Delivering Sad News
(Swords with Souls)
Fantasy Fiction
By Dan Watt
(Author of BARD: Bearer of the Gemstone)
(Author of the Plagueborn series)
– Adult content
The waiting girls are all chattering. “I’ve been with him twice,” now one gloats. “I didn’t want to say, but so have I,” another says. “But you shared him with another girl, so does that really count?” A frustrated girl reminds the second speaker. “I loved the way he licked his finger and used it to trace from my lower lip down,” says one with a gloating smirk. “He sang to me,” one more chirps out.
She can see the nipples of the women through their shirts and an aroused swelling down below. All of their faces are flush. As she feels her own arousal swell, she feels embarrassed. Do men get like this she wonders? All hot and bothered simply because others are? And as much as she struggles to keep quiet, she wants to brag about her own experiences. She wants to shout out, well I seduced a baron then slit his throat. She clenches her teeth. That would get her and her family executed.
Inside the bar is crowded with women. She works her way to the bar where women with low cut dresses serve other women. “We don’t know when he’ll be back,” she hears one of the bartending girls say. “I heard he’s hunting Sir Ganbold down,” the bartender continues.
“Well, where are the other men?” the patron woman asks in a haughty tone.
“No men here,” the bartender replies.
Lara leans into one of the bartenders and says into her ear. “My grandfather passed and I need to tell certain people.”
“I’ll tell one of the workers,” the bartender says into her ear.
A moment later the bartender returns from a backroom behind double doors. “Come with me and–,” the bartender is saying when a male’s head with thick curly blond hair pokes out between the doors.
“We’re out of rum and almost out of–” the young man is saying when the room goes silent.
“What about him?” one of the patrons says.
“Yes, him until Sir Oisin returns,” others shout out.
“By the right hand of Prince William, get ye out here young man,” another demands.
She feels herself being pushed back as the women descend upon the young man. She sees him hold his hands up and give an awkward smile. A moment later she’s outside the tavern with more and more women trying to get in.
Exasperated, she hurries to Aminah and rides toward Madame Swan’s. She knows where the brothel is. Every few months she would travel with her grandmother to drop off perfumes and protective ointments. Always during the day when few patrons had time to satiate their sexual wants. They always went to the backdoor so as not to be confused with one of the working ladies.
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