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THE AEN SEIDHE TALES

Prologue

Two Girls and the Favourite Client

MARQUISE SERENITY

the night of Midaëte 1262

the Passiflora

Free City of Novigrad

Every Madam has her favourite girls and favourite clients... Marquise Serenity had both. Now, her favourite client and two favourite girls were in the same room – the black room with silver decorations. The room was elegant and sophisticated, with a master-size bed, ornamented with iron, lace-like bolster and four pillars, which stood by the wall. There were four matching armchairs and a rope-swing, all on the opposite side of the room. There was no window. To the right from the bed stood an ebony table and on the left side of the room, by the wall, there was a black, huge wardrobe with exquisite elven vegetal ornaments.

It was a special room. As every owner of such a place, Madam had a peep-hole, facing the bed, just above the spot, where the armchairs stood. And in a room such as this, it was especially important, to be able to monitor what is happening to her girls. It started a few years ago with some handcuffs and a whip. But since 1260, the year when her favourite client and her two favourite girls met for the first time, the collection was growing. Amrynn, the light brown-haired pure-blooded Aen Seidhe with eyes green like grass and Caoimhe, raven-haired, also pure-blooded Aen Seidhe, with exceptional silver eyes, unlike any other, were her pride and the best-paid girls she had. But both of them had their whims and could be difficult. Especially, when the Madam tried to make them do something, they didn't want to. And they never ever flirted openly with clients: they were too proud for that. Appointment with them was rather a chase with a prize at the end than a prostitute lying herself in front of you. There was always some role-playing involved and the wealthier the client the more interesting were the costumes. Amrynn adored playing tough and unavailable, while Caoimhe pretending to be shy and innocent, the pair made in the sweetest hell for every owner of such a place as Passiflora. The Madam considered both girls rather as exclusive courtesans than whores. This policy paid off, obviously. Clients loved them and sometimes paid just to watch them cum or just to spent time in their company, even with no touching involved. But they knew well how to please the client, as well. Just... take your pick.

the night of Savoine 1260

Passiflora

Novigrad

Back to 1260, on the night of Savoine, to Passiflora came a girl. For many, just a dh'oine, but the Madam knew better. She could read a woman at first sight and she knew, that there is much, much more to that girl than, what meets the eye. She was wearing black booties: elven made, with small heels. On her legs were black leather trousers, not too tight, but fitting enough to reveal full curves of her tights, hips and bottom. Above, she was wearing a silver shirt and royal-blue jacket with elven ornaments. She had a basic manicure and very short nails, no make-up. But this was not the most interesting part. She had at least two daggers – one on her ankle and the other on her hip, on the jacket there were traces of leather belts for double-swords sheaths, as well. Her face... well she wasn't a typical beauty, though her nose and cheek-bones were graceful enough, as was her small, but sensual lips. It was the eyes – piercing blue-grey and pale complexion, adorned by her auburn hair, which caught the eye.

She thought, that the girl looks like a morning in the late Lammas: cold, but full of sun. The Madam would pay any price to make this girl work for her, but from the first glance she knew, it would never happen. What a shame... What she saw here was a born dominatrix. Well...

The Madam was watching her coming and to her surprise, after just a moment, her Caoimhe was at the girl's side and was handing her a glass of red wine. Soon, both were joined in the waiting room by Amrynn. After maybe half an hour, all three were gone to the black room. They spent there the whole night, including falling asleep together. In the morning, Madam was more than interested in what had happened, so she wanted to approach Amrynn by the breakfast, but to her uttermost shock, the girl was in the private kitchen, chatting merrily with many of her girls. She left an hour later. Then, the Madam came to both Caoimhe and Amrynn, saying with slight irritation in her voice:

"What..?"

"She paid" – Amrynn interrupted. – "And she will be back, I hope. It was a good night, wasn't it Caoimhe?"

"The sounds she makes! I enjoyed her immensely. And... she knows things about... well... torturing people, but we modified some and we can add them to the room..." – the other Seidhe said sweetly and innocently.

"What? Torturing people? What do you mean?"

"She didn't say much" – Amrynn answered – "but she spoke in details about things that you can do to, well... mix pain with pleasure. But not like dh'oine man like it: brutal and rough. No, it was sophisticated... We've done some things and I truly hope, that she will be back. We have a list of things to buy for you" – and she handed her a list. And a list it was, but... it may have paid off.

