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Insert standard warning:
If you're under 18, blah, blah, blah, or if it's illegal where you are
to read this, go somewhere else! There! You should all know the rest by
now anyway, right?
All the characters are mine, and I do not give permission to use any of
them. They're mine!
You may however, use my settings, or reprint this story, send it to
friends, post it indiscriminately, archive it, whatever, so long as it
remains available for FREE! I'm not making a dime off this, so neither
should you. If I ever hear of this being on a paysite, I'll, well, I'm
not sure what right now, but I know you won't like it! :P
And an *UPDATED* note from your friendly neigborhood author:
This is the first part of the first part of my first story. *Scratch
that, it's done. This is the whole of part 1! Yay!* I've got quite a bit
more for the first bit here *I said it was done, didn't I?*, which is
really kind of an extended intro to the main character, Alystin. I just
want to establish her, what she's like, what she likes, and what she
does and how fucking amazing she is at it. *Well? Did I accomplish
this?* For anyone looking for nastier shit, don't worry, I'm a real perv
myself, and with the exception of a few things, I'm really just trying
to get Alystin one depraved sex scene to another using a device you may
have heard of: a story. Wait for the the 'real' story, that's part 2. it
gets NASTY real fast! ;-) *Wait till you see how part 1 ends! :)* Shit,
I'm not even done the first part yet! *Yes I am! Get over it!*
Also, I welcome all suggestions, and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. If you
like, outline a scene or even a character, maybe both! I've already got
tons planned, but not many of it has detail done yet. I will naturally
give credit where credit is due!
One last thing, I want to thank all the authors who've come before, and
I would like to encourage all the other lurkers out there to try their
hand at writing. I'm not sure if I suck or not, or if I'm too wordy,
blah, blah, blah, whatever. Try it, it's fun. :)
*I forgot one thing here, too, the pics that finally kicked my ass into
writing this. This artist 'Shadowhand' finished his darkelf series, and
I think he's done some nice stuff, some of the best drow I've seen. If
no other reason, he draws them BLACK (okay, grey, but it's B&W art...),
not brown or just evil pale skinned elves. At least I think he's trying
to draw them black. Cudo's art guy, if you read this I hope you like it!
:)*
email me at: jashin@my-deja.com *with anything nice you have to say.
mean comments can be sent to my alternative email:
sir_not_appearing@this_email.net :P*
The Wraith Spider, pt 1: Death of a Salesman
Pulling her cloak off her shoulders, Alystin gazes at her reflection
in the mirror.
Dust coats her face and clothes, the roads on the way to Sun's Pier
had been very dry. 'The grime was so thick you might not recogize me for
a Drow', she thinks, 'except for the white hair and those red eyes.'
Always a dead giveaway, those features.
There's a light knock at the door, a man's voice, "Yer bath is here,
m'lady.".
"Come in, then. Set it close to the fire.", turning, rubbing some of
the pale dust from her cheek, she throws her cloak over the single chair
and begins unlacing her tunic, "Is there a serving girl available to
bathe me?".
Two strong human men carry in a fair size brass tub and a couple
large buckets of steaming water. The older one, a portly, greying man
looks up at her as he replies, an odd, suspicious look, "I can have one
come up, if you like, m'lady. We still have two more buckets to bring up
anyhow."
"That will do nicely.", she pulls off her tunic, throwing it into the
chair with her cloak, her breasts, surprisingly large for an elven
woman, beautiful, firm, melon shaped, bouce into view, her dark-purple
nipples still erect from the wool tunic. She notices the two human men
suddenly staring, wide eyed. 'Ha! I always forget how pent up these
humans always are! It's almost like they've never seen a woman naked
before.', she thinks, "What? Don't you have two more buckets of water to
fetch?"
"Wha...um, yes...c'mon Baldric! Quit starin' at the lady, 'tis very
rude!", the greying man cuffs the younger one on the head, and
blustering, they run off to fetch the rest of the bath water.
'I do hope the girl is pretty. It's been a long ride.', she thinks,
removing her boots, and slipping out of her leather riding breeches.
Reaching into one of her saddle bags, Alystin removes a small burgandy
bottle, and a coarse sponge. Uncorking the bottle, she pours several
drops of cinnamon scented oil into the steaming bath, and slips into the
tub, pulling her long, wavy hair over her shoulder, to drape across her
left breast. Splashing water over her face, rinsing some of the dirt
away, she sighs, and lays back in the tub.
There's another light knock at the door, this time a girl's voice,
pretty and young, "M'lady? I have the rest of your bath water here."
"Come in.", Alystin replies, realizing she has her back to the door
suddenly, 'Goddess, that's a bit sloppy...I must be more tired than I
thought.' Eyes still closed, she listens carefully as the door opens,
the soft sound of slippers as the serving girl makes her way towards the
tub, a light thud and the slosh of water as one of the buckets is set
down, more sloshing as the remaining bucket gets closer...
"Lean forward, m'lady, I'll pour this water over your head, wash your
hair out.", the serving girl tells her, a hint of nervousness in her
voice.
'Not too tired to affect my senses though. That's good.', Alystin
thinks, leaning forward, feeling the beautiful heat of the water pouring
over her head, down across her delicate elven shoulders, 'hmm...I hadn't
noticed how sore my neck and shoulders are; this is nice...'
"There you go, m'lady, I'll just get this last bucket of water here
for you.I'll save about half for rinsing."
"Fetch that small bottle on the table, too, please, it's my bath oil,
and the sponge next to it."
"As it pleases m'lady."
Lifting her head up, again pulling her hair over her shoulder,
Alystin catches a glimpse of the serving girl; pretty face, lovely pale
skin and her hair, long, dark red ringlets. 'Yum, my favorite...'.
Turning towards the mirror, she can see the lovely red-haired girl
reflected, bending over to pick up the last bucket, 'Hmmm, looks like
she might have a nice body under that peasants dress...Goddess, it HAS
been a long ride! I'm already getting all horny for this girl!'
Turning back round, the serving girl thinks she sees the Drow woman
staring at her in the mirror for a moment, but look away suddenly when
caught. 'She's so beautiful,' she thinks to herself, 'even prettier than
normal elves.' The serving girl brings the bucket over and pours it over
the rim of the tub, gently filling it to within a few inches of
overflowing. "I'll just get your oil and sponge m'lady; it's got a very
nice smell, is it cinnamon? It's been some time since I've smelled it,
but I could swear..."
"Yes, it is cinnamon. My favorite. Just pour a bit of it onto the
sponge there, girl. What's your name? I can't keep calling you 'girl',
if we're going to talk while you bathe me."
"Uh...Alia, m'lady, forgive me, not too many guests ask my name, even
when I'm about to scrub their back.", Alia leans forward, soaking the
sponge in the water, she sneaks a glance at the beautiful obsidian
skinned woman, and then looks back at the sponge suddenly when she sees
those two red eyes staring at her again, gleaming in the fire light.
Nervously, she finds her voice, "I...I've never seen a dark elf before,
m'lady, I'm sorry if I'm staring..."
"Don't worry Alia, most of the stories you've heard are probably just
over inflated ramblings of my pale skinned cousins.", reaching out and
taking Alia's hand, smiling like a cat with a bowl of cream, Alystin
gazes into the girl's beautiful emerald green eyes, "I am Alystin. It is
a pleasure to meet you, Alia."
Alia blushes, something in those glowing eyes making her suddenly
warm. She quickly looks down to the sponge as she pours the reddish
cinnamon oil onto the sponge. Moving behind Alystin, Alia begins to
gently wash her back and shoulders, "I've heard some stories,
very...evil, I guess. Even the worst ones though, said dark elves were
beautiful, in a cruel way..."
"Is that what you think? Am I beautiful in a cruel way?"
"N-no, m'lady! Begging your pardon, it's just what the stories say!
You don't seem evil to me...I mean, you haven't tried to torture and
kill anyone at all! I..oh, I must sound really stupid..."
"Ha!", laughing, "No, no, you sound just like most humans do this far
away from the IronBand mountains! You all think we only live in caves
and eat babies or something equally ridiculous! I don't mind, I travel
so much I've gotten used to it." Reaching back, Alystin pulls her hair
over again, her fingers brushing Alia's, "You've a gentle touch, Alia.
Would you give my shoulders a rub? They're stiff from days in the
saddle."
Setting down the sponge, Alia begins the massage. "You have such
smooth skin, and so beautiful, like black glass.", she says nervously,
"And muscles too, not that you look all bulky, but you're so...solid."
