《The Collector》


 I: Guilt [Introduction]

    I: Guilt [Introduction]


    The sun had started to slowly go down as the Dark Forest got thinner ¨C it was clear that there was no way that he could make it to his home, where he hadn''t been for ages, before it gets dark, so it certainly was a better idea to start a small camp as soon as the forest ends ¨C any child knew that being in the Dark Forest during night was practically a suicide.


    After walking for another half an hour, he had finally reached the Northern plains. He started to quickly make a camp ¨C he was no stranger to outings since he had been an explorer for quite a while, so making a small bonfire and setting up a tent wasn''t anything hard, but¡­ what is that? Is it someone coming this way? Indeed, making a camp - it certainly looked like it would be challenge for the slender young man that was approaching, oh, so slowly.


    Didn''t this person know that it was dangerous to enter the Dark Forest during the night? Although he wanted to say he didn''t give a damn for the stranger, he also noticed that the younger man wasn''t carrying anything ¨C just how the hell did he intended to survive? To make a camp? Does he even know how to make one? Truthfully, that person looked way too fragile compared to himself ¨C he knew quite well that he was quite the mountain of muscles.


    ...he shouldn''t just abandon that stranger, should he? It wouldn¡¯t be nice thing to do, not in the Dark Forest that was known to have various demons lurking during the night, no, not only then, always. The Dark Forest wasn¡¯t a place for a lone traveller. Did he sound like a hypocrite? No, not really ¨C he was a force to be reckoned with, the demons of the Forest would be too scared, and that was no mere arrogance.


    As he looked at the freshly made and yet still unlit bonfire, he decided.


    - Hey, traveller! - he called out; the other had a curious look on his face. - It''s dangerous to go through the forest during the night, so way don''t you join me for now? - He made a point to sound friendly and approachable, kind and hospitable, that he really didn¡¯t mind sharing his fire with anyone. And truly - the stranger seemed to think about the offer as if still not being sure if it was a good idea, but after a moment he nodded and made his way towards the camp.


    - Well, why don''t you sit down? - another offer. The man pointed at a spot across himself, and, as soon as the stranger sat, he thought about what to say so that the awkward feeling that lingered in the air would disappear.


    He coughed to make the youger man pay attention to him. - You know, I have always wanted to say that I was stronger than anyone else my age ¨C at least, that was what my teacher had always said, that was what my parents had always said, and the same goes for my friends, schoolmates and even neighbours. I have always thought that I was somewhat special, - the man started to tell as he looked up to the night sky. For a moment everything was silent, the man not being sure why he said that and if he should continue.


    - But, I guess, that''s not what I was supposed to start with, - he laughed as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head and his gaze landed upon the slander, leaner, and somewhat feminine looking younger man that sat across him, with the flaming bonfire between them. - I''m Peleex of The Lone Red Mountain in the Northern plains, - he introduced himself as he started anew all the while carefully observing the other man who had a gentle expression on his face.


    The feminine man ¨C or washe not a man? Maybe he was still just a boy, it was rather hard to tell in the firelight, - sat there quietly as if re-thinking every word that Peleex had said. Although Peleex had prided himself in his calm-headedness, he felt somewhat nervous while waiting for the other man to finally say something ¨C strangely enough, the younger male hadn''t said anything during their still short time together, not even a sound. A part of Peleex actually started to think that the other man didn''t get the implication that he, too, should introduce himself (Or, perhaps, he couldn¡¯t speak?), so Peleex just decided on staring on him.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    - Oh? - the pretty-boy finally let out a sound, - please, call me the Collector, as that is what I do. -


    So there was no name? Or his name was, oh, so important that he deemed Peleex to be unworthy of knowing it? A noble brat that thinks that he''s good and strong enough to travel on his own trought the Dark Forest? An arrogant brat with a death wish, nothing more, Peleex sneered.


    There was no doubt that the younger male in front of him must have been quite rich ¨C this ''Collector'' was wearing clothes far too good to be just a commoner.


    - So, please, continue with your story, - the Collector said with a weirdly cold, but gentle smile. Distant, if he had to find the best word to describe it. Peleex even wondered, how a smile like that was actually made, just what the toung man was feeling?


