One Last Knight. A Series of Short Stories.

Ajor stood stark naked before her mirror.

Her clean, smooth, almond-hued skin glistened in the low light of her candles.

Just three.

One above the mirror, just within reach.

One above her headboard, to keep alight the sheets.

One

next to the door, to brighten every breach.

The soft light danced across her slim, cat-like figure.

Her thick silver hair -still damp from her recent bath- smelled of white wine and reefer smoke. It tumbled down her spine in rolling curls, stopping just above the curve of her supple derriere. She picked up her Ogre bone comb from the desktop and gently worked at the ends of her thick locks.

Her company would be arriving within the hour.

She had a few more preparations to complete before then. She had to, above all else, make sure her guest was comfortable.

Relaxed.

The pillows -both real and metaphorical- were fluffed and fresh.

She gave herself a once over.

Beads of water dripped from her taut nipples and onto the desk before her as a slight breeze rolled in through her window.

The salty-sweet scent of the ocean intermingled with her own and seemed to caress the little spaces between her thighs, causing a thrill to run up the curve of her back.

She shivered a pleased shiver and tossed a wink toward the invisible gift giver.

Her kinda guy.

Gal?

Whichever worked in her favor.

She finished untangling the last of her knots. To dress or not to dress?

It seemed like a bit of a silly question to her at first. Then her mind shot ahead to the inevitable task at hand. She supposed it really mattered little.

Naked then.

She looked forward to the look upon her companion's face. He would blush deeper than a witch's wishing well, of this she was sure. All the better. She wanted him to be as mellowed and relaxed as was humanly possible. Or inhuman? Humanoid at the VERY least.

No Goblin nor Orcis were permitted.

She still had yet to learn his name, station, nor race.

None of that mattered if he… it? Was visiting her room this night. She would likely never see or hear of him again after this night. In fact, she knew she wouldn't.

Her real job was to make people like him disappear.

And she was very good at it.

Ajor was a Femme Fillet.

A lady of the night under the renowned Madam Moonrey of House Moonrey.

Some would call her a whore.

A sex worker.

A slut.

A hooker.

She had heard them all.

Never to her face mind you.

To be a Femme Fillet was far more than just thus.

Theirs was a station of its own.

Their House was no mere brothel.

The Houses were an intricate and winding conglomerate of EXCLUSIVELY female assassins.

Moral code tenders.

Their prey was just and only anyone who would do harm to any woman, child, or man even in defiance of the local laws.

Their targets were those who would take undue advantage of any other human or humanoid.

Kidnappers.

Traffickers.

Sex Offenders.

Those were the ones who they wanted to frequent their doors.

Those were the ones who never left their doors.

The Houses numbered five in full.

They had eyes and ears all along the Crater Coast.

House Moonrey being the most prestigious.

Currently at least.

The term "Femme Fillet" was given only to the best, deadliest, and most cunning of the hundreds of women who found themselves at the doors of one House or another, and over the years, even those who could not fight were taken in. They were taught to read and write and earn incomes of their own. The Houses grew, and the best of those among the best of them were gifted the title of Madam.

The Madams organized and banded together in secret.

Pacts were made.

Rules set.

And with time, theirs was a society of its own.

They kept the balance between the Boroughs and kept each other safe.

The five cities' Borough Leaders were content to let the "glorified brothels" do business, woefully ignorant as to how much they were really contributing to the overall stability of the boroughs.

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Borut was drunk.

Very drunk.

Very

Very drunk.

He had to much to do and to little time with which to do it… He needed a break.

His feet felt like blocks of stone as he sluggishly plopped one foot in front of the other, slowly making his way up the stair way.

The climb seemed to take for ever.

Another step.

Another step.

Then flatness. Merciful flatness.

Although this flatness was still kinda tilting and swaying, it was not stairs.

Thank the gods…

Borut was known around Wegkrip as several things: A loyal Captain of the guard, an avid swordsmen and combatant, and lastly but in no way the least, an uncaring and excessive pervert.

That last fact is what had brought him back to Madam Moonrey's "brothel" this night, as it often and typically did.

