Derik's Luck 57
From TSade
[edit] Blooming Flowers
Kneeling down in the dirt of a late spring morning, Derik frowned as he read the directions on a packet of seeds. He didn’t know why, but while he could still climb to the third story of a building in a few seconds, he couldn’t understand how to plant flowers. Grumbling, he jammed one of Shiel’s daggers into the dirt and carved out a hole. Picking a few seeds, he dropped them in and shoved it back into place. Nothing happened, so he did it again and again, drilling a neat line across a patch of overturned dirt.
He chuckled and looked over to Shiel’s enchanted sword. She dug up the ground for him, using the massive blade to slice huge chunks of solid mass, tossing it into the air, and obliterating the clods until they rained down in a fine shower of dirt.
He smiled and dug a few more holes, using the rest of the seeds. He finished the packet and frowned; his efforts only covered less than a quarter of the upturned earth.
Shrugging, he hopped to his feet. He let out a sigh as his bare feet sank into the cool earth. Brushing out the deep blue skirt he wore, he twirled around for a moment, then hopped lightly out of the garden. His shirt, a thick flannel one clung to his body. He couldn’t wear Tornsin’s anymore, after three years it had become so thread-bare and torn that Shiel forbade it since she didn’t want to see his naked skin through the rents. Instead, he just used it as his pillow in his cage—memories of an old life.
His thoughts ran softly and he turned his wrist to look at the kiss mark still on his wrist. Two years passed and it still shimmered against his skin. He reached down and kissed it lightly. It was a prayer, of sorts. He knew something would happen, he just needed patience until Bridget called him.
Flipping the dagger, he threw it into the earth next to the enchanted sword. It hit the ground with a thunk and he sat down suddenly, staring at the freshly made garden.
From inside the house, he could hear Shiel still sleeping off her latest round of binge drinking. This time, she managed to get a cask of Dragon Gut and the snores rattled the walls. He rolled his eyes and played with a strand of grass.
He tensed as he heard someone walking up the path leading up to the house. Without looking back, he tapped the ground and listened to the hesitating movements. Then, a voice spoke up.
“I don’t think it will grow if you watch.”
Derik smiled as Storn sat down next to him, looking nervous and uncomfortable.
“Hey.”
Storn grunted. Derik chuckled and looked over the garden.
“I never tried to grow something, you know.”
“Won’t grow if you watch it. Takes weeks. Wendi liked to grow flowers.”
“Yeah, I remember. She always made it look easy.”
“Not really, father helped.”
He felt Storn looking at him. He said nothing but the fence eventually spoke.
“You seem, um, domestic.”
Derik chuckled, “Not really. Shiel is sleeping off some booze and tomorrow we leave for the coast. Got a job to hunt a river dragon causing trouble with some boats. I, I just felt like planting a garden last night.”
“Going to be difficult? The dragon?”
“Probably not. I’ll probably end up naked and either swallowed or fucked, then Shiel will hop up and kill it. Prefer the sex bit, digestive juices ruin more of my clothes than anything else.”
“Okay, that sounds just wrong.”
Derik laughed happily.
“Yeah, but its where I need to be.”
“That sounds worse.”
Neither said anything for a long moment, then Storn cleared his throat.
“Don’t you miss it?”
“Stealing?”
“Yeah, being a thief.”
“Not really.”
“What about the rest of it?”
“Not really. Last week, I got to climb a twelve story tower in the rain, swing down and distract a wizard while Shiel had to fight her way up the stairs.”
“I heard about that one, heard you got hurt pretty badly.”
Derik shivered at the memory of the acidic spell that peeled back his flesh. And then the pain of it being healed while Shiel bitched him out.
“Yeah, but I heal.”
Storn struggled with his words and Derik just looked at the garden. He already knew it would fail, but it felt good to try something new. He finished painting the house right before winter the year before and he needed something to do with his hands.
“Look, about... you know, the auction.”
Derik closed his eyes, but said nothing. Storn cleared his throat.
“I heard you got it pretty bad, with Shiel and Rick and everything. And, well-”
“I forgave you a long time ago, Storn.”
“-I would kind of... what?”
Derik smiled at his old friend.
“I fucked up. At this point, I’m not going to pretend I did anything else. Your family was angry and, well, I can’t say I shouldn’t have done it, but I will say I’m sorry that I hurt you.”
Frowning, Storn ripped up some grass and stared at him.
“What happened to you?”
“Well, after a few years of being used as bait, I had enough time to think about things. I’m here and, at the moment, this is where I am suppose to be.”
“You seem,” he hesitated, “so confident now. Most people would be terrified to be the slave of Shiel. I heard she broke Maston’s leg last month.”
“Both actually, and a pair of ribs, and his hand. Bastard shouldn’t have tried to stab me.”
