The Wraith Spider

by Jashin

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3a - Part 3b - Part 3c - Part 3d

PART 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 recognize 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, graying 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, bounce 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 penned 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 graying 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 burgundy 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 earnestly, 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 Alystin's almond shaped eyes, those long lashes, the angle of her perfect cheek bones, the smoldering 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 cinnamon oil hands. Her legs almost involuntarily spread as much as the sides of the tub will allow, 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 smoldering 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 further 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. Caressing 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 into 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 covered 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 come back after we finish 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 fully 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. Across the table from her a serving girl appears, though to Alystin's disappointment 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 throws 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, callused 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 unconscious.

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 separate 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. Definitely 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 traveling 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 cinnamon 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 thoroughly, 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...methodical. 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.

Complying 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 elicits. 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, separated by only the slippery translucent 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 bed frame. 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 strong 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 uncontrollably 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 believe 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 weight 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 traveling 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 ass cheeks 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 position. 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. Wildly, 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.

*****

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 glasses 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?"

"Hmmm...okay. Shit!", trying to talk while drinking, Alia has spilled some of it down her chin. Holding the glass away from 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 Alystin 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 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 gray, 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 definitely 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 carefully 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 lock picks and tools, and their dagger of office. It is said this tradition extends back millennia 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 favor 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 solution 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 gray 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 silent 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 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 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 individuals 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 particularly pleased with her performance on tonight's 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 reclining 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 lunch time 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 definitely 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 uncontrollably.

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 ogles 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...

*****

Part 2: Consequences

Pinched, spanked, and tugged, the crotch rope pulled painfully into her naked sex, Alystin is lead down the filthy alley by her captors. Empty boxes and garbage fill the alley, and the odor of piss and shit from dumped chamber pots is almost overwhelming, especially since Alystin is still gagged, forced to breathe through her nose only.

Rats scurry from their path as they make their way down towards an adjoining alley further along. Passing by the back of another shop, clothing, judging by the bolts of colored cloth, Alystin sees the workers in back look up as they pass, but just as quickly look away once they see the nature of the procession. Again, there will be no help here.

Still, she has not given up hope. Of course, there's no way out of this, but if they don't know who she is, who she represents, and they can't right? They can't be that stupid, can they? Even this far north they should know that messing with one of the Unseen like this would mean an invasion of assassins, all sent to root out and slaughter the entire guild; it wouldn't be the first time...

So all Alystin has to do is hold on, hang in, and when she gets to this 'Silk' person, put the proper fear into him. That's it. Then they'll apologize profusely, shower her with gold and fine things to buy her off, and she'll be able to go! That has to do it; there's just NO WAY these guys can be so stupid. And by the Abyss, they're thieves, so there's no way they can be that brave! Right?

She's almost happy, almost totally confident that they'll see reason when they realize their lives are on the line here, that their entire guild is on the line, that she's almost rushing to get this done with. Of course, the laughing, pinching, slapping thugs, bouncing her around between them help with that, too. Every part of her body is stinging from their slaps, and she can still feel them pawing all over her lush body.

Soon, down another adjoining alley, similar to the others in that way all filthy alley's are similar, the enter the back of a building. Storage crates fill the dark room, and with the light from the open door, two of the guards step in, fetching lamps and lighting them.

Alystin is ushered in with another forceful pull on the crotch rope, almost lifting her off her feet. Moving behind some of the crates, one of the guards with a lamp opens a door, hidden as it was, disguised as a neat stack of crates. Leading her, they head down a set of steep wooden stairs. Alystin finds descending them difficult, her ankles still tied by the short piece of rope.

Entering some gray brick tunnels, they walk for a few minutes, then they finally enter into another storage room.

This room is well lit, four lamps, one in each corner, and one hanging from the middle of the ceiling. The light is bright and clear, chasing all the shadows from behind the few small crates and boxes, even from under the table and chairs in the middle of the modest room. Clearly, the light is magical in nature.

Two men are seated at the table, a nice bowl of fruit between them, and a third is leaning against the far wall, but it's obvious to Alystin he's ready for action, hand close to a throwing dagger. Silk's bodyguard, no doubt.

"Shit! Damn it Silk! I told you not to bring her here until I was gone!", one of the men stands up sharply, anger and fear mixing in his voice.

Eyes still adjusting to the light, it takes a moment before Alystin can see, but when she can she almost lunges at Renard. Instantly one of the thugs has her, but still Renard has jumped back, almost to the far side of the table.

"Just take your money and go, then, but I promise you she'll be no threat to us after today.", says the man still seated at the table, waving dismissively. He's a human in late middle age, eyes still clear and cunning.

Muttering to himself, Renard snatches up a heavy looking purse, and not daring to look up at Alystin's blazing eyes, he rushes from the scene.

"Well, well. So this is what one of the famous Unseen looks like. Funny, I'd imagined you to come with your own pants, and...wearing less rope?" ,standing, Silk casually walks over to her, studying her as he approaches, and grabs her by the chin, "And gagged, too. Slut put up a fight, did she?"

"Yeah, Silk. A pretty good one. But here she is. What do you want us to do with her?", the eager look in the lead thug's eyes leaves no doubt as to what he thinks they should do.

"For now just remove her gag. I'll decide how best to punish her depending on what she has to say.", Silk walks back to the table, and picking a nice juicy apple he leans nonchalantly against the edge, sinking his teeth into the ripe fruit.

"mmph!--HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME LIKE THIS!! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? WHEN THE UNSEEN HEAR OF THIS THEY--Mmph--!"

With a simple gesture Silk has the lead thug silence her, his huge hand nearly enveloping her entire face.

"Now, now, dear girl, is that anyway to talk to someone when they have you at such a huge disadvantage? You went and killed one of our best customers, you know; you have a great deal of revenue to make up to us. As for your Unseen, you are far away from them, and your only ally betrayed you for a bag of gold. I say you have little choice; you WILL do what we tell you, or we simply kill you. Doesn't that sound fair to you? Now, we have someone in mind for you to kill for us. Agree to this, and we let you go. Of course, you will still be punished, but agree now and I will be lenient."

Hearing this, several of the guards groan and shake their heads, looks of disappointment pass between them. At least one can be heard muttering something to the effect of 'I knew we should have taken our fun in the alley...'

"Well, that's a start, at least, Silk.", hand removed from her mouth, Alystin feels good about this, eyes fierce and challenging, she says firmly, "But let me tell you what's going to happen: you're going to let me go. Now. In return, I will forget all of this took place; your filthy dogs here never touched me, and the assassins of the Unseen will not need to come here and eliminate your entire, feeble, little guild of thieves."

Silk begins to laugh, "You don't get it? I know that if your guild never sees you again, they'll assume you died on the road back home, or something like that! You are stuck, my little drow cunt. Ours.", grabbing a chair and the bowl of fruit from the table, he takes it over to the wall and putting it down there, sits firmly, making great pains to look as though he's taking the time to get comfortable, "Men, for a job well done today I reward you with punishing this tender dark elf pussy you brought. You caught her, you get to rape her black ass. And take your time; this slut needs to learn her lesson well."

"What? No, you can't do this! St--mmmppphhh!!"

Hooting with joy, they begin to bounce her between them in earnest, slapping her ass, grabbing her tits through her shirt, stroking her shaven pussy, the white rope still pulled taut between her obsidian labia. One thug suddenly hauls her up to him, and plants a deep kiss right on her lips, forcing her jaw open with his hand he thrusts his tongue deep into her mouth.

Another pulls her away from him, yanking brutally at the crotch rope. Alystin yelps in pain as it digs even deeper into her. Stretching her back, he bites at her neck, reaching around to roughly grab her crotch.

"Hey! Hold her like that for a moment! Let's cut her shirt off!", taking a dagger, the thug who spoke, just another of the ten huge, ugly men, grabs the front of her shirt and slices, careful to cut between the ropes above and below her firm tits. "Hold her steady so I can cut the shirt out from under these ropes!"

"Oh, one more thing men,", Silk says, mouth full of fruit, "If she gives you too much trouble, say biting or anything like that, just kill her. That's an order."

A chorus of agreements tells Alystin she's going to have to behave if she wants to live; she remains still, not wanting to accidentally stab herself. She can't believe this position she in, it's not like men are of no interest to her, but just drow men! Never humans! They're all uncontrollably hairy and smelly and loud! They never know their place, and now ten of them are going RAPE her! Her! Ten of the hugest she's ever seen! The smallest is a half foot taller than her, and twice as wide, and there's TEN! There's nothing she can do now, but if she lasts, never let them break her, just grit her teeth and hold on, then she can escape later! THEN she can come back and kill them. ALL of them!

These are the thoughts crossing Alystin's mind during the brief moment of stillness as they cut the shirt out from under the ropes binding her arms and chest.

"C'mon slut! Up on the table!", one particularly big thug lifts her by both ends of the crotch rope, front and back, causing the it to dig further still into her cunt, the white rope disappearing from view as she howls.

"Yehah! Listen to her!", she's panting, short breaths between sobs, as the men surround her as she lays there struggling, tears beginning to well in her red eyes. Callused hands grab her now bare black tits, roughly kneading and pinching the tender flesh. Still more hands harshly force her legs apart, and slap and grab her sore, dry cunt. Someone grabs her jaw and roughly yanks her head back, his huge mouth smothering hers completely.

"I don't think we need this in our way, do you guys?", one says, yanking the crotch rope, making Alystin cry out again. She's turned slightly, and another dagger makes short work of the rope. A slight tugging at her shapely legs, and she realizes they cut them free, too, though she can still feel the rope tight around her ankles.

Turned onto her back again, her weight resting painfully on her arms, bound as they are beneath her, and she feels her legs spread wide apart this time! Fearing the worst, she wrenches her head free from the grip of the man holding it, and is almost relieved to see the terribly ugly one lowering his face into her crotch. Looking about, eyes frantically searching for some way, some thing she can use, but all she can see is the thugs shucking their clothes, tossing shirts and pants into piles on the floor. Her eyes widen in terror as she notices one very important fact: by some freak twist, like they were all picked for this reason or something equally perverse, every single one of these ten huge men has a massive cock, only growing longer and thicker as they stroke themselves to hardness in preparation.

"Yeah, get her all lubed up! We're going to have us some tight elf pussy today!", someone says, and Alystin can feel the rough fingers force her cunt lips wide, a thick tongue beginning to probe deep into her hairless box. This lacks all refinement and care, it only exists to force her body to comply, to heat up and moisten, to get ready for a violent fucking! To her horror, Alystin feels her body responding, a small twitch deep in her loins the first tiny act of betrayal.

Crying out in her panic, she finds her head suddenly pulled back over the edge of the table by her long white hair, the same man, only this time he has something else in mind. Her mouth perfectly open in a big 'o', he shoves his sizable cock between her purple lips. The cool feel of the flat of a dagger on her cheek is all the reminder she needs as the man thrusts hard, his thick tool forcing it's way back into her throat. The dagger disappears, the man filling her mouth knowing she understands, as his thick smelly pubic hair mashes up into her face, his heavy balls smacking her nose. Pulling back, the man adjusts himself, angling for better penetration, he holds her chin, keeping her mouth and full lips tight around his engorged cock. Alystin gasps for breath, her nose and mouth full of the smell and taste of the unwashed man's sweat and filth, and then he thrusts into her hot mouth again, then withdraws, thrusts...the back of her head is smacking the edge of the table as she gasps for breath, mouth full of thick, pale white human dick, the huge thug relentlessly and violently fucking her beautiful black face. The merciless rape of her mouth continues for what seems a lifetime before the man suddenly tenses, spurting thick gooey cum into her throat. So much of it that gobs of sticky white cum start trickling out the sides of her mouth, dribbling down her cheeks and into her nose despite the best efforts of the thug to make her swallow it all. Finally spurting the last hot streamers of spunk into her, the man withdraws, a final strand hanging from his cock to her mouth. Coughing and spitting, she tosses her head trying to shake the cum off, opening her eyes just in time to see another pair of hairy balls bobbing in front of her face, the bloated white cock thrusting towards her cum splattered lips...

Men paw and slap her large tits with strong white hands, the smooth black orbs bouncing painfully from their attentions. One tugs her nipple harshly, twisting it painfully he pulls her tit up so high and hard she has to arch her back to keep up. Laughing and slapping the suspended flesh, the man releases her tit, delighting in the way it bounces. Both of her sensitive tits are grabbed roughly, one big man apiece, her nipples teased and pinched even more, they take her nipples into their mouths. They bite her tits harshly, leaving clear imprints in her soft flesh. Suckling, they pull at her nipples with their teeth, kneading Alystin's abused tits even more...

Despite her best efforts, Alystin is beginning to moisten, her cunt lips swelling and growing hot. The hardness of her throbbing clit an obvious sign of her body's betrayal. She feels herself flush, and more tears welling in her eyes she does her best to force her arousal back. She can't give in to these humans!

"Lemme see what she tastes like...", another man takes his place between her legs, his rough tongue sliding up the entirety of her moistening gash. Grabbing her athletic thighs, he forcefully spreads her legs almost perpendicular to her body, making her shaved pussy lips spread automatically. Her sex violently exposed, the thug licks deep and long into her wet tunnel, covering her entire cunt with his mouth. Other men take her legs, forcing them flat against the table, making her pussy even more vulnerable. The inside of her sex is made visible as the first thug spreads her wide, glistening dark burgundy between puffy black labia, cunt muscles clenching, he then forces two fat pale fingers into her tight snatch. She sobs and whimpers as he twists his wrist, wriggling his fingers inside her, forcing more reluctant arousal from her...

A third human steps up to take advantage of her hot mouth, only moments behind the last man, pinching her nose to make her mouth open, he stabs his throbbing cock between her dark purple lips. Alystin feels another man's hot breath on her bald obsidian cunt, another tongue sampling her now dripping juices. Men continue to hold her struggling legs firmly, one smart guy tickling and slapping the sensitive soles of her bare feet. Steadying her leg with his strong hands, he sucks lewdly on her dainty black toes, wriggling his tongue around the red painted nails. Teeth and pinching fingers assault her firm melon-sized tits non-stop, the silk ropes above and below them cutting into the flesh, eliciting more wracking sobs from her stuffed mouth.

The tongue leaves Alystin's sticky cunt, cool damp air from the basement room highlighting her vulnerability for her. She feels a fresh spread of warmth from her loins as strong hands grab her narrow waist, her tits suddenly free from groping, vicious hands. The man fucking her face even stops for a moment, though he does not remove his dick from her mouth; she feels it throb softly as her legs are once again firmly pressed to the table.

"I'm the one that grabbed her, so I get dibs...", hearing this Alystin is hopeful for one brief moment, maybe they will fight amongst themselves, giving her the opportunity she needs. Her hopes are instantly shattered by the chorus of agreeing laughter, the others urging her assailant to get on with it!

Pulling her forward roughly, almost yanking her mouth from the long cock resting in it, the thug impales her on his obscenely thick member. Alystin cries out in anguish, her tight cunt stretched viciously and suddenly around the rock hard cock. The men laugh and jeer at her anguish, commenting on the sight of her hairless black pussy full to bursting with thick white meat. All the muscles in her restrained legs and tortured pelvis contract as the man withdraws, only to suddenly slam into her with even greater force. With terrible clarity Alystin realizes the slickness of her betraying pussy is allowing him to pump hard into her with little trouble, his scratchy pubes rubbing her tender abused pussy with each forward thrust.

"Let's do her at the same time.", says the man with his prick in her mouth as he thrusts into her at the same time as the man ravaging her cunt. Grabbing her by the back of her head, a fistful of her white hair, he leans forward, hand resting on her shoulder and begins to mercilessly fuck Alystin's soft, full lips. Soon matching pace, thrust for thrust, the thugs are slamming into her simultaneously from both ends. Alystin's arms are aching underneath her, ropes twisting and digging into them and her breasts as she's almost tossed back and forth between them. Every thrust almost succeeds in folding her up with it's violence, the men riding her sopping pussy and drooling mouth steady and vigorously.

Tears are flowing freely now as Alystin sobs, the most horrible part of the violent rape her body's unexpected betrayal. Not wanting to give them the victory of breaking her will an orgasm would allow, she closes her eyes tightly and tries her best to fight off her growing arousal as the men pump and pump and pump, never slowing their pace. A sudden hoot from another thug reminds her of the crowd of men surrounding her suddenly, and she finds herself grow hotter as the humiliation of knowing she is on display sinks in.

With a final brutal thrust each, both men begin spurting their hot seed into her body. Withdrawing from her mouth, that thug happily coats her dark face with his jizz, strands shooting into her hair and gasping mouth. The man in her pussy is encouraged by his friends to fill her up, however, all of them seeming delighted at the expressed idea of trying to fill her pussy to overflowing with their loads. Panting, she uses the moment of stillness to actually steel her resolve some, finally feeling control returning to her abused body, her arousal seems to subside some...she won't let them make her cum!

Another man takes his place between her legs, his dick, thinner than the first man's, but absurdly long, brutally ramming it's way into her all the way to her cervix. Grabbing her thighs roughly, he presses them to his sides, the slender dark limbs instinctively wrapping themselves around his thick waist. Thug number four moves up to her face, slapping her jizz soaked cheeks with his heavy cock, he encourages her to suck his dick willingly. Motivating Alystin to do her best, he happily restarts the abuse on her beautiful tits. She takes the cock into her mouth, sliding her tongue around it, bobbing her head as best she can upside down as she is, and is rewarded with slightly lighter pinching of her nipples. Continuing to work over his throbbing tool, Alystin realizes she's at least happy he's not thrusting into her, like the others. Soon, she has him cumming, spurting his cum into her mouth. Twisting her nipples violently, he tells her quietly to swallow it all, 'or else'; tears coming again, Alystin gulps frantically, nearly gagging on his massive load, but she manages to keep from spilling a drop. Patting her cheek gently, he tells Alystin 'good girl', just in time for the thug violating her cunt to tense, pumping his load deep into her belly.

"I want something special...", the lead thug says menacingly, stepping into place between her legs. Grabbing the back of Alystin's knees, he pushes her legs up, folding them against her body, her naked ass is raised up off the smooth table top. In this new very vulnerable position, her slim legs held tight, pressed down, crushing her breasts against her, she is horrified to feel the tip of his rigid prick press against the pucker of her asshole.

"NO! No, please! Not there! I'll do anything! I've never, not there...Ipromise!justdontpleaseohpleasenotmyass...", shaking her head violently, red eyes wide with fear Alystin pleads for mercy. She's met with laughter and taunts, but not one of them moves to quiet her this time. Her begging only excites them more.

"Virgin ass, slut? Even better! Your cherry ass is mine!", the lead thug taunts Alystin as he violently stabs his thick pole into her ass! Her own pussy juices and the cum of her previous two rapists had already trickled down her crack, providing a healthy and much needed amount of lubricant as the head of this massive prick drives into her rectum.

"N-AAAAAHHH!!", Alystin is screaming fully now, her virgin asshole painfully stretched by it's first invader. Still, only about just the head, and about two inches of the thug's thick cock have made it in so far, so pulling out slightly, he redoubles his efforts, slamming another couple inches into her tight ass, making her scream once more.

The other thugs are laughing and pointing, slapping each other on the shoulder as they enjoy her screams, but they are all standing off slightly, to better enjoy the show. To the side and behind their leader, they watch as he continues to force more of his huge white dick into the drow's tight black asshole, the pucker of her sphincter gripping his shaft obscenely as he withdraws slightly, then the fierce clench of Alystin's perfect round butt as he pistons forward once more.

Screaming non-stop, pleading with him to stop as the painful sodomy continues relentlessly, Alystin is horrified to find her body responding to this most awful degradation. The heat in her pussy is unmistakable, the twitching in her loins the first sign of a looming orgasm! This can't be! Not now! Not to this!

The lead thug has finally forced his entire massive prick into her behind, his coarse pubic hair sticking to her splayed pussy lips. Grinding his hips he grins at Alystin evilly, his cock moving about painfully in her rectum. Starting to pump her, he first withdraws only a little, then slams forward so hard it folds her up some more, her tits mashed painfully under her thighs. He repeats this action, gradually moving further and further out, then driving his massive shaft forward ever harder, slamming her body around violently. Laying down atop her he begins to grind again, teasing her between powerful thrusts, pinning her legs to her ample chest. Reaching down to her sides, he grabs the ropes binding her arms and chest, and using this for leverage he rams Alystin's defiled ass brutally, tugging her down to meet each thrust!

"NONONONON--NAAAAHH!!", Alystin cries out in reluctant orgasm, the vile ass rape tearing her last shred of dignity from her in a flood of warm honey! Her back arching off the table, head back howling out her anguish, the muscles in her ass clench so firmly with her spasming pussy that the thug can't move his cock one tiny bit. Body writhing as wave after wave of her self-restrained orgasms flood her senses all at once, she finally becomes still, sobbing and whimpering; they're winning.

"Oh my, I do believe the slut just came...", Silk's voice is full of astonishment, "What a complete whore! Ha!"