Upon reaching the second floor, he realized through his blurry and hazy eyes that the aforementioned Madam was at the top of the stupid stairs waiting.

With her arms crossed and a less-than-amused glare on her silky smooth Elven face.

Madam Moonrey extended her arm and put her hand out in a halting motion in front of the brutish mans face.

"Drunk as per usual I see."

She said, not bothering to mask her annoyance.

"No. This will not do."

she said crossing her arms once again.

"BAH!"

The drunkard spat.

"Me money is as good as any ones to ye whores!"

A slurred sentence it was.

An inaccurate sentence it was.

Madam Moonrey would have none of it. Her ladies had enough to work with as is. His drunken state would be a hassle that she was sure that none of them would care to deal with on a Friday night. Well… okay, she had a couple who wouldn't mind.

Honesty was key among assassins.

"You my dear man are a slob and a pest."

She said with a roll of her shimmering eyes.

"Look at the state of your crest, have you no shame?"

She purred more than said.

Borut simply shrugged and sneered her way.

"I've been called more true, and less true Missy Moonrey."

He jeered.

"Now move."

The brute took a menacing step forward, his hand moving to the polished hilt of the sword on his hip.

Madam Moonrey was not bothered in the least by Borut's bravado.

"Or what Captain Borut of Wegkrip?"

She said, taking two steps forward, bringing her face to within a foot of his.

The overbearing odor of stale beer was honestly a bit more frightening than the guardsmen could ever be. Stale beer drew patrons away… Hmm. She would have to have a word with her barkeep.

Seeing that the woman didn't back down took the steam out of Borut's sails. He was too tired and too drunk for this.

He growled and an ugly, crooked smile crawled over his waist of a handsome face.

"If I was ye, I would member that y'all are only under my guard at night Missy Moonrey, ye and I both know that the daylight brings out the real fun ones."

Madam Moonrey didn't let it show, how much it really bothered her to hear her name spoken in such a perverse way. A reminder it was of her "lesser" days.

Long ago. Yet never far enough away it seemed…

"Oh my dear, desperately deprived old friend, your hollow threats have never and will never bother me. But alas, my refusal of services to you and your men would bother you quite a bit hmm?"

Her words seemed to sober the man up a bit.

Just a bit.

"No no, no threats Madam! A jest is all, only a drunk man's jest!"

With a forced chuckle and a silly-looking nod, Borut put his thumbs in his belt and puffed his chest out just a bit.

"In all seriousness though..."

He began, in what was no doubt an attempt to sooth the waters:

"The Boroughs have been rougher than usual as of late. Thieves and bandits and the likes about in strange numbers. Must be somethin' brewin' with the guilds of the Crater Coast… ye and yer ladies best be in before dawn for the foreseeable future yeah?"

Madam Moonrey took his words to heart. She has seen a change in the recent clientele, and in the city at large…

Her ladies were also exceptional at the art of "pillow talk"

The rumors were growing more and more dire.

Something had awoken on Halfmaan Isle, and change was on the horizon.

Big change.

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Ajor had heard the exchange in the hallway.

All of the ladies had.

Their rooms were magically enhanced to let sound in when it was wanted, and to trap noise on the inside similarly.

There was a lull in the conversation as Madam Moonrey digested what the Captain had said. She gave a short, sharp inhalation, and predictably, Borut look right into her eyes.

She subtly pushed a bit of truth inducing magic his way via her sundering ice blue orbs.

Ajor hadn't "heard" this part, but she knew Moonrey better than anyone else.

She knew what was happening just outside of her door.

She knew also, that she would not be taking a life this night.

well…

At least not this particular life.

Borut had very suddenly made himself much more valuable alive than dead to the knowledge treasuring Madam of her house. His "hollow" threat not only opened a new avenue in the conversation, it had had a bit more weigh to it than Madam Moonrey had expected.

As her spell took effect, the inebriated Borut seemed to suddenly become very forthcoming with whatever knowledge he had. His pupils dilated, his breathing and voice slowed.

The next half hour was spent listening to him babble on about many many things.

Many that Ajor had not the slightest knowledge of.

A few that she did.

The Deep Stone Sea?

The Star of Grootawe?

These she knew.

