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Catti-Brie closed her eyes, trying to gasp instead. Focusing on the sensation of her lover’s attentions--while also trying not to give away their position. The mercenary was right, of course. How often had Drizzt told her on their journey that many creatures of the Underdark hunted by sound alone? Her lashes flew open ... |
"And how do ye expect me to be keepin’ quiet iffin yer gonna be doing tha-a-a..." She had meant it to be a harshly whispered admonishment, said mostly in jest, but before she could even finish speaking, his fingers found her center. As deftly as stroking any instrument to produce a tune, Jarlaxle caressed his young lov... |
"The quieter you are, my kitten," Jarlaxle purred low, his red eyes glowing mischievously in the darkness beside her, "the harder I’m going to fuck you." |
Catti-Brie whimpered despite herself. The mercenary’s deft fingers slid farther down, into her heat and her aching. He rocked the heel of his hand against her burning need, while his fingers entered her tight cunt. |
"Good girl," he rumbled as she gasped and gripped the cushions in lieu of crying out. Jarlaxle lay beside her, fully clothed still but with the panther-like hunger of a creature ready to jump to his carnal passion at any time. Their legs tangled as he stroked his fingers inside of her. Catti-Brie pressed her face to ch... |
She mumbled something incoherent and the drow bent his head with a curious, grinning, "Hm?" When Catti-Brie still did not answer, his fingers hooked and began to beckon against the warm knot of pleasure building inside her. "What was that, my dear kitten?" |
For her part, Catti-Brie felt herself falling. Falling into this man. Falling into trusting him. Her heart raced even as her body gained heat as a forge under a pumping bellows. Mad thoughts rushed through her mind. Would he come to her in Mithral Hall? Would they share more nights like this one? How much of himself wo... |
"...need...ye." |
Jarlaxle rumbled again, that deep, rolling thunder in his chest. "And how do you need me, my Catti-Brie?" |
"I-Inside," she gasped. |
"But my sweet, I am already inside you." |
"No, yer--" A white rush that was electric and drumming rushed through her all at once. Catti-Brie bit into the fabric of his vest just to keep herself from moaning helplessly as she came on his fingers. Her fist hit his shoulder softly, a desperate motion of passion. Giving little harsh gasps through her nose as she b... |
Jarlaxle nosed her auburn hair. "Tell me your desire. Name it and it is yours," he whispered. |
"Take me," she gasped. The words arrived without hesitation, from some deep and primal place that came directly from her passion and her heart without asking permission of her thoughts. "Have me. Rut me. Yer...yer whole self," the aching archer panted, "I need ye." |
In a strong, sudden motion, Jarlaxle removed his hand and grasped her breeches. He shoved them down her thighs, down to her knees, moving her leg off his hip. They rolled--the settee was not large, but it was big enough for two, and besides, he could see the measure of it where she could not--and somehow Catti-Brie end... |
"So it’s a rut you want?" Jarlaxle said, his voice like low thunder on a hot summer night. He leaned down to bite her ear. Catti-Brie tried to rise on her hands and knees--as Wulfgar had always wanted her to do in this position, no better than a breeding sow--but Jarlaxle’s slender elven frame exerted an impressive, su... |
"...yes." Her voice came out in a strained whisper, choked with passion; a strange mix of erotic heat and anxiety at the position he’d just put her in. Wulfgar had fucked her roughly in a position similar; not against her will, but still...full of jealousy and rage and possessiveness. Her body remembered the feelings e... |
Jarlaxle bit the back of her neck and Catti-Brie whimpered. |
"I am going to rut you," he growled, one hand snaking around to her throat. He pressed, lightly, to either side of her neck, and her pulse thundered against his fingertips. A moment later, he released, and she gasped, dizzy with the rush and with her needing of this man. "I am going to devour you, Catti-Brie. Fill you ... |
Suddenly, Jarlaxle pulled them both up to kneeling. Her back arched, her head resting on his shoulder, fiery hair falling over his chest like a sunset reflected in a waterfall down a cliff of obsidian stone. Strong arms came around her torso as the mercenary kissed her neck with ever-increasing fervor. Her ankles were ... |
"Be at ease, my sweet," Jarlaxle murmured, one hand taking her chin and turning it to the side so that he might better suckle at her neck. "You’re shaking." |