"Yeah? Well I ain't done here yet! So you like it in your ass after all, you fucking slut?", the lead thug looks energized, his victory over the uppity drow cunt powering him he starts to lay into her even harder! Pounding his huge cock mercilessly into her ravaged asshole, he reams her brutally, white cock tearing more cries and sobs from his obsidian skinned fuck toy. Finally, after several more minutes of being painfully sodomized, Alystin feels him pull out as the hot splatter of cum covers her upturned asshole and pussy.

A pair of strong hands take her by the waist, pulling her back over the end of the table and rolling her over onto her belly. A smack on her ass gets her attention as the man behind her uses his knees to force her long black legs apart. Roughly grabbing the magnificent globes of Alystin's butt cheeks, he pries them apart, pressing the head of his dick into her abused sphincter, chuckling at the wonderful sight of her black flesh swallowing his throbbing white cock. Driving forward, Alystin crying out in pain and horror once more, he shoves his entire length into her in one powerful thrust!

The first thug to ravage her pussy appears in front of her, he takes his thick semi-erect cock in hand and grabbing her sore jaw, he forces Alystin to suck on it, making it harden in her mouth.

"C'mon, there's a good girl, get me nice and hard for you...", making her lick around the length of his shaft, loving the feel of her facile tongue wrapping around his throbbing member, he motions for the man fucking her tight ass to grab her hair. Taking a fistful of white hair, the man yanks it back, almost pulling her sucking mouth from the dick filling it. Alystin grunts as her hair is used to pull her back forcefully onto the cock probing her rectum, impaling her even more uncomfortably as she arches back, her breasts lifting slightly off the table. The man enjoying the forced blowjob reaches to her chest, groping Alystin's delicious tits he teases her hard nipples, finally pinching, twisting them he raises her further off the table. A hand on the small of her back keeps Alystin's pelvis in the same position for the man sodomizing her, his hard cock grinding into her in slow, painful circles as he fucks her. A whimper escapes her lips, tight as they are around the thick, now throbbing rock hard dick slowly fucking her mouth, her hair is tugged back further, like some kind of leash, forcing another painful cry, and her body is now bent with her abused ass nearly horizontal and her torso almost vertical.

The man in front of her has to follow her up, climbing up to kneel on the table in front of her. The table creaks threateningly under the huge man's weight, but this goes unnoticed as he pulls her face away from his crotch, motioning to the man behind her again to pull more.

Alystin is newly grateful for her athletic body's flexibility as she is painfully yanked backwards, her head pulled right back so she's looking at the ceiling. She yelps in pain as her bound arms are pinched by the white silk rope, the man raping her ass brutally laying into her even harder as he forces Alystin's legs even further apart, making her have to stand on her toes while she suffers her abuse.

The thug kneeling on the table grabs two handfuls of perfect drow tits, the obsidian globes framed beautifully by the white ropes binding her chest above and below them. Lowering himself so he's almost sitting on his heels, he pulls her heaving chest to his crotch, and mashing her soft tits around his hard cock he begins rocking back and forth. He twists her dark purple nipples harshly between thumb and forefinger as he fucks Alystin's cleavage, his white cock slick with her own saliva disappearing between her generous tits with each violating thrust.

Alystin is moaning and gasping softly now between sobs, her body seemingly beyond her control, the betrayal nearly complete. She can't fight back the pleasure her abused, thoroughly raped body feels. The feel of the thick cock ravaging her tender asshole, each thrust like a hot piston into her bowels as the man's hairy balls slap wetly into her sticky shaven snatch. Her erect nipples painfully squeezed between strong fingers as her sensitive tits are violated, coarse pubic hair tickling the undersides of her breasts. Body shaking with her sobs, Alystin wonders how she could feel this...pleasure, her confused, muddled mind unable to fathom her body's growing hunger, her clenching pussy's need, for more defilement.

The thug raping her ass spent, his seed deposited deep in her bowels, he withdraws. Immediately another thug takes his place, and Alystin can't believe she finds herself wondering why they don't fuck her pussy some more? This painful realization, the sudden knowledge that she is this close to total defeat is shattered by another massive dick taking it's turn in her ass.

Crying out at the third violation of her bowels, Alystin suddenly feels the warm splatter of white semen on her tits, the thug fucking them still as spurts of jizz fountain into the air to land dripping over her chin and nipples. Slapping her tits painfully, he climbs off the table. All support gone, the exhausted cum covered dark elf simply falls forward, her tits crushed under her weight as she lays on the table limp.

She stirs as her newest anal rapist grabs the back of her thighs and forces her knees up onto the table behind her. Alystin's asshole and pussy painfully spread by this new position, the man reams her rectum without missing a stroke as he uses her hair to pull her up much as the first man did. Only this man doesn't stop until her back is pressed to his chest, the insides of her thighs feeling the strain as the unusual position is forced on them. Alystin's tits bounce and jiggle beautifully as she's forced to sit up onto the pole fucking her ass. Leaning back, still hammering his rigid tool into her butt, he wraps one arm around her chest and grabs the back of her right thigh in one hand, right below her round ass cheek.

"All right, who's going to help me finish taming this dark elf slut?", turning around, he grabs her left butt cheek with his strong callused left hand, and leaning back on the table starts bouncing her up and down on his thick pole. Alystin's legs pulled apart, dripping splayed pussy on display invitingly as she is forced to ride the violating member in her ass, leaning back on the huge chest of her assailant.

A thug who's yet to enjoy either of her holes is the first to step up, the second man who raped her beautiful mouth. Groping her bobbing tits as he steps up, his cock massively swollen with his arousal he places it at the slippery entrance to her cunt. With one hand guiding his prick, he waits until she is riding the thick dick in her ass back down to thrust into her tight shaven pussy.

Moaning loudly, Alystin's eyes open in shock as the second dick rams into her cunt, the sudden feel of the double penetration making her cry out as both her holes are stuffed to capacity. She can feel the two thick cocks rubbing together through the membrane between her sore rectum and vaginal walls. Her violated body reacts with another warm flush of lubricating honey, allowing the thug raping her tight elf cunt an even easier time as she nearly slides right off his long pole at the zenith of each brutal stab into her orifices.

"Hey, hey, I got an idea...why don't you guys lay down with her?", Alystin's ears prick up at this, wondering what terrible defilement the speaker could have thought up. She flushes slightly as she feels her body heat up in anticipation at the idea, ashamed at her own loss of control over her own body. She does not miss the shrugs exchanged by the two men currently impaling her before they move, careful not to dislodge themselves from the tight warm body cavities stuffed with their meat. Laying down carefully, the thug in her ass on the bottom, the man violating her juicy pussy grabs her legs by the back of her knees to keep her in a convenient position. Holding her still like this, they begin thrusting their thick dicks into her holes, her obsidian skin contrasted against their white flesh as they continue to bounce Alystin up and down.

The thug beneath her moves his hands to her narrow waist as another steps up and pulls her head back by the hair. Seeing the hard cock press towards her full lips, Alystin snaps, knowing that she's utterly and totally defeated unless she does something now! Suddenly the thugs are forced to fight her as she bucks and kicks, thrashing around wildly on their invading cocks, she screams curses at them in deep drow, trying to maneuver her legs to kick off the man impaling her pussy! She pulls her head free of the man trying to take her mouth, and sitting up on the cock in her ass she tries to snap her forehead forward into the face of the thug in front of her! Almost falling out of Alystin's sopping pussy as he tries to get back from the onslaught he is saved only by the man behind her grabbing her long white hair again!

Yanked back viciously, Alystin screams out more curses, but the surprise of her sudden attack dissipated, the thugs are regaining control of her, and her renewed fight only seems to excite them further. Wrapping his massive fist in her white hair to prevent her from escaping his grasp again, the thug standing behind her pulls her head down backwards, but knowing the angry eyed drow would be too likely to bite right now he decides instead to slap her angry contorted face. Alternating between his right hand and the hardness of his cock, he distracts the screaming drow, causing her to scream less as she shrieks and tosses her head to try and avoid the humiliating sting of his dick on her cheeks.

Still kicking and fighting to get free, Alystin feels another man straddle her chest, grabbing the ropes binding her. She feels his dick resting between her heaving breasts as he uses the ropes to try and hold her in place, rubbing the tip of his cock over her nipples. Letting go of the ropes, he grabs the sides of her torso, just below her tits, and using his wrists to squeeze them together he starts sliding his long hard cock between them, raping her firm mammarys.

The two thugs stuffed into her ass and pussy feel reinvigorated. The wild bucking of the beautiful dark elf impaled on their throbbing erections only serving to stimulate them further. In unison they begin to pump savagely into Alystin's tight orifices, jaws clenched tight they pound her hard, determined to tame her! Crying again, realizing there is no way free of their grasp, a still bucking and struggling Alystin is only trying to keep them from total victory over her, but her outburst has turned them merciless, and all four men currently violating her are unwavering in their renewed assault.

Seeing her sobbing, growing less still, the thug slapping her gorgeous dark face humiliatingly with his fat white prick decides to try his luck. Pinching her nose to make her gasp for air, he thrusts his cock into her invitingly sexy mouth, looking for all the world to him that it can only have been made to suck dick, and pushes the fat purple head of his tool into the back of her throat. Joining the simultaneous thrusting of the other men, he pumps his dick in and out of her mouth, listening to her sobs and whimpers as she begins to slow her violent struggling.

The terrible violation of all four men slamming her body around making her whimper with terror as her libido again begins to respond against her will. Alystin's erect clit throbbing, the sensitive nub tickled by rough pubic hair with each thrust of the thick white cock into her shaven pussy. The brutal reaming of the massive cock in her rectum, sliding in and out between her perfect round firm black ass cheeks. Her breasts heaving, bouncing painfully as a third prick violates her smooth dark tits, strong hands slapping and pinching hard as the thug rocks back and forth on her ravished chest. Gasping for breath, her nose pressed close into the fourth man's hairy sac as he savagely rapes her small mouth with his huge prick, one hand still slapping her face as he uses a fistful of white hair to jerk her soft lips up and down. With each thrust she almost gags, only by struggling to open her throat to accommodate him does the keep from choking.

The four men continue to ravage the battered beauty as she grows limp in their grasp, crying in her violation. They are almost surprised when she suddenly bucks again, but it only takes a moment for them to realize, smiling, that the involuntary spasms are just the sign of their victory.

Alystin's body commits the final act of betrayal as her senses are overwhelmed with a massive orgasm. All four cocks pounding her mercilessly as she thrashes about wildly, uncontrollably as her body turns her over to their complete domination. Utterly defeated, the last of Alystin's will drains out of her with the flood of her cumming, turning her into a mindless object for their pleasure. Going limp, all thoughts leave her clouded mind as she becomes aware of nothing but the feel of the hard pricks violating her.

Sensing her defeat, the four thugs pound into Alystin a few more times before one by one, they spill their seed into and onto their new toy. Withdrawing their deflating cocks from the sobbing dark elf, they watch as two more men pick up her limp body.

One man leaning against the table, Alystin the toy is mounted on his hard prick facing him, as she vacantly notices another man pushing his throbbing cock into her butt. She gasps as the men double penetrate her, before they pull out spent several minutes later, only to be replaced by more men taking her mouth, ass and pussy at the same time...

Reduced to a truly dominated toy, owned wholly by her rapists, Alystin is forced to endure several more hours of rape. The stamina of these men is incredible as they take her over and over, in every orifice, spraying hot streams of come over their new fuck doll until she is covered with come and they lie sprawled around the room all spent.

Lying with her sore abused tits crushed into the table, head turned to one side eyes glazed and defeated, her cum spattered lips parted, Alystin pants for breath. Jizm trickles out of her stretched asshole and painfully ravaged pussy, muscles still trying to clench phantom cocks they're so used to being stuffed. Shifting her legs, Alystin sobs as her aching limbs comply, and pulling her legs to her chest, she curls up on the table and passes out...

*****

"Now, now, no nodding off, we've got important matters to discuss."

Stirring slightly as Silk's hand gently slaps her face, Alystin feels something like sparkly liquid silver being poured down her throat. Moaning and coughing, trying to spit out whatever it is, she can't, Silk holding her head firmly, massaging her throat to make her swallow. Her eyes flutter open, still sore from crying, to see Silk and his unnamed bodyguard standing over her. The bodyguard, a handsome slim young man, his slightly pointed ears and angular eyes giving away his half-elven heritage, is holding a small steel flask. A silver-blue iridescent liquid is trickling out from the flask, into her mouth.

Wondering at her own insight, she can't believe her mental faculties could be functioning so well after her horrible ordeal, but then she finds herself wondering at her ability to analyze how well she should be functioning. Now it dons on her that she's kind of waking up pretty fast, and she's not quite so sore now, actually, she's feeling a bit stronger, more like normal, with every passing second! Alystin squints suspiciously at the flask.

"That's right, a potion of vitality. I hate wasting this on you, but I've just been informed we haven't got the time you let you sleep it off anymore.", Silk sounds very annoyed, "We need you for tonight. After one little assassination we will let you go, but you must do this for us to make up for Laddiner."

The flask emptied, the half-elf bodyguard stoppers it, putting it away presumably to fill it another potion later.

Alystin feels so much better, almost as good as she did before. Her mind is again alert, and even more importantly, it's hers again! Mostly. Looking around the room at the thugs, most of them still struggling back into their clothes, Alystin has to suppress a shudder of fear when one of them meets her gaze and grinning evilly, he licks his lips lewdly. Still bound with the ropes around her arms and chest she sits up, again putting on her best brave front. Alystin finds her body responsive, stronger than she would expect after being raped for several hours, but still sore. "Why do you need me Silk? You must have someone of your own you can use?"

"We need you because you Unseen 'masters' all come with extras we don't have.", as he says this, Silk leans forward to pat her right ass cheek, right her 'lucky' tattoo. "We need you to kill a mage. If everything I've heard is true, you kill naked except for ways to carry your weapons, so all your most important magic is small, or permanent. That tattoo is*supposed* to hide you from magic, or something like that. I'm guessing it let's you sneak by spells that would let someone know you're coming, and probably let you hide even when someone uses magic to try and find you."

Alystin looks over at him, displeasure at his words evident on her face, she tries her best to sound firm and strong again. "You know a lot more than you're supposed to with just that. Still, how are you going to actually make me do this? Either you keep me like this, or if you let me go I'll run back to my guild, and when I come back with my assassin brothers and sisters we'll wipe your entire guild from this city."

The terribly ugly thug steps up very suddenly, moving much faster you'd think such a large man could. Grabbing her shoulder, he spins her to face him. "You'd come back to see us? We'd all REALLY like that...", he says evilly.

Alystin skitters back from him before she can stop herself, the terror in her eyes unmistakable. The thugs all laugh at her, slapping each other and praising each others 'performance' loudly, making sure she can hear. Their boasting makes her feel ill, and she shrinks back from them further until she realizes she's run out of table. She's finally forced to look away in shame as one of them calls out loudly, "Hey! We forgot the star of the show! Give her a hand!", and they all start clapping and cheering. Never once do they stop laughing at her.

"All right, that's enough now...", Silk's speaks calmly, and immediately the laughter dies, though a few chuckles can be heard as the men go back to talking amongst themselves. "Thorias, please give me the other...item. Now Alystin, you wanted to know how I proposed to make you complete your little job?"

Thorias hands Silk a small mahogany case. Opening it, Silk removes a small ivory cylinder 6 inches long and one inch wide, one end tapering to a rounded tip, the other capped in gold. It's length is covered with evenly spaced, staggered rows of round stubs, and the gold cap is covered with fluid writing.

Her red eyes opened wide with realization, she stares at the ivory dildo in disbelief. "Wha--what are you going to do with that?"

Eyes smiling wickedly, "Silly, I'm going to put this in your tight little pussy!"

Alystin just stares at him, mind reeling, trying to figure out how she woke up into this strange dream where humans make even less sense than they do normally.

"Ah, I see you're wondering how this phallus works. Well, the 'name' of this rather unique item is 'Kroll's Phallus'. It was commissioned of the great mage Dainus by the Baron Von Kroll of Minesta some five hundred years ago. Heh, I think it's real value is as a stunning example of what an obscenely rich pervert noble can waste a mage's time on. Anyway, Baron Von Kroll was a notoriously kinky bastard, always throwing great, huge orgies and personally deflowering every pretty girl in his fiefdom on her fourteenth birthday. Eventually, he came up with the concept for an animated dildo, and viola! Here it is!", Silk can't seem to stop grinning as he says this, then his eyes narrow and his mouth becomes one stern flat line, "Now be a good girl and spread those legs so I can show you how it works."

"You're out of you're mind if you thi--"

Silk cuts her off in mid sentence, apparently pleased that he gets to use the second option. "MEN!"

Panicking, Alystin's eyes dart wildly from face to face as the thugs surge forward, all of them with wicked smiles on their lips. A whimper escapes her lips, convinced as she is that they are now going to repeat their foul rape, and this time they already 'own' her! Fortunately for Alystin all they do is grab her, hands sliding all over her sticky body, smearing the leftover fluids on her more, and force her legs apart. Silk steps in-between her long slender black legs, still struggling despite the two men holding each one. He holds of the carved ivory dildo for her inspection, showing her the gold cap at the bottom she can see what looks to be small keyhole. "Once I put this in your sweet little cunt we won't be able to take it out without the key. I have the key."

"Furthermore, there is command word which must be spoken as the key is turned, and only myself and the friend that loaned me this artifact know it, so don't get any ideas about trying to kill me to get the key." Bending over slightly, Silk places the tip of the magical dildo against Alystin's pussy lips, then firmly, almost clinically he pushes it into her pussy so that it completely disappears. Immediately it begins to pulsate and throb, stimulating her revitalized, but still sore, cunt.

Eyes wide in surprise, Alystin gasps as the throbbing and pulsing slows to an almost imperceptible level, but does not stop completely. Vibrating gently it feels like it's grown slightly, then it shrinks again, all the while stimulating the drow closer to another unwilling orgasm.

"I guess it works. How about that. Now, this has more functions than just that. For instance, it will automatically seek to keep you right at the edge of orgasm, and it will do this for as long as it is in you. It will not let you cum though, no matter how much you try and no matter what you try, except penetration. And since it's filling your tasty honey pot, I guess there's only one option for penetration left...", smiling wickedly her leans around her to ogle Alystin's ass, even though his meaning was not lost on her.

"It does one other thing, too...", leaning forward, Silk whispers something into her ear. Alystin suddenly cries out in shock and forced pleasure as the ivory dildo grows in her pussy, it vibrates fiercely, the growing and shrinking pattern made to feel like hyper-fast thrusting, filling her perfectly, magically stimulating her to a perfect orgasm in less than a minute! Cumming, Alystin's eyes wide as she gasps for breath, the dildo seems to halt it's assault, until sensing she's ready it begins throbbing and thrusting into her again! Silk whispers another word into her ear, and it instantly returns to it's normal steady stimulating of her loins.

"There are more settings, but that's not important right now. We need to get you cleaned up for your job tonight. When you are done your job, my men and I will escort you from the city, there we will remove your newest friend, and let you on your way.", turning to address the lead thug, "Jovan, take her to Mary's and get them to help clean her up, and dress her in something 'nice'. Someone will be by to collect her later, so I want you and your men to get on about that other business we discussed once you drop her off. You hear me? No hanging around!"

"Sure boss, no hanging around. We'll head right over to talk to Serrin for you. Come on slut, we got stuff to do..."

"Oh, Jovan, another thing, no dallying in the tunnels or anywhere else; you've all had your fun with her already and we need her top shape for tonight. And cut her out of those ropes! She's going to need to be able to use her arms, too!"

Jovan just grunts his understanding, one of his men already cutting her free.

Rubbing her arms, circulation slowly returning to normal, Alystin is lead out into the tunnels again. It's not long before the first slap on her ass, then a pinched nipple, and the laughing guards begin to fondle and tease her, shoving her between them groping her tits and grabbing her pussy. Still, they barely slow their pace, but Alystin knows it's going to be a long walk to 'Mary's'.

*****

It is much longer walk. Alystin, silent in her shame, is spanked and groped through many gray stone brick tunnels, led through the basements of several buildings, most simply storage, some look to be the basements of various shops, but more than just a couple with people resting or working. Her captors make a great display of her for these people, molesting her body even more vigorously when they have an audience. Some of the people, mostly humans but a dwarf is there at one point, moving boxes, look away, like the young elven girl. Unfortunately for poor Alystin still more of the people are apparently thieves hiding out in the network of secret rooms and tunnels, the male ones and more than a couple of the women making lewd comments to Alystin as she's brought through. A few of them even reach out for a quick feel or a goose, and the laughing thugs just make sure she behaves and doesn't offer more than just enough resistance to make it fun. All the while the ivory dildo pulsates inside of her, making her shaved pussy swollen and wet with arousal.

Finally, after one final storage room, small but full of crates, Alystin is lead up some stairs. As they near the top, music can be heard faintly, lively, cheerful music. Her body hot and sweaty with lust, tortured to the brink of orgasm, she is having some trouble with the stairs; how could Silk think she'd be effective like this? She has to be helped up a few stairs, and he expects her to be able to sneak into a mage's home and kill the owner? Goddess, how could she have gotten herself into this mess!

