The interior was little better than the exterior. The room
was large and sparsely populated. Old wooden boxes were scattered
about the room. These boxes seemed to fill the role of tables and
seats. Spider webs completely covered the low rafters and dirt caked
the floors. A young drunken dwarf was unconscious face down in a
pool of his own vomit. His loud snoring roared over the low muttering
of the other patrons. The other patrons seemed to be at home in the
dark; they were in clumps huddled in their cloaks. The only light in
the room was from the fire and the small candles on the tables. The
fire was large and orange but it was too far away and also was behind
the bar. The candles were small and surrounded by the occupants not
allowing the light to escape their inner
circle. The windows were covered by ragged and stained curtains
blocking out any natural light that might of come in. The smell of
vomit, bitter beer, and burnt food all came together to attack the
nostrils. The scent was so pungent it had caused my eyes to water.
I scanned the room for some one that looked as if they were the
inn keeper the bar tender or something. My eyes caught a large man in
an apron serving drinks to a small group of me in a corner. He stood
about two meters tall with a barrel as a chest. He had a pair of
powerful arms and legs and a gut that seemed to sag to his thighs.
He had a smallish head for his size. His face was round with fat cheeks
it almost perfectly resembled the face of a pig. He seemed almost as
if he were the failed experiment of a twisted mage. He did not seem
very intelligent and acted as some one that depended entirely on his
physical abilities to get what he wanted. He had the air of some one
that enjoyed pushing people around and did it quite often. His cloths
told that he lived alone and did not care for his physical appearance.
His shirt had at one time been white now was grey and stained with food
and sweet and did not quite reach his belly button. His pants were
tight and stained in a similar fashion to the shirt; the pants though
seemed to reach his shoes. The apron was the one exception it was pure
white and pristine shape even though it was pulled tightly to an
ill-formed creature.
He looked at me and my companion with his light brown eyes. In
them shone a glimmer of intelligence but about the same as a dog. After
snorting he started to slowly wade towards the two of us. I began
forward as well to close the gap between us. We both stopped when we
were about arms length apart.
"We would like a room for the day," requested Adam with as great
amount of diplomatic elegance as he could muster.
"Hmph," responded our boorish host. My love began to tremble
from the pure anger he felt. He seemed ready to burst and kill the
creature.
"Are there no rooms free?" I chimed in quickly and with as happy
of tone as I could pull off to avoid the coming bloodbath.
"how much you got?" spit the beast though the gaps in his teeth
unleashing a stench that was simply unbearable.
"How much does a room cost?" I asked slightly confused about the
odd question he asked because the type of place it was.
"How much you got?" repeated our slow witted host with his eyes
wandering uncertain what to look at.
"We have a safianct amount I assure you," sputtered my companion
violently. He was trying to keep his composure but was quickly beginning
to fail.
"Two gold ... up front," snorted the disgusting vulture.
"Two gold! Two gold! I could buy this place for fifty copper!
Why the hell would I pay two gold!" exclaimed my passionate comrade.
"Fine. That will be fine but we will need some food as well," I
interjected quickly before further aggressions poured from my beloved's
mouth.
The repugnant inn keeper smiled half laughing. He gestured to
one of the tables. The smug look further enraged my love. So I quickly
grabbed hold of his arm and walked him to the table. The impolite pig
returned to the kitchen.
"Why did you do that!?" mentally projected my love.
"We have no choice the sun is too close," I responded quietly
trying to soothe him.
"But two gold that is outrageous!" he continues to probe my
mind. The rage was apparent on his face with his teeth bared.
"I'm paying don't worry. If we run out of money I could always
ask my father for more," I quietly said out loud.
"Funny!" snaps back the prowling beast. The loud sound drew the
attention of the other patrons. Attention we didn't need or want.
"Let's just sleep and get out of this hamlet tomorrow night," I
return silently to return the conversation to its former state.
"But..."
"Oh, the food has come," I quickly break in to avoid any more of
the conversation.
The vulgar host handed us two greasy plates with a bit of bread
and a charred piece of meat on either. He also placed on our table two
mugs of beer. The bitterness of the beer and charred flesh introduced a
disgusting new scent into the air.
"Thank you," I said with quiet politeness.
"Your room is the second door up the stairs," he smiled still
enveloped in his air of smugness.
He placed a small key on the table and quietly walked off to
attend to the other guests. I picked up the key and contemplate it. It
was the length of my pointer finger and very skinny. The key was iron
and very battered because of its constant use over the years. It was not
cold it seemed to hold warmth but not from an outside source but from
itself. I quietly replaced the key and looked across the table to see my
love. My better half was looking at the food placed in front of him. He
didn't bother hiding his disgust. Unwilling and unable to eat it.
