The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 40-42

She quivered as he gripped her hips, leaning in toward her. He pressed his face between her legs, inhaling her musky scent. His tongue snaked out and licked her slit. Shiloh cried out, pushing back against him. Juices poured out, wetting his mouth and chin. He lapped greedily before pulling away. Shiloh groaned in protest at the loss of his tongue.

"I'm going to ravage you, slut," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. He didn't miss the hitch in Shiloh's breath, or the way her pussy quivered at the sound of Theros's voice. "Lay back," he ordered then watched as she complied. "Spread your legs."

She did, her pink pussy and puckered hole on display, Theros crawled over the bed; his hands grasping her thighs, pushing them further apart, feeling the muscles tighten and strain under his palms.

Theros slowly moved up Shiloh's body, his teeth nibbling lightly at the soft lines of her form. He grinned, predatorily, his thumbs digging softly in the groove of Shiloh's thighs. Shiloh dug her fingers in the blankets, her breath already short.

Theros's lips pursed around one of her nipples, suckling and biting until it hardened between his teeth. Shiloh moaned thinly, her pussy leaking against the quilted panels of his bedspread beneath her, Theros then pushed her hard against the bedding, his hairy legs dragging against the soft skin of Shiloh's thighs.

Shiloh raised her hands to clutch at Theros's hair, but Theros intercepted them, grabbing both wrists in one of his hands, pushing them back against the headboard, his eyes shimmering like pools of liquid fire. "Don't move. You can't touch. Just lay there, take it like the good lil' slut you are."

Shiloh's eyes widened, a shiver raking her body at Theros's words. She nodded, her full bottom lip pulled between her teeth, Theros smirked, guiding her hands to hold on to the headboard.

"Don't move," he repeated, voice rough as sandpaper. His hands left Shiloh's wrists then stripped off his briefs, his thick cock springing out, slapping against his belly. Shiloh half-gasped, her eyes wide in awe at the sight, Theros then bit back a chuckle. He knew he was huge; he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. This was going to be the best ride of the little slut's life. Theros would make sure of that.

He crawled up Shiloh's body, straddling her face; then guided the weeping tip of his dick across Shiloh's cheeks, drawing pearly white strands of precum over her high cheekbones, down to the ruby red curve of her lips.

Shiloh made a sound in the back of her throat that could've been anything -- hunger, want, desire, lust, all of the above. "Do you want this?" Theros whispered, shivers running along his spine at Shiloh's harsh panting, his dick hardening impossibly in his hand as he guided it to paint Shiloh's face. "I can tell you do, you're fucking salivating for it, aren't you? Think you can take it all?"

Shiloh smirked, "Yes, my good sir."

In a smooth roll of his hips, Theros pushed his cock past her half-open lips, stretching Shiloh's mouth impossibly wide around the leaking head. Shiloh struggled to breathe through her nose, gagging slightly around the girth; the sound went straight down to the base of Theros's spine, heat spreading through the rest of his body.

"Fuck," Theros's stomach tightened as he groaned. Not many women could take him like this.

Shiloh groaned as if it was the best thing she ever tasted, starting to suckle on the tip, tongue pressing flat on the underside. The hand on her head kept her still. Theros forced another inch or two in her mouth as he groaned softly above her. "Take it, slut, suck it."

Shiloh swallowed around the cock in her mouth, Theros grunted, pushing all the way in, Shiloh's nose buried in the soft curls of hair at the base of his cock. Theros took a moment to recompose then began to pull out. His thrusts were short, hard, burying himself in the wet heat of Shiloh's mouth as deep as he could go. Shiloh took it all, sucking eagerly, wantonly, as though she was made for this. A string of breathless whimpers pushed past her lips, precum and spit trailing down the corners of her mouth to her chin.

"Now that's what I call a good slut," Theros praised, slightly out of breath, his hand cupping the side of Shiloh's cheek, feeling the shape of his cock stretching her wide. "Get it nice and wet, cus that's all you're gettin'."

Shiloh's moans vibrated over Theros's cock, nearly pushing him over the edge. He pulled out, his fingers plunging past Shiloh's lips, thumb running along her chin. "Gonna give your hungry little ass what it wants," he muttered, staring deep in Shiloh's eyes as she sucked on his fingers. Shiloh's pupils were wide, dilated, lost in ecstasy, and Theros didn't think he'd ever seen a woman so beautiful, offering her body like a sacrifice. He let his fingers slip out of Shiloh's mouth then dipped back down on the bed. Shiloh kicked her legs further apart, knees bending back against her voluptuous breasts, her pussy and ass as wide open as they could go in that position. Theros smiled, a rush of heat making his heart skip several beats as he ran his wet fingertips over the rim of Shiloh's puckered hole.