The bawdy music is louder, the sound of a woman's voice singing now discernible, but it is not in the room they enter. Coming out the back of a closet, Alystin and her ten captors are suddenly standing in an attractively furnished dressing room full of attractive young women, all in various stages of undress. Alystin suddenly feels more self conscious as all eyes turn to her lush naked body, glistening with sweat, more than a few of the women looking at her exquisite form jealously. 'This is a brothel!', she thinks to herself, eyes closing she forces herself to calm, 'They've taken me to a whore house...'

Several of the women, putting all thoughts of Alystin aside, smile and squeal, rushing to and hugging the thugs, saying things like how they've missed them and do they have time to stay for some fun. "No, sorry girls, Silk has more stuff for us to do. Can one of you go and get Mary for me?", the leader asks, fondling one pretty blonde whore's bare breast.

"I'll get her.", one girl says, a lovely thing with raven hair and blue eyes, she gets up and leaves through one of the rooms two doors. As it opens, music coming through suddenly at full volume, Alystin gets a glimpse of the room outside. Another lavishly furnished room, this one full of nicely dressed gentlemen carousing with half-naked young women.

Alystin is suddenly aware of one of the women approaching her, a gorgeous though small breasted brunette with olive skin. "What's this? The new girl?", the disdain is obvious in her voice, she walks around the frightened dark elf, inspecting her body. "Very nice, but she's a mess...what happened to her?"

Alystin winces when the thugs snicker at the question, and when the leader replies she wraps her arms around her chest and tries to make herself smaller. "Heh, oh, we just got to break her in real good...", he says, slapping her already stinging ass as he answers. She jumps back, flinching, but she does notice some of the women are looking at her sympathetically now.

Not the olive skinned woman though; she looks amused. "Oh? What did she do to earn that?

"She's the assassin that killed Laddiner. Go ahead, touch her, I know you want to Kerin. Don't worry, she won't try and stop you...", the last he says menacingly, smiling wickedly at Alystin.

Smiling herself, Kerin takes Alystin's wrists and pulls her arms away from her breasts. Grabbing one of Alystin's large tits, she squeezes and kneads it, making the dark elf whimper. "Guess you got what you needed, didn't you? Teach you to screw around in our city without permission!"

"That's quite enough Kerin. I think she had her fill of that with Jovan and his friends.", says a new voice, lovely but firm.

Taking her hands away, looking upset at having been caught, Kerin turns to face the speaker. Alystin follows her gaze, very much wishing to meet her benefactor.

A very beautiful older woman, perhaps her late 30s, or early 40s, old enough for a human, stands there looking at Kerin with displeasure. She has dark hair, just beginning to gray, held up in a bun. Her figure is very nice, still flat stomached and not at all sagging. She is dressed quite nicely in a fine red satin dress, far more than the whores themselves. Turning to address Jovan, she wears her contempt openly, "What do you want?"

"Always nice to see you too, Mary.", he says sarcastically, "Silk wants you to take care of this dark elf slut for a few hours. Get her a bath and dress her up 'nice', feed her. She's got a job tonight, someone will be by to collect her later."

Very deliberately turning to ignore Jovan, Mary addresses Alystin directly, walking over to her, "Now come with me, dear. We'll get you a nice hot bath and some food, and I'll give you more clothes than what Silk would prefer." Gently placing a hand on Alystin's shoulder, Mary guides her towards the rooms second door. "Gillian, be a dear and tell Markus to have some water heated and brought up to the green room."

"Really?" Just as they are about to head through the door, Kerin's laughing voice is heard suddenly behind them. Both Mary and Alystin turn to see Kerin now staring at Alystin again, a gleeful smile on her face. Jovan is standing close to her, and looks as though he's been caught sharing some secret.

"Jovan, take your 'men' and leave, go about your business. You may be Silk's favorite, but you are far from mine." Mary says angrily.

"Yeah, yeah. C'mon guys, lets get moving." With that Jovan ushers his men back down the stairs into the tunnels.

Alystin feels much better for their leaving, until Kerin, catching Alystin's gaze, moves her eyes down to look at Alystin's bare crotch, and looking back up, winks. All still smiling gleefully. Dropping her eyes, Alystin feels herself flush in embarrassment, her hands moving to cover her nakedness. Mary's gentle hand on her shoulder, turning her back towards the door, thankfully gives Alystin something new to focus on.

Alystin is lead through the door, up a set of stairs and down a short hallway, richly appointed with racy paintings and carpet on the floor, and finally into a beautiful room decorated in deep green and dark wood, the central feature the massive four poster canopy bed.

Warm sympathy in her hazel eyes, Mary at last breaks the silence, her hand still comfortingly on Alystin's shoulder, "I'm sorry for what they must have done to you. Silk has a...taste for certain things. He likes to watch, and his personal enforcers, Jovan and the rest of them, need to be willing to put on a nice show for him. Silk's own personal rape gang. You're not the first, as you can imagine. Anytime a pretty girl can be used to get the point across...it's awful." Turning, Mary directs Alystin's attention to the lavish tub, a beautiful gilded bronze covered in intricate relief work. "The water should be up here soon, but I must get back to my guests. Some very rich merchants are visiting tonight. Take your time, I'll have one of my girls help you with some clothes when you're ready. The bell pull by the bed there will bring a servant, just let them know, and ask them for some food if you like."

"Thank you, Mary. I..." Alystin just looks at the floor, unable to finish her sentence.

Turning back in the doorway, Mary speaks to her motherly, "Don't worry about it dear. Oh, your things were delivered here as well; I'll have them brought up with the water."

Alystin collapses to her knees, a sob escaping her lips, as soon as Mary is out the door. Kneeling her hand involuntarily going to her aching pussy, the dildo still throbbing quietly, Alystin looks up through tear filled eyes and sees herself in the large oak-framed mirror. 'Goddess...I'm a sight...how could those people have wanted to touch me?', her white hair is matted, clumps of drying semen making it stick to her likewise jizz stained body, still shiny with sweat.. But for all of this she looks well rested and alert, though her eyes look glassy and distracted, no doubt from that infernal device pulsing away in her cunt.

A light knock at the door, then it is opened without Alystin saying a word. Quickly pulling herself to her feet with the edge of the bed, she tries to hide her filthy body from view, covering herself with her arms.

"P-pardon, miss...w-we brought water and your things for you...", a young man, fairly pleasant looking enters the room first, followed by 4 more. They are carrying four large buckets and her saddlebags and pack between them. Alystin is surprised by the way they eye her warily, nervousness obvious in their manner. They're afraid of her, she can tell, like they should be! She could easily kill them!

Feeling a bit stronger from this boost to her confidence, Alystin finds the nerve to address them, "Yes, thank you. If you could please set my bags down here, by the bed, and leave me one bucket for rinsing." They quickly fill the tub, and leave even faster.

Goddess, her dagger should be in her pack there! She should have kept it on her, never packed it. But she had too; the weapon is so distinctive she didn't want to carry it, it would have given her away...of course, they got her anyway. 'No use worrying about it now', she thinks, shaking her head wearily, 'I've got enough to worry about trying to figure out how I'm getting out of this...if I can.'

*****

Not even an hour later and Alystin is feeling much better, cleaned up and learning to better deal with the constant thrumming of the ivory dildo never giving her a moments rest. She is only squirming slightly now from it's ministrations, humming a song from her home city quietly to herself while she combs out her hair. Sitting in front of the lush room's elaborate dressing table, Alystin turns as she hears the door open again, "Oh? I haven't rung yet...did you come up with some clothes?"

"Not quite what you were expecting, but I did bring something for you to wear...", Kerin says menacingly, standing in the doorway, some wisps of cloth draped over her arm. Slipping in the room behind her, the pretty blonde Alystin saw with Jovan earlier closes the door gently, and grins lasciviously at Alystin. Alystin notices she is holding a bag, which bulges suspiciously in odd places.

Standing up, Alystin turns to face them, waving the brush, "I don't know what you think you're doing but you should leave now! I'm not joking around, just turn around and walk out of here now and I won't hurt you."

Smiling sweetly, the two barely dressed women close in on her, fanning out to trap her between them. Locking eyes with Alystin, Kerin licks her lips, "We just want to help you with that problem you have..", again Kerin's lovely brown eyes drop to Alystin's inviting hairless crotch, "Jovan told me about your friend there, and what you need to feel better..."

Alystin swallows, she knows they know she can't hurt them. She's going to have to try and talk to them; can't fight them physically. Raising her left hand, palm out defensively, "N-now, hold on. I'm fine, really. Wh--"

Alystin jumps, startled by the blonde's soft hand on her shoulder, she turns to face the girl. The blond girl, shorter than Alystin by almost half a foot, steps closer, so the tops of her breasts touch Alystin's, "And then Kerin told me, and I said 'Oh! How awful! We really should help the poor thing out!'. Now why don't you put on the nice things we brought you." Smiling sweetly, the girl reaches up to twirl a lock of Alystin's hair between her fingers.

"Why so reluctant? Jovan said you really loved getting it back here..." Her hand smacking loudly on Alystin's firm behind, Kerin runs a finger up the cleft, just touching the tip of her elegant finger to Alystin's sphincter.

Turning sharply, Alystin grabs Kerin's wrist. "Listen! I'm not interested, okay?"

"Ow!", Kerin tries to tear her hand free, but can't, "Bitch! This is it you know? If you bruise me Jovan and his boys are going to be all over you again! Unless they don't know about it; it's your choice."

Alystin knows Kerin is telling the truth. Releasing the girl's wrist she looks away, not wanting to have to see Kerin's smug face.

"Yeah, slut, be careful!", the busty little blond shoves Alystin violently from behind, the dark elf falling face first onto the large bed, long legs kicking over the side. Following immediately, the blonde straddles Alystin's back, quickly grabbing the dark elf's wrists and pinning them down. "Careful I said; you wouldn't want to hurt me and get your sexy little ass gang-banged again, would you?"

Alystin yelps as there's a sharp smack on her right ass cheek, followed quickly by another stinging slap to the left one.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Kerin begins spanking the firm black globes of Alystin's behind. "This is for twisting my wrist. And who ever said me and Geri gave a shit about what you want, slut?"

"Nn--let me--go! Please!", twisting and kicking, Alystin tries to move enough to avoid the stinging blows raining down on her lovely rear end. She can't help but think how easy it would be for her to get out from under this girl, but not without hurting her, and they're right, there is no way she wants to go back to Jovan's care.

"Wow, Kerin, she's really fighting! I wanna watch, hold off for a sec, help me hold her so I can turn around.", feeling the dark elf's struggles lessen, Geri sets herself to carefully turning around so as she never let's go of the drow's wrists. Finally, sitting on Alystin's shoulders so she can see Kerin holding the drow's long athletic legs, the pretty black feet still kicking. Holding Alystin' arms crossed into the small of her back, Geri leans her weight down to make sure there won't be any wriggling free, "Okay, Kerin! Gods, but this slut really has one tasty bottom, doesn't she?"

"Oh yeah! Every part of her is incredible; it's going to be so much fun making her 'ours'!" Releasing Alystin's legs, like she knows the dark elf won't kick too hard for fear of hitting her, Kerin starts spanking the firm black cheeks earnestly. Blow after blow is rewarded with little yelps from the beautiful dark elf, sexy legs still kicking as Alystin tries her best to squirm and wriggle her ass away from each slap. Kerin laughs after a particularly meaty smack, "I don't think we'll ever get that nice rosy color on her cheeks though!"

Squirming as much as she can, trying with all her might to wriggle free without hurting the blonde sitting on her shoulders, Alystin cries out with the impact of Kerin's smooth palm. Every blow is made worse by the dildo in her dripping pussy; it seems to react with each spank, pulsating viciously. The stinging on her round bottom continues to increase with each smack, and soon tears are rolling over Alystin's high cheekbones. Sobbing she feels herself continue to moisten, not sure if it's from the delicious spanking, something she would definitely enjoy under normal circumstances, or the enchanted ivory phallus' never ending forced stimulation. Goddess, at least this time it's two very pretty girls! Alystin is somewhat disheartened when she notices she's rationalizing her current situation.

"Ha! Geri, you would not believe how wet she is! Her cute little pussy is actually dripping!" Grabbing Alystin's burning butt cheeks, Kerin pushes them apart, forcing her legs slightly apart as well. Brushing her dainty fingers along the smooth black lips of Alystin's pussy, Kerin is delighted when they come away wet and glistening. Throwing leg over Alystin's right leg, holding the dark elf's left thigh, spreading her, Kerin spanks Alystin's bald sex. The squeal this new act gets excites Kerin further, so grinning gleefully she begins to lay into Alystin some more, but now he is alternating her spanking between the firm cheeks and the delicate flower of her labia. Pulling her legs in, Kerin manages to force the stronger woman's legs up and apart some more, making the sobbing dark elf have to raise her pelvis from the bed.

"Ow, no! Please, stop! I'll do anything you want, please! Ow!--nnaow!", her new position, body twisted with one knee up on the bed, forcing her ass into the air, is made more painful by the blonde girl sitting on her shoulders. Alystin's pussy is aching uncontrollably for orgasm, the stinging slaps to her nether lips making the dildo throb and vibrate in reaction, but not allowing her to cum.

"Anything we want, slut? Anything at all?", it's Geri this time, grabbing both Alystin's wrists in one hand she leans forward, laying a nice smack onto the drow's burning ass. "What do you want us to do, slut?"

Both women are now working her tender rump over, raining vicious stinging blow after blow down on the perfect globes of her ass. Alystin is crying openly, tears streaming down her face as the sensations of the ivory dildo throbbing constantly in deep in her tight snatch seem to time themselves with each and every blow. Combined with Kerin's hand slapping her nether lips, swollen wet and aching with arousal, the sensations are almost too much to bear. She feels though she should have cum so many times by now, but it never ceases to build, never allowing her release. She knows what she needs, though, as horrible as it is, she can feel it in her body. Alystin is sure ivory phallus was made for just this torture, to make it's victims say the words she is about to say herself. "I n-need...oh, goddess, I need you to fuck me! Please!"

"What's that? You didn't say where! Where do you want to be fucked, slut?" Smacking Alystin's pussy again, Kerin slides her fingers down to the throbbing nub of Alystin's erect clit. Taking it in her fingers she strokes the sensitive flesh, then flicks it with her finger. "Come on baby, tell us where you want it or we can keep doing this all night..."

Her pussy is burning with her desire unquenched. Alystin knows they want her to beg more, and for what they want her to beg, but she can't! Not for that! Panting through her tears, her whole body feels like it's on fire. "PLEASE! Don't make me ask...ask for...that! Please anything...anything else!"

Kerin exchanges a knowing glance with Geri, nodding and winking the brunette motions for the blond to get off Alystin's shoulders. The blond complying, Kerin pulls Alystin up by the arm. Picking the wisps of cloth up off the bench, Kerin hands them to her, smiling . "First thing you do is put these on, sweetie, then we'll see about getting you what you need."

Her whole body shaking, quivering in time with the pulsating of the dildo in her cunt, it's everything Alystin can do to make her hands work enough to separate the few tiny articles of clothing in her hands. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, flinching, her behind so sore even the soft quilt stings, Alystin slides on the stockings they've brought her. Tying up the red ribbon laces to hold the stockings in place Alystin is surprised to see the cool white material, stretching tightly to form itself to her shapely legs, is thick enough to completely hide her black skin. Taking the next piece, a very small halter top style bustier, thin white straps over her shoulders and red laces to do up the front. Half-cups with lacy trim push her sweaty obsidian bosom up and out invitingly, her nipples so hard they hurt.

"Don't forget this, little toy."

Looking up, tears still clouding her eyes, Alystin takes the little red collar with the silver clasp from Kerin. She could not help noticing the sweet condescension in the brunette's voice when she called Alystin 'little toy'. Putting on the collar, Alystin sees Kerin's robe hit the floor, and the lovely olive skinned woman pick up the bag Geri brought.

Standing up, Kerin begins to strap herself into the leather harness of the strap-on. Smiling as she sees the mixed look of horror and lust on Alystin's face, Kerin waves the thick leather-wrapped shaft at the beautiful drow. "What were you expecting, toy? Get on your knees, I think Geri's got something for you to do."

Turning to get up onto the bed, Alystin is not too surprised to see Geri naked now. The blonde's breasts while not really that large look nice and big on her petite frame.

Geri is playing with her perky breasts as Alystin maneuvers onto her hands and knees. Looking up the drow with wicked eyes she spreads her legs, moving her hand down to caress her damp pubes. Her finely trimmed snatch reacting hotly to her own touch, Geri licks her lips wantonly. "Come here, 'toy', show me how good you are with your tongue."

Flinching from the use of her new nickname 'toy', Alystin reluctantly lowers her head to the sweet pink lips of Geri's pussy. Licking the juicy folds, Alystin tries to lose herself into the act, to try and forget why she's doing this. She's quickly reminded by the smack of the leather dildo on her already stinging posterior.

"I told you she'd look sexy in white, Geri. Doesn't she look like she was made for fucking?" Kerin rubs the head of the strap-on over the drow's asshole, down to her dripping cunt. She gently sticks just the tip of the her fake cock into Alystin's tunnel, lubricating it with the freely flowing juices. "Now where was it you wanted fucking again, toy? I can't fuck your pussy with you're little friend taking up so much room, so what am I supposed to do?"

Moaning in lust and alarm, Alystin can't believe what Kerin just said! She still has to beg! Here she is on her hands and knees, mouth full of pussy, dressed like they wanted, forced into submission by the constant throbbing of the dildo in her tight cunt and the sexual torture they've already inflicted on her. Reduced to letting them call her 'toy', completely objectified, and they still want her to beg. Lifting her mouth up from the delicious wetness of Geri's pussy, "You said you'd do it! Just do it, please, don't make me say it!"

Geri pants furiously, her breaths short between her moans, pulling the dark elf's head back down to her cunt, she wraps one leg up over the drow's shoulder. Truly, Alystin is amazing, the blond squirming around on the end of her tongue, holding her head to the blond lightly furred mound. Grinding her cunt into the drow's mouth, Geri tips her head back and moans with her pleasure.

"Oh, no we never said that, toy. N-n-oh! Gods! Beg for it, or you'll never get to cum!"

"Come on slut, beg for it! You know you can't take anymore...just say the words, and you can cum..." One hand playing with Alystin's dripping slit still, teasing and taunting the swollen labia and hard clit, Kerin begins using the other to tease the dark elf's asshole. Pushing in just the tip of her middle finger, not even up to the first knuckle, Kerin twists her hand around, pulling at the sides of the tight little hole. There is definite jealousy mixed with her lust as Kerin spanks Alystin again with the dildo. "Damn elf bodies are amazing! I can't believe you can be so tight after Jovan fucked this cute little ass of yours just a few hours ago! It isn't fair you little slut elves get to live so long and look so good, and your bodies always bounce back with no scars or anything! Gods, sometimes I wish I was a reaver's firstwife so I could have my own little elven fuck toys, always tight and fresh again every morning!"

Her body is burning up with desire. Her pussy is throbbing and dripping so much from Kerin's relentless fingers, and the delicious throbbing and pulsing of the ivory phallus, it almost feels like some of her juices are running down her thighs. Alystin is lost in her lust, her tongue working it's magic on the perky blonde's pussy, fucking deeply into her tunnel and flicking the hardness of Geri's clit. Her breasts bobbing beneath her, the soft quilt tickling her rock hard nipples, Alystin can even feel her asshole itching, like it wants to be fucked raw! Unable to resist her need any longer, the torture too much, Alystin cracks for the second time this day, but in some ways this seems worse, maybe because they're making her beg for it! "Nnoh! Goddess, please, fuck my ass! Please, I beg you, fuck my asshole hard!"

Reaching her hand around to tease Alystin's clit some more as she leans over her, Kerin grabs the dark elf by her hair, and pulls her from Geri's pussy. She directs the head of the strap on to Alystin's sphincter, but stops with the tip just touching, slowly rubbing the sensitive rim. Kerin leans in close to one pointed ear, "What did you say toy? Ask me for it again! Louder, so I can be sure to hear you!"

Panting, Alystin can't believe herself when she pushes her hips back, tying to force the dildo into her own ass, but Kerin deftly prevented it. Alystin is almost thankful, but she needs it! "FUCK ME IN THE ASS! PLEASE, PLEASE FUCK MY ASS!!"

Giving a sharp tug to the handful of white hair in her clenched fist, Kerin leans closer, hissing into Alystin's ear, "Call me 'mistress', tell me you're my toy...beg me to fuck my toy up the ass!"

Humiliated beyond belief, but already having given in to her body's need, Alystin, sobbing, only wants to cum. "Please Mistress, please fuck me up the ass! Please, I'm you--yours! Your toy! Fuck my asshole, please, mistress!!"

Smiling a cruel, pleased smile, Kerin pushes the stiff leather cock into the dark elf's ass! One brutal thrust with the cunt-juice slick dildo and the the drow slut is screaming, her orgasm hitting her like a hammer! Kerin loves the way the muscles in Alystin's body have gone taut, her anus clenched tight by strong muscles under black skin of her round ass. The feel of the tightly clutching pussy around her fingers. As soon as the dark elf seems to begin quieting down, her body relaxing, Kerin begins to fuck her hard.

