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The usual discalimer: not to be read by persons under 18 or where it's
illegal for you to have fun and enjoy the occasional dirty story.
All the characters here are ficticious, and the world is original, but I
did take lots of things I like from a whole bunch of other sources! Be
damn wasteful not to make use of some good stuff that could be twisted
around in perverse ways , right?
As always, comments are welcome. Hell, they're more welcome this time;
LMK how this first part worked out, okay? It was the damn hardest thing
I've tried to write so far, and I'm not sure if it worked, or if it
didn't what it might need.
Email me at jashin@my-deja.com Thanks.
And now, on to the story! And don't worry, there's lots more to come for
part 3, too! :)
The Wraith Spider pt 3a: Journey to the Temple of Secrets
'This looks like a nice place to rest.', Alystin thought. She had
been walking all night, every night, for the last four. That was after
leaving her horse, which she'd been on for the 5 days previous, because
the forest and hills had gotten too dense. Of course, she'd ridden as
far up the mountain road as she could, leaving it in the stable of the
inn at Londsford, a little community set up this side of Verdick's
Pass. They catered to the merchant carvan's coming and going through the
pass, and with winter gone business was booming.
Leaving her horse wasn't too bad, of course; hidden little perks like
being able to travel at night. Even after all this time bright sun still
hurt Alystin's eyes, and it has been nothing but sun and warm breezes,
even up here. Of course, under the canopy of trees as she now was, it
wasn't too bright to travel during the day, but whenever she found a
clearing at night she could make sure she was still heading the right
direction by the stars. Much more accurate then by the sun.
Setting her pack aside, leaning her battle-axe and short bow against
a tree within reach, she sits herself down on a rock, the moss cushiony
thick, Alystin takes some food from her pack and opens her waterskin.
'Some food, then some sleep. Now, let's have another look at that map.'
Gingerly removing the map from the bone case, Alystin spreads it out
in front of her. Taking a bite from some stale bread, she leans over the
map, to better see the little drawing indicating her destination. It's a
tiny little diagram, seeming to be a larger circular building with two
smaller rectangular additions. This is important, because Relstin said
the map was painstakingly accurate. Alystin thought he just whipped it
up with a spell, damn lying mages!
As far as Alystin could tell, she must still be heading in the right
direction, and if so then she couldn't be much more than two or three
more days away. Some other landmark's were on the map, a ring of stones,
a particularily large and ancient tree, that sort of thing, but there
would still be some searching.
Looking beyond it, maybe a day's travel on foot if the map is as
accurate as Relstin claims, are the ruins of Sellyce, the city for which
the Eye is named. Where it was made. Relstin said that even though no
one knew what actually happened to them, the most prominent theories
point to their unwavering theocratic system, thinking some kind of
religious crisis brought about disaster. The ruins are very ancient, not
even elves remembering a time when it was inhabited.
Every once in a while, some adventurers take a trip out there, and
clean out whatever new monsters have taken up residence. The ones that
fail help to build the new treasure horde that will lure even more
adventurers out to try their luck. Alystin wonders what she is doing out
here, 'I'm not some fool adventurer! And I'm only one...Goddess.'
'Oh well, nothing for it now.', sighing, she folds away the map, and
tucks the case and her remaining stale bread back into her pack. 'I'm
going to have to try and kill something for dinner tonight, my rations
are getting low, and this bread sucks!' Throwing her pack over the end
of a stout branch, putting it safely out of reach. Taking her weapons
belt, kris dagger and throwing knives, and setting them down with the
axe and bow, she pulls her light cloak around her, and lies down on the
soft moss.
A soft warm breeze picks up, gently shaking the branches of the
trees. Alystin rolls onto her side, trying to get deeper into the shade,
thoughts coming unbidden into her head. 'Mmm...I wonder what Alia is
doing right now...such a long trip...wish I was back there right now...'
Thinking of Alia, and Alystin finds herself growing warmer. A hot
flush seems to be overtaking her, tingling throughout her nubile body.
'if she's doing the wash...she'd be in her underclothes, getting wet...'
Alystin feels her nipples stiffen, images of her red haired lover
flashing in her mind. The tingling feeling is becoming more focused,
more localized, in her loins. A warm, moist feeling inside Alystin's
soft leather breeches.
'Mmm...what am I doing...this isn't a good time or a good
place...'Alystin's hand, almost as though by a will of it's own, slips
into her breeches, delicate fingers touching the smooth shaven flesh
above her mound. Still lying on her side, her left hand rubbing her firm
breast through her top, she pushes her right hand between her tightly
clenched thighs, cupping her sex, pressing against her fingers
desperately. 'serves me right for thinking about Alia...Goddess, why did
I have to go so far from a city...'
'I should stop...' Rolling over onto her belly, her left hand
brushing white hair from her red eyes, hard nipples pressing into the
mossy rock. A slight gasp escapes her lips; she hasn't taken her hand
from her crotch. Slowly, Alystin grinds herself into her hand, erect
clit rubbing into her palm, fingers still cupping the puffy lips of her
pussy. Spreading her legs slightly, fine obsidian fingers slipping
between the folds of her sex, carressing. 'mmm...goddess...too late...'
Pushing the very tip of her middle finger into her moist tunnel,
Alystin is surprised by how wet she is. Lifting her lovely rear end into
the air, coming slightly to her knees, breasts still firmly on the
ground, she rubs the tip of her finger between her labia. Moaning, she
takes her finger from between her hairless nether lips, dragging it
slowly to her clit. Rubbing the little nub of sensitive flesh, Alystin
pushes her hips down, forcing her finger harder onto her clit. Taking it
gently betwen thumb and forefinger, she teases her throbbing clit,
hearing her own sighs as she lightly pinches and carresses herself. She
feels her pussy tingling wildly, hot and wet, her arousal unrelenting.
"Oooh..." Flipping over onto her back, Alystin fights to open her
cloak, the garment tangling around her in her urgency. Taking her hand
from her breeches finally, she unclasps her belt, and in one smooth
motion pushes her pants and belt to her ankles. Her boots prevent her
from getting the off all the way, but this doesn't bother Alystin right
now. Spreading her legs as much as she can, knees wide apart, she arches
her back, relishing the feel of the warm spring breeze on her naked
flesh. Touching her fingers to her pussy again, this time watching as
her fingers slip into the wetness between the black folds.