    - Well, yes, - Peleex steeled himself to continue, - so everyone around me considered me to be a prodigy of swordsmanship, and, to tell you the truth, I really thought they were right. So, when I turned fourteen, I left my home, the little no-name town that was built on the Lone Red Mountain, to become an explorer. You know what that is, right? That¡¯s the dream of every kid, after all. And, you know, I was doing quite a good job, within a week after I was registered as an explorer in the Guild of Never-resting Souls that, as you should already know, is far more better then the Guild of Wanderers, albeit less popular than the later ¨C and this isn¡¯t just my pride speaking -, well, within a week I ranked up twice and became a rank 5 explorer, which, as the nice receptionist that I had a crush on during that time said, was the record of their branch, so, of course, I felt quite proud of myself since, as you know, I was a swordsmanship prodigy who managed to rank up twice during a single week. - Peleex had a wide grin on his face ¨C for some reason it felt so right, so good to tell the story of his life to the Collector who just quietly listened with occasional nods and didn''t complain that Peleex talked too much about himself; furthermore, he somehow felt that this young man wanted to listen to whatever he said.


    Peleex had stopped his story for a bit to think further about what he should include in it. - Anyway, during that time I got some friends that I trusted, I travelled with them a lot, we fought together, we explored, and it was generally a great time. Fel was our precious wolf-kin magician, she was specialized in wind and fire spells, and she¡¯s three years older than me, to tell you the truth, I had a crush on her ¨C she was really beautiful. Another of my friends was Grey, who was a swordsman like me, but his swordsmanship was a defensive one, while I prefered offence way more, so we had our balance. Grey was a calm guy with a great, rather dark sense of humour, but, I guess, he was my best friend, and I doubt that I will find a friend who''s better than him. Ah, I miss him a lot, - Peleex sighed, - but, well, things happen. Anyway, we were a four-person party, so... who''s left? - Of course, it was just a question so that Peleex could take some breath while telling his story. - Righ, our rogue ¨C the elven girl Secina who also doubled as our scout. She had a terrible personality, but a great body, so... I had a bit of a crush on her. After travelling together for three years, we conquered our first rank three dungeon. -


    Here Peleex made a pause to make the Collector understand that this was a turning point, an important event ¨C a rand three dungeon was something special, after all.


    - So, of course, we were finally promoted to rank three, now we were considered to be quite the experienced explorers, so a lot of people started to talk about us. We were famous, since there wasn''t too many third or higher rank parties, so, well, I took pride in that. I felt like together we could do whatever we wanted, that we were unstoppable, but, eh, I guess I was wrong, - the man sighed. Remembering what came next always made him feel miserable, so he need gather some courage before continuing.


    Peleex laid down on the ground and quietly looked at the nigh sky; it was a beautiful nigh ¨C he was able to see the countless stars, the moons, Quilet and Treibali - both were full, and that was a rare event. Some said that the full moons meant changes, some said that it was a bad omen, but, nonetheless, it was only once in five years when they both were full.


    So it was a special night.


    And Peleex felt that this was probably the only night when he would ever even consider of sharing about his time as an explorer, to share his experiences with his precious friends... and maybe it was even better that he had decided to tell this to a complete stranger that he happened to meet while travelling back from the capital to the nameless town that he was born in.


    A glance aside.


    It seemed like the perfect moment to take out some wine from his luggage. - Want some? - he immediately offered to the Collector, who at some point had taken out a fan with a floral pattern. - I made it myself, and I''m quite good at making wine, if I do say so myself, - he proudly declared.


    - Mhm, - the Collector nodded, and Peleex gave him a bottle.

 II: Guilt [Alcohol]

    II: Guilt [Alcohol]


    - I generally don''t care what you do, but try not to sit in a tavern from morning to dawn, - the man said as he stood up and put his cloak on, his gaze still on the elven woman that practically slept on the table in front of him, - just remember that you are still young, drinking your life away isn''t the answer. -


    - Urgh, - the elf moaned and waved with hand in hopes that her this morning''s conversation partner would leave faster that way. Why would he care about her health? Why would he care about what she did with her life? And she was hundred years his senior anyway, so him calling her ''young'' was quite weird anyway. He should just go somewhere and enjoy that short human life of his, since he had lived nearly a half of it anyway.