She gripped his wrist. "Hold me." |
"See me...please." |
Jarlaxle bit her, a short nip at the hollow of her throat, just under her jaw. It sent a wave of overwhelming heat shivering through her, eliciting a breathless moan. Then-- |
--he held her. Not only to cradle her body as they made love, but...but a firm squeeze. The kind she could lean on, for ever and for always. A rock in a storm. A place, above all and beyond all, that she could rest. |
Relief, or something shaped very much like it, blossomed and cracked open inside her chest. Tears, sudden and unbidden, ran down her freckled cheeks. She gasped, vital and vulnerable, as Jarlaxle entered her. And it seemed to Catti-Brie, then and later, that he was entering more than just her body. |
"We’re alive--" |
"I thought, I thought we wouldn’t--" |
They moved together as if made for one another. His cock buried inside her, a spear of fire and wanting and delicious, aching pressure. Hadn’t he said that the drow so loved the sacrificial knife of Lolth? To die upon it in supplication or to run to it in ecstasy. It was like that now. Somehow, he knew how to move her ... |
Jarlaxle kissed her tears away. He circled his young lover with his arms as a seawall stands sentinel and stalwart for a harbor. One hand massaged her breast, the other crept below, to her soft auburn curls and lower still. |
"You’re safe," whispered the King of Spiders, as he opened and shaped her pleasure. "I have you." |
She extended her arms upward, caressing his face, his slender ears and their many piercings. Calloused fingertips met smooth skin. Catti-Brie kissed him, biting at his lower lip. She elicited a growl of pleasure from her lover and was immediately rewarded by a stronger thrust that nearly sent her spiraling over the edg... |
"Beyond any doubt," the drow answered. Jarlaxle’s handsome voice hitched, his own need palpable now. "As long as you’ll have me." |
Catti-Brie shuddered. The hand on her breast squeezed harder, Jarlaxle’s embrace nearly stealing the breath from her lungs, hungry and supportive and possessive all at once. But a different kind of possessiveness; a rush of wanting and needing and loving, as if consummating something, a kind of shackle that--somehow--s... |
Over she went, swept to the ledge and tumbling through her own pleasure. Lightning hot, white and blazing, the flame and ache inside her exploding. Exploding and spiraling, folding over itself and cresting on every eddy, every shudder and drumbeat of her pulse. Her bliss seized his, her hot cunt clenching around his co... |
"Catti? Catti-Brie?" |
As another voice called, softly, from far below, Jarlaxle stifled a groan only by sheer force of will. Seed rushed from him as he lost himself in Catti-Brie, in his autumn sunset. A blazing warmth burst inside her, filling her womb and drenching her sex. Jarlaxle pressed his fingers against her burning and they both ro... |
They panted in unison, Catti-Brie clinging hard to the mercenary’s arms. But he had her. He still had her. Jarlaxle’s warm claim dripped from between their bodies, running down the sweat-dampened inside of her thighs. |
Far below, on the cavern floor, Drizzt stood in practiced hunter’s silence. In his pouch, his delicate fingers fluttered across the onyx figurine. Guenhwyvar desperately needed more rest and he did not want to call her unless it was absolutely necessary. The ranger had woken, disturbed by a distant noise he could not p... |
"Catti-Brie?" Drizzt dared to call again. His voice was pitched quietly, a whisper to carry. This cavern had been free of dangers several hours ago, but who knew what might be lurking in it now. His eyes stung some as he scanned the floor and rock formations around him with his infravision. Try as he might, however, he... |
Jarlaxle held as still as stone. They were far enough back on the ledge so that they could not be seen--by heat or by sight--from anyone below. And, he knew too, that neither Drizzt nor Entreri could reach the ledge he had chosen for this unorthodox rendezvous. Too tall even for the panther to jump to. |
But that did not mean they could not be heard. |
Drizzt had come up this way, straining to follow the low whispers of their conversation, as he had not hunted in the Underdark in over a decade. Now, he had thought he heard a rustling of sorts. The sound had faded entirely, though, until now he stood directly under the ledge upon which his friend and strange ally rest... |
For her part, Catti-Brie’s cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and worry that they would be discovered. How would she explain this? What would she say? What would he say? She bit her lip, all the while feeling Jarlaxle’s heartbeat at her back, and his cock still twitching inside her. |
