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Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming

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Isabeaux Locke x Rebecca LeStryde from my DragonAge-inspired role-play game...


“While you were out...
The message says you left a number
And I tried to call but they wrote it down
In a perfect Spanish scrawl…

Yet again… I'm missing you…
A king size bed
In a hotel someplace
I hear your name
I see your face

The back street dolls
And the side-door johnnies
The wide-eyed boys with their bags full of money
Back in the alley, going bang to the wall
Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl
Heaven wouldn't be so high I know
If the times gone by hadn't been so low
The best laid plans come apart at the seams
And shatter all my dreams…

Sometimes I feel like screaming
Close my eyes…
It's times like this my head goes down
And the only thing I know
Is the name of this town…
Yet again, I'm missing you
Won't be long to coming home
Until that distant time…
I'll be moving on…””

Deep Purple; ‘Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming’


Part One

Time to reel in this particular fish, Rebecca decided... to which end, she had a letter delivered to the Hanged Man:

To the Pirate Captain Isabeaux….
I was wondering I might enlist your aid. Being new to these isles, I have ever had the worst sleep. The mattress are so hard here, unlike my native lands. Do you know of someone that would be kind enough to aid me softening up my mattress? Maybe a ‘sailor’ that could dedicate an entire evening of hard work in such an endeavor? I would most thankful to such a willing worker.

My thanks,
Rebecca


She waited at her warehouse dojo with mounting anticipation. A buxom figure turned up on the evening as requested, dressed rather unusually in a black trouser suit that was seemingly made for a slimmer figure.

“Ooh, I think the Twins are bursting the seams,” the rich voice laughed throatily. She sauntered in as if she owned the place, a rhythmic shake of her hips as she walked, a rolling seagoer’s gait. The outfit fit where it touched, and the kunoichi could almost hear the seams complaining.

“This was one of Aveline’s old dress suits… I had it retailored, but for all her manly shoulders, she’s not quite as blessed as me in the chest department…!” Isabeaux chuckled.

Smiling at the statement, Becca's eyes were drawn to the 'twins'. "Yes. They are quite lovely." she said with a devilish smile.

“Oh, we’ve been through a lot together,” the mocha-skinned wench winked saucily. “Just about the only thing I have to thank Momma for! My life certainly would have been more drab without them… They compare even to the infamous Amell Rack, don’t you think?”

“I shall need to see for myself regards that,” Becca joked.

“I will expect a full report, then!” Izzy chuckled.


She looked the kunoichi up and down carefully, showing a great deal of interest in what she was wearing. Everything about Rebecca reeked of sex. The way she wore her hair, the small skirt, the outline of her dark nipples showing through the blouse.

Isabeaux literally could not take her eyes off the prize before her. The older woman was flushed, perspiring… Trickles of sweat beading against her kaffee-coloured skin. Her eyes dilated, her ‘twins’ rising and falling with her quickened breath… It was as if Becca spoke to something inside her, pressing all her buttons… arousing her like an animal on heat… Her pink tongue moistened her full lips, lasciviously.


“Now… you said ‘pirate captain’…? For I’m not wholly certain that fits me… I was mostly a smuggler and sometimes a people carrier… and duellist. I got paid to wave my blades under the nose of some noble kicking up a fuss, after which they started talking more politely…” She giggled almost girlishly. “But ‘pirate’? I mean… I did a lot of exploring when the fancy took me, but I never robbed anyone at knife-point or made them walk the plank,” she laughs.

She licked her full lips. “Or mayhap we are just talking semantics, sweet thing…?” she purred.

Then smiled.

“Are you not going to offer a girl a drink, then? Are you allowed good liquor in a fancy place like this?”

Giving a little nod, Becca moved to her dresser where she kept some warmed bottles of sake. Handing a small hand-made ceramic cup to the woman, Becca sats next to her on the couch.

"It's a Viridian wine, derived from rice. This one has citrus accents."

Seeing the pirate captain down it, Becca laughed lightly. "Be careful, Captain. Sake has a way of creeping up on you... quickly."

“Oh! Now this is an unexpected pleasure!” Isabeaux chuckled. “It’s been years since I was in Ryukyu! Ooh…! I had all but forgotten that exotic tang! Fairly tantalises the tonsils, it does…”


She lounged sensually on the couch, slouching like some languid cat. “Now, you wanted an expert on beds, yes? Not piracy…! Now, it just so happens that know a fair amount about nocturnal sleeping furniture! I was trained by the experts, I shall kid you not. The Amell Maid Service, housekeeping with a smile!”