The thick strap-on pulling at the flesh of Alystin's sphincter with each thrust, the dark elf moans and cries out as her anus is again stuffed with a hard shaft. The constant throbbing of Kroll's Phallus in her pussy driving her closer and closer to orgasm again already. She feels a hand on the back of her head again, and then the wetness of Geri's sweet nectar on her lips. Alystin almost automatically begins to lick and suck at the lips of the blond girls cunt, so caught up is she with the sensations from her two other holes.

Riding her new possession for all she's worth, Kerin begins spanking the delectable round bottom as she fucks it. Sodomizing the stuck-up elf woman gives Kerin a sense of pleasure and power like none other; this 'superior' creatures whimpers and cries are like music as Kerin pounds into her tight anus savagely. The only thing that makes it better is the look of wanton pleasure on her blonde friends face as she enjoys the 'toys' tongue!

Only minutes from her last, and already Alystin is cumming ferociously! She arches her back and drives her hips back, impaling herself even harder on the leather prick in her ass! Her hard breathing slowing down as she comes back down, Alystin lowers her lips to touch the wonderful cunt waiting for their touch again...

"By the Heavens! We can't take you anywhere, can we drow!", a new voice is yelling angrily, a man's. All three women failed to notice the door opening, so caught up in their lust were they. "You! Get off her! Silk wanted her in top form for tonight!"

Two long strides and the man is across the room as the three women on the bed turn to look. Alystin is shocked to see Thorias, Silk's bodyguard, viciously grab Kerin and throw her off the bed! Reaching past, he grabs a screaming Geri by the wrist and yanks her off, tossing her into a heap with Kerin. "Both of you get out now! I can't believe this! Silk will have your asses if she's too messed up to go to work!"

Scrambling, Kerin and Geri snatch up their robes, and quickly flee from Thorias rage.

He turns, pointing a finger angrily at Alystin, "And you! Why would you do something like that when you know you're life and freedom are at stake?!"

"Maybe I didn't exactly let them, okay?", she snaps, "I couldn't have stopped them without hurting them, and this little...toy, Silk left me with made me kind of receptive!", she opens her legs slightly, indicating her pussy with her hand, "Maybe your sicko boss should have thought of that before he decided to send me here with it to control me."

Through gritted teeth Thorias responds, "I don't much enjoy how he operates sometimes either, but he pays well. Now get your things, we've got to get moving. And what the hell are you dressed like that for? You look like a whore!"

Already getting her gear sorted, Alystin just shoots him an icy stare...

*****

Fortunately the night air is warm this time. Still warm like the day preceding it, but Alystin feels it has been a very, very long day. At this moment she is squatting behind a large stone chimney, securing her clothing, packed neatly into a small bag, to said chimney with a small piton and some strong twine. She feels good here, this is what she knows. Back in her element, on a job, and she can almost ignore the thing still throbbing in her pussy. Almost. Across the street from her perch is the tower of the mage Relstin the Academian, Alystin's target and a very formidable wizard.

Thorias is with her, to see her off. "Will this do for your things? I'd heard you kill naked, but I never believed it; my mother was right, your kind are savages!", he says strongly, shaking his head.

"Hmph, what do you know, half-breed? We are more civilized than any of your 'surface' cultures! Civilized enough that our assassins can be recognized and celebrated for their ability! You all hide your bloody knives, pretend they're not there, but they are, stunted from their full potential by your fear of being honest about their usefulness in your courts.", Alystin says this with venom, not bothering to hard to conceal her contempt for the half-elf, "And yes, my things should be fine, unless you unwisely do something with them. I will be back as soon as the mage is dead."

Seething, Thorias can do nothing but listen. He looks away, unsure that he could best her up here, just the two of them and her with that dreadful poison blade on her hip. And of course, Silk would kill him. Looking up again, he is surprised to see she has moved to edge of the roof; he hadn't heard a thing.

Turning, Alystin looks threateningly at him, "You won't stop me from killing him, if he welches, you know. I'll kill him before any of you can stop me."

Then just like that she's gone, over the edge.

Moving to the edge of the roof, Thorias looks over, trying to find where she could have gone. It's hopeless though, the mage's tower is in a poorer, more middle class laborer section of the city. The streets are not well lit, and Thorias finds that the drow is as good as she's supposed to be. Still, he will not give up! The small victory of seeing the infamous 'Wraith' when she's supposed to be invisible is very attractive, so he strains even harder to find her.

A minute later and he sees a shadow scale the wall of the mage's tower, very near one of the many pillars spaced evenly along it's length. Swelling with pride, Thorias feels vindicated when the sleek lines of the athletic drow woman pause briefly atop the wall, 'She's not that good after all!' he thinks, very full of himself. He is instantly shattered, though, when she waves at him arrogantly, and he realizes that he is the only one that can see her, and she gave it to him. Then she's over the wall, and Thorias turns away; nothing to do but wait...

*****

The walls were warded, naturally, but only a detection for humanoids. The extensive training of a master of the Art has given her the knowledge to identify most visible runes and wards, and her magical assets allowed her to bypass them without pause. Of course, she did have to give that fool Thorias a bit of a show, but it was worth it.

Slipping easily from shadow to shadow she makes it across the short yard. Fortunately the mage does not keep dogs. She hadn't the time to bathe again, so instead of being nearly odorless she stinks of sweat and sex. It could get her killed, but she has no choice right now, does she?

Now the truly difficult part; getting in. Choosing a spot below a high window, Alystin begins her climb. The surface of the tower is very smooth, but she has an almost supernatural climbing ability, so even though it is difficult, she makes it without incident.

Examining the window she finds more wards. If the wards were of the kind that only waited for the window to open, Alystin would be looking for another way in, maybe smashing the glass, but that could set them off as well. Besides, the ones she can see are fortunately of the variety that look for a 'target' to trigger them. Humanoid again, no doubt, or birds would keep setting them off. She hopes there aren't any she can't see, but most mages didn't like to use those; they preferred the deterrent of a visible rune, at least on the outsides of their towers. Less trouble if no one actually tries to break in because they can see the traps waiting for them.

With the expertise and speed only someone with more than a century of experience can have, Alystin jimmies the window open. Creeping with the utmost stealth, she seems to almost melt into the room, silently shutting the window behind her. The room is unlit, but to the sensitive eyes of a drow it may as well be daylight. A finely furnished room, this has the look of a study; shelves of books and a large, comfortable looking chair the most prominent features. The door is slightly ajar, and a thin line of dull torchlight can be seen beyond.

Moving to the door, Alystin takes the time to allow her eyes to adjust to the torchlight, stares into it from behind the door. Opening the door slightly, she quickly looks out to see if anyone occupies the hall. The hall is stone, like the rest of the squat tower, but many fine tapestries line the walls, and the light is not from torches, but rather chandeliers hanging from a surprisingly high vaulted ceiling. Seeing no-one, Alystin steals into the hall, moving swiftly on silent bare feet to the end of the hall, where it joins another. Leaning to see around, Alystin suddenly feels a rush of air behind her...

"OW!", she cries out, two pin pricks in her shoulder from behind. She was already turning, the kris dagger drawn so fast one might think she conjured it. But she's already falling, her limbs getting heavy and stiff with the speed only magic can accomplish, but she is acutely aware of being able to feel the soft carpet under her back when she hits the ground, her weapon bouncing from her limp grasp.

Only able to move her eyes, Alystin can nevertheless see the two and a half foot gray-green winged creature hover before her briefly, before it settles down beside her prone form. It's long crimson tongue is still waving, as if by itself, two tiny barbs sticking out the end of the fork at the end of it. A gentle hiss and the barbs retract, the tongue licking her sticky flesh, tasting her sweat. The soft tickle of it seems to instantly arouse the dildo in her, and Alystin finds herself suddenly subjected to it's cruel ministrations again, unable to set the pleasurable sensations aside.

It has clawed feet with four long toes, two facing front and two backwards. It's tail is long, about the same length as it's body, thick and covered in fine scales like the rest of the creature. Two disproportionately long arms, sinewy muscles moving under the skin, end in likewise oversize clawed hands with two fingers and to opposable thumbs, on either side of the palm. It's head is small and reptilian, but still wide, with one thick horn and a crown of smaller ones covering it's head. Four tiny black eyes stare at her as the creature cocks it head curiously.

The creature's tongue darts out again, tasting her sweaty flesh, then the creature bends over her, snuffling. It begins to waddle around the paralyzed dark elf, sniffing and tasting, the creatures wet tongue against her soft skin making unwanted sensations flood her loins again. Reaching her crotch, it stops, snuffling, it presses it's reptilian muzzle to her bald pussy, and then it's tongue lashes out, tasting the source of the delicious smell!

Horrified, the paralyzed Alystin can do nothing, not even scream, as her cunt reacts to the flicking of the creatures long tongue by again juicing up. The unbearable tingling warmth starting deep in her cunt as the dildo works it magic, forcing her arousal back up to where it was before she had gained some measure of control over it. She hears the creature purring, watching as it happily laps up the sweet honey starting to flow from her pussy. Alystin suddenly realizes she is relieved to have not seen any genitals on the creature.

Until she notices it's tail, curled up, tip poised at the creatures side, twitching, a split in the end beginning to glisten with a clear sticky fluid...

'Oh, Goddess! Not again!' Alystin is screaming inside, the idea of being violated by this tiny creature tearing at her. She feels the long, thin tongue continue to flick in and out, like a snake's, the forked tip penetrating her gash with each thrust.

She is unable to control her body's growing arousal as the creature presses it's muzzle up against the black flesh of her crotch, it's mouth gently nibbling her soft pussy as it wriggles it's tongue into her. The tickling of the soft scales of the creature's snout on her clit make Alystin wish she could moan. The creature has wormed the tip of it's tongue right up into the entrance to her tight hole, making her back want to arch, wriggling and twisting about inside her hot tunnel.

Suddenly her whole body is tingling, the magic of the dildo forcing it to contain the huge orgasm! Alystin feels her body try and twitch, the paralysis preventing it, and this seems to make it worse. The feeling of utter helplessness, more than any other time today there is nothing she can do, only adds fuel to this fire she feels!

The creature trills in alarm, the unexpected contractions of her cunt around it's tongue startling it, until it feels the warm liquid gushing from her. A new noise, something like a happy cat made of gravel would make, and the little winged creature digs in further, pressing it's pointed snout hard into the soft folds of her labia. Thrusting it's tongue deep into her -this is what made the honey flow, right?- it suddenly finds it's way blocked, the ivory dildo vibrating in her preventing further progress. An angry bleating noise and the creature flicks it's tongue hard, bashing it up against the gold cap at one end of the dildo, feeling the thing blocking it's progress buzz against the tip of it's tongue.

Alystin shudders in forced delight as the dildo comes to life, the creatures tongue beating on it making it flare, throbbing and growing inside of her! The terribly wonderful feeling of the little monsters scaled muzzle pushing and rubbing on her hairless pussy lips as it rams it's tongue against the dildo, her body feels like it's going to burst! Like nothing else she has ever felt, her arousal peaked beyond comprehension, and she would do anything, endure any torment or debasement if only she could be allowed to cum!

Then all of a sudden the creature's tongue is gone, but still the phallus continues to mercilessly stimulate her. Her throbbing pussy suddenly feels the cool touch of something, but now Alystin's head has fallen back onto the carpet, preventing her from seeing. She feels the thing force it's way into between her cunt lips, pushing into her making the fire in her loins burn brighter, only to stop it's progress when it can't push past the dildo.

Alystin's tiny molester makes some more angry noises as it tries to push the tip of it's tail into her, knowing this female should be ready to breed, but finding it's progress rudely stopped once again! Trying to improve it's position, the creature forces Alystin's legs up by her ankles, folding her up with her legs spread, knees nearly on either side of her shoulders. It's four toed feet on the backs of her thighs, needle sharp claws digging painfully into her obsidian skin, it batters the tip of it's tail/cock into the dildo, trying and trying to dislodge it or force it out of the way! All it is succeeding in down, however, is driving the phallus into an even greater frenzy, torturing it's victim further with unreleased pleasure. Bouncing up and down on her, looking down between their bodies, more angry trilling marking it's displeasure at these proceedings, then it suddenly stops, cocking it's head curiously as it looks at something...

'No! No, not that! It can't...oh, please, it...nononono, goddess help me! I want it...oh, goddess...' Alystin is afraid, but not afraid of what the creature might do, but at how much she wants it to! Humiliated, she needs it to take her anally, knowing that that is the only way she will find release! How could this keep happening to her!

She almost cries out as the creature's tail traces the line from her pussy to her anus, the tip penetrating her small, tight nether hole.

The monster makes a happy noise at it finds it can penetrate this hole further than the other one. Forcing it's thick tail/cock, slick with lubricant from itself and Alystin's pussy, into the dark elf ass, it starts bouncing up and down, pistoning deeper with each thrust. Purring happily, the creature turns it's up again, looking curiously at the twin black orbs of Alystin's jiggling tits. Her hard dark purple nipples seem to focus it's attention, and suddenly lashing out with it's tongue it flicks one of them, it's thin facile tongue wrapping around it tightly!

Alystin is suddenly aware of this new assault, recovering from the immediate and silent orgasm she had as soon as the creature entered her hot rectum, her sensitive tits tickled and kneaded by the softly purring creature only adding to the delicious cumming. The intense waves of humiliating pleasure still washing through her, gradually subsiding only to be met with renewed arousal from the never ending assault of the ivory dildo. Pulsating and throbbing relentlessly, the dildo seeming to thrust deeper into her cunt of it own volition, it seems to be timed with the pounding of the creature into her tight anus, the thin walls separating the two orifices letting her feel the two violating members rubbing together.

Still bouncing up and down, more and more of it's thick tail driving forcefully into Alystin's small anus with each thrust, the creature now happily mauling her heaving tits. Tiny sharp claws pinching her soft flesh, the creature suckles her breasts, tongue toying with the hard nipples. The creature senses it's mate's pleasure through her scent and taste, so it continues to sodomize her brutally, knowing that if she weren't paralyzed she would be happily moaning and cooing. Sensing she is closer to that explosion of sensation again, the little creature trails it's happy tongue down her body, folding itself up perched on the backs of Alystin's thighs, digging it's snout happily into her pussy again, wanting to make sure it gets to drink the warm honey this time! The creature begins to feel it's own swelling, a bulge suddenly appearing half-way up it's tail as it's own load readys!

Her asshole clenched tightly around the thick pounding tail, Alystin starts with alarm when she feels something begin to stretch her further! The bulging in the creatures tail is trying to force it's way into her tight little ass, forcing her cheeks painfully wide as it tries to deposit the entire load into her rectum in one massive spurt! The creature begins to violently jump up and down, using her thighs for a springboard, trying and trying to make the impossibly thick bulge pass her tight sphincter so it can be released into the drow's small anus! All of a sudden it succeeds, Alystin wishing with all her might that she could scream from the terrible pain as the round knot pries her clenching asshole further apart to release it's white hot load into her rectum! Feeling the geyser of the monsters semen splashing into her rear orifice drives Alystin's body into tremendous orgasm, both her violated holes contracting and clenching viciously, a warm flow of honey washing over the tickling tongue of her tiny anal rapist! Her eyes closed as the hot pleasure fills her every pore, she only wishes her body would be allowed to spasm and moan, the paralysis only making the orgasm seem to last longer, fuller.

"Oh! My word!" A new voice, then all of a sudden there's a sharp crackle and flash of light, the sudden smell of charred flesh and Alystin's tiny molester squeals in pain and fright! Opening her eyes, Alystin finds herself looking up at an old man with a neatly trimmed beard wearing fine blue and black robe over a nightshirt; the mage. Damn. "You horrible creature! Get off of her, you little wretch!" Another volley of small arcs of lightning pass in front of Alystin's eyes, the light making her see stars, and suddenly the creature is falling off her, trying to get away. Hissing and growling, the creature pulls it's still spurting tail/cock from the dark elf's tight anus with an audible pop, greenish, lumpy jizz spraying her crotch and ass, streamers flying as high as to land on her heaving breasts. Trying to fly away, a sticky strand still running from it's tail to Alystin's violated ass, the monster darts towards the ceiling, hoping for the safety of the shadows above the beams.

"Ha! Now I've got you!" The mage cocks his hand back near his hip, and quickly muttering a string of words he releases a small smoking ball of dark red flame. Flying at great speed, the ball of fire overtakes the creature in the middle of the hall, and with a bright flare and puff of smoke the little creature emits a short piercing scream and vanishes, only a light dusting of ash left to fall to the carpet.

A flick of his wrist, and Alystin feels a gentle breeze suddenly form and then move away from her to gather up the ash. A small whirling storm of ash moves back by her again, and she finds the mage looking down at her with kindly eyes. "Now who are you, I wonder?"

Standing up straight again, he casts his eyes about, widening when he notices something on the floor near the wall, partially concealed by Alystin's paralyzed body. Reaching over her, careful not to get his robes stained with the jizz covering her body, he picks up her kris dagger. "Ah, one of the notorious Unseen. My oh my." Turning to her he says a few more words of power, and Alystin suddenly finds herself floating. "Well so long as that little devil has left you paralyzed I guess you won't be trying to kill me. That will give me some time to try and figure out who sent you, though I do have my suspicions."

Turning on his heel, the mage begins to walk down the hall, Alystin floating along quietly behind him.

*****

Alystin is relieved at the feel of the warm washcloth on her skin. Relstin is on the other side of the room, muttering to himself and rubbing his chin, trying to decide which book to begin with. He had set Alystin's prone form on a stone work table, and conjured an invisible servant to remove her gear and wash her; "Assassin sent to kill me or not, such a beautiful woman should not have to remain as you are know. We'll get you all cleaned up, and then sort this out.", he'd said.

Turning back to her now, "There, you look much better without all that awful excretion all over you. Now, let's a have a look at you; it's not often I have the opportunity to examine one of your people. I'm most curious to see if there's any real differences between you and your surface cousins. Other than the obvious of course!" Relstin smiles warmly.

He seems to focus for a moment, whispering a few words, then he stares intently at Alystin, his eyes roving all over her athletic body. A curious look crosses his face when his eyes reach her crotch. Alystin feels very self-conscious all of a sudden, her body twitching she tries to cover herself...twitching! She can almost move her arm! Glancing over at Relstin suddenly, she is relieved to see he doesn't appear to have noticed.

"Now what have we here? Why do your genitals seem to have an aura of magic?" Stepping up, leaning over her he stares at her shaved crotch. Gently he pulls her labia apart, moving his head to see into her vagina, "Pardon me my dear, but this is most curious...Ah ha! It was the guild!" Looking triumphant when he spots the gold cap of Kroll's Phallus, Relstin looks back just in time to see Alystin sit up and grab him by the back of the head, her right hand coming in hard like a spear at his exposed throat!

"WAIT!!" He shouts at her, and Alystin is gratified to see fear in his eyes, but it looks like he has something important to say, so she stops, grabbing his throat instead, fingers ready to tear if they need to.

"Quickly, mage, and no tricks." She is still sluggish, but Alystin thinks she is fast enough to take him before her could get even a quick spell off.

Croaking with her fingers on his throat, "I can take that out! Wouldn't you rather go back and kill the person who put it in you?"

"Really? Because, yes, I would...but what would you get out of the deal?"

"My life for one...second, I could tell you what the want, and maybe third you could do something for me in return, something that would make the guild angry?"

"All right, mage, get this out of me and we'll talk." Alystin releases him, thinking he's got too much to gain now to try any tricks on her.

Standing up, Relstin brushes himself off, rubbing his throat where her fingers had held him, he is looking very relieved. "Just let me get this book...and I'm afraid I'm going to have to touch the artifact in order to render it's magic inert. It may only be inactive for a moment, so I'm going to have to be quick." Grabbing a book of his shelf, he begins leafing through it as he walks back over.

"How do you know so much about this thing, Relstin?"

"Hmmm? Oh, yes, Kroll's Phallus...well, I am a collector of rare and wondrous magics, you see. The guild approached me to see if I was interested in buying it, but they asked a ludicrous price! They wanted me to tell them how to get the Eye of Sellyce! Naturally I said no, especially as I was not yet sure at the time, but also because such an organization should never have access to such a thing! I guess they decided to get you when they heard I was making inquiries for some adventurers to fetch it for me. I don't think you came willingly though, with that thing in you. I wasn't really interested in it anyway. Too impractical for my taste."

"No, I didn't. I guess the thing you'll want me to do would be get the Eye for you?"

"Yes. Now lay back, and I'll have that out of you..."

*****

The guild new they were in trouble when they found Thorias' body. He was pinned face down to the wooden slats of a roof across from Relstin's squat tower, one of the bodyguards own swords driven through his neck. The Drow assassin was nowhere to be found, and her things were gone.

Over the next week more bodies appeared, all of the lives taken in a very bloody, agonizing death. Some of them must have taken hours to die; cut open to bleed painfully in hidden rooms or covered in garbage in an alley. The last of the ten was Jovan, and had been found still alive, but only barely, blood pouring from where his genitals used to be.

