Crying Pass – KinkQuest.org

Crying Pass cuts a path between the mountains that line the northeastern corridor of Sub Dominae Territory. The Pass is starkly beautiful, carved out of sheer rock, dotted with deep, wandering caves that twist their way beneath the peaks, but it’s not the natural beauty that draws travelers from the four corners of Kinktasia to visit the Pass. The residents of the Pass are a unique community, a village of Genasi who occupy the cave systems, offspring of mortals and elemental spirits from distant plains. Legend has it that the Genasi have unusual powers, which they are willing to share with visitors for an even more unusual price. Descended from air spirits, elemental power comes almost thoughtlessly to them, and it is said that they can grant many wishes, but in return they require mortal tears. Cruel and beautiful, they have many ways of drawing sobs from their willing victims. It is said that once a Genasi has collected their fee in a delicate crystal vial and granted the requisite wish, the traveler who accepted the deal is never quite the same.

Her eyes were dark and curiously empty, devoid of any sympathy or compassion. Her hair moved in a breeze that the BreadMaker could not see. Her skin and hair were tinted a delicate shade of blue. She was cruel and beautiful and he worshiped her before she even spoke to him. In fact, he spent the first hour in what passed for a tavern here just gazing at her while she ignored him. He watched with envy as she eviscerated one of her brethren in some pointless argument. As he continued to watch her, he became increasingly certain that only she could grant his wish. When she moved to leave the tavern, he did the only thing he knew how to do and threw himself at her perfect feet. He almost forgot the words, he was so flustered. “A boon Madam, I – I would ask a boon in return for my mortal sorrows.” She’d been sweeping peremptorily toward the door, but she paused, cool curiosity in her eyes. “You would weep for me?” She placed one tiny shoe, blissfully sharp at the heel into the tender flesh at his shoulder, pressing ever so lightly, only a tease. The Breadmaker lowered his head, unable to bear her beauty as she towered over him like this. “For a thousand years, Madam.” She rocked her foot back and forth, taking in his reaction as she shifted a touch more weight onto the shoe. “Perhaps you’ll do.” She held out her hand and a ball of air swirled and crackled above her skin, spinning into existence one of the fabled crystal bottles where the Genasi were said to keep their tears. She caught the bottle neatly, never taking her shoe off of the Breadmaker’s shoulder. Now she pressed harder, and he could already feel tears of pleasure, pain and release gathering in his eyes. “First, you’ll have to tell me your wish, mortal.” Holding perfectly still, to keep from displeasing her, the Breadmaker answered simply. “I wish only to please you, madam.” Her lips curving into a wicked smile, the Genasi lifted her foot from the Breadmaker’s shoulder and stepped lightly onto his bare back with both feet. “Yes, you’ll do nicely, I think.” The other Genasi in the tavern watched in indifferent curiosity as the first tears began to flow.