Mithrell Kendermore sat herself on a
rock overlooking the beautiful waterfall that guarded the subterranean gate to
Menzoberranzan; she barely heard the presence of the black-robed guard
following her. "Addy, are we almost there?"
"Yes, m'Lady," came the
swift reply as he kneeled next to her. The black robes caught the setting sun's
light in a strange way, making the cloak seem to be made of water as he pointed
with his quarterstaff towards the glittering waters of the waterfall.
"Through that curtain of spring water lays the city."
"Wonderful. Let us camp here
tonight, that way we may enter the city bright and early, throw the citizens
into confusion." She laughed softly as she shed herself of the kender
battle armor, setting it aside as Adamante Necronis began preparing the base
for a fire. She let her long red hair flow as he withdrew a copper wand and
muttered "pyros." The little pile of sticks exploded instantly in a
bright, cheery flame, and he set aside his quarterstaff as he removes his
robes. He cast the cloak over the branch to a nearby oak tree and began setting
up the bedrolls.
"M’Lady, what would you like for
supper? We have some trail mix, some beans, or I could go out and kill a deer
for you." His eagerness always made her smile for some reason. It was if
he was a lap dog that only wanted to make her happy, and she never let him
down.
She reached into the travel pack and
pulled out a can of cherries. "I think a deer would be nice... I can
prepare a very nice meal with these." She began pondering what she would
be able to make as he raced off with his throwing daggers, to hunt. He was gone
over an hour, and the sun was almost completely set when he came back with the
carcass of a deer slung over his shoulders, He laid it down and, within
minutes, had the backstrap and the flanks cut and ready for cooking. She smiled
at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek as she took the meat, and began frying
it in the cast-iron pan. He busied himself with collecting more firewood, and
she could sense his eyes looking over her.
When the meal was finished, Adaman
washed the pan and put the rest of the implements away as Mithrell reclined
against the oak tree. When he came back, she smiled. "That was a wonderful
deer, Adam... I cannot imagine how you caught it."
"It was easy, m'Lady... tracking
and being good with daggers gave her to me. But I could not have made anything
like that with it. You are a true genius with the pan, as well as with the
blade." He smiled and, slipping to one knee, took her hand in his and
kissed it lightly. "Thank you, m'Lady."
"You are very welcome, my
protector." She smiled and suddenly winced, her hand automatically
reaching for her right shoulder. Answering Adam's questioning gaze, she said,
"It’s nothing. Just a twinge, it will be right as rain in the
morning."
"No, m'Lady.. We can take care of
it now." He pushed her gently forward and slipped behind her, laying his
hands upon her shoulders. He began massaging the muscles with a soft hand, and
pulled her gently to recline upon him as his hands worked. Her sighs rang in
his ears like a crystal chime, and he doubled his efforts, his fingers
traveling from the base of her skull across the sweep of her shoulders. His
hands moved with incredibly grace, moving not only on her back, but across her
clavicles as well, massaging the knots from her upper chest as his breath warmed
her ear. Mithrell just went limp in his grasp, her head rolling back onto his
chest as his fingers worked her gently. She kisses the underside of his chin,
then whispered softly, "lower."
His fingers swept lower, to the line
of her tunic. She giggled softly as his fingers swept the sensitive flesh, and
her voice became a little louder, but still barely above a whisper. "Lower
still." Her gasp rang out gently as his fingers, chilled by the night air,
found their way into the soft valley between her breasts. He pulled his hands
out immediately, and she looked up at him. Her smile told him all was well, and
he let his fingers return. She could tell he had never done it before, for his
hands were untried, exploring, and a little rough. But she didn't seem to mind
rough. Her back arched a little as his fingers massaged her breasts, then up
the valley before sweeping down their curves directly. She smiled softly, her
eyes glazing over in pleasure as his hands worked her there. She could feel,
she thought, his hardness against her back as his hands pulled from her shirt,
then slipped beneath it again from the back. She felt his hands sweep her
sides, then cup her breasts again. Squeezing them, rolling them in his grasp,
much like a child with a new toy. She smiled softly at being such a novelty,
and then closed her eyes, stifling a gasp as his fingers found her nipples. He
squeezed them gently between his middle and index fingers, and continued
playing with her breasts as she rocked softly against him.
He let his hands sweep lower, to her
leather pants, and she did not have a will to resist. She felt his fingers
undoing the bindings of the trousers, then the warmth of his lips surrounding
her earlobe as he slid them from her legs. He stood up and circled her, the
outline of his manhood evident in the tight black silk pants he wore. She
moaned softly, her fingers grasping his hair as his tongue made the first
contact with her naked sex. Her back arched as he took her clit into his mouth,
suckling on it as his tongue flickered across it. Her head thrashed from side
to side as his fingers slipped inside her, pumping in and out and making
delicious slurping noises. His fingers hooked inside her, and she cried out as
he bit upon her burning nubbin gently. He didn't seem to care, only moving
faster as her body quivered in delight. A third finger entered her, and his
entire hand began to rotate within her as his tongue thrashed her clit, sending
her body into overdrive. Her hands grasped his hair and pulled him hard, almost
trying to take him inside her as he legs locked around his head. She threw her
head back and screamed, startling nearby birds as he climax took her, ripping
through her body like the wind. He held her close to him as her spasms
subsided, and she felt his arms lifting her, placing her on the bedroll, before
her eyes drifted into slumber. His lips pressed against her cheek, and she
could smell the faint odor of her arousal upon his face before she slipped into
slumber, sensing his eyes upon her, watching her for the first shift of the
night.
As they rose from their camp outside
of the waterfall entrance to Menzoberranzan, Mithrell watched her guard pick up
the bedrolls and snuff out the last of the fire. She smiled at the thorough way
he did things, and absently smoothed her cloak over her belly. As he finished,
she turned to regard the waterfall. "How much further do you think it is,
Addy?" she asked, never having been to the drow city before.
"About an hours walk,
m'Lady." His voice was sure, confident. She remembered him telling her of
one such trip through the Underdark tunnels, and about the creatures that
waited in the wings. She was not worried, though - his quarterstaff was enough
to send most predators running in fright. And, she thought with a smile, those
it did not scare away made excellent eating. He retrieved the iron frying pan
and hooked it to the pack, then motioned for her to follow him towards the
entrance.
They walked through the waterfall,
which split open in a curtain of shimmering white to allow them passage. Mithrell
admired the way the enchantment whispered to her as they walked through, then
turned as the waterfall closed again, the surface an impenetrable sheet of
water. The tunnels were dimly lit by torches staggered through the caves, and
Adamante led the way with a long and easy stride. She walked after him,
matching him step for step, the only sound being their footfalls on the carved
rock floors. She opened her mouth to say something, Adamante stopped short. He
knelt down to a plant in the rock, and motioned her close. "Drow
sentry," he said, pointing to the delicate flower.
Mithrell stifled a laugh. "What
is it supposed to do, smell good?" She giggled and patted him on the
shoulder, then strode past. Before Adamante could speak another word, he was
slammed in the head by a leafy vine, sending him face-first into the stone
wall. She turned as she heard the sickening crunch, then screamed. Instantly,
vines whipped from the tiny flower to encircle her hands and feet, then lifted
her from the ground. She struggled in midair as the plant pulled her taut,
rendering her motionless. Two more vines snaked out from the crevice in the
rock, ending in vicious looking claws. She opened her mouth to scream, and instantly
another vine wrapped around her mouth, stifling the gasp. Trembling, she waited
for the worst, then hears a ripping noise.
She felt lighter, freer... she looked
down to see the plant had torn her clothing to shreds. She shook her head, not
understanding what would make a plant do something like that. She watched,
then, as the little flower grew and blossomed, three vines extending from it.
She saw that these vines were not like the others, this time ending in purple
ends and dripping sticky sweet nectar. They snaked towards her writhing form,
and she felt the vine around her mouth loosen and slip free.
