Author: TheWilliham

Wild Roses pt. 16: Student [bd] [fsub]

“Hooh.” Autumn said with a whistle as Summer finished recounting the events in the temple.

“Good call on getting out of there in a hurry.” Spring said with a nod. “There wasn’t a lot of traffic in the square, but I’m thinking we should probably get off the road for a while, too.”

Summer nodded. “Where, though?”

“I’m sure somewhere will turn up.” Autumn said with a shrug, and together the three of them picked up the pace to put as much distance between themselves and the temple hill as they could, as quickly as possible.

In the mid-afternoon, they came to another small town, and deciding that leaving a trail might be somewhat undesirable, sent Spring through town to buy some rations from the market, while Summer and Autumn made a wide circle around it instead. On the other side, they met back up, and Spring offered her sisters a pair of small roast birds and day fresh bread, and quickly they kept along the road, looking for places to go to ground. Read more »

[Mf/fM] Wild Roses pt. 15: Abbotsolutely Horrible [nc] [rape/revenge] [bsdm] [fdom]

Between the muddy road and Summer’s exhaustion, the going was slow, but by dusk, the three sisters found their way into a small village on a small hill, a smattering of houses crowding the stone temple at the crest. There was no inn to be found, but at a courier post at the foot of the hill Autumn managed to convince the captain to lend them an empty bed for the night, and while she went with off with him to settle their accounts, Spring and Summer went to bed, Summer out at once and Spring lingering at the edge of sleep for a while before she too succumbed. When Autumn came to bed a few hours later, sweaty and panting, Summer awoke briefly, but still exhausted she slept through the entire day, despite her sister’s efforts to wake her.

At the dawning of the day after she awoke at last in earnest, rested but famished, and crawling over Spring’s flushed and sticky body, offering Autumn a light kiss as she slipped into her dress.

“I want to check out the temple.” she whispered quietly to her sister. “Meet me in the square in a few hours, and we’ll be on our way?” Read more »

[META] Multipart stories and you: A tale of navigation link comments

Seeing as how there are a lot of multipart stories going on, I thought I’d share a quick tip.

Those of you who have been reading Wild Roses or Through the Fog may have noticed the navigation link comments; a useful addition to any multipart story to be sure.

As such, please have the comment template I have been using for Wild Roses; take it and use it well.

Part X of Story Name

[First](URL OF FIRST PART) – [Previous](URL OF PREVIOUS PART) – Next – Last

This comment goes on every part of the story as it’s published, and when the next part is released, it’s edited and the “Next” is replaced:

[Next](URL OF NEXT PART)

The same goes for “Last” when the story is concluded, so that involves a bit of an editing spree.

[fM/fm/fF] Wild Roses pt. 14: The Storm [prost]

Two wild weeks of wandering and work later, around midday, a light squall washed over the girls as they walked, cool and refreshing at first, but seeming with every step they took to grow more violent and cold, and before long what started as a light drizzled had turned into a torrential downpour. Hardly able to see ten yards through the heavy rain, the sisters dashed desperately through the wall of water, trying to find cover from the raging storm. Taking a wrong but fortunate turn along the road even as it turned into a river of mud, they soon found themselves at the door of a small farmhouse, and knocked loudly, huddled together under the small porch to shield themselves from the weather as best they could.

When the door finally swung open, they found themselves facing a small, sturdy man, his thin black hair going to bald and his hawkish nose turned up to look at them.

“Yes?” he barked, seemingly oblivious to their soaked state and the rain.

“Sorry to be a bother”, Spring got out, her teeth clattering as she shivered against the cold, “my sisters and I had the misfortune of getting caught in the rain.” Read more »

[MfM] Wild Roses pt. 13: Guard Post [prost] [dp]

From a distance, only the guttering light from a single torch showed Autumn that the guard post was active, but as she drew closer she could hear a pair of racouous northern voices from within, and as she drew up at the doorway, she saw what it was about.

The two guards were both tall and broad, with long red hair and bushy beards, and sat in the center of the guardroom with a small keg between them and a tankard in hand, throwing dice.

“Shouldn’t you be watching the road?” she asked with a smirk, where she stood leaning in the doorway.

“Och, li’l lass is scared brigands are goin’ to carry’er off into tha night!” the taller of the guards offered to what Autumn guessed to be his brother, who nodded roughly in assent.

“Aye, ‘t’would seem so.” he shrugged, and threw his dice. Briefly looking under his cup, he soon made an announcement. “Four threes.”

Between them they had several tall stacks of silver, which Autumn eyed greedily.

“Well”, she suggested airily, “if you’re not watching the road anyway, maybe I can join your game?” Read more »

[fFM/fM] Wild Roses pt. 12: Maritals [prost] [Fsub]

After making a light meal of fresh baked bread with field fruit preserves and half tankard of beer, Summer made her way through the common room and up to a low table in the corner, where a couple sat supping on roast beef and a thick mushroom soup, him with eager appetite, her listlessly picking at her food.