The last body they found was in a magically lit room. They had followed the small, bloody bare footprints back, and even some of the hardest men in the guild vomited when they saw what was left of Silk. Blood everywhere in the room, but the top of the table. There, only a small pool blood had formed around Silk's eyes, carefully placed in the middle of the smooth table top.

*****

"All right Relstin, I'm done."

The mage turned at the sound of her voice, in time to see the lovely drow finish tying up her short robe. It never failed to amaze him that all week she had been able to come and go, and he never heard her. "You've bathed, as well, I see?"

"Yes. Now, what do I do to get this Eye for you?"

Handing her a bone scroll case, "There's a map in here with the location of an ancient temple marked on it. It's been gutted, but there's a mural on one wall at the back of the main hall. You must go there and say these words: klatu, boronis, niktu. You must remember these words. They should open a secret passage, and if my research is correct, there you will find where you must go to get the Eye."

"Wait a minute! You mean the Eye's not there?! Come on..."

"Now don't worry, I don't think it will be far from there. You just need to do this to find the actual location!"

"All right, all right. I'll leave tomorrow then." Shaking off her reluctance, she smiles, red eyes bright with some wicked thought. "Y'know, I don't think the guild is going to bother me again, so...Relstin, you said you researched Kroll's Phallus, right? Could you write down the commands? I got the key from Silk..."

"You want it? After your experience?" He looked at her from under one raised eyebrow.

"Hey, it'll be fine so long as I know how to use it, and have the key! Besides, you said you didn't want it!"

Shaking his head, he wanders over to a cabinet and takes the ivory dildo out, turning, Relstin drops it into Alystin's waiting hand. Seeing how she's smiling, he can't help but wonder if he's making some big mistake. "I hope you know what you're doing with this..."

Grinning up at him, "Oh yeah! I'm going to go pay a visit to a cute little redh-"

Holding up his hand brusquely, "I am sure I do not need to know about your wanton acts of debauchery! Please, just hurry back with the eye!"

"Okay, okay.", rolling her eyes, Alystin turns to leave, "I'll just get my stuff. Tomorrow morning I'll buy a horse and supplies; I'll be gone before lunch time." She doesn't wait for him to say anything, she just leaves, eager to see the surprise on her friends face. 'Alia is just going to love this...'

*****

Part 3a: Journey to the Temple of Secre

'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'tlet 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..."

*****

Part 3b: The Forgotten Idol

The two elven women stand only a stones throw from the ancient temple, what once must have been a truly magnificent sight, it's people dead long enough for that even elves don't remember who they were. Somewhere inside is the information leading to the Eye of Sellyce, a magical gem of great power...

"Yeah, much closer. Glad I'm not paying for you as a guide!" Alystin smiles at her sylvan elf companion, fluttering her eyelashes prettily at the pained expression she recieves from her lover.

"This way." Shaking her head, cracking a wry smile, Rhiannon carresses the beautiful dark elf's cheek as she steps past. Heading to their left, Rhiannon leads Alystin down the length of the wall, past where it straigtens out, around the left wing of the temple. Rounding the corner, they can see the entrance, a worn stone arch, short steps leading up to the landing before it. Six pillars hold a heavy stone canopy over the entry way.

"Y'know, something has been bothering me; why is the temple so far from the city?"

"Maybe this used to be a place of power?" Rhiannon starts towards the entrance. "I do know that the city is in a valley, you'd be able to see that just beyond that treeline the groundlevel starts to drop." Gesturing, she indicates the area immediately opposite the entry.

Alystin thinks she can see a bit more stone, like a free standing arch or something, just inside the treeline. "Okay. Have you been in here before?"

"Nope."

"Let me go first then; stone and shadows is my thing." Stepping past Rhiannon, eyes roving carefully over the stone entry, looking for signs of weakness, Alystin takes a first careful step inside the ancient temple.

The late afternoon sun is over the other far end of the temple, so barely any light is making it's way into the temple. Eyes adjusting to the dark, Alystin edges in deeper, taking note of a sickly sweet scent in the stagnant air, decay, she realizes. The interior of the temple here is obviously an antechamber, fine arches marking halls to either side, and a great arch across from her leading deeper into the temple.

Rhiannon follows Alystin in, nose curling at the smell, across what must once have been a very beautiful room to the great arch. Both elven women move with complete silence, soft boots not even making a scuffing noise on the cracked marble floor.

Looking in to the next room, pitch black now, her eyes fully adjusted, Alystin can now see quite clearly, although everthing is cast in cool blue. Her excellent drow vision, gained from generations of living underground, is able to pick out the broken forms of statues and marble benches, even rubble and loose stones on the floor. Everything but finer textures and subtle detail is still visible to her, despite the large size of the room ahead. Another arch across this room leads to a long wide hallway, old torch sconces visible as far down the hall as Alystin can see. Turning, she looks at Rhiannon, the wood elf a warm glow of red and orange against the cool blue stone of the temple walls.

Whispering, "Your eyes are...wow, Alystin, that's creepy!", Rhiannon is stunned at the drow's eyes actually glowing in the dark, two small glowing red orbs. Rhiannon herself is having a much more difficult time seeing, her own vision optimized for the outdoors at night, not the utter darkness of a cave. Still, she can see Alystin clearly enough, and the walls and larger shapes well enough to avoid them easily.

Holding a finger up to her lips, Alystin whispers back to her, "Shh...now follow me close, and try and step right where I do; there's lots of loose debris all over the floor here."

Gingerly, each step carefully placed, Alystin leads Rhiannon across the larger room, down into the hall. An even larger room seems to open up ahead of them.

Heading out into the main hall, old marble benches, cracked and chipped, line the way to either side. The hall is so large Alystin can't see the other end. "It's supposed to be a relief at the back of the hall, so it should be here, on one side of this hallway or the other."

"Doesn't it seem strange that they'd have a secret passage in the main hall?"

"Yeah, I thought that, too. Maybe that's why they say no one has ever found it; that and it's got a command word to open it. Let's try this way first.", Alystin whispers, proceeding to check the right hand wall. She's running her fingers over it genlty, trying to find the bas-relief that should be carved into it. Only a couple feet in, her fingers feel the shallow depressions of a carving. Working her way along until feels she is about central to it, then whispers to the wall, "Klatu boronis niktu."

Nothing happens.

"There's another here...they seem to be about eight feet on a side, then there's another one..." Rhiannon has moved past her, and is standing about ten feet past her, facing the wall.

Moving down to join her, Alystin tries the command words again, and nothing happens. Gradually, the two elves make their way down the wall, trying at each section. Finally, near the corner of the back wall, the second last carving, Alystin says the words, and the relief shimmers slightly, not casting any light or making any noise, but it seems to disappear to her vision.

Rhiannon doesn't see this; her vision still sees the wall in front of her. "Only one more left to try here."

"Hold on a moment..." Putting her hand into the space in front of her, Altystin feels a very slight pressure, then her hand breaks through feeling a strangely moist and warm air beyond. "The wall turned illusory, Rhiannon; I can't even see it now, since it's not got any...temperature any more."

"Whew...good, I was wondering how you stuck your arm in the wall! We going through?"

"Yeah." Stepping through the non-existent wall, Alystin is almost overwhelmed by the sudden warmth of the air. The passage back here is a landing, about ten feet and then stairs down. Sconces on the wall seem to have something in them, not the taper of a candle or a torch, something like a 'T' with the bottom stuck into the wall. Taking a few careful steps in, and the question is answered when the hall is suddenly filled with a gradually brightening light, crystals in the sconces flaring with a soft glow.

"Ahh! Fucking things..." Alystin covers her eyes quickly, the suddeness of even this soft glow mildly painful.

Rhiannon has very little problems, though, her eyes adjusting to the light almost as quickly as it brightens. Looking around her, she sees the wall solid behind her, and carving on these walls, too. The carvings here are odd though, not at all like the feel of the ones outside would suggest, women standing high on a dais, men standing lower, seemingly closer to the viewer than the women. "At least we might be able to figure something out about what happened to these people from these carvings."

After taking a moment to let her eyes adjust, Alystin continues, looking at the walls momentarily, "Yeah...maybe the women here got the right idea..." Reaching the stairwell, Alystin sees more sconces, all flaring to life as the women descend the staircase.

The carvings on the wall continue to change, gradually the female figures get more and more dominant, male figures reduced to more subservient roles in each new image. Eventually, once Rhiannon and Alystin have reached the bottom of the stairs, the male figures have disappeared completely, and the pictures have begun to take on a definate sexual overtone.

Reaching out to touch one, depicting various women in couples touching, seductively, but nothing overt, Alystin turns and winks at Rhiannon, whispering, "Yep, they totally got the right idea!"

"Right...", Rhiannon rolls her eyes, "Seriously, Alystin, can you smell something? Kind of a faint sweet perfume?"

She stops for a moment, sniffing. She also notices she's starting to perspire slightly, "Yeah...now that you mention it, like rotting flowers kind of. It's warmer, too. Let's go, there's got to be something else down here."

The passage continues, crystals still lighting as they venture deeper. The marble carvings continue to change, sequentially, almost like some kind of story. Near the end of the hall and the women in the images are often disrobed, and engaged in everything short of actual sexual acts with each other. Stopping just outside a room, still unlit, Alystin looks to her sylvan companion questioningly, "You think that maybe this stuff is some kind of history?"

"Could be, but then why is it hidden down here?"

"Yeah...some kind of prophecy, then? A dream? What if all the clergy here where women? Did they dream of getting rid of the men entirely? What if they did?! Then they all died out 'cause they couldn't have children on their own?"

Rhiannon looks at her skeptically, "Why would they do something so dumb?"

"Maybe whatever god this temple under here leads too promised them they'd be able to have daughters together or something? Through some ritual, say."

"And then the god didn't come through? Basically tricked them into sacrificing their entire society?"

"Maybe...let's go. It's way to late anyway." Stepping into the room, light flaring from the crystals dimmer, softer. The sweet smell of dead flowers is stronger, spicier. Alystin is surprised at how well preserved the room is, almost untouched except for a thick coat of dust over everything. The furniture is fine, deep reds and purples, plush divans and couches with fine dark wood trim. There are several freestanding lamps, all with light emanating from the standard crystals, and underfoot, a huge soft carpet, about two feet left of stone floor all the way round. Tapestries are interspersed with the bas-relief, the progression of the images halted, all of them showing women engaged romantically. The entire setting is decidedly romantic, in fact, Alystin decides.

Rhiannon puts a hand lightly on Alystin's shoulder, getting the dark elfs attention. "Can you feel it? It's...I'm getting all...aroused here..."

"Take it easy, it's got to be that perfume; something in the air." she replies, taking Rhiannon's hand off her shoulder gently. "It hasn't gotten to me yet, but drow are more resistant to poisons and magic."

There are three more exits from the room, and Alystin decides to head simply deeper, crossing the thickly carpeted floor quickly. Rhiannon follows close, noticing her own damp warmth, sweet arousal making her perspire more.

Approaching the dark hallway beyond, Alystin sees something moveing in the shadows at the last second! "Back!", she cries, holding her arm out to stop Rhiannon and taking a step back just in time to avoid a clawing hand reaching from the darkness!

A rotting arm lashes out again, followed quickly by the rest of the zombies decaying corpse as the foul thing moans breathlessly. Rusting plate armour hangs loose on the body, parts fallen completely off or hanging on barely, holes and chunks missing entirely in the chainmail undersuit.

Rhiannon steps around Alystin, swiftly drawing her twin swords, as the zombie lurches forward, arms grasping desperately, far slower than either of the elven women. Both swords strike out, so fast the zombie seems to just fall to pieces on the floor, both legs and an arm missing. It twitches for a moment, than the magic animating the corpse is dispersed, and it lies still.

Another moan alerts the two women to another zombie, then two...

Two more zombies emerge from the dark hallway, one a dwarf in crumbling armour, which would have been both sturdy and intricate once, and the other a human or elf in tattered soft leathers. Both emerge pawing for the more agile women, missing by miles.

Alystin hefts her battleaxe, finally having freed it from the way she carries it on her back, and keeping her distance from the zombie she steps sideways, slashing down and across. Both of the zombies arms fall to the floor, and Alystin finishes the taller corpse with a sideways slash going almost all the way through the soft decaying flesh.

Rhiannon makes short work of hers, her speed and agility keeping her well away from the shorter arms of the dwarf zombie. Several fast cuts with almost the very tips of her swords, and it falls to the floor, unmoving.

Whiping the bits of rotten flesh and congealed blood off, Rhiannon turns to Alystin, forgotten arousal coming back to her with the short combat over. "Somebody else made it down here, anyway. Can't harldy smell them though; must be that perfume."

"Yeah, but these guys were here recently; that armour is a new design." Alystin points, indicating the first one they killed, "A dwarven armourer and weaponsmith in Kresskeep, down south, near where I'm from, makes it, but only came up with that design recently, like a decade ago."

Rhiannon cocks her head, looking at Alystin like she's full of complete shit, "And how the hell do you know that?"

"What?" Alystin looks at her innocently, "Seriously! I'm positive! I buy my throwing daggers from Dekkard! He makes the best I've ever found! Wait! Here...check it out, his mark should be on both this dagger and the armour!" Taking one of her throwing daggers, Alystin hands it to Rhiannon, "Here, right where my finger is; Dekkard's sigil."

Somewhat reluctantly, rolling her eyes, Rhiannon takes the dagger from Alystin. She notes the sigil, dwarven for sure, all harsh crisscrossing straight lines engraved with expert care into the base of the blade. Kneeling, she looks a the armour, obviously just humouring Alystin, "Where?"

"I don't...no...I think most armourers mark each peice. Probably on the inside?"

"Right. This armour is way to far gone to be only ten years old. It's dwarven steel, that's for sure, and that stuff lasts millenia." Gingerly picking up a rusting but mostly intact shoulder plate, Rhiannon turns it over, checking for the sigil; she finds it, a small engraving near one of the rusting edges. Blinking in slight disbelief, she looks up at Alystin, "You were right; here it is. How did you recognize it..."

"I've got a great memory; training. I just kind of remembered it because Dekkard finished the first suit on a day I went in to get some more knives. He was really proud and showed it to me."

"Showed it to you? Why? It's not like you'd wear a suit of plate, would you?"

"No, but I've been buying knives and daggers from him for over fifty years."

"Oh." Holding it by the blade, Rhiannon offers the handle of the dagger to Alystin, still not sure she believes the drow. "Why don't we get moving? I'm really feeling this...arousal; I'd like to get out of here."

"I'm starting to get that feeling a bit, too." Taking her dagger back, Alystin steps over the dwarven corpse, glancing down as she does, "Millenia, hmm? Maybe something in here."

As Alystin steps past her, heading into the dark corridor, Rhiannon notices a tear in Alystin's shirt, under her arm, "Wait, were you hit?"

"What? No, I don't think so. Why?"

"Here." Motioning forAlystin to raise her arm, Rhiannon pokes her finger into the small tear.

Alystin's shirt tears more, effortlessly, as the drow twists to look. "Hey! Watch it!"

"I didn't do anything!" Rhiannon shrugs, and there is a sudden clatter on the floor immediately behind her! She turns to look, hand reaching for her sword, and she sees the contents of her pack on the floor at her feet.

Standing behind her, Alystin can see what has happened, "Shit, the bottom of your pack is rotted out." Thinking quickly, Alystin flexes her right arm, moving it in a big circle; her shirt tears at the shoulder, the sleeve sliding part way down her arm.

Rhiannon turns back to face Alystin, watching as the drow peels the sleeve all the way of, just the sight of the bare dark arm enough to spike her arousal even more. "Something in here for sure. We better move before we don't have anything left."

Alystin says nothing, she just nods, the expression on her face all business, and turns into the corridor. A wave of arousal hits her as the crystals in the passage flare to life, the light revealing another batch of carvings on the walls. Scenes are now much more blatant, women ingaged in full out sexual acts with each other. Each image is more graphic and 'perverse' than the last, and by the end of the hall the women in the pictures are utilising various interesting devices to pleasure themselves or each other.

A short staircase leads into the next room, six steps down. Carefully, Alystin steps into the room, again crystals begin to glow, but brightening slowly, the center of the hexagonal room still in shadows. The heat in here is almost unbearable, and sweat is pouring down her face. Whipping her brow, she takes the next step down, and as she moves her arm she accidentally bumps the handle of one of her belt daggers. The rotted leather on the hilt falls away, and her belt snaps, falling to the ground. Quickly grabbing for her breeches as they start to slide down, and Alystin's hand comes away gripping a piece of cloth, her pants piled loosely around her feet.

Rhiannon smiles at the sight of her lover naked from the waist down, again, as Alystin turns to look at her, a wry expression on the dark elf's face. "You really do have a hard time keeping your pants on, don't you?" Rhiannon feels almost overwhelmed by the lust building inside her. She is marvelling at her own self-discipline, distracted by this as well, as she follows Alystin down the stairs.

Alystin steps out of her breeches, barely breaking stride to grab up her belt. She turns to watch Rhiannon walk down the steps, drinking in the sight of the sexy sylvan elf's walk. She smiles lustily when one of Rhiannon's scabbards sways back, catching the hem of her soft breeches, tearing the leg open. "Looks like you're only barely hanging on to yours yourself..." Alystin flushes at the slim bare leg, the soft light in the room seeming to pick out the faint greenish tinge of the sylvan elf's pale skin.

"Ha ha. We'll be lucky to get out of here with anything on at all." Rhiannon looks down at her torn breeches, lifting up her tunic causes it to crumble, the leather seeming to have hardened with centuries of age. Most of her leather falls away, just bits hanging over her shoulders and upper chest, leaving her shiny elven mithril shirt underneath, hanging to her upper thighs, as it should. Touching the chainmail, she looks back up at Alystin, "Elven mithril is ageless; it can't rust or decay at all...", her voice trails off, she is staring at something behind Alystin...

Seeing the strange expression on Rhiannon's face, Alystin turns, noticing the light in the room has brightened, maybe even becoming better lit than the halls. Behind her Alystin finds a three foot high statue, oddly shaped, it rests a few inches of the floor on a pedestal, runes carved around the circumference. The statue itself is a textured blob, flatter on top, but the most unusual feature is several dozen protusions scattered almost randomly over it. These objects are mostly short, seven or eight inches, a couple of inches thick, and bent and twisted in odd ways. It is then that Alystin suddenly notices a foot sticking out from behind the statue.

As she quietly moves around the statue to investigate, Alystin draws a dagger from the belt in her hand, but the blade snaps as the sheath falls apart...sighing, she reaches for her axe, but it falls away, the harnesses rusted buckles giving out and taking what's left of her tunic with it. She jumps back as the axe clatters to the ground, and draws her kris. Hesitating, she glances at the dagger in her hand, and is relieved to see the blade dark and weeping poison as it should.

Rhiannon moves up next to her, both swords in her hands, gleaming blades unblemished in the still brightening room.

Before the two sweaty elven women lies the desicated corpse of another woman, tatters of clothing and rusted chainmail lying about the body.

"This one isn't moving..."

"Yeah.", Alystin agrees, turning to examine the statue up close. "Goddess...take a look at this, Rhiannon, the whole thing is covered with little naked women fucking!"

Rhiannon steps over one leg of the corpse, barely able to keep her hand from Alystin's bare bottom. Checking over the statue herself, she sees it is indeed covered with carvings of a lesbian orgy. Every inch of the texture on the blob and the protrusions is an ever changing mass, no part of the scene seems to repeat itself, of beautiful slender women having sex.

"Hey, and there's writing on this pedestal." Alystin is down on one knee, trying to decipher the odd runes. "It looks kind of elven, actually...something about the gods dark eye, no wait...the dark god's eye? Maybe...this is all messed! 'The Temple of the Eye'? The Grand Temple in Sellyce? Aww...shit...something about a temple in the city, and I think it's saying the Eye is there!"

Rhiannon notices something odd about the protrusion on top of the statue, the small curved dome near the top seems to be broken. Curiousity overwhelming her lust, she reaches for it...

"Guess I'll be going to Sellyce for sure; let's get going." Standing, Alystin notices Rhiannon reaching for the statue, "Stop! What..."

Too late, Rhiannon has already taken the object from the top of the statue. All at once, as she lifts it free, the lights in the room flicker, then brighten even more, the room seems to heat up even more and the perfume seems to grow heavier. So does the arousal the two women are feeling.

Rhiannon only steadies herself by shear will, her knees have gone weak with her lust, as she examines the object in her hand, carved from the same stone as the rest of the statue. The eight inch curved protrusion is attached to a small rounded piece, that lengthens and curves away from the protrusion. This in turn is connected to another, smaller, protrusion, on the opposite side from the first one. Three delicate silver chains connect each corner, meeting in the back to form a harness. Naturally the entire thing is covered with delicate carvings of women engaged in carnal acts with each other. "What the..?"

"Oh, goddess, this is too much." Alystin is leaning on the statue herself, her hand pressed at the wet folds of flesh between her thighs. "It's a strap-on; this is insane. Let's go." Turning to leave, Alystin is overwhelmed by weakness and collapses to her hands and knees.

