The Blade the Spear the Demon Crown

Author's Note:

This is a "men's fantasy romance" written to be reminiscent of the old Sword & Sorcery stories of the 20th century. There is explicit sex, non-consensual sex, and graphic violence contained in this story. This is set in the "City of Scum" setting created by the Literotica author

StillStunned

, and I thank him for allowing me to play in his playground so to speak. While reference is made to characters, places, and events that have happened in other "City of Scum" stories, you do not have to have read those to be able to enjoy this story. In the spirit of the old grimdark S&S stories, this DOES NOT have a happy ending.

You have been warned.

Chapter 1

Back on Low Street, he saw the sign for the Neckless Nag down the street at the edge of his vision through the morning mist. Not that he had the money to get a drink, no matter how much he wanted one. Eiristos had two copper commons left, and he needed to make that stretch. After the failed expedition to the half buried temple in the swamps, it was all he had left.

His party was dead, ripped apart by whatever that thing was. It wasn't a ghoul; it was too inhuman. A creature of almost skeletal thinness, pale skin, lambent eyes, and claws that ripped through chain-mail like it was a thin, threadbare cloth. Eiristos' own leathers had been destroyed in the battle, along with his party, his weapons, their supplies, everything.

Two coppers and the strange curved sword he had found, that was all that remained. The creature had looked unlike any beast, ghoul, or demon he had ever seen. His one encounter with the Widow Queen, when he had accepted the contract from the Waterfront Widows, had burned the appearance of an actual demon into his mind and memory.

"You look like the dead."

Eiristos turned around to see the speaker. She was dressed in the dark cloak and hardened, darkly dyed leathers of the Widows.

"If it wasn't for luck, I would be dead." He replied.

She looked him up and down. He was sure he was a sight, with ripped and bloodied rags being all that remained of his clothing. The rag wrapped bundle holding the strange sword he found the only intact thing he had besides his dagger.

She spoke crisply, "Follow me," and began walking at a brisk pace down Low Street towards the waterfront. Eiristos followed as quickly as he could, grunting from the pain of his barely healed injuries. After a few minutes she turned into a building with a sign of a beehive. The Beekeeper Inn, he knew the place. It was almost too upscale for its location near the end of Low Street. He would normally avoid this place to conserve what little coin he had. His guide walked in through the well lit front room and straight towards the innkeeper polishing dust off of the bottles behind the long bar. She spoke to the innkeeper quickly, with hushed words, and slid something across the bar towards him. He handed her two bottles from the top shelf and two flagons.

She turned around to face Eiristos. "Come with me."

Without waiting for a response she headed for the stairs at the side of the room. He followed her, still grunting from the pain he felt, that was more and more becoming the only thing he was conscious of. He made it one third of the way up the stairs behind her before his vision darkened and he felt the sharp pain of the wooden stairs against the side of his head.

Every inch of his body ached as he blinked his eyes, trying to will them to focus. Slowly his vision cleared, and he saw the woman who had led him here sitting in a chair facing him. He felt the softness of a bed underneath him, but without the familiar scratch of straw. A thick quilted woolen blanket covered him. Raising it, he saw he was naked underneath and his wounds were freshly bandaged.

The woman got up from her seat and filled a flagon from a bottle. She had removed her cloak and leathers and was now only wearing a thin shift and what looked like men's hose. She was petite with only modest curves but still athletic like an acrobat. The dark skin he had seen under her cloak's hood made her form visible under her thin shift. He felt his body responding to her appearance despite the pain. She cast a quick glance at the rising blanket.

"Just because I made myself comfortable while waiting for you to wake up does not mean you get to do anything with me. Now drink and I'll have your report for the Widow." Her waist length, dark, thin braids shook as she handed him the flagon.

Eiristos took a sip. The liquid was dry, like an expensive wine, tasting slightly of honey but without the sweetness. It felt cool going down his parched throat, but hit his empty stomach like a rock. He groaned and clutched at his stomach with his free hand.

"Report first, and then I'll have some food brought up." She sat back down in the chair as she spoke, her open legs revealing she was wearing nothing but the shift and hose which only rose to her mid thigh.