'Goddess...why do you have to be such a horny bitch, Altystin?' She
asks herself, her other hand pushing her shirt up, trying to free her
sensitive tits. Finally finding one hard nipple with her fingers,
gingerly pulling and pinching it, she kneads her breast, shirt at last
riding up high enough. Perfect orbs of firm black flesh are finally
unrestrained, their hard nipples tingling in the warm breeze. Moaning
again, Alystin moistens a finger with saliva, sucking sensuously at the
tip, noticing the feel of her teeth on the nail, her tongue playing
around it. Subtle fingers continue to play with her pussy, wet with her
juices, she draws lazy, taunting circles around her clit. Traces the
edge of her labia, softly pinching them between her thumb and fingers,
moaning with the delicate pressure.
Mimicing her actions on her clit, Alystin draws circles first around
one nipple, then moistening her finger again, around the other. Her
nipples seem to grow even stiffer, throbbing wonderfully as she enjoys
the cooler feel of the breeze on her damp flesh. Bringing her right hand
to her mouth, tasting her honey on the tips of her elegant fingers,
Alystin turns her body, struggling with her pants still around her
ankles, trying to angle herself to feel the breeze on her pussy.
"Alia...", whispering softly as she pictures her most recent lover
erotically in her mind.
Moaning with the gentle carress of the breeze on her shaved cunt,
Alystin's hands once again go to work. Fingers rubbing her pussy lips, a
little bit more vigorously now, her thumb playing with her clit, she
feels herself moisten further. Working herself closer and closer to
blessed orgasm, Alystin rubs her breasts. Kneading them she moves back
and forth, pinching the nipple of first one, then the other. 'Maybe I
shouldn't have left that dildo with Alia...ooo...what could she be doing
with it...'
Raising herself off the ground, arching her back to press her
dripping pussy into the air, Alystin thrusts a finger into herself
finally. Biting her bottom lip, a soft moan escapes her lips. Delicate
fingers press her swollen pussy lips tight around the finger trusting in
and out of her tunnel. Riding the ball of her hand into her clit,
Altystin rocks her body back and forth. Head thrown back, her eyes
closed tight, she cries out.
"mmm...alia..." She is picturing Alia, naked but for a dark bustier
and stockings, an evil glint in her eye. In her mind, Alystin is being
dominated by her red haired lover, tied up and tortured sexually. Made
to wait, teased and whipped, forced to endure endless sexual torment.
The fantasy of her submission driving her even higher, Alystin plays to
it, holding herself from orgasm, slowing down, teasing herself into the
fantasy.
Caressing her breasts, loving the feel of her smooth hands on the
sensitive orbs, she feels the heat well up higher. Unable to hold back
any longer, Alystin slides another dellicate finger into her cunt.
Thrusting her fingers in and out in earnest, she lets her other hand
glide down her body, fingers touching her throbbing clit. Arching her
back up higher, Alystin's body swaying back and forth with each thrust
of her fingers, she moves her other hand around to caress her firm ass,
pinching her clitoris one final time.
Juices stream from her sopping pussy, trickling down the cleft of her
buttocks. Alystin moves her thrusting fingers in circles, working them
like she's beveling out her vaginal passage. Her breasts heave with her
ragged breath, her tight obsidian body almost convulsing in her
intensity.
She slides a finger up between the firm half-globes of her ass,
tracing the cleft, feeling the fluids running down. A third finger slips
into her pussy, she gasps, feeling the tight orifice stretch lovingly
around them. Another thrust, palm again making contact with her hard
clit, and she is on the cusp, her desire to climax almost overwhelming
her all on it's own. The hand under her, almost supporting her weight
now, that one finger now pressing against the tight star of her
sphincter.
"mmm...n-no..." Alystin feels ashamed, her clenching behind seems to
want the finger to enter her anally, and she can't seem to stop herself.
Her desire to great to resist, finally the finger pushes it's way into
her hot anus! Immediately she orgasms! Her pussy and ass clench tight
around the fingers penetrating them, and arching her back she screams
out! "ALIA! AH!" Waves of heat and pleasure caress her body, her shame
at the pleasure she felt when she fingered her asshole only adding to
the intensity of her cumming!
Breath still coming in short gasps, Alystin's body finally relaxes,
removing her fingers from both nether holes, she lays back, her right
hand still idly caressing her pussy lips.
"Lonely AND lost, drow?", says a new voice suddenly, female, and
amused, cutting into Alystin's reverie.
Alystin sits up abrubtly, instinctively reaching for a weapon, which
is not there. Red eyes glare up haughtily at the intruder, trying not to
look as vulnerable as she feels.
"Looking for those?" The woman says, nodding behind her towards
Alystin's equipment, a full twenty feet or more away. The woman is
standing in front of them. Alystin notes the woman is also holding a
longbow, with two arrows knocked, pointed at her.
"I don't know about you, but where I'm from it's generally considered
rude to sneak up on someone when she's playing with herself!" Trying to
buy some time, though she knows she'd be dead already if that was the
intent here, Alystin takes this moment to appraise her opponent. The
woman in front of her is about her own height, maybe a bit shorter, 5'7"
or so, and very slender. She's wearing leathers, brown and green, a
quiver of arrows and two longswords; this is bad news. Her hair is
chestnut brown, very straight and thick, her eyes matching her hair,
beautiful dark brown pools. Her skin is like heavy cream, perfect and
white, but not quite as pale as Alia, and tinged ever so faintly
green...sylvan elf; and a pretty one, at that. That means odds are she
can pull off the double arrow trick. Damn! 'And why the hell is she
pointing a bow at me in the first place!?'. Pulling her shirt down over
her breasts, "It's also pretty rude to threaten a naked, unarmed person
with knocked arrows, cousin."
"Stop!" The elf raises her bow, set to fire at Alystin.
"What the...!?"
"You might have another weapon! I saw that dagger; I know what it
means, assassin." This last word is said with icy contempt.
Putting her hands up in front of her, palms out, a trully surprised
Alystin is hard pressed to come up with a response. So she says nothing,
unsure of what to do with this obviously crazy sylvan elf.
"Lie down, drow, on your stomach. Put your arms straight out from
your sides." Gesturing menacingly with the bow, the woman steps forward.
Threateningly.
Swallowing nervously, Alystin complies; no way is she going to try
and the jump on an elf with a readied longbow. 'She's nuts. Damned
backwoods sylvan elf crazy!' Rolling over onto her stomach, Alystin is
surprised that she notices how soft the moss feels on her bare crotch
and thighs.
Looking down at her captive, the elf woman swallows nervously as
well. This is dangerous, she knows. That kris dagger is the weapon of
only a master assassin; that, and the one she caught is a gorgeous one.
Gently releasing her arrows, she sets her bow down. A soft grating noise
is made as she draws a sword, holding it ready in case the drow tries
something.