"Alystin!" Rhiannon drops next to her, still holding the dildo, and is alarmed to see the drow's skin dry enough to show little white flecks against her dark skin. "Your skin..." Looking over at the desicated husk next to them, then at the carvings on the blob idol next to them, a desperate idea comes to her and Rhiannon throws her arm around Alystin and pulls her upright on her knees, then lustily kisses the beautiful drow.

Alystin almost feels Rhiannon's lust pour over her, and almost right away she can feel strength returning to her drained body. Breaking their embrace for a moment she whispers throatily, "You're pretty clever cousin...", then she kisses Rhiannon deeply.

Pulling Alystin tight into her hungry embrace, Rhiannon virtually wipes the remnants of the drow's shirt from her, leaving the dark elf naked save for her soft ankle boots. Her hands roam freely over the smooth obsidian skin of her lover, and Rhiannon can feel rough patches of dry skin soften under her touch. Still, she does not let go of the dildo in her hand, and is surprised to find it seems to begin to grow and throb in her grip.

Alystin presses her body against Rhiannon, rubbing her large breasts against the surprisingly soft elven mithril shirt. The textured feel of the fine links against her stiff nipples arousing her further, she slips her hand into the wood elf's torn breeches, fingers searching for the flower of her lovers tender pussy. A quick jerk of her arm and Rhiannon's breeches tear completely, falling to the floor.

Never breaking their kiss, Rhiannon struggles one handed with her belt, finally it the leather just cracks. She feels Alystin's hand move away from her cunt, delicate fingers drawn sensuously up her labia and over her belly, to lift the hem of her mail.

"C'mon...get this off..." Alystin breathes into Rhiannon's mouth, their lips barely parting, as she lifts the mail shirt, the soft liner underneath still intact. Pulling away, Alystin delights in the sight of Rhiannon's pert little breasts as the shirt is lifted high. Leaning forward, Alystin kisses first one, then the other small hard nipple, Rhiannon's arms raised, as they work to finally finish removing her chainmail.

Finally naked, Rhiannon leans back slightly, one arm wrapped around Alystin as her free hand pulls the dark elf's head into her bossom. Moaning with the feel of her lovers tongue on her nipples, she traces the throbbing dildo down Alystin's back. Holding it more by it's base, the sylvan elf runs the dildo between the lovely round globes of Alystin's ass, brushing it over the tight star of her sphincter, gently pushing just the very tip of it into the wet folds of the drow's slit. Alystin moans around Rhiannon's breast, her tongue teasing the nipple clenched lightly between her teeth, as she pushes herself back onto the throbbing dildo, letting the tip just barely pass her moistening nether lips.

Reaching around behind her, Alystin takes Rhiannon's arm, pulling the dildo away from herself. "Get this thing on." Alystin says urgently, one hand on the sylvan elf's hip motioning for her to stand.

Somewhat confused, Rhiannon does as she is bid, letting Alystin take the strap-on dildo from her. She watches as Alystin, on her knees in front of her, undoes the clasp holding the three chains.

"Goddess, this thing throbs nicely..." Alystin smiles up at Rhiannon wickedly as she leans forward, wrapping her arms around her pale lovers waist to attach the chain harness. Kissing smooth muscular belly in front of her, Alystin presses the central piece up into Rhiannon's pussy, the smaller phallic protrusion entering the sylvan elf's sopping cunt easily. Finding the clasp, Alystin attaches the final chain, Rhiannon's gasp of surprise startling her almost as much as the chains tightening themselves, pulling the harness dildo firmly into place.

"Ahh! Oh...I can feel this!" Rhiannon's eyes are wide with surprise as she takes the shaft in her small hand, wrapping her fingers around it and stroking. She is amazed, able to feel her touch through the shaft, each of her fingers on the phallus, not the phallus in her hand. "I...it's like a part of me!"

Still on her knees in front of Rhiannon, Alystin looks at her curiously, then leans forward and kisses the tip of the stone shaft, surprised at how soft and smooth it seems to be suddenly. "How about that?"

Rhiannon moans, "Yeah, I could feel your lips touch it...mmmmm..." she moans again as Alystin brushes her hand aside and kisses the shaft once more. Rhiannon looks down through eyes half-closed with lust, watching what she feels as Alystin wraps her own soft hand around the two inch thick shaft. Taking one of her small breasts in hand, pinching and teasing her nipple, Rhiannon moves her hips slightly, loving the feel of Alystin's lips against the fake cock. Rhiannon moans, Alystin's lips and tongue moving along the side of the now ten inch shaft, over to the tip, then pushing it up, licking the underside.

Alystin grins wickedly, eyes alight with lust and amusement, as she caresses the smooth phallus with her lips and tongue. Relishing Rhiannon's moans, Alystin traces the textures of the carvings with the ip of her tongue, the naked women seem to writhe in their orgy with the throbbing of the shaft.

Taking Alystin's head in her free hand, Rhiannon pulls her in, twisting and thrusting her hips urgently to push the thick shaft between Alystin's full lips. "AHH!" she cries out, the warm wetness of the dark elf's mouth shocking to her this way, felt through the magic of the dildo. Firmly gripping white hair in her hand, Rhiannon pushes her hips towards Alystin, forcing as much of the shaft into the dark elf's small mouth as she can.

Alystin has to put both her hands on Rhiannon's hips to resist, the stronger sylvan elf finally relaxing, allowing Alystin to return to sucking 'her' cock. Using her tongue, Alystin plays all along the length of the shaft, bobbing her head back and forth, lips wrapped tightly around it's width. Rhiannon's moans grow more constant, a soft bleeting, as Alystin takes it again in her hand, jerking it at the base as she licks and sucks the last few inches.

Still rocking her hips gently, Rhiannon moans with the buidling sensations. She can feel she is nearing climax, Alystin wet mouth hugging the tip of the shaft tightly.

Lips and tongue wrapped around the tip of the cock, Alystin jerks the dildo off into her mouth, the moaning of the sylvan elf letting her know what a fine job she is doing. Alystin can tell how close Rhiannon is, so wrapping her arms around the sylvan elf's waist, she takes as much of the dildo into her hot, small mouth.

"AHHH!!" Rhiannon cries out, body spasming, hips bucking into Alystin's face as she comes! She feels her cunt clenching around the smaller shaft in her own pussy, somehow feeling the honey flowing freely from her orgasm seeming to get sucked up by the dildo! Somehow she begins to feel something like a second orgasm, smaller and less vital, build inside the magical shaft! Her body grows rigid, the pressure in the shaft building to a final point, then exploding, another, different feeling of contracting muscles overwhelming her as cum begins to spurt from the tip of the cock into Alystin's hot mouth!

Pulling back in surprise, Alystin takes her mouth from the spurting magical dildo, but can't mve far, hair still clenched tightly, not quite painfully, in Rhiannon's delicate hands. Unable to move any further, Alystin sputters for a moment, then recovers, opening her mouth to try and catch the streamers of cum.

Rhiannon looks on in amazement, her body shaking slightly with each pulse as streamer after streamer of strangely luminescent clear cum spurts from the tip of the shaft! The feeling of lust begins to return to her as she watches the drops of cum land on Alystin's face, the gooey spunk seeming to glow slightly against the obsidian skin of the dark elf! The deliciously dirty sight of her dark lover's beautiful face dripping with sex juice making her even hornier, Rhiannon finds herself growing somewhat saddened when the spurting begins to slow down.

Alystin can't believe how long this seems to go on for, however, gasping for breath, driven by the incredible lust this place seems to have forced on her and Rhiannon, she tries to catch as much of the cum in her mouth as she can! Her hands resting on the sylvan elf's slender hips, spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum is missed, slowly covering her face and catching in stray strands of hair, dripping down onto her ample breasts! Finally, the spurting slows, then stops altogether, and Alystin is nearly covered in cum, breathing hard.

"Goddess...", panting hard, Alystin feels the lust beginning to flow into her again, perhaps even stronger than before; something about this place, to be sure. Already shaking with arousal once more, she reaches around Rhiannon's waist, spunk from her face and breasts smearing on her lovers belly and thighs. Unclasping the harness, she licks some of the salty goo and sweat from Rhiannon's body, breathing against her flesh. "My turn..."

"Oh..." Rhiannon coos softly, the magic of the dildo leaving her wanting as it is unclasped and removed from her sticky hole. Turning, she leans back on the statue, easily finding a spot between the protrusions for her firm butt. Flipping her hair out of her eyes, she watches, body quaking with need, as Alystin quickly slides into the harness. Spreading her legs, her sparse dark pubic hair matted, glisenting with sweat and her juices, she presents herself wantonly to Alystin, "Here..."

Positioning herself between Rhiannon's legs, obsidian hands on the sylvan elf's pale hips, Alystin leans in to kiss her. Rhiannon's arms wrap around her back as her tongue darts into Alystin's mouth, one lean leg wrapped around the dark elf's slender waist pulling her in. Rhiannon breathes lustily, "I've never done this..."

"What do you mean 'this'?" Alystin drives forward, the tip of the dildo just coming to touch Rhiannon's puffy lips. Alystin marvels at the feel of the device, how it seems to be a part of her, able to feel the sticky warmth of Rhiannon's honey on it's tip.

Breathing hard, strained with her inexorable desire, "I've never been...taken, this way..."

"You mean you're a virgin? Never been penetrated?" Poised, halted in place, loins aching, Alystin looks at her lover unbelieving.

Rhiannon feels tormented, the touch if the phallus on her burning sex terribly arousing. She pulls Alystin in, embracing her loosely so the dark elf's larger breasts rub lightly against her own smaller, pert tits. "N-no, I've never lain with a man! Only women, and never like this...gods damn it...fuck me!"

Clamping her mouth to Rhiannon's, Alystin feels spurred on by this unbelievable luck. She feels as though nothing else could have made her even hornier, but then this...

"AH!" Rhiannon wraps her other leg around Alystin, thighs tightening vice like as her obsidian skinned lover penetrates her with the magical dildo! A moment of sharp pain as her hymen is broken is almost immediately replaced with pleasure as she feels her tight cunt wonderfully stretched as Alystin thrusts smoothly all the way in, their bellies touching.

Alystin can't believe the feeling. Burning hot, soft and wet, Rhiannon's pussy clenches the shaft of 'Alystin's' thick cock tightly. Bodies pressed together, breasts rubbing, goo from previously lubricating them, Alystin swivles her hips around as she kisses Rhiannon deeply, wondering at the feel of this act. "Goddess, now at least I understand why they seem to think with them...", she is cut short as Rhiannon's mouth smothers hers, the sylvan elf thrusting her hips into Alystin's.

Rhiannon moans, pale arms and hands gripping Alystin tightly as the dark elf pulls back. Rhiannon swears she can feel the texture of each tiny carved woman on the phallus, the stimulation making her juices flow even more as Alystin rocks slightly as she withdraws.

Taking her time, drinking in all the new sensations the dildo feeds her, Alystin looks down between their two tight, sweaty bodies as she pulls out almost to the tip. The stone dildo glistens with Rhiannon's nectar, a faint trace of red stain marking her deflowering. Alystin feels another rush of lust, mixed with some form of pride at knowing she has something no one else can ever get; Rhiannon's maidenhood.

Reaching down she grabs the back of Rhiannon's right thigh, tipping her back over the flatter top of the idol as Alystin kisses her. Thrusting into her once again, gently at first, but hard by the end of the stroke, Alystin starts to fuck her beautiful lover in earnest.

Each stroke is accentuated by slight movements, working the long shaft deep into Rhiannon's burning snatch. Rhiannon's moans are coming in time to each thrust, her legs tight against Alystin, pale feet crossed, rubbing against the gleaming firm dark legs of her lover.

Alystin arches her back slightly, finding one of Rhiannon's breasts with her hand she squeezes and holds it, rubbing her own stiff nipple against it. Rhiannon feels her body tightening, and she digs her nails into Alystin's back, scratching long claw marks into the drow's shoulder blades. Alystin moans, the stinging on her back complemented by Rhiannon starting to lick her ear, sharp little nibbles on the lobe and pointed tip.

Feeling herself nearing orgasm yet again, Rhiannon's hands slide down to grip Alystin's ass, nails digging into the soft firm globes as she pulls Alystin's hips in! "AAAHH!" Finally her pussy muscles contract savagely, clamping down on the thick rod inside her as her juices flow out!

Alystin can't believe the feeling as Rhiannon spasms around the dildo, bucking against Alystin's crotch, driving the cock into her further! The elven woman's vaginal walls contracting thightly, clenching the shaft as if to crush it, the magical dildo feeding all the senstions fed into Alystin as a man must feel them!

Honey pouring out of her, running down the crack of her ass, Rhiannon holds Alystin with her legs loosely around the dark elf's waist. Panting and cooing softly, she nipples her dark lovers ear, kisses her neck and shoulders, holding steady as her orgasm recedes.

Already though, she can feel herself getting horny again, even more than before, if that could be possible! "Again, Alystin, fuck me harder!" she orders, shifting to better brace herself against the idol, some of her juices making the stone slick under her tight ass where they meet...

"Mmm...yes..." Painfully in need of her own orgasm, somehow sensing the dildo has held her back until Rhiannon has come, Alystin thrusts forward vigourously, determined to hold long enough to build to a nice rythm again. Reaching behind the sylvan elf, Alystin grabs hold of two of the protrusions on the statue, pulling herself into the next thrust she somehow fails to notice the stone has grown warmer, softer and seems to give slightly as she tugs it.

Moaning passionately as Alystin increases the pace of this delicious penetration, Rhiannon, lost in her lust only barely feels something brush against her ankle. Then something else barely brush the back of her thigh, following the sensous curves to the crack of her ass, something barely touching her asshole. Then another brush against her other ankle, and one at her side, just below her breasts, felt this time! Rhiannon perks slightly, but her arousal is too deep, and she can't seem to focus on anything but the feeling of Alystin fucking her hard...

Alystin feels something touching her legs as well, and her arms and wrists, soft brushing at first but then firmer, more solid touching. Like Rhiannon however, the dark elf is too lost in this relentless lust to do more than glance down over Rhiannon's shoulder at her own arms. She is feeling a not quite feather light touch on her inner thighs, moving up towards her crotch, as she watches one of the protrusions she is holding lengthen, barely losing any of it's width, and wrap around her wrist! "Ahh!" A flutter of alarm passes through her, only to be immediately overwhelmed by lust, and suddenly Alystin doesn't care that more of the protusions are lengthening and wrapping around her limbs...

"Aaaie! Ugh...ugh, oh!" Rhiannon gives out a sharp cry, her eyes growing wide with surprise as the tip of something penetrates her tight asshole! Another tentacle slides between her and Alystin, quickly wrapping itself around her waist several times, as more grab her legs, thighs and ankles, pulling them from around Alystin's waist.

Arms and legs held tight by many of the smooth tentacles, Alystin pounds even harder into Rhiannon! One tentacle brushes her crotch, stimulating her more as it jostles the dildo lodged inside her, before slipping between her legs, wrapping around her hip and finding the tight star of her own rectal opening. One solid thrust and the thick member enters her ass smoothly, some kind of lubricant on the tentacle allowing for it to fill her rectum on the first push! Crying out herself, lust and the force of her anal intruder drives Alystin hard into Rhiannon, one final overpowering thrust, her own inexorable orgasm overloading her senses as the dildo captures all of her sexual fluids!

Legs spread wide, Rhiannon feels the tentacle finish it's delicious invasion of her rectum, stabbing deep into her in time with the thick dildo in her pussy! Her arms are held tight by tentacles now as well, but still she manages to capture Alystin's sensous mouth with her own, their passionate kiss adding even more fire to their amazingly unwavering lust. "Ughh...more..."

Kissing passionately, sucking lewdly on Rhiannon's lower lip, Alystin does her best to continue pumping as she spurts wave after wave of cum into the sylvan elf. Fortunately, Alystin thinks, she has the assistance of the tentacle fucking her tight asshole, it's withdrawing and thrusting pulling her along. More tentacle have wrapped themselves around her breasts, squeezing them and pushing them out from her, rubbing her erect nipples on Rhiannon's similarily restrainted smaller tits.

Tentacles holding nearly every part of her body, rubbing her and Alystin together they force the spurting dildo in and out Rhiannon's hungry pussy. She can swear she feels the stone prick pulsate with each thrust, and each streamer of cum hitting the walls of her vagina and womb hard as she is filled to bursting with Alystin's cum! Finally the spurting slows, and Rhiannon trys to reach for Alystin even though her arms are restrained, whimpering with the tentacle fucking her tight ass, as her lover is pulled off of her.

Lifted up by the tentacles, held tight, Alystin looks between the two of them as the dildo is pulled free of Rhiannon's sticky cunt. Thin streamers of the clear luminescent cum run from the tip of the stone dildo to those beautiful puffy sex lips, and a thin trickle of the stuff is leaking from the sylvan elf's abused pussy. Almost as soon as the long stone phallus is free, Alystin watches a thick tentacle slip easily into Rhiannon's thoroughly lubricated cunt.

Rhiannon gasps with the penetration, the tentacles entwined around her limbs positioning her for easier access. Opening her mouth to moan, she immediately finds it filled with a third member, a sweet candy tasting liquid secreting from the tip as it forces it's way to the back of her throat.

A smaller tentacle slides around Alystin's waist, flattening and pushing it's way under the small chain harness it slides back to the clasp, somehow dislodging it. Alystin feels the sense of the fake member fade quickly, feeling only her own genitalia burning with the smaller penetrator still inside her, instead of the achy throbbing of the phallus. Another of the flexible limbs simply brushes the dildo out of her and off, letting it fall to the floor, before the tentacle pushes it's way between her slick hairless labia. Her own cry of pleasure meets the same result as Rhiannon, and a dripping tentacle thrusts back to her tonsils.

Rhiannon watches the spectacle above her, Alystin's spread-eagle form held up over her, her tight asshole and smooth shaven pussy stretched around thick tentacles. Humping the dildos in her own ass and cunt, loving every moment as she tries her best to fuck the tentacles back, she relishes the sight of the paler stone tentacles against the drow's obsidian skin, the 'fuck me and don't ever stop' look on the Alystin's face, the look that passes between them, electric lust as they watch each other fucked senseless.

Relentlessly pounding thick tentacles hammering in and out of every orifice of both women, the tentacles around Alystin pull her closer to the idol, close enough for her body to lightly rub against Rhiannon's. Breasts rubbing together again, they stare lustfully into each others eyes, mouths full of pulsing tentacle, only inches apart. A look shared between them and they both know the other is experiencing the same thing: the tentacles filling them are expanding. Throbbing, swelling tentacles jerk wildly within the insatiable women, beautiful pain in their tight bowels, almost delicate vibrations in their bursting pussies, soft steady pulses into their small mouths, as sticky sweet cum floods into them!

Both of them cry out with their own orgasms around the members in their mouths, only seconds seperating their climaxes! Flailing tentacles pop out of them, spraying glowing spunk from nearly invisible slits in their tips, all over the two elves, the idol and the floor. Even more of the stuff is dripping from their used holes, as the tentacles are almost immediately replaced by more of the thick shafts. Neither woman has even finished their incredible orgasm when they are freshly penetrated, all three orifices at once. Naturally the excessive amount of sexual fluids lubractes them completely, rendering them incapable of offering any resistance, even should they have wished it...

Rhiannon can only barely even see Alystin now, her eyes are so clouded with her lust. She can't even contemplate any existence beyond the sexual 'now'! Her body is utterly instiable, machine-like unstoppable lust, like this cum filling her is an incomprable aphrodisiac; she only wants to be fucked more and more the more she gets fucked and filled up with the sweet splooge.

Alystin can still see a bit clearer, perhaps her stronger resistance to magic, perhaps it's some kind of toxin, but still her arousal keeps mounting, and she can't get enough of the pistoning tentacles. Feeling another tentacle swell to bursting in her shapely ass, she cries out with another orgasm of her own, finding the will to look down on the state of her companion. Something seems wrong to her somehow, something off...then with a start she seems to regain a measure of control with the sudden sense of fear! Rhiannon is being pulled into the idol!

"Mmpph!" Alystin tries to cry out a warning as she watches the stone seem to flow out around Rhiannon's cum covered ass and lower back, but the tentacle filling her mouth obviously prevents her. Struggling with a renewed desperate strength, somehow forcing the powerful feeling of lust back enough to fight, Alystin wrenches one arm painfully free. The stone seems to flow like a viscous liquid around Rhiannon, nearly half way over her upturned ass, just below the thrusting tentacle in her rectum! Waving her arm madly, determined not to allow it to be caught by the grasping tentacles again, Alystin kicks a leg free from below the knee, immediately lashing out with her foot she strikes one tentacle holding Rhiannon's leg!

The tentacle is hard like stone, despite it's flexibility, hurting Alystin's foot with the impact. Howling aroung the member in her mouth, forcing herself to 'think, damn it!, she tries to grit her teeth, striking out stubbornly, and much harder, at a point where the tentacle seems straight, pulled taught and thinner. This time her precision pays off, and despite the pain it causes her she is pleased to see the tentacle break off! As a happy side effect she has also gotten her leg completely free, and the remainder of the tentacle around Rhiannon slender leg cracks and crumbles, falling into pieces on the floor.

