like Mortensen or a crazy bastard like Benthur." Then she winked at him, "I'd marry you, though."

Simon chuckled, "Is that a threat, my sweet?"

Shiloh playfully smacked him, "It might be. Seriously though, Simon, think about it. Let's assume for a moment that I'm serious. Would you?"

The blonde man grinned before stroking his chin. He looked her up and down for a moment. "I don't know. I'd have to think about it. 'Twould most likely annoy half the realm to no end, which might make it worth it."

Shiloh grinned as she focused back on Simon once more, still engrossed in the conversation with Klennard, who was rubbing his chin as he spoke, "My men are going to erase all evidence that you've been here, Your Lordship. We are going to guide you back to your estates in Dhorn, making sure nobody in Betancuria spots you."

Simon cocked an eyebrow, "Erase all evidence means you'll kill Mortenson's men?"

Klennard nodded, "With the exception of Commander Benthur. By your father's wish, he's going to take Lord Commander Mortenson's place in the city. Peron's body has already been cremated."

"Simon," Shiloh spoke up. "I need to speak to you. Now."

"One moment, my darling. Klennard, you do realize that Benthur tried to kill me, yes? Just how do you think my father will respond to that tidbit of information? I highly doubt he'd reward such a criminal. In fact, I believe he'd be downright displeased." 

"I suppose that will be up to your father to decide. As it stands now, Commander Benthur will state that a group of local thieves tried to steal the treasure from Castle Betancuria's vault, and begin a thorough investigation. He also insisted that the Princess is brought to him as well."

Simon's eyebrow cocked a bit higher, "Benthur insisted? Is that so?"

"Simon," Shiloh repeated, her voice lowering to a near hiss. "NOW!"

Simon brushed her off momentarily as Klennard spoke again, "Commander Benthur means to marry the Princess. His Grace has given His consent already. The marriage might help restore order and peace in Betancuria."

"Excuse me, but Commander Benthur will never pacify Betancuria. The only thing such a marriage will result in is my death." Shiloh blurted out before she turned to Simon, her eyes blazing righteous fury, "You promised me. I will not marry that man. Now, I think you and I need to have a little private discussion and don't you dare ignore me again." She angrily strode a few dozen paces away from the small group. She entered the gardener's shed, brushing away the thick cobwebs dangling from the ceiling.

"What is wrong with you, Shiloh? Are you trying to get us killed?" Simon accused as he entered a few moments later.

"Don't you even dare speak to me like that! Dammit, Simon, I trusted you. And you repay me like this. Well, I have news for you. I will not be led like a lamb to the slaughter. I will not stand idly by and let that bastard claim what is rightfully mine." She retorted, her face still full of fury. Her eyes flashed dangerously. 

"If you hadn't shot off your mouth and stormed off the way you always do, you'd have heard Klennard's response. He wasn't charged with bringing you to Benthur. He said and I quote, 'If you haven't seen the Princess, neither have we.' You can't let your anger rule you, sweetness."

"Don't even try to sweet talk me." She stuck out her lower lip, pouting as she brought her arms and crossed them in front of her heaving chest, tucking her hands beneath her armpits. 

He chuckled, "You are quite the little hellcat, aren't you? I do believe I shall have such fun trying to tame you."

"No man will ever tame me, Simon," she stuck her tongue out at him.

An amused smile crossed his face, "So what did you need to speak to me about, my sweet?"

Shiloh stopped glaring at him long enough to rein in her chaotic thoughts. She paced back and forth across the width of the small shed. "I had a thought as Commander Klennard was saying he would see you safely back to your estates in Dhorn. To the point, you are your father's fourth son, correct?"

Simon nodded his head, "Yes, I have 3 older brothers, though one of them in the High Cleric of Dhorn and not in line for the throne."

"So that leaves two ahead of you and from what I understand, your father is far from relinquishing his throne to his heir, correct? So what if you didn't have to stand in line to assume a throne of your own? I don't know if that's even something you've ever wanted, but if it were within your grasp, why not take it? As for me, I'm a princess in need of a husband, but I can't accept anyone less than a prince. I need someone with the clout to get me before your father. I think you and I can come to an arrangement that will be beneficial to both of us. It would mean we would have to marry, but given the amazing chemistry between us it won't be a hardship for either of us. You'd then be able to thwart Benthur's plans and fulfill your promise to me. I'd be able to reclaim my rightful throne and bring peace to Betancuria. We can do this, Simon."

"So am I a means to an end for you, Shiloh?" Simon asked, gazing upon her thoughtfully. 

"No, Simon, just no. I wouldn't use you like that. I just can't even begin to imagine a future without you in it. I know you probably won't believe me, but I swear to you I'm telling you the truth. It took me a while to believe it myself. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. Why do you think I got so damned upset earlier in the castle when we spoke of marrying?"




The Long Road To Ruin Ch. 50



Simon stepped closer, gathering her into his arms. "Look me in the eye and tell me."

Her sapphire eyes met his, "I love you and I can't live without you." 

He nodded before he bent his head, capturing her lips in a spectacular kiss. "Damn, sweetness, how can a man say no to that?"

She smiled at him before she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her arms tightened around him, as if she was holding on for dear life. 

"You know you will have to accompany me to my father's court and we'll have to convince him to allow us to marry. I'll do everything I can to protect you, but if he rules against us and hands you over to Benthur, there isn't much I'll be able to do to stop it."

Shiloh nodded, "I am aware of that. If that comes to pass, I don't think I'll live for very long after the wedding. I figure that Arto will parade me in front of the citizens of Betancuria long enough to appease them and once I'm no longer needed, he'll kill me. That is if I don't murder him first."

"My father is a reasonable man. More so than yours ever was. I do believe I can get him to listen to me."

"I'll have to convince him I'm not like my father. I figure I'll have to make the concession of ruling Betancuria with you under his banner, but hopefully he'll see fit to allow us to make the laws. I do know that I want the overwhelming presence of the soldiers to be gone. Having a standing army is one thing, but enough is enough." Shiloh replied. "I suppose we can discuss more of our game plan on the voyage to Dhorn."

"That we can, my sweetness." He took her hand, "Shall we rejoin Commander Klennard?"

Shiloh nodded, "Oh, before we go anywhere, I have to go back to my companions and let them know what's going on. I don't relish having Vico dogging my steps all the way to Dhorn if I don't."

"We should be able to do that. Shall we?"

...

Simon grasped hold of Shiloh's hand, leading her back to Commander Klennard and his men. "There has been a slight change of plans, Commander. My lady is going to be accompanying back to my estates, but before we can leave with you we have a stop to make."