"I try to stay fit, and I can fight. You have to, when you travel
alone mostly.", Alystin sighs, leaning back into Alia's hands as the
massage continues, "Nothing though, nothing, beats a hot bath and
massage from a beautiful woman after a long trip. Heaven."
"You think I'm beautiful?", Alia asks, a smile in her voice, "I'm not
half as pretty as you, though!"
"Sure you are, just different. Very different! I love the way you
humans look, all pale and not nearly as skinny as we elves.", Alystin
says ernestly, turning to look back at her, then lying back in the tub
again, "I think that's enough massage for now, Alia; it was wonderful.
You may continue my bath now."
"Wha-continue? But I've already finished washing your back..."
"You weren't planning on stopping there were you?", Alystin asks
incredulously.
Blushing again 'how can she make me feel so stupid? what's she doing
to me?', Alia nervously replies, "I...uh, no, no of course not...I was
just...um...not sure what you meant, that's all. I'm sorry, I'll just
put some more oil on this sponge."
"Oh good! For a moment there I thought you were actually expecting me
to wash myself! I mean, why would I ask for a servant to bathe me, if I
didn't mean ALL of me?", smiling, "You're so charming, Alia! I could
just stay here with you all night!"
Still blushing, "Tha-thank you, Alystin."
Alia is all nerves as she kneels next to the tub, beginning by
washing Alystin's arm and shoulder. She finds herself staring at the
beautiful drow, lying there content, eyes closed. Alia drinks in
Alystins almond shaped eyes, those long lashes, the angle of her perfect
cheek bones, the smouldering lips, a different shade from her skin,
almost a dark purple, say, and that long slender neck, perfect and
delicate. Alia has barely noticed her own breath become a bit harsher,
her heart beating a bit faster, or the growing warmth in her body, but
soon she finds herself staring at the dark elf's two beautiful breasts
as she begins to wash them. Round and firm, larger than she'd think an
elf woman's bosom should be, but not as large as her own, she thinks,
and so beautiful, carved out of obsidian, rising and falling softly as
Alystin breathes...
"Alia?", softly. Alystin has not missed the red-haired girl's
quicker, sharper breathing.
"Ah!, I...", with a bit of a start and a jumble of nerves, "I,
um...yes, Alystin? M-mmore oil?"
"Yes, please, but with just your hands; that sponge is too rough."
"Y-yes, certainly m--m'lady!", her voice shaking, 'Just my hands?!
Oh, I'm shaking so much...what's happening with me...I've never...n-not
with a woman...'
Again Alia finds herself staring at this beautiful woman's breasts,
she feels dizzy, warm, so very unsure of what she's doing, but still she
reaches out. The palm of her right hand cups the underside of Alystin's
right breast as she leans over the tub. Moving her hand up, over the
firm sphere, over the nipple, she begins to rub the oil in, gently
massaging Alystin's tit. Almost immediately, Alia feels the nipple
stiffen.
"Y'know, you could 'wash' them both at once if you used both
hands...", Alystin is sitting up slightly, watching Alia's progress,
eyes sparkling, grinning like a cat.
"Y-yes...I-I'll just g-get somemoreoil.", pouring more oil into her
hands, Alia again begins massaging Alystin's breasts, both of them this
time.
Alystin sighs, both nipples hard now. 'Hmmmm...this girl has such
nice hands...goddess...' arching her back slightly, forcing her jutting
tits into the serving girl's cinnnamon oil hands. Her legs almost
involuntarily spread as much as the sides of the tub will alow, she
knows her pussy isn't just wet from the water anymore. Feeling flush,
she looks down at the red-head...
Alia's breath is ragged, eyes slightly glazed, fixated on the two
mounds of soft jiggling dark flesh under her hands. The warmth in her
loins spreading throughout her body, Alia looks up at Alystin, seeing
the dark elf arch sensually, a soft moan escaping her lips. A brief
moment, and Alia makes a decision; licking her lips, breathing harsh
with anticipation, she begins to move her right hand down...
Feeling Alia's hand move down, Alystin opens her eyes, their gazes
meet, both smouldering with lust; they smile.
Placing her hands on the edge of the tub, Alystin raises herself up,
bringing herself out of the water to her belly-button. Alia continues to
rub Alystin's left breast, but now raises her hand up, tickling and
pinching the nipple lightly, she is rewarded with another moan from her
exotic lover. Her right hand continues down, rubbing oil into Alystin's
flat, nicely muscled belly, back up towards her breast, tracing the
curve underneath, back over top, ivory fingers teasing the dark purple
nipple.
"Ah!", another gasp from the drow, her own breathing short and ragged
now. Alia's right hand begins to move down again, begins to dip into the
water...
Alystin pushes herself out of the water more, back arched so she's
almost horizontal, her tingling pussy less than an inch from the water's
surface. Looking down, she sees the beautiful red-head pinch her left
nipple again, then cupping the dark flesh from the side with her pale,
delicate fingers, Alia lowers her mouth to the throbbing nipple. Soft,
sensual lips kiss the stiffness of the nipple, a soft pink tongue darts
out, once, twice.
Alia moans slightly, "Hmmm...tastes like cinnamon, too..."
"Ooooh...yes...mmmmm...", Alia is rewarded with the passionate cries
of the elven beauty. She has never felt so aroused as she does now,
suckling the tit of another woman...how could she have ever missed this?
Her hand continues to move down, dipping just below the water, sliding
along the smooth, flawless obsidian skin of her lover. Alia feels
Alystin arch further, her breast seemingly trying to force its way
futher into Alia's mouth, her hand rising out of the water, merely
inches away from Alystin's cunt. She moves her hand further down, still
seeking the soft pubic mound she knows must be there, but her hand just
slips between the drow's thighs, over her erect clit, between her
throbbing, slick nether lips...Alystin moans, biting her bottom lip in
her passion, "Oh! Alia...mmmm!"
"Alystin...", lifting her head from Alystin's breast to look down,
Alia moves her right hand to see, and there is nothing but smooth, wet
skin between the drow woman's legs, not one single hair. Immediately,
Alia feels another rush of moisture and warmth flood her own pussy, the
sight of her dainty white fingers sliding between the puffy black folds
of Alystin's clean shaven sex driving another wave of lust into her.
"Oh, wow, Alystin, you've got no hair...", she breathes, sliding a
white finger up into the slick tunnel of Alystin's cunt, loving the way
it disappears between the black flesh. She flicks the dark clit with her
thumb, and is again rewarded with a moan from her lover, and the tight
pussy contracting, squeezing her finger...
"Hmmm...no, most drow don't...c'mere...", Alystin reaches down,
gently grabbing the girl by a handful of her long red locks, pulling her
face up to hers, "Kiss me..."
Alia's left hand reaches up, under Alystin's right shoulder, to rest
on the back of her lover's neck. She leans forward, meeting Alystin's
burgundy tongue with her pink one. Tongues intertwining, they kiss
deeply, Alia thrusting a second finger into Alystin's slippery tight
hole.
Thrusting her fingers in and out, Alia continues to work her thumb on
Alystin's clit, her lover panting her approval into her mouth,
"Mmm..don't stop...you're going to make me cum..."
Alystin releases her hold on the girl's hair, reaching between them,
to begin undoing the laces on the red-head's bodice. Never breaking the
kiss, rocking her body back and forth to keep the pressure of Alia's
beautiful white hand on her sensitive pussy, she finally manages to undo
the bodice. Tugging it down, yanking open Alia's white peasant's blouse
with her one hand. One beautiful pale cream breast is freed, a light
dusting of freckles across the red heads white chest, and a pointy hard
pink nipple. Carressing the beautiful creamy breast, a slight bit bigger
and fuller than her own, Alystin finally breaks the kiss. She makes her
way down, kissing her lovers neck, to flick her tongue across the
nipple, then pulling the breast up, closer, taking the rock hard nipple
between her teeth and biting, very gently.
"Oh!", Alia moaning this time, arching her head back now. Holding her
lover by the back of her head, kissing her wet snow white hair, Alia
adjusts herself, sitting up more as Alystin shifts over, moving her
weight to her right hand.
Alystin, still arched, thigh muscles clearly defined by the effort,
continues to grind her slick dripping pussy into Alia's hand. With her
left hand, she tugs the other half of the red-head's shirt open, the
second creamy freckled tit bouncing with their frantic shifting. Still
toying with the right nipple in her teeth, teasing it with her tongue,
Alystin begins to feel that wonderful intense warmth building her up to
orgasm...
Alia looks down, with Alystin's body half turned towards her, she is
again mesmerized by the sight of the smooth, totally hairless drow cunt.