Despite the terrible level of distraction Rhiannon is enduring, this has not gone unoticed! Suddenly she seems aware of the feel of cool stone flowing up around her firm butt as the idol tries to envelope her! One of her legs is free, though, she realizes, and begins her own struggles, trying to free herself enough to reach out and grasp Alystin's outstretched hand!

Seemingly with two minds the idol's tentacles act in two different capacities, the free ones trying to re-capture the two struggling women, and the engaged limbs continuing to mercilessly fuck them.

Cumming again despite herself, Alystin holds on, barely batting one of the tentacles away as it tries to grasp her arm! A quick strike with her foot, and she knocks another aside, but this time grabbing it near the end, her hand almost slipping off as it is slick with sexual secretions. Using this she pulls herself closer to the statue just in time to switch her grip and catch Rhiannon's suddenly free hand!

Fighting back the desire to let the statue envelop her, to remain locked in sexual gratification for eternity, Rhiannon tries to pull herself free of the idol. She only manages barely half an inch before she is sucked back in, pulled by the tentacles around her torso and squeezing her breasts, pushed down by the thrusting members in her pussy and ass. Panic actually overpowers the lust momentarily, then just as the lust begins to take over again Alystin brings her foot down again. Rhiannon sees the drow's grimace of pain as the tentacle in her ass is broken, and feels some pain herself it is knocked around inside her painfully, before the tip slides out easily on the flood of lubricant already filling the sylvan elf.

Foot now planted firmly on the slick surface of the idol, Alystin pulls for all she's worth, with the strength of someone who has everything on the line. Straining terribly she finally helps Rhiannon, the sylvan elf's round butt cheeks almost literally popping free, off of the enveloping statue!

Her sudden momentum actually breaks another of the tentacles, the things seeming to grow more brittle as more and more of them are destroyed. Rhiannon pulls her other arm free, and kicks another, breaking it as well, and with another bit of assistance from Alystin she is free completely! Tentacles that were holding her crumble as she nearly falls free of the idol, the last tentacle, the one in her pussy, swelling and spurting one final batch of cum into her and over her as it pops out with an accomanying rude noise.

Struggling to her feet Rhiannon staggers quickly over to her things, grabbing up her swords! Turning, she is immediately assailed by more tentacles, but now armed she makes short work of them, her parries effectively severing them. Wading into flailing tentacles, Rhiannon, her own fluids and the spunk from the tentacles still dripping off and out of her, lets her instincts take over. The nearly indestructible elven blades make clean cuts even on the stone as she cuts Alystin free, then takes up a defensive posture over her friend and lover as the dark elf slowly pulls herself up.

"Alystin, I'm feeling starting to feel weak again!" Rhiannon cries, striking down more tentacles. She is wondering how many there are when she notices a new one stretching pseudopod like from the idol, forming into a heavier, more dangerous looking tentacle as she watches. She see another begin to form, and now she starts to seriously worry. "Shit, it's growing more! Bigger ones! And I can't keep this up much longer; my arms are getting really weak!"

"I know! If you're not having sex this place seems to kill you by wasting you away fast!" Alystin dodges a tentacle that has stretched beyond Rhiannon's sword reach, all the way around to strike from behind. Diving under it, Alystin manages to come up holding her dagger, the poison-dripping black assassins kris. "Think this thing is alive?"

Risking a glance over her shoulder, Rhiannon sees Alystin holding the black blade, and smiles with understanding. "I think I can still cut you a path!"

Defending both their delectable backsides from the streteched out tentacles circled around behind them, Alystin knocks tentacles away. Using her slippery cum covered body to her advantage she manages to keepthem from getting a grip on her or Rhiannon as she backs up behind her companion towards the idol...

Blades swirling, powered by her very nearly final reserves of strength, Rhiannon strides forward purposefully, her expert swordsmanship swatting and severing the tentacles aside almost easily ar first. She grows visibly tired quickly, however, but by then they are close enough. Voice tired, but still full of determination and inner strength, "Now! Swtich!"

In one smooth motion the two women trade places, Rhiannon's swords come down, finally severing two of the tentacles threatening their rear as Alystin lunges forward, thrusting the kris hard! The venomous dagger barely cuts in at all, however, and Alystin cries out in dismay! "I can't cut it! The stone is too thick! Thrust both your swords in, close together!"

"Right!" Rhiannon turns swiftly, almost worried Alystin will be in her way, but the extremely agile drow finds enough strength to deftly hop onto the top of the idol, facing Rhiannon, the kris ready to strike down. Rhiannon understands, and with a very unladylike grunt she pluges her slender swords into the idol, points nearly touching, the blades held as close together as she can manage! The elven mithril bites in deep, and after the first inch she finds it easy going, like ordinary flesh. Pushing the blades in as far as she can, she twists them just a little in opposite directions, and then pulling them out only slightly prys them apart, muscles straining, creating an opening to the soft insides of the idol! "GO! I can't hold it for long!"

Grim determination on her face, Alystin plunges her kris into the exposed dark green inner mass of the idol. It looks like it has some very different internal organs to her, but organs mean it's alive, and if anything on this plane can kill it, she knows the venom from her dagger can! She pushes hard, cutting through soft tissue, pushing her hand, then her wrist, then to her elbow, and finally the sweaty naked dark elf lies across the top of it, almost right to her shoulder, arm covered in cool black ichor.

The idols tentacles are flailing maddly, totally out of control! They too women swear they here some kind of terrible groaning, low like the walls of the temple are shifting, then stuttering, skipping, like the idol creature's death rattle, and the tentacles suddenly tense, and fall to the floor!

The place is still.

Alystin pulls her arm free, a sickly sticky noise coming with the stretchy bits of gore trailing from her arm and hand. She hops off the idol, delicately and slowly, as Rhiannon pulls her swords free.

Without a word they grab their things, what little remains, and make to leave, noticing together the artificial lust is gone, and so is the weakness. They are both still exhausted however, and are dragging their feet as they head from the room.

"Wait..." Alystin turns, looking back into the room, and is disheartened by what she sees, "Oh no, it's broken. That cool dildo was crushed by one of those big tentacles! Lloth damn it!"

A tired Rhiannon looks at her incredulously. "How can you think of that right now? I'm so damn tired...and sore!"

Putting her arm around Rhiannon's waist, Alystin leads her slowly down the hallway. "I thought I could maybe start a collection. And besides, it wasn't bad! I wonder, do you think they had tame versions of whatever that thing was? That didn't try and eat you when it was done?!"

Rhiannon returns Alystin's smile, "No, you're right it wasn't bad! Not at all...a tame one would be nice..."

*****

A few hours later and Rhiannon and Alystin are making their way back up the stairs, from this secret part of the temple to the temple proper.

They took a rest in the luxurious lounge room, the perfume smell still thick in the air but the mystical effects gone; the truth is they both know they hadn't the energy to make it up the stairs then. After their nap and a light meal, some of Alystin's sturdier rations hadn't been spoiled by the decaying effect, which also seemed to quit once the idol thing was dead.

Still tired and hungry, bodies worn out more than few hours can fix, but they both want to get outside again before finding a good resting spot.

Alystin has only her kris, but fortunately the sheath was enchanted as well, made to endure the constant dripping poison, and so was likewise intact. Besides the dagger, tied to a rope belt, her only other possession is her heavier cloak, the execellent quality and material of the garment seemed to help protect it, and only a few smallish holes show the effects in the knee length hooded cloak. She was going to cut it up, and use strip wraps to cover herself, but Rhiannon pointed out it was also their only blanket, if the nights get cool. Her soft boots didn't make it past the tentacles, so she is also barefoot.

Rhiannon is barefoot as well, and none of her animal hide clothes made it either, but she did manage to fashion a lioncloth from some of the remaining strips. Of course she has her mail, the liner mostly intact as well, at least anyplace that really matters. Her swords are fine, the mithril blades not even knicked or scratched from cutting into stone.

"I think you just like the idea of me walking around with nothing but a cloak and a white rope belt on!"

Rhiannon looks at Alystin, smiling, letting her gaze fall to the drow's large firm breasts. "It's definately a bonus, but I was serious about the nights being cool; it is the only thing we have like a blanket."

In reaction, Alystin pulls the cloak about her, covering her body. "We never talked about a bonus."

"Hah!", Rhiannon laughs, definately feeling the lighter mood. "I can't wait to get outside; this place is beginning to get to me. It'll be nice to get some good food, and some real rest, too."

"We're going on to Sellyce then? Think we'll be okay with most of our stuff gone?"

"There's a cache of supplies, extra bows, arrows, preserved food, all that stuff, not too far out of your way. I'll re-equip, and you can even borrow some extra clothes that will be there." She winks at Alystin, "Maybe..."

Reaching the top of the stairs, they can see the backside of the wall they entered by. Testing it, Alystin puts her hand into the wall, confirming it is still illusory from this side. Walking through carefully, she emerges into darkness on the other side, in the main hall. Taking a glance around the room, she can find nothing amiss, still all same marble benches and pillars, and begins towards the exit.

Rhiannon follows behind her, the total darkness keeping her from seeing as well as she would on a moonless night outdoors still disconcerting to the sylvan elf.

Almost at the grand hallway that would lead them towards the outside, and Alystin hears something faint, and definately surreptitious. "Wait." she whispers to Rhiannon, holding her hand back to sign for her to stop.

Then she hears something again, and so does Rhiannon, this time deliberate; like something notices they noticed. "Alystin..."

Looking back into the room, Alystin can at first see nothing, then one, two, five, ten...more! Maybe almost a couple of dozen three and half, four foot tall humanoid hot bodies, with weapons and armour, stand up among the broken benches.

To Rhiannon, she sees a couple dozen of pairs of eyes, glowing a darker, somehow more malevolent red than Alystin's eyes...

Without looking at each other, they both reach the same conclusion, and whisper in unison, "Goblins..."

*****

To be continued in 3c: Eye of Power

(short author's note*SPOILERS*don't read this until you've read the story, just in case you skipped ahead!*: MerTarrant asked me to include the strap-on scene, and in developing it I managed to find a prefect thread for later! Much later, like series 2, but there you are. For Grey Archive people, you may have found the idol resembles several things that were discussed on the forum amalgamated into it. It was! :)

(The basic idol and tentacle thing was there from the start, but the specifics came about from some of the great ideas I read there, so this is an additional thank you to all the forum posters. Keep the ideas coming, and thanks for putting up with me!

Part 3c: Festival?

"Goblins. Shit..." Alystin says again, casting her own glowing red eyes about, she takes a quick count. Not quite two dozen, she thinks, closer to twenty, maybe a bit less. Could be more though, especially since it seems they were waiting. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable in her nakedness, she whispers uneasily, "Rhiannon..."

Shifting, getting herself into a combat stance, Rhiannon whispers her reply, "I'm still exhausted, but if we can get into the forest, we can outrun them easy. Are you up to it?"

"Yes, but we have to be careful; there's probably more...

Then all of a sudden there is a scream, an aggressive cry, from one of the goblins!

Both the elven women turn, towrards the sound, in time to see one stealthy goblin coming around large pillars in the corner. He's leading two or three others as they lunge forward, short swords and spears their primary weapons!

"GO!" Alystin shouts, smacking Rhiannon on the shoulder for emphasis! Turning, she rushes from the room, running down the main passage.

Rhiannon, only slightly slower than normal with her fatigue, draws her blade and slashes at the lead goblin with one crisp move! The small humanoid falls backwards into his compatriots, staggering them as they reflexively catch him, a minor gash across his chest the only injury. Still, the attack served it's purpose, buying a free moment for Rhiannon. She does not hesitate to follow Alystin from the room, just noticing on her way out that the rest of the goblins are starting to follow...

Her long bare legs carry Alystin swiftly down the long passage, sprinting headlong into the temple antechamber.

Something moves! In the corner of her eye as she passes through the arch; fast, long...a spear shaft, she realizes, her response automatic from extensive training and almost two centuries of practice. Almost supernatural reflexes carry her, diving, over the spear swung across at waist height! Rolling over her shoulder, her deftness and natural agility allow her to take the entire tumble on her cloak, and she comes out of it straight onto her feet, whipping the cloak from her shoulders. She starts fast and smooth, but falters slightly, the fatigue in her limbs trying to assert itself, still her spin is graceful and true. The heavy cloak is gripped tightly, wrapped once around her left hand, as she draws her kris. "Rhiannon! More of them here! Hurry!" Alystin cries, finding herself surrounded by another dozen or so goblins.

Rhiannon is almost into the room, both swords drawn she readies herself to fight. Up ahead she can see several pairs of beady red eyes, some turning to her, and Alystin. A goblin rushes towards Rhiannon, thrusting with his spear; she knocks it aside, and slices his head off. She steps into the room just as Alystin uses her cloak to tangle up the goblins spear, and pulling him in she lunges forward, stabbing him with her dagger!

Cutting down another one, Rhiannon puts herself at Alystin's back, ready to fight to the last. She is about to speak when a few more goblins enter into the room, as well as the ones following from the main hall -must be nearly 40 crowding around here now, she thinks- and one of them seems to say something to the rest.

All the goblins begin to back off, ones with spears taking the front; now many six or seven foot long, metal tipped spears are suddenly ready, surrounding the two elven women.

Pressed back into each other, Alystin naked, Rhiannon nearly so, both women are acutely aware of each others ragged breathing.

"Goddess! Rhiannon...we need to try and break for it..." Alystin manages between breaths. "We really don't want these things capturing us; that's why they backed off, I think."

"Okay...can you distract them? I'll try and cut us a way out the front; they even seem a bit weaker there." Rhiannon whispers, panting.

"Yeah...on three; one..." Alystin readies herself, shifting almost imperceptibly, way to aware of the ache in her limbs from the incredible sexual experience only a few hours before...

"Two..."

Rhiannon adjusts her grip, trying her best despite her fatigue to concentrate on trying to find the weak spot...

The goblins shift uneasily. Tightening up their formation, they seem to be wary of what the two elves are going to do, but also waiting for something to happen. Not just a few of them are leering at the beautiful women, especially the naked dark elf...

"THREE!!" snapping her cloak like a whip, Alystin startles some of the closer goblins with the sudden movement! Wrapping it around the end of one out-thrust spear she snatches the weapon from the goblins grip, whipping it around and over, forcing the goblins to duck or back up reflexively to avoid it.

Rhiannon brutally knocks a couple of spears aside with the flat of her swords, follwing with lightning like slashes into the goblins directly in front of her! Two of them fall, the others yelping and scrambling to get out of her reach! The line seems to collapse as she wades in, perhaps too easily, but Rhiannon doesn't notice this, lost as she is in her focus. "Let's go!", she shouts over the screeching sounds of the goblins yelling at each other.

Alystin is right behind Rhiannon. The spear disentangling from the cloak, she tries her best to keep the goblins from pressing in behind them and thrusting spears into their backs.

The two elves break from the group of goblins, Rhiannon's whirling blades taking two or three more, Alystin finding a couple within reach of her dagger, the potent poison slaying them easily. Passing under the arch, they run through the entry hall without incident, followed by the chittering sounds of the goblins organizing to chase them!

Right up ahead they can see outside, the dusk sky just barely visible, the lush forest and their escape assured so very close! Renewed, the two elven women pick up the pace, sprinting for all they are worth!

Another shout from the goblins behind them -both elves smile inwardly, 'to late' they think- as they burst out from under the stone canopy...right into the falling net!

"No!" Alystin screams, her velocity carrying her naked body carreening into the net, tangling her, tipping her...

"Yaahh...ugh!" Rhiannon gives a startled cry, falling as the weighted net tangles around her! She loses one of her swords as she tumbles to the ground, and the other easily slices through the rope of the net...

Alystin keeps hold of her dagger, finally stopping in a tangled heap, rough rope cutting into her dark skin. She immediately begins working herself free of the net, twisting and cutting with her dagger, as goblins rush up, surrounding them. Seeing several dozen diminutive humanoids surround them, Alystin chokes back her fear, and redoubles her efforts! She begins to pray, "Belbau ulu usstan z'ress, Quarvalsharess..."

Rhiannon tries to cut more of the net away, but at some command barked by another goblin several of them rush up and begin swatting at her sword and hand with the butts of their spears. She struggles to hold onto it, but eventually one stinging blow to the back of her hand knocks the sword away; Rhiannon yelps and pulls her hand in, backing into Alystin...

Still praying in drow, Alystin is so focused she starts when she feels someone grab her wrist! She reacts to late, however, another goblin, and then another, joining the first, they manage to pry the kris blade from her without getting cut by it!

Goblins surround the two frightened, now unarmed, elven women, spears levelled as they approach the net cautiously.

The goblin seemingly in charge steps forward, cautiously at first, then his typically dull goblin expression changes to a smirk. He says something to the other goblins and they begin to giggle nervously, then when he gestures at the two elves, especially at Alystin, and says something else, they begin to actually laugh!

Another gesture and a couple goblins step forward, almost casually, and sticking the butts of their spears into the net they poke Alystin. Then they put the shafts of the spears between her knees and force her legs apart...

"Hey! Le..." Alystin tries to smack the spears away, trying to back off them, only to feel the sharp point of a spear in her back, and another waved in her face. Swallowing, she arches slightly, twisting, trying to keep her thighs together...

"Don't you little fuc...ow!" Rhiannon tries to come to her friends aid, but as soon as she moves several spears appear in her face, and the shaft of one is smacked against her back. Stilling herself, she catches Alystin's eye long enough for an apologetic and despondant look to pass between them.

The goblins try to spread Alystin's legs further and she resists, finally freeing an arm enough to try and get her hand over her exposed cunt. A grunt from the lead goblin get a spear under her chin; she lifts her hand away, and with her legs now forced as far apart as they can be under the net, her hairless pussy is entirely visible.

The goblin leader snatches a spear from another goblin, and cackling gleefully he steps closer, putting the butt of the spear into the net, between Alystin's long, slender and nicely spread obsidian legs. He leisurely pokes at her bare cunt, grinning at the sob and gasp that escapes her mouth when he pushes the tip into her cunt.

Alystin looks over at Rhiannon shamefully, embarrased that she has to be seen like this, but relieved when she sees Rhiannon's reluctant understanding; if they are alive, they might escape yet...

Alystin gasps sharply, back arching, lush tits bouncing with her sudden movement as the spear is actually thrust into her a few inches!

Rhiannon's eyes fall to the dark elf's crotch, and she sees the spear, still angled painfully, push deeper between Alystin's black labia. Reaching out to comfort her friend, Rhiannon just makes contact when a sudden blow to the back of her head fills her vision with stars! "OWW!!" Another, and she collapses, unconcious.

Alystin, alarmed by this, looks up just as the spear is removed from her, in time to see the goblin leader gesture again, sudden pain on the back of her head, and everything goes black...

*****

"Yaahh!" Biting cold, the splash of water brings Alystin to conciousness instantly! Sputtering, feeling her white hair wet, plastered to her head and face, she tries to shake off the groggy, woozy heaviness of being knocked out. A slight bit of pain behind her eyes, she tries to open them, tries to sit up. Some odd noises are in the background, surrounding her; straining, she tries to make them out, the chittering, squeaky sounds...

A spell of dizziness washes over Alystin, just then another splash of ice cold water touches her, just the fringes this time, not the whole bucket. Cringing, backing away from the chill, Alystin is suddenly aware of extra weight on her wrists and ankles, and the rattling of chains. Openning her eyes slightly, she sees what she was afraid of, manacles, one even foot of sturdy chain running between her wrists, and another set on her ankles. There, by her feet, sputterring and coughing as though she must have breathed some of the water into her lungs, is Rhiannon, just as naked as Alystin now.

Swallowing nervously, Alystin looks up, past Rhiannon, to the source of the noisy chittering: a room full of goblins. Several goblins stand around the two beautiful elven women in a loose circle, a couple of them holding now empty buckets, leering eyes wide with lust. Further away, this room is huge, Alystin notices, are even more goblins, hundreds maybe! Long tables, interspersed with fires in carved stone pits, ornate chimneys above them carrying the smoke away, are full of goblins, male and even female! She seems to be on a point higher than the rest of the room, some dais, a stage maybe? It's the entire width of this massive, crumbling hall, and marble! Mottled pale grey-green stripes in predominantly white marble, huge ornate marble pillars holding the elaboratly vaulted ceiling high overhead, even more light, starlight, but amplified somehow, coming in through the open windows high above.

"Alystin..." Rhiannon is looking past Alystin, pushing herself up to resting on manacled hands, slender body stretched out belly down on the cool floor.

Seeing the worry on Rhiannon's face, Alystin turns to look. Another large table, long and elaborate, settings fit for a king, is no more than ten or fifteen feet behind them. It is covered with ancient gold and silver goblets and serving dishes, steam and the smell of cooked meat coming from them. Several more goblins are seated there, and most centrally a larger than average goblin, taller and somewhat obese, the glint of an evil cunning in his eyes, wearing more elaborate scavenged armour and an oversized gold crown tilted precariously on his head. He is attened by several females, and fresh dishes constantly placed in front of him. Alystin thinks the diminutive little ball of goblin lard is utterly repulsive.