Klennard's brow furrowed as he was momentarily taken aback. "Your Lordship, do you think that is truly wise?" 

"Yes, I do think it is wise," Simon leaned in close to Klennard, dropping his voice to a near whisper. "The lady and I have been intimate for some time now. She may be with child. I can't in good conscience turn her loose or over to Commander Benthur. I know my father will be pleased if I finally settle down again and grant him a grandchild."

Klennard eyed Simon critically, "And why didn't you mention this before?"

"What kind of man would I be if I didn't try to protect my lady's virtue? I'm going to tell you something that very few people know. Before the fall of Betancuria, before King Aurelius sought to turn Min-Toras against Dhorn and marry Shiloh to the exiled Prince Daryl, there were negotiations between Rolan and my father. Those negotiations pledged Shiloh's hand to me, so you see I am merely claiming what is rightfully mine. I have faith that my father will bless our union."

"For your sake, Your Lordship, I hope he does," the commander replied. "Now, shall we move out?"

...

To Be Continued



The Long Road To Ruin Ch. 51



Author's Note: I'm getting close to the end of this beast, a few more chapters is all that is left to be written. It has been an immensely wonderful time spent. I've gone through extreme bouts of writer's block, financial woes, and even a mental breakdown or two. This story has been a labor of love. Shiloh has been somewhat of a lifeline for me, in that I could exorcise my own demons through her bat-shit craziness. I thank all my readers for sticking with me on this journey. It still seems like there's still a long ways to go, but I can see the end of the road in sight. 

Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Ni'as, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.

... ...and the road becomes my bride I have stripped of all but pride/so in her I do confide and she keeps me satisfied/gives me all I need ~~~ "Wherever I May Roam" -- Metallica

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Converging Roads

Before the small group made their way from the castle grounds, Shiloh returned to the gardener's shed, changing out of the black dress and into her armor. She wasn't sure where she'd find Pia and Vico, but assumed they'd still be near the old hunting lodge. She knew Simon would be returning to the lodge in order to gather his belongings that Klennard had sent there before they began to journey to Dhorn by ship. She wasn't sure how Vico would react to being surrounded by the contingent of Dhorn soldiers so it would be up to her to make sure Vico didn't do anything stupid. That might be easier said than accomplished, though. She figured the blackguard would insist on accompanying her to the Dhorn kingdom. That was well and good just as long as Pia was with them. She knew she would need the bard along with her, if she hoped to retain any semblance of sanity. 

Shiloh looked back one last time at the castle and its once majestic grounds she'd spent her life in. It seemed almost surreal that when she next saw it, she would be returning as queen. Her mind still reeled. A small part of her almost couldn't believe Simon had agreed to her daring scheme. Just to think that he would become her husband... well if everything happened according to plan. She hoped it would. She wanted him like no other. She was so close to realizing a dream and fervently prayed to the gods that it wouldn't disappear like a puff of smoke. 

No alarms were raised as each of them slipped over the wall, shimmying down a rope Klennard had in place. She was pleased that she wouldn't be taking a dive into the cold depths of the moat either as one of Klennard's men was a druid with the ability to manipulate the earth around him into a natural bridge that when no longer needed was easily dismissible, therefore leaving behind no trace of their escape. It also pleased her when a carriage pulled by a pair of matched greys which had been hidden on the far side of an abandoned house was driven over to collect them. Shiloh was happy to be out of the rain, even if it meant sharing the conveyance with five other people. To her delight, it was roomier than the average carriage. She didn't mind tight spaces, not when it brought her this close to Simon, but with this many people. Thank the gods for small blessings, she mused. Snuggling into his side was so very nice. 

After the carriage had traveled a few miles, it stopped almost suddenly, jerking the occupants forward. Simon let out a soft curse while Shiloh grabbed onto him to keep from landing on the floor at Klennard's feet. The Commander rapped his knuckles on the wall, his face displaying a look of sheer annoyance, as he called up to the driver, "Why have we stopped?"

The answer came in the form of the door being jerked open violently as a darkly cloaked intruder lunged inside. With teeth bared, the assailant tossed back the hood of his cloak, bringing his sword to bear against Simon's throat. Shiloh gasped as the red tinged blade tip of Kinslayer rested at the blonde prince's Adam's apple. Tense seconds passed before she found her voice, "Vico, stop it! Simon and these men aren't going to hurt me."

The blackguard turned his gaze to her, slightly lowering the blade, "And just where in the hells have you been? And where do you think you're going?"

"I don't think I have to answer to the likes of you, but if you must know, I'm going to get my kingdom back."

A startled gasp came from the door. Shiloh peered past Vico, her eyes settling upon Pia as well as Alfons. "Shiloh," the bard spoke up. "Not to sound negative, but do you really think that is the right course of action? Shouldn't you be concentrating on rescuing Master Nathan?"

Simon glared up at Vico, pushing the blade further away from his body, "If you are still seeking the release of the old tavern keeper and the workers that weren't killed in the attack, I am your best option for that."

"And just who are you?" Alfons spoke up as he suspiciously eyed Simon.

"I am Lord Simon Lyonson, fourth son of His Eminent Majesty, Eadric Kirkland Lyonson, Emperor of Dhorn. I am also Princess Shiloh's betrothed."

Rage flashed through Vico's eyes as he raised his sword to Simon's throat once more, "Give me one reason why I shouldn't gut you?"

"My death will not bring the release of the people you seek. In fact, it might make it worse for them, and for you. These men will not suffer you to live if you spill my blood. Now, lower your blade and let us speak like the civilized adults we are," Simon replied as his blue eyes turned dark and cold towards to the blackguard and though the delivery of his words were most eloquent, Shiloh could feel the rage simmering below the surface. 

She rolled her eyes, "Vico is more or less a wild dog when it comes right down to it. I doubt being civil is part of his repertoire, darling."

Dark eyes flashed as the blade lowered. He stormed out of the conveyance as swiftly as he'd entered with vile curses slipping from his lips. An uneasy silence descended upon them for a few moments before Alfons spoke again. "We've been looking for you for days, Shiloh! The whole city's buzzing with Dhorn searching for you!"

"Of that I have no doubt. It's that damned Benthur. I know I have some explaining to do and I will. We were coming to find Pia and Vico. I have a plan."

Alfons nodded slowly, "Did you find out anything about Nathan's whereabouts?"

"I did. Nathan, Chella, Mando, Jacia and a few others are on a ship heading for Westwood. They'll be taking them to a place called the Isle of Prisoners. From what Simon has told me that place is heavily guarded and nigh impregnable so a tactical rescue may not be possible. However, as I said, I have a plan."