She handed the disbelieving girl a business card, likely something Varric had printed. It showed, to her amazement, a drawing of the two elder Amells, Garrett and Marian, in full Arlesian maid attire, complete with feather dusters.

“Miss Isabeaux, you’re kidding,” Becca laughed uneasily.

“Oh no, beautiful thing,” Isabeaux chuckled. “And call me’ Izzy’ please! And no, Garrett likes dressing up. He’s… in touch with his feminine side, so to speak… A man has to be very sure of his masculinity to wear a dress well. And even gay men can be masculine.”

“And… Ladyhawke?”

“Ah, yes. Well, I can get MariBelle drunk very easily…!”” she laughed. “Varric doesn’t let her forget it, either…”


She rose, and sauntered over to the bed.

“Ah! And here we have the crux of it…! Ooh, yes, I think we can definitely help here…! I promise I can completely transform your bedroom experience, or your money back!”

Her dark eyes glittered with a gypsy promise.

“Well then, sailor girl… Would you like me to get started?”


Part Two

Smiling like the Devil who snuck into church, Becca continued.

"You wouldn't want me to take advantage of you now, would you?"

“We shall see, sweet thing, who gets to take advantage of whom…!” Isabeaux laughed throatily. “For I shall have you know I was drinking hardened scallywags under the table when you were in swaddling clothes!”

Smiling at the woman's boldness, Becca stood and moved to a chair.

"Now, now. It wouldn't be exciting if I just fell down with my legs open would it?"

Dragging the chair to the middle of the room, the beautiful kunochi motioned to it.

“I have that effect on pretty young girls,” the mariner rasped. “They seem to fall flat on their backs for me, with their legs in the air…!”

She chuckled throatily in anticipation.

“Or shall you make me try harder?”

"I have other plans for you."

Watching as the gorgeous woman moved to the chair, Becca smiled.

"Now, I have a little routine I'd like to try on you before I dance at the Red Lantern."

“The Lantern, aye? I have a season ticket in the front row, sweet thing…!”

Seeing that this interests Izzy, she leaned forward so that she was cheek-to-cheek, whispering with hot breath.

"I would be ever so grateful if you would attend my debut."

Kissing her ear lobe and running her tongue across Izzy's cheek, Becca moved to stand.

“Oh, now… that’s just… naughty…!” The sea wench flushed with anticipation, eyes wide and appraising. She sat, crossing her legs, her jacket top complaining as she moved. But when Izzy reached for her, Becca playfully slapped the hands away. "Now, now. No dessert before dinner!"

“Oh, how am I to know if this is to my tastes if I cannot sample the wares?” the older woman giggled, insatiably. The teasing seemed to be turning her on immeasurably, and she squirmed in her chair, unable to sit still.

Becca closed her eyes and imagined a song playing in her head. Her hips began to gyrate while her right hand spiralled upward, and the left moved from the middle of her breasts down to below her waist. Small, little breaths escaped her perfect lips as she licked them. Moving her head down slowly as she looked at Izzy, she turned and began the rest of her little striptease… Dancing for her was far more than making a crowd feel aroused…. She wanted everyone who looked upon her to feel like they were making love with her, and how aroused these imaginary lovers made her feel….

Isabeaux looked enraptured. Her eyes dilated, her full lips parted, her breath coming in ragged little gasps. She seemed to be a literally captive audience.

Moving back to Izzy, Becca put her right leg between the older woman’s, forcing her legs open. Spreading them wide, Becca turned around to place her tight little derriere on Izzy's lap, and began to gyrate…

“Oh…! How dare you, you little… strumpet…!” Izzy husks, handed yearning, reaching up to touch her… only to be denied with a playful slap, for now.

Now very turned on herself, Becca turned to straddle Isabeaux. Leaning back so that Izzy had a perfect look of her firm body, Becca began to buck as she gyrated. She began to get very damp herself, rising up to pull the pirate woman close, and kissing her with her tongue probing deeply…

“I daresay I am staining your chair,” Izzy rasped sensually. “I’m afraid you’re getting me… quite… moist…!”

The kunoichi was surprised at how fierce was Isabeaux’s reply - mouth hot and carnivorous, devouring, tongue pushing insistently, probing and pushing past her teeth.

