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“I cannot imagine that,” I state, finishing my plate of food. “Did that suffice?”

“Oh no, I’m just getting started. Did I ever tell you about the little minx who pulled a knife out while I bedded her?”

“It seems like these women don’t know if they want to fuck you or kill you.”

“Same emotions, really,” grins Garvin, and I get myself a mug of strong, black coffee, because this is going to be a long morning.

17

MAYA

“Alright Ethan, take off your shirt,” I say. He’s sitting on the bed, while Felix is on the wooden chair, constantly running his hand over his bald scalp. The two of them look like men who know they are going to the gallows. Ethan groans as he pulls off his tunic, and I assess his collection of welts and bruises.

“Nothing serious. I’ll give you a tonic to put on the welts, and tomorrow you’ll be back to normal.”

“I could use a fucking pint of stillroot,” says Ethan.

“You wouldn’t wake up after that.”

“I know. I’d just go off in a dreamless fucking sleep, and not have to face that…that monster tomorrow.”

I hand him the bottle of tonic, which I brewed up this morning, and a small vial of medium-strength stillroot. “This will help you sleep tonight.”

“Thank you,” he says, and pulls his tunic back on, leaving. I point to the bed, and Felix takes his place. It’s cool, but he’s sweating.

“Hey. You’ve a chance tomorrow. Don’t give up hope.”

“That’s easy for you to say. I’m going up against an orc.” He pulls off his shirt without asking. He’s got a cut on his chest from a blow, and I clean it, bandage him up, and give him the same medications as Ethan. His gaze is fixated on the floor, and I follow it to a tiny ant, crawling across the stone floor.

“Tomorrow, that ant will be here, and I won’t,” he says, his face pale as he shudders, pulling his clothes back on and leaving me alone in my makeshift hospital.

When he leaves, I lose my mask and sit down heavily on the wooden chair. I’ve helped people pass before. I’ve helped them come to terms with their fears, held their hand as they died, but I’ve never seen this, a perfectly healthy man who knows he is going to die. It would be merciful to give them a larger dose of stillroot, but any more and it could affect their performance in combat. If Khan thinks they have a chance, I have to give it to them, no matter how badly I want to soothe their terror.

There’s a heavy knock at the door. “Come in,” I say, and Khan enters. He’s not training today, and he is in light, flowing grey pants and a white t-shirt that hugs his muscles. I smile, feeling better already to be in his presence, sitting back in the chair and appreciating the view. He closes the door behind him.

“Garvin went to the market this morning.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a glass jar. I recognize the banesroot by the light, white color of the paste, but I open it and give it a smell to make sure. “And you trust him?”

“I do. Are you sure this…banesroot will kill the seed?”

I nod. “Mixed in the vials, certainly.”

“Garvin told me that…it can be used another way.” I can see the clear outline of his monstrous cock against his grey pants, and it comes to life, blood flowing into his massive member.

I bite my lip. “I’d tell you what I tell women who come to me about it…it works well, but it’s not perfect. But if you combine with pulling out…”

Khan grins. “I don’t trust myself. When I’m inside you, I’ll lose all control.” My mouth goes dry, my nipples hardening, as I imagine him ravaging me, his powerful hips thrusting that massive cock in and out of me, his cock stiffening and pulsing as he drives it so deep inside me and can’t pull out.

I clear my throat, suddenly feeling awkward, my cheeks flushed red as I look towards the leather bag. “Should we…”

“Of course.” Khan reaches into the leather bag, pulling out one of the long vials. If last night hadn’t happened, I would have thought there was no way for a man to fill one. I had to have a bath this morning to get clean.

“Would you like some privacy?” I ask, and to my shock, I blush.

He chuckles and sits back on the bed, and I bite my lip, looking at the door, then back to his huge, throbbing cock, clearly outlined against his grey pants. The head of his cock stains his pants darker, dripping like a faucet, and I picture riding him, my hands on his huge chest muscles, grinding that thing deeper and deeper into me. I glance at the jar of banesroot. It would be so easy to coat his cock with it and take the risk…

I can’t wait to hear his groan of pleasure, to make his eyes roll back, and I get up and kneel in front of him, looking up at the huge warrior. My hands shake as I reach up and undo his pants, pulling them down so his huge, jade cock rears up. I breathe in and smell the musk of his seed-filled balls, and my whole body trembles with need.

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