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MEMOIRS OF AN OUTSIDER
Chapter: 25 "Fruition"
The clippity-clop of horse's hooves echoed down the cobblestone road, which wound its way through the farmlands of Crossroad Keep. Khy could
see farmers working the fields, children playing and a Greycloakpatrol marched by. This gave her hope that the conflict had not yet begun. She
dismounted at the gates as a sentry asked what business she had at the keep. "They don't know me", she thought, "Either I look very different or
more time has passed than I presumed". "I would like to see the commander of this keep". She told the man. "The Knight Captain is away, but
Lieutenant Kana is available". He said. Khy walked through the courtyard and up the path to the main doors of the keep. "Knight Captain, Kana
shouted, "You've returned early". "Early"? Khy asked. "Yes", Kana replied, "You estimated seven or eight weeks to complete the search for allies,
and it's been less than six". "Six weeks", she thought, "I was in the hells for only a couple of weeks". "I'm back before the others have arrived"!
"Is there something wrong, my lady"? Kana asked. "It's a long story Kana",Khy said, "I'll tell you about it if you will have someone prepare a
bath for me". Kana saluted and rushed away to carry out her commander's wishes. "I'll be damned", she thought, "Valen was right, one never
knows".
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The crestfallen and trail worn group plodded into the great hall four days later. Khy had cautioned Kana not to tell them of her arrival. She knew it
would be cruel, but she was curious about how they were taking her loss. Casavir announced to Kana the disheartening news and asked her to
gather the sergeants for orders. "Who put you in charge"! Bishop shouted at the paladin. "Bishop", Casavir said sternly, "We must complete this
campaign in her name"! "We honor her with our strength to carry on". "The paladin's right lad", Khelgar said to the ranger, "The lass would want
it". Neeshka sat crying in the corner as Elanee try to comfort her and Zhjaeve said, "Know that this task will be far more difficult without the shard-
bearer". Ammontalked of returning to the ruins to see if he could receive the blessings Khy had been given, while Sand spoke about finding the Tome of
Ilkazar and with Aldanon's help, they might find a way of finding her. Grobnar strummed softly on his lute and said nothing as he quietly composed a great
song of tribute to his friend. Khy had been caught off guard with the party's sudden appearance and was hiding in the west wing, dressed only in her
sleeping tunic. She had been checking calculations in the war room when she heard the noise of the returning champions. "I say we drag that bitch
Qara out here and take turns kicking the shit out of her"! Neeshka screamed. "It was not her fault", Elanee said, "We found the pack of healing
potions at our first campsite as we returned down the mountain". "I still think she planned it somehow". Neeshka replied. "Neeshka may be
right", Khy thought, "I'll have to keep an eye on that one". The din of voices grew louder and she could not bear to let her companions suffer any
longer. Khy inched her way into the room as complete silence greeted her along with her friends' open mouths and statue-like appearance. "Miss me"?
She asked.
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The rush of bodies assaulted her with hugs and kisses as Casavir lifted her into his arms and kissed her spinning her around flashing her naked
behind for all to see. He put her down and then she hugged and kissed everyone in turn, even Ammon Jerro. "Get cleaned up and meet me back here",
Khy told them all, "I will then tell you all about my great adventure into the nine hells of Baator". The group shuffled off to their rooms leaving Bishop
remaining behind, then the surly ranger embraced the woman he loved. "I thought you were lost to me". He said holding her tight. He gently kissed
her as Khy felt the deep yearning from inside him. The kiss became frenzied as his hands traveled along her body, seeking bare skin. He jerked up
her tunic and cupped her bare behind as she protested by saying, "Not now Bishop". She tried to remove his roving hands and push him away, but he
grabbed her wrist and dragged her down the corridor. He shoved her into the war room and bolted the door. Sliding the maps and books to the
floor, he ripped off her clothes and forced her on top of the large table. He began to undress as she pleaded for him to wait until later that night. The
thoughts running through his head justified his actions as he spread her legs and thrust callously into her deep well. Khy lay there and realized that
she was just an instrument he was using to relieve his pent up emotion and nothing more. He rammed over and over feeling her warmth enfold him.
He looked down on her beautiful face surrounded by a cloud of silvery hair that shimmered like a halo. He wanted her; he needed her and he
needed the blazing heat of her fiery soul to burn the darkness from him, to cleanse and release his heart of the evil he could not escape. He groaned
loudly, feeling the powerful flare of passion erupt and explode into her as he plunged faster draining himself of his constrained desire. He crumpled
and fell down upon her as she held him hearing his profound gasps for air. He said nothing as he redressed and tossed her the garment she had
worn. Bishop slipped his hand around her neck and pulled toward him as he covered her lips with his and fiercely kissed her. He then walked away,
leaving her alone.
