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"So please," he whispered, "do not force me to make that choice." His head was bent in repentance, yet she could still see disbelief written upon his face. |
Shadowheart remained silent. She could tell that the mere suggestion of choosing between her and his oath had hurt him, that he couldn’t even comprehend a reality where he was forced into that position. Good, it meant that weakness could be turned against him, if it ever came to that. The Dark Lady forbade close relati... |
As those dark thoughts filled her mind, a part of her rose in disgust. A part that had been forcibly forgotten, broken by foul magics borne from loss, despair, and utter nihilism. Dark forces had hoped that part of her—the one that cared for refugees, the one that saved every animal that crossed her path, that defende... |
They matched the sapphire ring she wore upon her finger. |
The darkness screamed as it was met by silver moonlight—it was not right to treat someone so cruelly who had only shown her kindness, not when he had saved her life just a week ago. Not when he had so innocently asked and learned about her faith. Not when he had taken so many wounds in her defense. She would not be nee... |
Shadowheart’s face softened and she reached out to his fist, her hands wrapping around his. She leaned forward until her head rested against his shoulder and a long sigh escaped her. "I’m sorry," her voice was a brave whisper against the overbearing darkness of the tent. "I didn’t...I won’t make you choose. Not if I ha... |
She felt him lay a hand on her back and a soothing energy filled her body. Like one who had just emerged from an herbal hot spring, she felt refreshed and relaxed. Still, it did little to heal the hurt of her heart. "You have nothing to be sorry for, if anything I do for even putting that thought into your head." She b... |
"Well," she chuckled, "now that I know that, you’ll never be rid of me too. It looks like we’re stuck together." It was a bold statement, but in the dying sunlight and the dimness of the tent it felt right to say. He could not see her smile, nor feel her heart beat in time to a fervent dance. Her secret was safe. |
"Oi, lovebirds, you gonna join us for dinner?" Karlach’s shout sent Shadowheart scrambling away from Tavrian. A scarlet heat flooded her cheeks and amidst Tavrian’s bellowing laughter she couldn’t muster a single reply. |
"We’ll be there in a moment," he called back, a happy light now shining in his eyes. Was that a smirk on his face or was it a trick of the dying light? She slid back and he followed, pressing her to the wall of the tent. All she could feel was his towering presence and the intoxicating smell of the sea. Then their lips... |
The Dark Lady help her. |
"We should get to the campfire or we’ll miss out on the meal," he murmured after pulling away. It was a smirk on his face, his lips curled like some outlaw who had just gotten away with highway robbery. He rose and slipped out of the tent, waving towards the others. |
Shadowheart just sat there, her hand to her lips, smiling. Maybe the journey forward wouldn’t be too bad after all. |
Crèche K'liir. |
It was strange being back here for Lae’zel. Before, she thought she’d never return here, especially empty handed and even less so after Queen Vlaakith... no, Tyrant Vlaakith, declared her |
but suppose that wasn’t the case anymore. One did not, simply, drag an Elder Brain corpse along with them and the Netherbrain the Dead Three had enslaved would have been an even more impossible trophy to take, since there hadn’t been much left of the colossal creature when they had defeated it. The only "trophy" Lae'ze... |
The creche swore allegiance to Prince Orpheus upon his return and being a center of trade, commerce and politics within the Githyanki empire, it was quite a strategic stronghold for Orpheus’s campaign. Lae’zel and Hestra, the bard tiefling she had journeyed with in their quest to remove the Netherese-tainted tadpoles t... |
The githyanki warrior could not have imagined her capture would lead to the discovery and liberation of Gith’s true heir, starting yet another civil war amongst her people. The latter spoiled her sense of pride in the former, as the githyanki should not be tearing each other apart. |
"You are deep in thought." The tiefling observed as she sits up, having been watching the githyanki’s face as Lae’zel was so very expressive, more so after sex. |
"Post-coitous clarity leaves much room for contemplation." Lae’zel shrugs, leaning over to give Hestra a firm kiss. |
