DRAGONLANCE

Death Knights

by PJ

Laurana slid off the pawing nightmare's broad back, grimacing from the pain shooting through her sore thighs and buttocks. Soth stood near the black steed's burly right shoulder, idly stroking the infernal beast's coarse, raven mane while regarding the darkening horizon to the east.

The elf woman tried to soothe her throbbing bottom by rubbing it with her palms. Laurana welcomed the coming night, it promised relief from the scorching sun that had hung all day over the Plains of Dust. Laurana's leather jerkin was soaked dark with her sweat, her bosom glittered with heavy drops of perspiration through the open strings of her clinging shirt. Laurana reached back and untied the leather strip holding back her long, golden hair. Shining blonde tresses fell down over Laurana's slender shoulders, Laurana shook her hair, it was damp and sticky from the heat and the day-long ride across the desolate plain.

"What are you looking for?" inquired Laurana when Soth made no move to make camp for the night.

"I'm waiting for someone," answered Soth in his deep, haunting voice.

The death knight's gloved hand fell from his horse's rough mane, Soth tensed, his crimson eyes flared.

Laurana followed Soth's intent gaze. A plume of dust rose in the distance, it grew wider, approaching the waiting pair. An ebony nightmare emerged from the boiling cloud of sand and ash, a rider jerked back on the hellish mount's reins, an armored rider garbed in blue dragonscales.

"Kitiara! It can't be her!" exclaimed Laurana, her almond eyes wide with astonishment and horror.

"Fistandantilus raised her from the Abyss just as he raised me, Laurana," supplied Soth while Kitiara dismounted a short distance in front of them and removed her horned dragonhelm, passing a gloved hand through her short, black-gray curls. Kitiara flashed Laurana her insolent smile that the elf woman recognized from the death knight's former life. Kitiara's face was waxen and deathly pale, veins of blue ice laced across Kitiara's sunken cheeks and bone-white forehead, her eyes were dull, crimson embers, almost black compared to Soth's raging orbs.

"I scouted out Silvanesti. It's as Laurana told you, Alhana is there with the Orb, she's got Dalamar twirled around her little finger," smirked Kitiara, her helm tucked beneath her left arm, her right hand resting lightly on the leather-wrapped hilt of one of her blades.

"Did you see the dragon?" demanded Soth, hands clenched before him.

"No. If Cyan's there, he's keeping his scaled head down," shrugged Kitiara.

"The dragon will be the greatest obstacle when we retrieve the Orb," mused Soth, reaching into one of his saddlebags to get sleeping blankets for Laurana.

"Cyan's strength is his cunning, he's never been one for a stand-up fight, we can take him," grinned Kitiara confidently.

"We shall see," replied Soth, spreading out the sleeping blankets on a smooth patch of sand still warm with the fallen sun's heat.

Kitiara watched Laurana stretch out upon the blankets, her dull red eyes grew a little brighter. "Why do you keep her?"

Soth didn't reply, he settled down on a blanket next to Laurana, he thoughtfully stroked her long, soft hair.

"What is it with you and elf women?" muttered Kitiara, gathering her legs beneath her and sitting next to the silent death knight.

"Sit up, Laurana," ordered Soth sharply.

Laurana quickly obeyed, brushing wet hair away from her wary eyes.

Soth took the hem of Laurana's jerkin and pulled it over her head. Laurana raised her thin arms so Soth could finish removing her shirt, her bare breasts dropped down, slick with sweat and glowing ivory in the starlight. Soth tugged off his iron gauntlets, his fingers were bone with strips of sinew clinging to the bare knuckles. The death knight grasped Laurana's naked breasts, the elfess shivered violently, a sharp gasp falling from her quivering lips as intense cold washed over her, the touch of Death, drawing the warmth and life through her flesh.

Kitiara watched with amusement while Soth caressed Laurana, his bone fingers slipping across the elfess's smooth stomach, over her bare, alabaster shoulders. Laurana swayed, the strength pouring out from her body like water onto parched sand. The pale elfess fell against Soth's armored chest, she clung weakly to his wide shoulders, moaning, her eyelids heavy and fluttering as chill, fleshless fingers stroked her ice-cold skin.

The hunger for the warmth of the living swelled inside Kitiara's empty breast. She reached forward and tugged down Laurana's snug leather breeches, she removed her own metal gauntlets to stroke Laurana's slim, pale legs with fingers gloved in cold, dead flesh. Laurana moaned against Soth's chest, she looked down to watch the second death knight run its hands up her trembling thighs, Kitiara's freezing touch like cold fire over her smooth skin. Laurana pressed her pale left cheek onto the cold, scorched breastplate of Soth, the ruined engraving of a rose caressing her face when she gasped at the touch of frigid lips upon her pussy. Watching wide-eyed, Laurana let Kitiara spread her legs apart, her mouth worked silently while Kitiara kissed her puffy-lipped cunt with dark blue lips that drained the warmth from her flushed sex.

Laurana rested her bare back on Soth's armored torso, she sat on the death knight's lap, her thighs open, as Kitiara licked her wet pussy with a dry, gray tongue, her blue lips disappearing inside the elfess's tender vulva. Laurana clenched Soth's powerful arms while the helmed death knight massaged her soft breasts with fingers of bone, kneading her pliant tit flesh, drawing the heat from her pounding heart. Laurana threw back her head, molten strands of gold spilled from her quaking shoulders, draped Soth's dark breastplate. Laurana panted on the death knight's lap, her hips bucking, thighs shuddering with Kitiara's head between them, a chill tongue wriggling inside the elfess's cunnie, licking the sweet droplets of nectar beading the walls of Laurana's melting vagina.

Soth reached up and stroked Laurana's working throat, bone fingertips leaving streaks of cold, blue flesh along the bucking elfess's slender neck. Soth ran his fleshless fingers across Laurana's gasping lips, she tilted her anguished face up to meet the death knight's crimson stare. The death knight closed his left hand around Laurana's neck, squeezing gently, his right hand still groping the elfess's yielding right breast, the nipple engorged and stiff. Laurana pressed her tender lips onto Soth's visor, Soth's flaming eyes flashed, he drew in Laurana's warm, sweet breath, he drank it as he once savored the rarest, most intoxicating wine.

Laurana stopped bucking, she moaned and shivered on Soth's lap, her pink lips gaping while an orgasm rushed through her naked body. Kitiara dug her cold, blue lips even deeper into Laurana's pussy, guzzling the torrent of warm honey spilling from the elfess's clenching vagina. Laurana lay limply upon Soth's armored torso, her pale arms resting over his, her breasts heaving, her entire ivory body drenched in clammy lovesweat. Soth let go of Laurana's throat, he combed his left hand through the elfess's slick, golden hair, his bony touch cool and strangely soothing to Laurana as she lay against him, cool, soft flesh over cold, unyielding metal.

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