The cutlass' blade was dragged across the cobblestone ground, its reluctant wielder lazy from the day's more-than-unusual boredom. The bars were boasting with feverish life and everlasting joy, but the woman knew that wasn't her thing. The tavern might be open however. Of all the buildings open within the tight-packed city, the tavern was the most comfortable and the safest. As she slung herself through the door the woman was greeted with dim candles and an emptiness rare to have in the night. She walked up to the counter and was immediately greeted by the always present bartender, Aegis. He was polishing a glass beer mug when he noticed the woman sit at the counter, and he filled up the mug with a fresh brew.
"Shelly, what happened today? You aren't your usual hyperactive self." She groaned, and grabbed the mug. She downed the entire content within seconds and slammed the mug back on the counter.
"Aegis, you ever felt like you could do more in your life rather than tend to the tavern?"
"Well, that's something I don't think of that much. I mean, on days when I'm stressed out with the rent for this bottom floor. The Queen sent her tax collector today. You know how much damn gold pieces I had to pay up? A lot!" Shelly giggled, the slight warmth from the fresh brew setting in her stomach.
"Aegis you're such a goof. If you were younger I would've had you in my arms." The old man blushed as he cleaned the same beer mug yet again.
"Let me tell you of when I was a younger man. I had long, radiant and flowing black hair, a chistled body and I was still at work, if you catch my drift." Shelly laughed, pushing his shoulder a bit. Aegis smirked and continued. "I was a rough and tough sailor in the Royal Navy, Admiral Aegis they would call me, especially the women. On and on and on and..."
"Aegis I get it. You were the shit. You were bangin' hardcore. Go on with the story you old man."
"Hmph. Well, like I was saying, I was an admiral in the Royal Navy. We went to war kicking ass and raping women we found. Of course, without a bit of bribing. However, I saw something out there on the deep blue that pretty much destroyed my entire life and made me what I am currently."
"Well, spill the neams ya ol' dog you!"
"As my fleet cruised for those damned Spanish naval ships I saw a man in the water."
"Really? Just that?"
"Not just any man, you see. This man had green and black arms as glistening as polished silver. His eyes were that of a monster and, worst of all, he was floating in the water without kicking his feet. You'd believe he were just standing on something. He looked me in the eye and grinned. Shelly, let me tell you this and only you this." Shelly was becoming afraid, and yet excited all at once.
"Whisper it."
"That man is proof that the Old One resides underwater. If I weren't already screaming and hollerin', I'd believe he were the creature itself." Shelly laughed, swiveling around in the chair she sat on.
"Telling scary stories after hours I see Aegis. Nice try, talking about Cthulh-" Aegis covered her moth before she could finish the name. That dreaded name of pure madness and evil. A name of unspeakable horror, a name of fear, a name of terror. A tall man wearing an open purple silk hooded cloak entered through the front doors, prompting Aegis to smile and depart from Shelly. He only wore black cargo pants and standard military greaves on his pants and wore skin-fitting black vambraces and gauntlets. Aegis looked at these features and smiled.
"Aye there! What would ye like?" The man sat on a stool to Shelly's right and pulled off the cloak. He wore no top clothing, letting his bare chest and abs to the elements. His eyes were a frosty blue, barely visible from behind his white hair. She felt...an unnatural lust for this man who only walked in moments ago.
"I'd like to know when's the next ship leaving for Elba."
"Oh, you're in luck my good sir! It departs tomorrow morning at sunrise."
"Are there any available rooms to sleep in? I walked all the way from Whitechapel to get here and-" Shelly unconsciously grabbed his bare arm and her face turned bright pink.
"The rooms are reserved in advance. You could lie with me for the night, as I myself am heading for Elba tomorrow." The man gave a courteous smile to her, and for that moment, Shelly could have fainted. His voice was alluring, his body giving her endless temptations to crawl all over it and for him to give it to her back. Why was Shelly thinking like this? Aegis yawned and began blowing out candles.
"Time to head up anyways. Long day tomorrow. Good night you two." Shelly rose up and motioned for the man to follow her. If this were ant simpleton she would have suspected rape but she felt...something else from this man. As he walked in the room she walked in with her back and locked the door. There was a large bed fit for two, but the man started to doze off in the small sofa at the end of the bed. Shelly felt bad and poked his shoulder, rousing him from his transition into sleep.
"Hey, we could share the bed. Don't worry I don't push." The man sat up and ran his hand through his hair. Shelly herself brushed her long brown hair from her face and began undoing her corset, followed by her stockings and tunic. She sat next to the man and looked at him. He was staring at the ceiling, but he noticed her and began to speak.
"Sorry if I'm being a burden to you at the moment."
"No, no! It's fine...um..."
"Maximilian. Or just Max." Shelly grinned, her face turning pink again as he breathed a sigh.
"Nice name Max. I'm Shelly." He smirked and looked at her.
"That's a pretty name. I like it." Shelly's face turned red and she looked to the ground in shyness.
"Thanks Max. Hey, why are you going to Elba, if it's not a bother."
"No, no it isn't. I need to visit an old friend who's dying."
"Max, I'm sorry I asked."
"No, it's fine, really." Shelly couldn't take one more moment without desiring to fuck him. He was tall, handsome and generous.
"Max, don't get me wrong and think differently of me after this one incident, but I want to fuck you."
"Pardon?"
"I want to fuck you. I want you in me, filling me with your warmph and groping me sides and breasts. You're just too good to pass up." She threw herself on him tonguing him with energy she never thought she possessed. Max did his best to fight her off, but she had acquired some sort of supernatural strength and had him pinned down. He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. Instead of running he ripped her pants off and undid his. He plunged into her nether region and held her arms down while she herself cried out "Maximilian" for dear life. She wrapped her legs around his back and he pushed further in. And with each inch he advanced into her she squeezed her grip on his arm. She felt dirty, like a worthless whore. But she didn't mind as this man she only met minutes ago was giving it to her like they were mad lovers. She flipped him over and pressed her arm on his chest. She couldn't see his frosty eyes behind his hair, but she figured that that wasn't important. She rode him like a wild horse, rode him like the whore she was.