She still did not understand what was
happening, even as the vine around her mouth snaked down her back, then towards
her front. She felt the plant encircle both her breasts in a figure eight, then
draw tight. Her breathing quickened, and she moaned as the end of the vine
split in two , then began flicking her nipples back and forth. One of the
purple-tipped tentacles lifted before her eyes, then suddenly slipped past her
lips and into her mouth. She tasted honey-sweet nectar on its tip as it
remained enveloped in her mouth, the end of the vine drooling the substance as
her breasts continued to be manipulated. Then, her eyes widened in sudden realization
as her legs were spread.
She fought against it futilely as she
was spread before the plant, the other two violet-tipped vines snaking towards
her. She groaned as she tried to squirm away, then screamed deep in her throat
as the first entered her. She felt her insides being coated in cool nectar, and
immediately felt a tingling in the walls of her sex. Knowing there was a third
there, she only moaned as it entered her from behind, spreading her tight
nether hole into accepting its length. Then all was still. There she was, bound
hand and foot by four deep green vines, a lighter vine encircling, squeezing
her breasts and flicking her nipples, and three cock-vines in her mouth and
nether holes. Then, it started moving.
The tingling in her sex soon began to
fill her ass, and she moaned louder as all three began thrusting in and out of
her. She drank deeply of the nectar in her mouth as the pace quickened, and
another vine began tickling and stroking her clit. She bucked and writhed
against the penetration, her body undulating in lust as she lost track of time,
of her senses, became unaware of anything but the fullness inside her. She was
dimly aware of her surroundings, but not enough to protest as she was
penetrated deeper and deeper by the vines.
She felt her peak coming close, and
she moved harder against the penetration. The pace became furious, a maddened
frenzy of pleasure as she was slammed again and again by the plant, her body
screaming for release. The vine in her mouth pulled out, and she screamed in
ecstasy as she came, her body thrashing, her muscles squeezing the vines inside
her. She felt the plant reach climax as well, feeling her insides being bathed
in a cool sticky fluid, and felt the same being sprayed on her heaving breasts,
an odd orange color. She slumped forwards, the vines the only things holding
her up. Dimly, she was aware of the plant retreating back into its crevice, the
color changed from white to red.
A minute later, Adamante came to. He
shook his head, looked over at Mithrell, and gasped. He ran over to her,
cradled her in his arms, and whispered, his voice filled with dread. "Did
the plant take you?" Her weak nod and the smile across her lips was all he
needed to know. "M'Lady, that plant's nectar is poison... we need to get it
out of you now." She did not comprehend his words, the delicious warmth
flooding her belly and moving higher. She suddenly moaned, her hands grasping
his head as he climbed between her thighs.
She felt his tongue licking her, his
fingers penetrating her where only moments before she had been taken by the
mysterious flower. His motions were swift, thorough, and she felt her muscles
once again contracting under the pleasure. His hands spread her thighs, then
his fingers slipped past her nether lips and into her channel. She felt his
fingers hooking and scraping her walls as he continues tonguing her, stopping
briefly to spit out the fluids. He was thorough, and she hovered in the brink
of orgasm as he cleaned her.
She felt herself flipped over, and
raised to her knees. She clawed at the stone as his tongue drove into her ass,
sucking and licking all around her hole. She screamed in ecstasy as his fingers
continued stroking and rubbing her clitoris, the climax taking her body over
again. She screamed his name, and sparkled lights sprang to life above them
both as he kneeled behind her, his tongue deep inside her ass, his fingers upon
her sex. She collapsed onto the stone floor as the tremors left her, and she
dimly felt his arms lifting her and cradling her as he sat against the wall.
When she came to again, she was fully
dressed once more. He sat there watching her, a look of worry on his face. When
she smiled at him, he sighed in satisfaction and rose. "That was very
dangerous, m'Lady.. .Drow are not fond of overly aggressive women, hence this
sentry... that is why I was trying to stay in front of you and I tried to warn
you." She looked down, and his words became softer, more soothing.
"Please, be more careful, m'Lady."
"As you wish, Addy." She
looked up to see his smile, and could not help but grin as she rose. The warmth
was gone from her now, replaced with a soft glow of a woman satisfied. She
followed him through the tunnels towards Menzo, thinking silently that she
should bring one of those plants home with her...
The streets of Menzoberranzan were
busy as usual with drow, merchants peddling funguses, weapons, and other
pottery and wares. The early market hustle and bustle parted for the two
kender, speaking in hushed voices. They were curious about the colors of the
female's battle armor, and the jingling of the bells covering it. They were
only slightly less intrigued by the male cloaked in black following her,
wielding a quarterstaff of polished walnut. Nobody barred their way as they
went into the Black Dragon Inn, located just one block from the gates to the
castle.
The drow behind a counter, scowling,
looked at the two entering his establishment. In a very tense voice, dripping
with malice, he spoke in elven to the security personnel flanking the door. The
two elves, large for their race, moved in, but were cut short by a feminine
voice. She spoke the tongue as well as if she had been raised by them, ordering
the two not to lay a finger upon her. She looked up at the innkeeper, and spoke
in flawless drow. "I am Mithrell Kendermore, and I will be staying in this
hotel."
The clerk looked at her in surprise a
moment, then reclined in his chair in an easy position, of one used to being in
power. He spoke easily, with an accent that indicated him a distant relative of
the House of Do'Urden. "And how exactly do you plan to pay for this?"
At this, the black robed guard trailing her, apparently also easy with the
tongue, stepped forward. He brought forth a small satchel of black velvet and
handed it to Mithrell. She took it and turned it upside down, revealing a
king's ransom in platinum doubloons. Mithrell giggled as she almost saw the
pieces reflected in the greedy owner's eyes.
"I assure you, lord innkeeper,
that we have enough to pay for this." He stammered to the bellboy, who ran
forward wearing the typical gaudy uniform of red and yellow, with twin rows of
brass buttons running down the chest. He guided them to the best room in the
inn, at the very back. He threw open the doors of carved mahogany doors, and
ushered them inside. Mithrell smiled at the room. It was very spacious, almost
like being in a mansion of their own. A stove sat in the corner, and an oaken
table sat in the middle of the room, large enough for a dozen people to sit
comfortably around. Adamante turned to the bellboy, his black robes flowing,
and bowed him out. As he closed the doors, Mithrell flopped down on the bed.
Adamante set to preparing lunch as Mithrell
polished her battle armor, humming softly to herself. Almost an hour had
passed, and she did not notice until the enticing aroma of jasmine-scent
candles filled her senses. She looked up to see Adamante smiling, dressed in
dress robes of black. He bowed to her and pulled her chair out for her to seat.
She gave him a peck on the cheek before sitting, and watched him sit next to
her. They talked as they ate the remaining venison from last night's kill,
speaking of the looks on the faces of the populace at seeing such a bright and
cheery kender enter their stronghold.
As they finished, Mithrell reclined in
her chair as Adamante took care of the dishes. When he returned, he tripped and
fell against the table, which shook one of the candles loose. It fell to the
edge of the table with a soft thud, and Mithrell gasped as a droplet of wax hit
her bare calf. Adamante looked up to apologize, and noticed something about
her... a quickening of her breath and a flush adorning her skin. He smiled to
himself as he set the candle back up and lit it again, also lighting a third
candle smelling of cinnamon. He pushed the candles aside and looked to her,
watching her peel the cooling wax from her flesh. She looked into his eyes, and
blushed furiously at what she saw there.
He left her alone for a while, while
he washed the dishes. She played absently with the wax she peeled from her
skin, humming to herself, and did not notice Adamante sneaking up behind her.
She did not feel him slip beneath the table and attach lengths of silken rope
to the legs. She only noticed when suddenly he grabbed her neck, putting a
paralyzing nerve pinch on her shoulder. She stood limp, unable to react, as he
placed her on the tabletop and bound her hand and foot to the legs of the
table. When sensation finally returned, she pulled at the bonds, then slumped
back as she realized that she would not be able to break them. She watched him
walk around the table, observing her heightened breathing and the crimson her
face and neck were turning. He draw a long knife from his belt, and she
shivered with it touched her belly.
