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Disclaimer: You know the rules: under eighteen or whatever legal age is
for dirty things whereever you are and you shouldn't be reading this;
like any of these disclaimers ever stop you, right? Bad youngsters, bad!
No animals were harmed in the writing of this, but I did order out for
chicken wings on a couple of occasions, okay?
Comments and suggestions are always appreciated. Just ask MerTarrant,
who pestered me to include a specific scene between our two heroines.
Done and I must say the story improved for the hard work involved in
making the scene fit! Thanks, MerTarrant! :)
Please, I do love making the readers happy, so even though I might not
use it, don't be afraid to send your more specific ideas and requests
in!
email me at: jashin@my-deja.com
Wraith Spider 3b: The Forgotten Idol
The two elven women stand only a stones throw from the ancient
temple, what once must have been a truly magnificent sight, it's people
dead long enough for that even elves don't remember who they were.
Somewhere inside is the information leading to the Eye of Sellyce, a
magical gem of great power...
"Yeah, much closer. Glad I'm not paying for you as a guide!" Alystin
smiles at her sylvan elf companion, fluttering her eyelashes prettily at
the pained expression she recieves from her lover.
"This way." Shaking her head, cracking a wry smile, Rhiannon
carresses the beautiful dark elf's cheek as she steps past. Heading to
their left, Rhiannon leads Alystin down the length of the wall, past
where it straigtens out, around the left wing of the temple. Rounding
the corner, they can see the entrance, a worn stone arch, short steps
leading up to the landing before it. Six pillars hold a heavy stone
canopy over the entry way.
"Y'know, something has been bothering me; why is the temple so far
from the city?"
"Maybe this used to be a place of power?" Rhiannon starts towards the
entrance. "I do know that the city is in a valley, you'd be able to see
that just beyond that treeline the groundlevel starts to drop."
Gesturing, she indicates the area immediately opposite the entry.
Alystin thinks she can see a bit more stone, like a free standing
arch or something, just inside the treeline. "Okay. Have you been in
here before?"
"Nope."
"Let me go first then; stone and shadows is my thing." Stepping past
Rhiannon, eyes roving carefully over the stone entry, looking for signs
of weakness, Alystin takes a first careful step inside the ancient
temple.
The late afternoon sun is over the other far end of the temple, so
barely any light is making it's way into the temple. Eyes adjusting to
the dark, Alystin edges in deeper, taking note of a sickly sweet scent
in the stagnant air, decay, she realizes. The interior of the temple
here is obviously an antechamber, fine arches marking halls to either
side, and a great arch across from her leading deeper into the temple.
Rhiannon follows Alystin in, nose curling at the smell, across what
must once have been a very beautiful room to the great arch. Both elven
women move with complete silence, soft boots not even making a scuffing
noise on the cracked marble floor.
Looking in to the next room, pitch black now, her eyes fully
adjusted, Alystin can now see quite clearly, although everthing is cast
in cool blue. Her excellent drow vision, gained from generations of
living underground, is able to pick out the broken forms of statues and
marble benches, even rubble and loose stones on the floor. Everything
but finer textures and subtle detail is still visible to her, despite
the large size of the room ahead. Another arch across this room leads to
a long wide hallway, old torch sconces visible as far down the hall as
Alystin can see. Turning, she looks at Rhiannon, the wood elf a warm
glow of red and orange against the cool blue stone of the temple walls.
Whispering, "Your eyes are...wow, Alystin, that's creepy!", Rhiannon
is stunned at the drow's eyes actually glowing in the dark, two small
glowing red orbs. Rhiannon herself is having a much more difficult time
seeing, her own vision optimized for the outdoors at night, not the
utter darkness of a cave. Still, she can see Alystin clearly enough, and
the walls and larger shapes well enough to avoid them easily.
Holding a finger up to her lips, Alystin whispers back to her,
"Shh...now follow me close, and try and step right where I do; there's
lots of loose debris all over the floor here."
Gingerly, each step carefully placed, Alystin leads Rhiannon across
the larger room, down into the hall. An even larger room seems to open
up ahead of them.
Heading out into the main hall, old marble benches, cracked and
chipped, line the way to either side. The hall is so large Alystin can't
see the other end. "It's supposed to be a relief at the back of the
hall, so it should be here, on one side of this hallway or the other."
"Doesn't it seem strange that they'd have a secret passage in the
main hall?"
"Yeah, I thought that, too. Maybe that's why they say no one has ever
found it; that and it's got a command word to open it. Let's try this
way first.", Alystin whispers, proceeding to check the right hand wall.
She's running her fingers over it genlty, trying to find the bas-relief
that should be carved into it. Only a couple feet in, her fingers feel
the shallow depressions of a carving. Working her way along until feels
she is about central to it, then whispers to the wall, "Klatu boronis
niktu."
Nothing happens.
"There's another here...they seem to be about eight feet on a side,
then there's another one..." Rhiannon has moved past her, and is
standing about ten feet past her, facing the wall.
Moving down to join her, Alystin tries the command words again, and
nothing happens. Gradually, the two elves make their way down the wall,
trying at each section. Finally, near the corner of the back wall, the
second last carving, Alystin says the words, and the relief shimmers
slightly, not casting any light or making any noise, but it seems to
disappear to her vision.
Rhiannon doesn't see this; her vision still sees the wall in front of
her. "Only one more left to try here."
"Hold on a moment..." Putting her hand into the space in front of
her, Altystin feels a very slight pressure, then her hand breaks through
feeling a strangely moist and warm air beyond. "The wall turned
illusory, Rhiannon; I can't even see it now, since it's not got
any...temperature any more."
"Whew...good, I was wondering how you stuck your arm in the wall! We
going through?"
"Yeah." Stepping through the non-existent wall, Alystin is almost
overwhelmed by the sudden warmth of the air. The passage back here is a
landing, about ten feet and then stairs down. Sconces on the wall seem
to have something in them, not the taper of a candle or a torch,
something like a 'T' with the bottom stuck into the wall. Taking a few
careful steps in, and the question is answered when the hall is suddenly
filled with a gradually brightening light, crystals in the sconces
flaring with a soft glow.
"Ahh! Fucking things..." Alystin covers her eyes quickly, the
suddeness of even this soft glow mildly painful.
Rhiannon has very little problems, though, her eyes adjusting to the
light almost as quickly as it brightens. Looking around her, she sees
the wall solid behind her, and carving on these walls, too. The carvings
here are odd though, not at all like the feel of the ones outside would
suggest, women standing high on a dais, men standing lower, seemingly
closer to the viewer than the women. "At least we might be able to
figure something out about what happened to these people from these
carvings."
After taking a moment to let her eyes adjust, Alystin continues,
looking at the walls momentarily, "Yeah...maybe the women here got the
right idea..." Reaching the stairwell, Alystin sees more sconces, all
flaring to life as the women descend the staircase.