Getting some leather ties from her pouch, extra strapping for
carrying game, really. Kneeling down, her knee in the small of the dark
elf's back, she takes first one hand, then the other, pinning them with
her knee. She thrusts the tip of her longsword into the ground, freeing
both her hands so she can secure the drow's wrists with some leather
straps. Pulling them tight, using several to double up and overlap as
much as possible, and the elf is finally satisfied. 'She's not getting
out of that.'
"Alright, there you go.", the sylvan elf tugs Alystin's pants back
up, simultaneously helping her to her feet, "Now I'm sure you're smart
enough not to try and outrun me in the forest, hmmm? Move."
"Ouch! Hey, watch it with that thing!" Alystin takes a step forward,
prodded by the tip of the long sword. Turning, she looks back crossly at
her captor, "This is ridiculous, you know! The wars were over twelve
thousand years ago! There weren't even any humans here then!"
Standing up to sling the drows pack and weapons onto her shoulder,
the sylvan elf turns to look quizzically at her dark skinned cousin.
"You think this is about that? Hah! That would be ridiculous! Go on, get
moving." She waves the slim pale blade of the longsword, gesturing at a
path for Alystin to take.
"What? Well...what then? Hey, you're not just doing this for that
'defender of the forest' stuff are you? Taking it a bit too seriously,
don't you think?"
Sighing, "No, sorry. I'm doing this because we know someone has been
building a force of some kind near the ruins of Sellyce. And here I just
found myself a drow scout. Not bad, really, but I guess they'll have to
learn not to let their oversexed assassins out alone for too long next
time. Now move!" Flicking her wrist with blinding speed, the elf woman
lands a stinging blow with the flat her blade on the back of Alystin's
thigh.
"OW! Shit, you're nuts!" Turning, Alystin heads off down the path
indicated by the sylvan elf, the drawn blade poised to strike again if
she doesn't. 'Damn good thing this girl's got no idea how to tie
restraints; now if she'd just get where she can't see my hands...'
* *
* * *
"Alright, where are you taking me exactly?"
They'd been walking for a several of hours now, travelling towards
the mountains instead of parallel as Alystin had been before. Alystin's
wrists still bound, the sylvan elf still following with one of her two
longswords drawn. The day was growing into late afternoon, the sun
getting lower, still barely visible through the thick forest.
"I didn't say you could talk, drow, but I'll tell you anyway; to my
clan's camp.", the elf woman replies with obvious disdain, "Braghan will
decide what we should do with you."
Alystin rolls her eyes. "Look, I know you think you're doing the
right th..."
"Of course I am! I find a drow assassin in our woods, I bring her
back!", her voice raising with each word, "Especially when something is
going on at the Sellyce ruins! Don't try and tell me you don't have
something to do..."
Stopping suddenly, Alystin turns to yell back, "Do you really think
an assassin would be used as a scout?! Much less ALONE?!"
"I don't know what you foul spider-worshiping cowards think up in
your damp little caves!", stepping up, the sylvan elf raises her sword,
fire in her eyes. "For all I know you perverts always send your
assassins out like this!"
"Hey! Say what you want about me but watch what you say about the
Goddess!", Alystin replies angrily, completely ignoring the threat of
the sword. "And I'm sorry to have to tell you that there is no way you'd
find less than half a dozen drow sent as a scouting party, mages and
warriors and priests included! You wouldn't stand a chance!"
The beautiful sylvan elf steps in further, her teeth gritted in
anger, she leans close, so their noses are almost touching. "Except of
course for that part of the day where they all stop to play with
themselves!"
"Oh! Like if I weren't really on a job I wouldn't have the
self-discipline not to! And you're a fine one to talk, you know..."
"What in the abyss are you talking about? I..."
"You showed up right after I came! I think that's kind of suspicious,
don't you?", dripping sarcasm, Alystin is pleased to see the elf woman
seems to become suddenly uncomfortable. "Just how long were you watching
for? Did it get you all wet?"
Stunned into silence, the elf swallows, feeling the warm flush as her
cheeks redden with embarrassment.
"Nothing to say n...", Alystin suddenly stops as she sees the sylvan
elf's eyes widen in surprise.
Looking past Alystin the woman takes a step back, lashing out with
her sword."Get down! Orks!"
Spinning as she drops, mouth open with an unspoken question, Alystin
narrowly avoids the slender blade. Almost completely turned around,
Alystin hears the clang of metal on metal above her. Looking up she sees
she has also just narrowly avoided a second, heavier blade! A massive
dark green hand gripping the hilt of a huge notched sword, huge muscular
arm, ridiculously broad shoulders and thick barrel chest lending power
to the blow. The ork howls a curse in displeasure at missing it's mark,
fangs bared.
Alystin rolls out from between the two combatants with a backwards
somersault, in one smooth motion she rises to her feet in time to see
several more orks, all with faces and trappings painted with lurid blue
designs, emerging from the dense forest around them. Massive, six and a
half feet on average, seemingly in all directions, and armoured in
banded mail or chain, the orks rush to join their comrade.
The sylvan elf draws her second sword, her reflexes so fast is seems
to just appear in her hand. From one smooth motion in the draw she
slashes up diagonally, from right hip to left shoulder. Her ork opponent
takes a forced step back in surprise as the slim blade slashes clean
through the metal bands armouring his abdomen, nicking the green flesh
underneath just enough to draw blood. Following up on her advantage, the
elf woman steps in. Her left sword is brought back down knocking the
heavier sword of her surprised opponent down out of the way for her
right slash. Light glints off the pale blade as the tip slices through
the orks throat, a warm gurgle and a spray of blood marking the moment
as the ork falls.
An ork emerging from the forest next to Alystin roars something at
her in ork, punctuating it with an overhand swing of his huge axe. Eyes
wide, she looks up at the huge ork, easily a foot taller than her, and
much, much larger, as the axe comes down. "Aaah!", she sreams, shaking
off her surprise as she narrowly avoids the axe. Dropping down and to
the side, Alystin hooks her legs around the advancing orks massive left,
one at his ankle, and her right kicking the back of the orks knee,
buckling him. The ork hits the ground with an angry grunt, axe falling
from his grasp. Scrabbling back, Alystin is surprised by the orks speed
as he looks up at her, and grabs her slender leg just below the knee.
Growling, he turns his body towards her, massive right hand reaching for
her as well; she kicks, trying to free herself...
The other orks all look at their fallen comrade, then to the slender
sylvan elf who killed him. They quickly spread out around her, four in
all, seeking to surround her before they attack. She knows these ones
won't be so easy as the first.