"And it was so nice to talk to her, she even stayed for breakfast. I mean... it was like it shall be: as it was real" – added Caoimhe. – "Not that I want male clients to stay a night, gods no! But sometimes it is nice to feel... normal."

Upon hearing that, the Madam decided – she had her favourite client.

This night, the Madam wanted to welcome the girl. She didn't have time, as she arrived to do it, so she went in the direction of the room later. But, before going to the door, she looked through the peep-hole and it was the right choice. Amrynn was sitting comfortably at the armchair, drinking wine. While Caoimhe was lying with hands tied to the bed, but legs tied closely together and bent in her knees. The girl was kneeling, facing her, with hands in between Caoimhe's tights, obviously pleasuring her, judging by the sounds, which came from the room. Then, the Madam heard:

"No. Not yet" – spoken by the girl in a commanding voice. Caoimhe stopped, with anticipation and pain in her face. – "If you move once again, I'll take my hands to keep them to myself" – she continued, but chuckled sweetly – "you'll beat me hard for this, won't you?"

"Yes" – the raven-haired beauty panted.

"So, cause I will pay for it, either way, we can converse a little bit in the meantime, can't we?"

"Wha...?" – Caoimhe moaned lightly, but stopped in the middle, again.

"You know, I heard some things about the Aen Seidhe, who are fighting in the woods and I heard, that at least some are quite... well... interesting" – she chuckled in the end.

"I knew one of them, on my free time, obviously" – Amrynn said – "he is truly a force of nature. It's a pity, that he left..."

"Hmm..." – the girl was thinking for a while – "and you Caoimhe? Any experience?"

"Yes" – she panted – "but I will not spe... Oh!"

"Unless I let you come? Was that what you wanted to say?"

But there was no answer. Caoimhe moaned and twitched violently. It was after a long while, as the girl moved from her and the raven-hair beauty allowed her knees to lay flat. After she was unshackled, she said:

"I'll tell you when you get on the swing" – Caoimhe said in a dangerous voice.

"OK" – the girl answered happily.

Amrynn tied her hands, while the raven-haired girl was drinking wine and looking for a whip. However, what she took out from the wardrobe was no ordinary whip. It was a thick, leather training whip. The one, which was really painful. When the first blow collided with the pale skin of the dh'oine girl, she yelped and said laughing:

"I deserved that."

"I've known one of them as well... we were close for a long time. He is a good man and they are right to fight" – Caoimhe said looking at the girl. Then, another hit came – "why do you ask?"

"Just interested. A lot is going on now and it is good to know things, so nothing can surprise you."

Soon, two hits followed.

"You are lying" – Caoimhe's voice was now truly dangerous.

"Ca..." – another hit came, hard, too hard. The girl screamed.

"Who are you? Why do you ask?"

"Caoimhe, stop" – it was Amrynn's voice.

"Why is she asking these questions?" – the raven Seidhe asked angrily.

"I won't hurt them, my sweet. And I won't ask, ever again. Squass'me" – the girl's voice was steady and calm.

Caoimhe looked at her for a long time and let go of the whip.

"Come here" – the girl continued. And Caoimhe did. She dropped to her knees and pleasured her with her mouth. The girl came, hard and multiple times.

Afterwards, they all put light night-robes on themselves and the Madam knocked. After she was invited, she entered and started:

"Caoimhe, Amrynn, go get something to eat and... Mahakaman spirit. I want to speak to her, alone."

Silence fell when they left the room. It was the girl, who spoke:

"I pushed her. What happened was my fault."

"You're bleeding" – the older woman said, concerned.

"It's nothing."

"We'll clean this wound, either way."

"But you cannot clean theirs" – the girl looked at her with a sorrowful expression.

"No, I can't."

"The storm is coming. And I am not the one to just watch it" – the girl's voice was determined now.

"I guessed that much. But what can you do?"

"Not much, but..." – she fished a small gemstone, a ruby, from the pocket of her tossed trousers and gave it to the Madam, before continuing – "promise me, that one day, when one of them, the Aen Seidhe: one of the groups they call Scoia'tael, comes here – you will help."

There was silence. Both women were looking at each other with sadness and fear in their eyes. But the older still said:

"I promise. Though, I believe, that this hot-headed young Seidhe, who wants to fight with humans, are just an illness. It will pass, like a fever."

"You know... at 107 degrees of their measurement, 42 of ours, organs in a body are irreversibly damaged."

There was nothing left to say after that.