"I can not eat this. I am starving and there is nowhere I can
find blood. The mongrels in this town would probably make me sick,"
silently snarled the starving beast.
"Just pretend to eat it. You don't have to swallow or anything.
Besides one night without feeding won't kill you either," I answered him
silently. "we should start speaking out soon, people are beginning to
stare," I quietly suggest.
"Fine! Why did we start this journey anyway?" he impatiently
questioned.
"You had to get away from home," I quietly reminded him and
myself. A few memories returned to taunt me.
"Be quiet!" he ordered. I do; I decide to eat and avoid further
conversation.
I looked down at my plate to see the unrecognizable remains of
some creature. Lovely. I took the bread and nibbled on it quietly. I
tried to eat it slowly and make it last but I was too hungry and it was
gone very quickly. This left me only with the disgusting beast to eat.
When I was young I was always pushed around by bullies. One of their
favorite games was to force me to eat something disgusting. I eventually
learned to deal with this because I kept myself from smelling or tasting
what was being forced down my throat. This saved me some pain. I started
to eat using this same technique. It was stringy and chewy but luckily
the grease caused it to go down easier. I could only do this in intervals
and had to pause between bites. My lovely companion had decided to feel
sorry for himself and was sulking over his plate of food. This depressed
me so I decided I would watch the other patrons. The clientele was
completely comprised of elderly human men. The majority of them had no
hair and the ones that did it was white and wispy. They all had ruddy
complections and bloodshot eyes. A fog of alcohol and unhappiness covered
them.
This depressed me even further so I decided to watch my food. I could
only bare this for a few moments. Dinner was over.
"Let's go," I said through my cloud of depression.
I picked up the key and started up from the table. I wandered
quietly to the stairs followed by my joy. I slowly walked up the stairs
an air of unhappiness hung over the two of us. The hallway was narrow and
dark. The ceiling was low nearly touching my head and covered in
spider-webs. I turned to our door a battered wooden door but it was
strong. I put the small key in its home and slowly turned it. The lock
resisted it was stubborn and old it was rarely used. I opened the door
and looked into the dark and lonely room. Inside was a large four post
bed with worn but soft looking sheets. The room was only a little larger
than the bed. There was a window that was the full height of the room
across from the door. Thick velvet curtains covered the window they had
faded so much that the original color could not be determined. The floor
was covered by dust but not caked with dirt as bellow. The room had not
been used for at least a few months and most likely more. My love stood
behind me casting his beautiful shadow on me.
"He must of read my mind but too bad it is such a large bed. Do
you want the left or the right side?" I laughed quietly.
"Not now," answered the beautiful creature not amused by my jest.
"Don't be so hissy," I continued playing.
"I have not eaten yet and you tell me not to be so hissy!" he
screamed at me.
"Than you should sleep and conserve your energy for later," I
suggested gently.
"Humph," he exclaimed and then collapsed on the bed. I closed the
door and followed sitting down next to him.
"Sit up," I ordered him softly.
He reluctantly complied. He sat up straight meeting me face to
face. He looked into my eyes with his soft, gentle, but penetrating blue
gems. I leaned in and sweetly covered his neck and throat with kisses.
I paused to unbutton the silver clasps on his waistcoat. It was a rich
purple color of the softest velvet. I softly squeezed his chest and
abdomen. I ran my hands down his back and held him tight nuzzling him
gently. I slowly pulled off the waist coat and set it on the floor. He
reached over and unbuttoned my linen shirt slowly. He seemed to enjoy the
fact that he was torturing me. He tenderly squeezed my shoulders as he
removed my shirt. The passionate beast leaned in and kissed my bare
shoulders while he ran his fingers down my chest and abdomen. The
contrast of the sensations was exquisite the heat of his lips and the
chill of his fingers. It ran shivers down my spine and caused the most
wonderful ecstacy to fill my body. I pulled him into me, his silk shirt
was against my chest. We embraced with our essences consuming each other
and becoming one. Our eyes again meet. The soft eyes that drew me near.
I leaned in closing my eyes and our lips touched. Our lips opened and
his warm tongue finds a home in my mouth. We were like this until I
thought I would pass out. I pulled back and continued on my important
work. I no longer could be a patient tease. I unbuttoned his shirt as
fast as I could. I nearly tore the buttons off I was so excited. His
chest was firm and pale with out a hair on it. I tenderly covered his
chest in kisses. He drew my face back to his again our lips meet and
again his tongue finds its home. He pulls his tongue out of my mouth
slowly and
runs it down my neck and under my chin. He let me felt the warmth of
his passion. My hands wandered down to his pants which I started to
unbutton.
Part Five(Warning strong sexual content)
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