The erotic contrast of their skin; the sight of her ivory fingers
pumping in and out of the tight obsidian pussy lips, the dark elf's
long, delicate, midnight black fingers massaging her left breast...a
bell is heard, barely noticed, somewhere near...familiar, this means
something, Alia thinks, but what again?
Alia moans, and she notices Alystin's breathing speed up, feels the
warm panting against her breast, the soft cries. Alystin begins to grind
more vigorously, working herself harder onto the impaling fingers; Alia
complies, digging her hand into the dark elf's hungry crotch.
"OH! OH! Ummm...ooOOHH!!", Alystin whole body explodes in the
intensity of her orgasm as Alia forces a third finger ino her! Falling
back into the tub, thrusting her pussy onto Alia's hand, Alystin spasms
again, a second orgasm following right behind the first...there's the
bell again, what's with that stupid bell, thinks Alystin, damn
intrusive...
Alia twists her wrist, turning her three fingers inside Alystin,
loving how the contractions of the orgasming pussy feel, warm, sticky
drow honey pouring over her hand. Still holding Alystin by the back of
the head, she follows as Alystin splashes back into the hot bathtub,
planting her lips on the dark elf's, thrusting her tongue into Alystin's
mouth...the bell, a third time...this is something, important?
Kissing her back, tongue darting into Alia's mouth, Alystin pulls her
closer, so their breasts are touching. Alia's hand moves away from her
pussy, sliding up her body, over her tits, her neck, slick with her love
juices...
"OH NO! The dinner bell!", Alia suddenly realizes, sitting bolt
upright!
"What? So? Who cares?", Alystin asks in disbelief, 'she can't go
now!' Reaching for Alia, "Come here, we can get food later..."
"No-I have to help serve it! I can't...I...master Darrin won't stand
for it!", Alia quickly rinses her cum coverd hand in the bath.
Taking Alia by the shoulder, "I'll have a word with Darrin, don't
worry."
"No, no...I must go...I'll com back after we finnish cleaning up
though! I promise!", standing up, Alia quickly tucks her generous bosom
back into her blouse, "Gods, I must look a fright...oh, what if people
can tell!"
Groaning, leaning on her hand, looking rather pissed off, Alystin
settles back into the bath, "They won't be able to tell, don't worry.
And just when we were really getting into it, too! Goddess!"
Bending down, Alia suddenly kisses her full on the lips, "I'll come
back, I promise! Right after we're done the dinner clean up! At least
you got off, I still have to go to work.!" She turns, and rushes out the
door, heading for the common room.
Sitting there in the warm water, which suddenly seems kind of
lukewarm, Alystin sulks. Several minutes later, she stands up, and
rinses herself off with the last of the bucket water.
'Well, I guess I should get dressed and go meet my contact anyway;
find out who I'm supposed to kill. By the Abyss, she better come back
after dinner!'
* *
* * *
The common room is almost completely full. The cooler climate of the
northeast coastal region has led to room to be laid out with long
u-shaped tables and benches, three of them, around an equal number of
large fire pits. The fires in them were still low, however, as winter
was past, and this just another cool early spring evening. The noise
died down a bit as Alystin entered, eyes turning on her, and her
less-than-modest-by-human-standards mode of dress.
She is wearing a dark red, figure hugging, pullover dress of sorts it
hangs down to just past her knees. Long sleeves, an open neck, going
down to show off her cleavage to great effect. It is split high and wide
on both thighs, allowing the lovely shape of her black legs to be fullly
visible, as well as allowing full freedom of movement. A wide dagger at
her left hip, and a thin red velvet collar with one modest pearl at the
clasp complete the look.
Scanning the room, Alystin finds what she is looking for, a man
seated at the end of the far bench, wearing a yellow jerkin with red
sleeves. The only one in the bar, and it is dinner, so it must be him;
her contact. Making her way across the room as the din begins to pick up
once again, people having seen the dark elf turn back to their meals and
their friends. She surreptitiously shares a sly smile and a wink with
Alia, as they pass each other.
Coming up behind her contact, she sees he has taken quite a bit of
room for himself. "Excuse me, could you move over some?"
Turning to look at her, the first time he's really looked besides
when she first came down, "Sure, sure, here, sit." Grabbing his plate
and tankard, he slides over, closer to the end of the bench.
Alystin, shaking her head, sits down between this rather plain
looking man, her contact, and a large, blond man who smells vaguely like
horse manure and stale beer. Acroos the table from her a serving girl
appears, though to Alystin's dissapointment not Alia, instead it's a
plain looking blond girl, with no bosom, and stringy hair.
"The dinner tonight is roast mutton or chicken pie, potatoes, bread
and cheese.", the skinny girl says, handing a fresh tankard of beer to
the manure man, "You can have you choice of the strong beer, stout, or
ale, or wine if you prefer."
"Mutton, and the stout, I guess.", looking at her contacts tankard
and deciding it looks nicer than the piss yellow beer the manure man is
drinking.
"It's quite far from the IronBand mountains, isn't it?", her contact
asks, cutting another sliver off his own portion of mutton, looking at
Alystin carefully, "Or do you hail from Commorragh?"
"All drow are from the Dark City; we've just forgotten our way
back.", looking carefully at him, Alystin replies with the proper
counter-phrase to identify herself.
"Indeed, but will it be a long night of terror for the rest of the
world when you find it, or will the loyal all be rewarded with souls?",
he replies with the correct response; her contact for certain. Turning
towards her, leaning a little closer to speak quietly, "My name is
Renard, it is pleasure to meet the Wraith in the flesh."
Renard suddenly leans back and returns to his meal. The serving girl
is back, plopping a platter of mutton with gravy, potatoes, cheese, two
thick slices fresh bread, and a tankard of heavy black stout in front of
Alystin. Looking down in slight surprise, Alystin spies the corner of a
piece of paper poking out from beneath her plate. Renard must have
slipped it there; 'he's pretty good', she thinks. She quickly and deftly
palms the paper, and is able to sneak a quick glance it before slipping
it under her dress. It is folded, but on the outside in deep drow runes
is the glyph for Alystin's working name, 'Wraith Spider'.
"A word of caution, Wraith,", Renard is speaking, quietly again,
leaning over taking the final long pull from his stout, "The Guild in
this city was unapproachable to our agents. They have not given
permission for you to operate here, but they do not know that you are.
Be out fast once the deed is done, before they figure out who they're
looking for, and you will be much better off."
Standing up, Renard thows a silver and some copper on the table,
grabs the last of his bread, and heads for the door. Not once does he
look back at Alystin.
"Shey, yer friends gone left yous here all by yershelf, huh?", the
manure man is leaning over, unsteady in his seat, breath foul with beer
and rotten teeth. He puts his strong, calloused hand on Alystin's bare
thigh, squeezing he leans even closer, as though he's about to kiss her,
"Me'n my friendsh here'd be glad to takeshs care of yous tonightsh..."
Alystin grabs his hand with her left, just above the wrist, lifting
and twisting it she wrenches his arm up. He howls in pain, his size and
strength no match for the surprise of the skilled move. Pulling his arm
across her, she lashes out with her right, under his extended arm,
striking him on the bridge of the nose. Eyes watering, he cries out
again as his nose explodes like a ripe tomato. His head snapping, she
reaches around behind to grab him by the back of the head as it snaps
forward, she stands up slightly, still extending his left arm, pulling
it up and over closer to his body, and drives his face into the thick
wood of the table. There's a crunch as he loses some of his rotten
teeth, and a pop as the offending arm is dislocated. Alystin lets go,
and manure man just moans, seemingly unconcious.
People are staring again as she sits down, sliding over a bit more,
she cuts a bite off her mutton. Dipping it in some gravy, she flips a
silver onto the table.
"Sorry about the mess.", she says to the stunned serving girl.
* *
* * *
After dinner, back in her room, Alystin lights the fire, making it
large and roaring; the room becomes quite comfortable. She slips into a
translucent purple silk pullover to her knees, cut completely open down
both sides, held together at her waist by a seperate silver chain she's
wearing over top of it. She loves the way she looks in this, posing for
herself in front of the mirror, the way the thin material naturally
wants to hang between her breasts, and the soft slippery tickle of it at
the tops of her shapely thighs and the back of her legs. Rubbing the
material between her legs is pure heaven, the soft cloth between her
dark fingers and smooth naked pussy instantly arousing her.
"No, no...stop now Alystin.", she mutters quietly to herself, "They
were still serving when I left, but they were starting to clean up..Alia
should be here soon..."
