The Dark World

Chapter 7: Finding delights

Cairn

I could not believe this woman, I apologised to her, and still it was not good enough, if she wanted me on my knees begging, she would be waiting an eternity.

Acting all high and mighty when she was the one who started the whole thing. I could not keep quiet. “You started this entire fight, so you should be the one apologising,” I called out as she went to walk away from me.

She turned to me and said, “I was simply proving a point and if you cannot handle that then I dread to think how you ever got through training to become a knight, it takes a man to understand a point being made and to not take such things so personally.”

I raised my fist but mystic Zerena grabbed my wrist lightly. “Calm, Cairn, save the fighting for the battle ahead.”

“But—”

“But nothing, she is right, and you know that, this isn’t like you, fiery yes, overly aggressive? No. And what am I always telling you?”

I met her ice blue eyes and muttered, “no matter how angry one becomes, we must always maintain focus.”

She smiled, and I winked at her, she was truly a beautiful woman, I usually flirted with beautiful ladies, but I respected mystic Zerena too much to try and bed her, she may also have scolded me in the past for trying, if she ever decided to ask me, however, I was happy to oblige.

I knew she was right, and I knew why I was being more aggressive than usual, so taking a silent breath I shoved past Marisoll and found somewhere I could be alone for a minute.

I had a secret that no one knew about, not even mystic Zerena, who seemed to know everything, it was a heavy burden I carried, but it was mine to carry alone. I intended to keep my secret, it would be dangerous for me if they found out.

I went back out to everyone and put on a more jovial persona. “If we are to stay here and train for a while then we should gather supplies and create actual decent living conditions for ourselves.”

Everyone looked at me and surprisingly Ezekiel stood up and said, “yes, good idea, I will come with you, try to find some essentials like a bowl to wash our clothes in, I’m rather tired of smelling the dirt and sweat on mine.” He even smiled at the end of that sentence surprising me more, was he trying to get me alone with him so he could try to kill me again? Pfft, I’d like to see him try.

“Fine, let’s go then,” I replied and turned to leave.

As we traipsed through the woods I could hear Ezekiel tripping and stumbling over the thick vines and shrubbery, I could have helped him out, told him where to avoid stepping, but this was much more satisfying.

We were not the only people left on this godforsaken planet, but it was challenging to find others these days, not everyone survived the first horrors of the darkness, and sometimes I wondered if it were a blessing that they did not.

We walked another three miles once out of the woods and came upon a small town that was little more than a ghost town, buildings made from wood either lay broken and crumbling, or rotting. I stepped over the skeletal remains of someone long gone and saw up ahead one building still standing, an inn, and there was light inside.

“Someone’s inside,” Ezekiel said, coming up behind me.

“More than just someone,” I murmured.

We listened and as we moved closer we could hear the quiet murmurings of people talking inside, drinking, some laughing as if they had no worries.

We both grinned at one another and stepped inside. Everyone stopped and stared at us as we entered, Ezekiel gave a slight nod of greeting while I rolled my eyes. This happened every time, there were not many inns still up and running, they were havens for us folk who needed somewhere safe to sleep, or to eat and drink before moving on, but whenever I entered a place like this people always stared fearfully as if I were there to cut them down.

I’m sure they met many a bandit or worse, but surely, I did not look that scary, just as I were thinking that and scoffing at their reaction I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Six, six in height, well-built with broad shoulders and muscle, built like a warrior, a big thick scar ran down the left side of my face no thanks to Ezekiel in one of our many battles, my eyes were cold and devoid of any emotions beside anger, hate and mistrust, ok, fair enough, I looked like an evil son of a b.itch.

I tried to copy Ezekiel and tone down my ‘scary face’ pfft. I gave a small smile and a nod in greeting to everyone and surprisingly that was all it took, the place relaxed and everyone went back to their drinks and conversations.

“Two ales please,” Ezekiel said to the barman.

I leaned back against the bar on my elbows as I looked around the room. Two men were sat at a table drinking and playing cards, on another table were a group of men flirting with the maid, she was pretty in a plain kind of way.

I was looking around at all the occupied tables when the barman came back and thunked our drinks down on the bar. “There you go lads, and if you’ve anything of value I’d appreciate it.”

The inns usually required some sort of p*****t for their services, money wasn’t all that useful these days, so I gave him one of mystic Zerena’s healing potions, she made a lot of them, so I usually carried some on me knowing they were far more valuable than any money or jewelry, especially in these dark times.

He took it wide-eyed and staring at it said, “a healing potion?”

“Yep.”

He looked up at me then. “Do you know how rare these are? Thank you, and for such a rare p*****t, if you thirst for more than just some ale I do have two ladies of the night available.”

We were both about to politely decline, but the two ladies in question came over, each lady slid their hands over our chests, I looked down at mine, she was a petite little thing, no taller than five, four with pinned up blonde hair, a pixie nose and lilac eyes, very pretty, I grinned and winked at Ezekiel and picked her up in my arms making her squeal and giggle.

“Where is your room, my lady?”

She guided me up the creaky wooden stairs and to the door down the end on the left. I kicked it shut behind me and threw her on the bed, landing on top, my hands running over her body. She was giggling and encouraging me as I pulled down the top of her dress, letting her b.reasts spill free.

It had been so f.ucking long since I’d seen such perfection lying underneath me, I sucked her pink perfect n.ipples until they were hard, and she was moaning for me.

I pulled my trousers halfway down while she bunched her dress up around her waist for me revealing the opening between her thighs. I almost climaxed just looking at her, I wasted no more time and pushed myself roughly inside of her.

The bed was already full of broken springs and creaky as hell as I had my way with the lady beneath me, mounting her as hard and as fast I could, the bed shook, and was squeaking, the hardboard hitting the wall making it loud enough everyone would know what we were doing, but f.ucked if I cared.

I had always been the same, I was not a man to come to if you wanted to make love or have soft touches, I was rough, hard, and admittedly selfish in bed, I had never been in love, so I could not say if that would make me any different, nor could I say if I would be gentle if a lover asked, they never did, and they never complained, by the end they were always panting and moaning just as hard as I was, ok, that was not entirely the truth, perhaps twice I had a lover ask me to slow down, to be more gentle, but my reply was always the same, if it was too rough for their liking we could stop, and they were free to leave, I would never make a lady do anything against her wishes, option two was we carried on as we were because that was all I was willing to offer, they always opted for option two.

My nickname back in the day was leg breaker because spending a night with me always left the lady unable to use her legs for hours after, if they tried they’d fall down and would need help getting back into the bed.

Good s*x, hard s*x, and many orgasms resulted in this, but I hated the nickname, it made me sound like some raving beast who hurt women, it reminded me too much of my secret, of how careful I always needed to be.

I did not realise how tired I was until I finished emptying myself inside the lady underneath me, I still did not know her name, but it did not matter because I would never see her again. I collapsed beside her and knew I must be really exhausted because she cuddled up against me, made me hold her and I did not resist, I never held women, ever, but I held this one because right now, I was too tired to move and when I next opened my eyes it would be to a very irritating person.