The carvings on the wall continue to change, gradually the female
figures get more and more dominant, male figures reduced to more
subservient roles in each new image. Eventually, once Rhiannon and
Alystin have reached the bottom of the stairs, the male figures have
disappeared completely, and the pictures have begun to take on a
definate sexual overtone.
Reaching out to touch one, depicting various women in couples
touching, seductively, but nothing overt, Alystin turns and winks at
Rhiannon, whispering, "Yep, they totally got the right idea!"
"Right...", Rhiannon rolls her eyes, "Seriously, Alystin, can you
smell something? Kind of a faint sweet perfume?"
She stops for a moment, sniffing. She also notices she's starting to
perspire slightly, "Yeah...now that you mention it, like rotting flowers
kind of. It's warmer, too. Let's go, there's got to be something else
down here."
The passage continues, crystals still lighting as they venture
deeper. The marble carvings continue to change, sequentially, almost
like some kind of story. Near the end of the hall and the women in the
images are often disrobed, and engaged in everything short of actual
sexual acts with each other. Stopping just outside a room, still unlit,
Alystin looks to her sylvan companion questioningly, "You think that
maybe this stuff is some kind of history?"
"Could be, but then why is it hidden down here?"
"Yeah...some kind of prophecy, then? A dream? What if all the clergy
here where women? Did they dream of getting rid of the men entirely?
What if they did?! Then they all died out 'cause they couldn't have
children on their own?"
Rhiannon looks at her skeptically, "Why would they do something so
dumb?"
"Maybe whatever god this temple under here leads too promised them
they'd be able to have daughters together or something? Through some
ritual, say."
"And then the god didn't come through? Basically tricked them into
sacrificing their entire society?"
"Maybe...let's go. It's way to late anyway." Stepping into the room,
light flaring from the crystals dimmer, softer. The sweet smell of dead
flowers is stronger, spicier. Alystin is surprised at how well preserved
the room is, almost untouched except for a thick coat of dust over
everything. The furniture is fine, deep reds and purples, plush divans
and couches with fine dark wood trim. There are several freestanding
lamps, all with light emanating from the standard crystals, and
underfoot, a huge soft carpet, about two feet left of stone floor all
the way round. Tapestries are interspersed with the bas-relief, the
progression of the images halted, all of them showing women engaged
romantically. The entire setting is decidedly romantic, in fact, Alystin
decides.
Rhiannon puts a hand lightly on Alystin's shoulder, getting the dark
elfs attention. "Can you feel it? It's...I'm getting all...aroused
here..."
"Take it easy, it's got to be that perfume; something in the air."
she replies, taking Rhiannon's hand off her shoulder gently. "It hasn't
gotten to me yet, but drow are more resistant to poisons and magic."
There are three more exits from the room, and Alystin decides to head
simply deeper, crossing the thickly carpeted floor quickly. Rhiannon
follows close, noticing her own damp warmth, sweet arousal making her
perspire more.
Approaching the dark hallway beyond, Alystin sees something moveing
in the shadows at the last second! "Back!", she cries, holding her arm
out to stop Rhiannon and taking a step back just in time to avoid a
clawing hand reaching from the darkness!
A rotting arm lashes out again, followed quickly by the rest of the
zombies decaying corpse as the foul thing moans breathlessly. Rusting
plate armour hangs loose on the body, parts fallen completely off or
hanging on barely, holes and chunks missing entirely in the chainmail
undersuit.
Rhiannon steps around Alystin, swiftly drawing her twin swords, as
the zombie lurches forward, arms grasping desperately, far slower than
either of the elven women. Both swords strike out, so fast the zombie
seems to just fall to pieces on the floor, both legs and an arm missing.
It twitches for a moment, than the magic animating the corpse is
dispersed, and it lies still.
Another moan alerts the two women to another zombie, then two...
Two more zombies emerge from the dark hallway, one a dwarf in
crumbling armour, which would have been both sturdy and intricate once,
and the other a human or elf in tattered soft leathers. Both emerge
pawing for the more agile women, missing by miles.
Alystin hefts her battleaxe, finally having freed it from the way she
carries it on her back, and keeping her distance from the zombie she
steps sideways, slashing down and across. Both of the zombies arms fall
to the floor, and Alystin finishes the taller corpse with a sideways
slash going almost all the way through the soft decaying flesh.
Rhiannon makes short work of hers, her speed and agility keeping her
well away from the shorter arms of the dwarf zombie. Several fast cuts
with almost the very tips of her swords, and it falls to the floor,
unmoving.
Whiping the bits of rotten flesh and congealed blood off, Rhiannon
turns to Alystin, forgotten arousal coming back to her with the short
combat over. "Somebody else made it down here, anyway. Can't harldy
smell them though; must be that perfume."
"Yeah, but these guys were here recently; that armour is a new
design." Alystin points, indicating the first one they killed, "A
dwarven armourer and weaponsmith in Kresskeep, down south, near where
I'm from, makes it, but only came up with that design recently, like a
decade ago."
Rhiannon cocks her head, looking at Alystin like she's full of
complete shit, "And how the hell do you know that?"
"What?" Alystin looks at her innocently, "Seriously! I'm positive! I
buy my throwing daggers from Dekkard! He makes the best I've ever found!
Wait! Here...check it out, his mark should be on both this dagger and
the armour!" Taking one of her throwing daggers, Alystin hands it to
Rhiannon, "Here, right where my finger is; Dekkard's sigil."
Somewhat reluctantly, rolling her eyes, Rhiannon takes the dagger
from Alystin. She notes the sigil, dwarven for sure, all harsh
crisscrossing straight lines engraved with expert care into the base of
the blade. Kneeling, she looks a the armour, obviously just humouring
Alystin, "Where?"
"I don't...no...I think most armourers mark each peice. Probably on
the inside?"
"Right. This armour is way to far gone to be only ten years old. It's
dwarven steel, that's for sure, and that stuff lasts millenia." Gingerly
picking up a rusting but mostly intact shoulder plate, Rhiannon turns it
over, checking for the sigil; she finds it, a small engraving near one
of the rusting edges. Blinking in slight disbelief, she looks up at
Alystin, "You were right; here it is. How did you recognize it..."
"I've got a great memory; training. I just kind of remembered it
because Dekkard finished the first suit on a day I went in to get some
more knives. He was really proud and showed it to me."
"Showed it to you? Why? It's not like you'd wear a suit of plate,
would you?"
"No, but I've been buying knives and daggers from him for over fifty
years."
"Oh." Holding it by the blade, Rhiannon offers the handle of the
dagger to Alystin, still not sure she believes the drow. "Why don't we
get moving? I'm really feeling this...arousal; I'd like to get out of
here."