    - Right, - the man just said, - then I hope to still see you, as you usually say, ''alive and kickin'''' tomorrow, Secina. Unlike you, I have a job to do. - The sound of heavy footsteps signalized that the man had left her alone with the lone empty bottle in front of her.


    The lone empty bottle needed a friend. As soon as possible, Secina thought while a smirk found it''s place on her face. She found the strength to lift her head and look around the tavern that was empty save herself and the waiter whom she had never seen before. Was he new here? Secina thought that she had already seen every employee here, so this fox-kin waiter, who seemed to be about fifteen, so barely could be considered as an adult, must have been a recent addition. Perhaps, this was the boy''s first work-day? Well, then she should make this day more special.~~


    She waited until the pretty-boy waiter went right past her table to lazily and incredibly rudely grab his tail ¨C she knew from her former team-mate that touching a beast-kin''s tail, ears, or any other animal part without their consent was considered to be really~~ rude. - Eh? - As expected, the fox-boy let out a surprised gasp and turned around to face her, and only then she released his tail from her grasp. - Hey there~~, - she started while trying to mask the drunken tone, that she acquired while drinking until the morning, with an off-tune singing, - could you be so nice and bring me something... nice to drink? -


    What a disappointment! The waiter just nodded and left to bring her something, not even commenting anything on her rude behaviour.


    After few minutes of just sitting and staring at nothing, the fox-boy returned with a bottle and a glass on the plate, so image of him being a waiter now was complete ¨C nice black vest, a buttoned white shirt with a black bow around his slender neck, a long apron that was tied around his waist, and a plate. Cute. And pretty fancy for a tavern.


    Well, she came here exactlybecause it was fancy here. - Now, now, what did you bring me, dear, mm? - Secina immediately asked as the boy put the bottle and the glass in front of her. Right, she did see that it was a wine, but she really wanted to hear the fox''s voice.


    - An apple wine, miss, - a quiet voice returned the answer to her question. Ah, she once knew someone who was good at making apple wine ¨C was this a cosmic sign that she should visit her former team-mate?


    While she wondered, the bottle had been already opened, and, with a polite smile forced by his job as a waiter, he turned around to walk away, but, no, Secina won''t let him do that ¨C it would be way too boring to drink alone. Once again her left hand found its way to the fox-boy''s tail. - Hey, hey, there isn''t any other client here now, so why don''t you sit with me? - she offered as she released his silky silver tail. - You wouldn''t make a lady drink on her own, would you? - Heck, she didn''t need him to drink, it would be fine if he just sat across the table and occasionally nodded his head while she told her drunk-tales.Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.


    The waiter just stood there for while, as if thinking if it really was fine to provide his company to a client, but (Oh! It must have been her lucky day!) in the end he decided to take a seet across her. - I''m not going to drink, miss, - he finally said, but Secina celebrated her victory with a wide predatory grin on her face.


    - Anyway, I haven''t seen you here before, - the elf said as the boy poured her glass with the apple wine. Did he forget to do that before? So it seems. - Are you new here? -


    - Yes, I started this morning, although I don''t intend to work here for long, since my objective is to pay for my staying within the tavern''s inn with working, - he nodded. Ah, so honest! And, despite giving the vibes of being a person that doesn''t speak a lot, he still made a nice answer. Should she feel special? No, no, perhaps ''the vibes'' and the actual personality were completely different.


    She warmly smiled as she drank the wine. - But you know what? - she didn''t really want an answer to this. - It''s weird how people just assume that dark elves are, well, dark. It''s not true, - she pointed at the waiter with her right index finger, - fine, dark elves don''t really like being out during day-time, but there is no need to ask me if I''m a moon elf. Seriously. Moon elves don''t even exist! There are only dark elves and surface elves! - She quickly poured another glass of wine. - And what''s with the stereotype about us having black skin and white or grey hair? Look at me! My skin is fairer than any nobles! Seriously, - Secina said grumpily as she started to empty the glass.