“Hello”, she offered with a smile as she sat down, “is the soup good tonight?”

Where she sat, she could see the man eyeing the shape of her through her thin dress, and she made a point of smiling whenever she caught him looking.

“It’s passable.” he said with a shrug, pushing his bowl over to his wife. “Do I know you?”

“I’m Summer.” Summer offered with a smile, pulling back an artfully errant lock of hair.

“Hello, Summer.” the man said with a barely polite sneer. “I’m Carl, and this is my wife Honour.”

Sternly, he looked over at Honour. “Say hello, dear.”

“Hello.” Honour mumbled with a small nod to Summer, as she poked at her roast beef. Read more »

[fM] Wild Roses pt. 11: Night Life [prost] [fsub] [Mdom]

A silver mark bought the sisters a small room at the back of the inn for the night, with little in the way of furniture, apart from a broad but hard bed and a small table with two chairs, one missing a leg and the other missing its back. As Willard had suggested, the silver had also covered board for the three of them, and for lunch the inn-keep had produced a small platter of bread, bacon and field fruits, alongside a pitcher of beer and a small jar of berry preserves. As they sat eating, the three sisters took to planning their way forwards.

“I think we need some more money.” Spring suggested. “Nine marks will last us no more than a week, and that hardly makes an adventure.”

Autumn nodded solemnly. “Agreed.”

“How are we to earn money, though?” Summer asked, worrying at her heel of bread. “None of us have a trade, at least not one in good repute.”

“Couldn’t you wow some people with your magics?” Autumn suggested.

Summer shook her head. “People are afraid of magic. It’d sooner get us run out of town than a full purse.” Read more »

[fM] Wild Roses pt. 10: Into Town

Early the next morning, the three sisters set out to town together; Spring and Autumn both in their travel leathers, Spring wearing them over a blue linen tunic and Autumn over a tunic of light green wool, Summer clad in a light red dress made from forest spider silk and a woven leather belt with a few small purses on it. With a light but filling breakfast in their bellies, they made good time down the road, even as Summer occasionally veered of the road when she spotted a pretty flower and Autumn dashed into the forest to refill their waterskins. By the time the sun hung low in the sky and the forest gave way to meadows, and then fields, to a one their hair was decked in forest flowers, and their bellies were full of sweet fruits and berries Spring had foraged along the road.

“Did you have a plan for this seeing the world thing?” Summer asked as they made their way past the first farmhouse on the outskirts of the town.

Spring shrugged. “I guess we’ll just wander aimlessly from town to town for a while, see what we learn?” Read more »

[fff] Wild Roses pt. 9: Sweet Sixteen [inc]

Hot on the heels of a short and warm spring, summer was quickly upon the rosewood, and before long Spring and Autumn went naked against the heat as easily as Summer did. Dashing through the boughs with nothing but her sword in her hand, Spring made a point of keeping to her drills, slashing large stands of roses into fragrant showers of petals at every chance, minding her bare feet against the thorny ground.

“Shouldn’t you be practicing against live targets?” Autumn offered from her perch on the porch, where she sat watching her sister.

“Shouldn’t you be out felling game?” Spring retorted as she sliced through a stalk with a wild blow, and cut it in half again before it had a chance to hit the ground.

“The larder is full.” Autumn said with a frown, her eyes on the petals dancing from the tip of Spring’s sword. “It’d be a waste.”

“Greens, then?” Spring offered as she sliced a dancing rose petal in half, mid-air.

“Again…” Autumn began.

“Aye, aye.” Spring carped. “Larder’s full.”

“Yeah.” Autumn confirmed.

“So what, then?” Spring asked as she sliced through another bough. Read more »

[fM] Wild Roses pt. 8: Winter [inc]

The rosewood was still and quiet as Autumn waded her way through the deep but dwindling snows towards the house, the boar carcass slung over her shoulders. Only the stand of winter roses was still in bloom now, but the slumbering rose boughs under the blanket of white made for treacherous footing, but Autumn had walked this way a great many times before, so she had no issue finding her way safely up to the house.

As she rounded the corner she had expected to find father sitting on the porch, carving, but he was nowhere to be seen, so after hanging the carcass under the eaves of the porch roof she went inside to find him still in bed.

“Are you all right, father?” she inquired as she drew up to the bed. “It’s midday, you know.”

Only mumbled protests came from under the bedskins, so with a shrug Autumn returned outside to cut the boar and hang it for drying, before setting off to the spring at the edge of the clearing to start working the skin for leather. When she returned to the house at evenfall Gale was still abed, but Autumn thought nothing of it, and with a kiss to his warm brow she retired for the night. Read more »