Storn swallowed hard.
“I also heard she dressed you up as a nun for that one.”
Derik grinned, “Yeah, she did. But, it was my idea. Got a bunch of outfits in the basement now. Shiel thinks its great fun to dress me up appropriate to our job.”
“You are fucked up.”
He leaned back and looked up at the sky. He grinned, remembering Shiel’s words.
“We’re all fucked up, Storn. Some of us are just happy about it.”
“Yeah, well I couldn’t do it.”
Storn set down a heavy packet on the ground.
“Look, I didn’t know where to find you, then when I did, I kind of sat on it, but this came for you about a year ago. From my sister and the harem.”
Derik turned to look at him curiously.
“Me?”
“Yeah, sorry it took so long.”
Surprised, Derik looked at the paper-wrapped package. His hands reached out to stroke the edge of it and he felt his heart pounding. Storn watched him, then spoke cautiously.
“Do you miss that?”
“More than you can imagine, Storn.”
“Ever thought about going back?”
“Every day and every night.”
“Why don’t you? You are probably the best thief in the country now.”
“It isn’t time.”
“How will you know?”
Derik turned his wrist to bring the kiss mark to the sunlight.
“Faith.”
Storn grunted. After a few minutes of silence, he scrambled to his feet. Derik hopped up lightly, leaving the package on the grass. Storn looked around at the neatly trimmed walk, the painted house, and the fresh garden that would fail.
“Look, I know you say you forgave me, but... well, I felt like coming out here today. I-I’m not really angry at you anymore. We got the silver and you, well, you got what came to you.”
Derik smiled and nodded.
“Thanks.”
“You have best damned luck to make the worst person in the world your friend.”
He thought about Rick and shivered.
“Not the worst.”
“Yeah, sorry. Speaking of that, watch out. I heard Rick is back in the area and asked about you.”
“Is he still in charge?”
“No, he retreated to his family home after the duke sprung him from prison. Haven’t seen him in a few years, but the word is that he’s back.”
“I’ll stay near Shiel then.”
“Yeah,” his friend distractedly, “you should do that.”
Together, they walked down the path toward the house and on the road. Derik’s eyes scanned around, but Storn was honestly alone. At the road, the fence turned to him.
“Oh, one more thing. As the guild master of the thieves now, I’m here to give you a new rank.”
“I’m not a thief. Oh, and congratulations.”
Storn chuckled, “You’ll always be a thief, Derik.”
“What rank?”
“We created a new category for you. Um, ‘bait’.”
Derik’s eyebrow rose with a question.
“I’m now a bait?”
“Actually, a master bait. Also, after the thing with the baron and that bit with stealing the princess from the merchant’s guild, you are also now a master boxer and face. You are getting pretty famous, despite the fact, people can’t seem to find this place.”
Derik’s lip quirked as Storn said it like “masturbate.”
“Got a lot of time to think, now that you are guild master?”
Storn grinned, “Yeah, but mainly I wanted to see if we were cool.”
“Yeah, we’re cool.”
“Good, you have no clue how hard it was to come here like this.”
“You are always welcomed, just bring a cask to distract Shiel.”
Storn held out his hand.
“You are always welcomed in my bar, Derik, day or night.”
Derik took the hand and shook it.
“As a friend?”
“As a brother.”
He smiled, then dragged Storn into a tight hug. Storn resisted for a moment, his stomach clenching, but Derik just squeezed him once and released him.
“Thank you.”
After a few short words, Storn headed back up the road and Derik watched him disappear into the distance. Feeling light, he padded across the grass and looked down at the package on the ground. Picking it up with his feet, he flipped it up and carried it into the house.
In the kitchen, he picked up a bottle of mead, which Shiel refused to touch, and popped it open as he sat at the table. The package sat in front of him and he seriously considered just leaving it wrapped. After a few minutes, he pulled it to him and ripped it open.
He found two letters, both perfumed, and set them aside. His fingers trembled as she pulled open the paper and picked up his corset, the one from Tiv’s. Tears sparkled in his eyes as he brought it to his nose and breathed in the smells of the harem. The memories that slammed into him brought the tears down on his face.
Shaking, he set it aside and picked up the long blue cord he used to tie up his hair. He fingered it before setting it aside.
The third and final item stole his breath away. It was a simple white shirt, but he already knew who gave it to him as the tears streamed down his face. Picking it up, he buried his face in it and lost himself in the smells of Tornsin and apple. It was faded, but his heart hurt to be reminded of so much. He was crying before he realized it, his sobs muted by the soft fabric of a lover.
Still crying, he set down the shirt long enough to remove his flannel one and slip into his gift. He felt his body growing hot with excitement and his manhood coming to life as he buttoned up the shirt. As he fumbled with the last button, he was panting for air and crying at the same time.
