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The dress fluttered down over them. "Still resting?" The cleric panted, lifting off just enough to slide a hand over the woman's dick and move it flat against her stomach. She groaned in pleasure as she slid her cunt against it directly, feeling it harden between her lower lips. |
The gith’s head popped up then, eyes burning with fury, as the gith automatically grabbed at her waist. "You torturous, impatient, little imp!" Her hands clambered for the cleric’s ass as she sat up, gripping and spreading the cleric apart to engulf her cock completely as she humped it. |
"I will give you what you beg for." She used her grip to angle the cleric up, and rose to slide herself in, to the hilt, before removing one of her hands and wrapping it around the cleric’s throat. She glowered at the offending woman who was still regarding her with that obscene innocence. |
"I will devour you." |
The gith pulled out completely before grinding herself back in abruptly, a sodden sound greeting her, knocking the cleric breathless. |
Shadowheart’s body went slack as her mind emptied of all coherent thought and she came. Her eyes rolled back and she held the gith’s wrist at her neck, unable to hear the ambient nonsense pouring out of her own mouth. |
The gith grit her teeth as the cleric squeezed and pulsed around her. " Now , you cum." She rolled them over, pressing Shadowheart into the cold pavement as she entered her again and immediately thrashed against her, starting a merciless pace as she dragged out the cleric’s orgasm. "You will receive the same mercy you have given me Selunite ." |
She lifted the elf’s lower back off of the ground, fucking her with reckless abandon from a crouched position as she hoisted her from the waist. |
Shadowheart caught her legs over the woman’s shoulders, savoring the burning in her arms as she fought to meet the gith in the air. She had hardly finished cumming before the angle of the gith’s cock was perfectly prising her in twain again. She’d known from the kiss, from the way her body had reacted, that the gith would be a problem. With every passing thrust, she lost another shred of her sanity. Her moans not more than rattled gasps, her arousal nearing agony. The gith was so deep , her cock a heat seeking missile, its ribbed edges sliding against the loci of her pleasure shooting shockwave after shockwave of pure rapture into every nerve in her body. Her head lolled against the floor as she let out a breathless little laugh. There was something... someone... that her brain kept trying to recall, but there was nothing but Lae’zel. |
The gith, however, was starting to lose her pace. Initially, she had simply wanted to rally her traveling companion. Then she’d wanted to bed her, to give both of them some much needed release. Now though - she wanted to obliterate every one of her misgivings, her anxieties, and every lingering thought of anyone fucking else from the elf’s head. She was beyond rationality, comradery. Her every impulse echoing: mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. |
But she had made a terrible miscalculation. |
The elf’s pussy was somehow even worse than her mouth. Even as Lae’zel bucked furiously into the woman she felt herself unraveling far, far too quickly. It was her own fault. Last night she had tried to drink away her desire, only to then find herself completely unable to finish herself off. On top of that, the cleric proves almost too much for her to bear, and she was even more tightly wound than she had been before they’d started. Her eyes focused in a moment of clarity and as she took in the sight of the cleric, panting, sighing, her flushed skin, hair clinging to her wet cheeks, that devakin smile like she was giving her a gift, all while she raged inside of her. Her heart leapt. She was lost....and she was about to cum again . |
"Tsk’va!!" She wanted to pull out, but struggled against the warm, succulent hold the cleric had on her. |
"Release...me...before I.." She grunted, pulling the woman off of her as gently as she could and shuffling backwards. The gith felt... embarrassed... |
It took a moment for Shadowheart to catch her breath and return to her body, but once she did she rose and then stood on wobbling legs. "We are not finished." The feeling of having complete satiation stripped from her so suddenly filled her with irritation. |
"Insatiable demon!" The gith growled as she watched the Selunite approach, "Give me a moment or I will be finished for the both of us." |
Shadowheart gathered her strength and pressed a foot to the gith’s chest guiding her back to the floor before settling between her legs. With that awful serene smile she pushed the gith’s sinewed legs up to her chest and then outward, and again settled herself over her cock, keening as she felt it pressing against her entrance. |
Her cunt swallowed Lae’zel’s cock greedily as she sat down onto it, immediately saturated with bliss. Experimentally she rose, before slotting herself again, searching for the perfect angle as she began to slowly ride the gith. She was fucking her now. |