Pulling back with a smile, the kunochi warned her: "Rough Seas ahead, captain. Are you sure you want to continue sail in?"

“Shipwreck ahead,” Izzy snorted like an animal. “No survivors…!”


Part Three

Becca literally ripped her own shirt wide open, exposing her breasts. Kissing Isabeaux, Becca moved towards her neck like a vampiress.

"Oh, I'm so fucking hot right now. You've got my blood up!"

Izzy looked at her like she was on fire. Her eyes seemed as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets when Becca revealed her prizewinners, astonished by how round and perfect they were.

“My body’s burning for you…!” she hissed, like a cat, and it took only the merest stretch for her own jacket buttons to finally give way, unleashing her own baubles, full and ripe and firm.

The strong arms pulled the younger woman to her, but Becca’s own grasp was no less eager, her kiss no less hungry. Brown hands mauled her breasts, squeezing the firm, pliant flesh. Her own hands ploughed through Isabeaux’s melons, leaving white marks where her fingers squeezed hard.

Ravenously, Izzy’s mouth clamped on Becca’s, tongue driving insistently, pushing apart her teeth and probing the soft flesh. Her hands slid down her back, squeezing her buttocks. Furiously, she tore off whatever garments remained, as Becca’s own hands wrenched down her trouser-suit with an urgency that tore the fabric. She wore nothing beneath, her body shaved and smooth. The older woman’s nostril’s flared, her eyes imperious. Becca’s gaze blazed back, defiant. Isabeaux left wet marks now where her mouth kissed across the girl’s perfect face, before closing hungrily down on her lips, cutting off her breath.

“Ahhhhh!” Isabeaux gasped as Becca savoured the kiss for a moment, then flipped them over, smiling down in a moment’s exultant triumph before lowering her head to bite at her new target, the older woman’s heavy breasts. She hissed as she felt the girl’s heated lips and sharp teeth on her succulent flesh. Becca suckled at the dark nipples, leaving small welts where her teeth kneaded the flesh.

Isabeaux squirmed and bucked beneath her, finally succeeding in flipping her over, her strong hand on her hair, pulling her back. She smiled in victory, eyes flashing, and playfully bit at Becca’s own high, full teats, closing her lips about her nipple and sucking hard. Becca’s head was thrown back in a silent scream. The older woman’s strong hands delved deeply between her legs, fingers squirming uninvited down past her pussy lips. One hand held her down, while the other went to her own mouth, whorishly tasting the girl’s juices.

“First blood, sweet thing…!” she heaved.

“I… have not yet begun… to fight…!” Becca hissed, springing up like a tiger, eyes aflame. She pushed the heavier woman back, unexpected in her ferocity, and the duellist was taken aback. They went down together in a tangle of limbs. Regaining her balance, Isabeaux slammed her partner’s back down onto the carpet, momentarily winding her. Her heavy breasts flattened against Becca’s pert ones.

“Surrender!”

“Never!” came the hissed reply.

Isabeaux plunged her hand down again, firmly spreading the slim girl’s thighs, leaving her legs parted and vulnerable for her hungry lips. She fell on her pussy as a raptor on squirming prey, nipping and licking ferociously. Becca whimpered, heaving her chest as she arched her back. Her hands ran through Izzy’s tumbling gypsy locks, ripping off her headscarf. The older woman’s mouth devoured her fragrant sex, licking up her seam before delving deeper, worming her tongue deep down into her pink wetness. Her lip stud tickled her sensitive parts as Isabeaux ate her ravenously. Becca shrieked in pleasure, the first of her orgasms tearing through her. Her hips bucked and writhed, squirming beneath her conqueror’s grasp. The duellist draw back her head with satisfaction, mouth stained with sticky juices.

“You’re gushing like a burst pipe, sweet thing!” she crowed. “See what effect I have upon you…!”

She stood, lifting one leg daintily, and placing it upon the couch. She dragged the girl to a kneeling position, hand upon her hair.

“Eat me,” she whispered, her voice feral, full of animal passion.

“I’ll take you… however I want you…!” Becca yelped, suddenly springing to her feet, falling against the other woman, mouth licking at her neck. Off-balance, they fell against the dresser, sending it tumbling aside, flower vase and all. In their struggling, their efforts to molest the other, a painting was pushed from its moorings and crashed upon the floor.

“Oh, we’re wrecking the place!” Izzy chortled, surprising herself with the intensity of it all.

