New Estra, Three Hundred Years BeforeThey were quick studies Thaelen thought, his fingers digging into the undergrowth as he braced a hand against Brygen’s thrusts, the shy vampire working hard against him, each thrust grinding Thaelen into Olieve. Her c-nt was so slick with seed and cum that Thaelen could feel the seep of it down his balls and inner thighs.Even with Brygen’s c-ck against his prostate he was not sure that he could come again. He had lost track of how many times he had. He had not realized how badly he needed the guilt free release, the act of giving sacrifice to the goddess under the moonlight even if he was not entirely sure in his heart that he still believed in her. There was a comfort in the ritual, in the mindless rutting of it, in the sweat, cum and blood on his tongue.There was a freedom in being able to seek his own release without the sex having complicated implications. It had been what he had sought in taking on Larin as his new blood slave, but even tha
New Estra, Two Hundred and Ninety Years Before“Do you smell that?” Cieran paused and sucked in a breath through his nose.Thaelen paused, frowning, and inhaled suspiciously. After spending the past ten years off and on wandering the land with his cartographers, he’d learned that not all smells that Cieran remarked upon were good ones and many were produced by the digestive system of the human body.No one liked to walk behind Cieran.Both sides of the land and the mountains were all thoroughly mapped out, containing geographic landmarks, as well as marked with areas that would do well for settlers – from inland water sources, herds of deer that they’d encountered, where the land appeared very fertile, to the Karifa towns both abandoned and occupied.The riverbank in which they’d discovered fist sized chunks of gold (several of which weighed down the backpacks of the cartographers) was marked on Thaelen’s own personal copy of the map and none-other, and the four men had agreed that th
New Estra, Two Hundred and Ninety Years BeforeA road had been carved into the trees, though road was a generous term for it. Truthfully it was where the ground cover had been trampled away underfoot by cattle being driven into the trees, and two lines worn into that by the passage of wagons. Trees had been chopped down to make way for the road, and the side was littered with the debris.“Most colonists head into the trees,” Harry told Thaelen conversationally. “The grass plains are a tough place to live. There are only a few places with ground water that the farmers can access, and in the dry season, with the lightning storms, that grass goes up like gunpowder, so the farmers need to clear a large around their homesteads fast and be able to pump that water from their wells quickly enough to create a firebreak. Even that’s not enough sometimes. Two families were burnt away the season before I arrived, and that’s put a lot of people off settling there.”“So, most take to the trees, fol
New Estra, Two Hundred and Ninety Years BeforeThere was much to see along the journey to Sigrid’s farm with new holdings and little townships along the way. Thaelen’s cartographers were kept busy taking measurements and adding details to the maps.Their convoy’s presence on the road was greeted by most of the colonists with excitement, many coming to the road in order to intercept them, asking eagerly if there was mail, or if they had anything on board which they could purchase.“I will have to remember this,” Harry observed after seeing off the latest colonists to greet them. “And maybe provide a monthly supply caravan through the area.”Thaelen hid his smile, but behind it was also sorrow for the young prince that had never been able to claim his throne. Yes, Harry had been self centered and spoiled, accustomed to using their good looks to get their way, but Thaelen had come to be confident that had the crown come to rest on Harry’s head, they would have arisen to the occasion. Wit
New Estra, Two Hundred and Ninety Years BeforeThe road branched off and they paused on the fork to consider their options.The road that seemed more travelled, the gouges from wagon wheels deeper, the greenery pushed further back, and the undergrowth trampled to dirt, lead towards the mountains, but it was possible that it curled back to the river. Travelling the road into the forest had taught Thaelen that colonists and cattle did not travel as the crows flies, more as the worm slithered, the path meandering leaning away and then closer to the river. Combined with the canopy of leaves, he sometimes lost his sense of direction and had to consult the position of the sun or the compass in his pocket in order to reorientate himself.“That way I think goes to where the Ridetens have settled,” Harry frowned at the road. “Very wealthy group from Greibron - shit,” they grimaced. “Veralden. They’re from Veralden,” they corrected themselves. “They have a lot of convicts with them, and plan o
New Estra, Two Hundred and Ninety Years BeforeA week of Harry and Sigrid’s animosity was sufficient to last a lifetime, Thaelen decided as he sent Harry with the now empty wagon and the cartographers to complete recording the new settlements on the map. In the wake of Harry’s departure, to give Sigrid time to settle her temper rather than exorcise it on him, Thaelen headed towards the mountains.He found the temple occupied by Karifa who were rather hostile towards him when he entered the main hall to place his offerings to the gods and goddesses. The language was still a barrier, his cartography travels having given him little time in which to learn it, but he was able to determine that they had been pushed out of their homes, their towns, by the colonists and the diseases that they brought in with them, and had sought refuge in the mountains, as the colonists had little interest in them.He moved on, using the markings in Concordian carved into stone along the mountains to guide hi
New Estra, Two Hundred and Fifty Years Before** Trigger Warning – the following chapters refer to child sex abuse/incest and abortion. These details are not graphic, but they are discussed. **“Boss,” Tony’s call stopped Talen as he stepped out of the mine and squinted as his eyes adjusted to the sharp sun after the dimness of the shaft.“Tony,” Talen crossed to him, stepping over the metal tracks that the mining carts ran on. “They’ve hit another vein.”“That’s good news,” Tony agreed, but his expression was grim. “There’s a situation in the office.”Talen’s eyebrows raised. “A situation in my office?”“Mhm,” Tony hunched his shoulders. “One of the miner’s wives and her daughter.”“I’m not sure I understand,” Talen started towards the office, wiping his hands against his trousers although it didn’t seem to make a difference to the ingrained dirt of his hands. Mining was a filthy business and although he now employed enough men that he could sit in his office all day, he’d become add
New Estra, Two Hundred and Fifty Years BeforeTalen sent the girl to a ship bound for New Estra in the care of his current blood slave, Georgette, who he knew would be kind. The girl needed kindness, he thought grimly. He could not imagine what she was going through, abused by the father, and discarded by the mother because of it.“And after?” Georgette had asked him quietly.“She cannot come back here. See if Meguitte has any ideas. Perhaps she needs a new maid,” Talen suggested hopefully. “If not, send me word, and I will contact Sigrid.”By the time he returned to his office the day was aging. His thoughts turned from the mother and daughter to Joseph Cline. The miners would be leaving the mine and making their way home. There were many, many ways to kill a man, however he could not openly commit a murder, or he’d find himself without a workforce in the morning. Whilst a mine made for some very interesting opportunities to make it appear accidental, he wanted to look Joseph Cline i