"How does sacrificing yourself figure into their release?" Pia spoke up as her teeth worried her bottom lip. 

"I assure you, dear lady, Shiloh will be safe in my company. I know I can reason with my father," Simon spoke up, flashing Pia a genial and reassuring smile. The bard nodded, relaxing visibly as she turned her gaze back to Alfons.

"The rest of the Family is holed up in a ruined house a short distance to the west. If you are serious about this harebrained plan, whatever it may be, then we need to regroup and decide who amongst us is going with you. And don't give me that look, Shiloh. You are too important to us to risk, despite what your new betrothed might claim," replied the bushy bearded man. 

Shiloh chuckled, "You really are an old bear, aren't you, Alfons? Just listen to your growling. I do agree with you. That is why I was hoping to find you. Shall we? There might be room in here for you and Pia."

Pia squeezed in next to Shiloh with an uneasy expression of being surrounded by the Dhorn soldiers on her lovely face, but Alfons declined, preferring to be on the outside of the carriage beside the driver. A heavy thunk told her that Vico had chosen the footman's stand at the rear of the conveyance. Alfons directed the driver to a run-down building not far away which may once have been a roadhouse, cautioning Shiloh to allow him to enter first as not to cause a panic to those who were hiding within. Shiloh, Simon, Pia, Klennard and his men filed out, waiting alongside Vico for Alfons' signal, which came a few minutes later. 

The small house buzzed with various members of the Family. It looked to Shiloh like pretty much everybody who is left had come. She took hold of Simon's hand, leading him into their midst alongside Pia and Alfons. An uneasy feeling slithered down her spine, wondering just how wise it was for all of them to be in one place at the same time. What if Arto Benthur attacked them? She knew it was necessary to let everyone know what was going on, but it didn't make her feel any better. 

A hush fell upon the room as Alfons joined Shiloh and Simon, closely followed by Pia and Vico. Alfons looked upon all that had gathered, his gaze settling upon Drago, Yance, Pett, Simo, Dara, Kenny, Dalino, Taka, Cynn, Perto, Lenton and Cata as well as a group of thugs he didn't recognize. He mulled over their presence for a few moments before he directed his attention to everyone. "Is everyone here? What happened to Wally and Frank? Perto, have you seen Benny?"

"Benny ended up at the old hunting lodge. He'd been caught by the Dhorn. As far as I know, Simon let him go before we made our way back to the city," Shiloh spoke up as she glanced at Simon for confirmation. He nodded at her before speaking, "The young man in question is safe. I promised that to Shiloh."

Alfons gave a hard-eyed stare at Simon before re-addressing the gathered members, "Very good. Shiloh has found out where Nathan and the others are. They're on a ship heading for Westwood. Commander Arto Benthur is planning to take them to a dungeon called the Isle of Prisoners. It is deep in the heart of the Dhorn Empire and from what I'm told will not be easy to break in to, but Shiloh tells me she has a plan."

The room exploded with shouts and voices of horror and disbelief at the mention of the island. "Please, be quiet. I know this all sounds bad, but like I said, Shiloh has a plan --"

Lenton stepped forward, concern and shock clearly displayed on his face, "What kind of plan? Attacking the Dhorn Empire? You cannot be serious, Alfons! And why, Shiloh, are you with him?" He gestured wildly at Simon before he pointed at Commander Klennard and his men, who were still standing near the outer door of the house. "Doesn't anyone seem to care that our enemy is within this building?" 

Cynn Nottian took that moment to speak up, "Our coffers are empty, Alfons. I can't earn my money anymore. Do you know when I last had a warm meal?"

Cata sneered, "Rough times for an ugly mugger harlot, huh?"

Cynn rolled her eyes, "I imagine your business isn't any better, Cat."

The dark haired assassin grinned, "I'm not the one who's fucking sailors for breadcrumbs." Cynn pulled her short sword, lunging at Cata, "You fucking bitch!" 

Drago stepped in, grabbing Cynn by the waist and pulling her back, "Enuff o' our blood has be'n spilled. We don' need t' be fightin' am'ngst ourselves."

Alfons rubbed his beard wearily, "We don't have much of an alternative. We need to get to Nathan. Do you all wish to stay in Betancuria until Benthur finds you? Do you all want to be hunted mercilessly?" 

"We could leave the city and go somewhere else. Sargoza, for example," Dalino suggested.

A scoff came from Yance, "Yeah, right. I'm sure the Sargozians are just waiting for another group of smugglers and thieves."

Drago shook his head, "Def'n't'ly not. 'Specially aft'r all th' trouble wi' Tony."

"The Sargozians really didn't have much to do with Tony's death," Shiloh sighed. "I killed him for being a mean bastard. He was angered that I chose Essex over him. I won't go into the details, but he thought he could take what he wanted from me. I proved him dead wrong."

"Fucking bitch," Cata snarled. "I saw what you did to him."

Alfons let out a bellow, silencing the room, "Quiet! Both of you! This gets us nowhere. Tony brought that upon himself. Nathan warned everyone to keep their filthy hands off Shiloh. Many, including her, chose to ignore that."

"But Cynn's got a point. If we stay at Betancuria, we're all going to starve sooner or later," Yance chimed in. The trader wasn't fond of where this was going. Even his business had suffered as the Dhorn continued to bleed the masses dry.

Vico rolled his eyes, "Starve. Pshaw!" 

"Shiloh," Alfons spoke up in hopes to allay the fears of those gathered, "Perhaps now you can fill us in on the details of your plan; tell us how your betrothed can help us."

"There may be some of you who aren't aware of whom I truly am. I came to the Family in the aftermath of Commander Benthur's attack on the castle. Vico found me and brought me to Nathan. It was decided that for the most part my true identity would be a secret... only I'm not very good at keeping my mouth shut. For those of you who don't know and I suspect there aren't many, I am the only living child of the late King Rolan Aurelius the Third. I am being hunted by the now Lord Commander Arto Benthur, who seeks to marry me and usurp my throne. I won't go to that bastard because it will only end in my death and with my death goes any chance of rescuing Nathan."

Murmurs throughout the room grew louder, reaching cacophonous levels until Alfons motioned to Pia, signaling the bard to cast a thunderclap to silence everyone.

"None of you will starve. I have enough coin raided from my late father's treasure vaults to make sure that won't happen."

Cata stepped forward, grinning evilly, "Whatever your plan is, Princess, we do not need to hear it. Everyone should listen to me for a moment. It has been brought to my attention that Commander Benthur is offering a sizable reward for the capture of this whore, as well as a pardon. How can we even think of turning down one hundred thousand gold coins? We'd all benefit and once the whore is out of the way, we would be free to do whatever we want."