At length, after many long minutes of silence, she felt the drow mercenary relax. He kissed her temple and shifted to remove himself from her. She made to reach for him but he put his lips to her ear and murmured, "Fear not, your friend has left." |
"How...do ye know?" she dared to whisper back, just as softly. |
Jarlaxle’s deft fingers danced around her forehead and Catti-Brie felt the touch of something cold. She stiffened for only a flash of a moment until vision returned to her, the man before her bathed in starlight. Reaching up, she felt the cat’s eye agate. In answer, grinning, Jarlaxle tapped his slender ears. "Your fri... |
He re-dressed himself--though, in truth, Jarlaxle had removed barely any clothing--in utter silence. Belt buckles and rings that should have made noise did not, not even his boots as he came back to the settee and set to dressing her in turn. Almost, almost as if it was an act of care to do so. Jarlaxle took his time, ... |
"Mm." Catti-Brie still felt dazed, dazed and flushed. Her thoughts swirled without direction, her lover’s attentions keeping the most worrisome of them away--for the moment. |
Jarlaxle pulled back, ruby gaze sweeping slowly over her expression. He lay on his side by her now, propped up on one elbow while his legs were tucked under hers. For a while they stayed that way, Catti-Brie staring up at the ceiling as if she could see the stars through this roof of unyielding stone. |
Absently, Jarlaxle pet her soft curls under her breeches, as if such tenderness was as natural to him as sun was to Calimshan. He took a breath, paused, and then shifted to stroking her auburn hair instead, neatly settling her breeches back in place. "This has been...precious time, to me," he said. |
"But it’s still goodbye." |
The King of Spiders, who knew everything there was to know about the tremors along Menzoberranzan’s mighty web, gave a noncommittal shrug. He watched Catti-Brie’s face as it moved, openly and without reserve, through a dozen emotions. |
Gods, but she wanted him. Wanted this warmth and this closeness. Catti-Brie did not wish to bid him farewell, not...not after this. His embrace had been... |
It had been everything. |
He had held the world, and in doing so, held her. It wasn’t fair. No one on earth had comforted her or seen her the way this man had. Was she so naive or so hopeful to think that what existed between them was special? And yet, their paths diverged. Here. Now. She would get up and finish dressing, and that would be the ... |
Where the crack of emotion had blossomed during their lovemaking, Catti-Brie could not help but feel a regret. Not at what they had done, but at their inevitable separation. Was she, truly, meaningful to him as he had said? Why did it matter? Why did it have to matter? She believed that his words were true, and more, t... |
"My sweet." Jarlaxle, who could read the hearts of those around him as easily as Drizzt knew the song and step of battle, dipped his head closer to hers. He cupped her cheek and looked at her earnestly. "Know that this time has been precious to me. Truly. Know it and be settled. If we do not meet again, I will remember... |
"And if we do?" |
Jarlaxle grinned, feral and pleased and hungry all at once. "Then I will take you with such passion that you will beg to come back to the City of Spiders and be mine for all the long years of your life." |
Catti-Brie flushed. Even after all they had shared, she was not used to his teasing--though his unshakable confidence sent her heart pounding, sent her affection for him closer to the point of no return. "But ye have yer men to think of. Ye cannot be takin’ a human wife, not in that place. Me own eyes have seen that it... |
He shrugged one shoulder eloquently. "In name you would be a slave--in name only," the mercenary said when her mouth opened in indignation. "But in practice I would place you behind every protection that it is in my not-inconsiderable power to possess, and there I would worship you freely. Or I would take you with me, ... |
"Yer not meaning it," she said, but she was not certain. |
"My kitten, you will find that I very rarely lie." He kissed her forehead. "It is a dream I have, to find what I cannot keep and yet hold it tightly all the same. What is beyond me, yet what I can still press into my breast and carry with me." |
She scoffed. "I ain’t so good as that. And I can’t be leaving me friends and family." |
Jarlaxle’s white eyebrow quirked at her in humor. "No? It is a good dream, then." He moved off the settee and carefully pulled Catti-Brie to her feet. Their hands entwined for a quiet moment before he kissed her fingers and then her lips with tender gentleness. "Do not be sad," Jarlaxle said, deliberate and earnest. "T... |
