1. The Nymph’s Pleasure House: Rosalie’s Cave - Part V


    Date: 12/17/2017, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: kristyflowers, Source: LushStories

    He ran through the forest as fast as his body would allow him. He knew that it was foolish of him to be on his own in the dark on night; wolves and bears would not show him a second act of mercy. But he needed to be alone. He needed to hunt. Many years ago, he had studied the maps of the incubus territory and he remembered that there was a human village at the very edge of the map; a tiny little village that could so easily be whipped out by a passing troop of mercenaries. Incubuses usually targeted larger villages during their hunts as that allowed them to have more choice. Every village that was within his tribe’s territory was shared by several incubuses. Every group of incubuses was assigned to a handful of villages as to avoid clashes during hunts. But this tiny village wasn’t assigned to anyone; as far as the incubuses were concerned, it was the back of beyond and located in no man’s land. But now Raener thanked the heavens for letting him come across the maps. This tiny village at the edge of the forest would safe his life. He focused his magic into his eyes and peered ahead. He dodged the trees and within an hour, he had arrived at the village. It consisted of only a handful of huts—a pitiful little village that might even invoke a sense of mercy in bandits. “Hmmm,” he murmured. Judging by the size of the huts and the quality of the built material and considering the density of the huts and the number of livestock he sensed, there might be fifty to sixty residents in ...
    this village. Considering elderlies, men and children—there were probably only five to ten young women in this village. That will have to do, he thought. He was starved and his body was weak; he wasn’t in the position to be picky. He lingered at the edge of the forest and waited for dawn to break the horizon. It was in the first hour of the day that usually marked the best opportunity to strike. The women would wake up first and go to the well or river to fetch water while the men slept. And it was always the young women who had to perform this task; if she was unmarried and living with her family, then her mother would delegate this task to her. If she was married and living with her husband, then the norms of society would command her to do it. Finally, the first rays of sunlight peeked above the horizon and Raener tensed. His heart beat fast, his blood grew hot. Little did he know that this was what Rosalie felt when she was on the hunt. The doors of the huts opened and several young women stepped out. All of them were wearing a plain village dress with a brown veil covering the top of their heads. It was clothing that unmistakably marked their social position as peasants. Most of the girls went to the well in the middle of the village, but one single young woman separated herself from the group and walked to the edge of the village, to the river that brought the ice-cold water that trickled down from the snowy mountain tops where the dwarves lived in their caves. Raener ...
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