Shiloh glared at Cata, "Call me a whore once more and you won't live to see any kind of reward."

Simon scoffed at her, "Lord Commander Benthur will not be in the position to offer such a reward once I am through with him. His Grace the Emperor will not take the word of one of his commander's over that of his own son. Now listen well to what we have to say."

Shiloh nodded to him, her eyes fixed on Cata. "I came to the realization that the only way Betancuria would know peace again was if I were to take my rightful place as Queen. I believe Nathan would think it for the best. I had met Simon a few months ago during a job Jacia had given me. I was to assassinate him. All I knew was that he was of some relation to the Emperor. And I thought I had succeeded because I brought his 'head' to Jacia. Simon knew who I was and took steps to prevent his own demise. I only discovered how wrong I was when I attempted to break into the old hunting lodge in hopes of finding Nathan.

Instead I ended up getting caught. I had been climbing up a wall when some of the stones broke free. I fell and one of Simon's men saw me. I was placed in the jail of the old lodge. Once I awoke, I managed to break out, but again one of Simon's men caught me. It was then I was brought before Simon. Imagine my surprise when I realized who he was and that he wasn't dead. But he explained everything to me and then proceeded to hire me for a job. So I agreed. I needed to know where Nathan was and he needed to break into the castle. 

We succeeded in making our way to the castle and broke into a vault holding the sum of twenty-five million gold coins. Simon thought it best that my father's ill-gotten wealth not end up in the hands of someone like Benthur. I agreed. I have in my possession a fifth of that sum and I am prepared to share it with those who need the coin.

It was only after we managed to escape from the castle that I learned just who Simon really was. Yes, I was outraged, but truthfully it wasn't that he didn't tell me, it was because I had hopes of a future together. He's his father's fourth son and will most likely never become Emperor. I'm a princess in need of a prince. Simon and I came to the agreement concerning my throne and have agreed to marry for the sake of the Betancurian people. And well because I have come to the realization that I can't live without him."

Vico scoffed loudly, "It won't work, birdie. His father will most likely kill you. He won't hand things over to you."

"Goes to show how much you know, Vico. His Grace already gave permission to Benthur to marry me, which would justify his rule over Betancuria, but we all know that Benthur will kill me the first chance he gets. He's already made two attempts on my life. Need I remind you how that bastard tortured me?"

Simon stepped closer to Shiloh, "Before King Rolan started this war he had sent a missive to my father, proposing the betrothal between his only child and myself. At the same time, he was plotting to wed her to the exiled Prince Daryl of Min-Toras. Such a union would have incited the Min-Toran people to riot against my father and would have left Dhorn open to invasion. That is why Betancuria was attacked. Not all of us are as Arto Benthur is. We all don't share those extreme views. There is also the fact that my father has been putting pressure on me to settle down. When I initially began making plans to raid that horde of gold, my plans had nothing to do with staying here in Betancuria. I even told Shiloh that my interests lie elsewhere, but in spending time with her during such a crazy adventure I began to think otherwise.

If she and I present our case to my father, I have every confidence that he will grant his blessing. Once we have his blessing, I have promised to personally see to the release of all those taken. I have promised her Benthur's head on a platter as well and I mean to see this through. I know many of you have been subjected to horrors beyond imagination, but all I ask is that you have some faith.

I know my lady has some ideas for the rebuilding of Betancuria as well as the rebuilding of what you call the Family. Unlike many of my constituents, I see a need for the kind of skills you possess. It is my hope that having these skills at our disposal will strengthen our hold on the throne. Who would dare challenge a kingdom when they have the fiercest band of assassins and spies at their disposal?

When it comes right down to it, I think we can all see that further bloodshed will not win the day."

Shiloh picked up where he left off, "Besides I think we can do without further bloodshed. I know that is something coming from me, especially since I've hacked my way through our ranks. I was wrong when I killed Paurie, Mick and Tony so coldly. I was wrong to let my anger rule me. Even just yesterday I killed on of Simon's good friends because the bastard called me a whore. Seeing how few we are, I see that to survive it will take all of us."

Cata glared at her, eyes narrowing to thin slits before she spoke again, "And I say you are no different than your greedy father and you will lead us all to our doom. We would all be fools to trust you."

Yance turned to Cata, "You seriously want to hand Shiloh over to this Benthur, Cat, in exchange for a pardon and some gold?"

A growl came from Vico, his murderous glare speaking volumes, "You'll get to feel my steel in your bowels. And that's it."

"I thought you'd be the first to hand her over, Vico." Cata retorted as she returned his gaze. Pia pushed in front of Shiloh, coming face to face with Cata, "You mean, nasty bitch, you know that they'll torture and kill her. Then one-by-one Benthur will hunt us down and do the very same."




The Long Road To Ruin Ch. 51



"Nobody is going to exchange anybody for anything," Alfons roared. His anger turned his ruddy face almost purple, but the room quieted again. 

"The little whore isn't worth protecting any more, Alfons. What has she done for us other than brought more death?" Cata tried to reason, glancing around the room. "Can any of you really say she's been good for us since Nathan took her in? Look at what she's wrought upon us! We're hunted more than ever, despite Nathan's best efforts to remain low-key. She's murdered, taken advantage of Nathan, nearly killed Vico and has made a mockery of who we are. We just need to hand her over to someone who will see she doesn't harm anyone else."

"You've had your say, Cata. Now, be quiet so we can make plans," the great bear of a man sighed wearily. He tired of this debate and wanted to get on with the rescue. The longer the captured were in Dhorn custody, the more torture they'd be subjected to.

"No, Alfons, I haven't finished with my say. The Dhorn really want the bitch. I spoke to them right after you sent her into the King's Forest."

Vico's temper exploded as he backhanded Cata as hard as he could, spitting on her as she collapsed in a heap to the floor, "You fucking cunt! How dare you?"

Cata glared at him as she pushed herself back to her feet. "Listen to yourself, Vico. She betrayed you how many times and almost killed you? Yet you defend her. I never thought I'd see the day when your loyalty was to her cunt and not the people who have stood beside you all these years."

The blackguard rested one hand on Kinslayer's pommel as he flipped his middle digit at her, "My loyalty is to Nathan, cunt."

Alfons shook his head, "I can't believe you did that. Do you want to get the rest of us killed?"

"Don't you see, Alfons? It's that simple. All we do is give the bitch to them! Then we'll all be free, free to do whatever we want!"

"Don't tell me you really trust the Dhorn to pardon you, Cat!" Alfons turned to the others, "Arto Benthur will never pardon you! To him we're just a group of thugs and thieves to squash! And even if...do you think they'll just let you go back to smuggling, gambling and whoring? You've all seen what he does to people like us! We'd end up hung for those crimes."