She felt the tip slide up her body,
drawing a thin line of blood while at the same time it tore through her travel
tunic. A quick motion to either shoulder, and he laid open the front of it to
his eyes. He pulled at the material, and it slipped form her body with ease. He
grinned evilly as he did the same to her legs, sliding the dagger first down
the outside of her left leg then up the outside of her right. He reached
between her thighs, pinching her sex roughly before yanking the cut leather
from her. She lay nude on the table before him, her bright violet eyes watching
him, her breathing rapid and shallow, her chest, neck, and face flushed with
desire. She watched him as he jumped onto the table, and kneel between her
legs. "Don't say a word, m'Lady, or I will leave you like this for the
drow to find and use as they wish."
She knew what the dark elves liked
doing with bound and helpless females... she clamped her mouth shut and nodded.
He smiled and lowered his face to her sex, breathing cool air on her heated
flesh. She watched him reach into his belt and pull a vicious-looking dagger
from a concealed scabbard. He slammed the dagger flat against the table, and
she heard the metal snap as she flinched. He held up the dagger once more, the
blade gone from it, and now holding a polished handle of maple wood. She felt
him trail the cold metal pommel, rounded to make it easy to hold, down the
valley of her breasts, across her tight belly. She moaned softly when it
touched her sex, then shivered as she felt it move lower still. She lifted her
hips at his unspoken command, and nodded bleakly as he pressed it against her
rosebud, then pushed inside.
Just as the plant had done in the
tunnel to the city, she felt her ass being penetrated roughly. She moaned in
pleasure as she felt the cross guard press against the flesh of her curvaceous
rear end. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily at the sensation, and cried
out suddenly as she felt another item being pushed into her sex. She looked to
see the handle of a bullwhip being forced into her, Adamante's eyes upon hers,
a crazed lust filling them. She quaked as it filled her, until the knotted end
pressed against her cervix.
He wound the trailing end of the whip
around her hips and thighs, binding it inside her in a harness-style rope lock
inside her. She watched him leave her then, go behind her, leave her alone with
her trickling sex, her pleasantly stretched ass, and her own heat before she
saw a length of silk being drawn over her eyes. She closed them as it was tied
behind her head, binding her eyes shut. She heard rustling around her, and she
shivered in anticipation, then silence. Suddenly, she screamed.
A sizzling drop of wax dripped from
the candle in Adamante's hand onto the exposed curve of her left breast. She
moaned, her flesh burning pleasantly, and she cried out again as another drop
hit her right. Soon, she was moaning, jumping slightly each time a new drop hit
her mounds of flesh. She felt the skin being drawn tight under the shrinking
wax, making her nipples agonizingly hard. She silently prayed he would not find
them, but another voice inside her was telling her that she would like it.
After a moment, the drops stopped, and she felt his breath warm her ear.
"m'Lady, do try to remain quiet..."
She gulped and nodded, bracing
herself. She bit her lip, drawing blood, as the first bolt of pain lanced
through both nipples simultaneously, the wax dribbling in swift drops onto the
rosy nubbins. She slackened in her bonds as the wax cooled, tightening her
nipples in an exotic soft clamp. He sighed softly in pleasure as he regarded
his work, then she felt his shadow looming over her. She could smell his cock
inches from her as wax trailed lightly down her front. She quivered in both
anticipation and fear as he stopped just short of her mound.
Another short pause, and she felt the
cold touch of steel to her pubis. He whispered, 'don't move," before
drawing the razor-sharp blade across her mound. The lush curls that grew there
fell away as he groomed her there, starting with the fleshy mound before moving
down. She felt her sex moisten, adding lubrication to the blades as it pulled
down the right side of her, leaving the flesh there chilled and very smooth.
She bit her lip as it drew up the left side. An agonizingly delicate breath of
air upon her, and the last curls were swept away.
He felt his hands undoing the whip and
pull it from her, then set it aside. She whispered softly, "no, please...
don't..." He smiled as he knelt between her legs, the begging half-heard,
drowned out in the lust for him to continue. He took the hood of her clit and
drew it up with two fingers, exposing the sensitive nub. She screamed loudly,
unable to help herself, as the first drops hit the flesh. A minute passed, wax
hitting at swift intervals on and around the burning nubbin of her desire,
before he finally stopped. She felt it begin to swell as the wax cooled,
locking it in place. She was dimly aware of him releasing the hood back to
cover it, and she heard him blow out the candles.
His weight was released from her, and
he looked deeply into her blindfolded eyes. He smiled as he reached down,
placing the length of his manhood against the opening of her sex. She moaned,
her hips bucking upwards as he slid home, claiming her body in one long stroke.
He began to thrust in her slowly, then with building speed as she thrashed her
head from side to side in ecstasy.
She soon realized, in one sudden burst
of thought, why he had encased her clit in wax. The combination of the lust of
his rigid cock filing her again and again, combined with the lack of sensation
to her clitoris was driving her insane. She bucked hard against his thrusts,
trying to stimulate herself as he thrust in and out of her. Her motions swiftly
became desperate, rolling her hips around, stretching the ropes, her voice
quietly pleading with him to fuck her harder, the sensations combining in an
agonizingly pleasurable wave through her.
She felt him reach underneath her,
grabbing the length of blade still protruding from the dagger hilt in her ass.
He soon began thrusting into her with the same speed and power both above, in
her sex, and below in her nether hole. She bucked and writhed, he climax coming
slowly. She suddenly cried out in pleasure, the wax now dripping on her breasts
once more. The drops quickened as she whimpered, and when she finally reached
her climax, the wax was running in a steady stream across her breasts. She saw
light flashing even through the blindfold as the orgasm ripped through her
body, and heard him cry out in amazement and ecstasy, slamming into her hard
one last time before unloading his thick white cum inside her.
They lay entwined for several minutes,
feeling him soften and finally slip from her sex. He pulled the dagger hilt out
and cast it aside, then slipped from atop her to the side of the table. He
smiled as he drew the blindfold from her eyes, looking into them. What he saw
reflected in the wide violet orbs was lust and satisfaction, and she mouthed a
silent thanks to him as she moaned softly, relaxing in her bondage. She jumped
as his fingers broke the cast of her clit, pulling the two pieces of wax from
beneath the protective hood, and smiled as he carefully set them aside. She
hummed patiently as he swept her breasts clean of the stops and streams of wax,
and smiled more broadly as he carefully removed the casts of her nipples and
set them aside.
As he finally released the ropes from
her arms and legs, she sat up and kissed him gently upon the lips, then slid
from the table to dress. Not another word was spoken as Adamante set aside the
pieces of wax, then began preparing supper. She reclined in the bed, nude
still, her body still quivering in the aftershocks of pleasure, and wondering
what she could do to him to punish him for taking her... to punish him, and to
thank him.
It had been a week since Adamante and Mithrell
left the subterranean depths of Menzoberranzan. They were walking along the
well-worn trail towards the town of
Mithrell sighed, her gaze dropping
down. It was three days before the St. Valentieus celebration, and she had
several things she wanted to tell him. She bit her lip, closing her eyes a
moment, before returning her eyes to his. “If you must, Addy, then I release
you. Please, though, don’t be gone more than three days. I will miss you.”
A glint stole into Adamante’s eyes,
and he bowed his head as well before Mithrell could catch it, his voice somber
and heavy. “As you wish, m’Lady, so it shall be done.” He took a knee before
her and kissed her hand, then turned west and sprinted off into the trees. She
watched him go, a slight shiver passing through her. The shiver stopped
abruptly as her gaze dropped to his well-formed backside, an instant before he
vanished into a gully. Her hands fingered the twin elven short swords absently
before she continued upon the path to Waterdeep.