Theros pushed in, feeling the muscles part and give way, the ragged moan that left Shiloh's mouth all the encouragement he needed. He thrust his fingers up to the knuckle, forcing her open with rough, quick movements of his hand, watching as Shiloh thrashed underneath him, her neglected pussy dripping wet. "Please," Shiloh moaned, biting her lips. "Please, don't -- please."

"Yeah, I hear ya, slut," Theros muttered, scissoring his fingers deep inside Shiloh, drawing them out then spreading her as wide as he could as he lined himself up, his member aching for release. He used his fingertips to keep Shiloh stretched, then pushed in, the large head splitting Shiloh open as it forced past the guardian ring.

Shiloh keened, long and guttural, as her eyes rolled in the back of her head then tried to relax against the onslaught. Theros didn't give her time to adjust, plunging right in, not stopping until his balls slapped against the back of Shiloh's ass.

Shiloh's breath was short and erratic, her eyes half mast as she stared up at Theros, dark hair damp in his eyes, his hands spreading Shiloh wide as he crouched above her, his lips parted around a groan.

He drew all the way out, leaving Shiloh aching and empty for a handful of seconds before slamming back in to the hilt. Shiloh wailed, each brutal thrust into her ass forcing her thighs hard against her jiggling breasts. Theros held her down, fucking her hard.

"Please, touch my pussy," Shiloh moaned, her arms straining against the headboard. "Please -- I want -- I need --"

Theros ignored her plea, slamming into her harder while he watched her breasts bounce with the force of each thrust. After a few moments, his hand dipped into Shiloh's soaking wet channel, jamming two thick fingers inside her. She squealed as the thrusts of his fingers mimicked the motion of his hips. She bucked beneath him. She clenched her walls around his invading digits while the puckered ring tightened to a stranglehold around his dick. Shiloh was coming, wet and messy, gushing out to coat his fingers, thighs and balls. She screamed, shook, and clawed at Theros's shoulders. Her body tightened painfully around Theros', and he grunted, teeth sinking in his lip as he worked his hips harder, faster. "So -- FUCKING -- good," he groaned, then with a final thrust, he came, too, smothering a growl against the soft fragrant skin of Shiloh's neck as white ropes of cum spurting in bursts battered her darkened depths.

It took a while for either of them to get their bearings back. Eventually, Theros managed to pull himself together, sliding his softening cock from Shiloh's ass then rolling to the side of the bed, his chest heaving with hard, short breaths.

"Fuck, you really are a first rate whore. Now get the hell out before I call the Dhorn. Don't let me catch you near my door again." Theros grunted his voice rough and dry.

Shiloh staggered off the bed then reached for her armor, "Asshole," she ground out, feeling as unfulfilled as she had before their encounter, pulling the garment over her head. She thanked her lucky stars that the glamered enchantment remained even though she had removed it.

Spinning on her heel, she exited the bedroom then the neat tidy apartment altogether, shutting the door behind her. She returned to her apartment, making her way to the tub. She filled it full then slid into the warm depths, moaning as it enveloped her body. She washed leisurely, paying special attention to her groin and bottom. Once she stepped out, she readied herself once again for her next meal. She reapplied her makeup then wiggled back into the tight red dress. A thought slipped through her mind. She deserved to be pampered more than what she could do on her own. Grabbing a scrap of paper she scrawled a note, addressing it to Chella. Then she headed to her door then outside of her building. Eyeing a young boy poking what appeared to be a dead rat with a stick, she cleared her throat.

"Hey boy, would you like to earn a gold piece?"

An excited look crossed his face. He tossed the stick aside, running up to her. "Yes, Miss, I would."

Shiloh smiled then dropped the gold piece and the note into his outstretched hand. "Take this to Chella in the kitchens of the Bear Pit." Shiloh gestured to the restaurant across the street.

"Sure thing, Miss," he exclaimed then dashed through the pouring rain over to the Bear Pit. Shiloh waited just inside the door of her building, watching as he entered the tavern.

O.O

The young boy of ten years old skipped through the rain then entered the establishment known as the Bear Pit. He looked around then sheepishly approached one of the waitresses. "Are you Chella?" he asked as he flashed a pair of big brown puppy dog eyes.