"I'm starting to get that feeling a bit, too." Taking her dagger
back, Alystin steps over the dwarven corpse, glancing down as she does,
"Millenia, hmm? Maybe something in here."
As Alystin steps past her, heading into the dark corridor, Rhiannon
notices a tear in Alystin's shirt, under her arm, "Wait, were you hit?"
"What? No, I don't think so. Why?"
"Here." Motioning forAlystin to raise her arm, Rhiannon pokes her
finger into the small tear.
Alystin's shirt tears more, effortlessly, as the drow twists to look.
"Hey! Watch it!"
"I didn't do anything!" Rhiannon shrugs, and there is a sudden
clatter on the floor immediately behind her! She turns to look, hand
reaching for her sword, and she sees the contents of her pack on the
floor at her feet.
Standing behind her, Alystin can see what has happened, "Shit, the
bottom of your pack is rotted out." Thinking quickly, Alystin flexes her
right arm, moving it in a big circle; her shirt tears at the shoulder,
the sleeve sliding part way down her arm.
Rhiannon turns back to face Alystin, watching as the drow peels the
sleeve all the way of, just the sight of the bare dark arm enough to
spike her arousal even more. "Something in here for sure. We better move
before we don't have anything left."
Alystin says nothing, she just nods, the expression on her face all
business, and turns into the corridor. A wave of arousal hits her as the
crystals in the passage flare to life, the light revealing another batch
of carvings on the walls. Scenes are now much more blatant, women
ingaged in full out sexual acts with each other. Each image is more
graphic and 'perverse' than the last, and by the end of the hall the
women in the pictures are utilising various interesting devices to
pleasure themselves or each other.
A short staircase leads into the next room, six steps down.
Carefully, Alystin steps into the room, again crystals begin to glow,
but brightening slowly, the center of the hexagonal room still in
shadows. The heat in here is almost unbearable, and sweat is pouring
down her face. Whipping her brow, she takes the next step down, and as
she moves her arm she accidentally bumps the handle of one of her belt
daggers. The rotted leather on the hilt falls away, and her belt snaps,
falling to the ground. Quickly grabbing for her breeches as they start
to slide down, and Alystin's hand comes away gripping a piece of cloth,
her pants piled loosely around her feet.
Rhiannon smiles at the sight of her lover naked from the waist down,
again, as Alystin turns to look at her, a wry expression on the dark
elf's face. "You really do have a hard time keeping your pants on, don't
you?" Rhiannon feels almost overwhelmed by the lust building inside her.
She is marvelling at her own self-discipline, distracted by this as
well, as she follows Alystin down the stairs.
Alystin steps out of her breeches, barely breaking stride to grab up
her belt. She turns to watch Rhiannon walk down the steps, drinking in
the sight of the sexy sylvan elf's walk. She smiles lustily when one of
Rhiannon's scabbards sways back, catching the hem of her soft breeches,
tearing the leg open. "Looks like you're only barely hanging on to yours
yourself..." Alystin flushes at the slim bare leg, the soft light in the
room seeming to pick out the faint greenish tinge of the sylvan elf's
pale skin.
"Ha ha. We'll be lucky to get out of here with anything on at all."
Rhiannon looks down at her torn breeches, lifting up her tunic causes it
to crumble, the leather seeming to have hardened with centuries of age.
Most of her leather falls away, just bits hanging over her shoulders and
upper chest, leaving her shiny elven mithril shirt underneath, hanging
to her upper thighs, as it should. Touching the chainmail, she looks
back up at Alystin, "Elven mithril is ageless; it can't rust or decay at
all...", her voice trails off, she is staring at something behind
Alystin...
Seeing the strange expression on Rhiannon's face, Alystin turns,
noticing the light in the room has brightened, maybe even becoming
better lit than the halls. Behind her Alystin finds a three foot high
statue, oddly shaped, it rests a few inches of the floor on a pedestal,
runes carved around the circumference. The statue itself is a textured
blob, flatter on top, but the most unusual feature is several dozen
protusions scattered almost randomly over it. These objects are mostly
short, seven or eight inches, a couple of inches thick, and bent and
twisted in odd ways. It is then that Alystin suddenly notices a foot
sticking out from behind the statue.
As she quietly moves around the statue to investigate, Alystin draws
a dagger from the belt in her hand, but the blade snaps as the sheath
falls apart...sighing, she reaches for her axe, but it falls away, the
harnesses rusted buckles giving out and taking what's left of her tunic
with it. She jumps back as the axe clatters to the ground, and draws her
kris. Hesitating, she glances at the dagger in her hand, and is relieved
to see the blade dark and weeping poison as it should.
Rhiannon moves up next to her, both swords in her hands, gleaming
blades unblemished in the still brightening room.
Before the two sweaty elven women lies the desicated corpse of
another woman, tatters of clothing and rusted chainmail lying about the
body.
"This one isn't moving..."
"Yeah.", Alystin agrees, turning to examine the statue up close.
"Goddess...take a look at this, Rhiannon, the whole thing is covered
with little naked women fucking!"
Rhiannon steps over one leg of the corpse, barely able to keep her
hand from Alystin's bare bottom. Checking over the statue herself, she
sees it is indeed covered with carvings of a lesbian orgy. Every inch of
the texture on the blob and the protrusions is an ever changing mass, no
part of the scene seems to repeat itself, of beautiful slender women
having sex.
"Hey, and there's writing on this pedestal." Alystin is down on one
knee, trying to decipher the odd runes. "It looks kind of elven,
actually...something about the gods dark eye, no wait...the dark god's
eye? Maybe...this is all messed! 'The Temple of the Eye'? The Grand
Temple in Sellyce? Aww...shit...something about a temple in the city,
and I think it's saying the Eye is there!"
Rhiannon notices something odd about the protrusion on top of the
statue, the small curved dome near the top seems to be broken.
Curiousity overwhelming her lust, she reaches for it...
"Guess I'll be going to Sellyce for sure; let's get going." Standing,
Alystin notices Rhiannon reaching for the statue, "Stop! What..."
Too late, Rhiannon has already taken the object from the top of the
statue. All at once, as she lifts it free, the lights in the room
flicker, then brighten even more, the room seems to heat up even more
and the perfume seems to grow heavier. So does the arousal the two women
are feeling.
Rhiannon only steadies herself by shear will, her knees have gone
weak with her lust, as she examines the object in her hand, carved from
the same stone as the rest of the statue. The eight inch curved
protrusion is attached to a small rounded piece, that lengthens and
curves away from the protrusion. This in turn is connected to another,
smaller, protrusion, on the opposite side from the first one. Three
delicate silver chains connect each corner, meeting in the back to form
a harness. Naturally the entire thing is covered with delicate carvings
of women engaged in carnal acts with each other. "What the..?"