Now it was Catti-Brie’s turn to arch her brow. "Ye’ll come to Mithral Hall then?" She’d meant it as a jibe, her own kind of tease to ease the ache of separation, but his knowing smirk told her much--much that chilled her and brought her heat all at the same time. |
Jarlaxle tapped his lips, as one does when letting in on a great secret. |
"Oh, I may yet, my dear and beautiful lady," he chuckled. "I may yet." |
Fate sometimes grants opportunities that are not calculated and incredibly certain opportunities lead to unexplored paths. |
For Luz and Amity, one of these paths led to the most hidden corners of the Boiling Isles, right in the center of the spine of the Titan now dead for four years, in a cave dug naturally in his marrow, the two young witches would never have imagined that they had found something they thought had been exhausted for centu... |
A pool of Titan Blood located at the base of a rise within the cave. |
Even though the Titan had been dead for years and the blood had lost the ability to fuel the magic of the glyphs, the ability to lead to other worlds was far from gone. |
And Luz and Amity found out in a very unpleasant way. |
An unexpected event, a seismic shock that made the cave tremble and the stalagmites on the ceiling vibrate, breaking, falling like lethal spikes on their heads. |
It was thanks to the young human witch's quick reflexes that she prevented herself and her girlfriend from being overwhelmed and killed by the falling rocks. |
Unfortunately, however, what awaited them was an abrupt fall into the void and straight into the pool of Titan's Blood, now sent to a distant and unknown world. |
Drip drip drip. |
The incessant sound and cold, wet feeling of the rain gave Amity a rude awakening, causing her to jump and sit upright, a slight headache rumbling in her forehead. |
With a groan she placed a hand on it, her purple hair now wet from the rain sticking to her eyebrows making her feel uncomfortable. |
She looked around, noticing that she was in a different place, her body lying in the grass and mud while the dimly lit surroundings due to the dense clouds were immediately illuminated by a flash of lightning and a loud thunder, showing for a second to her eyes full of concern and confusion the figure of her girlfriend... |
She immediately snapped at her, approaching her girlfriend's bedside and carefully picking her up, shaking her a little to wake her up. |
"Luz! Luz! Please wake up!", she exclaimed in a worried and scared tone. |
The young human moaned, opening her eyes with difficulty and then covering them weakly with a hand to protect herself from the rain. |
"Mmm... sweet potato?", asked Luz, recognizing the witch's voice. |
"Yes, yes! It's me!", Amity replied, hugging her and holding her shoulders. |
"Mm, what happened?" Luz asked with another tired moan. |
"I don't know, all I remember is that we fell into the void and-", the witch replied only to be interrupted by her girlfriend who perked up. |
"The Titan's Blood! Oh damn! I threw us both there not even knowing what could have happened! I'm a real idiot!" she exclaimed. |
Amity parted her lips slightly, looking at her with concern and gently cupping her face in her hands. |
"No, don't say that, you saved me, if it hadn't been for you I would have been crushed in the rubble by now" |
Upon hearing this Luz's gaze became more mortified, with a quick movement she pulled her into a tight hug while buring the face in Amity’s neck. |
The latter gave her a sympathetic look, rubbing her back and whispering reassuring words to her ears. |
"I think we'll have to look for shelter now, there's a building here... we'd better go in before we catch a cold," the witch proposed a few moments later. |
Luz nodded silently, breaking the hug but holding her girlfriend's hand before getting up again. |
They approached the dilapidated building which, upon closer inspection, they could see was a chapel. |
Stepping through the rotting and half-destroyed wooden doors, Amity created a ball of light to illuminate the path. |
The interior was spacious and dilapidated, a long rectangular room with a dozen rows of destroyed or dusty wooden benches leading to a bare altar where there were broken glass windows. |
On the sides of the walls there were windows barred with wooden boards, except for one, the fifth of the seven on their left, which slammed due to the strong wind, producing a sinister noise. |
A heavy aura of uneasiness emanated from the place, causing Amity to look fearful, something Luz noticed. |
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