“I’ll take it out of your hide,” Becca hissed, suddenly yanking the woman’s arm behind her back. She half-dragged her in an armlock across to the upended divan, bending her across it, her full backside upturned.

“Stop it!” Izzy laughed.

“Make me,” Becca hissed, holding her in place with one arm while delving her face up between the cleft of her buttocks. She licked her damp secret place, moving her other arm around so she could slide one middle finger – deeply and ungently – up her puckered cleft. Izzy shrieked at the intrusion, but stiffened at the soft and skilled mouth devouring her pussy.

“Oh! Stop that…! You.. Ohhhh…. Becca….!”

“Say my name!” Becca hissed, twisting her finger, as she drew back her face momentarily. “Say it!!!”

“Oh, Becca, darling…! Lick me…! Kiss my pussy…”

“You want it, slut!” Becca hissed, returning her lips to delving inside her folds, pink and pouting compared to the milk-chocolate of her skin. Izzy’s yelps and shrieks split the air, body tensed and quivering. Becca ate her out mercilessly, until the older woman’s knees weakened, and she collapsed, falling forward, gasping. As she lay there, helpless, Becca licked the slit of her buttocks, biting her ass once for good measure.

“Tell me you want me…!” she hissed. “Say that you’re a wanton slut…!”

“I’m… a wanton.. slut…!” Izzy breathed, picking herself up as Becca lay back. Her dark hair shook out in a halo about her perfect face. She elegantly lifted her leg, parting her thighs invitingly, showing her slick little slit.

Breathing hard, Izzy reached up and grabbed an unlit candle, feeling its length and thickness before nodding decisively. “It shall do…!”

She reached down and inserted it within her sex, twisting the wax thickness to bury it deeper. Grunting with satisfaction, she withdraw it, and then pushed the lubricated end into Becca’s waiting valentine.

“Such a pretty little mimsy, all pink and pouting when it’s stretched…!” Izzy chuckled darkly. “Does that feel good, sweet thing? Come here….!”

She pulled the girl to her, impaling her own pussy on the other end of the candle. They strained together, staring into one another’s eyes.

“Fuck me,” Becca demanded, through gritted teeth. Izzy pushed, driving the candle deeper up them both as their hips strained together. The ribbed surface pushed up her vitals, and the girl yowled at the pressure that built in her, triggering another round of spasms and quivers.

“Oh gods, I…!”

“Joder, bonita cosa!” Isabeaux hissed in her own language. “Follar mi coño, puta! Te gusta, ¿te? ¿Te gusta que, gruesa y dividir su apretado coño poco labios...!”

They strained together, arms locked, pelvis to pelvis, fused hip to hip. Izzy bit at her neck as her own orgasms tore through her body. Becca threw her head back, hair flicking in her lover’s face as she felt blissful pleasures stab through her, rising in her belly and bursting forth, soaking her thighs, spattering them both with musky juices. Shuddering, they lay in each other’s arms, a halo of white light in her head. Her vision cleared, as they both surveyed the carnage.

Izzy could not help but laugh at the destruction they had wrought.

“God’s balls, sweet thing!” she giggled. “The first casualty of lust is your interior decorations…!”

Becca lay in her arms, her blood on fire, soaked with their come. For the merest moment, she almost even felt… satisfied. But that would pass, and she would need it again…


Part Four

Later, after a marathon of sex that would put most people into an early grave, she lay on her stomach as she looked at the beautiful older woman. The curve of her body was perfect; years of training kept her lean and hard. Smiling at the pirate, Becca leaned forward to kiss her.

Izzy threw her head back and laughed, deep and throaty.

“Oh, gods…! That was like… losing my virginity all over again!” she chuckled. “Sweet oceans, I needed that! I’m not even sure… I’ve ever had sex like that…!”

She breathed in deeply, her ample chest rising and falling.

“I’m not sure I have ever enjoyed the like, sweet thing…!”

"You were amazing, Izzy. You are most welcome in this bed...anytime."

“We aim to please…! I shall send you the bill in the morning!” she smiled.

A strong brown arm entwined Rebecca and drew her close. The mariner’s body felt warm and welcoming, her unique musky scent almost overpowering, all sweat and sex. Up close, she could see the small blemishes in the mariner’s skin, the tiny lines of old scars and childhood illness. For some unfathomable reason, these only serve to make her more lovely – a life lived hard and to the full, with no compromise. A body that told a tale. The muscles were still strong, the flesh pliant and firm to her touch. Becca kissed down each of her myriad tattoos, the map of images that covered her skin almost in entirety.