"Oh, goddess, this is too much." Alystin is leaning on the statue
herself, her hand pressed at the wet folds of flesh between her thighs.
"It's a strap-on; this is insane. Let's go." Turning to leave, Alystin
is overwhelmed by weakness and collapses to her hands and knees.
"Alystin!" Rhiannon drops next to her, still holding the dildo, and
is alarmed to see the drow's skin dry enough to show little white flecks
against her dark skin. "Your skin..." Looking over at the desicated
husk next to them, then at the carvings on the blob idol next to them, a
desperate idea comes to her and Rhiannon throws her arm around Alystin
and pulls her upright on her knees, then lustily kisses the beautiful
drow.
Alystin almost feels Rhiannon's lust pour over her, and almost right
away she can feel strength returning to her drained body. Breaking their
embrace for a moment she whispers throatily, "You're pretty clever
cousin...", then she kisses Rhiannon deeply.
Pulling Alystin tight into her hungry embrace, Rhiannon virtually
wipes the remnants of the drow's shirt from her, leaving the dark elf
naked save for her soft ankle boots. Her hands roam freely over the
smooth obsidian skin of her lover, and Rhiannon can feel rough patches
of dry skin soften under her touch. Still, she does not let go of the
dildo in her hand, and is surprised to find it seems to begin to grow
and throb in her grip.
Alystin presses her body against Rhiannon, rubbing her large breasts
against the surprisingly soft elven mithril shirt. The textured feel of
the fine links against her stiff nipples arousing her further, she slips
her hand into the wood elf's torn breeches, fingers searching for the
flower of her lovers tender pussy. A quick jerk of her arm and
Rhiannon's breeches tear completely, falling to the floor.
Never breaking their kiss, Rhiannon struggles one handed with her
belt, finally it the leather just cracks. She feels Alystin's hand move
away from her cunt, delicate fingers drawn sensuously up her labia and
over her belly, to lift the hem of her mail.
"C'mon...get this off..." Alystin breathes into Rhiannon's mouth,
their lips barely parting, as she lifts the mail shirt, the soft liner
underneath still intact. Pulling away, Alystin delights in the sight of
Rhiannon's pert little breasts as the shirt is lifted high. Leaning
forward, Alystin kisses first one, then the other small hard nipple,
Rhiannon's arms raised, as they work to finally finish removing her
chainmail.
Finally naked, Rhiannon leans back slightly, one arm wrapped around
Alystin as her free hand pulls the dark elf's head into her bossom.
Moaning with the feel of her lovers tongue on her nipples, she traces
the throbbing dildo down Alystin's back. Holding it more by it's base,
the sylvan elf runs the dildo between the lovely round globes of
Alystin's ass, brushing it over the tight star of her sphincter, gently
pushing just the very tip of it into the wet folds of the drow's slit.
Alystin moans around Rhiannon's breast, her tongue teasing the nipple
clenched lightly between her teeth, as she pushes herself back onto the
throbbing dildo, letting the tip just barely pass her moistening nether
lips.
Reaching around behind her, Alystin takes Rhiannon's arm, pulling the
dildo away from herself. "Get this thing on." Alystin says urgently, one
hand on the sylvan elf's hip motioning for her to stand.
Somewhat confused, Rhiannon does as she is bid, letting Alystin take
the strap-on dildo from her. She watches as Alystin, on her knees in
front of her, undoes the clasp holding the three chains.
"Goddess, this thing throbs nicely..." Alystin smiles up at Rhiannon
wickedly as she leans forward, wrapping her arms around her pale lovers
waist to attach the chain harness. Kissing smooth muscular belly in
front of her, Alystin presses the central piece up into Rhiannon's
pussy, the smaller phallic protrusion entering the sylvan elf's sopping
cunt easily. Finding the clasp, Alystin attaches the final chain,
Rhiannon's gasp of surprise startling her almost as much as the chains
tightening themselves, pulling the harness dildo firmly into place.
"Ahh! Oh...I can feel this!" Rhiannon's eyes are wide with surprise
as she takes the shaft in her small hand, wrapping her fingers around it
and stroking. She is amazed, able to feel her touch through the shaft,
each of her fingers on the phallus, not the phallus in her hand.
"I...it's like a part of me!"
Still on her knees in front of Rhiannon, Alystin looks at her
curiously, then leans forward and kisses the tip of the stone shaft,
surprised at how soft and smooth it seems to be suddenly. "How about
that?"
Rhiannon moans, "Yeah, I could feel your lips touch it...mmmmm..."
she moans again as Alystin brushes her hand aside and kisses the shaft
once more. Rhiannon looks down through eyes half-closed with lust,
watching what she feels as Alystin wraps her own soft hand around the
two inch thick shaft. Taking one of her small breasts in hand, pinching
and teasing her nipple, Rhiannon moves her hips slightly, loving the
feel of Alystin's lips against the fake cock. Rhiannon moans, Alystin's
lips and tongue moving along the side of the now ten inch shaft, over to
the tip, then pushing it up, licking the underside.
Alystin grins wickedly, eyes alight with lust and amusement, as she
caresses the smooth phallus with her lips and tongue. Relishing
Rhiannon's moans, Alystin traces the textures of the carvings with the
ip of her tongue, the naked women seem to writhe in their orgy with the
throbbing of the shaft.
Taking Alystin's head in her free hand, Rhiannon pulls her in,
twisting and thrusting her hips urgently to push the thick shaft between
Alystin's full lips. "AHH!" she cries out, the warm wetness of the dark
elf's mouth shocking to her this way, felt through the magic of the
dildo. Firmly gripping white hair in her hand, Rhiannon pushes her hips
towards Alystin, forcing as much of the shaft into the dark elf's small
mouth as she can.
Alystin has to put both her hands on Rhiannon's hips to resist, the
stronger sylvan elf finally relaxing, allowing Alystin to return to
sucking 'her' cock. Using her tongue, Alystin plays all along the length
of the shaft, bobbing her head back and forth, lips wrapped tightly
around it's width. Rhiannon's moans grow more constant, a soft bleeting,
as Alystin takes it again in her hand, jerking it at the base as she
licks and sucks the last few inches.
Still rocking her hips gently, Rhiannon moans with the buidling
sensations. She can feel she is nearing climax, Alystin wet mouth
hugging the tip of the shaft tightly.
Lips and tongue wrapped around the tip of the cock, Alystin jerks the
dildo off into her mouth, the moaning of the sylvan elf letting her know
what a fine job she is doing. Alystin can tell how close Rhiannon is, so
wrapping her arms around the sylvan elf's waist, she takes as much of
the dildo into her hot, small mouth.