Eiristos shook his head, to clear his thoughts, letting the pain of movement distract him from the view of her body. "We went to the temple ruins as directed. The temple connects to a cave system under the swamp, but the caverns are dry. We were attacked by a creature that I've never even heard of before. It was human in shape but thin, spindly, with grayish-white skin, and eyes that glowed like a cat's whenever light hit them. Our weapons were useless against it, and its claws tore through metal like it was cloth. What is this you gave me?"

She crossed her legs finally blocking the view up her shift. "Mead. Caeren makes it here, that's why he calls the place The Beekeeper. If this creature was so powerful, how did you survive?"

Eiristos grunted from another throb of pain and took a long swallow of mead before answering. "During the fight I fell through a false wall, that's where I found that." He gestured at the bundle on the table beside the chair the woman was sitting on. "By the time I found my way back, everyone was dead, all three of them. The witch, my brother, and the hunter we hired, all dead. Everything we had brought with us was completely torn to shreds. I could barely tend my own wounds and make it back here. Their bodies remain where they fell. I didn't have the strength left to burn or bury them." He took another long drink of mead as he finished, he felt the drink going to his head past his empty stomach. Gods, looking at her in such little, thin clothing was its own form of torture. He wanted to taste that dark brown skin and feel the curves of her petite body against his own. But she was one of the Waterfront Widows. She had probably killed more men than he could easily count, and she worked for a literal demon. Since he had failed to fulfill the contract, she held his life in her hands.

She laughed at him. "Down boy, you've done nothing to earn that type of reward." She sipped from her own flagon before continuing, "Now, tell me about what you found."

"It's an oddly shaped sword, kind of like the old sickle swords of the southern regions, but the curves aren't as pronounced. It's magical, but I wasn't able to determine any specific enchantments."

There was a knock on the room door as he finished speaking. The woman got up and opened it. A servant woman entered with a tray of food that she set on the table. She was followed by a second woman carrying a steaming basin of water and several clean cloths draped over her arm. The serving women deposited their burdens, then quickly left. The dark-haired woman latched the door behind them, then brought the tray of food over to the bed. It was a thick round loaf of bread with the center cut out and filled with a dark meaty stew. Eiristos' stomach rumbled at the thought of food, as it had been days since he had eaten.

"You eat while I bathe, then I'll take the item and your report to the Widow. You will stay in this room until I return with her decision." She pulled the thin shift over her head revealing fuller breasts than her build implied. Eiristos' eyes were drawn to her nipples, stiff from the chill of the room, and surrounded by dark areolas. He looked away and down at his stew before she could notice him staring. It was torture, that's what it was, her standing naked before him, rubbing her flawless mahogany skin with a cloth dipped in the steaming water. His stomach rumbled again, and taking up the wrought spoon, he focused on the stew and bread in front of him, washing down mouthfuls with swallows of the dry mead.

"How many contracts have you completed for us?" She asked.

Eiristos tried to keep his eyes on the food, and not focus on her slowly rubbing her breasts with the cloth, or the dark patch of well trimmed hair between her legs, or the glistening droplets of water on her shapely thighs, as she continued to clean herself languorously. He answered, speaking around bites of food, "Three. This contract was the fourth the Waterfront Widows had given me."

She walked over to the bed and put her hand on his chest, before lightly drawing a finger down along his body from the base of his throat to just above his pubic hair, pushing the tray of food back from him as she did so.

"And this time you failed," she growled. "Your companions are dead, and you have almost nothing to show for it."

She grabbed his manhood and squeezed, causing Eiristos to gasp with pain. The woman turned and walked back to the basin, giving him a view of her swaying, well-formed buttocks. She grabbed a towel and began quickly drying herself.

"You are to stay in this room. Your meals will be brought to you. You are to have no visitors. No women, no men. You will stay here until I or the Widow Queen return, once she has decided your fate. Caeren has been our associate for a long time and will follow the instructions I have given him to keep you here behind locked doors."