The waitress smiled down at the boy, "No, I'm Bianca. Chella runs the kitchens. Why do you want her?"

"I have this note for her. A pretty lady across the street gave me a coin to deliver this note to Chella. It's important," he replied.

"Alright then you can follow me," she smiled back then led the boy up to the kitchen and Chella. She cleared her throat to get the portly woman's attention. "Chella, this boy has a note for you from Shiloh."

"Thank you, Bianca," Chella nodded before turning her attention to the boy. "What a wonderful child you are bringing the note to me instead of running away with the money. Here's another coin for you." She accepted the note he held out then handed him the coin. She watched as the boy bit into both coins, giggling before dashing out of the kitchen, gone on his merry way.

Chella smoothed the note the boy had held in his grubby hands, perusing the contents. It read:

Chella,

Please send someone to Carla's Palace of Beauty for me to arrange for a private grooming. Money is not an issue.

For supper, I'd like a bowl of your stew.

Love, Shiloh

The portly woman shook her head at Shiloh's audacity. "Silia," she called out. "Run over to Carla's, ask her to send one of her girls to Shiloh's apartment. Tell her whatever payment she'd like will be paid once the service is complete."

The girl bobbed a curtsy then grabbed a cloak. She threw it around her then dashed out of the kitchen.

O.O

Shiloh watched as the boy dashed back out of the Bear Pit, picking up the stick he'd thrown aside. He resumed poking the dead rat before a Dhorn patrolman chased him off. She sighed then returned to her apartment, making herself comfortable on her couch. There she waited until a soft knock sounded upon the door. She bounded from the couch to the door, cracking it open to peek outside, "Who is it?"

A red haired female smiled widely, "I am Ava from Carla's Palace of Beauty. I've come as requested."

Shiloh's eyes flicked over the woman, noting her white blouse, black skirt, black stockings, and shoes as well as the case she held in one hand. "Come in, Ava. I am so happy you came."

Ava curtseyed, "Many noble ladies have us come to their homes for service. They do not wish to go out alone. It can be dangerous."

Shiloh smirked, "More than you know, my dear."

"Do you have a preference where I set up? And what sort of a treatment would you like today?"

Shiloh pursed her lips as she scanned the apartment, "On the table, please. I shall just take a seat in one of the chairs. I am in need of a full beauty treatment. I would like the dead dry ends of my hair cut off. I am willing to sacrifice my thigh length tresses. Then you may proceed with a facial and full make-up. After that, I desire a manicure and pedicure. You will be paid handsomely for your time."

"Let's get started then."

A few hours later, Shiloh peered into her full-length mirror. She admired the way her once thigh length hair now brushed the tops of her shoulders. The expertly applied cosmetics enhanced her natural beauty. She preened then twirled, giggling with joy.

"You're very beautiful," Ava beamed as she packed up the tools of her trade.

Shiloh gracefully inclined her head and handed her a pouch of coins. "Take this as payment and in appreciation of your work. I would like a treatment such as this on a weekly basis. Can that be arranged?"

"Yes, it can. You'll have to speak with Carla," Ava replied. "I would be more than happy to do your treatments."

"Thank you, my dear girl," Shiloh slipped into the glamered armor she'd had on earlier that day then adjusted the neckline, accentuating her cleavage.

Ava then headed for the door, allowing Chella to come in with her supper. The robust woman carried the tray to Shiloh's table. "Now little Shiloh, you are going to eat what I've brought you, I won't hear any sass out of you." Chella snapped her fingers then sat down in one of the chairs.

"Yes, Mother Hen," Shiloh quipped, taking a seat across from her.

"You barely touched your breakfast and none of your lunch," Chella continued on. "You are far too thin; you can't afford to lose any more weight."

"I don't have much of an appetite. That pig Warent was rude to me this morning. He insulted me. Then you sent that bitch Trissa who couldn't wait to rub in my face that she's fucking Vico... as if I care. I hate that no good, low-life bastard," Shiloh bemoaned as she played the part of the victim.

"I suppose I will have to deliver your meals," Chella stated matter of factly.

Shiloh rolled her eyes at the older woman. That wasn't what she wanted to hear. "Why can't you send Denny or Wally? Why not give them a chance at some fresh air?"