"AHHH!!" Rhiannon cries out, body spasming, hips bucking into
Alystin's face as she comes! She feels her cunt clenching around the
smaller shaft in her own pussy, somehow feeling the honey flowing freely
from her orgasm seeming to get sucked up by the dildo! Somehow she
begins to feel something like a second orgasm, smaller and less vital,
build inside the magical shaft! Her body grows rigid, the pressure in
the shaft building to a final point, then exploding, another, different
feeling of contracting muscles overwhelming her as cum begins to spurt
from the tip of the cock into Alystin's hot mouth!
Pulling back in surprise, Alystin takes her mouth from the spurting
magical dildo, but can't mve far, hair still clenched tightly, not quite
painfully, in Rhiannon's delicate hands. Unable to move any further,
Alystin sputters for a moment, then recovers, opening her mouth to try
and catch the streamers of cum.
Rhiannon looks on in amazement, her body shaking slightly with each
pulse as streamer after streamer of strangely luminescent clear cum
spurts from the tip of the shaft! The feeling of lust begins to return
to her as she watches the drops of cum land on Alystin's face, the gooey
spunk seeming to glow slightly against the obsidian skin of the dark
elf! The deliciously dirty sight of her dark lover's beautiful face
dripping with sex juice making her even hornier, Rhiannon finds herself
growing somewhat saddened when the spurting begins to slow down.
Alystin can't believe how long this seems to go on for, however,
gasping for breath, driven by the incredible lust this place seems to
have forced on her and Rhiannon, she tries to catch as much of the cum
in her mouth as she can! Her hands resting on the sylvan elf's slender
hips, spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum is missed, slowly covering her
face and catching in stray strands of hair, dripping down onto her ample
breasts! Finally, the spurting slows, then stops altogether, and Alystin
is nearly covered in cum, breathing hard.
"Goddess...", panting hard, Alystin feels the lust beginning to flow
into her again, perhaps even stronger than before; something about this
place, to be sure. Already shaking with arousal once more, she reaches
around Rhiannon's waist, spunk from her face and breasts smearing on her
lovers belly and thighs. Unclasping the harness, she licks some of the
salty goo and sweat from Rhiannon's body, breathing against her flesh.
"My turn..."
"Oh..." Rhiannon coos softly, the magic of the dildo leaving her
wanting as it is unclasped and removed from her sticky hole. Turning,
she leans back on the statue, easily finding a spot between the
protrusions for her firm butt. Flipping her hair out of her eyes, she
watches, body quaking with need, as Alystin quickly slides into the
harness. Spreading her legs, her sparse dark pubic hair matted,
glisenting with sweat and her juices, she presents herself wantonly to
Alystin, "Here..."
Positioning herself between Rhiannon's legs, obsidian hands on the
sylvan elf's pale hips, Alystin leans in to kiss her. Rhiannon's arms
wrap around her back as her tongue darts into Alystin's mouth, one lean
leg wrapped around the dark elf's slender waist pulling her in. Rhiannon
breathes lustily, "I've never done this..."
"What do you mean 'this'?" Alystin drives forward, the tip of the
dildo just coming to touch Rhiannon's puffy lips. Alystin marvels at the
feel of the device, how it seems to be a part of her, able to feel the
sticky warmth of Rhiannon's honey on it's tip.
Breathing hard, strained with her inexorable desire, "I've never
been...taken, this way..."
"You mean you're a virgin? Never been penetrated?" Poised, halted in
place, loins aching, Alystin looks at her lover unbelieving.
Rhiannon feels tormented, the touch if the phallus on her burning sex
terribly arousing. She pulls Alystin in, embracing her loosely so the
dark elf's larger breasts rub lightly against her own smaller, pert
tits. "N-no, I've never lain with a man! Only women, and never like
this...gods damn it...fuck me!"
Clamping her mouth to Rhiannon's, Alystin feels spurred on by this
unbelievable luck. She feels as though nothing else could have made her
even hornier, but then this...
"AH!" Rhiannon wraps her other leg around Alystin, thighs tightening
vice like as her obsidian skinned lover penetrates her with the magical
dildo! A moment of sharp pain as her hymen is broken is almost
immediately replaced with pleasure as she feels her tight cunt
wonderfully stretched as Alystin thrusts smoothly all the way in, their
bellies touching.
Alystin can't believe the feeling. Burning hot, soft and wet,
Rhiannon's pussy clenches the shaft of 'Alystin's' thick cock tightly.
Bodies pressed together, breasts rubbing, goo from previously
lubricating them, Alystin swivles her hips around as she kisses Rhiannon
deeply, wondering at the feel of this act. "Goddess, now at least I
understand why they seem to think with them...", she is cut short as
Rhiannon's mouth smothers hers, the sylvan elf thrusting her hips into
Alystin's.
Rhiannon moans, pale arms and hands gripping Alystin tightly as the
dark elf pulls back. Rhiannon swears she can feel the texture of each
tiny carved woman on the phallus, the stimulation making her juices flow
even more as Alystin rocks slightly as she withdraws.
Taking her time, drinking in all the new sensations the dildo feeds
her, Alystin looks down between their two tight, sweaty bodies as she
pulls out almost to the tip. The stone dildo glistens with Rhiannon's
nectar, a faint trace of red stain marking her deflowering. Alystin
feels another rush of lust, mixed with some form of pride at knowing she
has something no one else can ever get; Rhiannon's maidenhood.
Reaching down she grabs the back of Rhiannon's right thigh, tipping
her back over the flatter top of the idol as Alystin kisses her.
Thrusting into her once again, gently at first, but hard by the end of
the stroke, Alystin starts to fuck her beautiful lover in earnest.
Each stroke is accentuated by slight movements, working the long
shaft deep into Rhiannon's burning snatch. Rhiannon's moans are coming
in time to each thrust, her legs tight against Alystin, pale feet
crossed, rubbing against the gleaming firm dark legs of her lover.
Alystin arches her back slightly, finding one of Rhiannon's breasts
with her hand she squeezes and holds it, rubbing her own stiff nipple
against it. Rhiannon feels her body tightening, and she digs her nails
into Alystin's back, scratching long claw marks into the drow's shoulder
blades. Alystin moans, the stinging on her back complemented by Rhiannon
starting to lick her ear, sharp little nibbles on the lobe and pointed
tip.
Feeling herself nearing orgasm yet again, Rhiannon's hands slide down
to grip Alystin's ass, nails digging into the soft firm globes as she
pulls Alystin's hips in! "AAAHH!" Finally her pussy muscles contract
savagely, clamping down on the thick rod inside her as her juices flow
out!
Alystin can't believe the feeling as Rhiannon spasms around the
dildo, bucking against Alystin's crotch, driving the cock into her
further! The elven woman's vaginal walls contracting thightly, clenching
the shaft as if to crush it, the magical dildo feeding all the senstions
fed into Alystin as a man must feel them!
