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Shadowheart grabbed a pillow and threw it at her. "What do you mean my moment is up ? Get out!! " The pillow bounced off the woman’s shoulder, without eliciting a reaction. |
Lae’zel looked down at the improvised weapon and then at the cleric. "Again, you seem determined to confuse me." |
"Confuse you??!" Where does she get the nerve? This is why we always used to fight, I swear it’s like we’re not living in the same reality!! Shadowheart sneered. "Why did you kiss me?" |
"Because you asked." |
"I didn’t-" Shadowheart pinched the bridge of her nose. "Why did you want to kiss me?" |
Lae’zel looked at her like she might be the village idiot. "I wish to take you, if that is not obvious. You saved my life. You’re no simple healer, but a mighty scion of your goddess. You make my neck hairs stand on end, and your scent drives me to madness. Your spear skill is absurdly lacking, yet your hands wield the lethality of a kith’rak all the same. I wish to feel their power inside of me, and I wish to know the pleasure of being inside you . If your mind is burdened, I wish to make it blank." |
Insideinsideinsideinside insideinsi- . The cleric reeled from the answer, feeling as if she’d taken a flurry of blows right to her chest; her thighs quivered and her sex felt like it had sprung a leak, "Just stop! Stop talking. I need time to think ." The gith was a couple feet away and it was like the words alone were fucking every bitter thought out of her head. |
The gith slinked toward her, sitting so that their knees were almost touching, and sniffed the air. With devastating elegance she then leveled her with a heady, dark and lustful glare. "I can smell you, Selunite. What is there to think about? You so clearly tremble for my touch." |
The question, scathing as it was, was made without any apparent judgment, only a clear, absolutely insane confidence and genuine curiosity. She wasn’t wrong. And it was not exactly hard to imagine oneself fucking someone who looked like Lae’zel. Shadowheart had already done it once while they still hated each other. Maybe thrice since then. She was certainly doing it right now. |
"...You said that you noticed that I have changed." |
The gith’s expression screwed up in further confusion, but she endeavored to respond anyway. "Yes. Happiness no longer eludes you." Lae’zel’s hand cupped her jaw. "But you are still as exhausting as ever." |
"So..." the half-elf fidgeted, biting her lip."You don’t think I’m boring now. Bland? Are you wanting to take me like Wyll so that I can follow you around like some-" She couldn’t meet her gaze. "-Some sick puppy?" |
"Tsk’va!!!" The grip on her jaw tightened slowly, like a vice. "You will always be an off-puttingly opaque, petulant, confusing little istik. But now you are more. We are more. If you were not still so foolish, you would have never doubted yourself over the words of a fickle-hearted, half- ghaik that insists on caressing our enemies with those woeful kitchen knives and the strength of a piglet!!" |
Lae’zel rose slightly to lean over the elf, her lips almost brushing against hers as she spoke. "You are now more than a sentient wound. More than a dutiful little cleric. You are poison and the cure, and I would taste it all." The gith’s chest rose and fell silently as she took measure of the cleric for what felt like several minutes. |
Shadowheart for her part felt like she’d been backhanded by a dragon. Her thoughts ran away from her as she peered into the gith’s mesmerizing eyes, her pain battling against the other woman’s declarations and this time losing entirely. As Lae’zel released her grip on the woman’s face and sat back, the cleric couldn’t help but steal a peek at the woman’s pants. |
It was almost comical if not so mind numbingly hot , the way her well-kept secret pressed upwards, straining for release as the gith regarded her with practiced neutrality despite the deep almost purple blush staining her visage... and the small darkening patch on her trousers. Closer to her knee than her hip. But, lightheaded as she was, it was not time to address the... Hollyphant in the room. As Shadowheart sorted her feelings, she was accosted again by images of herself and the gith. This ridiculous woman who made her feel so free... to be all that she was. The woman could almost feel the gith reaming her within an inch of her life. But she wanted to...needed to... |
"I... I just need a little time. This is... I feel-" |
Lae’zel growled shortly in her chest. "I am loathe to admit when I have misread a situation, but I am more than my pride." The gith murmured, her restraint evident. "We have wasted valuable resting time. I will leave you to it." |
Shadowheart opened her mouth but could only watch dumbly as the gith rose and left her tent. The cleric waited there, her body now one giant molten heartbeat, half-hoping the gith would reappear and turn her into paste. But she did not. This was somehow, all at once, so much less and yet so much more than her desire had been for Tavlin. The drow had felt like an anchor, her want for them like sailing over calm seas, with cool winds - the depths endless, the expanse unknown. |