Cata shook her head vehemently, "Don't you see? The gold would allow those of us who wish to leave Betancuria to pay for their passage. And those of us who want to stay can start another career with the money."

"Well, I hear th' weath'r be much bett'r a' Min-Toras th's seas'n..." Drago quipped.

"Assuming you live to see it," added Vico as he fondled the pommel of his sword. It was clear to see the blackguard was not happy about any of this.

Cynn flashed a pleading look at him, "Vico, please..." she started, gazing up at him with wide, dark eyes as she rested her hand on Vico's arm and gestured at Shiloh with her other. "We're your family. She's a noble! What have they ever done for us? You surely won't turn against your family because of her? She almost killed you. She has used you time and time again."

Vico sneered at her, "Save your spittle for your clients, Cynn."

His rebuttal was met with a gasp as she withdrew her hand, unbelieving that he would remain so loyal to the one who had been at the center of his current woes.

Having heard enough of the bickering, Pia loosed another thunderclap from her repertoire of spells, boldly stating, "I will defend Shiloh with my life, if necessary. None of you will harm her."

Alfons shook his head, "You're fools if you trust someone like Arto Benthur!"

Kenny Snyderlias responded with a sneer, "And you are a fool if you want to free Nathan from that prison island! You're a fool to trust that whore."

Cata shook her head, "Nathan is as good as dead and you risk more of us by not handing her over. We can't know if this Dhorn lordling can do as he says. He admitted the Emperor intends to wed the whore to Benthur so why save this ridiculous journey there and just give him what he wants. We all need not die."

Alfons held up his right arm, his hand extended and pointed straight at her, "Are you outside your mind, Cat? Stop talking like that! Where would you be if not for Nathan? Most of us wouldn't be here, wouldn't even be alive, I dare say, if not for him! The least we can do is see that he is freed, but we can't do it alone. I bear no love for those red bastards, but if Shiloh can succeed, we need to support her."

Cata shook her head, "Forget her plan! How can any of you believe she'll be any different of a ruler than her father was? Look at how many of us have died because of her, by her hand as well as by the one hunting her. I say we hand the whore over. Then once the money is in our hands we decide what to do about Nathan."

Barely controlled rage simmered just beneath the surface of Alfons' cool façade, "Benthur and his ilk will kill you before he parts with that much money. He killed Tarleth in cold blood just to prove a point to Shiloh."

The assassin curled her upper lip at him, "I've spoken with them on numerous occasions. And here I am, still."

Alfons drew his sword from its sheath, "I won't allow you to lead our people to their graves, Cata. There are too few of us left. We can't afford this schism you are forcing upon us."

"You and that whore are the ones who are dividing us," she stood her ground firmly, her eyes darting back and forth. Her head still hurt from Vico's vicious backhand. She knew it was only a matter of time before the blackguard struck her again.

Kenny walked over to Cata's side, glancing at the others around him, "I agree with Cata. That bitch has never been one of us, not really. Who's with us?"

"This is crazy. We have to stick together," Alfons retorted as he watched Taka and Simo join with Kenny and Cata.

Dara joined Cata, "No, Cata's the only one making sense here. Shiloh has never cared for us. She killed Paurie and Mick heartlessly. They didn't deserve to die like that."

"Sorry, lass..." Dalino shrugged as he joined Cata as well. Shiloh shook her head as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. It didn't have to come to this. She didn't want to have any more of Family blood on her hands. Simon noticed the set of her mouth, the intensity of body language and the coldness in her eyes. He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "It'll be alright, my sweet."

Alfons glanced at the rest of the people gathered, "Drago?"

The dark-skinned smuggler with dreadlocks flowing over his broad shoulders leveled a long, pondering glance upon Shiloh. She was a pain in the ass, for sure, but Nathan trusted her. "S'rry, Cat. But I don' be trustin' them Dhorn eith'r. I t'ink she c'n pull off h'r crazy pl'n." 

A curt nod was then exchanged between the blackguard and the smuggler. Following it, Cynn skulked over to Vico. She rested her head against his shoulder, "You will actually give us money to live on while you and he head off to get hitched?"

Shiloh nodded her head as she pulled out the black square cloth that was her portable hole. She tossed it to the floor at her feet. "Everyone might want to back up," she quipped as she spread it out completely, revealing the large extra-dimensional space. It was near full of coins, jewelry, gems, statuary, clothing, weapons and armor. Reaching in, she plucked a good sized pouch and handed it to Cynn. "That should contain a few hundred gold coins. I can give you more as well. I fully intend to share the five million coins I garnered from the castle yesterday."

Lenton shook his head, "I still believe that Shiloh's plan to marry her way to her throne isn't too bright, but I'll be damned if I ever put more trust in someone like Benthur than in my family."

Cata sneered at him, "You're only taking her side because she fucked you. Do you truly think you were the one she wanted that night? Warent had the good sense to stay away from her."

"I hate to break it to you, but no, he didn't. He was right there with me." Lenton shot back. "Sorry to kiss and tell, Shiloh, but it's the truth."

"No offense taken, Lenton," Shiloh smiled, "If you and your wife need anything, just let me know."

He grinned cheekily, "How about a job in the castle once you and your husband have reclaimed it?"

Simon chuckled, "I think we can arrange that, young man."

"Lenton's right," Yance agreed, moving over behind Vico. "There's no way in the hells I'd ever put more trust in someone like Benthur than in my family."

Perto and Pett nodded as they joined Yance. Pett grinned, "I've always had a soft spot for pretty little Shiloh and that's not going to change."

Kenny glared, addressing the people by Shiloh's side. "You must be blind that you don't see how she bewitches you all! Oh, sure, she has those sweet oh-so-innocent-looks about her, but all she really cares for is herself! She'll bring you to your doom! Just like her father did! If you cared for the Family, you'd stand on our side! The bitch never was a member of the Family, and never will be! She's bewitched Nathan, made him believe she was his adopted daughter. She probably fucked him again and again until he finally gave in! And now he's paid the price!"

"That's where you are wrong." Vico got up in Kenny's face, "She is one of us and anyone who says otherwise can have a taste of my blade."

"I never slept with Nathan," Shiloh retorted. "I was too busy with Vico, for the most part. We have to stop this. My plan will work. His Grace has no reason not to believe me once I've presented my case to him. I'm not my father. I have no desire to expand my lands. I just want to be the kind of ruler he never could. And everyone will benefit. Nathan will be released. We'll reform the Family. Hell, I'll give Nathan free reign to do as he pleases. I'll open the brothels back up in hopes that it'll alleviate the throng of desperate sailors at the docks. Once we get Mando back, I'll put him in charge of that. And I'll need someone to head up my armies. I'll need Vico as my Commander. And Pia, you'll be my court bard. Alfons and Nathan will serve as advisors. We will have peace, but not at the expense of more of us dying."