Going to her saddle bags again, Alystin pulls out a fair size wooden
case. Opening it, she takes an black ceramic bottle, and two fine tall
wine glasses out of the padded, shaped interior of the box. Popping the
cork out the bottle, she pours a smooth, silver-green luminescent liquid
into one of the glasses.
Taking her glass, Alystin props up some pillows and sits back on the
feather bed, one of the finest in the inn; she demanded it. Sipping her
wine, enjoying the nutty taste and the soft glow, she opens the folded
paper Renard had given her, the writing is familiar, that of the head of
her guild of drow assassins, the 'Velkyn Elghinn', the Unseen Death.
Definately authentic, she decides, and begins to read her instructions,
automatically deciphering the coded deep drow.
She learns that the target is one Master Laddiner. A successful
merchant with a well guarded manse on the Hill, the section of Sun's
Pier where the very rich 'commoners' and the lesser nobles homes mingle.
It seems one of his competitors has had enough of Master Laddiner's
success, losing to much business to him. 'This must be some amount of
gold we're talking about, if it's worth the price of an Unseen!', she
thinks, folding the paper up and tossing it into the fire, 'I'll go and
start checking Master Laddiner's place out tomorrow...'
Alystin is just taking a sip from her wine, leaning back and
stretching languidly, when the door opens quickly and softly.
Looking up, a bit startled, Alystin sees Alia slip into her room, and
quickly close the door behind her, as though she's afraid of being
caught. Stretching again, she smiles, and shifts herself turn a tempting
long slender leg to Alia's attention.
Alia returns Alystin's smile, the fear melting from her face, "I was
so afraid they'd try and stop me. I couldn't wait any longer, so I left
before I was done my chores!", she quickly crosses to the bed, her eyes
travelling up the supple glossy black leg, past the slender hips-she
notices the translucent pullover is open on both sides-to the gentle
curve of the side of Alystin's breast. Taking a seat on the edge of the
bed, Alia puts one hand on the shapely thigh, and leans forward to kiss
this beautiful object of her lust.
Holding her glass out of the way, Alystin returns the passionate
embrace, her tongue dancing with Alia's. After a long moment, she pushes
her red-haired lover gently away, still allowing the kisses to linger.
Alystin sits up, swinging her legs off the side of the bed. Leaning over
she kisses the puzzled Alia again as she stands up, and finishes her
wine.
"Why don't you get undressed and I'll pour us some wine. I've also
got something special for you, but we can get to that in little
while...", Alystin says, lust plain in her voice. She pours a glass of
the glowing wine for Alia, and another for herself, finds another clay
pot in her bags, a small pair of scissors, and the small bottle of
cinnnamon oil.
"You were amazing tonight, the way you dealt with Erik. I don't know
how many times he's been kicked out for getting fresh with me or one of
the other girls; that's why no one said anything or cared, you know.",
smiling, Alia nearly tears off her own clothes in her eagerness and
lust. Her face is flush, the pink nipples on her freckled tits erect as
she removes her top. Taking down her skirt and her underclothes in one
motion, she kicks them off, with her slippers, leaving her in just her
white stockings with their green ties holding them up on her thighs. Her
thighs were hairless; even human girls had caught onto the
attractiveness of a smooth leg, when they could get away with showing
some. Her crotch though, was a barely trimmed mass of curly red hair.
"It made me so horny, watching you give that horse's ass what he
deserved!", Alia continues, grinning gleefully. Leaning back into the
pillows, she takes the offered wine glass from Alystin as the dark elf
kneels on the edge of the bed. Alia watches the shift of Alystin's
breasts under the loose purple cloth, notes the hard points of her
nipples poking at the shiny fabric. Letting her gaze wander down the
statuesque figure, she can see the outline of Alystin's puffy pussy lips
through the thin material.
"Hmmm...it was nothing I haven't seen a hundred or so times or so in
the last 2 centuries or so...", sipping her wine, Alystin nudges her way
between Alia's legs, looking down at Alia's hairy pussy, "Yeah, I was
right, we're going to have to do something about that."
"You're 200 years old?", Alia's eyes have gone wide, staring at
Alystin with something like awe, eyes narrowing, she has another
question, "Wait a minute, do something about what?"
"All this HAIR! What else, silly girl?", giggling, Alystin tugs
lightly on a few of Alia's offending pubic hairs.
"Ow! Quit pulling it!", slapping Alystin's hand away, "And I am NOT
going to let you take a razor that close to my...to...that part of me.
No way!"
"I won't use anything sharp, don't worry, just my fingers.."
"What!? NO WA--"
Alystin suddenly leans down and kisses her deeply, cutting her off in
mid-sentence. Breaking the kiss she reaches for the clay pot she'd
placed on the night stand, she unscrews the lid, and presents it for
Alia's inspection, "and--AND this! This is what drow use to remove hair
from their bodies."
"Eww. It smells pretty bad...", Alia's turns her head away, face
scrunched up in disgust from the foul odor.
"Yeah, it's pretty foul.", laughing, Alystin continues, "Works great
though, and you only need to do it once every six months or so.
Actually, that's one reason for the cinnamon oil; I think it takes the
smell of this ointment off the best, and it's kind of tasty, too. So,
you ready?", Alystin sets her wine down, and scoops up a bit of the
smelly green-yellow ointment on her fingers.
"Are you going to take off all of it, like yours?"
"No, I think we'll leave you with a little bit of hair. Strawberry
pussy looks so pretty with a small patch left over smooth lips...you'll
like this, I have to rub it in pretty good..."
"Hmmm...", Alia moans lightly, looking down to see what Alystin does
as the lovely black fingers begin to spread the stuff all over her red
bush. Carefully Alystin rubs in long strokes at first, spreading the
ointment all over the area she wants to have smooth, then taking more
goop onto her fingers she begins to rub it in more throughly,
vigorously, though still taking her time to maximize the pleasure of her
partner...
"Wow...that stuff feels good! Mmmm...it really tingles...oh, gods!
It's like a fire!", Alia watches intently as the black fingers of her
lover explore her white flesh this time, firmly but gently rubbing the
nicely burning ointment all over her lips, and around a small patch to
remain above her crotch.
"There, now don't move, I'm going to wash this stuff off my hand.",
getting up, Alystin walks over to the wash basin, sure to remember to
swing her hips seductively, she glances over her shoulder to smile at
Alia. Quickly pouring some water off into the waste pot, she rubs the
stuff off her hands, using the coarse soap next to the basin. Picking
the basin and the soap up, she brings them back over to the nightstand.
"This stuff is pretty potent, so we have to wash it all off thoroughly.
Still needs to stay on for a moment, so I'll just get my scissors here,
and trim the stuff that stays..."
"It's burning pretty good now..I'm not sure if it feels good anymore,
Alystin...", Alia is beginning to look somewhat uncomfortable, sweating
lightly. Alystin leans down, and tugging up the patch of hair she's
going to leave, she begins to trim...
"There. You should be ready for the rinse, now, and don't worry Alia,
I fully intend to make it up to you, my brave girl.", laying down a
cloth, she pulls the red head forward so her ass is on the cloth.
Alystin rings a wash cloth out over Alia's tingling pussy, and the drops
of water alone pull some of the ointment and hair away. Soaking the
cloth again, Alystin wipes most of the hair from Alia's crotch away with
one pass, then dabbing at the remainder cleans her right up. Taking the
soap, Alystin gives an almost rough scrub to Alia's pubic region, then a
final rinse and she places the basin, soap, and both cloths on the night
stand.
"I always hate that part; it's so...methodic. No time to really try
and make it sexy.", Alystin says, reaching for the bottle of cinnamon
oil, grinning lewdly, "This next part you're going to like the best of
all though..."
Sliding down between her lovers legs, Alystin drips a thin trickle of
the scented oil onto Alia's mound. Setting the oil aside, she gently
starts rubbing it in, moving her dark fingers in slow circles around the
human girl's pale cunt lips. Gradually massaging the oil in deeper, she
inserts just the tip of her finger between Alia's labia, sliding her
finger up, thumb tracing the edge of the girl's sex, the reaches the bud
of Alia's clit. Taking it between thumb and forefinger, Alystin pinches
gently, and twists with her thumb, making it slick with the cinnamon
oil.
"Mmmmm...", Alia moans, biting her bottom lip. With her right hand
she grabs a handful of Alystin's white air, and arching her back, the
thrusts her aching pussy into the dark elf's face, pulling her head into
contact.
