Schuldig (part 2)
Crow notices Snow leave and turns to Tanye who lay before his feet. “Rise slave, show me this tent of Snow.”he tells her while he ponders if it was safe enough to stay. He watched Snow go inside and shrugs lightly. There had been enough hostility between them and Snow had more reason to kill him than perhaps any other. The marks he had killed were hardly in a position to come for vengeance and Crow had been quite sure to never leave many witnesses to his deed.
Crow’s thoughts faded when he followed the slave and his eyes travel over the perfect curves she so tauntingly exposed to his view. The tent dark made him stop in his track to give his eyes time to adjust to the dark. “Shadows that hide you.” he mutters softly when he started to look around to see what comforts were in the tent. The furs surely used often, seemed to be piled up highly. Crows grins at the thought of Snow using the slave until she was screaming the birds from the trees nearby. It hadn’t been the rough soil that had made her cry, that much he could figure now.
Crow didn’t speak when the slave whimpered before him, soft pleads up to him. A flick of his fingers, made it quite clear what his intentions were with her. Watching her crawl on all fours to the furs, he started to carefully unwrap himself from the many weapons he carried. Each one he held with the up most care, after all his life had depended on each of them all to often. He made sure that each of them were in reach if needed and the hidden dagger that seemed his life partner he placed next to him when he settled next to the slave.
Crow was pleased that the dark kept her in the shades, perhaps visualizing her to be the pleasure slave he owned or perhaps the girl Sparrow he had sold before she was able to gain more of him as he feared her love more than he had any other opponent. “The priest kings are cruel, slut.” he had hissed when he was ready.
Crow wasn’t a tender lover, roughly and with the sureness of a man that just took his pleasure had not waited and taken her. It had been long that he had allowed himself the weakness of his own flesh. His mouth raped hers while he didn’t seem to be concerned about her readiness. If she was still the wanton slut he had known her for all this time, he doubted she wouldn’t be. With the softness of her skin against his, their mutual sweat as this lubricant that made their movements smooth and almost like this fluent union of lust, his moment had come rather quickly. The overwhelming feeling of his release that had been captured within him for this long, his groans and lustful growls of pleasure had cried out the name of his love: “Eve !!!!!”
Crow unaware of his cries for the woman that had come closer than even his own daughter Rose had been, had pushed the slave from him uncaring if she had her share of pleasure or release. He wasn’t bothered by anything she might desire or think of what had happened. He had turned on his back and allowed himself this moment rest, before he would head off before the day would again start. He wouldn’t stick around for some ‘social breakfast’ there were a few people to see before he would turn his back and walk from what he hoped others would see as going from the face of this planet.
To be continued
Crows Murder 
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