March 8, 2009

In Which Falidor Meets Man's Greatest Fear

WARNING: Okay, kiddies, this one's not for you. Mature people only, please.

December 10, 1156

"Well, are you coming or not?" demanded the girl from however many feet ahead of him; in his rather drunken state, her voice seemed to echo throughout Falidor's ears, as if there were three of her shouting to him, each seconds after the other.

"Coming," he assured her, yawning slightly. "Just... hold up..."

Falidor's sixteenth birthday had been the day before last. Lord Severin had given him the day off, but unfortunately, it had proved to be a particularly difficult day for Falidor's mother, so he and his sister Leonora had spent it switching off between the tasks of tending to her and keeping an eye on their younger siblings. He'd had to work the next day, but fortunately, Lord Severin took pity on him and gave him another chance to celebrate his birthday.

So naturally, his grandfather had taken him to the inn in Lyran Village, where the two of them had downed several pints of ale; Falidor couldn't remember exactly how many. His grandfather left shortly after, accompanied by some woman who had been rather tipsy herself. In his absence, Falidor had been approached by this girl, who seemed relatively sober and whose features he could barely even distinguish.

She'd invited him back to her house--her parents and siblings were out visiting friends, and would not be back before morning. He had agreed, but he regretted it now; she lived in the king's shire, and it was a long enough walk for a young man who hadn't just spent a good few hours drinking.

Gesturing for him to follow, she opened the door and made her way into the lifeless house. It was bigger than Falidor's, but from what he could see, much emptier in terms of possessions. Perhaps they were poorer than he, or maybe they just disliked clutter; he would probably never know, and really, it didn't matter.

"See? I told you," she declared triumphantly as he followed her inside. "No one's home."

"Mmm," hummed Falidor, not entirely sure what to make of all this. Perhaps she wanted to clean the house, in order to surprise her parents, and needed help. Or maybe she'd found a wounded puppy or kitten, and wanted to tell someone. Yes, it had to be something like that. He'd do whatever he could.

"So, uh... nice place you've got here," he lied; he secretly thought it lacked a certain homeyness required of a dwelling, but it would probably be rude to tell her that.

The girl scowled. "Oh, don't talk!" she snapped. "Talk is just a waste of time. There are more important things."

Falidor raised an eyebrow. Needless to say, he was rather confused; maybe it was just the alcohol. "I suppose... wait, what--why--where'd your dress go?"

"It'll just get in the way," she answered; from what he could make out, there was a strange sort of smile on her face. "You'd better catch up."

"Catch up?" repeated Falidor.

He couldn't tell if she was amused or not--or even why she would be. "Don't be an ass. Take your clothes off."

"Uh... all right..."

He proceeded to strip down, then tossed his clothing to the side and gave her an expectant stare.


"Now what?"

She rolled her eyes. "Now, you kiss me."

Nodding, he took her cheek in his hand and began to pull her toward him as best he could; it was a difficult task, considering how drunk he was. Her skin was a little rough--he was sure Thetis's was much softer.

There was nothing spectacular about her mouth either, he realized as it met his. Her lips were chapped and dry, and her tongue lacked any sort of pleasant flavor that would stimulate his own. At least she seemed to know what she was doing; the motions were pleasurable enough.

"All right, that's enough of that!" she exclaimed suddenly, pulling away from his kiss. "Let's move on to something else now."

Falidor cocked his head slightly. "What do you mean?"

Grinning devilishly, she reached behind him and squeezed his ass; he couldn't help but jump in surprise. "You know what I mean, you stupid boy!"

As she threw herself upon him, he felt the blood in his veins rush toward his nether regions, as if some dam inside of him had burst. It had happened to him before, but never in this sort of situation; normally, he just dealt with this sort of thing with his own hand, but the girl seemed to have him covered, even though both of her hands were accounted for in other places.

"Thrust," she commanded between nibbles on his shoulder.

"Sorry?" he asked, even more off-guard than he had been a minute ago.

"Thrust!" she shrieked once more.

