Today’s snippet, titled “A Roll in the Hay”, is a piece I wrote about an NPC in my Pathfinder Campaign (sort of the “King Maker” adventure path). The intention behind this was to illustrate events occurring in the world, but away from the PCs. They’re supposed to be writing their own pieces about actual in-game events. We shall see if any materialize.
      Be forewarned, there are mature themes and naughty language below.
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      “They don’t own you, you know,” Richard said, stroking fingers over her bare belly. “They can’t tell you what to do forever.”
      Minnie closed her eyes.
      “They aren’t even your real family. You don’t owe them anything.”
      She sighed.
      “Why are you going to listen to them?”
      Rolling to her side, she faced away from him.
      “Why, Min?”
      She gave a harsh laugh and sat up, her back exposed to him. “Because they saved me, as much as it pisses me off to say so. Can you even imagine what my life was like, before this, Dick?”
      Richard frowned. Minnie could feel his scowl on her back – he hated it ever-so-much when she called him Dick.
      “No, but-”
      Turning, she placed a hand on his chin. “No, exactly. You can’t. You had a family and friends and all that. You know what we had? A fucking hole in a cliff-face, Dick. We had a little bitty income from the highway tax my Uncle and his men collected – and that was rare enough. They should have spent more time farming or hunting – all that responsibility fell to me, you know. To me!
      “And Trevy, too, I guess. When my stupid Da fell off that rock and then just wasted away, not even able to move his arms or legs an inch, there weren’t no one else to do it. Mama died when our littlest brother was born – Da never bothered to name him, you know? Just buried him and Mama and that was that. We had another brother, for awhile. Pyrtric. Cute. Ate everything he could put his hands on.” Minnie frowned, looking down at her lap. “Even those poison Limmonberries, which I told him not to.”
      “Hells, Min, that’s-” Richard sounded genuinely sympathetic. “That’s awful. What happened?”
      Minnie set her jaw, trying very hard not to lose her temper with him. “He didn’t listen. I turned my back to put Daisy in the bath and when I turned back, he’d eaten a whole damn branch-worth.”
      “Oh.”
      “He turned a weird shade of pale and then vomited so hard I think half his belly came up his throat.”
      “Oh, Minnie,” Richard said, slipping his arm around her. She could feel the queer, pink, hairless part of his forearm – burned practically to the bone his first day at the forge – against her stomach and the furry pelt of his chest against her back. “Minnie, that’s horrible. But don’t you see – its just all the more reason to get out of here. Come away with me. Let’s just – let’s just go, we can put all that behind us. We’ll be free, Min. Free from our pasts and from-”
      She twisted around, interrupting him. “Free from indenture, right? Free from all those responsibilities and obligations we have? Yeah, don’t give me that look. I’m not a fool, Dick, I know that when you sign on as an apprentice the way you did, it was a fucking contract to bleed you dry.”
      “Damn right,” Richard said, the vein in his jaw pulsating. “That fat cretin didn’t tell me half the terms and now I’m right and truly fucked.”
      “You did not read the contract?”
      “I don’t know but to sign my own name, some signs. A Miller’s son, you know, with Will to inherit the mill and me just to work it; I know my numbers, but reading and writing weren’t so important.”
      Minnie couldn’t help rolling her eyes this time. “Dick, that’s stupid. You should learn to read and write. So you won’t get yourself into about fix like this. Hells, even Ava and I know how to read and write, and neither of us had any real need of it. She grew up with hillfolk – hardly a half-step up from outright savage. And my kin have been highway men for a generation at least. They gotta know how to ambush a traveller, not quote bardic lore.”
      His expression changed almost imperceptibly when Ava’s name leapt from her tongue. Minnie had not been able to draw the details of their relationship out of either of them. Ava had said they were friends and travelled together a time; Richard told her that they had had a brief affair but that Ava callously fled Restov after he was injured.
      “Yeah, well…” Minnie sighed. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to spend the rest of my days fleeing your master and looking over my shoulder. At least here, I’m pretty much safe. Oleg and Svetlana aren’t really so bad, and Saul and Ham are so good to Trevy, and there’s the Garess soldier and his – hah – garrison, too.”
      “Safe as a lark in a cage, but grounded! Come on, Minnie. That fat cretin doesn’t need me, not really, he wanted a younger boy anyway. I’m a man grown and not so easily cowed – as he fucking knows now, doesn’t he?”
      Minnie chuckled. It was true – Richard had pissed in his master’s stew every day for a fortnight, until he got caught, beaten, confessed, and beaten again. After that, Richard was no longer treated entirely like a slave – just mostly.
      “Look, Min, I gotta leave. This place is so desolate and I don’t want to be bound to that talentless pissant for the next seven years.”
      She leaned her head against his shoulder, half-facing him, their legs entangled. “Damn it, Dick, I really wish you had read that stupid contract.”
      “If you come away with me, you can teach me to read and write.”
      His hand slid from her stomach, creeping south. Nuzzling her neck, Richard guided her back into the hay, his fingers seeking – and finding – that little button of pleasure that her Mama had always told her was a sure-fire pathway to sin and vice. Part of her wanted to listen to her mother, and to Gavriil who had made it clear that she should not part her thighs for any one (though, truth be told, she was pretty sure he meant – anyone but himself). The rest of her just wanted him to keep going, to place his mouth upon her breast and his cock between legs and to just forget everything. Forget her family – surely they’d forgotten all about her – and forget her obligations, forget the bad times and the pain and the privation, forget Oleg’s grumpy face and Svetlana’s wooden spoon on her hand, forget Ava’s goofy drawl and-
      “To the Abyss with it all,” she said, gasping as Richard plied tongue to nipple and maneuvered his way atop her. “Wuh- wuh- where should we go?”
      Grunting, Richard’s answer was all but unintelligble. Just like a man, she thought, suddenly finding herself somewhat disengaged from the whole scene, he dips his wick and all his brains shut off.
      A few thrusts later, Richard spent himself and rolled to the side with a soft ‘woo’ of exhausted pleasure. She let him have a moment to catch his breath and then she threw her leg over his hips, straddling him.
      “I know where we can go, Dick. They’re gonna need people like us – good with a bow and a blade and you can even smith, a bit.”
      Though he wrinkled his nose at her little jibe, he was too post-coitally blissful to object strenuously. “Well, where then, my little lamb?”
      She socked him, a solid blow, in the pectoral and glowered. For as much as he disliked being called Dick, Minnie’s utter hatred for the nickname “little lamb” was a thousand times stronger.
      “You call me little lamb again, you’re going straight to the graveyard, Dick.”
      “All right, all right, I’ll stop. Tell me, Min, what’ve you got in mind?”
      A strange, sly smile curled her lips. “South, Dick. We’re going South.”

Note: Image is “together we’re safe” by michaelaw from SXC.hu