The gith’s back arched as the cleric let gravity ease her cock in and out, bouncing against her at a cruelly slow pace. "Gods... damn... you." She lifted her arm to grasp at the woman, but instead hooked it around her thigh, the embarrassment overwhelming but incredibly satisfying. She had been...defeated. |
"More..." The warrior murmured as she looked away, face burning. |
Shadowheart felt her heart melting alongside her innards. She leaned over the gith and kissed her and felt tentative clawing at her back as their lips and tongues tangled and soothed. With glee, she slapped her cunt against the gith’s dripping sex as she tumbled them both toward completion. A part of her wondered if it would be so easy to snatch the reins in their next rendezvous - if only to see this side of Lae’zel again - but for now she would enjoy inflicting every twisted, happy, appreciative, and lustful emotion she had on the exhausted Githyanki. This is what she had said she wanted, after all. She broke from their kiss. "Say please." |
The gith responded by biting at her neck with all the fervor she could muster, legs wrapping around the Selunite as she clawed at her back and yanked at her braid. |
Shadowheart’s body spurred and she found herself increasing her pace, slamming down onto the gith as the teeth relented and she pressed their foreheads together. |
"Please..." The gith choked out around a moan as she began meeting her lover’s hips. |
The gith’s added effort pushed Shadowheart over the edge, the gith’s cock rubbing relentlessly at her depths as she came. Lae'zel watched her open mouthed as the edges of her vision blurred. |
"Off.." The gith groaned, seeing her end nearing. "I cannot...stop it..." |
In a haze the cleric slid herself off of the gith’s cock just as she came in long, sporadic spurts. Lae’zel’s whole body twitched and stuttered as she seized, before every ounce of vigor she held dissipated. The gith fought to catch her breath as she stilled, groaning as her lover adjusted to let her legs make contact with the floor. |
Shadowheart fell onto the floor next to her, the room silent as they caught their breath. As the blood began circulating away from her erogenous zones and the post-coital bliss fizzled out, the cleric found herself buzzing with nerves. She wasn't sure she had ever had sex with someone like that before. Sure it had been her intention to take the gith, but she had done so in order to keep herself from getting carried away. |
As she hesitantly looked toward the woman who she'd expended all of her frustrations with, she was very aware that she had not only been carried away but had welcomed the tides. |
Quickly, her nerves grew into full-blown mortification, and she wished more than anything that the gith would growl at her, threaten her, something... so she didn't feel so totally exposed. |
Seconds that felt like hours passed as she watched the gith's chest rise and fall and wondered if she would lose her chance at answers because her lover fell asleep. |
"So..." she breathed, nearly flinching at the sound of her own voice. "That was-" |
"Incredible." The awe in the woman's tone was potent even as her eyes remained closed. |
Shadowheart was blushing again as she prodded greedily for more, "Then... you enjoyed yourself? It was... adequate?" |
"Shka'keth..." Lae'zel sighed. "Do not insult yourself. For all my estimations, I did not even get to drink of your pleasure before you drained me dry. I was fully unprepared for this. For you." |
The cleric flipped onto her side toward the gith, wincing as the waning adrenaline revealed a dull ache in her back, neck, and tongue... a lingering fullness between her thighs. She traced circles on the gith's stomach as she admired her resting form. |
Long lashes, likely intentionally evolved to prevent debris. Her silly proud nose. The height of her cheekbones. The angle of her eyes...her full, red lips. Shadowheart was kissing her again before she knew it, almost irritated at the tingle that lit up in her overwrought loins from the unassuming peck. The gith was definitely a problem. A huge problem. Best relax a bit. |
She pulled away with a smirk. "I suppose I enjoyed myself as well. It was... nice... to let loose with someone I know can keep up." And who’s strong and honest, and sexy, and weird, and mean, and funny, and terrible, and ...addicting. |
Tav had been a great friend, and a good lover. But the truth was that they had never made her feel like this- act like this. She was not sure that anyone had. It would not be enough to just go along with whatever Lae'zel wanted, to subject herself to her whims...though she certainly hoped to perhaps later that night. She wanted to test the sharpness of her edges, and the flexibility of her softness where they were welcomed, honored, encouraged. Just standing next to the woman made her feel more powerful. |
She was still figuring out how she felt about the gith, what she wanted this to be, but she knew at least what her body did. And she was happy. Truly happy. |
