Rain pounded the harsh slopes of the Crag Peak mountains the wind moaning as it swept through the valleys and ravines. Lightning broke the darkness of the night sky, dancing amongst the clouds to the rhythm of the thunder. Huddled in solitary cave Alasharaza, a dark elf and a sorceress of some repute, sat gathering small stones together in a pile. With a small smile on her face she began to gather the strands of magick around her, and with a twist of will the stones began to heat up, turning a bright red and giving off as much heat as a fire. With another twist of will the light began to flicker and dance, as a ghost flame formed above the stones. She smiled at her work and nodded, it would keep her warm and dry through the night without making any smoke to irritate her lungs. Satisfied she undid the clasp of her thick, furr lined cloak, and held it in front of her sighing. Like the rest of her, it was soaked through. "Oh well." She thought, sending a wave of warmth through it, drying it instantly "That's what magicks for." 

    Spreading her cloak out on the bare rock floor of the cave (fur lining up of course) she proceeded to kick off her shoes and step into the soft fur. Her blueberry toned skin stood in stark relief to the light gray fur of her cloak as she wriggled her delicate toes in it, sighing in pleasure. It had been a long hike and her feet were very sore. Smiling to herself she reached up and undid the 3 cleverly hidden clasps to her powder blue robe and let it slide off of her as well. She quickly dried it and folded it neatly, putting it on her backpack. The wind chose that moment to whistle into the cave, sending a shiver down her spine. Alasharaza just smiled as she felt the wind caress her flesh, it felt good, almost like the hand of a lover late at night.  With that thought in her mind she formed a spell and felt a wave of warmth slide along her skin, drying her completely from the tip of her toes to the end of her long, pink tinged hair. 

    Now dry, and wearing only her undergarments, Ala sat down and opened her pack, pulling out her hairbrush and spell book. A small spell made her grimoir float in the air, opening to her last page of study. Smiling, Ala began to brush out her hair, being sure to get out every tangle earned in her long journey, the rain at least had cleansed her hair of the dirt from the trails leading here. Her spell book, however, did little to distract her busy mind. She was alone, and the worsening weather was sure to keep any local predators in their own lairs, and travelers in the Crag Peaks were extremely rare. Her thoughts turned to from her spells to more exciting things. She could feel herself becoming aroused as she began to think of her last night in town, and the blonde amazon warrior that had shared her bed. 

    "Oh yes, that had been nice." Ala thought to herself. The amazons body had been lithe, her breasts large, her nipples so stiff, and that tongue...Ala let out a sigh as she let her hands wander down her front, to the top of her small, round breasts, her fingernails barely grazing her sensitive skin. The flickering of the firelight and it's warmth awakened a hunger in Ala that had been growing ever since she had realized that this night was hers and hers alone. Almost purring she undid the ties holding her brassier on, and let it fall to the floor. The cold made her baby blue nipples harden, and Ala sighed softly as she let her fingertips caress them slowly. She fantasized about her previous lovers, all human or bright elves, the feel of them, the taste of them. She remembered how her nipples had fascinated the redheaded huntress, sucking and teasing them endlessly, and how her tongue had felt buried in her dripping sex. Her own hands had been slowly making their way downward towards her crotch, and she moaned as her fingertips crossed the folds of her sex, even with the silk of her panties in the way her caress had sent bolts of pleasure along her nerves. Hurriedly, she peeled her panties off, they were wet with her juices, and her scent now reached her nostrils, sweet and musky all at once. Ala looked down her body, her eyes half closed as she let her fingers slide through the curly white hair of her bush (shaved away from her folds and trimmed into a small line just above her sex) to part the light blue folds of her netherlips, watching the way they glistened in the flickering glow of the magefire. Tracing the inner crevasse of her womanhood it felt as if her fingers would catch fire, her lust had made her that hot. Her fingernail grazed her clit making Ala's toes curl, digging furrows in the fur of her makeshift blanket. Her other hand continued to caress her pert breasts gently, slowly, pleasure dancing through her body recklessly. 

    Her breath was coming in quick pants now as her excitement rose, the musky scent of her arousal flooded the small cavern. She could feel the blood pumping through her veins like a mighty river as she continued to massage her clit with her fingertips, ever so gently, the fingers on her other hand tugging on her nipples roughly. A long, drawn out moan escaped her lips and was immediately drowned out by the sound of thunder outside as a small orgasm washed away all of her senses and carried her for a brief moment into total bliss. But one small one would not be enough for her, oh no, as Ala slid her fingers down her cunt, feeling the heat as it seemed to leak pure sexual fire, and pressed one finger slowly into her eager, tight entrance. The muscles of her vagina tugged and pulled at her finger, she needed it in deeper, and she shoved her finger as deep inside as she could. Moaning and writhing as she felt her snatch tighten around the welcome intruder she starting pumping her digit in and out of herself, rubbing her clit with the palm of her hand as she did so, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. 
    
    She could feel the pressure of another orgasm slowly building with her slow, steady strokes.  She smiled and thought back to one of the few male lovers she had had, his rough hands, his soft, sweaty smell, and his cock, how it had felt inside her, her pace quickened as she remembered the animalistic, rough way he had taken her, his grunts and hungry kisses. For a Paladin he had been remarkably skilled in the bedroom. Ala moaned as she slid another finger into her tight twat, he had filled her sex with his manhood 3 times that night. Ala panted, writhing in the fur of her cloak like a serpent in death throws as another orgasm over took her, this one stronger then the last, the waves of pleasure beat against her consciousness ceaselessly as she rode them out. A graze of her fingernail against her clit made her spasm just as her climax was abating, and she rubbed furiously at her clit as she screamed in pure joy, lost to another powerful climax. 

    When the pleasure subsided Ala took her hands from her sex and brought her dripping fingers up to her face.  She licked slowly at her love juice, still aroused, and loving the taste of herself, just like when she would kiss her lovers after they had finished lapping at her juicy cunt, the taste of pleasure, the scent of it, was so heady and intoxicating. Smiling she licked her fingers clean, then let her fingernails graze across her body lazily, hr lust sated, for now. But something was wrong, the cave had gotten cold, even with her magefire she shivered. Searching for an answer her thoughts were interrupted by a deep, rumbling male voice "You put on quite a show young lady. But why do you intrude on my domain?" Ala quickly realized the source of the voice, and the cold, as the back wall of the cave vanished, and she stared in terror at the long, sinuous body, covered in white glistening scales, of a dragon. "Oh shit..." was her last thought before losing consciousness.