Compling with her partners lustful demand, Alystin extends her
tongue, gently licking all around the cinnamon flavored lips. Never
letting go of Alia's throbbing clit, Alystin continues to tease it with
her thumb and fingers, flicking it gently. With the fingers of her left
hand, she spreads the naked slippery pussy lips wide, and covering it
with her whole mouth Alystin penetrates the squirming girl with her long
tongue. Frenching the pale skinned girl's pink pussy lips, she wriggles
her burgundy tongue in slow, then faster circles. Curling the tip up and
raising her head Alystin lashes her tongue across the clit, then takes
the erect nub between her teeth and gently grinding it, she begins to
suckle it.
"OH! GODS!", Alia is barely containing herself now, so close to
orgasm, she has never felt anything like this. Stealing a glance down,
she is mesmerized by the beautiful dark face between her pale legs,
attentively pleasuring her like there would be no greater reward than
Alia's satisfaction. Spasming with a rush of pleasure, Alia arches back
again, her left hand going to her mouth as she tosses her head, moaning,
she begins playing with her own pale breasts, pinching and twisting her
own rock hard nipples. Licking her fingers, she traces the shape of her
nipples with saliva, tugging on herself as she feels Alystin's hands on
the backs of her thighs, pushing her legs up and out, folding her up and
making her burning pussy spread wide.
With Alia's freshly shaven gash open before her, the red haired
girl's legs almost painfully spread, Alystin drops her head down, mouth
wide covering the girl's sex completely. Frenching the sex juice
drenched pussy again, she sucks the girl's puffy lips into her mouth,
nibbling lightly on them. Moving up again, she flicks her tongue across
the girl's stiff clit, back and forth, fast then slow. Then small
circles, and she is gratified to hear Alia's breathing low and ragged,
full of soft moans and panting 'yes'. Alystin, knowing the girl is
close, dips her head back down for the 'kill', dragging her tongue down
between the slick lips, taking the clit between thumb and forefinger
again, she forcefully thrusts her tongue into the girl's dripping,
red-topped honey pot. Curling her tongue up, thrusting it as deep as she
can, Alystin feels the tight walls of Alia's cunt contract around her
tongue, the redhead's sweet nectar flooding into her mouth as the girl
spasms and cries out in her orgasm.
"AAHHHH!! FUCK ME!!! OH!", Alia screams out, her body convulsing
delightfully from the intensity of her orgasm. Both hands grabbing
fistfuls of her dark lover's white hair, Alia bucks wildly, humping her
spasming pussy into Alystin's face, coating it with her honey.
"Ahh...wow, gods...", Alia, momentarily spent, lays back, her body
immobile as though she were made of soft clay. Her legs no longer held,
they have dropped flat on the bed, though still open. Rubbing her face
hands, arching her back now slightly, she opens her eyes to see Alystin
begin crawling her way up her body, cum slick dark face leading the way
with gentle kisses of soft lips on her belly. Taking the dark elf by the
back of the head, Alia sighs and stretches, helping to guide her lover
up to her heaving breasts.
Reaching the Alia's large round breasts, Alystin kisses all around
them, on the underside, between them, across the tops where the freckles
are thickest. She leaves small shiny traces of Alia's slippery love
juice, only to double back, licking and kissing the sweaty bosom clean.
Taking hold of Alia's firm tits, Alystin begins to lick and play with
the nipples, fondling them, pinching, tugging, and nibbling on one as
she gently kneads and caresses the other. She moves back and forth
between them, pleased to hear Alia's soft cooing as the redhead's ivory
hands move across her back and shoulders, one of them reaching around
under her loose purple shift to find a firm obsidian breast.
Finding Alystin's erect nipple, Alia pinches it, delighting in the
soft cry it illicits. Wrapping one slim leg around her lover's waist,
the other tangling with Alystin's smooth supple legs, her white
stockings even more striking than her ivory thighs against the drow's
black skin. Alia pulls her partner up, kissing her deeply as their
breasts mash together, seperated by only the slippery transluscent
purple silk. Licking her juices from Alystin's beautiful face and full
lips, Alia's hands move down, slipping under the bottom of the pullover
to knead and caress Alystin's athletic buttocks. Pale fingers slip
between slightly spread black thighs to tease slick puffy pussy lips.
Alia's presses the tip of her middle finger into the folds of Alystin's
pussy, rewarded by slender dark thighs parting slightly further and a
renewed and reinvigorated embrace.
Breaking the deep kiss with the red-haired serving girl, Alystin sits
up onto her knees. Feeling her lovers hands move from her behind to her
slim dark hips, Alystin looks down on the freckled beauty as she pulls
the thin cloth over her head, and twisting the strong material, holds it
loosely with both hands.
Alia's eyes drink in the figure before her, naked obsidian skin,
hairless, beautiful athletic curves, only the thin silver chain around
the narrow waist for adornment. She can't believe the lust and passion
that fills her body at this erotic vision. Her emerald green eyes
looking lustily into her lovers glowing red eyes, Alia feels soft cloth
on her wrists as Alystin takes her hands, lifting them up over her head,
towards the bedframe. Looking back, with sudden slight panic, Alia
realizes with a start what Alystin is doing...
"Trust me, love...", Alystin leans down to gently kiss Alia on the
lips as she threads the purple cloth between posts on the headboard.
Feeling Alia relax and return the kiss, Alystin continues, wrapping the
stong silk around the post a couple of times. She then wraps it first
around one of Alia's delicate pale wrists, then the other. Barely
breaking the kiss to see, Alystin ties a firm but gentle knot, leaving
two long tails of material which she threads behind more posts so they
hang about three feet apart.
"Now it's my turn again.", Alystin breathes lustily. She moves up,
positioning herself with her aching pussy over Alia's full red lips.
Looking down, feeling her lover's warm breath on her sensitive hairless
lips, Alystin grabs handful of thick red hair and raises her bound
companions head to her sex.
Stretching her pink tongue out meet the smooth black pussy lips, Alia
tastes her lovers slippery juices for the first time. Instantly she
falls in love with the experience, wondering why she's never found
herself with another woman before. Alystin's pussy is full and tight,
dripping uncontrolably in her arousal. Licking all around the slick
honey pot as Alystin did to her, she looks up, past the hairless crotch,
the silver chain and the flat belly to the drow's heaving breasts. The
two beautiful melon shaped breasts bouncing as Alystin arches her back,
humping Alia's mouth.
Alystin, still holding Alia by the hair, steadies herself on the
headboard with her other hand as she rides the girl's dancing tongue.
The feelings shooting through her sex make Alystin think it's hard to
belive this is Alia's first time with a woman, her tongue working
expertly inside Alystin's throbbing cunt. Leaning forward, already on
the brink of orgasm from the tortuous wait to this point, Alystin looks
down, her eyes meeting the lovely green gaze of her lover. The intensely
erotic look they share, drowning deep into each others lust. The
contrast of such a beautiful pale face, light freckles across delicate
cheeks, between her black legs, the pink tongue lapping enthusiastically
at her perfectly hairless, smooth midnight black pussy drives Alystin
completely over the edge. A massive orgasm rocks through her body,
crying out, she leans forward, releasing her hold on Alia's hair,
panting, she rests her weight on the wall in front of her.
"Goddess, you're pretty good for a first timer, Alia.", sighing,
Alystin throws her head back, shaking out her hair. Sitting back, not
quite resting her wieght on Alia's upper chest, she turns slightly,
reaching for Alia's right leg, "Now it's time for that 'special' thing I
wanted to do to...er, 'show' you..."
Alia just smiles up at her as Alystin pulls her leg up, folding her
up again as she ties Alia's dainty right ankle to the bedpost with
purple silk. Sliding her left leg out from under Alia's right, Alystin
stands beside the bed and grabbing hold of Alia's other long leg, brings
it up, tying it with the other tail of the silk shift. Alia is now
tightly bound with her hands above her head, and her feet only inches
away from the bed's headboard, ankles a little over three feet apart,
her pussy exposed and vulnerable. Alia feels her pussy twitch, a fresh
flood of heat and moisture informing her of her arousal.
"What are you going to do?", Alia asks Alystin breathlessly, the lust
plain in her voice.
"I'm just going to get couple of my little travelling companions from
my pack.", she replies, stroking the taut muscle of the back of Alia's
thigh. Turning, she bends over to her pack on the floor. Opening it, she
takes out a fold of cloth, which she opens on the end of the bed where
the folded over Alia can't see the contents...
Climbing back onto the bed, positioning herself near Alia's eagerly
anticipating pussy, Alystin kneels, legs apart, and smiling, looking
into Alia's confused face, she drags the soft leather tails of the black
cat'o'nine tails across Alia's round asscheeks and throbbing pussy.