Making a quick tactical decision, the elf woman rushes towards the
ork furthest to her right, one armed with sword and shield, before they
have her surrounded, her twin swords flashing as she whirls them. The
display has its desired effect, the ork stepping back as he tries to
determine where the attack will come from in the confusing blur of pale
steel. A feint with the left, and the ork parries with his sword,
predictably. Continuing to aggressively press the attack, the elf steps
into a hard swing with the right, high at the orks head. A loud crunch
is heard as the blow lands against his shield, again, predictably, but
the ork is beginning to stand his ground, berely moved by even a solid
blow by his much smaller opponent.
Her strong legs kicking, Alystin smashes her left foot into orks hand
on her calf, making him lose his grip. Quickly lashing out with her now
freed right, she kicks him hard in the face, satisfied by the crack of
one of his fangs fracturing.
Turning, onto her knees, hands still tied behind her back, the drow
tries to get to her feet, she glances over to see the sylvan elf
fighting one ork, with three more closing in on her. 'Shit, she could
use some help...', she is almost on her feet, only to feel the powerful
ork grab a handful of her breeches. One of the other orks glances over
at Alystin, and seeing his comrade grab hold of her, he turns back to
more immediate threat of the sylvan elf. 'Gotta get my hands free!',
twisting as she's pulled down again, Alystin starts flexing her wrists
and clenching, working at freeing her hands from the sylvan elf's bonds.
Again Alystin is kicking with her legs, only this time to have the
ork use his elbow to keep her right leg pinned. Grabbing her other
flailing leg with his free hand, though unable to get a firm grip on her
slender ankle he tightly grips her breeches. He gives her a toothy grin,
blood oozing from where his lip split against his cracked fang, as he
pulls her towards him. Seeing his mouth open as though he is going to
bite her tender flesh gives Alystin all the impetus she needs to
reinvigorate her struggle. Kicking wildly, she keeps her leg out of his
mouth, making him grimace in pain as she grazes the broken fang. A sharp
jerk from the ork, breeches still gripped tightly in his strong hands,
and Alystin kicks again, only to feel the her breeches slide down off
her shapely hips. Throwing her weight back, her breeches are yanked down
almost to her knees, obsidian skin and her shaved sex exposed to the
ork, who doesn't seem to care at all, and she has almost got her hands
freed...
Satisfied the ork will stay put, hoping to get his counter attack on
the more agile elf, the sylvan elf makes another high slash with her
left, forcing the ork to bring his sword up to parry. Holding her left
sword against the orks, she spins in and around his right, ducking low
as she deftly moves around her opponent, between him and the other orks.
Her right wrist is held against her body, her sword ready for it's
attack, as another of the orks steps in to swing at her. Her low duck is
almost enough to aviod the spiked head of the mace, and with a simple
twist she deflects the blow with her left sword as she begins to rise,
almost behind her primary opponent. Her right sword, the slender blade
flowing smoothly like part of her arm, leads low, spiraling out as she
nears the end of her spin. The sharp blade cutting deep into the back of
the orks calf, steel scraping bone. The ork howls in pain, falling to
his knees, cry suddenly cut short, blood burbling from between his lips,
as her left sword is thrust through the center of his back, between his
shoulder blades. Spin finally completed, she kicks the ork off her
blade, a thin jet of blood spraying up her leg and onto her left
shoulder as she pulls her sword free, stepping back to prepare for the
next ork.
The ork with the spiked mace steps up, an upwards blow narrowly
missing her as she steps back. Almost immediately the second ork steps
up, and far enough on the other side of her to make defence difficult.
His sword comes round in a powerful blow, and she only barely seems to
deflect it in time, only to be met with a very well coordinated and
timed swing from the first ork again. Ducking under the mace, so close
she feels it brush her hair, and she tries to step out from between the
two orks. The third ork unsuccessfully tries to keep up, his axe swing
falling far short. The continued press of the attacks is too much,
however, and the second ork takes advantage of her withdrawl, catching
her in the side with a glancing blow from his sword. The ork howls a
pleased taunt as the sylvan elf tumbles back from the force of the
blow...
The ork grappling with Alystin grunts his displeasure as he continues
to have difficulty with the maddly flailing limbs. Another kick to his
thick skull, and the ork loses his grip on her breeches with his right
hand. Alystin smiles as she feels the ties around her wrists loosen, and
she begins to shake them off. The ork grabs for her breeches again,
grabbing a solid hold of them by the waist/crotch area, as they are
right down around the drows knees now. He looks up at her and grins
again, eyes passing completely uncaring over her naked crotch, and is
somewhat surprised when she grins back at him.
Sitting up abruptly, her hands free from the bonds after what is
really only a few seconds of work, and Alystin jabs her thumb into the
orks eye! The ork howls in pain, but doesn't let go of her breeches,
which is what she wants anyway as she kicks her way right out of them.
Flipping up to her feet, and in one motion diving over the stunned ork
in front of her as he squints through a watering eye, Alystin executes a
perfect cartwheel, slender bare legs perfect and straight, and she comes
up facing her foe, holding the orks dropped axe.
'Fuck, but this thing is heavy!', struggling with the massive weapon
Alystin raises it above her head, bringing it down with a resounding
crunch as it cleaves into the back of the orks head as he is trying to
rise. A splatter of blood lands on Alystin's dark shirt as she tries
unsuccessfully to pry the axe out of the orks head. Putting her foot on
the orks shoulder, Alystin again tries to lever the axe out of the thick
ork skull, and looks over to check on the success of the sylvan elf.
Alystin is dismayed to see the sylvan elf tumbling to the ground,
three orks closing in on her. The one that knocked her over presses his
advantage, stepping up to finish the sylvan elf off. Almost casually he
steps up, raising his sword for the killing blow. The wide bladed sword
slashes down, but at the last moment the sylvan elf twists, turning her
head away from the sword. Still, a cry of pain and the crunch of the
sword striking metal can be heard as the sword digs into the soft earth,
stoping to rest terribly close to her shoulder. Alystin's eyes widen,
and with a flash of pale blue-white gleeming metal from under the split
in her leather tunic where the orks sword landed, the sylvan elf sits
up, thrusting with both her swords. One takes the ork in his sternum,
neatly piercing his chainmail, and the other punctures his right
shoulder, and the orks sword drops from his hand.
Quickly the sylvan elf lifts her legs up, placing her feet on the orks
abdomen. Visibly straining, she manages to keep the huge beast from
collapsing on top of her as blood flows down her swords and onto her
hands. Still alive, the ork tries to reach down and grab her...
Alystin gives up on the axe; there's not enough time. Thinking
quickly, she casts her eyes around her, and notices the hilt of a dagger
sticking out the top of the boot of the ork she just killed. Grabbing
it, she turns and quickly, but quietly, starts making her way round
behind one of the remaining orks.
The ork with the axe, seeing the two longsword blades poking out of
his friends back, cries out in rage and raises his axe to take a swing.
