READ THIS ***** Okay guys so this is a new story, and it is R-rated, if you are going to be offended by foul language don't read. It will have sex scenes and sexual references throughout, so if you don't want to hear that that then don't read. The girl is 18, but the guy is 30, I had to make him older for pacific reasons and won't change it, so if you have an issue with the age gap, don't read. Thank you. Also this is a werewold story but I refer to the werewolfs as Lykae - from the word Lykanthrope, just so u don't get confused.*****
***PS: I hope those who do read really enjoy this, and please stick with it, I promise after this first chapter the action starts really quickly, our leading man enters chap 2 then the fun starts! And sorry for any mistakes in grammar/spelling/ typos, I write this on my iPad, so it probs won't be perfect. Love you all.***
CHAPTER 1 - A HUMBLE TRAVELER
Geeva was glad for her large hood not only so no one could see her face but also because it hid the disgust on her face. Lord Degas was seated at his throne and like many of the knight and warriors That loitered around the ancient castle there was a buxom whore in his lap and drink in his hand - probably ale, what Geeva had long ago learned was the medieval equivalent of beer.
Celebrating a recently won battle.
The Lord and a large number of his subjects were Berserkers - Norse warriors who fought in a wild frenzy and knew nothing but war and fornication.
The Lord was tugging on the already loose laces that ran up the front of her bodice and groping her breasts but his drunkenness made him clumsy and set aside his ale to grab at her with both beefy hands. Geeva supposed he was attractive enough for his age - he would have had to be at least 40 - and the woman in his lap seemed to be enjoying his attention enough; eagerly puffing her chest out towards him and wiggling around on his lap.
"My liege, a moment." The guard said.
The Lord looked up and scowled. "What?" He grunted in annoyance. Geeva looked at his hands witch were still on the girls body and sure enough he still had the thumb on his right hand. He was not the man I was looking for.
"This boy wishes to seek refuge in the castle walls." Of course they would assume Geeva was a boy. There weren't many young girls who would dare travel in the Roode - the hidden land of all magic and mystical creatures - alone, and with the tight corset and loose draper cloak she wore it was easy enough to hide her feminine figure. Plus the fact she wore trews and carried a sword in a sheath on her back.
"Who are you?" His demand was slurred, lacking the command he was going for. Like most of the people around here he had a thick Scottish accent.
"My name is Gwayne." She hid her female voice as easily as she lied. "And I am but a humble traveller, seeking shelter for night or two and perhaps even a meal to fill my empty belly if you could be so kind. I have heard of recent victory, a great one I hear, and thought you may be in high enough spirits to be feeling generous." Geeva knew from experience charm worked even better and more often on drunken men. A drunk man was a stupid man and a stupid man was a hell of a lot easier to fool.
The Lord smiled crookedly. Bingo.
"Did you now?" He seemed curious but his attention was wavering between Geeva and the whore on his lap who was stroking up and down his chest. She was probably and Nymph; beautiful, always horny and eager to please, those little hookers were. "Well, your in luck, I am indeed in high spirits. I count myself a kind master of my land so it's only fair I give you refuge is it not? Henry will show you two a room and grab some food for you on the way, won't you Henry?" He looked at the guard who stood next to me.
"Of, course, my liege." Henry bowed and started to lead me away but Lord Degas help up a finger in a 'wait-a-second' gesture.
"One more thing, you are free to roam the city but you should be weary tomorra. It is the time of Venatu and the King of the Eastern Lykae clans, Kydan the Beast and a number of Lykae arrive tomorra in search of Mates and well you know what Lykae are like, especially when it comes to their Mates. Worse than my kind! Which is saying something. Now go, keen to git back to me woman." And his attention was already back on her breasts.
"Oh, could I possibly trouble you with one more thing?" Geeva asked "Please, my lord."
"Well then spit it out, you test my patients boy." he said but he still smiled.
"You wouldn't happen to know of man missing his right thumb, a skilled fey swordsman once, until he lost that thumb anyway. He switched to his left hand but he's not fought the way he once did since. His name is Bhore Night Slayer." Geeva had been searching for years and had only gotten the smallest clues as to wear he might be.
"I have heard of this man. The bastard slay 2 of my people, what is he to you?" The Lords good mood was gone in a second and Geeva knew to tread carefully.
"A bastard. Nothing more, I just wondered if you could perhaps tell me his whereabouts." Geeva hoped he was drunk enough and eager enough to get back to his whore that he wouldn't ask her about why she wanted this information.
"No, I do not. If I did I would have killed him myself by now."
Henry was silent as he lead her first to the kitchen and then to an empty room. Geeva was glad she hadn't come earlier in the night, the men still around we're a bad enough mix. The angry drunks fought over just about anything, but mostly over spilt drinks or women. Other men had their hands down whores shirts and up their skirts. But by this late hour most of the men were either retired in their rooms with a woman or passed out.
The great hallways were dark and dank, the old stone walls permitting cold throughout.
"Here it is. I suggest you lock the door just in case anyone comes drunkenly stumbling down here." Henry told her.
Geeva nodded and tilted her head in thanks and then he was gone and Geeva was in the room, sliding the lock into place and exhaling with relief.
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