And the duellist’s soft lips now caressed her body more tenderly – her fingers searching to gently explore in the afterglow.

“You’re… exquisite…!” she cooed. “Perfect…! Like someone dreamed you into being… And that maddened, animal drive! I’ve only met one who moved me in such a way…!”

Her arms pull the kunoichi close, so the full lips could mould against Rebecca’s.

“I shall tell Heaven I need their angel a little longer…. Or should I call the Devil and tell him that his succubus is going to be occupied for a while?” she chuckled.

Becca ran her fingers down her lover’s body.

"If I asked you a favor..." she says looking at the woman "...would you do it for me?"

“Mmmmmmm…..! Ooh, anything!” she purred languidly. “But preferably something decadent and filthy, involving whipped cream!”

"You know I'm working for Ladyhawke. But I have yet to meet her. I was wondering," she said as her hand moved down between Isabeaux's legs. "...if you would invite her to come to the Red Lantern too. That way I can hang out with both of you afterwards."

“Ohhh!! Now that’s… just deliciously decadent! MariBelle… Oh…! She’s… not like anyone else. She loves very deeply, very passionately… So strong, but so very fragile…!”

Izzy sighs. “She’ll fall head over heels for you, sweet thing. And you’ll break her heart. But I simply cannot deny you, can I?”

She smiled sadly. “I think I would do just about anything to see you again… I… I know we cannot be together, but… But I want you again. I felt… a connection… Like the blood in my veins was on fire… Like I was alive again…”

As they begin to pleasure each other once more, Becca added: "Oh...and bring your friend. You know, 'The Girl'," she said, exaggerating the accents marks with her fingers.

“Cara Mia?” Izzy replied gently. Her deep, dark eyes look pained for the briefest moment. “You know… we were an item once? A year or so ago? She left me. I still love her quite a bit.”

Becca smiled, kissing her some more. "Oh I promise to behave. Well, for now at least…"

“Just thinking about you two, and MariBelle, in a bed together… I think I may have died and gone to heaven. Or, you know, the other place. Whichever has the prettiest girls in it…”

“Besides, it's not like I'm going to challenge Alianore in the middle of the Red Lantern." Smiling like the cat who just got the cream, Becca flipped onto her back, giving Izzy a full view of her naked body. "And not on my debut of all things!"

“Maybe you should challenge her?” the duellist chuckled. “There are other sports than dancing…! She might be up to the challenge! And we would all be winners…”

“You’re insatiable! I like that…” Becca smiled.

“Sex is better when it’s passionate,” Izzy mused languidly. “When you’re in love. Or with someone you hate.”

“You’re absolutely filthy!”

“Well…” Isabeaux licked her pouting, bee-stung lips. “We can do something about that, can’t we? You see, I am an expert at baths as well as beds…!”


Some hours later, they lay in each other’s arms in the bath, the scented water and red lilies strewn liberally all over the tiled floor.

“Sorry. I’m dreadfully messy…!” Izzy laughed, pulling the kunoichi down on top of her.

“I forgive you,” Becca husked, reaching up to pull her head down to kiss her.

“You still haven’t told me…?” Izzy chuckled.

“Told you what?” Becca smirked.

“Why you’re here…? Why you sauntered into the Hold and turned my life upside down?”

Izzy laughed. “Or is it some secret ninja thing?”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you?” Becca laughed.

“Something like that!” the mariner laughed. “Or you could try, sweet thing… I’m still a devil on the battlefield, as well as in the sack!”

“Or the bath,” the younger girl grinned.

“Quite…! So… what brings you to our sad, war-torn little burgh, then? Whatever it is, mayhap I could help?”


Part Five

From the diary of Captain Isabeaux Locke:

“There is never a good time, precisely, to meet the child you abandoned almost twenty years past.

However, the absolute worst time to meet her must be when you’re already four fingers deep up to the knuckle in her pussy.

Talk about awkward family reunions.”



Rolling over to look at the curvaceous woman, Becca smiled. "Trust me. You've been...marvellous therapy thus far!"

Kissing her on the neck, Becca pulled the sheets aside and made to stand. "As for your little white fluffy friend, I think not. The only thing I want with her is her pelt." Laughing evilly for a second, she turns to Izzy. "I wonder how a pair of seal-skin boots would look with my outfit."