She checked into a room at the Rushing
River Inn, occasionally looking behind her, half-expecting to see her
black-robed guard standing behind her. At long last, she checked into her room.
She ran her fingers over the mahogany table, her gaze lingering over the
candles. She shivered as she remembered that night in Menzo, and she clenched
her thighs together at the fond memory. She ran her fingers unconsciously over
her curves, remembering his hands... shaking her head, she climbed into bed.
She turned the storm lamp down and laid back, her eyes staring unseeing at the
wooden rafters. She closed the bright violet orbs, her fingers traveling down
her beautiful form. In her mind she saw him, leaning over her, his breath
warming her lips. His fingers became hers, traveling over her shoulders, down
her collarbone. She gasped, a soft moan leaving her lips as her fingers found
the aching nubs of her nipples. She squeezed and caressed them, just as he had
done, before letting the digits flow over the perfectly rounded orbs, and lower
still. She stiffened, her back arching as her fingers found the glistening
petals of her woman’s flower. She bit her lip, a tremor flowing through her, as
she caressed the sensitive lips, her fingers tracing their soft folds, smelling
her own desire leak from them. Her breathing became swifter, more hoarse, as
she let her fingers travel up to the pearl of her desire, stroking it gently.
She imagined him torturing her there,
his fingers agonizingly light over the swollen pip, his lips inches from hers,
his body so close. She whispered his name softly, and a cry rent from the very
depths of pleasure burst from her lips as she slowly slid two fingers inside
her channel. Her hips bucked as she started moving them back and forth, her
thumb on her nub of pleasure, her nipples hard to aching, breath fast and
desperate. Faster and faster she moved, until her hand was a blur, her only
thought upon him and her aching need.
With stifled breath, growl of lust,
and arching back, her peak took her over. She shuddered for long moments
afterwards, her entire frame quaking with the aftershocks of her climax. She
lifted her fingers to her lips, tasting of herself, and reached up to her
cheek. She brushed a tear from her eye as she settled finally, sleep taking her
as she wished he would.
The next day passed without incident.
She rose, dressed, and went down to the marketplace. She perused through
various wands, staves, weapons, and jewelry, before she finally settled. He
will love this, she thought as she purchased a carved ebony quarterstaff, the
top carved with the head of a dragon, the bottom ending in a sharp blade of
steel, acid etched to form the dragon’s tail. She paid the 50 gold pieces for
it, and took it back up to her room. She ate a light supper of ale, bread,
cheese, and fresh fruit, then settled in for a long evening rest.
She arose the next day to the sounds
of beating drums, clashing cymbals, and laughter. She dressed and walked to the
balcony, and watched the opening festivities to the St. Valentieus celebration.
She sighed softly as she did not see Adamante, and she went down to join in the
fun. The day transpired a little sadly for Mithrell, taking her part in dancing
with several amorous young males, all of whom she turned down, and sitting and
watching. At sunset, she went back to the inn, reminding herself that he had
business to take care of, and that she should not have expected him to return
so soon. She walked back up to her room, noticing the lingering glances people
gave to her as she walked, and the smiles on their faces. She opened the door
and stepped inside.
Waiting for her there was Adamante
Necronis. He was dressed in flowing dress robes of navy blue, a polished oak
quarterstaff in his hand. All around him were roses of yellow, crimson, and
black, with lilies, lavender, baby’s breath, and tulips scattered in. On the table
were two candles of plated silver, their tips glowing with the light of two
sprites captured for that sole purpose. The meal set there was exquisite: pasta
with a rich cream sauce, topped with oysters, shrimp, and scallops. Her eyes
looked to the wine bottle... an elven wine dated well over five centuries
previous, with two hand-cut crystal chalices, both bearing the rune of eternity
Mithrell saw so often on the weapons of her guard.
He rose and took a knee before Mithrell.
“m’Lady, forgive me for being late. My business took me longer than I thought
it would, and I promise to be back as per your commands the next time such an
event should separate us.” There was a long moment of silence, and Adamante
looked up to see her eyes brimming with tears, her lips moving but no words
coming out. He rose and smiled, kissing her upon the lips gently, before
guiding her to the table. A box that she did not notice there before was
sitting before her plate, and his hand motioned over to her to open it. She
unwound the intricate ribbon of crimson velvet and slowly pulled the two halves
of the box apart. Her gasp of surprise rent the air as she pulled out a
colorful wand, tied with bright streamers of crimson and silver. She swiftly
cast Identify on the rod, and almost screamed when she found out what it was: a
Wand of Wonder. She stared at him, dumbfounded, before she managed to stammer
out a thank you. She reached behind her and pulled out the quarterstaff she
purchased for him. He took it and smiled to her, his own eyes brimming with
tears of happiness. He motioned her to the table and pulled out a seat for her.
She took the proffered chair, and waited for him to sit.
They ate in silence,
volumes being shared between their eyes. He smiled at her, and she blushed before
gazing deep into his storm-grey orbs. Long moments of silence, never tense but
always sharing, passed between them as they ate. When they finished, Adamante
stood and took Mithrell by the hand, then waved his hand before taking her in
his arms. Soft music began to play at his command, and they danced, a slow and
caring dance, her head resting on his shoulder as they slowly revolved. She was
soothed by the deep rumble of his voice, a soft murmur in her ears, though she
heard every word. “Mithrell, since the day that you took me under your wing I
have cared for you. More than a servant to their charge, but as a friend, and
as more.” She looked into his eyes, eternal caring and understanding in her
gaze as he continued. “What I am going to say is going to sound very strange,
and maybe frightening, but I can no longer keep it inside.” She bit her lip,
her cheeks flushing. “I love you, Mithrell Kendermore. Whatever fate brought us
together, I am thankful for every day. With my role as your protector, I can
keep you safe from any harm. I can always be here for you if you need me, and I
will never leave you.”
Tears brimmed at her
eyes as she stopped, her hands taking his. “I know, Addy... by St. Cuthbert, I
know. I have seen the way you protect me... as hard as your namesake. There is
more than money driving you to me... and I know it for a fact. I love you too,
Adamante Necronis. More than words can say.” Their faces hovered inches away
from one another, caring and devotion mirrored in each others eyes. Their lips
met, and between the two, a kiss was shared so passionate it could make doves
weep with joy.
As the kiss lingered,
the two fell back onto the bed, covered with crimson satin sheets and black
rose petals. He pulled away, and slowly began shedding his over-robes. Her
fingers found the fastenings to her tunic, and she undid them without thought,
their eyes locked upon one another. She only dimly noted the fresh scarring
upon the left side of his chest, a rune of protection nestled between their two
names. He stepped out of his pants as she slid hers to the floor, and she
welcomed the comforting presence of his body atop hers as they slid back onto
the bed.
By the light of a
rosewood and oak fire blazing in the fireplace, their lips met again, and a cry
of joy and fulfillment escaped Mithrell’s lips as they became one. Her back
arched under his, pressing more firmly to his frame as the kiss grew more
sensual. Their lips parted, tongues meeting and slowly intertwining as they
made love. Sweat glistened from both of their bodies as they moved as one
entity, the motions hypnotic, sensual, and loving. There was no wild abandon,
no desperate headlong rush to climax. All that existed were them. No inn, no
town, no world. Just an endless void in which existed only Mithrell Kendermore
and Adamante Necronis. From their love a new life would spring forth. From
their caring could it be sustained.
Time seemed to
stretch into eternity as they were lost in the pleasure. Mithrell’s back
arched, and she broke from the kiss to moan softly in pleasure. Her entire
being seemed to concentrate, and then explode outwards in a white sheen of pure
sensual delight. She could feel him stiffen, then shudder in pleasure, his
warmth coating her insides in a pearly sheen of essence. She wrapped her arms
around him, pulling herself up to press against him, and together they lay
locked until they both quieted. With one last lingering kiss, they slipped off
into slumber, the fire slowly dying away to ash, a new fire burning in their
hearts, fueled be desire and caring eternally between them.