"Oh, no! Alystin, you're not going to--AH!", Alia cries out in
surprise as the leather stings her exposed pussy, "AH! Please,
n-no...don't, sto--Oh!, d-don't st-stop...", she screams again, as
another jolt of exquisite stinging hits her up-turned buttocks.
Alystin relishes the sight of her human lover writhing as she
repeatedly whips her perfect white bottom and that delicious pink pussy.
She can see Alia's arousal growing, as the sharp cries of pain and
surprise begin to mingle with moans and whimpers of pleasure. Alystin
pauses her assault, raking her nails across the stinging red welts on
Alia's tender rear, making the girl whimper quietly. Taking a moment,
she brushes her fingers lightly across Alia's throbbing, abused pussy
lips, extracting another gasp. Dragging the whip over the Alia's tender
lips again for a minute, allowing the girl some measure of recovery
before Alystin suddenly snaps her wrist, deftly smacking Alia's juicy
nether lips again.
"AH!", Alia cries out, tears are running down her cheeks as the
incredible pain/pleasure assault on her sensitive loins continues.
Writhing, trying to avoid the rain of blows, Alia can feel the exquisite
tightness of her leg muscles in this vulnerable postion. This only adds
to this wonderfully terrible abuse/experience, and before she knows what
has come over her, Alia's body spasms, her pussy tightening, she bucks
as another orgasm overwhelms her.
"Oh, gods, Alystin...oh..."
Alystin lightens her assault, but continues it throughout Alia's
orgasm. Then, setting down the whip, she grabs the other object from the
cloth behind her, and begins inserting one end of the nearly two foot
long red leather double-ended dildo into her own sopping pussy.
"We're not done yet, Alia, I've got one more surprise to show you..."
Looking up, with her eyes still full of tears, Alia watches, almost
in disbelief, as Alystin begins guiding the other end of the thick
phallus to Alia's own tender ravaged pussy.
Holding the long flexible shaft in one hand, Alystin places the head
at the entrance to her pretty young lovers wet tunnel. In one smooth
motion she thrusts a good eight inches into the redheads cunt, the girl
so wet it almost splashes in. Reaching under the girl, Alystin takes
hold of her by the waist and begins to pump the dildo in and out of the
girl, stimulating herself at the same time on her end of the thick toy.
Looking down, Alystin watches as the red leather pulls at each of their
sexes as she pulls out, she again admires the contrast in their flesh as
she thrusts forward, riding up the dildo till her shiny slick black
pussy grinds up against the pale ivory of her red-haired lovers slippery
lips.
"Oh, Alia...you're so beautiful..."
"Alystin..."
Alystin shifts her legs, stretching them out behind her as she lays
down on top of Alia. Panting kisses onto those firm freckled breasts
again, she runs her hands up the girl's lean sides. Alystin kisses the
redhead's neck and chin before planting a deep, passion filled kiss on
Alia's beautiful mouth. Still humping away with the dildo, Alystin
reaches up above Alia. Breaking the kiss momentarily, she deftly undoes
first one ankle, then the other. As Alia's legs immediately wrap around
Alystin's waist, the serving girl passionately humping the dark elf
back, Alystin undoes the final knot, releasing Alia's arms.
Desperately grinding each other onto the thick phallus they share,
bodies tight together, breasts and nipples rubbing, they continue to
kiss deeply, tongues dueling erotically. Widly, they writhe in unison on
the bed, legs intertwined, arms wrapped tightly around each other as
they continue to slam their bodies together in a frenzy of lust and
passion, breathing ragged and sharp as they struggle heatedly to never
let their lips part.
Rolling around together on the bed, sweaty bodies twisting and
matching each other thrust for grind, they flip over, Alia suddenly on
top, humping eagerly away at the phallus, Alystin's hands suddenly in
hers, their fingers locked.
Breaking the kiss, Alia sits up on the leather dildo, never once
slowing her pace. Taking Alystin's hands, the places them on her
breasts, and reaching down she caresses Alystin's firm round breasts.
Then with a final hard thrust into the drow's lap, impaling the dark elf
thoroughly onto the thick shaft, Alia tugs at Alystin's nipples
suddenly, driving the sweaty, obsidian skinned woman into a heaving,
screaming, orgasmic frenzy. Never stopping her bouncing on the fake
phallus, only a serious amount of willpower prevents Alia from cumming
immediately. Exerting herself, holding back to fully enjoy the intense
bucking of her lover's throws of orgasm, Alia ensures Alystin has her
full attention. Finally she sees Alystin begin to come down, her
breathing becoming more still, body relaxing, so Alia arches her back
and impales herself enthusiastically on the dildo.
Alystin opens her eyes, body spent, as she feels Alia begin to bounce
more vigorously onto the dildo once again. Not wanting to be inattentive
to her partner, Alystin makes the effort to rekindle enough of her lust
to reach up and take hold of Alia's impressive bouncing breasts.
Caressing the firm globes as she watches Alia's slick cunt ride the
thick red dildo, Alystin reaches behind the girl, pulling her down
enough so that Alystin can reach the nipples with her mouth.
Feeling Alystin's lips and tongue begin to go back to work on her
sensitive breasts is all Alia needs! Crying out, a final heaving stab of
the long dildo deep into her hungry pussy topples her, her orgasm coming
in short waves, finalizing in one long wash over her senses.
Alystin watches as the girl pulls away from her, Alia arching her
back as a massive orgasm hits her. Alia's body spasms for a moment,
tense as until wave subsides, then she falls forward, as though all her
limbs are made of rubber. Alia's sweaty body comes into contact with her
lover's, both of them panting from their exertion, warm breath and soft
lips against each others necks.
*
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* *
Later, as they lay there asleep together, wrapped in each others
arms, the fire beginning to die down, Alystin stirs.
Gently removing herself from Alia's embrace, she carefully gets up
out of the bed, trying not to disturb the beautiful girl. Taking a
moment to pick up the dildo and the whip, she wraps them up in their
cloth and turns to put them back in her pack.
"Alystin? What are you doing?", says a voice behind her, quiet and
sleepy, "Come back to bed..."
"I will in a moment, Alia.", turning to address the girl, Alystin
can't help but notice how cute Alia looks, squinting through sleepy
eyes, her curly red hair disheveled. When Alia yawns, Alystin can't help
but crack a smile, "You look so sweet right now. I'm just going to put
another log onto the fire, and get some wine. I'm incredibly thirsty. Do
you want some too?"
"Will you come back to bed if I have some wine?"
"Yes, I will come back to bed.", Alystin rolling her eyes at the
sleepy girl's silly question. Placing a log on the fire, prodding it to
get it burning, she then pours two glaces of the glowing wine. Handing
one to Alia, she turns to set hers on the night stand, "Why don't you
move over a bit there Alia?"
"Mmm...okay. Shit!", trying to talk while drinking, Alia has spilled
some of it down her chin. Holding the glass away froim her, wiping her
face with the back of her other hand, Alia notices something she hasn't
seen before: caught in the faint luminescent glow from her wine is a
weird circle, filled and crossed by an intricate series of fine lines.
This odd 'rune', Alia thinks that's what you'd call it, is in the
strangest of places, too; Alystin's incredible firm right ass cheek.
"Hey, what's that?"
"What's what?", asks Alystin, turning to find out what the girl is on
about now.
"No, turn around again! What's that glowing thing on your bum?", she
says, pointing to Alytin the spot on Alystin's lovely rear end.
Looking down, Alystin sees what Alia is pointing too, "That? Oh! I
forgot how those tattoos light up under the the glow from that stuff!",
laughing, Alystin continues, "It's a special kind of tattoo; since
there's not much light at all in most drow cities, most tattoos are done
with special ink. If you had an elf's vision it would glow faintly in
the dark, a bit less than it does now, but you'd be able to see it from,
well, as far away as you could make out a normal tattoo in the day
light. As it is, if you looked at it under normal bright light, you
might still be able to see it, since it's a dark grey, it's a bit
lighter than me. Wow, I really had forgotten how the light from this
wine makes it glow, too!"
"Here, move over some more. Let's get under the covers, too, okay?",
Alystin slips into the bed, sliding in between nice linen sheets, "The
symbol itself is just an old glyph for luck. I got it done when I was
kind of young, before my first century."
"Wow.", Alia says, slipping beneath the covers herself, "How old are
you, exactly?"
"I'm about 250 years old by your count. Still just a young woman for
an elf."
"Wow, you really live for a long time. I wish stay young for two
centuries!", she says, finishing her wine, "I'm done my wine, can we go
back to sleep now? I've got to help with breakfast, too..."
