Ascension: Book II of y Ddraig [The Dragons of Brython] by Gwendolyn Beynon

Author:Gwendolyn Beynon [Beynon, Gwendolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780994352736
Publisher: Dark Pages Publishing
Published: 2016-03-30T23:00:00+00:00

22

Whore

Truth be told, Eifion had never felt less like a fuck in his long life, and only half of it was concern for this scheme he was undertaking. There were any number of women here within the chilly stronghold who would gladly wrap around the cock of a clean, sober, warm warrior—with coin or without—but the idea of putting it anywhere else after it had been inside Gwanaelle…

Ever again…

He glanced up at the dancing whore who stood, peering back at him from the shadows. She tilted her head curiously. Hoping for another coin of the Empire perhaps?

‘Back for a touch this time, warrior?’ She said when he stood and crossed to her. She freed her breasts again in anticipation. Up close she was not quite as old as her manner had suggested. ‘You can suck one, if you like. Without charge. Happy to have them warmed by a talented tongue.’

He held up his last coin. Silver this time; the one he’d been saving.

‘Will this get me into the shadows with you?’ he urged, nodding to a place tucked away behind a stack of straw around behind a storehouse.

Her eyes bulged the way a dead man’s did. ‘My love, that will get you into my shadow several times over.’

‘None of that,’ he murmured, taking her by her cold-ravaged hand and leading her toward the straw. ‘But I will require another performance.’

‘Whoever would have thought my dancing would ever be quite so sought after…’

‘No,’ he chuckled. ‘I think there’s been enough dancing.’

He led the woman into the gloom behind the straw. ‘Now kneel, please.’

Whether he was the first man ever to give her a please or a thank you or whether she was simply taken aback at his sudden change of heart she knelt before him even as her face crumpled into a guise of confusion. The ample curve of her skirted arse and her wool-covered ankles poked out in the fire’s lingering light for all to see while the rest of her—and all of him—disappeared into the straw stack’s shadow.

‘Now what?’ she frowned up at him.

‘Now just…jiggle a bit. So it looks like you’re…’

She peered up at him. ‘You gave me an old silver noggin to just look like I’m sucking on your pipe?’

‘Yes. Please.’

‘Why don’t I just suck it, then? Since I’m down here’n all?’

‘Thank you. No.’

‘Thank you, no.’ She gaped. ‘Are all you Northlings this touched?’

‘You’ve just earned a whole night’s pay without once getting your skirts dirty. Perhaps fewer questions would be wise.’

She started to rise. ‘I think perhaps more questions would be—’

‘Stay.’ Eifion pressed down on her shoulder. ‘I may be the only man here who isn’t looking for…this…tonight, but I can’t let them know that.’

She looked like she wanted to argue, but then her expression cleared. ‘Oh! I thought you were just talking to him.’

Eifion blinked. ‘Who?’

‘His Thaneship. I wondered why he were glowering so much while I was dancing. Right you are, one false pipe-job coming up. Though no doubt its him you’d rather be tooting on it.

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