dragonlady7

update, meet death sitting

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New work: Decent Forage, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/30201588

I’m posting it in chapters, since my recipient said they didn’t mind! I’ll be done by 4/15 at the latest but I don’t think it’ll take me anywhere near that long to get this all posted.

So our first chapter doesn’t have any fisstech or succubi in it, though the story sure earns its rating anyway.

Mind the warnings; later in the story there’ll be the offscreen death of a child and a different child has been coerced into prostitution and there’s just all kinds of dark shit, but most of it’s offscreen, so I didn’t do the the Big Flags on it since I figure they’re for stories that directly contain that stuff. But exercise caution, and I’ll be putting specific warnings on the chapters in which they appear.

This first chapter is just the establishing shots plus Eskel shows a local girl a really good time.

The barmaid was watching him with shining eyes. “You– think it’ll work?”

“I can’t guarantee anything,” Eskel said, slightly taken aback, “but I can try.”

“You can try,” she breathed, and moved toward him in a way he at first glance interpreted as aggressive, but fortunately before he reacted it clicked that she was actually climbing into his lap. “You can try, and that’s more than anyone else is going to do,” and she had her hands at his belt.

“Sweetheart,” Eskel said, “you don’t have to–”

“I don’t have any money,” she said, “so all I can give you is food, and horse fodder, and this, please let me–”

“You don’t have to do that,” he said, but he didn’t stop her unfastening his gambeson and pushing it off his shoulders.

“I want to,” she said. “This is what I have.”

“You don’t have to pay me to talk to people,” he said, but he let her push him down onto his back on the blankets he’d already unrolled. It wasn’t like it wouldn’t be fun. He hadn’t touched a person in a while. She smelled of food, smoke, and beer, and sweet and musky and sort of milky.

She paused, and looked up at his face. “I also want to,” she offered. “You look a lot more interesting than the local boys.”

“That, I will grant,” Eskel said. (Your picture was not posted)