Finished, he buried his face in the fabric and stroked his shaft. He was hot and hard and burning with lust, the memories crashing into him as he soaked the shirt with his tears. His hands fumbled with his skirt, yanking it up and freeing his manhood. Stroking it with both hands, he bent over the table and pumped himself, his eyes closed tight as he imagined Tornsin coming behind him, filling him as only a true lover could.
Frustratingly, he couldn’t reach his orgasm. His fingers dripped with his juices and he felt the searing pleasure rising, but his mind refuse to give him the release he craved. Letting out a gasp of lust, he plastered his face against the table and bit his lip, begging his own body to come.
“Oi! What the fuck?”
Derik froze and blushed. He opened his eyes to see Shiel standing in the door, rubbing her eyes. She gathered her enchanted sword but she stared at him with an expression of disgust and surprise. Derik’s blush grew hotter as he released his dripping shaft and stood up, tugging the skirt down over his exposed buttocks.
Shiel sniffed.
“Yuck, you got more apple crap?”
Bashfully, he plastered his hands over his hardness and nodded. Shiel staggered into the room and dropped the wooden cask into the crate near the door. Grabbing a narrow bottle, she leaned against the kitchen and looked at him.
“Getting all hot and bothered? Thinking about your boyfriend?”
“I, um, Shiel-”
She snapped her fingers.
“Come here.”
He hesitated for a moment, then blushing hotly, he walked over to her, his hand still covering the hardness below his skirt. Shiel looked at him, her blue and green eyes piercing. Then she grinned evilly. He swallowed, knowing she was about to do something he didn’t like.
She grabbed him and spun him around. Before he could response, she bent him over the table and kicked apart his legs.
“Shiel!”
“Ya, shut up. Look, you ain’t that pretty, but you need this.”
“What!?”
In answer, she yanked up his skirt to expose his ass. He tried to push up, but she shoved his head down on the table. He whimpered as he felt something smooth sliding up his thigh and he groaned as he realized it was the thick end of the bottle in her hand. Shiel worked it between his ass cheeks and pressed it right against his hole.
“You know you can’t get off unless someone is doing da pumping.”
He whimpered, but the strength flew out of him as he felt her rocking the smooth glass against his anal ring. Shiel grunted as she muttered.
“Pretend I’m da baron or something.”
A moan escaped Derik’s lips as he plastered his hands against the surface of the table. His body burned with hunger and he heard precum dripping to the ground. The thick end circled around, easing him open, then she jammed it into him. He nearly came as he felt himself being stretched open, filling to the brim.
As she pumped it, the orgasm built up quickly. Derik closed his eyes and imagined it was Tornsin or the baron taking him and the heat flushed even hotter. He gasped and opened his mouth, his bottom lip carssing the table as he pushed back on the bottle. It was so thick and hard as it drove into him. Shiel said nothing as she gripped it tightly, driving it in and out with hard, powerful strokes. It wasn’t love-making, she was fucking him. Hard and brutal, at first it didn’t seem like it was for his pleasure, but Shiel knew him as well as he did and the feelings of helplessness, being pinned to the table and almost raped sent him over the edge.
He let out a scream of pleasure as he came. He shuddered violently as Shiel continued to drive into him, the glass slick against his insides and setting off every tiny mote of pleasure to course through his system. He whimpered and wailed, begging for more and she gave it him. He lost himself in his fantasies and in the scents of his gifts as she buried the entire length into his rectum and forced out another mind-blowing orgasm.
When she was finished, she pulled out the bottle from his body and tossed it in the air. Derik slid off the table and slumped to the ground, a smile on his lips and his body shivering with pleasure. He looked up to see Shiel washing off the bottle. Then, she popped it open and drank half of it.
Gasping for breath, she wiped her mouth and pointed at him.
“We ain’t doing this, we ain’t lovers, and I don’t like you.”
He let out a happy, shuddering breath.
“Thank you, Shiel.”
Her eyes drifted to the table, then she grinned. Reaching over, she grabbed the corset.
“Oh, this would be perfect. Mine.”
Derik chuckled, then nodded.
“Might as well, I don’t have breasts.”
“Damn right. And its magical. So is the cord.”
“Locater sensor on the cord, and I think the corset is protective. Its from Tiv’s.”
“Never heard of it.”
“Store for mages.”
Shiel purred as she looked at the corset.
“Fair enough, you keep the cord, the corset is mine.”
She growled playfully and Derik just laughed. Shiel hopped over the table and ran out of the room to try it on. Derik reached up and grabbed the cord and letters.
“Shiel?”
From upstairs, his mistress and friend yelled back.
“Yeah?”
“I’m growing my hair long again.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Wincing as he got up, Derik headed to his own room, the area around his cage, to read the letters in peace.