Stepping over to the side for a clear shot he brings heavy notched blade
down. "Aahhrr...AH!" The sylvan elf, still struggling with this
not-quite-dead-yet ork, grunts and screams with great effort as she
pushes up and over with her legs, forcing the impaled ork between her
and the axe! The ork tries to stop his swing at the last moment, but the
heavy weapon is too much and bites clean into the left shoulder of his
comrade, digging deep, breaking through mail, collarbone and shoulder
blade. This time he seems to say something dismayed and surprised when
he cries out as his friends blood sprays out of the terrible wound, and
he is totally unprepared for when the sylvan elf kicks his friend into
him with a supreme effort.
Alystin is behind the ork as he staggers back, the corpse of his
comrade bouncing off him to slide to the ground. Flowing smooth and
silent like a shadow, the drows shapely bare legs carry her quickly to
within reach of her target...
On the other side of him, completely obscured from Alystins view
because of the massive ork between them, the sylvan elf leaps to her
feet, though her breath is ragged and she is visibly tired and favouring
her left shoulder. A trickle of blood marks the wound on her head as she
turns to face the ork with the mace. The ork lunges forward, but driven
by anger his attack is careless, especially when facing such a fast and
skilled opponent; a quick twist with her left wrist and she basically
slaps the mace down with her sword as she sidesteps. Bringing the right
up as the ork continues past her and she nearly cleaves his head right
off. He's dead before he hits the ground.
Stepping forward to face her final opponent, the sylvan elf is
stunned when his axe slips from his grasp and he collapses to the ground
in front of her, and standing behind him is the drow, a bloody dagger in
her hand.
* * * * *
"You just can't keep your pants on, can you, drow?", the sylvan elf
looks at Alystin wryly.
Alystin looks down at her own bare lower half, "Heh, I do seem to
have that problem lately!" She doesn't notice the elfs eyes linger
slightly on her firm black legs.
"Ouch...shit."
Alystin looks back up, to see the sylvan elf grimace in pain as she
sheaths her swords. The elf touches her injured shoulder with her right
hand, slipping a couple fingers under her leather tunic; they come away
bloody. "I guess we have an ork problem, not a drow problem. Sorry.",
she says walking over towards her pack. "You can go, I guess."
"Gee, thanks.By the abyss, damn ork ruined my breeches.", Alystin
picks her breeches back up, only to see they were pretty much wrecked in
the struggle, split along most of the seams. Grabbing another pair from
her pack, she slips into them, tying them a little loose around her
waist. She sees the sylvan elf removing bandages from her pack, and
starts over that way. "Let me help. You'll have a hell of a time
bandaging you own shoulder."
The wood elf looks at her incredulously, "What can you do? I've done
this myself several times."
"Funny thing about learning how to kill is you learn how the body
works. Most assassins are excellent healers, too." Kneeling next to her,
Alystin takes the bandages from her, "Let me help you out of your
tunic."
Gingerly, with the sylvan elf grimacing with each tug of her tunic,
and they finally remove it. Underneath she is wearing a shirt of fine
blue-white chainmail, the links so small and tight it's almost smooth to
the touch. A small gash, links broken through, on her left shoulder is
stained by a tiny bit of blood.
"Mithril?" Alystin's eyes are wide, "I thought I saw...wow, the ork
cut through mithril! But...ordinary steel couldn't...I don't get it. Ork
tribals with weapons that can cut through elven mithril?"
"These orks are further from the mountains than we normally see them.
I can't figure what they'd be doing in Sellyce; they normally avoid it
like the plague." she grits her teeth again as Alystin helps her out of
the mithril shirt, "They normally stick to fighting dwarves in the
mountains. His sword is probably dwarven high steel; they take the
blades and put new hilts on them."
Removing the thin liner underneath, Alystin can't help but take a
moment to appreciate the body of her more slender cousin. The sylvan
elf's thin body with it's more gentle curves, small breasts firm and
perky, slightly upturned. Small brown nipples hardening in the exposed
air. Finding her composure, Alystin notices a bruise on the elf's side
as well, probably where the the glancing sword blow landed. "You've got
a nice bruise there, too. How are your ribs feeling?"
The sylvan elf thinks there is something a bit odd about the drow's
pause, and finds herself hoping that the drow was admiring her body. "My
ribs are fine." Reaching into her pack, she takes out a small bowl and a
pouch. "Mix some of this with water, and put it on the wounds; it's a
healing poultice my mother makes."
"Okay", Alystin says, taking the bowl. Taking a waterskin, she smiles
at the sylvan elf, "I think we should introduce ourselves, since we're
not fighting anymore? My name is Alystin."
"Heh, yeah, those orks wouldn't have gotten close if we hadn't been
yelling at each other." The beautiful elf woman rolls her eyes, smiling.
"I'm Rhiannon."
"Pleasure to meet you. Guess it was a good thing it was orks, in a
sense. At least they just try and kill you."
"Ouch...what do you mean?" Rhiannon grimaces as Alytsin spreads some
of the yellow-green paste on her injured shoulder.
"Well, um, say goblins, for instance. Those little bastards are just
cruel, I mean, they're not tough, by any means, and they only attack
when they have serious number advantages, and they would rather capture
their victims. Especially women, right? Torture and rape. Orks just try
to kill you." Adding to herself under her breath, "Nice change from
lately, really..."
"What was that last bit?"
Alystin smiles uncomfortably at her, "Nothing, really...just thinking
out loud."
"Oh. Yeah, you're right. Fortunately we don't see goblins in the
forest much. Not enough underdark here."
"Well, I never heard of any drow cities in this region. Some further
north, deep under the mountains.", she replies, spreading poultice over
the bruise, enjoying the feel of the smooth pale skin of the sylvan elf.
"Are you still continuing to Sellyce?"
Rhiannon sighs gently, the pleasure of the warm tingling of the
poultice combined with Alystin's soft skilled touch more than the ache
of her wounds can counter. "I will be, yes. I'll try anyway. Why?"
"Well, the Temple of the Eye is on the way, and I could use a guide,
if you don't mind too much."
"No, it's okay. I guess taking you there is the least I can do after
tying you up and threatening you. And you didn't run when the orks
attacked, that's more than I would have expected."
Cocking her head, Alystin gives the lovely elf a sarcastic look.
"Why? Because I'm an assassin? Bottom line is you're an elf, and it was
orks. Tribals, no less. I could have, but then I wouldn't be able to
gloat, either!", she says, smiling and winking.
"Hah!", Rhiannon laughs, returning Alystin's smile. "Fine, drow, have
it your way! You sound like you don't see many ork tribals down south? I
heard they've gotten kind of civilised or something? The human
influence?"