This...whatever it was... was like a forge in the summertime, and she was the metal. Lae’zel the blacksmith, heating and cooling and molding....she did not know what was happening or what she was becoming but she was so very compelled to bend. |
The cleric collapsed onto her bedroll, feeling sweaty and unmoored. She was totally outdone. Lae’zel wanted her. All of her. The light and the dark. |
This whole time she had been trying so desperately to change her personality. She’d been terrified that Tav would leave her if she acted like the lost Sharran girl who had almost killed the Nightsong in her stupidity. |
Yet here was Lae’zel, the woman she’d tried to assassinate in her bed, asking to taste her poison. |
As her hand slid into quivering depths, the image of Tav that had haunted her lust flickered once and melted away. |
When she came for the first time in weeks, she gasped out a new name. |
She’d already let her mind and then her heart take turns sitting in the carriage driver’s seat. For now she was content to let her body take the lead. |
And her body wanted to accept Lae’zel’s offer. But it wanted more than that. She did not want to be just one of Lae’zel’s many conquests. She did not want to simply be taken. She wanted to bathe her in affection and gratitude and appreciation, like a Selunite. |
But - perhaps most of all - she wanted to leave an indelible mark on the gith. Like a Sharran. |
Maybe, just maybe... she’d found someone who could handle it all. |
The morning arrived to find most of the hungover band of adventurers still sleeping from whenever they’d crawled back from the Elfsong. Gale, who must have practiced a bit more piety than the others, was already up cooking a hearty Waterdeep breakfast to put them all back to rights. After all, they had spent a lot more time than usual resting... though the trip to the circus had actually ended up being a significant cultist clean-up effort. |
They needed to get back at it before Gortash made another move. |
Despite her unplanned and very vigorous nighttime routine and a frankly concerning amount of alcohol, this fact had Lae’zel up and at the table. Her hand held her head up as the pounding in her skull competed with the ache in her loins to make her more miserable. |
She did not notice at first when a certain half-elf settled next to her, nor did she notice the way her eyes hungered like Netherese weave. Lae’zel had a few seconds of being blissfully unaware of the woman’s presence altogether until a soft hand slid over her thigh, an evil prodigal pinky grazing gently over her womanhood. |
Lae’zel’s free hand gripped the table until it looked like it might begin to splinter as she whipped toward Shadowheart with the intensity of a thousand comets. |
The Selunite’s face was softness and serenity, even as she began to stroke the woman’s cock through her pants in earnest. The elbow of her free arm rested on the table, and she leaned on her fist as she smiled cheerily at the gith. Only her eyes conveyed the depths of her sadistic want. |
"Good morning." She soothed. "I hope you slept well." |
Lae’zel said nothing, her bewilderment unflinching as she grasped the cleric’s supple thigh, nails biting into her skin, and pulled their hips flush on the bench. |
Shadowheart bit her lip to keep from yelping, but did not remove her own hand. |
"Slept well-?!!" The gith croaked as her eyes flicked from the cleric’s serene expression to her own lap. She tightened her grip on the woman’s thigh in indignation, making the cleric bite her lip a little harder. "I-! You-!." |
"Hey!" Gale, who had his back to them, reprimanded them as he continued cooking. "A little early for thinly veiled contempt, eh? I’ll be done soon. Save it for the field." |
"He’s right. We should focus on the tasks at hand," Shadowheart reflected seriously, nodding her head. Her fingers danced up from the rapidly hardening member to the waistband of the gith’s pants. |
Lae’zel grasped her wrist, eyes blazing, as she scrutinized the elf for an answer. Shadowheart was the picture of innocence. But her eyes were still conveying the same message as the fingers that were dipping underneath her waistband to lightly scrape at the skin beneath. |
"Tchak’i..." The word came out as less of a word and more of a gutteral utterance as the gith’s hand whipped under the cleric’s dress and slipped into her underwear to find that the other woman was drenched beyond what they could contain - if not for her dress she would have likely left evidence on the wood. Shadowheart leaned into her then, whispering in her ear. |
"Alriiight, ladies! Thank you for your patience." Gale turned to face the table. "Breakfast is..." |
The table was empty as if they had never been there. |
The man scratched his head. Where had they got off to? He wondered if he should be concerned, if this were perhaps the time when they finally really did try to kill each other. He took a bite of cooked sausage. |