"I doubt that I could keep up with you on your way out of here, Shadowheart, as I cannot feel my legs." The gith placed her hand overtop the one on her tum. "I should feel...humiliated... ashamed of the way you incapacitated me.. It was like my body was not my own. But I would have you again, and again. The silver dagger that shatters the steel sword. Jhe’stil. She brought the hand to her lips. "I wish to whet my blade against yours. Do you want the same?" |
Shadowheart was on top of her in an instant. "Yes." |
The gith exhaled deeply as the woman descended on her lips once more. "Zhak vo’n zeiit duj. Source of my madness." |
Shadowheart was naturally the first to make it back to the breakfast table. The other’s finished their food and conversations without taking much notice of the cleric as she filled her bowl. |
And then Lae’zel appeared, face darkened, looking like she’d lost her soul in some faustian bargain. |
Tav noticed her immediately. "Are you okay?" |
The gith responded with a withering glare as the others also took notice of her with varying degrees of concern. With what almost looked like a smirk, she snatched a sausage off of Wyll’s plate and turned around. Tav watched her with suspicion as she shuffled away, wobbled a bit before righting herself, and disappeared into her tent. |
Astarion was the first to speak. "Oh dear. Is she alright?" He waved a hand. "I mean it is normal for her to want to kill someone for looking at her, but she seems a bit worse for wear." |
"I do not intend to give anyone away... but it does seem like a certain someone may have hit her with a ray of enfeeblement?" Gale mused, pointedly toward Shadowheart - the primary suspect. |
The cleric swallowed her food and met the accusation with a smile. "Guilty." She bit into an orange. "It's unlikely she'll recover before we all head out for today. |
Gale frowned, "Would it be so impossible for the two of you to simply talk it out, rather than incapacitating one another?" He crossed his arms and murmured to himself. "As it is not a curse, I cannot even remove it-" |
"I can watch over her." Wyll chimed in, examining his plate, not noticing Shadowheart's expression falter. "She will likely need care, which is not my area of expertise, but someone should-" |
Minthara groaned. "Let the child do it. If a soldier caused an asset to fall in battle, it is their responsibility to amend it. Now let's be about it and end this pointless conversation... Unless she is too craven to own up to her mistakes." |
Shadowheart searched her heart but couldn't dredge up a single ounce of hostility for the Drow. She was too damned happy. "What can I say but that you're right." |
Tav whipped their neck from Minthara to the cleric, having already prepared to break up a vicious parlay. |
Was Shadowheart really so genteel? They considered that it might be so, from her new path as a Selunite and her past days spent in prayer. But to agree to play caretaker for Lae'zel?? It beggared belief. They woman was really too agreeable for her own good. |
They had intended to check on her but it didn't seem to be a good time. They considered doing it anyway as they watched her pile a bit more food onto the bowl and walked towards Lae'zel's tent... |
The bard dropped their fork as their eyes caught on the cleric's exposed back and the litany of red, angry scratches. |
"Hey, wait a second!" They jogged up to the woman without a second thought. |
Shadowheart turned toward them reluctantly at the sound of their voice, with obvious impatience. |
"Hey I uh..." the bard was not expecting such a frigid reception after that deferent display but soldiered on. "I saw the-," they gestured backwards, "-cuts on your back... did...Lae'zel..." the half Drow was peering over the cleric for a hint of acknowledgement but may as well have made an analogy to a brick wall. |
"Did Lae'zel...?" |
They scrambled for words, which made them flustered. "I mean, if she ambushed you from behind you could tell everyone that you didn't... uh..-," still nothing, "Attack her unprovoked." |
Shadowheart tilted her head. "She didn't ambush me." |
"But then why do you...? How did you...?" The bards ears caught fire as they finally read something in the elf's expression. The bard ran permutations and mathematical models to make sense of the placement of the scratches and when the answer slunk into their head their blue skin turned white. |
"So.. you..." They shook their head and coughed, suddenly uncomfortable. "I'll..hm.. let you get to it." |
The Selunite grinned. "Thank you. Please tell Minthara I said thank you for her wisdom-" she twirled on her heels, braid nearly slapping the Drow in the face and exposing a hickey the size of a peach- "I'll be sure to take responsibility in every way I know how." |
Rose watched as the makeshift barge carrying what was left of that poor tiefling woman floated off and began to sink further down into the waters of the river. With a silent prayer to the gods, Rose began making her way back to shore, stopping where the water reached her knees. |