Chella eyed Shiloh suspiciously then clucked her tongue, "They would take their good sweet time returning, I can't have that. Those two are lazy at best. Giving them a distraction like delivering food to you would be like giving them a free pass to goof off. It would also be a great disservice to the patrons." She shook her head, "Furthermore, where do you think you're going all dolled up? You are supposed to be confined to bed until you've healed sufficiently. You're not supposed to show your face in public, either. Master Nathan risked everything to rescue you. If you go out and are caught again then Tarleth and the others will have died in vain. Do you honestly think the Dhorn won't kill you instantly if they catch you again?"

"No, not instantly they wouldn't. They'd want to know everything I know, they would torture me until they get that information. I know that beyond a shadow of a doubt. Arto Benthur took care of it that last time. I'm sure he would be more than happy to do it the next, but I don't plan on their being a next time. I'd rather go down fighting. That way I'll take a few of them to the hells with me." Shiloh replied calmly.

"Don't say such things!"

"Chella, I won't let them take me alive. I know what's at stake. Furthermore, I wasn't planning on leaving my apartment. I just want to feel good about myself," she fingered her shorn locks. "My hair had gotten damaged when Benthur plunged me into the pit of fire, so I had it cut. Do I look more mature... more sophisticated?"

"You look beautiful as always, little Shiloh. I don't want you leaving this apartment. It's too risky. I'll run you a bath, and then you can wash that heavy make-up off your face before you go to bed. You wouldn't want it to clog your pores and ruin your complexion."

"Chella, I've already bathed today, twice in fact. I don't want another. I'll wash my face later. I was going to curl up on the couch and read a book," Shiloh shrugged between bites of stew.

Chella frowned at her, clearing seeing through her subterfuge. "If it weren't for the fact I've so much work to do, I'd stay and keep you company."

Shiloh choked a bite of food then began coughing. She sputtered hoarsely, "No need for that." Then she reached for her goblet of wine, drinking deeply from it.

The portly woman cocked an eyebrow, "I know what you're thinking, little missy. You're planning to go out tonight. Under no circumstances will you leave this apartment. I will have Master Nathan post a guard to ensure you stay here."

Shiloh gaped openly at Chella, who glared back at her almost angrily, "That isn't fair!"

"What isn't fair, is you risking everything for a cheap thrill?!? You need to stop thinking about your own selfishness, consider everything The Family has done to keep you safe."

Shiloh pouted then lowered her eyes, shoving the plate away, "Fine, you win. I'll stay here like a good little girl." She shoved back from the table then stormed into her bedroom, flopping onto her bed.

Chella appeared in the doorway, "It's for your own good, my little one. I lost one daughter. I'd rather not lose another."

Shiloh stood up, rushing toward the stout woman, hugging her tightly, "Oh, Chella."

"Promise me you'll stay in until Nathan thinks it's safe for you to go out again," Chella looked up into Shiloh's eyes.

"Alright, Chella," Shiloh schooled her features into hard, unreadable lines, putting on her best poker face. She knew she had to convince Chella or end up with a babysitter. "I'll stay in, but I'm not taking another bath. Oh, can I have oatmeal with peaches and cream for breakfast tomorrow?"

"Of course you can. Now finish your meal," the older woman ordered as she led Shiloh back to the table then waited while her young charge ate it all. Then she packed up the tray and headed out the door. Shiloh sighed as she watched Chella leave. She didn't like lying to the portly woman, who'd become her second mother, but the insatiable lust in her loins ached to be quenched. She had to find fulfillment... soon.

O.O

Grabbing the red cloak she'd bought from Gaston's, she slid it in place over her shoulders before heading for the door. Once outside she glanced around. There were no obvious guards in sight; no one could be seen hiding along the widow's walk on the roof of the Bear Pit. Perhaps Chella hadn't had enough time to inform Nathan. With a satisfied smirk, she set off, strolling through the winding streets.

It was a beautiful evening. The rain had stopped momentarily. Nary had a cloud broken the wide expanse of glittering stars. The full moon sat high in the heavens, casting long shadows upon the cobblestone streets. Yet Shiloh knew this would only be a short reprieve. She would enjoy it though. It had been several weeks since the last day without rain. With a grin, she headed to the market, making a stop at Igor's Smithy.

"Hey, Shiloh," Igor beamed as he stopped working on the blade upon his anvil. "What can I do for you?"

She beamed a smile at him before digging a battered suit of armor from her portable hole. "I found this in a tomb below the ruins of a temple. Can you fix it so it can be worn?"