The "Deep Stone Sea" was a term that the folk of Enverdolmol used in reference to the super dark waters in and about the Crater Coast. The massive inlet that was home to the Tri-Eye, Halfmaan Island, and Ensam Island.

The "Star of Grootawe" was a colloquial term for the five major settlements that were spread out around the inlet.

These five Boroughs and a handful of smaller towns and villages made up the East coast nation of Grootawe, or "Big Port"

What we all have come to call The Crater Coast.

The five boroughs were known far and wide for their guild-like society, and culture.

Each town had it's hand in a particular field of expertise.

Be it theft, assassinations, hunting, espionage, or extortion.

One could find nearly any means to an end if one knew where to look.

Outside of the things that he had mentioned, there has been one thing that had stood out to her for some reason. Something she could have never known of at the time.

Something or someone that Borut had simply called "The Undoing."

Which was apparently tied to something or again, someone he had referred to as a Gyr.

The word tasted familiar in her mouth but she could not place it.

Her inward thoughts had left her distracted, and suddenly there was a soft knock at her door.

With a start, she turned to her wardrobe, pulled out a shear, black, silken robe, and threw it over her shoulders. It did its job in the dimly lit room, of covering all of her… spicy bits. To leave more to the imagination had its advantages.

No, she wouldn't be taking Borut's life that night.

But alas, an assassin's work was never done, and bills forever needed paying.

She shoved aside all of the information that was swimming through her mind and did her best to focus on the task at hand. This next "target" she knew, and he was not exactly a "pillar of society."

Well…nor was Borut.

But Borut had important knowledge, at least enough to keep his tongue for now, since his life was clearly off of the table. This next one was just as corrupted, yet not half as important. Maybe she would get some fun out of this night after all.

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Madam Moonrey had a lot to sit and consider this night.

With the knowledge that she had gained from Borut, she suddenly had a few more pieces on the proverbial board that she could move in her houses, nay her Boroughs favor. Borut had truly earned himself a pass this time around. He was marked for death for crimes against humanity in the form of crude and sexual acts…

Crimes that Moonrey took very seriously, given her title and position within the strange, and ever-shifting town. She was not only the matron Madam of her house, but she was also the Borough leader of Wegkrip.

Her job was to keep balance and peace within her domain. A job that she was very good at, and very proud of. And as much as she had once admired Borut, he had grown to be a vile and manipulative man as he had risen in rank, and by extension, power. It was with a heavy heart that she had signed for his death after sifting through countless reports and gathered documents that took note of his many crimes.

But this night, he had inadvertently earned himself a stay of hand.

During the long and perpetually foggy days, She was Lady Laroon.

The prompt and firm hand of Wegkrip, and Borut was her Captain of the guard.

But when the veil of darkness fell over the Five Boroughs, she became the loft and mysterious, Madam Moonrey of House Moonrey, and Borut was her constantly present customer.

One must see why she would be torn in the issuance of his death warrant.

With this most recent development though, she would have reason to let him walk.

On both sides of the day and night.

He had no idea who she really was.

What her influence really was.

This was indeed his lucky night…

Moonrey turned her head slowly and pushed the motion until her neck gave a soft pop.

She could feel herself relax, and she let her magic fade away just enough to leave Borut in a captivated haze. Her truth spell would be no more, but its residual effect often left her victims at her will for hours afterwards.

"Well haven't you been helpful this evening."

She nearly whispered, so low was her voice

So slow was her tempo.

The words dripped from her lips like honey.

Borut was like a puppet on a string.

Humans and Humanoids alike had varying degrees of resistance to mind magic of the sort that Madam Moonrey had at her disposal, and alcohol did little to benefit such a target.

With eyes half open, Borut shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off his Aether-induced stupor. She gave him no time.

"Room 12 will do you just fine love…"

The words seemed to echo softly in his ears, ebbing and growing in sound and pace

With legs that shook, still filled with booze, the man shambled off to the awaiting door and lady.

Moonrey knew that the Lady in this particular room could handle Borut just fine. Not only was she one for rough play, she was even better at being rough. He would be spared yes, but he would go far from unscathed.