"I believe Shiloh can accomplish this. She's never let me down before." Alfons stated, motioning at the group of men standing behind Cata. "So what's it going to be, Cat? Do you truly wish to start a fight amongst us? Is that why you've brought those endearing gentlemen with you?"

Cata fixed her cold dark eyes upon Shiloh, "I won't let the whore slip through my fingers. You can be sure of that. The rest of you can get out of here."

But not a sole moved.

"Alright, then die with the cunt!"

"Stop this now!" Shiloh moved close to Cata, getting right up in her face, "There's no need for more bloodshed amongst us, but if it's a fight you want, a fight you'll get. I propose a duel between you and me. If I lose to you, or if I surrender, you can hand me over to Benthur. Everyone else walks away free, including Simon and his men. If you lose, or surrender, we go ahead with my plan. There are too few of us left and whether or not any of you believe I belong, I don't wish death on any of us. Do you agree?"

"This should be child's play. Be sure to kiss your boy-toy goodbye because you won't be leaving here with him," Cata cackled, as she drew her blades. 

Shiloh felt Simon's hand at her elbow. She glanced at him, turning on the balls of her feet to face him. Outwardly he seemed confident and sure of her abilities, but for a split second she swore she could see worry ripple across the deep blue depths of his eyes. She took a moment to revel in the strength of his embrace as his arms enclosed her. The following kiss made it seem as if the room had disappeared and only they remained. With lips locked, they gave into their passions. The sound of a throat clearing broke the sanctity of the moment. Shiloh reluctantly pulled away, caressing Simon's jaw. "I'll be fine," she whispered. She then reached for Bloodlust and Darkstar as all who had gathered backed up to give them space. Alfons moved to Shiloh's side, "Are you sure you want to do this? Cat isn't known for fighting fair."

"I beat Vico, didn't I? She doesn't even come close to our dark knight," Shiloh winked.

"Just don't get too overconfident, lass. I would hate for that to be your downfall," he added before he moved away from her, joining Simon and Vico at the forefront of the crowd. He shook his head, worry written all over his haggard face, before he turned his gaze to the blackguard and murmured softly, "I don't think she knows what she's getting into. Gods help us all if she fails."

"My lil' birdie won't fail. No one believed she could bring me down, but she did. She's a survivor. She has more tenacity than anyone I've ever known. She'll be fine," Vico commented as his dark gaze remained on Shiloh. He watched as she and Cata circled each other, sizing each other up. He knew both of the women quite intimately. Both were prone to bouts of craziness, but he knew Shiloh had managed to garner some control over her emotions. That in itself made him proud of her. Say what you will of her, but at the end of the day, she would always find a way to end up at the top.

It came as no surprise to either Vico or Shiloh that a blood-curdling scream tore from Cata's blood red painted lips as she lunged at Shiloh, her blades held at chest level in a white knuckle grip. The scream was meant to rattle her; Shiloh knew that much as she brought her blades up to parry Cata's twin strikes. Metal rang on metal, sending a few sparks flying. She shoved Cata back, evading the assassin's next attack. Feint left. Slash. Parry. Back-flipping as Cata attempted to sweep Shiloh's legs out from under her. Shiloh landed on her feet before she tucked into a roll, reversing her grip on her blades as she popped up driving them into Cata's unguarded back. The assassin cried out, her body jerking violently. The devastating backstab had the desired effect. 

Shiloh spun blades within her palms once more as she brought them up to Cata's throat. "Surrender, bitch and I may be persuaded to let you live."

"Never," Cata snarled, using the momentary lapse in Shiloh's defense to duck out of sight. It put Shiloh back on her game, as she rocked on the balls of her feet. Though the noise within the small house had grown substantially, it forced Shiloh to focus. She tuned her hearing, blocking out everything else. The scuffle of boots on the wooden floor, the heavy wheeze as her foe inhaled a breath, the scent of iron on the air that told Shiloh she had wounded Cata. Anticipation made the hairs on her neck prickle. She knew Cata was sneaking near her. Shiloh forced her breathing to even out, listening as she slowly pivoted on the balls of her feet. She felt a rush of calmness flow over her, seeping into her skin. Her gaze panned the room, feeling a momentary fluctuation of synergy on the air. A power shift that drew her like a beacon. 

In the back corner of the room she caught sight of a flicker and knew what it was. Or who it was. Ni'as had made his presence known to her. Not the best time, but his power bolstered her slightly. Shiloh was certain that Cata had called upon Hyath's power. She knew that's what Alfons meant by the assassin not fighting fair. Ni'as wasn't giving anything overt, but him just being there made her feel more confident. She could do this. 

A barely audible shuffling sounded to her left. Shiloh feinted right, tumbling backwards then spun immediately as she found her feet again. Swiftly she slashed one of her blades in an arc before her, grinning widely as it found purchase, sinking into flesh as smoothly as if it were hot butter. Cata jerked as she became visible once more, wide eyed surprise at the blood flowing from the wound across her abdomen. Another blood curdling scream came forth from her lips as she slashed at Shiloh's neck. Shiloh made a move to duck away, hissing as the point of Cata's blade raked against the skin of her upper chest. The small cut sliced through leather, and Shiloh could feel the sting of something burning the edges of the wound. Poison, the bitch was using poison.

She kicked out at Cata, planting her foot squarely upon the assassin's belly wound before following it up by burying Bloodlust into the meat of Cata's thigh. Shiloh dropped to the floor on purpose, luring the assassin in. When Cata took the bait Shiloh scissor-kicked, sweeping Cata's feet on from underneath her, bringing her crashing down. It was then Shiloh pounced, kipping up into a front flip and driving her swords straight down into Cata's chest, piercing her heart and lungs. "No one calls me a whore and gets away with it," Shiloh spat as she slit her throat, finishing her off. She staggered to her feet, heading towards Simon. As she practically collapsed in his arms, she rasped, "Tell me someone has an antidote..."

The room around her went black.

...

Simon cradled her lovingly as he glanced over at Vico and Alfons. He placed her on the floor gently, "Just don't stand there. She said she needs an antidote. That bitch must've smeared her blades with poison."

Vico grabbed up Cata's daggers, examining them closely, "Fuck!"

Alfons quickly turned his gaze to the blackguard, "What was she using, Vico? Devilsbane? K'ar-tuz poison? Vel'xunyrr Z'ress?"