"Ah. Probably not!" |
Shadowheart had not known what to say to Lae’zel. "I’m sorry’ wasn’t quite right, and her pride would not allow her to ask the Githyanki to make another offer. No, history had shown that there was one way she could always count on the warrior to do what she wanted. Reborn as she may have been, the gith would never truly be above provocation. |
Now, as the gith held her dress above her ass, pressing her face into the wall, she was sure she had made the right choice. |
Shadowheart was panting. "What... what about Karlach?" She whispered as the gith looked through the cracks in the wooden door. |
"She is-" the gith continued untying her pants with one hand. "Dancing." |
"I don’t want her to hear us!" The elf complained, hiding the dark grin spreading across her face. |
The gith growled, "My patience grows ever thinner, I will take what is mine whether she hears it or not. Had you given into your desire when we were alone, perhaps we would not be in this position." Shadowheart gasped as the gith punctuated her sentence by cupping her dripping cunt. |
"Just.. wait a moment." |
Lae’zel was quiet for a moment before she smacked her ass so loudly Shadowheart genuinely worried that someone would kick the door down to see if someone had died. "Wait!" She begged in a breath, even as she leaned further into the wall. |
"Can I just... look at it first?" |
"Look at what?" |
Shadowheart was no prude, not by a country mile, but she could only point at the quite visible bulge in Wyll’s pants. Unless the warlock had given her his cock too, she wanted an explanation. |
Lae’zel tilted her head but finished loosening the pants, she was not wearing any underwear , and pulled out a veiny, throbbing Githyanki dick. |
Like a moth to flame, the cleric found herself leaning over it. It was dark green at the base, as were her balls, and lightened into a glistening pink at the head which was dribbling with need. All along its length it was ribbed with fleshy little rounded nibs.. As it twitched, the cleric could also see that the woman’s balls did not hang freely, but were instead embedded in the gith’s...labia? |
Shadowheart’s mouth suddenly felt parched. The cleric was at once a desert and an oasis. Terrible, aching, thirst and hot, bubbling, water, all for... Lae’zel . "Do... do all Githyanki women have both?" |
"No, though I am not sure why it matters. The histories tell us that this privilege is only bestowed on the akliri , the blessed of Vlaakith, to spread her seed across the planes. We may breed or be bred, all for the propagation of our people. It is the only gift I am glad to keep. It would be inconvenient to have to worry about impregnation every time I wish to have sex." |
"...I see." It was in fact, the only thing that she could see at all. She shook her head, remembering her ploy. She was more than sure her plan would work now, with all she had to work with. "Can we please wait until everyone is eating?" |
"We all could have eaten, istik, had you not roused me before my eyes were fully opened. The time for please has passed. It is now time for breakfast." The gith mockingly intoned. She gently threaded her fingers in the woman’s hair before tugging on it, leading the cleric to her knees. "I will watch for intruders. You will...-" The Githyanki woman held out her cock and rested it on Selunite lips. "-open." |
Shadowheart sat back on her knees and gingerly ran her fingers alongside the length of her, as Lae’zel’s gaze bore down on her expectantly. |
It would be so deliciously easy to simply submit. But she couldn’t- not yet. She did not know what this was with Lae’zel, but it would be different this time. Her voice wavered, "You are not watching the door if you are looking at me." |
The gith narrowed her eyes and shifted to look through the cracks. "And you are opening your mouth , yet my c-" The woman almost lost her balance as the cleric grasped her cock, pushing it against her stomach, and licked curiously at her slit instead. Her hand was once again in the woman’s hair, dragging her inward as the elf’s tongue played against her entrance. Her attention was back on Shadowheart in an instant. |
"Why are you-?" The cleric retreated, as much as the grip on her hair would allow. "Again you stop!" The gith's expression was growing increasingly frenzied. |
"You are not. Watching. The door." The cleric sulked, licking her lips. |
Shadowheart regarded her coolly, though she expected more fight. To her surprise the gith, who was again painted in the lightest dusting of a blush, turned back to the door. |
"Do you really care so much what the others will think?" Lae’zel blinked. "Or are you just worried that Tavlin will see you?" |
Shadowheart responded by caressing the gith’s pussy with two fingers as she licked, long and languid, up her turgid dick. The hand on her head faltered - the gith having to brace herself against the doorway. |