At this point she was dressed and reattaching her leathers over her shift and hose. Eiristos felt himself still swollen, stiff, from her torturing him with the view of her naked body just moments ago. He pushed the now empty tray of food away and sat up straighter in the bed. "Could I at least have the name of my captor?"

She attached her cloak with a metal pin and walked back over to the bed, reaching below the blanket to grab his throbbing cock again. "You don't need my name, and for now, this," she squeezed his shaft forcefully again, "and you belong to me and the Widow Queen."

With that she let go and strode out of the room. He heard the distinctive click of a lock being engaged after the door closed behind her. While a locked or trapped door was normally not a problem for him, all his tools had been lost. He struggled out of the bed to move the tray to the table before crawling back under the blanket. He might as well sleep, not like he had anything better to do.

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"This is useless to us! Somehow you already blood bound it to yourself!"

Eiristos had been stuck in this room for days, waiting for the woman to return. Now she was screaming at him from the doorway. The sword, still sheathed and wrapped up again in the same rags he had used to conceal it on his return to the city, landed beside him on the bed with a soft thump. Its curved hilt with the thin chain finger guard now visible as some of the rag wrappings had come loose.

"I never intentionally tried to bind myself to it. But I was bleeding when I had to use it to fight my way out of that temple." He grumbled, trying to keep the pain he still felt from his injuries out of his voice. He was in enough trouble with the Waterfront Widows for failing to fulfill the contract. Clear the temple ruin and bring anything of value back to the gang and the Widows' demonic queen. His brother, his brother's witch wife, and their hired hunter guide all lay dead in that cursed place. Now this woman looked like she was ready to kill him.

Naked except for the bandages around his chest and head, he stood up from the bed to face the petite woman. The thought of her naked, bathing herself in front of him, caused his manhood to stiffen and rise. Eiristos didn't care if she saw his body's reaction to her. "Either kill me or tell me what your queen, the Widow, has to say."

Her hand stroked a knife on her belt. Her long thin braids swung freely as she shook her head at him. Eiristos knew he was not a particularly imposing man, being of average height and build. But his muscles had still been defined by years of labor and fighting. He saw her glance down at his erect shaft, and did he detect a bit of a blush in her cheeks? She licked her lips furtively before looking back into eyes.

"The Queen has decided she does not want you dead. The creature you encountered does make for an extenuating circumstance. However, you are still bound to your contract." Dropping her dark cloak to the floor she stepped forward quickly, grabbing his balls and squeezing, forcing him down to one knee from the pain. "Until your task is finished, these and you are still mine."

She gave his balls a final twist before pushing him back onto the bed. There was a flare of pain from his healing wounds. How someone that petite had the strength to toss him to the bed from kneeling on the floor he wasn't sure, but she was one of the Waterfront Widows and none of their members were anything to be trifled with.

"Until your contract is completed, you will do as I say." She pulled some cords from a pouch at her waist and began tying his wrist to one of the bedposts. He said nothing as she walked around to do the same to his other wrist, followed by tying up both of his ankles, leaving him spread eagle on top of the woolen blanket, naked apart from his bandages.

"Now, you are going to give me what I want, and then I'll give you the Widow Queen's full instructions."

She quickly removed her hardened leather armor, stripping down to just her shift. She apparently was not wearing hose today, as her smooth skin was revealed more and more with each piece that was removed. Eiristos felt himself respond to the sight of her, the sensation of his cock swelling as blood flowed into his member. A slap to his face had him briefly seeing stars. When his vision cleared, he saw her standing now fully naked beside the bed.

"You are going to give me what I want, before you do anything else, and I want a good fucking."

She crawled onto the bed and moved astride him, facing away, so that all he saw was her shapely ass and the braids falling across the flawless skin of her bare back. He felt the warmth of her spit on his cock as she stroked him with her hands, first slowly, then with increasing firmness of her grip. She added more spit as she worked his member, getting him increasingly hard. He let out a deep sigh of pleasure at her ministrations and was rewarded with her moving her hips back to straddle his face. The warm, spicy smell of her glistening cunt greeting his nose. He used his tongue to stroke and lick her folds and taste her delicious juices. As he traced the lines of her nether lips with the tip of his tongue, he felt the warmth of her mouth surrounding his glans.

