The Whore AU - Vemyn
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Author's Note: Vemyn's into almost getting caught. nsft.
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The walk from the tunnel under Kogoruhn to Vemynal thankfully wasn't very far, and glad Sadara was of that. The blight winds were even worse inside the Ghostfence than out, and she was happy to get back indoors.
An ash ghoul who identified himself as Dagoth Nilor greeted her, and directed her to the "library," where she found Dagoth Vemyn.
The interview with him was short and to the point. There was no one else in the library at present. He would leave the room, after which she was to take a book - any book, it didn't really matter which one - and stand at a table in the corner to read it. Then he'd come back in and do as he pleased with her, while trying not to be seen by any who passed by or entered the room.
She nodded and Vemyn left.
Looking over the bookshelves she finally find a book that looked both small and interesting - The Seven Curses. She wouldn't be doing much reading anyway, once he got started. She carried it over to the table, and opened it.
...through the doors of the unmourned house
where scoffers scoff and schemers scheme
from the halls of the oath-breaking house
rings seven curses of gods blasphemed
She'd heard of these prophecies only a few times, from a customer of hers who had been the type to be deep in his cups and chatty. A Dissident Priest, before he'd disappeared. These things never seemed to turn up at all, he'd said, and if they did they were kept under lock and key, in secret compartments. But House Dagoth had them out in the open.
There was an echo of footsteps, and she kept her eyes on the paper before her.
first curse, Curse-of-Fire
second curse, Curse-of-Ash
third curse, Curse-of-Flesh
fourth curse, Curse-of-Ghosts
Curse of fire, curse of ash. Obviously Red Mountain itself, she thought, that was easy enough. Curse of flesh...corprus. She'd caught it a while back and thought nothing of it, assuming perhaps she'd just gotten lucky enough not to have a serious case. But then she'd learned that ALL cases were serious ones.
Save hers. And THAT, that was a small reason to think she was what Araynys had thought her to be. But once she was out of this she had no intention of declaring it. That was the surest way to get into trouble here.
Curse of ghosts, though, that was one she couldn't figure out.
fifth curse, Curse-of-Seed
Sadara gave a chuckle in her throat at reading those words. She certainly knew what THAT meant...
A pair of hands on her hips, that moved slowly forward and then up, to the neckline of her robe.
"Something funny?" came the whisper in her ear.
"Just reading the prophecies." Sadara replied to Vemyn, who took a firm grip on her breasts. "Seven curses...and one of them is curse-of-seed. I'm not certain I'd call it a curse, though."
"How fortunate for us that you're so open-minded." His tone flattened as he gave a tug to her robe; it was enough for her breasts to pop out over the neckline. In an instant Vemyn's hands were on them again. A growl of desire sounded off in her ear.
"So eager," she teased softly, "I--"
And then, suddenly, a hand moved up to cover her mouth. Someone was walking past the library entrance, meandering practically. Her chest was left bare to the air - even if whoever-it-was came in, they'd see nothing unless they got too close.
(She could feel Vemyn's cock, already half hard, rising to full mast as they waited for whoever-it-was to pass.)
Only when they were safe again did Vemyn move his hands again.
"So close to being caught, weren't we?" she teased, "Surely, they'd have seen me bare, but do you think they would have seen your cock hard like that for me too? Do you think -"
Vemyn groped her a bit longer before moving one hand south, to pull at the knot tied in her belt. It came loose, and the front of her robe opened for him. He let his hand slide slowly over her bare skin, seeming to revel in the touch, until it slipped beneath her smallclothes and his fingers began to probe at the heat between her legs.
Sadara clenched at the table, prompting a short laugh in her ear from Vemyn. He pressed closer - and she pushed back, grinding against his cock with her ass.
"Minx," he accused.
"Professional," Sadara retorted.
Once she was wet enough, he tugged her robe outward, tucking it back. It exposed her leg, and then her ass to the cold air of the room. She shivered just slightly, and bent slightly over the table, waiting. There was the slight shuffling sound of Vemyn adjusting his loincloth, and then suddenly--
She pressed a hand over her mouth to stifle the groan that wanted to slip out. The sudden shift from emptiness to being utterly filled with that cock was overwhelming. Clearly, he was eager - but she thought she might be too, if a year elapsed between each opportunity to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh.
"Can't keep quiet on your own, can you?" It was Vemyn's turned to tease. "No. No, of course not..."
It was a steady piston, his thrusts, and Sadara wanted to bring her hand down so she could respond. But he was right - she didn't trust herself not to make noise. The entire point of this was NOT to get caught.
So why--why, she wondered, as his next thrust, hard and deep enough to practically take her breath away, enough that her knees were suddenly weak--did he seem to be working so hard to make her do it?
Part of the draw of it. Easy to keep quiet and not get caught. Harder to do this and manage it.
"You're trying--" Vemyn's pace slowed as he pulled her upright, which let him hit a bit deeper, "--so hard to say nothing, aren't you?"
She nodded, hand still firmly clamped over her mouth.
He whispered a bit longer, words that seemed to touch some deep part of her that craved the praise he was dispensing. Words telling her how good she was being for him, trying to obey his orders, trying to do as he'd asked her. And all the while that cock spreading her around him, stoking the flames in her belly higher and higher.
"Lord Vemyn?"
The voice came from the doorway, and suddenly the orgasm that only a moment again seemed close enough to taste - was denied. Vemyn withdrew from her in a hurry, pushed her robe forward, and she hastily tied it while he adjusted himself.
"Yes?"
"We have new dreamers," came the voice, now more clearly an ash ghoul, "Three of them."
"Thank you, Soler," Vemyn said quickly, "I'll speak to them shortly. For now process them in the usual fashion."
There was a sound of acknowledgement and then of footsteps, as their intruder left.
Vemyn pounced on Sadara the moment he was able. Her robe, untied, pulled open, her pushed down and bent over the table - his cock, spreading her cunt wide around him.
"That--really--excited you--didn't it?" she let herself tease, forcing the moans to stay back. "You almost--seemed like you--wanted to get caught."
He didn't answer. Now those clawed fingers were at the bare skin of her hips, eagerly tugging her back against him, never letting her get completely free of his cock. A moan slipped from her lips, and seemed to energize him further.
"Gods," she moaned softly, "I'm so close."
She slipped a hand between her legs, stroking over her clit; between that and the rapid movement of Vemyn's thrusts, her climax rushed through her like the sudden crash of a wave and dashed her on the rocks below.
"Oh--GODS--" The sound she made now was strangled, broken, and she shuddered around his cock as pleasure drowned her.
A sudden clench--a hot triple pulse, wet inside her--and it was over.
Sadara was left breathing hard, and took a few moments to relax before she let herself get shakily to her feet. Vemyn helped her re-tie her robe, and gave a grin when she turned around. He indulged in a few kisses - riding out the high of that lovely heat.
"You did much better than the rest we've had," he said, "Perhaps next year we should ask you back, provided you've not yet been scared off."
"You all are nothing I haven't handled before," Sadara replied, "Speaking of...I was told Tureynul's next. What should I expect from him?"
"Nothing much, he's quite plain," Vemyn said. "Compared to the rest of us. He simply wants to get off and be done with it, nothing special. Sometimes he wants his whores to sleep beside him."
"That doesn't sound too bad."