"Well, learn to use a sword or magic, and you might be able to find,
or even make, something to allow you stay young and beautiful forever!",
Alystin finishes her wine as well, and taking Alia's glass, she sets
them both on the nightstand and slips deeper under the covers.
"How long are you going to be staying for, Alystin? Can we get
together again before you go?", Alia slides down next to her, pressing
her body close to Alystin, so she can feel their breasts touch.
"I'll be here for four or five more days, anyway, and yes, we can
definately do this again!"
* *
* * *
Five nights later, and Alystin wishes she was with Alia right now. Of
course, the last few days she's made excuses, told Alia her business was
going to keep her out most of the day, maybe even late into the night.
Still, every night when she gets back to her room, Alia is waiting,
naked and horny. Except for two nights ago when evading some of the
local thieves-they're good, but they're better at hiding than they are
at searching for someone, and they don't really know they should be
searching for her yet-well, it took her longer to get back than she
would have liked, and Alia had fallen asleep. Rather than wake her,
Alystin had just carefuly slipped into the warm bed next to the girl,
and curled up in her embrace.
'Yeah, a warm bed and that lovely warm body would be great right
about now', she thinks. Stretched out on a rooftop across the street
from Laddiner's manse, this one an older home owned by an older noble
family with failing wealth so their were few guards and it was in some
disrepair, she can't help but feel cold in the chilly spring night.
Of course, wearing clothes might help, but the Velkyn Elghinn are big
on tradition, so as part of that order so is Alystin. All assassins of
the order execute missions naked, but for bands on their upper arms and
thighs were they carry poisoned throwing knives, a small set of
lockpicks and tools, and their dagger of office. It is said this
tradition extends back millenia to the time before Lolth was corrupted
and cast out from the Seldarine, the pantheon of elven gods, when the
Velkyn Elghinn were the most feared tribe of headhunters. The best among
their warriors always fought naked to prove their bravery, and
specialized in killing an opponent without being detected. They were
raiders and silent killers in the night even then.
Still, on nights like tonight, with her nipples frozen stiff and
sticking painfully into the slat roof of a crumbling old house, she
thinks maybe she should have tried harder to win Lolth's favour and
become a priestess.
'Let's not even think about that cold tile digging into my pussy',
she thinks, 'Oh, well, too late now. Time to go to work, as just after
midnight, now, Laddiner's guards change shifts.'
Slipping silently along the roof, she leaps to the outer wall of the
estate she is in. Jumping over to a tree without rattling a branch, she
drops to the ground, landing perfectly on the balls of her feet. Quickly
glancing about her, the streets here on the Hill are all kept lit,
seeing no one, she darts across the open street, it's unavoidable,
Laddiner's Manse is large enough to have streets on all sides.
She has picked this side for a reason though; a part of the outer
wall here is need of repair, the cracks making it easiest to climb.
Another good point is a thick stand of trees on the inside prevents her
silhouette from being visible when she tops the wall. The trees also
serve another purpose, allowing her to move above the ground, from tree
to tree. Not too many people can do this feat as well as one of the
Unseen.
Another stoke of good fortune is the wind blowing towards her. This
will make bypassing the dogs easier, though of course she bathed in a
special sollution to eliminate as much of her scent as possible. This is
one tradition Alystin has no trouble with tonight, as she darts swift
and silent no more than twenty feet from two large grey mastiffs almost
as soon as she clears the trees.
A few more steps and she is at the corner of the house, jumping up to
climb onto an upstairs terrace. It's on the third floor, of four, and
she knows a guard is always up there, a lit lamp to keep him company.
Reaching the top, she listens, looking over could allow the guard to see
her eyes, and drow eyes glow even to normal vision in the dark. Alystin
can hear him shuffling, muttering something she can't quite make out,
but she thinks he's complaining about his relief being late.
A moment later and she hears another voice: "Hey, Jack, I'm sorry, but
that new scullery maid is something else, eh? She told me if you go down
she'll make it up to you, my being late..."
"Yeah? Well, I guess since you put it that way I'll not kick yer
balls in!", the laughter is apparent in his voice, and the new guard
joins him. There's the sound of a mailed slap hitting a chainmail
shoulder, and Alystin knows they're as distracted as they're going to
be.
She makes her move, slipping fast and slient over the edge of the
terrace, and ducks behind a large wooden chair. Moving swiftly over
closer to the wall, but staying out of the light from the lamp, Alystin
checks on the guards, who are still laughing and telling each other
crude things about the kitchen help. She slips as close as she dares to
the door, then waits, patiently, for a few minutes squatting behind a
potted plant, for the guards to finish their chat, and the one to move
away. This gives just enough time to remember how cold she is, and how
chilly this breeze is on her naked pussy lips when she squats like this.
In another goddess scent boon tonight, the new guard, humming, picks
up the lamp and wanders to the edge of the terrace. Alystin is already
heading for the door when she hears the guard call quietly, "Here,
puppy, come here, that's a good doggy...heh, heh, you little bastard,
take this!", the dog yips and barks once, when she hears someone else
call out, "Ryant! I thought I told you to stop doing that!". Alystin
realizes the guard was peeing off the roof...shaking her head she slips
inside stealthily.
Now, Laddiner's bed chamber is is on the fourth floor, so all she has
to do is find the stairs up. Heading down the hall, around a corner,
whoa! Guard! She ducks back quickly, taking shelter behind a cabinet in
the hall. Hand on her dagger, she waits breathlessly, ready to strike,
as the guard walks by without noticing her.
Turning back down the hall, she spies the stairs. Heading up, Alystin
turns left, as she knows that Laddiner's bed chamber in in the same
corner as the trees she came in through, so as to overlook his gardens.
A silent shadow as she makes her way to the door of his bedchamber,
Alystin quietly turns the handle, and it is locked.
Taking her picks, it is only moments before the door is open, and as
skilled as she is barely even the faintest scratching can be heard as
she works the tumblers.
Slipping into Laddiner's bedchamber, she sees the glow from the heat
of his body asleep in the bed. The Wraith moves across the room, almost
floating, looking to make sure it is Laddiner; only the keen vision of a
race that lives all their lives in the dark can tell an indiviuals
features this way, and drow are such a race. And it is Laddiner.
Silently, Alystin draws her dagger of office; it is one of the blades
made special for a recognized master of the Art, as her order calls it.
A kris blade, exactly 14 inches long, covered in runes. The blade itself
is black, but a foul yellow-green ichor seeps constantly from the runes.
This is the blessing of Lolth, the deadly venom she bestows upon her
favored killers, the Masters of the Velkyn Elghinn; the tiniest scratch
kills the victim instantly, unless they are faithful to the Spider
Queen, Lolth.
Alystin has always been faithful, and with a silent prayer she gives
the soul of Laddiner to her goddess as she kills him. A tiny scratch
behind the ear, as is her way, just enough to draw blood. One single
quiet gasp, and Laddiner is gone, the deadly venom ushering his soul to
Lolth.
Quickly and with even more stealth than her undead namesake, the
Wraith Spider slips from Laddiner's manse unseen.
* *
* * *
'Goddess, I hope Alia's still up! Those jobs always make me so hot,
especially when they go so smooth! By the Abyss, I'm good!', Having
retrieved her clothes from where she had hidden them, Alystin is just
slipping back into the inn. Alystin is particularily pleased with her
performance on tonights job, 'HA! I may be youngest, but I'm just as
good as the rest of the Masters!'
Slipping into her room, she is pleased to see Alia awake on the bed.
She is recling on the bed, drinking some of the pleasant human wine
Alystin bought the other day, and wearing nothing but a white bustier
with green silk ties, her ample breasts spilling out of the half cups,
and a new pair of white stocking, held up by straps from the bustier.
"This is your last night here, right? You were saying you'd be
leaving tomorrow?", smiling at Alystin, Alia parts her legs momentarily,
giving Alystin a quick glimpse of her bare pussy, before sensually
crossing her ankles and stretching. She reaches over to the nightstand,
and pouring out another glass of wine, she offers it to Alystin.
"Yes, I'll be leaving by lunchtime at the latest.", tearing off her
clothes, Alystin is naked by the time she reaches the bed. Taking the
offered wine, she takes a big gulp, almost finishing it in one go. She
leans over to kiss Alia, who passionately returns it.
Breaking the kiss, Alia sets her empty glass on the nightstand. She
reaches under the pillow, and takes out a garment of purple silk...
"Well, since it's our last night, I say it's finally my turn to tie
*you* up..."