Mithrell awoke to find her guardian
sitting over her bed, watching her sleep. She was not conscious of her nudity
as she peeled back the covers, and only at his sudden lack of speech and coordination
did she realize that her maddeningly beautiful curves were apparent to the
morning sun, and to his easily embarrassed eyes. She laughed as she threw over
herself a white shift, then covered that with a deep black cloak. His uniform
was, as always, black silk combat robes and a deep brown quarterstaff, matching
his eye color. He knelt before her, and she tousled his hair as she passed,
beckoning him to follow her out of the room. He tossed a small pouch of coins
to the innkeeper as she passed, and she walked out of the inn and into the
village.
She asked him if he desired to take a
quick detour to the mountain retreat, and his reply, same as always, rang in
her ears: "As m'Lady wishes." She turned from the inn to a path
leading out of town, through a forest and up the side of a gracious mountain.
As she walked, she made small talk
with him: ideas for a new cloak, how families were, whether or not he had ever
done anything more than try on clothes in a tailor's boutique. She sensed his
blush even though she was before him, and his cowl is pulled over his face, and
she laughed as her feet clicked against the stones of the dirt path. He replied
that he had not, though if he had the right inspiration he would like to try a
fitting of his very own. Mithrell laughed again, and continued on to her
destination.
At the foot of the mountain two
bandits dressed in flaming crimson tunics and pants, with bandannas over their
faces, brandished swords at her and her guard, threatening her in an odd mix of
Basic and Orc... leading them to seriously doubt their intelligence. Her guard
immediately stepped forward, his voice a hiss of challenge as the quarterstaff
spun lightning fast in the morning light. Both creatures sprang at him, and
before she could think to assist her guard, the three was locked in combat.
The bandits seemed to know each other
well as they strove to hack him into itty bitty bite-sized pieces. But the
warrior is not so easily swayed, catching the blades on staff and spinning them
away without thought, his motions lithe as water and lethal as a scorpion’s
sting. Suddenly, he cried out in rage. He pressed the assault, first disarming
both with a twist of the staff, then unleashing a flurry of blows upon them
both. As the cowards turned to try and run, he charged after them, and tripped
them with the oaken staff. Before then could react, the staff impaled them both
in a less than comfortable place... straight up the ass. He grinned evilly as
he spun the staff, sending the two bandits flying in opposite directions over
the cliffs that lined the path. He wiped clean the wood and beckoned her ahead.
The rest of the trip passed without
incident as she walked up the mountain. Finally, as she approached the door of
the chalet, she stopped and waited for him to open the door. He swiftly
followed her unspoken command, and she could feel his eyes upon her form as she
climbed the stairs into the spacious home. As the afternoon passed away she sat
and talked, having him fetch various items and watching him perform the tasks
dutifully, the sweat-soaked clothes clinging to his skin. Finally, she
suggested a spar. She motioned to the two elven short swords crossed above the
mantle, and he readily agreed to her having them both against his staff. Her
grin is evil as she proposed one final rule to the spar... no clothes allowed.
She could see his throat tighten as his cheeks flushed crimson, but he readily
agreed nonetheless.
She striped her shift off first,
allowing her cloak to cover herself, though barely, as his eyes watched her.
The twin points of her hardening nipples showed clearly through the black
velvet, and the part in front showed the soft folds and smooth flesh of her
sex. She saw a stirring in his black combat pants as he first striped himself
of his shirt. A little bit round, but nonetheless pleasing to the eye. Then his
pants... she had seen him nude before, but never in this state. His skin showed
clear and unblemished, lightly muscled. And something else that surprised
her... not a strand of hair adorning his entire body. He sensed her questioning
gaze and replied that it is easier to move when body hair is not caught up in
clothing. He assumed a guards stance: right foot before the left, shoulders
angled towards her, staff held at his hip in an overhand-underhand grip... his
skin flushed as his cock stood almost straight out from him.
She assumed an elven stance, low to
the ground, blades held defensively, one high, and one low. She knew he did not
see the blades, only the soft curves of her full chest, the delicious mounds of
flesh moving with her breath. She decided to rectify the situation by striking
at his torso. He quickly responded by spinning on his foot, catching the blade
and throwing it to the side before striking at her flank. She parried the blow,
and the fight began.
His arousal only increased as he
watched her body flow with the grace of a spring rain, parrying each blow
without effort and striking at him with speed. As the fight dragged on, she
became more aggressive, forcing him back. She knew she was the better skilled
of them both, and she decided it was appropriate to prove it to him again. She
pressed the attack, and watched him stumble. Seeing her window of opportunity,
she knocked the staff high and slipped behind him, dropping one sword and
lifting his chin behind him, pressing the blade to his throat. He did not move,
his breathing slightly quickened. "What will you do with me now,
m'Lady?" he breathed. She feel his body quiver by the calf that spread his
legs, the hard nipples that pressed against his back.
"I fancy a bit of swordplay,
love," she snickered as the hand that held his head trailed lower, to his
hardened cock. She heard him gasp as she took it's hard length in her hand. She
stroked it, enjoying the way he gulped and moaned softly, letting her fingers
pinch the violet head hard once in a while, to make sure he was still alive.
His hands drooped to the knee that rested just underneath his cock, and he
began rubbing her thigh and calf gently, his cock throbbing with his heartbeat
under her fingers. She released her hold, then pushed him as her leg locked
around his, forcing him to bend over at the waist, to catch himself on the
table. She slip beneath him and watch his cock a moment, then took it into her
mouth. He moaned loudly, enough to startle some birds on the windowsill. He
whimpered like a child as her lips stroked around his member, feeling it swell
and shiver between her lips. Her fingers find his ass, and she begin kneading
it with long fingernails as her head bobbed up and down the length of his
shaft. She slipped two fingers into his ass, knowing he would never resist her,
and he did not disappoint, moaning as his hips pressed against the invading
fingers.
She fingered him slowly as she sucked
his cock, and suddenly took him all into her mouth. Moaning, she vibrated her
throat around the sensitive head of his cock, and she was swiftly rewarded with
his generously flowing seed. His hips pumped, pushing the length of flesh into
her mouth as it shot it's molten seed in her throat, five spurts, six filling
her mouth. She smiled as she let his member slip from her lips, then looked up
at him as he looked down at her. She removed her fingers, and licked her lips
seductively as she spoke. "Your punishment for loosing..." she let
her fingers trail down her body, to her sex... smearing some of its juices on
her Venus mound, then flicked her clit with her index finger. He immediately
dropped to his knees, his tongue moving straight to the button of her desire,
his finger spreading the petals of her sex, probing and searching.
His licked her like he knew her body
better than she did. His tongue slipped beneath her clit's protective hood to
circle the hardening flesh, his fingers splitting inside her sex and pressing
up at her g-spot, making she cry out in pleasure. His fingers began pumping
within her, his pinkie finding her own nether hole and insinuating it's way
inside. Her hands grasped his head, her thighs clenching as he drank of her
fluids, then pressed both hands together. He growled in his desire as he split
his hands between the middle and ring fingers, then slowly he began to
penetrate her...the top fingers slipping inside her wet pussy, the lower
fingers, stretching and filling her tight ass. He fucked she with long slow
strokes with those fingers, his tongue and lips punishing her clit. She moaned
and panted, her hips bucking to the treatment. Soon she could not stand it
anymore, and begged to cum... Again, he followed her order, sucking her clit
hard as he spread his fingers inside her. Her scream of delight ripped through
the air, her hands digging into his scalp as her orgasm tore through her like a
wild boar, her entire body alight in sweet passionate heat, feeling him slow
and stop as her orgasm subsided.