    - Ah, and here I was blabbing, but I didn''t even introduce myself, did I? - Once again, she didn''t need the fox-boy to actually answer. - My name is Secina, and, yes, I''m a dark elf. I came to the surface world about 30 years ago and decided to became an explorer, so I could see more than I could ever see if I had stayed underground. It wasn''t long before I found a group of three that were looking for a rogue, thief, or scout, so I joined them. Well, although we were travelling for a long time, I didn''t really have good relationships of any of them, but at least they were more tolerable than any other party that I had tried to join. -


    The woman downed the glass.


    - My team-mates were quite the bunch, actually. We had two swordsmen ¨C Peleex was a full-front attacker who loved anyone with boobs and Grey who was a defence-type and seemed to like bad-puns despite his calm and responsible guy attitude, seriously, I really want to know how he gets rid of all the accumulated stress.~~ And the last one, our magician, Fel. She''s specialized in fire and wind spells, and she''s a wolf-kin. You know how rare it''s to find a beast-kin magician, don''t you? So we called her ''Precious'', heh, - Secina laughed and waved at the bottle so the waited would fill her glass again.


    - So, we travelled, and at some point we kinda decided to enter a rank three dungeon, - she continued, - and, well, we cleared it really~~ fast. - Here she made a pause so that the fox would understand that clearing a rank three dungeon was a big deal. - So our party, too, was promoted to third rank, and you know well enough that any explorer of that rank is really strong, really experienced, and really awesome, - she grinned, - look at me, aren''t I awesome? -


    Now, she wanted an answer to her question, this one wasn''t metaphorical, so Secina stared intently at the boy''s pretty light-blue slit eyes. - Oh? - he exclaimed in rather calm voice. - Yes, indeed, miss. - Wasn''t he adorable? Agreeing so readily.~~


    She took another long sip from her glass, while gazing at an empty bottle, that had gained a friend in form of an apple wine bottle that still wasn''t even halfway, as if she was in deep thought about what she should say next so that her story would sound better. - At the time we thought that we were The Shit, like, seriously, that we were super important, super cool, super strong, and that the whole world was our to take, and that we were so totally ready to take on a rank two dungeon, yeah, we totally thought we were The Shit, - another long sip, - hic, - another sip, - but we totally weren''t. -

 III: Guilt [Brothel]

    III: Guilt [Brothel]


    Grey the Unmovable Mountain was the guild master of the Northern-Pahklaay''s biggest city Tepikyi branch of the [Guild Of Never-resting Souls] which, despite being a relatively small guild to begin with, was a force that no-one desired to mess with.


    ...and he always felt so stressed. But it was a good thing that he never really met with anyone in person, so at least he still was able to walk down the lively streets of Tepikyi without random low-rank explorers trying to suck up to him (as if it would ever work).


    It''s been twelve years since he had taken his position as the branch guild master, and during all of these years only one thing was ever been able to relieve Grey of the stress.


    Sex.


    So another reason as to why he didn''t even want to deal with anyone in person was that like this he was able to visit the city''s Red-Light district whenever he felt like it (and didn''t have to work) withou people recognising him. And, among all the establishments within the distric, he actually had a favourite - The Dancing Duchess ¨C a brothel that was like no other. It was elegant, clean, and never leaked any rumours.


    As he approached, the woman, who sat at the counter and who Grey recognized as the owner of The Dancing Duchess, smiled politely. - It''s been a while, - she said, - we have a new face, if you are interested. -


    - Is that so? - he said while scratching his chin that was clad by a greying beard.


    - Indeed. A boy, he said he was seventeen when I asked, - the owner explained, - he said he''s fine with providing entertainment for a few nights in exchange for a place to stay while he''s at the city. Well, he''s pretty cute, so I have no problems with that, - she grinned. Of course, she wouldn¡¯t have any problems with that as long as the boy worked for the room. - So do you want to try some fresh meat? Or something that you are used to ''work'' with? -


    - Well, it''s been a while since I''ve done a man, so may as well, - he let out a laugh as he placed down the sum that was the standard price for a night at The Dancing Duchess. After the owner made a quick count, Grey received the key and made his way to the room number 211.


    Quiet knock on the door, so the new entertainer would know that he was going to go in (appropriate choice of words when in a brothel, Grey just couldn¡¯t help himself). He opened the doors and without even looking at the person, who he was going to spend this night with, Grey put the key into the hole (and again) and turned it twice, so the room would be locked and no-one would barge in during the wrong moment.


