<i>5 years, 4 months, 8 days, 5 hours since the Demon Solstice</i><br/><br/>"I said to suck him! Not lap at his cock like a newborn kitten. Who's paying you to be the whore here?" Roarke barked and thrust harder into the ass of the young man beneath him, on his hands and knees while his face was busy in another man's crotch. The lad moaned but didn't waste time in wrapping his lips around the head of that engorged cock in front of him, timidly taking the length slowly into his mouth. The brunette wanted to roll his eyes; was this one new? He reached out and seized that head of short black hair, using it as both a stabilizing hold and a commanding touch for his pleasure's means. "Suck him hard. I want to see you do it as I fuck you."<br/>Then he began to pound into that nice, supple ass like the world was ending tomorrow.<br/><br/>In Roarke's case, that very much could be a possibility.<br/><br/>It had been over five years since he woke up, naked, in a scorched empty field with his head pounding, pulse racing, limbs burning. For a while he had lain there confused, unsure if what he had experienced was even real. The horrors he had seen. The blood and human mush that had coated every inch of space, including a thick layer over his flesh. If his figured hadn't been covered with it's dry remains, he would have passed it off as a strange nightmare. Vivid, but no less a figment of his imagination.<br/><br/>It would have remained a mystery as such, had it not been for the state of the field when he had finally risen. What had once been a proud strong encampment oozing with bravado and glory, was instead a mess of canvas shreds, burnt splinters, rusted metal and the lingering scent of strong copper. No bodies, no evidence of a struggle, merely as if the whole plain had been obliterated and the signs of life swept away. The only verification that the army had been there was himself, standing there stripped of everything. He held no attachments to their passing, of course. As soon as they would have finished the castle invasion, he would have been on his way with the well earned money in hand for his services.<br/><br/>In a sort of daze, he went around the ruins in silence and gathered what he could. Luckily there had been some coin he could use for his travel, some spare clothing that wasn't full of holes, and a blade that would be useful for a few battles until he could procure a better one. He started off in his youth with worse.<br/><br/>There was a gratified groan from the hairy fellow being treated to that delicious mouth, and with Roarke's help it disappeared deep into the whore's throat. "That's how it's done. Tease that head, use your tongue like the proper wench you both are." he grinned as he leaned over the smooth back, pushing in deeper and revelling in the tight heat his shaft was encased in. The warm walls slid across his cock as he pushed in and pulled out, and the momentum of his movements sent the recipient forward to take the one in his mouth deeper. "You. Grip his hair and fuck his mouth properly instead of laying there like a spoiled prick. I'm not paying you to lay there and not do anything."<br/>The hairier man groaned in protest, but at Roarke's growl his bulky form rose up to his knees, and did what he ordered. The push back felt amazing, along with the knowledge that two men were taking the middle one at once.<br/><br/>Yet....it still wasn't enough.<br/><br/>"You." he ground out towards the last tenant of the room, currently unoccupied. "Come here and put your fingers to use. Bring the oil."<br/><br/>Even though the man was perplexed, he knew better than to not question him if he wanted his portion of the payment at the end of the evening. Those sun kissed fingers uncorked the bottle, before pouring the slick oil onto his one hand. Foolishly he assumed that Roarke wanted to be touched sensually on his back and torso, caressing over his travel-worn muscles. The caresses did feel nice, but it wasn't what he wanted in that moment as he was rutting away. "Not there, imbecile....push them in my ass." Another incredulous look from the silent one, and Roarke grit his teeth. "Did I stutter? Now."<br/><br/>Everything stopped until the damn fool complied, and the mercenary only continued when he felt the pressure to his tight opening. He moaned lowly in his throat, enjoying the pleasure from both the back and front areas. It was assuredly obscene having the company of so many, and perhaps frivolous to have orchestrated such an elaborate affair in a brothel for only himself, but he had to sedate these indulges while he could. Who knew when those monsters...those..whatever they were...would show up again on the morrow. His hips stuttered, feeling himself close to the edge, relieved that he was able to enjoy one session to completion at last. Just a few more thrusts, a few more rubs of those fingers, a few more bites of his teeth on the pale skin beneath him-<br/><br/>-until he felt himself lose interest.<br/><br/>Again.<br/><br/>"God's mercy..." he growled, trying to ignore that itching at the back of his mind that flared up on a daily basis. It drove him mad, both with frustration and anguish, for no matter what he does to try and abate it, it returned. There was a feeling he could not explain even to himself, this ache in his chest that was full of want. Want for....lord he didn't even know. But his sessions at brothels couldn't even satisfy it, even when he poured all the creativity he could muster into it. Food, no matter how delicious, still left him hungry. The wine never quenched his thirst.<br/><br/>"Enough!" he shouted when he felt his dick grow soft inside the man. He pulled out and waved them all away, letting them take the payment from the pouch on the bedside table. As if relieved to be out of his presence, they grabbed their clothing and exited the room he had rented for the night.<br/><br/>Perhaps sleep will make it go away this night....<br/><br/>Grabbing the sheathed sword from the floor beside his bed, he held it closer than a lover, and begrudgingly tried to sleep.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>He half expected the attack that he was barely awake as he plunged the blade into the demon's throat, more vexed than surprised. "This morning wasn't enough for all of you? Couldn't give me a day's respite? Fuck off." he sighed as he rose to his feet.