"Do you have to say it like that?" The tiefling grimaces when her lover pulls away. "You gith are so clinical, it’s painful." |
"It is a fact." Lae'zel snorts, pushing the woman down on her back, teeth nipping playfully at those full, soft lips. |
They were in the barracks, as the githyanki did not have much in the way of "private’ quarters. Thankfully, they settled themselves in a quiet and, somewhat, isolated corner of the room and few bothered them. At most, the tiefling’s presence was a curiosity as despite the more diverse population of Stardock, as the oth... |
walking among them as if she belonged let alone sharing a bunk with one of their own so comfortably and regularly. |
"What is on your mind, aside from round two?" The tiefling gasps as Lae'zel's tongue flicks one of her nipples. |
The question never came as they both heard the door to the barracks open and the sound of armored footsteps. Not unusual so they ignored it, at first. The foot falls got closer and Lae'zel felt the tiefling tense, the crossing of her legs despite the covers being over her waist indicating someone was approaching. Again... |
"When word spread that the Liberator of the Comet had returned home, I had to see for myself." The githyanki said; a tall and lanky male of brown skin and braided jet-black hair. |
His armor was decorated with an array of gemstones and trophies taken from beasts across the Material Plane. He wore a silver circlet adorned with rubies, marking his rank as a |
and he stunk of dragon musk. Lae'zel felt the tail coiled around her thigh tighten as she regarded him with curiosity, making no move to cover her nude form. |
"You have found her." Lae'zel says flatly, pondering why he wished to see Hestra. "You are interrupting." |
"Apologies for disturbing you with your favored |
" He says, tone arrogant. "I am Ep'a'n though it seems you do not recall me." |
"You were not part of my clutch, so I do not." Lae'zel retorts warily. |
"You have certainly grown into the pride of Creche K'liir. You were already exceptional and with you heat cycle coming, it is only fitting a |
breed more warriors from you." He said, words dripping with expectant pride. |
Lae'zel's eyes widened, not realizing she had been showing the signs of reaching the "peak" of her breeding cycle during their stay. To refuse a |
would be a huge blow to her honor but at the same time, the thought of letting this githyanki... no, anyone, breed her made her stomach flip in revulsion. |
"It is your duty to Prince Orpheus." He twists the knife digging into her pride. |
"I see. Then, I will take measure if you are, indeed, worthy." |
The githyanki male scowled, as it wasn't the answer he was looking for but he tilted his head respectfully and left. Lae'zel felt a tingle in her leg and looked down to see the tiefling's tail was squeezing her so hard, it was severely restricting circulation. She looked up and noticed the tiefling's eyes burned with j... |
"Hestra, your tail has numbed my leg." Lae'zel tells her calmly. |
"Oh!" The tiefling's tail immediately relaxes and unwinds, tucking itself behind its owner, tip twitching nervously. Whatever "beast within" Lae'zel had caught a glimpse of a moment before was back in its cage as Hestra was herself now. "What did he want?" |
"It appears I have lost track of my breeding cycle. I will be in heat this evening or tomorrow it seems." Lae'zel explains so matter-of-factly, it takes the tiefling a long moment to process this information. |
"You... githyanki have heat cycles?!" Hestra exclaims. "And you're just telling me this now?" |
"It slipped my mind, as we've had other concerns for some time." The githyanki shrugs. |
"Then that man was... what? Asking to knock you up?" |
"Knock me up?" Lae'zel asks, not understanding the phrase. |
"Pregnancy to be, gith-ly, clinical about it. That gith wants to put a baby in you. Guess it would be an egg... that does not sound sexy." |
"I see, then yes. I told him I would measure his worth first." Lae'zel nods her head slightly in understanding. |
"So... a half-assed yes?" Hestra scowls, her tone suddenly sharp with hostility. |
Lae'zel blinked with surprise, as the tiefling had never spoken to her like that before, even during the early days of their quest to be rid of the tadpoles. What confused her further was when Hestra grabbed her clothes and dressed. |
"Where are you going?" Lae'zel asked. |
"To the docks, likely to get blind drunk and sleep it off while you... breed." She said the last word with such venom, it seemed to cause them both pain. |
