Sword of St. Michael #7
#37 of Sampson and Devilah
Homecoming
In which Devilah returns to drunken Sampson.
Yes, I went there. But it's not intended as a sexual thing. It's intended as commitment. If you've ever had a truly sick friend or relative, you know that sometimes they need help with some pretty intimate needs. I have. Changing bedpans isn't glamorous, and the poor sod that needs your help doesn't want you to have to do it. But somebody has to, and best if it's someone who cares deeply about them. That's what this is intended to convey. Devilah knows what led this man to this state, and will help in any way needed to get him back on his feet.
So, with all the crude sexual stuff I put in here, that scene isn't intended to be one of them.
| The streets of Riften were quiet when Devilah stepped through her portal. She looked up at the sign for the Bee and Barb and wondered what had gone on while she had been gone. And not for the first time she wondered why the hell Sampson was still here. Then with a deep breath she stepped into the tavern. |
Devilah recalled her name, as well as some very personal attributes, immediately. "Keerava?"
"Devilah," said the barmaid, less as a greeting than a statement to make what she was seeing a reality.
The succubus nodded. "Yes. I've... been away. I wonder if maybe Sampson is..."
"He's in the same room. Hasn't left." |
"Devilah! Wait."
She turned back, curious. All eyes still watched her every move. What had happened here? Surely a little orgy wouldn't be that big of a deal?
"Devilah, be gentle. He's not the same man you left. He's going to have a hard time seeing you again." |
"One more thing. You've got a good man there Devilah. You may have ruined him. I don't think you deserve him."
Devilah looked down at her hands and replied quietly as she turned to climb the stairs. "That's for damned sure." |
Quietly, she said "Sampson?"
The big man turned over and opened his eyes blearily but recognized her immediately. Through a drunken haze, he smiled at her. "Devilah. Won't you come back? Where have you gone?" |
Perhaps another person would have recoiled at his appearance and neglect. But compared to the place she had just come from, his breath smelled of lilac and cinnamon. "Sampson. I'm back." |
Devilah felt something wrong with her own eyes, but closed them and felt the big man's breathing stutter a few times. "It's not a dream, Sampson. I am here." |
She laughed quietly. "I'm not going anywhere you big lunk." |
Devilah noticed the awkwardness and unbalanced state of the big man and shook her head. "I'll go with you."
The tavern below once again went quiet when a still-drunk Sampson staggered through the tavern with a naked Khajiit steadying him. She held his penis as he relieved himself in the privy, and they both returned back to their room. Sampson never took his eyes off of her, and she felt more than a little guilty for this amount of adulation from a man she had promised to murder. |