"I wouldn't call it civilised, really, but the constant fighting of
the human kingdoms got some of the orks thinking, I guess. They mostly
sell their services as mercenaries, now." Alystin finishes bandaging the
shoulder wound, and lets her fingers softly brush across Rhiannon's bare
breast, "Some even join bands of adventurers now..."
Rhiannon shudders slightly as warmth spreads through her from the
drow's touch. She finds herself holding her breath as she gazes into
Alystin's eyes, flushing suddenly, she stands up abruptly, quickly
tugging her shirt on. "I-I think we should get moving, in case there are
more ork patrols about."
Pulling her tunic over the mithril chainmail, Rhiannon grabs up her
gear and starts into the woods. Absolutely silent, of course.
Scrambling to her feet, Alystin snatches up her stuff, and making
more noise than her sylvan cousin sets about settling her gear as she
tries to catch up. She smiles inwardly to herself as she watches the
slender sylvan elf ahead of her, admiring her taught buttocks. 'Oh yeah,
she wants me!'
* * *
* *
"You really kicked ass today, you know." Leaning over the cooking
fire, Alystin spoons another helping of the stew into her bowl. Taking a
mouthful, "This is good. What did you say was in it again?"
The night air is cool, peaceful sounds of the forest surround the
clearing. A clear night sky, stars and a nearly full moon visible
through the opening in the canopy above. They had made excellent time,
no sign of any more ork patrols.
Rhiannon looks across the fire to her unlikely travelling companion,
admiring the play of the fire light over the fine shiny black features
of the dark elf. "Rabbit, some different roots and such. You mean
against the orks? I'd be dead or hurt much worse if I didn't have this
mithril."
"Oh come on!" Alystin says, rolling her eyes. "There were five of
them coming at you! I would have just ran from the start; they'd have
chopped me into pieces. Say, where did you get the mithril anyway?"
"It was my mothers. She took the robes about a century ago; gave me
the shirt and these swords. Heh, haha..." Just right of nowhere the
sylvan elf beigns to laugh.
Confused, Alystin just stares at her a moment before speaking,
"What's wrong with you?"
Shaking her head, she grins at the drow. "I--well...it's like I just
realized that I'm sitting here having dinner and sharing a fire with a
hired knife."
"Oh, goddess, here we go again..." Letting herself fall over
backwards, Alystin covers her face with her hands.
"No, no...it's just you really don't seem like an assassin! Well, not
that I've ever met one before, but this is pretty strange for me."
Sitting back up, "The best assassins don't look like killers. Why
would you want to be suspicious? I don't even normally carry my kris on
me; a few too many people know what it means."
"It's strange to get used to; it's a bit hard to accept you trade
peoples lives for money, but...oh, hells, I'm not going to think about
this anymore!"
Smiling at her over the fire, Alystin laughs, "Probably safer! The
worlds much nicer if you don't think about people willing to pay others
to kill, or that there are people willing to take the gold!"
"Well, I think we should get some sleep. We should get started early
tomorrow." Turning, Rhiannon spreads out her bedroll.
"A good idea." Standing and yawning, Alystin pulls off her shirt,
enjoying the cool night air on her bare breasts. "You had me going all
day; I usually travel at night."
"Really? Well, you are a dark elf, I guess. Daylights
painf...pa-painful?" Turning back, Rhiannon swallows when she sees
Alystin has removed her shirt, obsidian skin reflecting tinted orange
and red in the firelight. Alystin isn't looking at her as the dark elf
bends over, stripping off her breeches, supple leg muscles flexing as
she steps out of them. Rhiannon feels a warmth spread through her as
Alystin turns towards her, the sylvan elfs eyes following every lush
curve of the drows body, lingering slightly on the smooth patch of
hairless flesh between the dark elfs legs. Feeling her nipples
hardening, Rhiannon starts suddenly when Alystin speaks, pulling her
eyes up to look at the drows face.
"Yeah, a bit." Alystin is not looking at her, however, instead her
head is back as she looks up at the moon. "And I love the night sky!
It's one of the main reasons I do so much work on the surface!
Hhmmmm..."
Stretching languidly, arms up and then out, Alystin arches her back,
standing right up onto her toes.
Rhiannon swallows, nearly forgetting to breathe, as Alystin's large
firm tits thrust forward, bouncing lightly with her movement. Her eyes
wander back down to the drows shaven pussy as the arch reaches its
zenith, Alystin's pelvis thrust forward, Rhiannon feels a heavy flush
wash over her at the sight of the dark elfs puffy sex. Tearing her eyes
away, Rhiannon somehow manages to find her voice, though it seems
squeakier and more strained than normal, "I-I'm going to b-bed. Sleep
tight." Pulling her bedroll up, Rhiannon rolls over to face away from
the drow. She slips a hand into her leather breeches, fingers finding
wetness between her tightly clenched thighs.
Sighing, Alystin looks down at the sylvan elf. Slipping into her
bedroll, she shakes her head, 'What does a girl have to do to get laid
around here? Am I going to have to just jump her? Oh, well. Tomorrow
night; one more chance for her.'
* * * * *
The two elven women are up early in the morning as planned. A short,
slightly strained breakfast and then they are off through the cool
morning mist. Alystin gets the impression that Rhiannon didn't get much
sleep.
Both of them experts in stealth, their progress is silent as well as
swift, and many miles pass under their feet as the day grows warmer. By
early afternoon the day is sunny and almost actually hot as they get
deeper into the forest, the ground getting hillier and rockier.
All through the day Alystin finds herself enjoying the picturesque
beauty of the ancient forest.
Much later, this evening still warm, not cooling as much as the
previous night, and they have made camp in a 'secure' area nestled
between rocky outcropings. The clear sky open above, the moon and stars
are very bright tonight. An spot used often by the sylvan elves, a small
stream flows through, though the water is warm. This is the run off of a
hot spring welling up through a small waterfall nearby.
"I've been wondering, Rhiannon, why don't your people already know
what's going on in Sellyce, and you said the orks don't normally go
anywhere near there? Why?" Alystin leans over, in front of the beautiful
elf, as she sets down her bowl. Alystin has taken her seat next to
Rhiannon this night, taking every opportunity to brush against her, or
lean close.
Rhiannon is a wreck of frayed nerves. The proximity of her gorgeous
companion, who is constantly 'accidentally' touching her, leaning over
provocatively- it doesn't help here at all that she's also undone the
top of her shirt-, or otherwise just being so damned desirable! If only
she was ever sure of these things, Rhiannon thinks, and not so chicken
about maybe being wrong, she'd push the dark elf down and just DO IT!
"Rhiannon? Hello?"
