Soul Slave

The Feast

Edward jerked awake at the smell of hot roasted pork and cold ale placed by a side table near his face, sitting up he'd notice he was naked and bathed. Putting on some nearby garments that laid out on a table nearby he'd make eye contact with a redhead having a pair of freckled breasts he desperately imagined himself stuffed in between. She knelt down in front of him and peeled his eyes back, then bottom lip inspecting his teeth. Then placing a hand on his bandaged stomach he'd revolt back and cringe forcing him back down in the bed.

"Oh, darling i'm so sorry!" She'd sit beside him on the bed and rub his shoulders.

He'd groan from the pain of his stomach and recover himself after a minute or two. "How long was I out?" He said, with his eyes still closed, hands on his stomach.

"Still the same awful night we found ya, if that answers your question." She'd pet his shaggy messy black hair, "Topside has crumbled, fools should have moved down here with Marcus Harmont, instead of following Quintus and his pathetic effort of a port city."

Edward laid there for a few more seconds before rolling over and opening his eyes, catching himself staring into her cleavage for a bit too long.

"Ahem, so you're telling me-"

"Yep, you're in the undercity hun... Now lay back, I hear you're important... Could save the city..." She'd trail her hand up Edward's left thigh until grabbing ahold of his groin, tightly.

Edward winced and thought about it long and hard as she stroked him and the two enormous breasts were pushed into his face. Using the last of his energy he'd push himself up and away from her walking over and across the room he'd lean on the wall with his right hand shaking his head.

"There's no time."

"Oh honey..." She'd stand and go to walk towards him, "There's always time for fun."

He'd turn around with a glare on his face, "Not if you want me to save this city, there will be more than just undead here by sunrise."

"That's hours away, come on..." She'd grab his pants and he'd push away, going to grab his sword only to find nothing. Shaking his head he'd turn to the woman who had a frown on her face, but wasn't too upset.

"Where'd the man... Who brought me here go?" Edward grabbed ahold of his roasted slice of honey glazed ham and gobbled it up before wetting his lips with the cold frosty ale. Setting the mug down he'd start to reach for another slice of ham.

"I'll show you!" She'd take his left hand and began leading him down a hallway that seemed carved into the ground similar to dwarven design.

It was dark and smelled of dirt, so dark that he was suddenly jerked around a corner by the woman and pinned against a wall. They were nose to nose, Edward's arm pinned behind his back something sharp was against his neck; forcing him to stiffen up straight against the wall.

"What's it like up there?"

"End times." Edward said coldly, eyes darting around in the darkness.

"Why did Billy say you're our saviour?" She whispered into his left ear causing the hairs on the back of his neck to raise. The sharp object vanished with the warmth of her body heat against him.

"Help me find the man who brought me, then I'll tell you."

There was an uncomfortable silence in the darkness, yet at the same time there was something intimate about this situation. Yanking to the left she continued to lead him down the halls until finally an opening emerged from the tunnels. The sight was a welcome one, as the ceiling expanded out, torches in many corners of the undercity lighting up the view.