“Pelt…? Am I missing something? Or do you just have a very strange sense of humour, sweet thing?” Izzy frowned.

“You… don’t know what she is?” Becca queried, narrowing her eyes.

“Um… gusset-wettingly sexy?” Izzy offered.

Becca grimaced. “Please. That put an image in my mind that I definitely don’t want…!”

Izzy laughed.

“In answer to your question, yes, I think you’d look _great_ in just the boots!” she laughed.

Becca shrugged. “Besides, I know her type. No Discipline. No Loyalty. And no idea of what it is to be a part of something bigger."

Moving around the bed, she continued. "Girls like her really do grow on trees."

Izzy sighed.

“Oh, I wish that were so. But it’s not, sweet thing. Girls like you two really are astonishingly rare…”

Becca grimaced again. A comely face and tight little body were not a real evidence of anyone’s worth.

Looking down at the devastation of her furniture, she turns to Izzy and raises an eyebrow. "Well, I'm sure Varric would not approve. After all, I used his money to buy my furniture."

“Oh, he’s good for it! He’ll just fiddle the books and his taxation returns, add a few noughts on the end of his expenses!”

Laughing she carefully walked amongst the broken shards of her vase. Reaching down to the fallen jewellery box, she picked it up and moved back to the bed. Under the covers next to Izzy, she rearranged the pillows to sit herself up.

"I came here, to this Isle, to find out who my parents were." she said, playing with the lid of the box. Seeing the look on Izzy's face, she smiled. "Oh don't be sad for me. I had a wonderful life growing up. I had a family I loved, my sisters… purpose and direction. My mistress Psyche ensured that I had the best training."

Thinking on it for a moment, she smiled. "I suppose that I had a better upbringing than most."

“Psy –“ Isabeaux paused suddenly, furrowing her brows.

The world just felt a little bit smaller.

"However, there is a saying amongst my people,” Becca continued. “One cannot move forward into their future without understanding their past. And that has been the reason of my Journey. I've been trying to decipher the riddle of my past."

“Truth to tell, sweet thing, most of us would be happier forgetting ours! We all had a chat after Leandra died – not a happy tale among us…”

Opening the box, Rebecca pulled forth the necklace she received from her mentor. Handing to the beautiful woman, Becca pointed to the name… ‘Naishe’.

"So far this is the only clue I have. I can't imagine I would have been led to this if it were not my mother’s. As to the riddle of my father...well, it's still a mystery."

Becca pulled her in close and placed Izzy's head upon her chest. "Varric is trying to aid me with this. We met when I first arrived here. He is quite funny and makes me laugh."

But Izzy was not listening, merely staring at the gaudy jewellery with saucer-like eyes.

“But this is my…!”

Her eyes widen.

“Oh shit,” she breathed softly. She was not usually given to expletives.

She stared at the kunoichi with a shocked expression.

“You’re… Little Anoushka?” she whispered. She did some mental calculations.

“Seventeen… eighteen? But you should still be in the Viridian Isles, you’re…”

She looked pale and sat down.

“Oh shit,” she repeated quietly.

She looked up and smiled weakly.

“Could we just… rewind that last few minutes? Pretend we didn’t say anything? Because I think we both know I would make a far better bedmate for you than a mother….”


Part Six

Becca looked stunned. Laying back down, she pulled the covers over her head. Under the bedsheets, Izzy could hear the young kunochi speak.

"I'm going to need sooo much therapy now!"

Her quick wit was a way to disarm the chaos that was spinning through her mind.

"Gods...I slept with..."

Pulling the pillow, she placed that on top of her head as well. "… the best lay of my young life... turns out to be my mother!?!?”

Izzy comforted her awkwardly.

“Well, if you want to look at it that way, sweet thing… I’m not really your mother. Except… biologically…”

“Except biologically…?” Becca said crossly. “What other way is there to be?”

“Well, I didn’t raise you as my own… I don’t see you as my own flesh and blood…”

She leaned forward to hug her, to comfort her, but Becca pulled away, instinctively. The mariner looked hurt.

“Izzy, I…! Look, I… I need some time to…. process this, okay?” she pleaded.


The duellist sat quietly on the bed, peculiarly calm.

“A- all right… I suppose… you should know…” she said gently. She looked at the girl with yearning, but kept her distance as requested.