The fingers slipped in then, as the cock was tipped into the cleric’s waiting mouth. The Selunite’s tongue swirled around the head, as she fingered the gith who was now struggling to keep her eyes open , much less on the outside world. It had been some time since she’d had to multitask like this, and never on the same person, but work was easy when it was fun and she had the dexterity to pull it off. She slid her mouth along the straining cock, sucking at it gently, peppering it with kisses, as she gradually increased her pace within. |
"You have not vexed me like this since you... were...." The gith trailed off, eyes fluttering closed, leaning her forehead onto the door. "I want to look at you." |
The cleric moved to lick the woman’s tip, her fingers keeping a steady pace with her thrusts, brushing at the gith’s most sensitive spot, deep within her canal. |
"Cleric..." She groaned, her head now fully resting against the door, sweat beginning to drip down her face as her hips buckled against the fingers inside of her. |
The half-elf took her into her mouth then, redoubling her efforts as she added a third finger. The woman sucked lazily as she lavished the underside of the woman’s cock with her tongue. It shouldn’t feel like this to suck off someone else, but it did. Shadowheart willed herself to fight against the tightening coil of her impending orgasm. Her heart beat into her throat and she wondered if the gith could feel it. |
Lae’zel chased the cleric’s mouth and fingers with her hips, her knees feeling weak, but pumped air as the mouth was taken away. |
"Has everyone gone to the breakfast table?" The cleric guessed that the pink, glistening skin on the extreme underside of her cock - that bridged the gith’s genitalia - might be particularly sensitive, and flattened her tongue against it. |
The gith gasped and bowed her head, eyes still closed, voice cracking. "I do..I do not... know." |
"Would you like to look at me?" |
The gith’s eyes squinted open with some great effort and she peered through the cracks again. "...Yes." |
Shadowheart did not know which question she was answering but figured the gith had listened well enough. The trap was set. It was too late, and she refused to cum just from servicing Lae’zel their first time. "Then look." |
As the cleric spoke it, she gorged herself on the woman’s cock, now sucking with vigor, her fingers pressing relentlessly against the bundle of nerves inside. She waited a moment longer than she needed to before regarding the gith with the full intensity of her wanton intentions. She was rewarded by a look so devastatingly furious, incredulous, and needy that she almost came. |
But as planned, the gith was going to first. Hard. |
The green woman pushed at her head, "If you don’t stop I’m going to-." her words were clipped, halted as she felt the cleric continue with renewed intent. |
The cleric hummed as she pulled back so that she was only suckling at her tip, cheeks hollowing as she dragged out the warrior’s orgasm and drew every last drop into her mouth. From the feel on her fingers, she was going to get 2 for the price of one. |
" Mother Gith. " The warrior bellowed, all precaution thrown to the wind as she grasped the back of the cleric’s head, driving jagged little thrusts into the sinful orifice. |
Shadowheart could not breathe, and she did not care. The flavor was of wild honey, earth, and underripe fruit. She wanted every drop. |
Lae’zel’s hands fell to her sides as her hips slowed and it seemed her entire body was teetering on collapse, empty. She slipped out of Shadowheart’s mouth and with an annoying amount of grace, sank to one knee and then onto her back. |
The cleric smiled like the canary that ate the cat. "Well. Did you li-" |
"Silence." She lifted a weak finger into the air and spoke in hot, measured breaths. "When I awake, I am going to break you... And then I am going to fold you in half-." |
Shadowheart put her hands on her hips. "You think you’re going to get to sleep? After all your talk?" |
The gith waved her away. "-I had heard it was possible to achieve a two-fold orgasm, but I dared not believe an istik was capable. You are truly a testament to your species." Her eyes slid closed. "Now shut your mouth - I did not... rest well... after I left you yesterday." |
The Selunite wondered if she’d been a bit too successful. "I guess I will have to handle myself," she announced flippantly. |
The gith did not say anything, but the cleric swore her limp dick twitched. Curious. |
With a shuddering sigh, the cleric straddled the prone woman, lifting her dress as she began rubbing at her swollen clit. |
Lae’zel huffed in irritation, her hand contorting angrily at her side. "Must you-" |
The cleric slipped the edge of her dress into her own mouth, biting down to keep it in place as she freed a hand to prop herself up on the gith’s chest. "You don't mind, do you?" The cleric did not wait for a a response as she slid back and forth, leaving a molten hot trail over perfectly textured flesh. |
She watched with joy as the gith’s face contorted, her eyelids crushed shut. |
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