As he slipped back up her body, she
feel his member pulsing gently against her thigh. She looked into his eyes,
very seriously, as she reached down and grasped him, then pulled him to a
sitting position. She faced towards him, and gently slid her sex over his
throbbing cock, enveloping him in one fluid motion, His hands grabbed her ass
and begin kneading it as she wrapped her legs around his back, and his lips and
tongue found her left nipple as he helped she slide up and down his member. The
pace quickened, to the tempo of her breathing, and his teeth pulled and twisted
her nipple, his fingers pinching her ass, lightly, but enough to send waves of
pleasure through her. He leaned forward and laid her upon her back, then
started driving in her anew, the new angle lifting her hips as he bored into
she. For several minutes, all that was heard was her ragged gasps, his grunts
of pleasure, and the slapping of her bodies together in a cadence of desire.
He pushed hard into her and lifted her
back to a sitting position, turning her around so she faced away from him. She
feel him pause, then lift her body as if it weighed nothing, withdrawing his
cock from her pussy and resting the head against the tight opening of her anus.
She moan softly, a sound of desire that told him to continue, and slowly she
feel her nether passage being opened, stretched by his member. As he slid fully
within her, as she slowly got accustomed to the sensation of being filled, she
feel another item pushing apart the lips of her sex, pushing inside her from
there. Looking down, she saw a smooth cock of polished ebony wood slowly
vanishing inside her moist grasping pussy.
Her shivers became uncontrollable as
he began rocking, pumping a couple inches of his cock in her ass as the
artificial invader began a motion all of it's own. The speed picked up, until
she could no longer contain herself. Her hair flying, her breasts bouncing, she
threw her head back and screamed as another, more powerful climax ripped her
body into shreds of pure fire. Her channels throbbed against their invaders,
and she was dimly aware of his cock swelling inside her, then jerking as it
sent it's offering of warm sticky seed into her rear, her insides being bathed
in a creamy white sheet. As she collapsed upon him, her breathing heavy, she
felt him lift her and carried her to her bed. She was just awake enough to
realize the sun was setting, and with a soft sigh of content she felt herself
emptied. She curled up, perfectly happy, as he slipped into the bed behind her,
his strong warmth cradling her close. He kissed her neck, and she drifted off
into slumber, the sound of his breathing comforting her.
After a day of exploring the mountain
and forests surrounding their chateau, Mithrell Kendermore and Adamante
Necronis, her black-robed guardian, made their way back to the cabin. He
watched warily at the sounds of the forest as they traveled a hidden path. She
giggled slightly at his paranoia, knowing she herself had spells of warding set
up around both of them that would prevent any sort if interference by the local
wildlife. As the cabin rose into view, she heard his voice murmur softly, then
the windows filled with the warm glow of firelight. He opened the door and let
her in, and soft warmth poured over them both as he shut the door, warding the
cold night air. She flopped into an overstuffed chair as he set about preparing
their spiced cider. "Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" she said,
giggling again. "I am not sure why wolves would choose to play with you,
though I must admit you look good in tattered robes." She could sense his
blush even though he was behind her and cowled.
"Fortunately for me, I know you
well enough to include a spare cloak in my travel bag." He picked up the
heavy black iron cauldron and set it over the flames, then turned to face her.
"You are most certainly a devious lady, but you will never find me
complaining."
She giggled and rose to standing. She
kissed him once, hotly, on the lips before turning away to face the chair once
more. "My shoulders are sore, Addy. Would you mind rubbing them for
me?" She squared her shoulders, her back once again to him. She swore she
could feel his breathing quicken and become more shallow even before the words
escaped her lips. She smiled, a slight flush creeping over her chest as his
hands encircled her. His fingers fumbled a moment on her intricate brooch, then
she relaxed a little as her crimson furs fell away to the floor. She heard his
soft moan as his eyes beheld her. The emerald green gown sparkling in the
firelight, cut to accentuate her already perfect curves, the cut low in the
back. She smiled a little wider as she felt his hands trembling on her
shoulders, rubbing the muscles gently. She reclined against him, letting his
hands take over.
He rubbed expertly there for long
moments, the only sound in the room being the soft crackle of the fire. He
moved a little lower, to begin massaging her collarbones, and she felt her body
rising in response, her chest rising and falling with her quickening breath.
She leaned further against him, and wiggled a little against his hips, making
sure he knew she felt his hardening manhood. She looked up to him and
whispered, a husky sound, sensual, able to madden his blood. "Lower."
He did not waste any time, his fingers bravely sweeping down further to the
curves of her breasts. She moaned softly as his fingers traversed the curves.
She noticed after a while, and with a bit of frustration, that he was avoiding
her rock-hard nipples. She looked up to him, about to speak, when she noticed a
malicious glint in his eye. She leaned her head against his chest as his
fingers cupped, squeezed, fondled, and worshipped her breasts, never touching
her nipples.
His hand shifted for a moment, and she
felt the straps of the dress slide off her shoulders, the silky material fell
to the floor, and she sighed heavily as he slipped around to her front. Her
breathing quickened as he looked into her eyes, then lowered his mouth to her
nipple. She cried out as his lips roughly seized the nubbin, and he began
attacking. His tongue lashed it, his lips pulled and twisted the pebble
hardness. Then suddenly, she screamed in ecstasy as he bit down. She dimly felt
his hands cup her rear in the haze she was in, and only noticed dimly that her
magic had summoned forth a bed. She opened her eyes, noticing that her
concentration was diverted at a crucial time in the casting of the spell, and
the sheets blazed striped black and pink. She giggled slightly before moaning
again, his attentions going to her other nipple. She gripped his head in her
hands, smothering him against her chest, as he worked that breast with no less
a fury.
When her nipples were so sensitive
that even his breath sent shock waves through her system, he rose and spread
her arms. He kissed her lips as he tied silk scarves to her arms, then snapped
his fingers. The bindings instantly pulled taut, becoming one with the corner
posts of the bed, and she smiled demurely as she tested them. "What do you
plan on doing now, m'Lord?" she teased, arching her back to further divert
his attention. He shook off the enchanting aura her lithe body instilled in
him, and instead did the same to her ankles, binding them before pulling them
tight and fastening them to the bottom posts. He stood and regarded her, nude,
spread-eagled, her sex open, pouting, and dripping wet. Her nipples were hard
and pink like pencil erasers, and her chest was heaving with her breath. She
almost seemed to beg as he stripped then, his body gleaming in the firelight. She
could see the outline of his hard cock, and she licked her lips at it's sight.
He knelt between her legs and
whispered something. She could not recognize it, but moaned as she felt
something trail up and down the length of her sex, drawing moisture from it.
Her moan soon became a gasp as she felt it press against the tight pucker of
her nether passage, and lifted her head as he rose his hand. In it was clutched
a green plug, shining with her juices. She quivered at it's sight, and she
licked her dry lips. "What do you plan on doing with that, m'Lord,"
she breathed, her hands flexing against the bonds.
His voice was low, dangerous, a sound
that sent shivers up her spine, and made her sex burn with yearning. "I am
going to take this and slowly, ever so slowly, force it into your tight ass. I
am going to fill you stretch you, make you beg for it before it locks itself
inside." She felt a hot rush through her body as her cheeks blazed
crimson, her body struggling against the bonds, her heat apparent to his eyes.
She felt the tip of the plug press against her and resisted for a moment, then
gave way before his insistence. Her tight hole began to fill, stretching
slowly, his eyes locked upon hers as his hand pressed ever closer, further
inside her body. She thought, dimly as the lust coursed through her, that she
would surely burst with it's size. She moaned when he stopped, her hole
stretched further than it had before, a deliciously painful sensation ripping
through her loins. When she sensed he was not going to move, she began babbling
deliriously.
"Please, m'Lord... fill me with
it, push it inside me, please..." her voice was high, needing,, wanting,
lustful. She screamed in pleasure as he slammed it hard beyond the final
barrier, the thin stem enclosed tightly by her tight ass. She saw him rise
between her legs, watched his heartbeat as it pulsed through the veins of his
throbbing cock, and quivered, her lips moving, no coherent sound forming as the
deep violet head brushed her sex. She soon began forming words, her hips
bucking against his. "I need it.. Please, m'Lord... give it to me....
please, touch me.." Her sex burning with want, a shiver coursing through
her body as she teetered so close.