Had she really....had she done that? There had been so much blood on her hands, on her clothes. She couldn’t remember any of it before she came back to herself, standing over the corpse. The girl’s neck had been snapped at such a sharp angle, the skin on her limbs flayed. Just gathering what was left of her to bring her for a water burial had been enough to make her stomach flip and nearly wretch. It couldn’t have been her doing. |
Rose wrapped her arms around herself and squatted down into the cold water of the river; the bite of it grounded her in herself. Rose stared at the reflection of the moon on the water. Surely, she was not capable of such cruelty. She certainly couldn’t remember ever swinging first in a fight, let alone a slaughter like what had been done to the woman. Granted, there wasn’t much of herself she could recall to begin with. |
The others at camp didn’t seem to be as impacted by the tadpoles as she had been. They told stories around the fire of their lives, similar haunts, favorite shops in the city. If Gale mentioned that book shop one more time she would surely punch him. They had their entire lives intact, and Rose could only remember her name. Any time she tried to reach back beyond waking on the ship, there was just black static. From what she'd glanced of her reflections, she looked about 30 in human years and appeared to be elvish to some degree, she knew common, and she had an affinity towards the magic of the earth. She had a tattoo of a dagger on the inside of her wrist, another tattoo in what looked to be celestial across her sternum, and dozens of long faded scars crisscrossing her thighs. It wasn’t much to go off of. If she hadn't woken next to that cleric, who knows what would’ve become of her. Rose pressed the heels of her palms to her eyes. Perhaps if she pressed hard enough, the corpse would be removed from her memory too. |
There was the sharp crack of a branch breaking in the distance and Rose dropped her hands and snapped her head towards the shoreline. Her eyes focused on the silhouette of her companion, Astarion. His hair looked even paler in the moonlight. |
"Bit late for a swim, don’t you think?" Astarion said, tilting his head slightly, "Or was this an attempt at bathing gone dreadfully wrong?" Rose debated splashing him, or perhaps dragging his head under the water until the bubbles stopped floating upwards. She shook the thought from her head abruptly. |
"I ... had a night terror and went for a walk. I figured the cold water would help calm me down a bit." Immediately she felt a sharp tap behind her eye; Rose flinched at the abruptness of it. He wanted to see into her memories? Absolutely not. "Am I not entitled to some privacy?" Rose said, gritting her teeth. Astarion raised his hands defensively. |
"Forgive me for not immediately trusting your bizarre choice of seat. Are you planning on coming back to camp now, or were you going to attempt one of those "baths" I mentioned earlier?" said Astarion, crossing his arms across his chest. Rose rolled her eyes, and leaned herself backwards until her head disappeared under the water. She rested there under the surface, watching her hair float about her face. For a moment, she considered not reemerging, and staying there beneath the waves as the air would leave her for the last time. Imagine the look of horror on the smug elf’s face. She wouldn’t get to see it though. Rose sat back up, then rose to her feet and began making her way towards shore. Astarion grimaced as she approached. |
"You do realize those are supposed to include soap....and last a touch longer than that, yes?" He asked turning to keep pace with her. |
"You do realize I didn’t bring soap along with me when I left camp, yes?" Rose snapped back and continued, increasing her pace. Could she ditch him somewhere perhaps? There was still the mess back at camp to clean up. Astarion fell in step behind her. |
"Did you bring any with you to the camp in the first place?" He taunted. Rose spun on her heel to face him, her mass of wet hair slapping onto her shoulder. Astarion blinked as a few drops of water sprayed him. |
"No, I didn't think to grab any as I was fleeing a crashing ship. I will definitely keep that in mind next time though. If you were intending to bathe down there I certainly hope I didn't keep you from it either," she turned back and resumed her pace. Astarion's steps followed after her. Rose began mentally rehearsing her shocked face for when they came upon the scene. She could still squeak out ignorance and innocence, she was certain of it. |
The pair continued in silence making their way back to camp, Rose braced herself mentally to act surprised, yet the camp clearing ahead of her was spotless. There was no viscera, nor remnants of blood anywhere to be seen. |
"Oh, I forgot to ask, when you woke from that night terror of yours, was there anything...horrifically gory along the ground you noticed?" Astarion said smugly, walking past her into the clearing. "Any runes drawn in blood you noticed?" He turned and stared at her. Rose remained silent, not meeting his gaze. "No? Why that's certainly odd...and yet there you are.... Covered in blood. Whatever am I to think?" Rose glanced down at her shirt to see the water hadn't washed her clean like she'd hoped. Astarion stepped towards her, and leaned closer. |