Vico shook his head, "Worse. It's rare, something the dark elves call 'Venorik Elghinn.' Silent Death."

Alfons closed his eyes as he hung his head. Silent Death... he'd never heard of anyone surviving such poison. He wasn't even sure there was an antidote for it. "Search Cata's body. See if she has anything to counter it."

Vico's search was quick, as he dumped the contents of Cata's pack and belt pouch onto the floor. He shook his head as he looked back at Alfons. "Someone will need to return to the city and search her home as well as Jacia's. I'm sure that's the source. Pett, Simo, I want you both to go, move swiftly, and to the hells with anyone that gets in your way. Silent Death is only countered by one thing. It's a distillation of nymph's blood, unicorn horn and fey dust. When the ingredients are mixed, it turns into a silver fluid. I'm fairly sure she had acquired those items."

Pett glanced down at Shiloh, noting that her skin looked the color of old parchment, "We won't fail you, Vico."

"I'll cut your balls off if you come back empty handed or get caught. Now go," the blackguard growled before he crouched down beside Shiloh.

"How quickly does this poison usually kill?" Simon ventured as he stared Vico down. He knew some of the history between Shiloh and the man before him, though he found it curious why the man acted as he did. If he'd been in Vico's shoes and Shiloh had done what she did, he wasn't sure he'd be so forgiving.

"If it's a concentrated enough dose, death is usually instant. She's showing many of the signs, the mottling of her skin, the whites of her eyes are yellowing." Vico pried open her jaw, getting a good look at her mouth. "Her tongue has swollen. I'm surprised she hasn't tried to swallow it or hasn't begun convulsing yet. She's already feverish. Something is holding back the effects from fully manifesting."

The air shimmered next to Vico as Ni'as appeared, "That would be me." The once avatar of Bastian materialized fully, his form taking on the appearance of a black-haired, dark-eyed, bronze-skinned male in gleaming obsidian armor. "I am Ni'as."

"And what do you want, fiend?" Vico's lip curled as he sneered at avatar's appearance. 

"Tut-tut-tut, blackguard, you with a sneer on your lips...my lord may be gone, but I hold some power still. I can keep the poison at bay, but in order to do so I must possess her to keep her from succumbing completely until the antidote arrives," Ni'as replied, as he gazed down at Shiloh. She'd grown even paler, her lips turning grey. 




The Long Road To Ruin Ch. 51



Simon clutched her tighter in his arms, "You want to possess her? Are you insane? Why would we allow that? And how do we know you'll let her go?"

Ni'as' dark eyes flashed at the prince, "Do not make the mistake of thinking that you are the only ones who care for her. I have sworn to protect her and that I will do, but I have not the power to do it from here. My power will act as a shield against the poison once I am joined with her. You have my word and my oath that once she is cured that I will leave her body. This will be my last act, for joining with her will consume what reserves of power I have left. It will be my honor to give my life in order to save hers. We will need a private place for this. There is a small bedchamber here, is there not?"

Vico nodded at the avatar. The blackguard knew what Ni'as intended to do. 

... 

Simon carried Shiloh into the bedchamber of the small house, laying her gently onto the bed. He sat down on her left side, holding her hand almost reverently. In just the time it took to carry her into the other room, her skin tone changed to match the grey of her lips. "I know you want to be next to her, but I will need some space for this," Ni'as spoke up as he looked Simon in the eyes.

The avatar shed his dark armor, like shadows melding with the dark, putting himself into a trance. His form became as translucent as light, a shimmering specter floating above the bed. He hovered a moment before he settled over her body, encasing her with light. She glowed as he became one with her flesh, one with her soul. Several long tense minutes passed before her color improved. Splotches of mottled red mingled with her normal healthy pinkness. Vico checked her eyes and tongue; both had returned to normal. She was out of danger. He knew she would pull through especially once the antidote arrived. He just hoped Ni'as' sacrifice would hold out until then.

...

Upon the return of Pett and Simo, Vico concocted the antidote and coaxed Shiloh to drink it. The fluid flowed easily down as he massaged her throat, enabling her to swallow without choking. Once it had taken effect, Ni'as reappeared in a shimmering form, still translucent and ethereal. He inclined his head gracefully at Vico before winking out of sight. The avatar had kept his word. Shiloh's recovery was imminent. It didn't take long for her to wake up once Ni'as had departed. 

She blinked, clearing her fuzzy vision, whispering to Vico, "What happened?" She gazed about, noting the concerned looks on the faces of Vico, Simon and Alfons.

"Cata used poison on her blades, but we were able to get the antidote in time." Vico replied. "Ni'as also sacrificed himself to save you. I wasn't aware you still had contact with anyone connected to your old patron."

"Just Ni'as, though I really don't see how that is any of your business, Vico." Shiloh retorted as she struggled to sit up. The blackguard glared at her angrily. She looked away from him, her gaze shifting to Simon. Her betrothed looked equally as worried about her and curious as well. She sighed as she kept her eyes locked with his, knowing it was prudent to explain the avatar's presence. "When Bastian was defeated and Vico severed the bond, Ni'as returned to mortal form. He's been with me ever since I woke up in that cell in the hunting lodge. He was using what little power he had left to remain unseen. I'd lost track of him while I was in the castle with you, Simon. I don't know if he was there or even following. I only noticed him again during the duel with that bitch. I never thought he'd give his own life to save mine."

"Your very presence commands loyalty, darling. Look at how many here were willing to fight for you," Simon replied. "I'd have given anything to see you safe."

Vico rolled his eyes, scoffing loudly. "Oh please, spare us the loyalty bit. I'd say it's not her that they're loyal to. I'd say it's Nathan and I'd say if you're feeling better, we have plans to make. That ship he and the others from the Bear Pit are on has enough of a head start on us already. Now if we leave today on a fast enough ship, we might be able to catch up with them before they make it to Westwood. Where's that map you had, Alfons?"

The bushy bearded man spread it out before them for all to see. "We're here. And there's Westwood." He pointed at a small village north of Betancuria, but still belonging to Shiloh's father's kingdom. Just further to the north rise the Black Mountains, a huge mountain range which forms a natural border between Betancuria and Dhorn.

Vico rubs his chin thoughtfully, "Once they reach Westwood, they'll have to cross the Black Mountains in order to reach that lake." He points at the Lake of Sorrow, located on the northern side of the Black Mountains. "Plenty of chances to free Nathan, as I see it."