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Everyone listened intently as Khy unveiled the details of her journey through the hells and of her miraculous escape. She casually left out the finer
points of her relationship with Valen, as she continued the story with it ending at the keep. Neeshka winked at her as she spoke of Valen and she
tried not to let anything slip out that would tempt the little tiefling to ask questions. The evening ended and everyone retired, wishing her a
goodnight as they all left. Casavir scooped her into his arms, marched to her quarters, and tossed her onto the bed. "I am very pleased to have you
home my lady and tonight you will know that pleasure". He whispered as he closed the door and bolted the lock.
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The coffers were full thanks to Tholapsyx's hoard and the keep was fortified to the best of Master Veedle's ability. Alliances had been made,
supplies were stocked and the Greycloaks were trained better than Lord Nasher's. Kana had given them the location of a Shadow Reaver camp and
with Guyven's help, they had prevailed. Khy met with Sydney Natalie under the pretext of acquiring information, but she, Qara and Zhjaeve were
ambushed by Luskan assassins along with magical beings conjured by Sydney. Khy came away with a new sergeant and the scroll of true names,
that rendered the Reavers susceptible to death. Ammon and Zhjaeve both carried the names as a backup as Ammon told the Knight Captain of a
dragon named Nolaloth who could aid them in reassembling the sword of gith. Khy was not very eager to face more dragons after their last
encounter, but things went well. On Nolaloth's advice, they returned to the ruins of Arvahn, entered the song portal and then arrived in shadow
West Harbor. Zhjaeve coached Khy through the difficult meditation of reuniting the shards into the shimmering sword of gith. She held the
magnificent blade in her hands and felt the power radiate throughout her body. An attack of shadow Reavers cut the ceremony short as Khy put the
sword to use as Zhjaeve chanted the Reavers true names. Another victory was had as the group returned to the keep for further preparations.
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Another surprise! Ammon was missing and Bishop tracked him to Shandra's farm. Koroboros, the powerful devil had Ammon cornered with other
evil creatures aiding him in the wizard's destruction. Khy and the others attacked the evil beings, annihilating the malevolent beasts. She asked
Ammon what in the hells he was doing leaving the keep alone, which he told her of a powerful weapon hidden there at the farmhouse. An argument
ensued with Ammon blaming Khy for Shandra's death and she accusing him. The Knight Captain relented and told the wizard about his
granddaughter. Upon hearing how much Khy cared for his kin and of Shandra's kindness, Ammon asked for Shandra's forgiveness and was shown,
by a golden light, her locket. Everything seemed to be falling into place as Khy reported to Nevalle the status of the keep and the allies they had
acquired. A messenger arrived with news that Callum, not far from the keep, battled the enemy and needed help. They left immediately for the
skirmish, but they reached the destination too late to save him. The outcome of the terrible siege led to obtaining the coveted Tome of Ilkazar that
Aldanon could use in finding the King of Shadows.
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There had been no time for Casavir and Bishop in the last few weeks. Khy thought constantly of them both, watching each as they fought in the many
challenges forced upon them. Casavir was always there with a smile and open arms to hold her and soothe away the many hardships that afflicted
her mind. He loved her and told her often of his deep devotion as he appeased her yearning body with his. She could picture a happy fulfilling life
with the handsome and charismatic paladin. Every time he touched her, she felt closer to him and sensed an immeasurable peace inside her heart.
However, Bishop seemed to need her more than Cas. Bishop carried a wretched blackness upon his soul and when she held him, she could sense the
lonely child within him that would plead for love and receive only torment and pain. She could see the demons he fought behind his honey-colored
eyes and her heart would cry out for his, wanting to shield him from his past. His frantic love would sometimes frighten her as he unleashed the
savagery of the beast inside him when he drove his body into hers. Life with him would never be safe and secure as it would be with Casavir. With
Bishop, there could only be a spiraling existence of unrestrained, irresistible passion consuming her until she withered away. Khy sighed with relief
about the decision she had finally made.
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"Khy", Bishop said, "I need to see you tonight". She nodded and told him she had something extremely important to tell him too. He gave her that half
smile of his and cocked his brow as he wandered off through the courtyard. An urgent message summoned her to the war room. She walked in to
see all of her companions waiting as Kana informed them of the encroaching undead at the bridges below the keep. They met the foes head on and
destroyed as many as they could. The situation looked bleak as Daeghun appeared with reinforcements and helped to complete the mission. The
bridges were destroyed, giving the keep some measure of relief until the morning. Khy walked back to the keep as Casavir took her aside and asked
to speak with her. He led her up to the battlements and embraced her telling her how much he loved her and with Tyr's help, they would win the
day. "Do you really think Tyr cares if we triumph my lady"? Casavir said sadly. "What do you mean"? Khy asked him. "Sometimes I feel as though
we are alone in our struggles". He told her. "Oh Gods", Khy thought, "My paladin is doubting his god". She shivered and told Cas to come to her
room and talk out of the brisk wind. He nodded, circling her waist with his arm and headed for her room. Amber eyes watched the two with anger and
profound anguish as he said to himself, "That fucking bitch"! "She knew I was waiting for her and she goes off with that bastard". "I'll teach that
fucking whore a lesson she won't ever forget". "Love is for fucking cock-suckers after all"! He said out loud as he hung his head with the thought
of her devastating rejection.