Honey pouring out of her, running down the crack of her ass, Rhiannon
holds Alystin with her legs loosely around the dark elf's waist. Panting
and cooing softly, she nipples her dark lovers ear, kisses her neck and
shoulders, holding steady as her orgasm recedes.
Already though, she can feel herself getting horny again, even more
than before, if that could be possible! "Again, Alystin, fuck me
harder!" she orders, shifting to better brace herself against the idol,
some of her juices making the stone slick under her tight ass where they
meet...
"Mmm...yes..." Painfully in need of her own orgasm, somehow sensing
the dildo has held her back until Rhiannon has come, Alystin thrusts
forward vigourously, determined to hold long enough to build to a nice
rythm again. Reaching behind the sylvan elf, Alystin grabs hold of two
of the protrusions on the statue, pulling herself into the next thrust
she somehow fails to notice the stone has grown warmer, softer and seems
to give slightly as she tugs it.
Moaning passionately as Alystin increases the pace of this delicious
penetration, Rhiannon, lost in her lust only barely feels something
brush against her ankle. Then something else barely brush the back of
her thigh, following the sensous curves to the crack of her ass,
something barely touching her asshole. Then another brush against her
other ankle, and one at her side, just below her breasts, felt this
time! Rhiannon perks slightly, but her arousal is too deep, and she
can't seem to focus on anything but the feeling of Alystin fucking her
hard...
Alystin feels something touching her legs as well, and her arms and
wrists, soft brushing at first but then firmer, more solid touching.
Like Rhiannon however, the dark elf is too lost in this relentless lust
to do more than glance down over Rhiannon's shoulder at her own arms.
She is feeling a not quite feather light touch on her inner thighs,
moving up towards her crotch, as she watches one of the protrusions she
is holding lengthen, barely losing any of it's width, and wrap around
her wrist! "Ahh!" A flutter of alarm passes through her, only to be
immediately overwhelmed by lust, and suddenly Alystin doesn't care that
more of the protusions are lengthening and wrapping around her limbs...
"Aaaie! Ugh...ugh, oh!" Rhiannon gives out a sharp cry, her eyes
growing wide with surprise as the tip of something penetrates her tight
asshole! Another tentacle slides between her and Alystin, quickly
wrapping itself around her waist several times, as more grab her legs,
thighs and ankles, pulling them from around Alystin's waist.
Arms and legs held tight by many of the smooth tentacles, Alystin
pounds even harder into Rhiannon! One tentacle brushes her crotch,
stimulating her more as it jostles the dildo lodged inside her, before
slipping between her legs, wrapping around her hip and finding the tight
star of her own rectal opening. One solid thrust and the thick member
enters her ass smoothly, some kind of lubricant on the tentacle allowing
for it to fill her rectum on the first push! Crying out herself, lust
and the force of her anal intruder drives Alystin hard into Rhiannon,
one final overpowering thrust, her own inexorable orgasm overloading her
senses as the dildo captures all of her sexual fluids!
Legs spread wide, Rhiannon feels the tentacle finish it's delicious
invasion of her rectum, stabbing deep into her in time with the thick
dildo in her pussy! Her arms are held tight by tentacles now as well,
but still she manages to capture Alystin's sensous mouth with her own,
their passionate kiss adding even more fire to their amazingly
unwavering lust. "Ughh...more..."
Kissing passionately, sucking lewdly on Rhiannon's lower lip, Alystin
does her best to continue pumping as she spurts wave after wave of cum
into the sylvan elf. Fortunately, Alystin thinks, she has the assistance
of the tentacle fucking her tight asshole, it's withdrawing and
thrusting pulling her along. More tentacle have wrapped themselves
around her breasts, squeezing them and pushing them out from her,
rubbing her erect nipples on Rhiannon's similarily restrainted smaller
tits.
Tentacles holding nearly every part of her body, rubbing her and
Alystin together they force the spurting dildo in and out Rhiannon's
hungry pussy. She can swear she feels the stone prick pulsate with each
thrust, and each streamer of cum hitting the walls of her vagina and
womb hard as she is filled to bursting with Alystin's cum! Finally the
spurting slows, and Rhiannon trys to reach for Alystin even though her
arms are restrained, whimpering with the tentacle fucking her tight ass,
as her lover is pulled off of her.
Lifted up by the tentacles, held tight, Alystin looks between the two
of them as the dildo is pulled free of Rhiannon's sticky cunt. Thin
streamers of the clear luminescent cum run from the tip of the stone
dildo to those beautiful puffy sex lips, and a thin trickle of the stuff
is leaking from the sylvan elf's abused pussy. Almost as soon as the
long stone phallus is free, Alystin watches a thick tentacle slip easily
into Rhiannon's thoroughly lubricated cunt.
Rhiannon gasps with the penetration, the tentacles entwined around
her limbs positioning her for easier access. Opening her mouth to moan,
she immediately finds it filled with a third member, a sweet candy
tasting liquid secreting from the tip as it forces it's way to the back
of her throat.
A smaller tentacle slides around Alystin's waist, flattening and
pushing it's way under the small chain harness it slides back to the
clasp, somehow dislodging it. Alystin feels the sense of the fake member
fade quickly, feeling only her own genitalia burning with the smaller
penetrator still inside her, instead of the achy throbbing of the
phallus. Another of the flexible limbs simply brushes the dildo out of
her and off, letting it fall to the floor, before the tentacle pushes
it's way between her slick hairless labia. Her own cry of pleasure meets
the same result as Rhiannon, and a dripping tentacle thrusts back to her
tonsils.
Rhiannon watches the spectacle above her, Alystin's spread-eagle form
held up over her, her tight asshole and smooth shaven pussy stretched
around thick tentacles. Humping the dildos in her own ass and cunt,
loving every moment as she tries her best to fuck the tentacles back,
she relishes the sight of the paler stone tentacles against the drow's
obsidian skin, the 'fuck me and don't ever stop' look on the Alystin's
face, the look that passes between them, electric lust as they watch
each other fucked senseless.
Relentlessly pounding thick tentacles hammering in and out of every
orifice of both women, the tentacles around Alystin pull her closer to
the idol, close enough for her body to lightly rub against Rhiannon's.
Breasts rubbing together again, they stare lustfully into each others
eyes, mouths full of pulsing tentacle, only inches apart. A look shared
between them and they both know the other is experiencing the same
thing: the tentacles filling them are expanding. Throbbing, swelling
tentacles jerk wildly within the insatiable women, beautiful pain in
their tight bowels, almost delicate vibrations in their bursting
pussies, soft steady pulses into their small mouths, as sticky sweet cum
floods into them!