Lae'zel sat there, dumbfounded, as the tiefling stormed out of the barracks with her lute. The githyanki felt an unfamiliar twist in her chest, a sudden sadness amongst the confusion. She analyzed these feelings as she dressed and came to the conclusion that her impending heat was not affecting just githyanki males. Sh... |
Armored and armed, Lae’zel headed for the creche’s training grounds. Despite the more cosmopolitan nature of Stardock, as the asteroid was also known as, the githyanki kept mostly to themselves. Outsiders were not permitted within the boundaries of the creche itself unless they were slaves or to be interrogated. She wa... |
"I was beginning to think you had forgotten your duty, |
." he sneers, shouldering his greatsword. |
"I have not. I am of Creche K’liir." Lae’zel spat, drawing her own blade, the metal humming with anticipation. "I have faced an Elder Brain, gods even and prevailed. I will not bend to you." |
"We shall see." Ep’a’n smirked arrogantly, beckoning her in challenge as he watched her, reptilious eyes betraying his lewd intentions. "I will remind you of the embrace of your people." |
Blades clash as Ep’a’n lunges in a very obvious opening move, testing Lae’zel’s reflexes. She would have normally blocked and stood her ground but, instead, she parried and redirected his swing, catching the |
off-guard. The surprise and confusion on his face was blatant, Lae’zel smirking as she swung her blade, forcing the kith’rak on the defensive. Each blow he blocked, psionic and arcane sparks pulsed from her weapon, striking him physically and mentally. Ep’a’n was bigger, however, endurance permitting him to muscle his ... |
The battle had caused Lae’zel’s blood to burn under her flesh, adrenaline surging through her veins strong enough to trigger the first stages of her heat. Other warriors in the room were paying attention now, drawn in by the scent of a ready female as much as the fierce battle between a |
whom was a legend. |
"Yield!" Ep’a’n spat as their blades clash, Lae’zel’s arms and legs trembling as though she stopped his charge dead in its tracks, the full brunt of his weight was being thrown against her. "Yield and fulfill your duty to your people, |
Lae’zel does as he asks, laxing her body and allowing Ep’a’n to topple forward as suddenly nothing is bracing against his weight now. The tip of her blade digs into the stone floor, tripping Ep’a’n further. His shin guards skate across the metal as he stumbles, the keen edge catching the flesh of his right calf and cut... |
"You-" She spits on him, a combination of blood and saliva that sticks wetly to his cheek. "You are not worthy." |
He flinches as Lae’zel bends down and takes the silver circlet from his head. |
"I have learned to be merciful, however, so you will keep your hide attached to your meat but this, this I take as penance for insulting the Liberator of the Comet." She sneers down at him, delighting in the confusion on his face. |
"The one you called |
, my bond-mate. She was the one who freed Orpheus from the Astral Prism." Lae’zel snarled. "I will slake my heat with her, duty be damned. There are plenty of other females for your seed, Ep’a’n |
Lae’zel pulled her sword free, feeling her body burning with fevered need. She wasn’t going to have long before another warrior tried to make a claim and Lae’zel was in pain and feeling exhaustion creeping up on her. She cleaned the blood off her sword with a rag, tossing it aside and hurrying towards the docks. |
Minutes crept by like hours, her heat getting worse as she asked anyone who crossed her path about the bard, her bard. Eventually, she tracked the woman down to a tavern known as the Chaos Star near one of the larger docking bays, finding the infernal woman sitting at the bar already half-way through a bottle of wine. |
"Lae’zel?" The tiefling hiccupped in surprise as she was yanked off her barstool by the githyanki. |
Lae’zel glares at her, visible rivulets of sweat rolling down her face, smearing some of her warpaint. She tosses the silver circlet on the counter, startling the Giff bar keep. |
"Room. This should cover the cost and damages for the next couple of days." She snarls, snatching the key the Giff quickly tosses to her. "Upstairs. Now." |
Not waiting for her reply or consent, Lae’zel grabs the tiefling by one of her curled horns and drags the woman, stumbling, up the stairs and to the room. She can barely read the tag but manages to find the right door, swearing as she fumbles with the lock for a moment. Once the door swings open, she shoves the tieflin... |
"What the fuck, you damn gith!" She snarled, breath heavy with wine. |