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Khy had been speaking with Casavir for hours. Finally, she said, "Casavir, your faith in Tyr makes you who you are"! "Without him", she said, "You
would not be the man I care so much about". "Here", she said pulling incense from his boot and shoving it into his hand, "Tyr awaits you". He looked
up into her shining eyes, then took her in his arms and kissed her. "You are right my love", he said softly,"I need to hear Tyr in my heart". "I shall
return soon". He left as Khy pulled off her clothes and slipped into a light chemise then tiptoed to Bishop's room. Karnwyr lay outside the door and she
knelt to scratch behind his ears. She tapped lightly on the wooden entrance as Bishop opened up and pulled her inside.
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Khy put her arms around his neck and kissed him as she was eager to tell him that she would only be with him. She had chosen the dark ranger to love
and cherish for the rest of her life. "Why did you go with him"? Bishop asked her. "Why"? She started to explain when she felt a slap across her face.
"Bishop, what . . . He slapped her again and she tasted blood from the cut on her lip. "You made a fool of me you fucking cunt"! He yelled as he
grabbed her hair and threw her against the wall. The impact of the blow to her head dazed her for a moment, as she tried to understand what was
happening. "STOP"! She shouted, attempting to reach the door. Bishop once again snatched her hair and yanked her back, roughly bruising her mouth
with his. He shredded the chemise she wore and tossed the pieces in the corner. She did not recognize the snarling man in front of her as she dodged his
grasp and ran for the exit. She felt his boot on her back as he kicked her to the floor. "Please Bishop"! She said hysterically. He did not hear her pleas as
he jerked her up, and began to ravenously suck her nipples. She yelped as he bit the soft flesh of her breast and then pushed her down on the bed. He
began to unlace his breeches as Khy attempted to scramble away. He caught her arms and pinned them behind her as he pushed her face into the
blankets. He had her wrists gripped together with one hand as he lifted her bottom up into the air and wedged her knees against the frame of the bed.
She struggled for breath as he held her immobile, pressing her wrists down on her upper back and then forced her legs apart.
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She lay there gasping, face buried in the mattress, buttocks in the air and her legs painfully spread. Bishop ruthlessly rammed his rigid shaft into her
causing Khy to whimper from the stinging pain. He raped her with vicious hatred wanting her to feel the pain and degradation he felt when she left with
the paladin. He slowly stopped and yelled, "Can you hear me bitch"! "I took your virginity once, and I'm taking it again". He spat on Khy's behind
and she felt the warm liquid run between her cheeks. Her arms were numb from the position he had her trapped in, and she did not realize he had
released her wrists as her hands flopped to her sides. He put his hands on her ass and spread her cheeks, and then he forced his swollen cock into the
small opening above her tunnel of passion. The muffled scream escaped her lips as Bishop thrust harder and groaned from the excitement of fucking her
untried opening. He didn't know that Lorne had already stolen the virginity of her ass, as he plowed deeper into her with every frenzied stroke. The
horror of Lorne's vile torture haunted her mind as she tearfully realized that Bishop wanted to purposely harm her. She begged him to stop, but he
ignored her pitiful cries. He plunged faster, raking the delicate skin of her soft mounds with his nails, leaving torn flesh behind. The intense feeling of his
desire peaked and then overwhelmingly burst into her. He thrust a few more times, then pulled out slapping her behind as he washed the remainder of
her from his spent shaft. Khy did not move as she cried great heaving sobs of anguish and bewilderment. Bishop started laughing at the mighty Knight
Captain with her naked and protruding ass in the hilarious position of submission.
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Suddenly he stopped laughing, and the clarity of what he had done broke through the cloud of contemptuous wrath he felt. "Oh no", he thought, "What
have I done"! The humiliation and hurt she now endured had been caused by him. He had been insanely enraged with her and the thought that she had
tossed him away in favor of the paladin, who openly admitted his love for her. His misguided imagination caused his mind to seek revenge on the one
person he truly loved. She pushed herself up and slowly got to her feet. Grabbing her tattered clothes and clutching them to her chest, she shuffled
painfully toward the door. She limped past Bishop and stopped, laying her hand on his chest over his heart and said, "It could have been wonderful".
Khy continued on to the door as her shaking hand reached out for the latch. Suddenly, arms encircled her waist as Bishop, on his knees, buried his head
into the small of her back. "Please don't leave". He whispered holding her tight. For a brief moment, she wanted to take him in her arms and tell him
everything would be all right, that she would forgive him for the torment of her mind and body. However, the pain and shame of his actions flashed before
her and the thought of Lorne returned to her mind. "Please Khy". He said again, as she answered him with, "It's too late". His arms dropped as she left,
closing the door behind her.