Both of them cry out with their own orgasms around the members in
their mouths, only seconds seperating their climaxes! Flailing tentacles
pop out of them, spraying glowing spunk from nearly invisible slits in
their tips, all over the two elves, the idol and the floor. Even more of
the stuff is dripping from their used holes, as the tentacles are almost
immediately replaced by more of the thick shafts. Neither woman has even
finished their incredible orgasm when they are freshly penetrated, all
three orifices at once. Naturally the excessive amount of sexual fluids
lubractes them completely, rendering them incapable of offering any
resistance, even should they have wished it...
Rhiannon can only barely even see Alystin now, her eyes are so
clouded with her lust. She can't even contemplate any existence beyond
the sexual 'now'! Her body is utterly instiable, machine-like
unstoppable lust, like this cum filling her is an incomprable
aphrodisiac; she only wants to be fucked more and more the more she gets
fucked and filled up with the sweet splooge.
Alystin can still see a bit clearer, perhaps her stronger resistance
to magic, perhaps it's some kind of toxin, but still her arousal keeps
mounting, and she can't get enough of the pistoning tentacles. Feeling
another tentacle swell to bursting in her shapely ass, she cries out
with another orgasm of her own, finding the will to look down on the
state of her companion. Something seems wrong to her somehow, something
off...then with a start she seems to regain a measure of control with
the sudden sense of fear! Rhiannon is being pulled into the idol!
"Mmpph!" Alystin tries to cry out a warning as she watches the stone
seem to flow out around Rhiannon's cum covered ass and lower back, but
the tentacle filling her mouth obviously prevents her. Struggling with a
renewed desperate strength, somehow forcing the powerful feeling of lust
back enough to fight, Alystin wrenches one arm painfully free. The stone
seems to flow like a viscous liquid around Rhiannon, nearly half way
over her upturned ass, just below the thrusting tentacle in her rectum!
Waving her arm madly, determined not to allow it to be caught by the
grasping tentacles again, Alystin kicks a leg free from below the knee,
immediately lashing out with her foot she strikes one tentacle holding
Rhiannon's leg!
The tentacle is hard like stone, despite it's flexibility, hurting
Alystin's foot with the impact. Howling aroung the member in her mouth,
forcing herself to 'think, damn it!, she tries to grit her teeth,
striking out stubbornly, and much harder, at a point where the tentacle
seems straight, pulled taught and thinner. This time her precision pays
off, and despite the pain it causes her she is pleased to see the
tentacle break off! As a happy side effect she has also gotten her leg
completely free, and the remainder of the tentacle around Rhiannon
slender leg cracks and crumbles, falling into pieces on the floor.
Despite the terrible level of distraction Rhiannon is enduring, this
has not gone unoticed! Suddenly she seems aware of the feel of cool
stone flowing up around her firm butt as the idol tries to envelope her!
One of her legs is free, though, she realizes, and begins her own
struggles, trying to free herself enough to reach out and grasp
Alystin's outstretched hand!
Seemingly with two minds the idol's tentacles act in two different
capacities, the free ones trying to re-capture the two struggling women,
and the engaged limbs continuing to mercilessly fuck them.
Cumming again despite herself, Alystin holds on, barely batting one
of the tentacles away as it tries to grasp her arm! A quick strike with
her foot, and she knocks another aside, but this time grabbing it near
the end, her hand almost slipping off as it is slick with sexual
secretions. Using this she pulls herself closer to the statue just in
time to switch her grip and catch Rhiannon's suddenly free hand!
Fighting back the desire to let the statue envelop her, to remain
locked in sexual gratification for eternity, Rhiannon tries to pull
herself free of the idol. She only manages barely half an inch before
she is sucked back in, pulled by the tentacles around her torso and
squeezing her breasts, pushed down by the thrusting members in her pussy
and ass. Panic actually overpowers the lust momentarily, then just as
the lust begins to take over again Alystin brings her foot down again.
Rhiannon sees the drow's grimace of pain as the tentacle in her ass is
broken, and feels some pain herself it is knocked around inside her
painfully, before the tip slides out easily on the flood of lubricant
already filling the sylvan elf.
Foot now planted firmly on the slick surface of the idol, Alystin
pulls for all she's worth, with the strength of someone who has
everything on the line. Straining terribly she finally helps Rhiannon,
the sylvan elf's round butt cheeks almost literally popping free, off of
the enveloping statue!
Her sudden momentum actually breaks another of the tentacles, the
things seeming to grow more brittle as more and more of them are
destroyed. Rhiannon pulls her other arm free, and kicks another,
breaking it as well, and with another bit of assistance from Alystin she
is free completely! Tentacles that were holding her crumble as she
nearly falls free of the idol, the last tentacle, the one in her pussy,
swelling and spurting one final batch of cum into her and over her as it
pops out with an accomanying rude noise.
Struggling to her feet Rhiannon staggers quickly over to her things,
grabbing up her swords! Turning, she is immediately assailed by more
tentacles, but now armed she makes short work of them, her parries
effectively severing them. Wading into flailing tentacles, Rhiannon, her
own fluids and the spunk from the tentacles still dripping off and out
of her, lets her instincts take over. The nearly indestructible elven
blades make clean cuts even on the stone as she cuts Alystin free, then
takes up a defensive posture over her friend and lover as the dark elf
slowly pulls herself up.
"Alystin, I'm feeling starting to feel weak again!" Rhiannon cries,
striking down more tentacles. She is wondering how many there are when
she notices a new one stretching pseudopod like from the idol, forming
into a heavier, more dangerous looking tentacle as she watches. She see
another begin to form, and now she starts to seriously worry. "Shit,
it's growing more! Bigger ones! And I can't keep this up much longer; my
arms are getting really weak!"
"I know! If you're not having sex this place seems to kill you by
wasting you away fast!" Alystin dodges a tentacle that has stretched
beyond Rhiannon's sword reach, all the way around to strike from behind.
Diving under it, Alystin manages to come up holding her dagger, the
poison-dripping black assassins kris. "Think this thing is alive?"
Risking a glance over her shoulder, Rhiannon sees Alystin holding the
black blade, and smiles with understanding. "I think I can still cut you
a path!"
Defending both their delectable backsides from the streteched out
tentacles circled around behind them, Alystin knocks tentacles away.
Using her slippery cum covered body to her advantage she manages to
keepthem from getting a grip on her or Rhiannon as she backs up behind
her companion towards the idol...
Blades swirling, powered by her very nearly final reserves of
strength, Rhiannon strides forward purposefully, her expert
swordsmanship swatting and severing the tentacles aside almost easily ar
first. She grows visibly tired quickly, however, but by then they are
close enough. Voice tired, but still full of determination and inner
strength, "Now! Swtich!"