    The man took of his overcoat as he glanced over to the boy who was sitting on the bed with an unreadable expression. The first thing that Grey noticed was that the boy definitely wasn''t seventeen, but still looked like he should be an adult; the next thing was the way that the boy had dressed ¨C a rather interesting style. He wore a loose somewhat robe-like jacket with a floral pattern that was fastened with a belt around his waist just above a silvery-white fox tail (Was he an albino?), underneath the jacket was a neatly buttoned white shirt with a black bow around his neck, oh, and the boy''s feet were bare ¨C Grey wasn''t sure if the fox had already taken his shoes off or he simply didn''t have them to begin with.


    The owner was right, this boy ¨C or rather young man (it sounded a lot more better than ''boy'', considering the reason why Grey was here) ¨C really was cute, despite his rather blank expression.


    - Good evening, sir, - a quiet voice reached Grey''s ears, - I''ll be the one providing service to you tonight. - This little fox probably had never said these words with a meaning like that ever before, although he did good job hiding that fact as he only shifted his gaze somewhere for the short moment of saying ''service'', but nonetheless Grey noticed that and wondered if the young man was nervous.


    Of course, he must be.


    Instead of any kind of answer, Grey walked towards the bad while taking off his attire ¨C as his cloak had been dropped to the ground when he entered, the next ones off was his jacket and shirt. He didn''t even try to make his stripping look even a tiny bit sexual as he had came here to literally fuck the stress out, but the short moment when a startled expression appeared on the fox''s face, he did wonder if he looked a bit too aggressive, so he decided to take this slowly.


    (But why did it matter? He paid, he could do with him whatever the fuck he wanted.)


    Grey slowly approached the young man who sat on the bed and bend down to open the belt around his waist. As the belt was open, he quickly took of the other¡¯s jacket and started to unbutton the white shirt ¨C Grey decided that it would be nice to leave the black bow where it was, so opening the shirt''s collar was a bit troublesome, but as soon as it was done, there were already two half-naked men on the bed.


    While trying to not look too impatient and aggressive (he really didn''t want to make this little fox scared), Grey quickly took off his pants and did the same to the young man who was so nicely submissive. - Now, there, - his voice was low and careful, - be a good boy and turn around, understood? -If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    As the boy (young man, damn it, he corrected himself) laid down on his stomach, Grey gently caressed the bare back in front of him. Although he had originally come here to fuck the stress out, he had started to enjoy the soft skin and naiveness, an inexperience of the brothel¡¯s ¡°fresh meat¡±, and it didn''t took long for his cock to start to swell. Even though he usually didn''t care, this time he carefully laid down on the top of the younger male (while trying not to hurt his white tail by an accident) so that his chest would touch the other''s back just to whisper in the fox''s ear: - So, what should I call you? - Grey was certain that his question will be answered; a moment later he slowly slid his manhood into the little fox''s hole.


    - Ahh, - instead of a name Grey heard a moan escaping the younger males lips as Grey continued to make slide deeper within the hole. - I-t''s ¨C aaah ¨C the Collector, - the little fox managed to answer between moans and gasps, as Grey started to move his cock with an increasing speed.


    - Then, - thrust, - I''m, - out, - pleased, - thrust, - to eat you, - Grey cheerfully said while his left hand had found it''s way to the youth''s chest and had started to stroke from around where his heart was down to his private parts, starting to rub them as he increased his speed again, after all, it would only be polite to help the young fox to come as well, no? The amount of the boy¡¯s moans and gasps certainly increased, and it was so obvious the he was so inexperienced ¨C it certainly didn¡¯t take many strokes for liquid to start to flow from the boy¡¯s cock.


    - So why are you here, under me, instead of enjoying your youth, learning, and exploring the world, mmm? - Really, now, this reminded Grey of his elven team-mate who he visited almost a half-year ago and who was drinking her life away at a fancy tavern; but thinking about people he hadn''t met for such a long time while his hands were on a soft lad and his cock was in the said lad certainly wasn''t necessary.


    Well, it certainly didn''t sound like this little fox would be able to answer now or anytime soon as he was moaning quite hard right when Grey increased the strength as he felt that he was so close to spilling now and wanted to speed up the process for a bit...