A low growl assailed her ears. She
almost climaxed from the very words set forth... "Yes, m'Lady." She
lifted her head, a high wail of pleasure escaping her throat as his cock
slammed home inside her, burying its length within her in one solid thrust. She
moaned as he set a violently fast pace, his hips slamming full-length in and
out of her dripping sex, the very bed creaking against the power. It did not
take long before her body began to tighten, her moans silenced by his lips
roughly claiming hers. He broke the kiss, his voice low, commanding. "Cum,
m'Lady."
She tightened and screamed again, this
time a soul-rending shriek of pleasure as wave after wave of pleasure coursed
through her. She felt like she was slammed against a wall time and again as her
climax took her. She felt his member swell within her, and heard his cry, deep
and guttural, as he climaxed within her. His hot cum pelting her insides as his
body shuddered with the pleasure. For hours it seemed to last, and she swore
she could hear her magic rage out of control, fireworks erupting over the bed
as the pleasure took her to new heights.
When they finally came down from their
high, her eyes opened to look into his, the last remnants of light fading
behind him. He slipped off her, dissolved the bindings and the plug, and kissed
her gently. They looked beneath them, and smiled sheepishly. His magic had
finished what she had started... the entire room covered in elegant trappings
of crimson and black velvet and silks. They looked into each other’s eyes long
and deep, and he kissed her passionately, a lingering kiss. He wrapped his arms
around her, and they drifted into slumber, both smiling as the sweat dissolved
from their bodies.
"You will never win!"
Mithrell Kendermore strode through the
trail, her voice angry. Her swords glimmered in the afternoon light, her eyes
bright as she looked around for any sign of her guard's passing.
"Impossible," she thought as she scanned the trail. Not one
footprint, broken twig, even a blade of grass bent wrong. Nothing was there.
She growled in her frustration as she continued along the secluded path, her
eyes intent on the ground before her. So intent, that she almost missed the
sound of a snapping twig behind her. Almost.
With blinding speed she whirled,
catching Adamante Necrosis’s staff inches away from her head. With a cry of
elation she pressed the attack, her blades flashing left and right, striving to
get past his guard. But he strove back with impossible cunning, each blow of
blade caught on oaken staff, and not a scratch bestowed upon either of them.
She pushed him back through the forest and into a clearing near their home, the
pace furiously fast and amazingly accurate. They stopped in the middle of the
plain, his staff striking left and right, her blades parrying each attack
before delivering one of her own. For a half hour they stood like this, neither
opponent gaining the advantage. Suddenly, he spun the staff, pinning both
blades beneath the length of wood. He flipped to stand on his hands, and when Mithrell
wrenched her blades up he flipped over her, landed in a crouch, and thrust his
staff between her legs. As she spun to face him, her feet got tripped up, and
she fell heavily to the ground. An instant later, he was straddling her, both
blades pinned beneath his feet, the staff pressing up against the crook of her
neck.
He grinned and spun the staff away,
then lowered his hand to help her up. The sun was setting in the west, and it
would not be long before night fell. She took his hand and spun behind him,
lifting her sword to his throat. "Never let your guard down," she
giggled, then screamed playfully as his hand caught hers, spinning it away,
then lifted her own blade to her slender neck. He laughed as she went limp in
his arms, then she sheathed the blades, took his offered arm, and walked back
up to the cabin.
Adamante cleaned up the dishes after
dinner, setting them next to the sink. An Unseen Servant washed them dutifully
as he walked back to the table, then kneeled at her feet. "m'Lady, is
there anything else that you would like?" His voice was soft, soothing,
and she smiled as she tousled his hair.
"Yes, Addy. Please start a fire
for me. For some reason I'm chilled to the bone tonight." She watched as
he rose and walked over to the fireplace. She watched him lift his hands towards
the piled logs and whisper faintly. Her flesh flushed as the sudden warmth
poured over her body, a soft sigh escaping her lips. He walked back towards her
as she rose, strode past him, and stood before the fire. "Thank you, Addy.
This feels so good."
Adamante smiled, then clapped his
hands. The unseen servant strode towards them, a long green nightgown held out
to him. He took the dress, and examined the material with his fingers and eyes.
After a moment, he bowed to the servant, and turned back to Mithrell.
"Here, m'Lady. You are tired, and should get some rest." She looked
back at him over her shoulder, and smiled as she turned back to face the fire.
"My arms and legs are so sore
from our fight today, I doubt I could even lift them," she said as she
flopped her arms, mostly for dramatic effect. She smiled as she mouthed the
next words to come from his lips.
"Can I assist you, m'Lady?"
Always so predictable, he was. She enjoyed being able to know what he was going
to do.. It made her life all the more fun. She only groaned in answer, so he
wrapped his arms around her, his fingers sliding up her sides. She smiled as
his lips pressed against her neck, and she felt lighter as the heavy cloak of
wool dropped away. Her flesh tingled in a way that had nothing to do with the
temperature of the air as his fingers found the jingling buttons of her tunic,
feeling her flesh freed with each fastening undone. She arched her back,
pulling her shoulders back, and allowed the silky tunic to fall away from her.
She shivered again as his hands slipped down her sides, his lips kissing small
places down her back, before his fingers found the lacings of her pants.
Her flesh broke out in gooseflesh as
the lacings came free, and she moaned softly as she felt the tight leather
creep down her smooth thighs, muscled legs, then collapsed in a pile around her
ankles. Her voice was tremulous, but commanding as she spoke. "I was
planning on a bath, but I like this idea better..." her hand crept back as
he stood, and lingered over his codpiece, squeezing there hard enough to make
him know her intent fully. She snapped her fingers, and instantly they were
transported to their waterfall, in a grotto behind the shimmering sheet of
water. He yelped in surprise as first he found that his clothes were
mysteriously left behind in the cabin, and second the shock if the cold spray
striking his flesh. She giggled as she snapped her fingers again, and heard him
laugh at the enchantment she wove. The color of the waters changed from a dull
silver to all the colors of the rainbow.
The turned to face him then, her hands
exploring his muscled form, across the delicately chiseled form gleaned from
years of fighting and life. "Everything is as it should be now," she
whispered as her hands roved all over him, from his shoulders, down his chest,
playing with his hardening nipples and flicking them before moving around him.
She sighed as his hands did the same to her, his hands finding refuge on the
full mounds of her breasts. She grinned evilly and pushed him backwards,
straight into the water. A sharp cry from her lips, "Bios," and a
plant wrapped vines around his flailing arms and legs, binding him . The plant
lifted him into the air, the full moon shining on his dripping flesh. She took
a moment to regard him, his struggling form, and the way his balls and cock
bounced and swayed like a charmed serpent before her eyes. She looked up into
his eyes, and flicked the head of his cock before taking him into her mouth.
A cry of ecstasy escapes his lips as
her mouth enclosed his member, her tongue torturing it as her lips slid down
its length. He moaned as her fingers played with his balls, then pressed gently
against the rosebud of his anus. Soon he was gasping, his form struggling,
trying to force more of him into her mouth. She teased him for long moments,
her head bobbing up and down his shaft, her fingers caressing, squeezing, and
fondling his sac. She moaned as a pearly drop of his precum hit her tongue, and
she attacked him mercilessly, using every trick she knew to torture him, her
teeth grazing the underside of his cock, her tongue flicking the head as her
fingers continued to play with other areas. It seemed as if he had been there
for an eternity, the pleasure overloading him. He whimpered faintly, looking
down to her. His voice was soft, needing... "m'Lady, I am going to
cum..."
She let his manhood slip from her
mouth with a "pop," and she looked him seriously in the eye.