Setting her own empty glass on the nightstand, Alystin holds out her
hands. Leaning forward to kiss Alia again, she feels the silk wrap
around her wrists.
"I thought you'd never ask..."
* *
* * *
Late morning on a *warm* spring day, finally, Alystin is heading out
of town. She left the purple silk and a spare small bottle of the
cinnamon bottle she had with Alia. Mementos. She'll probably not be back
here in Alia's life, and even if she is, she's seen some of her human
lovers again later in life. It's always been painful for Alystin, seeing
them old, the youth she loved robbed from them.
'If I ever find a way to make a human live as long as me...I swear,
I'll find the cutest freckled redhead, and just retire!', thinking these
distant but happy thoughts as she makes her way through the market,
leading her horse, Alystin almost fails to see the men shadowing her.
'Shit! What the hells? Can't believe this...there's no way they should
be on to me...', glancing around, she spots three, no, four figures that
are definately trailing her. She knows there will be more she hasn't
spotted.
'If I can get out of the market, onto a more open street, I can ride.
I know they won't follow too far out of the city, especially if they
know who I am. I'd work my way through the whole damn guild outside of
the city.', tugging her horses rains, she picks up the pace, making for
the closest market entrance, a large arch between the buildings on
either side.
Almost there, a merchant cart stops dead in front of her, there are
stalls on either side, and the crowd is thick.
"Hey! Come on! Move your fucking cart old man!", she yells at the
merchant, clay jugs are hanging off the cart, his wares presumably.
"I'm trying, but my damn mule just decided to stop!", the man yells
back at her, turning to his mule he lashes it with a long crop, "You
heard the lady, stupid! Move! Come on!", the man is almost jumping in
the seat, he steals a glance back at her.
Something in is face tips her, 'Fuck! He's here to distract me!',
turning quickly to her left, she's just in time to see a big man reach
for her!
Lashing out with her foot, she snap kicks him in the side of the
knee. While he's reaching automatically for his bruised knee, Alystin
lunges forward quickly, smashing his nose in. Suddenly reaching up the
man staggers back his eyes watering uncontrolably.
Just then she feels someone yank the reins from her hand, turning to
face this person, she sees two thugs, the one holding her reins with his
left swinging a club at her head. Ducking this, she then quickly has to
sidestep the other one reaching for her. As he passes by, she nails him
in the ear, and hooking her foot into his ankle, he topples reaching for
his ear.
Righting herself, she sees another stepping out of the crowd, who are
beginning to clear some room. Looking at the peoples faces, she knows
she's got no heroes in this town; they're not going to help a dark elf.
Another man is behind the new one, and the man with the club is taking
another swing. Jumping back, she turns to run, and only barely ducks in
time to avoid the old man diving off the cart at her. Rather spry, for
an 'old' man.
Her speed and her agility is all she has here, Alystin realizes,
hopelessly outnumbered as she sees another two men coming from the
direction she was going to run. Quickly, she dives under the cart!
Gratified to hear the thugs cursing and swearing, she bolts through
the crowd, but she is intercepted by another group of thugs, three more.
They position themselves in the entrance, her only way out! She runs
straight at them, gritting her teeth.
At the last second she stops suddenly, the men already lunging
forward to meet her! Ducking to the left, she's about to go around them
when she sees another cart blocking the way. This one has four draft
horses pulling it, and it was coming in; she's not going to try going
under those hooves!
Thinking quickly, Alystin runs into the door of an inn, mostly
because it was right there at the corner. The thugs had time to recover
however, and are hot on her heels as she topples a serving girl, and
slams her way through a man carrying four tankards back to his table.
Aiming for the kitchen door, she knocks it into the face of an older
man, he falls back into cooking fire under a large pot, but Alystin
doesn't even slow down. Not until she can see no quick way back out of
here.
"Shit!", stopping suddenly, she sees the door to the alley is blocked
by barrels, two high and to heavy for her to move.
"Okay, you pointy bitch,", a low voice says behind her, panting,
"you...you're coming with us. Silk wants to see you."
Looking over at him quickly, she sees the other two thugs spreading
out to surround her, and some of the men from the market coming into the
kitchen behind them. They were all huge. Total enforcer types, they'd be
tough as nails; no way she could fight all of them at once. Glancing
around again quickly, she sees it! A small window, too small for these
thugs by far.
Taking off like a shot, she jumps off a butter churner and dives for
the window, the cook in her way sidestepping in surprise. Almost
perfect, her upper body all the way though, looking back quickly she see
plenty of room for her slim hips. Starting to pull herself through, so
sure she'd done it, gotten away, she is stunned when she feels someone
grab hold of her pant leg. Looking back again, she sees the cook holding
on to her breeches just below her knees!
"Damn it! You two get those barrels moved! I'll try and pull her
in!", it's the voice of the same thug, and not good news. Kicking back,
again, one more try and she can't get the cook off her! He's tried to
grab hold of her legs, but he can't; he's got a good grip on her pants
though.
Kicking again, she's made another couple inches, but her position is
bad now, hanging too far out the window to kick easy. It gets worse;
there's a couple loud thuds, and then a splintering as the thugs just
kick the door down in their haste to get out into the alley. They're
kicking their way through the last splinters, and Alystin has got to
think fast.
Only one choice left, Alystin unlaces the top of her breeches, and
with a final kick the cook tumbles back into the lead thug, holding her
pants. On the outside, Alystin almost rolls down the wall, her agility
allowing her to very nearly wind up on her feet, but not quite.
By the time she stands up, two thugs are right on top of her! The
lead one punches, she ducks and steps under, hitting him just under his
left armpit. Howling in pain he falls against the wall of the alley.
Continuing the move into a spinning back kick aimed at the second thugs
head proves to be her mistake. The man had continued forward too, and
was now too close for her kick to be effective. The way he grabs her leg
and the back of her neck and slams her down on an old crate makes her
think he knew what he was doing, too.
Grabbing both of her arms and twisting the together so he can hold
them both with one hand, he grabs her right leg again and twists her
into a pretzel. Her tunic has ridden up to just below her breasts, and
in her twisted position this gives the thug holding her a nice view of
her ass and shaved pussy.
"Hey, check this out guys, this dark elf bitch is pretty nicely
built, and she's got no hair on her cunt!", he shouts this information
gleefully to his compatriots as they filter out into the alley.
"Yeah? Let's see...", says thug number two, a very big, very ugly
man. Reaching out he turns Alystin in the other man's grip, and grabs a
handful of hairless crotch, "Heh, heh, it's true, the slut's got no
pubes! Check it out!"
"Hey, think the boss would mind if we had some fun with her first?",
asks thug number three, eyes kind of glassy, it looks like he could be
drooling as he oggles Alystin.
"He might, so don't do anything yet.", this is the voice of the thug
leader, and Alystin breaths a sigh of relief when he says that. He has
more to say, however, "Still, she wouldn't be the first bitch he
punished with a sweet gang-rape, so keep your fingers crossed and we
might all be lucky winners today. Toad, get your ass out here and tie
her up for us, I'd lay odds she can squirm out of most ties, but not
yours."
"NO! Let me go! YOU FUCKING USELESS BASTARDS I---mmmph!", the leader
stuffs a rag into her mouth, cutting her off in mid threat, and ties it
behind her head.
"Shut up, slut."
Another man comes out, and with four of them holding her, Toad
instructs them how to position her so he can tie her securely. Alystin
is bound with her arms folded up behind her back, silk rope around her
wrists and hands, keeping her fists clenched, then around her upper
arms, and across her chest, above and below her breasts, though they'd
left her shirt on so it as tied above it. Her legs were tied with a two
foot length around her ankles, just above her soft shoes. Finally, to
lead her by, they'd taken great pleasure, laughing and giggling as they
did it, tying a tight crotch rope, and pulling the white silk nice and
snug up into her black cunt. Looping it through the lower rope on her
chest ties, she was effectively controlled.
Tugging the rope, the lead thug yanks her forward, the rope digging
painfully into her snatch, and Alystin staggers forward, restricted as
she is by the rope around her ankles.
"Don't worry slut, we don't have to go too far."
Laughing, pinching and slapping her tits and ass, the thugs lead her
down the alley. Finally able to get a good count, Alystin does not like
the 10 to 1 odds...
* *
* * *
END OF PART 1.
what's going to happen to Alystin? will she escape, or will she suffer a
brutal rape by these 10 men? how did they find her? divination? did
someone recognize the poison? or was she betrayed? what does 'the boss'
want her for? just to punish her, or does he want her to make this up to
him some way?
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2...
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