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Jinroy was a well mannered and clean cut man.

He was always respectable, prompt, and gentle with Ajor.

As soon as her door had swung open, he had swept her up into his burly arms.

Their kiss was as deep as their embrace.

With a single motion, he had both pulled away her robe, and took the firm nipple of her right breast into his mouth. His soft wet tongue played over her nipples in turn, and his strong hands gripped her shoulders, her lower back, and then her derriere as he lifted her from her feet with little effort and sat her on the waiting bed.

Ajor shivered and ran her slim fingers through his copper hair as his head inched lower and lower.

The diamond coat nail polish she has applied earlier sparkled in the pale candle light.

Jinroy licked her over every inch. He slipped his fingers in and out of her moistened crevices and delighted in her faint moans and squeals of pleasure.

He was a giver.

A generous man, with a massive… oral fixation.

He licked and touched until her juices filled his mouth and beard.

And she let him.

She could use a bit of a "self-care" moment for once.

Let him take his time.

And he did.

After a while of this, she gently pulled on the tops of his ears, a sign that she was done with it.

She hated to be overstimulated.

As he began his rise to meet her, she pulled a soft, clean cloth from the edge of her bed, and took the dripping fluids from his face before his kisses could smear it all over hers.

She typically didn't mind getting dirty, but he was her last client, and she didn't care to do her facial routine all over just before bed. The thought fled her minds as she felt the tip of his pulsating member rub softly against her lower orifice, as if to ask permission to enter.

She grabbed a hold of his lower back and pulled him toward her while simultaneously thrusting her hips.

They let out involuntary gasp in unison, as the sensation of pleasure was immediate and at first overwhelming.

Ajor gripped his torso tightly and rolled her hips from beneath him as Jinroy thrust quicker and quicker, his breath growing labored.

She knew his body.

His stamina.

His longevity.

She felt his skin go clammy.

She felt his breath catch in his throat.

She felt his quiver.

She felt his member pulsating inside of her as he found his release.

She let the sensations, the sounds, the scents, the sights take her over.

Her release was just as grand.

There were times when taking a life was a bit more… difficult for Ajor.

She could detach herself emotionally.

She did so very often.

But that didn't mean that she didn't form… bonds?

Attachments?

She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she liked this one.

He was, again, generous as hell.

He always left her with twice what was owed after their rare encounters.

He was gentle.

He treated he body with the utmost respect, never doing anything that she was not comfortable with. A rarity for many of the men that she had come to meet in her line of work, and life style alike.

He seemed like a genuinely kind man.

But alas.

He was here.

Ajor hadn't known about the Captain.

But Jinroy?

His list of transgressions was twice that in length as Borut's own.

She sighed inwardly.

A pity it was really.

What a waste of a good lay.

It had been some time since she had last bedded him.

Today would be the last.

As he took his weight onto his upper body and pulled his member from inside of her, he began to roll over, possibly to lay next to her. She rolled with him, and in an instant, she was atop his muscled frame.

His eyes widened as he felt her settle herself, shifting her hips forward just enough so that his member was just outside of her orifice again.

They locked eyes as she felt him slide up and deep inside of her.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Oh, how she would miss this one…

His hands gripped her waist as assisted her in her lustful bounce.

His eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

His toes curled and the knuckles popped.

Ajor let him fall into her web.

She slowly reached up and took a grip on the handles of the pair of dirks that were concealed in her headboard, one to either side of the candle.

She rode him.

Now more for herself, more than for his pleasure.

With one last look into his half-rolled eyes, she let herself release one last time.

As she collapsed forward onto his sculpted chest, panting and sweating, in that very same motion, she slipped a silent blade neatly into the spaces that were his armpits.

The blades met and crossed inside of his heart…

He was dead before the last of his release shot into her.

And she smiled.

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Hey all!

whooooooo, is it kinda steamy in here or is it just me? lol

I know that that was a bit of a change of pace, but I assure you, there are many, many more tales and twists to come!

I hope that this last chapter was enough to keep you all around and in love with the ever-growing cast of Enverdolmol!

I will be posting some new art and a few more new character bios soon, so stay tuned folks.

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rest well all, or good morning!

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