“What… happened?” she sighed. “I was in my mid-twenties. I had been out on my own for a few years by then, building my reputation and my legend. Mostly smuggling, a little people-trafficking. No slaves or anything distasteful. The Chaos Merchants have their own carriers anyway, they don’t work through the cartels.”

She sighed, recalling a time long past.

“I was in New Hope, running contraband to the Viridian Isles. This was after the Liberation, quite an exciting time to be there. There was… an altercation in an expensive bar, a case of mistaken identity as it turned out. But a man came to my aid… We fought back to back, and he kept this… marvellous patter up throughout! He was a few years my junior, a hell of a swordsman, like he didn’t really take it seriously, even with our lives on the line. And he was… beautiful. Like you,” she husks gently.

“He was a notorious rake, I found out later. The kind of man who could take a girl’s virginity just by looking at her. But heh, that ship had sailed for me, sweet thing. But I was quite entranced. He was a… a ragged tomcat, all faded finery and cocksure swagger. We… connected. I told him I had to sail on the next evening tide, and so began a… a most wonderful whirlwind courtship. Twenty four hours of pure romance. He told me later he liked to have more time, but we didn’t have long, so… so he put his all into this day of pure passion. Men don’t generally tend to woo the way that women do. They think ‘wanna fuck, darlin’?’ is all the encouragement we need…”

“I hear that,” Becca nodded, imperceptibly.

“What followed was… unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was like… well, it was like… last night…” she blushed slightly.

She sighed, her gaze far-away. “I never did see him again, but I would never forget him. Ships that pass in the night, I know, but… But the memory of it lingers. Another important scar.”

She is quiet for some time.

“At times, I… I heard of him. Crossed paths with his legend, if not the man himself… And then recently, I heard… I heard… he died…”

She looks wistful. “Not sure I believe it, still. Cats have nine lives, don’t they? I’m sure he can’t have used them all up…”

She looks over to the girl.

“I was halfway to the Viridian Isles when I was taken ill. Turns out it wasn’t sickness at all. That one time in all the excitement, I didn’t take my zouf. That single time.”

She sighs. “By the time I pulled into Ryukyu, I was in quite a state. You see, I… I didn’t want children. I… I didn’t think I would make much of a mother. I was afraid I would turn out like mine, I suppose. I mean, I’d never sell my children into slavery like she did, of course! But… you know. Worthless, windswept, irresponsible, rootless gypsy wench. That is no life for a child.”

“What did you do?” Becca’s mouth felt dry.

“I… I changed my mind a dozen times. I eventually decided to give the child to a church orphanage when it was born. The priest there was a former smuggler, he owed me and he was a decent fellow. It wouldn’t be a wealthy life, but the child would get an education and a solid foundation. It was… better than traipsing around someone like me, life on board ship, from port to port, lover to lover...”

She sighed. “Then, as my deals were concluded, an old friend contacted me, out of the blue. Psyche, of course, with whom I had shared a bed and some adventures a year or two past. I… I told her what had happened, and she made me an offer. In retrospect, it was rather too convenient she showed up when she did…”

“She has a habit of knowing things, yes,” Becca nodded.

“She said she would be a girl, and she would raise my child as one of her own agents. That she would have discipline, stability, excellence, focus. That she would care for her as if she were her own. She said the girl would have… good blood, as she called it. She would get an education unlike any other, initiation into secrets long forgotten by most men.”

“I… did,” Becca nodded.

Izzy looked at the hands in her lap, eyes welling with tears.

“It made sense, but… But when she was – I mean, when you were born… I had nursed her for a week or so in Psyche’s care. She came to take her from me, to give her to a wet-nurse among her staff…”

Becca nodded. “She was a sylvan… One of the cat-women. Of a kind that it always giving milk.”

“I… I gave her –you – a name… ‘Anoushka’. I… it was so hard, to let go… But I knew that wasn’t fair. I knew Psyche could give her the life that I never could. Opportunities that I could never offer.”

She was quiet for a time.

“Did you never return?” Becca prompted gently.

“Once,” Isabeaux breathed. “She was – you were… seven or eight. A decade past, now. I went to Ryukyu, Psyche set it up as a day out. I watched from afar. She was with an older girl, a teenager – “

“Natsuno,” Becca smiled, remembering.

“She seemed so… confident and certain, even at that young age. Fascinated by everything around her…”

“That was my first time away from the Mountain of Mists,” the girl smiled sadly. “A treat. We didn’t usually leave the Sanctuary until we came of age. But she wanted to show us the wider world, in preparation for that time.”