"If I may interrupt a moment," Simon spoke up. "Going after the ship they're on is pointless right now. If I know anything about how Commander Benthur does things, I know this. The old tavern keeper and anyone else that was captured will be under heavy guard. It would be a suicide mission. Trust me on this. Shiloh and I just need to head to the Emperor's court, where we can speak to my father. I have a feeling he's been kept in the dark about what has been really going on in Betancuria. He'll listen to me."

"Excuse me if I'm not willing to put the lives of Nathan and the others in your hands just yet," Vico sneered, his upper lips curling insolently.

"It's the only way. We all know this. Too many of us have died as it is. How many of us are left that could storm that ship and make it out with Nathan alive? Not enough. It'd boil down to you, me and Pia." Shiloh shook her head. "Vico, you are probably the fiercest warrior I've ever met, but it's too risky."

Simon grabbed Shiloh by the shoulders, looking her in the eyes, "Don't even think about it, Shiloh. I won't let you do something so stupid. You'd be throwing your life away. Benthur would have sent his best men on that ship. He would've planned for you to attack it."

Shiloh smiled at him, "I wouldn't do something that foolish. It would be crazy to go after that ship. I agree with you."

Relief crossed his handsome face, "Then we should gather what is needed from the hunting lodge. That's where Commander Klennard had my belongings sent. That includes the gold from the vault. We board a ship and head directly to court. Bring whoever you need with you."

"That'll be Vico and Pia, unless there is anyone else who wants to come." Shiloh glanced about the room, her gaze falling upon Alfons. 

"Most of us are neither rangers, nor warriors. We belong in the city. And I'm not even going to mention the likes of Timmy or Joanna." Alfons replied.

Vico nodded at him, "You want to stay in Betancuria?"

"I doubt that we'd be safe anywhere else. Betancuria, we know, at the very least," Alfons replied. "We'll have the coin Shiloh has promised to keep us all from starving. We'll all have to keep an extremely low profile, but that shouldn't be hard. I imagine that Arto Benthur will chase Shiloh all the way to Dhorn."

Simon frowned, "I wouldn't put it past him. In fact, I suspect we'll meet up with him at court, but that is where I have the advantage. As I said, my father won't take Benthur's word over mine."

Vico's gaze fell upon Alfons, "Then let's do it like this. You stay with the others and make sure they don't get themselves in trouble. Birdie, Pia and I are going to travel to Dhorn with him." Vico sneered as he gestured to Simon. "Once we've freed Nathan, we'll come back to Betancuria. If anything goes awry, we'll send word to you."

From a pouch, Shiloh pulled a key. "This is to the apartment Nathan gave me. I seriously doubt I'll be needing it from here on out. I don't think I've left anything behind in it, but if I did, feel free to sell it if it's worth anything or make use of it." She then opened the portable hole that Dalino had given her and lifted out the pack containing the bulk of the coin she'd gathered from the vault. "Don't be shy everyone. Step right up and take as much as you'd like. Whatever is left goes toward refurbishing the castle."

Drago was not shy about taking gold from Shiloh. The smuggler figured he'd earned it for all the nonsense he'd had to put up with from her. "Ya really t'ink y'll pull dis off, don' ya?" He filled the small satchel he carried.

"I do, Drago. When have you ever known me not to pull off something crazy?" Shiloh winked at him. "Take care of yourself. I'll need someone with your skills once I'm Queen." 

The smuggler chuckled, shaking his head at her audaciousness. If anyone could pull this off, it would be her. Lenton, Cynn, Yance and Perto came forth as well. "I need a place to live, Shiloh," Cynn spoke up as she helped herself to some gold, adding it to what Shiloh had previously given her. "May I have that key?"

Shiloh smiled, "Of course, I know you primarily stayed at the hideout, so yes."

Vico also produced a key, "This goes to Apartment 3 on the first floor of 17 River Road, if anyone else needs a place to stay."

Pett quickly claimed it, pocketing the key as well as some coin. "Thanks, Vico. And thank you, Shiloh. You might be the craziest wench I've ever known, but I look forward to you being Betancuria's Queen. Things can only get better, I hope."

"It's true," Pia giggled as she embraced Shiloh fondly. "She's not our little mouse anymore."

Shiloh cocked an eyebrow at Pia before exchanging looks with Simon. Both erupted in laughter that had everyone else shooting them odd looks. 

"I'd say there's something to the mouse comment that we haven't heard," Pia grinned.

Shiloh nodded, "I'll tell you all about it later." She glanced over to Kenny, Dara, Taka and Dalino. Cata's thugs had left the house with her demise. She was glad of that. She didn't know who they were and really didn't want to find out. "Look, I do understand why you'd side with Cata. She had a good argument and I won't hold it against you for seeing things her way. The main thing is we're all family here. I'm a big enough person to forgive and let it go. I know that's something coming from me, but if you need coin or whatever, I'm more than willing to share."

"Even after we would have seen you turned over to the Dhorn, you are forgiving us? After everything we've said about you?" Kenny raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. He wasn't sure to trust her or not. Shiloh had often been a loose cannon.

"I wasn't particularly fond of being accused of fucking Nathan. The thought actually repulses me. Despite everything you said I am serious about my offer. Take what you need and by the gods, don't get yourselves killed because of it." Shiloh offered as she held the satchel of coin out to them. She watched as they took their share. "Anyone else need anything? Once Betancuria is under our rule and the castle is renovated, I will be looking to fill it. We'll need workers. I hope Nathan knows I'll be stealing Chella to run the castle kitchens. The good news about that is that the kitchens are in good shape. Simon and I were in them yesterday. Anyone who wants to offer their services to us are more than welcome. And yes, Lenton, that means you."

Lenton smiled at her and Simon, "Thank you, both of you."

Pia hugged her tightly again, "I'm looking forward to being in your service, Shiloh. Who would have ever thought that a farm girl like me would become a royal bard?"

"If anyone has earned such an honor, Pia, it would be you." Shiloh returned the hug. "So shall we? We have a ways to go to get back to the hunting lodge."

"Commander Klennard reassures me there will be a ship waiting for us when we get there, darling." Simon spoke up. 

Shiloh caught Alfons' gaze, shooting him a quizzical look, "What? Is something wrong?"

The bear of a man smiled at her, "No...I just had to think of the little girl I saw when I first met you, and how things have changed."

"What do you mean?"

Alfons smiled at her, "You've grown into a fine young woman and will be a wonderful Queen, Shiloh. The Hooded One has blessed you."

Shiloh hugged Alfons, "Ahhh, don't make me tear up in front of everyone, you old bear."

And thus Shiloh, Simon, Pia, Vico, Commander Klennard left the run-down house, heading for the hunting lodge. Their journey for freedom, emancipation and true love had just begun.

(To Be Continued)