"Oh. Right."

He proceeded to do so. One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts... he stopped counting after about six.

Suddenly, he could feel a wave of immense pleasure approaching, like the high tide coming in. Falidor smiled as he readied himself... oh, this would be good, he knew it...

"Pull out!"

Falidor's jaw dropped. Why now? "Excuse me?"

The girl glared at him. "Pull--it--out. Now!"

"Uh... if you insist, I guess..."

Choosing not to question her any further, Falidor did as he was told. Things seemed to be returning to normal down there, but he didn't want to look down; he was still too drunk to even be fully sure of which way was down.

"Well, that was..." he began, searching desperately for a word, "...different."

The girl snorted. "For you, maybe."

Suddenly, the door burst open.

"What in God's name is going on in here?" demanded a man's voice--a very angry man's voice, unless Falidor was sorely mistaken, which he kind of hoped he was.

The newcomer slammed the door shut behind him, then stormed toward Falidor, his hateful green eyes the only distinct feature in focus.

"Who are you, boy?" he growled harshly. "Who are you, and what in the hell are you doing with my daughter?"

Falidor backed away, both startled and suddenly fully aware of the fact that he was naked and in a strange house.

"You're her father? Wait a second..." he cast a sidelong glance at the girl, "...you said they wouldn't be home until morning!"

"Well, obviously, there was a change of plans," she retorted, a note of spite in her voice.

"How dare you prey on an innocent girl like that!" her father roared once more, causing Falidor to recoil further. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Falidor swallowed. "But I--I mean--it was her idea!" he insisted truthfully.

"Don't let Ailede take full responsibility for this!"

He realized something.

"You never told me your name was Ailede," he muttered to the girl.

"It wasn't supposed to matter," she hissed in reply.

Ailede's father's thick brows furrowed into a dangerous v shape. "Get dressed, both of you. We're going."

Falidor frowned. "Going? Where?"

"To--the--CHURCH!"

NEXT CHAPTER:

16 comments:

Phoenix said...

What?!! NO!!! You can't let Falidor marry that girl!! He was supposed to be for Thetis! He was even thinking about her when he was with Ailede! *slaps forehead* I can't take, I can't take it!

*goes into the corner to sulk*

Phoenix said...

Oh and I did have to laugh at how Falidor was just like, okay I'll do whatever you tell me! LMAO!! Hilarious!!

*goes back to sulking*

Van said...

Don't worry, Falidor is definitely going to regret this in the morning...

Heheheh. Obviously, Falidor was a virgin before this post, so he really had no idea what he was doing. Ailede, on the other hand, has some experience in that department.

Penelope said...

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!


*snicker, snort*


That is all.

lothere said...

What a maroon! :-D

Did she, uh, plan it this way? Her dad did say it was a change in plans, but a young steward seems like quite the catch.

Van said...

Pen: I will admit to taking a sort of twisted amusement in writing this chapter. I do feel bad for doing this to poor Falidor, though.

Lothere: I was wondering if anyone would consider that. A sober farm girl taking advantage of a drunk steward is rather suspicious. There will be more about this in the post after next.

Penelope said...

That girl looks so tiny. How old is she?

Van said...

Ailede is fifteen. She's younger than Thetis by a little more than a week.

eclectictsunami said...

I could smell that setup from a mile away. Tsk tsk tsk. She wanted to be found by her father. What a little floozy.

This was awfully funny, though. Falidor! FAIL.

Van said...

Falidor is not exactly wise in the ways of women :p

cheripye said...

Poor Falidor!!! NO!!! he cant be conned into marrying that wretched little girl... Although LOL! loved her taking command...

Van said...

This is one of my all-time favorite posts just because it's so horrible in such an amusing way :D

Verity said...

Hehe... poor gormless Falidor. He is well and truly trapped now. What a goofy dork.

Van said...

Falidor is definitely a dork. But I love him :)

Devin said...

Well well, at least he's married now.

Van said...

Hi Devin! Welcome! :)

Over a year later and this is still one of my favorite posts :P