Izzy smiled awkwardly. “I… wanted to speak with her… with you. But Psyche convinced me it was for the best I did not. I think she was concerned it would… affect your focus, somehow. I suppose she knew you would be disappointed… Seeing someone like me. They were your family, now. She made a point of instilling a fierce loyalty at an early age, that your focus was your sisters and those who raised you. I knew Takashi of old. I knew she would raise you well.”

She blinked slowly.

“Psyche said… that when you were of age, you could seek me out if you wished it. I… I had made some vague plans to see you when you came of age. Maybe. But I kept putting it off. What would I say? What would you say? It would be unfair of me to demand a relationship where none existed. You weren’t ‘Anoushka’ or whatever. You were a young woman with your own identity and purpose. I didn’t have a part to play in that. And I was hardly a source of much pride, was I? In my forties, still stumbling from one misadventure to another, to one bed to another… You were used to Psyche, to Takashi. Next to them, I would be a crushing disappointment.”

She brushed dark stray locks from her eyes.

“My… lineage, sweet thing? I don’t know. I’m a Banjara Romani, ethnically. Navarran culturally. I grew up in Rivain. My mother was… a con-artist, a swindler. She sold love philtres and fake gypsy charms. She taught me to steal and beg, to give men the eye. And when I was a teenager, she sold me to a pirate captain, Eluis Locke, for a handful of gold…”

She frowned.

“He didn’t beat me. That’s about the best thing I can say about him. My mother had called me ‘Naishe’, but he gave me his surname… called me ‘Isabeaux’. He said he wanted a classy bride, something Arlasian, not some ‘gypsy tart’. I hated him. But I would bide my time. He had a lot of enemies. A man named Zeveran Arainai, one of the Antivan Crows, took a job to execute him. He became my lover, and together we hatched a plot to slay him. It was all… very Antivan, really…! We parted on good terms, and now I had his ship and some money. And that was where we came in, I think.”

“Did you ever see your mother again?”

“No. Nor did I really want to. She didn’t care about me. I was afraid that would be in my blood, that I would only ruin my child’s life. Now you know why I gave you away.”

“I understand.” Becca’s tone was quiet, thoughtful.

“As regards your father, I… He’s more legend than man. I only learned his name later. I think the world’s too small a cage to hold him. I do not think we shall ever see his like again.”

Her voice is soft.

“But you don’t really need any of us. I think that’s what Psyche was trying to teach, maybe. She always loved her lessons and parables. And being mysterious. Why didn’t she just tell you who I was?” she sighed. “I think she’d be laughing at how badly we mishandled this…”

She sniffs sadly.

“I’m…. sorry…” she murmured. Then frowned.

“No, actually, I’m not. I’m not sorry I had you. You’re… very remarkable, and even though all I ever gave you were my genes, I’m still proud of that. And I’m not sorry I gave you to Psyche. She’s helped you become something powerful and worthy. Given you focus and discipline. If you’d have stayed with me, you’d probably have half a dozen kids and a drug habit by now.”

She looked warily at the younger woman.

“And… I’m not sorry about tonight. As crazy as that sounds. You’re… not really my daughter. Not in the ways that matter. I wish it could have been otherwise, but it wasn’t meant to be. I… I really like you, Rebecca. I… want to see you again. If you’ll let me. I know it’s kind of… unusual. So if you don’t want anything to do with me, I understand perfectly. But that’s how I feel. I just wanted you to know.”


(Writer’s notes: I gave the player plenty of clues, I really did! But he’s a DA fan and was adamant at bedding Isabeaux! He should have known I pull stunts like this when I’m GMing…!)
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Apparently, I remember this differently than you my Welsh friend.  :P 

I do, definitely remember Becca wanting to bed Izzy.  Just don't remember *any* hints that it was her mother.  lol.  It reminds me of how your npcs always accuse Valmont of sleeping with the Handmaiden of Death.  This, of course, is now the running joke at every introduction when someone brings it up.  But it does make the poor guy want to scream "It was just a kiss!".  Although to be fair, the Prince of Cats has a lot to answer for...though he cant take credit for bedding Raven.

A shame we stopped Becca....but of course, her rival drove me to the point where I wanted to actually travel to the UK to kill her player.  lol.

Still a great bit of roleplaying and even better writing on your end. 

RS