Eiristos continued to lick, using his tongue to search for her hidden pearl as he lapped up the increasing flow of her juices. He felt her lips move lower and lower on his shaft until they reached the base of his member. He groaned with pleasure as she moved up and down along his length, sucking and licking while fondling his balls with a hand. Eiristos used his tongue in quick strokes across and around her stiffened clit before trying to reach it as far inside her hole as he could.

He felt himself getting close before she stopped using her mouth on him. Sliding her hips along his body, she used a hand to guide his length into her warm wet slit. She enveloped him quickly and began rocking her hips rapidly, fucking him with a feverish intensity. He moaned with pleasure as he felt her muscles gripping him as she continued to ride him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll come back." It was the quiet voice of one the two serving women that delivered his meals.

"No... you won't... you'll put the tray... down... and come here... to lick me clean... when I'm... done." Even though his captor was panting with her exertions, her tone left no room for disobedience.

He felt her muscles clench and pulse around him, and it pushed him over the final edge. He felt himself release burst after burst of cum into her. Finally, going soft as the woman rose off of him.

"Now girl, you are going to lick his cum out of me, then feed me his cum with your mouth."

Raising his head, he saw the woman settle into the chair beside the table as the now topless pale skinned serving woman knelt down in front of her. After a few moments, the serving woman rose to give the Waterfront Widow a deep passionate kiss.

He heard his captor speak again. "There, doesn't a man's seed taste better when you share it like this?"

"Yes, mistress," came the response from the serving woman.

Eiristos strained against his bonds as he tried to raise his head to view the two women. The Widow was still sitting in the chair, her surprisingly full breasts on display as she sipped from a cup of mead while the ginger haired serving woman was again nestled between her legs. The servant's pale pink skin contrasted against the mahogany brown skin of the Widow.

Moans of pleasure came from both women as they shared his seed between them. His stiffening cock was obscuring the view from his position still tied to the bed.

The waterfront widow's voice sounded again. "It looks like my toy is ready for more. I want you to suck his cock until you have a mouthful of cum, then kiss me with it so we can share."

"Yes mistress, thank you, mistress." The serving woman rose and walked over to the bed, her heavy breasts bouncing slightly. Eiristos noticed her prominent large pink nipples against the pale skin of her teats. He groaned as her tongue licked his member, causing it to rise even more. With business like efficiency, she took his shaft into her mouth and worked it with her tongue and lips. Eiristos felt the cords cutting into his wrists and ankles as his body tensed from the serving woman's ministrations. The sight of her ginger hair falling around her face as her head bobbed up and down along his cock added to the pleasure. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto the bed, as he focused on the pleasure of the serving woman's lips on his manhood.

He felt the tension build as she sucked on him, before the release of pumping his cum into her willing mouth. Her cheeks puffed out as she tried to hold his emissions while releasing his member so she could return to her mistress with his cum. He heard more groans of pleasure from the two women as they shared his seed.

A few brief moments later he felt a cloth being tied around his head, over his eyes. Then a hand grasping his deflated cock, lightly stroking it, coaxing it back to rigid attention.

"Marguerite, I want you to keep milking my toy and bringing me mouthfuls of his cum until I say I am done." That was the voice of the Waterfront Widow.

"Yes, mistress." So Marguerite was the ginger haired serving woman. He felt warm, soft lips on his shaft, kissing it, and the light flick of a tongue on the underside of the head of his manhood.

"This man is my toy. Neither you nor Nell can use him without my direct permission." The Widow spoke firmly but softly. Eiristos tried to focus on her words but the feel of Marguerite's mouth and throat on his cock made it difficult. He felt his hips trying to thrust of their own accord with what limited movement his restrained position allowed.

He lost count of how many times he came. At one point it sounded like a third woman had joined in, but between his bonds and the blindfold all he was aware of was moans and grunts of pleasure, and the feel of lips on his cock sucking more out of him. Finally, he felt the press of a body riding him again, and heard one of the serving women say, "Yes, mistress Theophania. I'm sorry mistress. Do you need to punish me mistress?"