In one smooth motion the two women trade places, Rhiannon's swords
come down, finally severing two of the tentacles threatening their rear
as Alystin lunges forward, thrusting the kris hard! The venomous dagger
barely cuts in at all, however, and Alystin cries out in dismay! "I
can't cut it! The stone is too thick! Thrust both your swords in, close
together!"
"Right!" Rhiannon turns swiftly, almost worried Alystin will be in
her way, but the extremely agile drow finds enough strength to deftly
hop onto the top of the idol, facing Rhiannon, the kris ready to strike
down. Rhiannon understands, and with a very unladylike grunt she pluges
her slender swords into the idol, points nearly touching, the blades
held as close together as she can manage! The elven mithril bites in
deep, and after the first inch she finds it easy going, like ordinary
flesh. Pushing the blades in as far as she can, she twists them just a
little in opposite directions, and then pulling them out only slightly
prys them apart, muscles straining, creating an opening to the soft
insides of the idol! "GO! I can't hold it for long!"
Grim determination on her face, Alystin plunges her kris into the
exposed dark green inner mass of the idol. It looks like it has some
very different internal organs to her, but organs mean it's alive, and
if anything on this plane can kill it, she knows the venom from her
dagger can! She pushes hard, cutting through soft tissue, pushing her
hand, then her wrist, then to her elbow, and finally the sweaty naked
dark elf lies across the top of it, almost right to her shoulder, arm
covered in cool black ichor.
The idols tentacles are flailing maddly, totally out of control! They
too women swear they here some kind of terrible groaning, low like the
walls of the temple are shifting, then stuttering, skipping, like the
idol creature's death rattle, and the tentacles suddenly tense, and fall
to the floor!
The place is still.
Alystin pulls her arm free, a sickly sticky noise coming with the
stretchy bits of gore trailing from her arm and hand. She hops off the
idol, delicately and slowly, as Rhiannon pulls her swords free.
Without a word they grab their things, what little remains, and make
to leave, noticing together the artificial lust is gone, and so is the
weakness. They are both still exhausted however, and are dragging their
feet as they head from the room.
"Wait..." Alystin turns, looking back into the room, and is
disheartened by what she sees, "Oh no, it's broken. That cool dildo was
crushed by one of those big tentacles! Lloth damn it!"
A tired Rhiannon looks at her incredulously. "How can you think of
that right now? I'm so damn tired...and sore!"
Putting her arm around Rhiannon's waist, Alystin leads her slowly
down the hallway. "I thought I could maybe start a collection. And
besides, it wasn't bad! I wonder, do you think they had tame versions of
whatever that thing was? That didn't try and eat you when it was done?!"
Rhiannon returns Alystin's smile, "No, you're right it wasn't bad!
Not at all...a tame one would be nice..."
* * * * *
A few hours later and Rhiannon and Alystin are making their way back
up the stairs, from this secret part of the temple to the temple proper.
They took a rest in the luxurious lounge room, the perfume smell
still thick in the air but the mystical effects gone; the truth is they
both know they hadn't the energy to make it up the stairs then. After
their nap and a light meal, some of Alystin's sturdier rations hadn't
been spoiled by the decaying effect, which also seemed to quit once the
idol thing was dead.
Still tired and hungry, bodies worn out more than few hours can fix,
but they both want to get outside again before finding a good resting
spot.
Alystin has only her kris, but fortunately the sheath was enchanted
as well, made to endure the constant dripping poison, and so was
likewise intact. Besides the dagger, tied to a rope belt, her only
other possession is her heavier cloak, the execellent quality and
material of the garment seemed to help protect it, and only a few
smallish holes show the effects in the knee length hooded cloak. She was
going to cut it up, and use strip wraps to cover herself, but Rhiannon
pointed out it was also their only blanket, if the nights get cool. Her
soft boots didn't make it past the tentacles, so she is also barefoot.
Rhiannon is barefoot as well, and none of her animal hide clothes
made it either, but she did manage to fashion a lioncloth from some of
the remaining strips. Of course she has her mail, the liner mostly
intact as well, at least anyplace that really matters. Her swords are
fine, the mithril blades not even knicked or scratched from cutting into
stone.
"I think you just like the idea of me walking around with nothing but
a cloak and a white rope belt on!"
Rhiannon looks at Alystin, smiling, letting her gaze fall to the
drow's large firm breasts. "It's definately a bonus, but I was serious
about the nights being cool; it is the only thing we have like a
blanket."
In reaction, Alystin pulls the cloak about her, covering her body.
"We never talked about a bonus."
"Hah!", Rhiannon laughs, definately feeling the lighter mood. "I
can't wait to get outside; this place is beginning to get to me. It'll
be nice to get some good food, and some real rest, too."
"We're going on to Sellyce then? Think we'll be okay with most of our
stuff gone?"
"There's a cache of supplies, extra bows, arrows, preserved food, all
that stuff, not too far out of your way. I'll re-equip, and you can even
borrow some extra clothes that will be there." She winks at Alystin,
"Maybe..."
Reaching the top of the stairs, they can see the backside of the wall
they entered by. Testing it, Alystin puts her hand into the wall,
confirming it is still illusory from this side. Walking through
carefully, she emerges into darkness on the other side, in the main
hall. Taking a glance around the room, she can find nothing amiss, still
all same marble benches and pillars, and begins towards the exit.
Rhiannon follows behind her, the total darkness keeping her from
seeing as well as she would on a moonless night outdoors still
disconcerting to the sylvan elf.
Almost at the grand hallway that would lead them towards the outside,
and Alystin hears something faint, and definately surreptitious. "Wait."
she whispers to Rhiannon, holding her hand back to sign for her to stop.
Then she hears something again, and so does Rhiannon, this time
deliberate; like something notices they noticed. "Alystin..."
Looking back into the room, Alystin can at first see nothing, then
one, two, five, ten...more! Maybe almost a couple of dozen three and
half, four foot tall humanoid hot bodies, with weapons and armour, stand
up among the broken benches.
To Rhiannon, she sees a couple dozen of pairs of eyes, glowing a
darker, somehow more malevolent red than Alystin's eyes...
Without looking at each other, they both reach the same conclusion, and
whisper in unison, "Goblins..."
* * * * *
To be continued in 3c: Eye of Power
(short author's note *SPOILERS*don't read this until you've read the
story, just in case you skipped ahead!*: MerTarrant asked me to include
the strap-on scene, and in developing it I managed to find a prefect
thread for later! Much later, like series 2, but there you are. For Grey
Archive people, you may have found the idol resembles several things
that were discussed on the forum amalgamated into it. It was! :)
(The basic idol and tentacle thing was there from the start, but the
specifics came about from some of the great ideas I read there, so this
is an additional thank you to all the forum posters. Keep the ideas
coming, and thanks for putting up with me!
(Now to get started on 3c...)
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