Rhiannon realizes she has been silent for a couple minutes. Looking
up, her eyes meet Alystin's exotic red ones, forcing a bite of her
dinner and swallowing, Rhiannon looks away. "I-the orks, um...Sellyce
has, I don't know, something about it, something...powerful, I guess.
When you get close, you can feel it. You just want to turn away; we
think it must have something to do with whatever happened there. I don't
think it's ever been thoroughly explored, but we know something is going
on there. I volunteered to go and check it out. The orks normally don't
go anywhere near it, and maybe it's not orks there, and we never did
find any other sign of more orks."
"And you're going to go there?"
"Yes." Firmly, determined, Rhiannon continues, "I want to go and see.
The Elders don't normally like for us to get anywhere near it, so this
was a rare chance. I took it.", she shrugs.
"Okay...I just hope you're not getting yourself into too much
trouble." Smiling at Rhiannon, her hand gently squeezing Rhiannon's
shoulder. "Well, I'm going to go and check out that little hot spring."
Rhiannon, painfully aware of Alystin's touch, watches quietly as the
drow stands up. She feels her heart skip a beat, when right there right
next to her, Alystin undoes her breeches, letting them fall. Rhiannon
stares wantonly at Alystin's firm ass as the dark elf bends over to get
an extra blanket, eyes glued to the graceful movements of Alystin's legs
as she stands and turns back round. Rhiannon can't help but love the way
Alystin's shirt hangs, not quite low enough to conceal that pretty
little pussy...turns back round!? Quickly looking up, Rhiannon, more
nervous than ever now, sees Alystin is only shaking out the blanket.
Alystin steps over to her, smiling nicely, and extends a foot,
"Rhiannon, do me a favour and pull my boots off?"
Eyes very wide, Rhiannon swallows and nods. The seemingly ever
present lump in her throat grows more when she looks down at the smooth
black skin of Alystin's slender leg. Fingers fumbling, she fights the
desire to look up the tantalizing length of Alystin's leg, focusing on
removing the tight, soft ankle boot. Removing the first successfully,
she feels more confident with the second, but her resolve fails her, and
Rhiannon finds her eyes wandering up Alystin's leg, only able to stop
when they reach her smooth cunt.
"Rhiannon? You can let go of my ankle now..." Alystin looks down at
the elf, pleased at the effect she is having on her. 'She better get the
hint, or when I come back...'
"S-sorry..." Another sudden start, and Rhiannon reluctantly lets go,
only just now fully realizing how much she loved the feel of Alystin's
leg in her hand. She is aroused, and wet. Rhiannon watches as Alystin
starts to walk out of the clearing, a slight sway in her hips making
that incredible ass even more delicious, long slender legs captivating
her, Rhiannon finds herself unable to look away.
Alystin stops, and looking back over her shoulder seductively,
smouldering red eyes framed with her white hair, "You should think about
bathing, too. I mean, no offense, but pheww!"
Rhiannon blinks, still not sure- 'how can I not be sure!?'- and
watches Alystin leave the camp. Turning back, staring into the campfire,
Rhiannon is acutely aware of how aroused she is. Running her small hands
the outside of her clothes, she whispers to herself, "She can't be...she
must...I know what I want...she seems to be interested. Oh, for
fuck...why do I always seem to question it when it's so obvious! Why do
I always get so scared..."
The soft sound of a woman's voice singing quietly makes Rhiannon look
up, in the direction Alystin went.
"It's not like everyone in the clan will know...they'll probably
never know...", standing up, Rhiannon is resolved as she heads towards
the singing. "To hell with it! I can't let this go by!"
Reaching the small clearing around the hot spring, Rhiannon's breath
is taken away by what she sees.
Alystin incredible body is silhouetted against the pool and the
waterfall, steam from the hot water rising around her. Water high up on
her thighs, her obsidian skin makes her curvaceous form only more
visible as the moonlight is reflected off the water. Arms up, holding
her long white hair up and out of the way, she turns, the profile of her
jutting breasts making Rhiannon's arousal deepen.
Taking a few small steps towards the pool, Rhiannon pulls off her
tunic, shirt, then boots and pants hastily, leaving a trail of discarded
clothing behind her; having made up her mind it seems it's all she can
do to keep herself from tackling Alystin. "I thought about what you
said, about a bath..."
Opening her eyes, Alystin smiles at her, pleased with what she sees:
pale skin slightly tinted with green almost glows in the bright
moonlight, contrasted with the sylvan elfs dark hair. Her slender body
seeming to make her appear taller than she really is, small pert
breasts, nipples standing erect with arousal, jiggle ever so slightly as
she steps into the pool. Glowing red eyes roving downwards, past the
gently curving waist, far less exaggerated than her own, Alystin drinks
in the slim hips, and the dark patch of fine, sparse pubic hair between
Rhiannon's wiry legs.
"Good; I'd love to help scrub, if it would help..." She stands
silently waiting as Rhiannon wades over to her, reaching out to touch
Alystin's shoulder. Alystin rests a hand on the delicate wrist, and
Rhiannon steps in, her other arm reaching out and around to draw Alystin
into an embrace, pulling her close.
Pulling each other tight, hot water gently lapping at their thighs,
the two elven women kiss deeply. Pale cream contrasted with black glass,
they almost desperately rub their bodies together, tongues probing each
others mouth.
"What took you so long?" Alystin breathes lustily between kisses, her
hands roaming over the smooth skin of her lovers back.
"Don't talk..." Rhiannon swallows the dark elfs mouth with her own,
smothering any response in her desire. Delicate fingers at last trace
their way to Alystin's round buttocks, nails digging into the firm
black globes; Rhiannon's own lust increases with Alystin's little gasps
of pleasure.
Tracing her fingers up Rhiannon's side, sliding her hand between
them, Alystin cups one small pale breast in her hand, squeezing gently.
Rhiannon gasps delightedly, continuing to knead her lovers ass as
Alystin delicately pinches her hard nipple. Hands roaming wildly over
the drow womans back, Rhiannon titlts her head back, Alystin nuzzling at
her neck, raining a multitude of soft kisses on the sensitve flesh.
Alystin's lips move down the smooth creamy flesh, moving over
collarbone towards the other perky little breast, then she suddenly
stops, looking up into Rhiannon's dark eyes, "Your bandages...the
inju..."
Rhiannon cuts her off, tilting her head down, kissing the beautiful
full lips firmly. "Is gone. My mother's healing herbs. Now I said don't
talk..." Holding the back of Alysin's head, she gently pushes the dark
elfs lips back to her bosom.