"I would think that you should learn to clean your own messes more thoroughly, so perhaps you truly didn't seen anything. No one would leave a mess like that behind. And all our heads seem to be accounted for, so perhaps it was just a trick of the light when I saw you heading towards the river," a smile spread across his features. Rose felt a panic rising in her. |
"Yes, just a trick of the light," he said, walking past her towards his tent. Rose swallowed and stared after him. She'd been so certain she'd counted everyone as asleep while she set to work carrying the woman away. How had she missed him? Was he not in the camp? Rose furrowed her brow. |
"Oh, and Rose?" Astarion called back over his shoulder, "I do expect a "thank you" tomorrow evening. We'll discuss then " With that, Astarion ducked into his tent. |
Rose spent the next day with half of her mind preoccupied. What on the Material did Astarion want from her as a "thank you’? Why would he help her cover up her crime as he had? He wasn’t doing it out of a compassionate understanding that she had some kind of psychotic break last night. She was pretty sure he still held a grudge against her for not freeing him from his pod on the Nautiloid. Lae’zel and Shadowheart also confirmed they hadn’t seen him while they were fleeing or Rose would’ve at least tried to help. He didn’t seem the sort to give without expecting something returned. That left leverage as a motivation. What was he hoping to gain from her? Perhaps he would just try to avoid heading out with them, as he had this morning while they divided up camp tasks. Astarion had asked to stay back to watch the clearing in their absence. |
Rose traveled with Gale, Lae’zel, and Shadowheart out to try to find this Githyanki Creche Lae’zel was certain would be able to cure them. The day passed by rather quickly, they found another survivor from the Nautiloid crash, Karlach, and told her to head back to camp. They did some foraging, some exploring, dreadfully little killing, and when the sun started setting they found their way back to camp. They were greeted by sounds of conversation and laughter, and Rose found the pair chatting over a fire. |
"Right, well I’m going to go get settled for the night," said Gale, dropping his pack next to the camp chest. "See you all for supper," he said, walking towards his tent. The other travelers followed suit, leaving Rose to approach the pair by the fire. Karlach turned and waved her over. |
"Thank you again for letting me camp with you guys," Karlach said, beaming. "It’s been far too long since I’ve been able to have a decent chat and a spot to rest that’s not actively on fire." Rose smiled. |
"It’s no trouble at all, but you are expected to earn your keep," Rose said, placing her pack near to the fire. "I’ve brought back what we could find to eat out there today, any chance you can cook?" She asked Karlach. Rose was avoiding even so much as looking at Astarion though she could feel him staring at her. Karlach nodded enthusiastically. |
"Oh of course! I just uh... well.... Like I said earlier I run a little hot. I’m afraid I’d probably burn the food before it even got into the pot." |
"Oh I’m sure Astarion can help, his hands are the cleanest currently," Rose said, smiling towards the elf. |
"Certainly cleaner than yours, though there is surprisingly little blood on them," Astarion smirked. For a moment, Rose thought only of pushing him backwards into the campfire and watching his flesh bubble as it burned. She swept the thoughts aside. |
"Astarion, please help her cook. Karlach, if he's unhelpful give him a hug until he cooperates," Rose said, turning towards her tent. |
She emerged several minutes later, to see the rest of the camp gathered around the fire. Gale was in the midst of another story about his friend Elminster as she made her way to the fire. |
"Hey Rosie, I was able to make a decent stew with what you brought back," Karlach said. |
"It smells delicious," said Rose, grabbing a bowl for herself and settling down into an open space between Gale and Shadowheart. "Was Gale name dropping his wizard friends again?" Rose asked, slurping some stew into her mouth. Shadowheart snorted. |
"He was actually, telling all about the last time he and Elminster had brunch together I think," Shadowheart laughed. |
"Oh no THAT would be a much more interesting story actually, would you believe he prefers to have his toast soaked in eggs and beaten cream, then fried? You should see him try to explain it to the chefs," Gale said between slurps of stew, "The last one ended up adding it to their menu after the fact. Said the effort made it more special." |
"I think I had something similar on one of the outer planes once," Lae’zel chimed in, "Their eggs were much more sour than the ones you consume here. They tasted closer to....what did you call that yellow thing we found?" Lae’zel asked, turning to Rose. |
"The lemon?" Rose asked. |
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