Her remaining words stopped when Lae’zel snarled, grabbing her by the throat and shoving her against the wall next to the door, not caring if anyone heard them in the hallway. Her yellow-green skin had an unusual maroon flush around her cheek bones and throat, each breath shallow. Beads of blood prick from around her n... |
"Lae’zel?" Hestra says cautiously, apprehensive about what was going to happen next, as the wild look in the githyanki’s eyes she had never seen before. |
"Tsk’va. Sate me..." Lae’zel orders, her voice husky with need as she pushes herself flush on the tiefling, trying to mount her despite the barrier of her armor in the way. |
Feeling the pressure increase on her neck, the tiefling quickly complied, reaching between Lae’zel’s powerful thighs, surprised by the heat and just how drenched the githyanki’s cunt is as she shoves aside her leather and cloth garments, whining as Lae’zel forcibly sheaths herself on the tiefling’s cock. There is no pa... |
The fever of her heat lessens as release washes through her. Not enough to sate the greedy fire in her loins but enough to clear her mind for a few precious minutes. She dismounts her lover, shaking her head. Infernal eyes search her with confusion, trying to understand what the hell was going on. |
"W-why aren’t you with that gith?" She blurts, then looking down at her ruined trousers, her cock soaked with Lae’zel’s slick. "Fuckin’ hell you’re soaked..." |
"He wasn’t worthy." Lae’zel growled, yanking her arm guards off hurriedly. "Get this armor off me, it burns." |
Hestra stumbles forward hurriedly and helps Lae’zel with the straps of her armor, each piece carelessly discarded by the owner, even the breastplate being carelessly shrugged off to the ground, its impact shaking the wood panels for a moment. Free of the restriction of her armor, she snatched the tiefling closer by her... |
"Strip or I’ll rip it off you." Lae’zel demands, tongue licking the small streaks of blood from Hestra’s neck. |
"What the hells has gotten into you?" Hestra snorts, refusing to do as she says despite the effect of her lover’s pheromones. |
"My heat burns me." the warrior huffs, reptilian eyes glancing over her. "You are not undressing." |
"As fun as that was, I will not partake in some gith’s sloppy seconds." She growled, that jealous temper flaring again. |
"I told you he wasn’t worthy!" Lae’zel snarls, grabbing the tiefling by her horns yet again and yanking her around, shoving her into the table. "We fought. I won. I came looking for you." She dug her fists into the fabric of Hestra’s tunic and ripped it open. The tiefling snarled and forcibly shoved the githyanki away ... |
"You spurned me!" The snarling words have so much pain and anger behind them that Lae'zel flinches as if she had been struck, eyes widened with alarm. "You ran to the first fucking gith stinking of dragon. Just because you didn't fuck him, I am just..." |
Hestra's words falter, grabbing Lae'zel's wrist to pull the githyanki off her, again, as the warrior grabs her horns. However, there is no pulling or pushing from either, just a long stare as they try to puzzle each other out. The tiefling relents first, infernal irises flicking to the side. |
"I'm your mate or whatever we're calling... this." Hestra says, her tone strained with some unfamiliar tangle of emotions. |
"You are right." Lae'zel purrs, cupping her hands against those tattooed cheeks, the burn of her heat starting to simmer again. |
"Your body is yours." The tiefling says, gawking over her lover's body as it shines with sweat in the low lamplight. "I just didn't like knowing another was claiming you with their spawn." |
That was not a response the githyanki was expecting but the words seemed to light her blood on fire with a dizzying surge of lust. The tattered remains of the bard's clothes were hastily pushed and torn off, Lae'zel relishing in the bare skin contact as she shoved her lover back, forcing her to sit on the tabletop as t... |
Lae’zel’s skin burned, sweat and blood trailing down her back, the pain of her injuries mixed with the heated pleasure she wrung from her infernal lover. The table creaked and shook, Hestra’s legs curling at the edge as ever nerve sung as she orgasmed, grinding into Lae'zel. The warmth filling her cooled the heat for a... |
"Bed, please." Hestra grunted, bruises throbbing on the back of her knees where she had clenched the table's edge. |
Lae'zel gets off her and helps her up, excitedly pulling her lover into the bedroom. The tiefling grins as the warrior throws her into the lavender-smelling sheets and soft mattress before resuming her place atop her. |
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