Obligingly Alystin resumes her carress. One arm around her partners
waist, the other hand still stroking and petting a tiny breast, she
takes the nipple between her lips, gently sucking, teasing it with the
tip of her tongue. Head still held, Rhiannon's fingers runnning through
her white hair, Alystin arches her back up to meet Rhiannon's other hand
as the sylvan elf leans over her, bodies parting slightly, to carress
Alystin's firm ass once more.
Rhiannon's touch becomes bolder, her fingers trailing into the cleft
between the two spread cheeks, touching the tight star of the drows
anus, continuing past, to slide lengthwise along smooth moist vulva.
Tipping Alystin's head back, pulling her up and locking thier lips
together again, Rhiannon pushes her back against the rocks next to the
waterfall. Seperating, Rhiannon's hands carress Alystin, fingers
brushing soft black skin, eventually coming to tease the dark elfs
larger tits.
Alystin sighs, back arching as she falls into the warm tingle of
having her large, sensitive breasts tickled. Putting her hands against
the rock behind her, she thrusts her tits out to meet Rhiannon's soft
lips, her pussy tingling fiercely, growing hotter and wetter with each
flick of the sylvan elfs tongue.
Rhiannon continues her way down her dark lovers body, fingers leading
the way, touching the smooth hairless mound above Alystin's pussy. A
finger slides between the puffy nether lips, Rhiannon kissing Alystin's
hard stomach as she sinks lower into the hot water of the pool.
Spray from the waterfall lands droplets on Alystin's generous tits,
hot water cooling in the night air adding wonderfully to the sensation.
Her own hands playing with them, pinching her nipples, twisting them
gently as she first feels Rhiannon's warm breath on her naked sex. Her
pelvis thrusts out to meet the first touch of the sylvan elfs tongue,
tight black pussy lips trapping the tip of it between them.
Reaching around, Rhiannon almost roughly grabs two handfulls of
perfect drow ass, pulling the sweet honey pot harder onto her tongue.
Smothering the delcious smooth lips with her mouth, she thrusts deep
into Alystin's pussy, relishing the feel as it clenches around her
dancing tongue. Sliding her mouth up, licking the slit lengthwise, she
rubs her teeth against the hard nub of Alystin's throbbing clit.
Moaning, Alystin rubs her cunt into Rhiannon's face, one hand holding
the sylvan elfs head, fingers entwined in her hair. Gasping for breath,
moment away from orgasm, Alystin pulls her lover up, "Le-let's get out
of the water..."
Taking her hand, Rhiannon leads the drow round, pushing her towards
the shore. Dark eyes locked into glowing red, smouldering lust seems to
charge the space between them as Rhiannon helps Alystin out of the pool
to sit on the soft clover on the shore.
Alystin wraps her arms around the sylvan elf. Breath short, she pulls
her close, feet still dangling in the hot pool, and greedily kisses her
more slender cousin. Voraciously continuing their embrace, Alystin
allows herself to be pushed down, Rhiannon climbing on top of her.
Returning the desperate embrace, Rhiannon presses her small pert
breasts into the much larger globes of her dark skinned cousin,
relishing the feel of their wet skin forced together. Erect nipples
rubbing together, she slides one thigh between Alystin's long slender
legs, pushing it against the drows smooth pussy. Moving her thigh
against her lovers sensitive cunt, she pushes down, rubbing her body
against Alystin's, forcing her own burning snatch onto Alystin's firm
thigh.
Alystin rocks her body into Rhiannon's embrace, legs intertwining,
locking together as the tempo of their lovemaking increases. Still
kissing ravenously, tongues darting in and out between short, harsh
breaths, they begin to gradually hump each others thighs in earnest.
Grinding their pussies into each others thighs, the two women are
utterly lost to anything but their lust. Panting, moaning, the light
woman rides her dark lover vigorously, met thrust for thrust, their
entire bodies feel as though they are melding together! Climaxes
mounting, bodies bucking together, breasts heaving, fingers and legs
locked together, the two beautiful elven women suddenly shudder, nearly
at the same moment, somehow pulling each other tighter, closer, as they
cum!
Crying out, almost convulsing, pussies spasming and clenching, they
still slowly grind themselves together, smearing sweet love juice on
each others thigh.
"Oh, shit...this isn't your first time, is it?" Alystin gasps,
breathing still ragged as she holds on to her lover.
"No...b-but there's not much chance for discreet sex around here."
Rhiannon replies, rolling off of her, to lie on her side next to
Alystin.
One arm still around her, Alystin pulls Rhiannon close, kissing her
softly.
Snuggling up next to her drow lover, throwing a leg over Alystin's
waist, Rhiannon nibbles brielfy on Alystin's earlobe, gently kissing her
way to the sensitive pointed tip of the dark elfs ear, "Let's just rest
here a moment; look at the stars."
Looking over into Rhiannon's beautiful dark eyes, "Just a short rest,
though, then back to the fire; I've got some more things I'd like to do
to you yet..."
"Oh, yes!" Rhiannon laughs, a lusty fire in her eyes, "I'm not done
with you yet, drow!"
"Lots of things...", Alystin lies back, head tilting to rest on
Rhiannon's shoulder, she looks up into the clear night sky, stars
twinkling, moon beautiful and big, nearly full. "What a beautiful
night."
* * * * *
Late the next afternooon and the two beautiful elves are pushing
hard, waking late in the morning after spending most of the night
fucking, they are pressed to try and make the temple by evening. The
forest here is even thicker, older, great ancient trees looming over
them, the sun is nearly impossible to see and the air is cool.
"I think we'll make it.", Rhiannon says, slightly short of breath,
she knocks another low branch aside. "Branch. Think we should take a
look in tonight?"
Alystin uses the haft of her axe to keep the branch from smacking
back into her face, following closely behind the sylvan elf, "Thanks. We
could look in tonight, slept late enough, and it's not going to matter
underground. You don't have to come with me though, you could always
just keep heading to Sellyce."
"This is on the way, and what if you run into trouble? I don't mind."
"If you insist, but I'll keep on with you into Sellyce then; it's
only fair, and I'm not really on a time table." Letting her eyes wander
down, Alystin ogles Rhiannon's firm little bum. "Give us a couple more
nights together, too..."
Looking back over her shoulder, Rhiannon gives Alystin a smouldering
look. Turning back, she steps out into a small clearing and stops
suddenly.
"What is i...", stepping up beside her, Alystin is caught short, the
huge stone ruin in front of her taking her breath away.
Just a couple dozen feet away is the side of a massive curving stone
wall, overgrown with greenery, cracked wide where the odd tree has grown
out from between stones at the base. Pillars set into the wall run down
the length, faded bas-relief worn beyond recognition.
"Guess we were closer than I thought..."
* * * * *
End of 3a...to be continued in 3b, "The Forgotten Idol"
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