"Please do, for I am very thirsty." She dove back onto his cock,
swallowing him down to the roots. He threw his head back, her name upon his
lips, the cry a feral sound, filed with lust and passion as his cum shot into
her mouth. She drank down every drop greedily, her throat milking him as he
continued to shudder. Her lips suckled him even after his climax ended, until
he cried out for her to stop. With a smile she let his softening manhood slip
from her lips, then she snapped her fingers.
The plant dropped him straight into
the water as she strode to the edge of the pool, the moonlight illuminating
her. She watched as he crawled out of the water, watching her. His voice was a
soft whisper as he regarded her form, his eyes focused on the dripping cleft of
her sex. "m'Lady, May I..?"
She smiled and said softly, "Yes.
Take me, if it would please you." Her smile quickly vanished as he clapped
his hands, and she felt her arms and legs bound as they had moments before done
him. They lifted her to him, and she screamed as he attacked her pussy. Her
juiced dripped down his face as his lips and tongue suckled, nibbled, bit, and
caressed every inch of her, until she was gasping for breath. He left her after
a moment, then called out. Instantly, two vines protruded from the water, their
appearance similar to his own cock. His lips attacked her clit, sucking hard
and biting softly as the cock-vines penetrated her, front and back, roughly.
She screamed in pleasure as she came instantly, her thick juices flowing like
the waterfall behind them. He let his fingers take over abusing her clit as his
tongue licked up every drop of her nectar. He did not let his fingers stop, the
vines thrusting, and she fell off the brink into another climax. She opened her
mouth, the thought seriously on her mind about begging him to stop, when he
wove the vines away. He gently released her clit, and caught her in his arms as
the plant released her, and he kissed her lips. She kissed back, the mingling
flavor of their juices intoxicating.
He transported them back to their
cabin, where he laid her in the bed. Sleep soon overtook her as he slipped into
bed behind her, pulling the covers up over them both. She felt his body against
hers, and drifted into slumber, to sleep deeply…
Days and months passed, Mithrell and Adamante each going their separate
ways during the day; she to her tracking, he to his mercenerial skills. Each
night they would retire to their mountain lodge on the wayward face of
But Adamante was a restless soul. Never sleeping for more than an hour
at a time, he would often lay awake and watch Mithrell sleep, his fingers
tracing delicate curves and whorls across her smooth flesh, thrilling silently
at the feel of her blood pulsing lazily beneath his fingertips. His lips would
brush her ear, and his blood would be sent aflame by the soft murmurs of
pleasure she would make in her sleep.
She always knew what he did, and was silently pleased that she was able
to hold his attention so fully, yet when his wandering hands woke her up, she
would chastise him that she needed to work in the morning, much the same as he
did. It never stopped him, though perhaps it should have. Later, he would
think, would I try to quell the curiosity. But for now, let me be to my
caresses.
But one night, it was her hands that roamed.
Adamante virtually fell through the door, late in the night, his robes
in tatters, blood dripping down his arms. As he staggered to the table, Mithrell
watched on silently, a slight smirk upon her lips as she sipped her tea.
"Rough day, huh?" All Adamante did was to flip her off as he slumped
down at the table, wrapping his arms with long strips from his cloak. She
waited in silence, gazing over the bone china rim of her teacup as he shrugged
his robes from his shoulders, the crisscross of the scars across his chest and
shoulders enthralling her. Finally, as he cinched the knot of the bandage
tight, his voice graced her ears.
"Three ogres on steroids and an overzealous wild mage with
delusions of grandeur... it's a miracle I survived." he groaned again, and
took up his cup of tea in a shaking hand, downing it's contents. He looked up
to her, and winced slightly. "I am sorry, my Lady... but I need to get
some sleep before fall over." With that he rose and, his body shrugging
off the robes and cloak, fell facedown, asleep, upon the bed.
Mithrell sat there for the longest moment, watching him, wondering what
could possibly have done that to him... and with tender care she roes,
summoning an unseen servant to bring her a washcloth and a basin of cool water,
sinking to her knees beside the bed and gently tending to the wounds that crisscrossed
his body. Her hands touched the lattice of scars, recognizing the strokes of an
ogre scourge... silently brushing a tear from the corner of her eye as she
dabbed the wounds clean, and pressed soft kisses to each cut. He stirred
softly, a soft moan escaping his lips at her touch... and suddenly she
understood what it was that captivated Adamante so much about her. It wasn't
her body, it wasn't her curves or her lips... it was her heart. Her mind. The
fact that he would die rather than see her be hurt.
She pressed a soft kiss to the small of his back, and slipped up into
bed with him. The cool silk of her nightgown assuaged the burn of the cuts on
his back, and another soft moan escaped him as she slipped off into slumber
beside him.
She woke up in the dead of night, the moon hidden behind clouds, the
only light coming from two muted spheres to either side of the bed. She watched
the shadows dance across his pale flesh, her hands tracing his shoulders, over
the scars...
She realized he was panting softly, her body growing warm with the
memories of his touch... her thighs pressing together as her hands continued to
rove over his body. Her hands wrapped around him, her fingers brushing over his
nipples, down across the flat expanse of his torso... down further, through the
curls of hair there before finally grasping his semi-hard shaft. He moaned
softly, still asleep, and she began to stroke him gently, feeling his body
react even though he was still deep in slumber...
Her hands grew more insistent, soft panting breaths escaping her lips as
her fingers squeezed, feeling his pulse throb in his manhood. His body shivered
beneath her, his voice escaping his lips in soft whimpers as he turned,
exposing his body to her hands... and soon, her lips. She kissed her way from
his neck, down his chest, watching his eyes flutter open as her tongue trailed
wet lines from his belly button down, pressing a gentle kiss to the shaft. His
hips lifted, his mind clouded with the fog of sleep and the haze of lust
overwhelming him. His hands clawed blindly at the sheets as her lips slowly
devoured him, the warm confines of her mouth making him gasp. The delicate
sensations of the ridges of her palate dragging down the plum made his fists
clench, until finally her throat welcomed the intrusion, her lips brushing the
root as his eyes blinked unseeing at her.
She couldn't tell whether he was awake or asleep... but nor did she
care. Her nails raked his inner thighs as her tongue examined each throbbing
vein in her mouth. She tasted the salt of his sweat, the tart-sweet flavor of
his arousal, basked in the heat rolling off his flesh. Dimly a part of her mind
tried to reign her passion in, thinking the same words she would say to him
night after night... that they both needed sleep... and then the next moment
found her straddling his hips, sinking down, a trembling sigh escaping her at
the thrill of sensation chaining up her spine like lightning striking the
forest beyond.
For one crystalline moment the world stood still... Adamante's eyes slid
into focus upon Mithrell's form. He could count the beads of sweat on her
forehead, feel the tension of her body upon him. Mithrell looked down, saw his
eyes locked upon her... in that same moment, she looked into his green eyes... she could count the flecks of
gold in those orbs of light, feel the coarseness of his breath beneath the
hands pressed to his chest.
As if by the will of the Gods, their eyes slipped closed, and for the
briefest of instants they watched that moment drop through the air, counted
each facet that was a new sensation sparkle in the bell of that perfect point
in time, watched it race to the stone below...
And, in the next moment, the world imploded around them, that crystal
bell shattering into uncountable pieces of pure ecstasy, their joined cries of
passion the chiming melody of that shattered instant, each spasm of their
climax-ravaged bodies a different shard of light dancing from the broken
fragments. The echoes of their voices ran through the mountain lodge, the soft
crackle of the fire offering it's counterpoint to the symphony of pleasure
slowly resonating to nothingness within the stone and timber confines of their
paradise.
Their eyes remained closed, Mithrell's arms giving way beneath her, her
frame collapsing upon his, passed out before they collided with one another.
The night passed, their bodies tangled in one another, sheets raveled around
their legs, all but ignored in their slumber. The soft chirps of crickets,
hooting of owls, and other sounds of the night gradually returned, their own chorus
of nature broken by a tracker and her mercenary.