    ...and feel the bliss that came in form of his juice on the little fox''s soft skin.


    After quite the while of ''working'', Grey finally felt exhausted enough to abandon his position on the top of the lad in favour of dropping on the bed right next to him. His hand almost automatically reached the younger male''s head to pat it like he would his pets when they did as drilled. - Good boy, - Grey said unsure if he said it because of his tonight''s entertainer was just a young boy or because he was of fox-kind and so related to dogs, - now, would you mind answering my earlier question? -


    The little fox lift his head from the pillows in which he head breathed ever since he was released of Grey''s ''sword''; although his cheeks were flushed and he breathed heavily, he still did his best to keep a calm expression on his face. - It''s because I need a cheep place to stay while I''m at the city, and I don''t mind working for it. Furthermore, there are some expanses that I have planned, - an honest explanation in that quiet voice of his, albeit now it seemed a bit rushed and tired for obvious reasons.


    - Is that so? - Grey murmured as he slowly stood up at the side of the bed and made his way towards his pants. After a few seconds, there was a single golden coin in his closed palm. - Well, it isn''t hard to guess what a boy your age might deem as ''necessary expanses'' in this city, - he stated as he started to play with the coin with his fingers. With a smile that was partially lost within his greying beard he held the golden coin right in front of the little fox''s, who had managed to sat up on the side of the bed, nose. - Well, then be a good boy for just a bit longer and open your mouth, - Grey''s smile widened as he gently held the lad''s head in this hands and moved it in the direction of his cock; it certainly seemed to have a mind of its own, after all, it had decided to slowly start to stand up again, - meanwhile I will tell you a story I heard earlier today. - It would be nice if the little fox could help his cock to swell up yet again.


    The fox obediently got on his knees in front of Grey, nervously licked his lips, and finally experimentally licked the tip of the man¡¯s dick, slowly taking it fully in his mouth and starting to suck on it.


    - So there was this boy from this rich merchant family in the capital, ah, don''t ask me for the child''s name for I don''t remember it, probably because of my age. This brat was the third son, so there was no pressure regarding the family business and it pretty much meant that he could become whatever he wanted with no consequences; except the choice had been made in his stead as he was trained to be a swordsman since the moment he could stand. The family had decided that he would become an explorer, - Grey started the story; his fingers, which had already lost the gold coin, as not it was on the ground, by this time, played with the younger male''s silky silver hair and fox ears that twitched by his touch, while the boy continued to suck.


    - The boy ranked up quite quickly, especially after he met another gifted swordsman. They didn''t need a long time to understand how to fight together as a team and to do it as efficiently as possible, so the boy started to fight in defence position while his new friend was in charge of attacking, but they both knew that a they as a swordsmen duo they wouldn''t be able to advance much further on their own, they need other members. Soon after they understood that, they met a wolf-girl who was a great fire and wind magician, after fighting together with her for a while, the three of them gained another team-mate ¨C another girl, but she was rogue dark elf. Together they-- ooh! That was good! You are unexpectedly good at this, lick there again! - for a moment Grey completely forgot what was he about to say in favour of pleasure granted by the little fox''s tongue.


    It took him quite a while to gather his thoughts and continue the story, perhaps, it would have happened earlier if Grey hadn¡¯t decided to thrust his cock deeper into the boy¡¯s mouth quite the few times. - The party entered a rank three dungeon. Can you imagine that, mm? Just four people flooding the floors with streams of monsters'' blood. Oh, oh, oh.... something else is about to flow now, - the man grinned widely, as he pushed his dick deeper into the youth¡¯s throat to force him to swallow everything of the juice that was flowing out. - Now, be a good boy, - he did his best to make an encouraging expression. The man found himself thinking that it certainly was a quite the nice view ¨C seeing this fox to quietly struggle for more air as Grey''s liquid escapes his mouth and flows on his chin and neck, and finally accepting the thought of swallowing everything that came out of Grey''s cock. Grey even felt generous enough to pat the boy''s head and take the manhood out so that he could catch a breath.


    The man guessed that this was the perfect time to continue the story. - What followed next, to put it shortly, was that they jumped way over their own heads. -