Taking another roast leg of something, the goblin king grunts something through a mouthful of meat, gesturing at the two naked chained elves before him. Goblins nearby chitter and giggle, leering evily at them. Another goblin repeats the words of the king, shouting them for all the hall to hear, and soon the goblin laughter echoes throught the vaulted chamber, all the hundreds of beady red eyes focused on the elven women.

Laughing at whatever joke he made, the goblin king gestures at Alystin and Rhiannon, speaking something to them in gobbely. Alystin exchanges a glance with Rhiannon, swallowing hard, both of them trying to figure out what might have just been asked of them. Looking back to the fat king, he gestures a bit more vigourously at them, then says something more, rolling his eyes, something that might put the intelligence of elves to question.

More laughter from the room full of goblins ensues, and this time the king gestures to the goblin warriors surrounding the two frightened women. The goblins begin closing in on them, wiry arms reaching for them.

Both of the frightened naked elves begin to feel panic setting in. Rhiannon, pulling herself up onto her kness, starts turning towards the goblins pressing in towards her. Alystin pushes back with her legs, chains rattling, and she can just feel Rhiannon's bare skin on her own when the goblins reach them.

"N-NO!" Rhiannon screams out, struggling, twisting her shoulders, slender pale legs trying to kick. The heavy iron manacles restraining them, weighing her down enough for a goblin to grab the chain and force her legs to the cool marble. She tries to lurch forward, into the grasping group of goblins, hopefully through them, she thinks, but more spindly goblin arms catch her. A hard slap accross her face, another to the side of her small breasts, barely bouncing in their perkiness, and they have her. Four or five of them, but they have got her more or less stilled as they begin to turn her, pulling her back to her knees, facing Rhiannon towards her dark skinned companion.

Alystin resists less, muttering a hopeful prayer that whatever they're going to do won't hurt too much. Still, she can't help herself but to struggle some, firm body writhing under the unwanted touch of the goblins. The goblins holding her grab her under the arms, turning her to face Rhiannon as well, setting Alystin on her knees on the cool, wet marble floor. Another pair of little clawed hands grabs a hold by fistfuls of long white hair, pulling tight to control her.

Now facing each other the two naked elves are pushed together. Goblin hands on their backs and beautiful round behinds forcing their naked wet bodies tight, stiff nipples in the cool air reluctantly stimulated by the feel of each others warm flesh.

Alystin and Rhiannon share a pained look just before their lips are forced together, goblin hands tilting their heads, making them kiss. Rhiannon tries to push herself away, face screwed up in fear and confusion she struggles harder, surprised that she could swear Alystin was actually tryingto kiss her. A sharp smack on the back of her head and a tear forms in Rhiannon's eye, hopelessness starting to overwhelm her. Goblin laughter all around, more of the tiny rough hands on her tender flesh, knowing she's on display as they try and force her to kiss Alystin again. At the feel of her lovers hands on her waist, Alystin gently pulling her closer, Rhiannon forces her eyes open, looking at the dark elf angrily. "Alystin...you..." she's cut off as the two women are finally made to kiss again, to the delight of all the goblins looking on, but her sense of betrayal is plain in her voice.

Rhiannon tries to pull away again, but this time Alystin stays with her, actually leaning closer, to kiss the wood elfs neck, nibbling the lobe of the pointed elven ear and kissing the tip softly. Alystin can't help but be almost thankful that her recent ordeals might have given her the presence of mind to remain as calm as she has here. She's worried for Rhiannon though, and sorry for what she's doing now. Taking a bit of a firmer hold of Rhiannon's waist, Alystin whispers to her urgently, "I'm sorry! But listen, if we're alive we can escape!"

Goblins roughly pull them back, then push the beautiful faces of the two elves together again. Smacks on their asses are now accompanying this, goblins jeering at the sight of their black and white skin contrast as their bodies are pressed forcefully together.

Gasping, pulling away from Rhiannon momentarily, Alystin finds a moment to continue what she was saying, "...if we fight they'll just kill us! Probably slowly and very painfu..."

Again they are forced together, but not as roughly. Poking and slapping, some of the goblins seem to be speaking to them, instructing them. Another rough push, forcing them to kiss. Trying to pull away again, Rhiannon whispers a tearful plea, "Alystin, I don..."

Alystin quckly leans forward, silencing her with a kiss. Almost all the goblin hands are off the two of them now as she presses her body against Rhiannon, rubbing their breasts together. Nipples touching, Alystin kisses Rhiannon's cheek, again quickly whispering, "We could fight them off, but then we're dead. Once they got us back under control they'd just start cutting us up very slowly for their entertainment. If we're good, they'll probably keep us around, and so long we're still alive, we can try and escape! Just survive Rhi, whatever it takes it's all that really matters, okay?" Pulling away, risking a look, tender and strong, into Rhiannon's eyes, Alystin is relieved to see the wood elf agree, albeit reluctantly.

Another quick prodding and this time they meet, kissing as passionately as they can under the circumstances. Rhiannon finds herself sinking into the kiss, as if trying to find refuge in the reluctant pleasure there. Gasping between heated kisses, she whispers to Alystin, though still keeping her body rubbing gently against the drow, "I don't want this...not like this...". Sobbing, she kisses Alystin again, deeply, pushing her tongue into the dark elfs mouth as she pushes her pelvis into her lovers.

Alystin grinds her hips back, reluctantly enjoying the feel of the wood elf's soft brown pubes against her own shaven mound. Spreading her hips slightly, grinding a bit harder, she breaks off the kiss momentarily, "Me either..." Moving her hands up, she cups Rhiannon's breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples, and Alystin notices her own pussy moistening and a dark thought comes to her: 'at least if I'm wet it won't hurt so much when they...no! don't think about that.'

Kissing feverishly, urgently pressing their beautiful bodies together, light skin and dark, they both find themselves trying to lose themselves in the pleasure, to forget wherethey are. The never ending chatter of the hundreds of goblins watching them almost fades away, they almost get lost in each others embrace when it's shattered and they are suddenly yanked apart.

Cackling maddly the goblin king is gesturing, wildly ordering his warriors about. The two lovely naked elves cry out in surprise and pain as they are yanked apart by hair and chains. The king grins lasciviously, knowing in his not-quite-as-dull-as-typical goblin mind that these hated elven women would be considered very beautiful by their own people. That haughty wood elf, tall slender and soft skinned; how many goblins must she have killed? And the obsidian skinned drow, her body fuller, rounder than the other one's, how many goblin slaves does she own? Fired by this he finds even more distinct pleasure in their humiliation, knowing that they must feel it all the more for their beauty. And then there was they way they seemed to be beginning to enjoy what they were just doing. He watches as his warriors drag them kicking and sreaming to one end of the smooth marble stage; oh yes, this next part is going to be delicious...

*****

Gh'trukk is marching through the ruined streets, bright moonlight casting long, menacing shadows, in the cool night air. He flips his favorite axe high into the air, easily catching it by the handle each time. Only a couple of steps behind him, one of his most trusted lieutenants is rattling off a report; it seems one of the scouts might have found where the goblins are holed up. This is good news, Gh'trukk thinks; a few of his warriors didn't come back from foraging a couple days ago...and his employer, well, he wasn't sure his employer hadn't eaten them itself! Heavy brow squinting, he thumbs one large tusk, the broken one held together with the silver bolts.

As the lieutenant knows this habit as his commander deep in thought, he prepares his somewhat dull mind to remember the flurry of orders that will follow shortly.

Decisions made, Gh'trukk nods his head, approving his own plan. Trying to shrug some of the stiffness from his massive shoulders he dictates his plans to the lieutenant, then sending him off with a dismissive wave of one huge green arm to carry them out.

It is a good plan he thinks, simple; have the scouts check for more entrances to this hall, set up squads to block them, leave some guards with their encampment, and the rest will go in and exterminate this goblin infestation. Admiring the fine workmanship of this favorite axe again, unparralleled dwarven craftsmanship, he flips it into the air again, and starts off to find his own personal guards. Killing goblins isn't much of what an ork warrior wants in a fight, but it's a fight! And will be good to get their gold and weapons, and get away from this place! And their employer...

*****

Dragged to one end of the marble stage, the two naked elves are flipped over onto their hands and knees. Despite their best efforts, they can't help but struggle somewhat, but just enough to make it sport for the goblins restraining them.

Small rough goblin hands run over sweat slick smooth elf skin, several goblins working together to put the quietly sobbing elves into position. More than a few times Alystin or Rhiannon gasps when goblin fingers brush their exposed pussies or breasts, usually with a bit more pressure than 'accidental'.

Held in this position, each of them has a wooden pole, not unlike a spear shaft or staff, run underneath them. Looking down, past her own dangling lush tits, Alystin watches the goblins tie the pole tightly to the chain between her ankles. She knows this will prevent her from moving her legs very much at all, really only as much as the little bit of chain from each ankle will permit. She's just wondering what purpose this could serve when her head is tugged back none to gently by the hair, causing the dark elf to cry out in pain. A long, dirty, leather wrapped peg is shoved between into her mouth, the hilt of a broken dagger perhaps, stifling her cries. Something, more leather thong perhaps, ties each end of the peg, binding it around her head, lodged firmly between her teeth, like a horses bit. At this same time another goblin has tied the pole to the chain between her wrists. Tears streaming from her eyes, Alystin realizes she is nearly fully restrained, barely even able to shuffle her legs and hands along the floor, not even a foot of freedom in this bondage. Managing a glance to her side, she sees Rhiannon restrained in the same way, proud goblins standing around the two naked elves, admiring their handiwork.

And enjoying the discomforted struggling of these two haugty, 'superior' elves. Goblins are not exactly smart, but they are intelligent enough to enjoy cruelty...especially to members of the 'beautiful races'. If they could tell one goblin from another, Alystin and Rhiannon would no doubt notice these warriors are the ones that captured them...

The goblin king is shouting gleefully again, addressing the hall full of goblins. Little dull goblin faces light up with delighted grins. Alystin and Rhiannon watch as goblins turn to each other exchanging words, and begin placing items and coins on the tables between them, almost like they are betting.

Alystin and Rhiannon manage to exchange their own distressed glance, both of them knowing that betting implies a contest, a winner...and a loser.

Suddenly the goblins surrounding them seem to have made a decision, and two goblins, one for each of them, step up. Each of the two goblins grab hold of their chosen naked female elf by her hair, tugging it as they climb onto her back. Alystin and Rhiannon feel the heels of their goblin 'riders' dig into their supple thighs, pressure as tiny legs are clamped to their slim waists and the goblins settle themselves into position. Goblins still stand in front of them, making sure they don't move forward, yet.

The king watches as his warriors pass out some of the new things they've made, ideas gleaned from the carvings on the walls from that hidden part of the temple the elven women came out of. Ideas no ordinary goblin could have formed on his own, but a smart one, like our king, could certainly figure them out, and come up with a great way to use them. Poles with rounded tips now wrapped tightly in leather, ropes tied with several thick knots along their length, and handles with several smaller leather thongs tied an knotted are just a few. Oh, how terrible will this be for his new elven toys, for surely they must enjoy these things normally, after all they came out of that hidden temple, but to have them done to them unwillingly by inferior goblins...

Alystin and Rhiannon watch in horror as the goblins pass out these implements of sexual torture, testing the weight, the feel of them. Spreading out around the elven women they relish the cheers of the crowd, eager for them to begin.

It starts with a sharp smack! The thick knotted rope brought down fiercly onto Alystin's incredible ass! The goblin in front of her moves to the side, his improvised cat'o'nine tails sweeping up underneath her, stinging her amble tits. The heels of her rider dig into her muscular thighs as the rope comes down again, stained beige against obsidian skin. Yelping into her bit, the goblin yanks on her hair as though it's her reins, and she starts forward when she feels the tip of something pressed to her labia, trying to force itself into her tight sheath. She fumbles as she almost immeditely reaches the limits of of her chain and pole retraints, another smack from a more traditional strap urging her on.

A short thin crop starts Rhiannon, the goblin brandishing it enthusiastically striking her creamy pale behind rapidly. Like Alystin's, her rider thrashes her hair like reins, but her also bounces up and down on her back, trying to urge her forward. A heavy strap strikes her right on her tender bare pussy lips, starting her forward with a pained cry, a goblin with a pole missing his mark. Struggling to catch up he overcorrects, the leather tip missing Rhiannon's moist slit and instead finding the tight pink star of her rectum! She shrieks into her bit as several inches of the pole disappear into her ass, urging her to lunge forward to escape her impalement.

Shuffling forward as fast as she can Alystin tries to evade the blows on her round ass, the pole in her pussy pumping irregularly with her lurching movements and the goblin's own efforts to keep up. Sleek body covered in sweat, she struggles forward as the goblins continue to torture her, stinging blows to her firm obsidian tits, her nipples achingly stiff and sore from the odd direct hit. Alystin is keenly aware of the cheering goblins, the knowledge she is on display, performing for their amusement bringing more tears to her red eyes. Somewhere deep down she can feel the fire of her arousal is fueled by this as well, her shame at this knowledge building back on itself, making her hotter and more embarrassed and hotter...

Chains rattling underneath her as she pushes herself forward, trying to get free from the painful anal impalement. The goblin holding the pole decided to leave it there though, cackling gleefully at her reaction, twisting it painfully, raping her beautiful ass savagely as his friends continue to whip and spank her. Struggling to move as quickly as she can, Rhiannon finds herself feeling more distressed as she notices Alystin getting further ahead, she suddenly realizes that this is a race, and she's losing!

The goblins forming Rhiannon's race team start in on her harder, sharp cries, they yell back and forth as the other team and their drow bitch get a lead! Bringing their assorted toys down harder and faster, making the already deep pink blush on the delcious elven ass to a firey red. The goblin fucking her ass with the pole starts to merely push, driving it even more painfully into her as another starts to vigorously whip her imflamed pussy lips. Rhiannon fights her restraints, crying, humiliated more than she thought possible, and driven forward by her goblin team she begins to gain ground on her likewise tortured lover. If only there wasn't that burning deep in her own belly, that undeniable sexual stimulation, making this all so much worse...

Alystin's team, seeing their opponents beginning to gain on them, renew their assault on the sexy dark elf. Supple limbs, glistening sweatily in the amplified moonlight pump harder as one goblin pushes the handle of his whip into her own tight asshole. She can feel the prod in her pussy digging painfully next to the new intruder, all the while her breasts are still being whipped and her ass slapped with multiple quick blows. Pushing her harder and harder, the goblins are well rewarded by Alystin's agility as she has become somewhat accustomed to the restraints. Panting into her bit, with almost as much arousal as exhaustion, Alystin sees the opposite wall looming closer, as fast as possible given the limits of her movement. A brief fear comes to her, wondering what she is to do once she reaches the wall, then what will the goblins do?

The goblin king is looking on intently, standing in his seat so close to the end of the race, very pleased with how it seems to be turning out. He watches as his warriors with the lean fair skinned wood elf torture her magnificently, pushing her forward so she seems to be catching up to the drow, only to have the latter's team urge her on harder. The goblins filling the hall are all jumping and cheering as the elf bitches draw slowly closer to the finish line, struggling in their bonds.

The king jumps up, whooping in delight as the dark elf reaches the wall, actually starting to turn herself to continue along next to it. The goblins poking her orifices and spanking her stop however, the one on her back hopping off to join his companions rushing over towards the other team and their prize, the wood elf. They reach her just in time, before the angered goblins of her team can begin to beat her, and just as their king begins yelling orders at the losers.

Feeling the wooden prod removed from her bowels, Rhiannon is relived for a moment, until more coarse goblin hands begining roaming freely over her sore body. Clawed red fingers undo the bit, and the ties on the chains. She feels the manacles undone, both from her ankles and wrists. She thinks to struggle more, freed now, but she is already too weighed down, the goblins piled on top of her, groping her small breasts, clawing her flesh as she's turned onto her back, arms and legs spread and pinned to the cool marble stage.

Alystin, lying on her side catching her breath, looks up when she hears Rhiannon cry out. She sees the first goblin warrior lift his short shift, dropping his dirty loincloth to reveal his small goblin cock and position himself between Rhiannon's spread legs. She grits her teeth, her heart going out to her friend as the wood elf cries out again, penetrated forcefully by this filthy creature. Alystin suddenly notices the other goblin warriors, looking very displeased, converging on her as she lays there on the floor, their king barking orders at them...

*****

Gh'trukk and his personal guards are waiting at the head of the main body of troops. He is waiting on runners to arrive to tell him the other entries are blocked, and the final reports from his scouts. He is a bit disturbed by the fact that there didn't seem to be any goblin sentries out, but that goblins could be heard deep in the ruined building, probably in the hall under that still surprisingly intact great dome.

He doesn't know what the building would have been for, and he doesn't care. He just hoped the orks he'd sent into the tunnels would be able to keep all the goblins from escaping that way. Well, no matter, his best scouts were sure they'd found all the tunnel entrances too, and if they were wrong he could always kill them.

Flipping his axe into the air again Gh'trukk is pleased to see the first runner approaching quickly and surprisingly quietly.

The attack will begin very soon; he smiles a big fanged grin at the happy thought.

*****

Trying to get back away from the goblins approaching her, Alystin finds this bondage even more restrictive now that she's on her side. The warriors reach her, grabbing her by the restraints, pulling her towards them. Shaking in fear she is relieved when they undo the pole, but leave the manacles on her ankles and wrists. Several pairs of rough goblin hands grab her and pull, dragging her over towards the great table, around the back of it, towards the king...

The king is rubbing his hands greedily, eagerly awaiting the next humiliation of this drow bitch. He orders his warriors to throw her belly down onto the wide table in front of him, her legs hanging over the side, that sweet round drow ass facing him. Motioning he orders the warriors to go and wait their turn with the wood elf, then taking a dagger he leans way over the sobbing dark elf in front of him and slams it down, through the manacle chain, pinning her arms to the table.

Startled by the dagger suddenly sunk deep into the table in front of her, Alystin looks up to see that Rhiannon has been dragged more towards the center of the stage. Her body is mostly concealed by the goblins pinning her, climbing all over her body, touching her harshly and rudely as one of their number rapes her. The little goblin can be seen in the midst of them all, hips rising and falling rapidly as he pumps his little red goblin dick into the twisting, wildly bucking wood elf. The hundreds of goblins cheer even louder as another tips Rhiannon's head back and sticks his prick into her sweet little mouth.

Her head yanked back roughly, again by her long white hair, Alystin finds her thoughts very much on her own predicament. Coarse dirty material can be felt rubbing her soft ass, hot smelly breath touches her ear and the side of her face, and the goblin king whispers to her harshly, in elven, "You look...good look.", and he points at the display in front of them.

Letting go of the drow bitches hair, the goblin king lets his rough spun pants drop, freeing his cock. It's hard already, and a good size for a goblin, a bit bigger than most human men would have, though not huge by any standards. Still, he is proud of it's size, and here in front of him is a once in a goblins short lifetime experience: a drow female, tied and humiliated, ready for what every goblin knows is the ultimate vengance one can take on the females of all the larger humanoids. He drools with his arousal, thoroughly enjoying watching his warriors rape the wood elf, giving her what all elf bitches deserve. Carressing the firm black globes of the dark elf's ass he pushes them apart, smiling when she whimpers.

Touching her slick cunt lips with the tip of his cock, the fat goblin king dips the tip into her dark purple tunnel, enjoying her gasp and sob. He loves the feel of her tightness, the way she squeezes her hot pussy, trying to keep him out, as he slicks up the tip of his shaft, but he has other plans. The race gave him another idea, the way the wood elf fought and screamed when the pole was forced into her ass. Taking his cock from her wet snatch, the goblin king pries Alystin's ass cheeks further apart with plump, clawed goblin fingers.

Alystin grunts as she feels the goblin force his cock into her asshole. Involountarily clenched tight as he pushes his fat little prick into her bowels. Sobbing as the painful anal penetration continues, she struggles against her bonds, long legs twisting, the worn wood of the table top surprisingly smooth against her bare tits. Eyes tearing up, she can feel her betraying pussy moistening more as the goblin king gets more of his prick into her, and she feels herself relaxing, letting him slide the rest of the way into her anus.

The goblin king smiles when she seems to give up, her struggling doesn't cease completely fortunately; how much fun would that be? But she relaxes enough that he slams the rest of the way into her, her burning hot rectum still brutally tight around his rock hard length. Sunk all the way in, he starts rocking back, pulling out to fuck her ass earnestly, pumping in and out he watches the black tight star suck at his dark red goblin dick with each thrust. Listens intently to her sobbing, moaning, as she suffers humiliatingly at being ass raped by a fat little goblin!

In front of her Alystin watches as Rhiannon is placed onto her knees, shoulders and one side of her face pressed firmly to the floor. She still manages to look up, meeting Alystin's eyes, tears stream down both their faces but the elven women are somehow disturbingly comforted knowing they are not alone.

Rhiannon cries out again, closing her eyes tightly as a goblin prick invades her anus. The goblin brutally reaming her thight nether hole as his compatriots hold her to the floor. Many, many pairs of small goblin hands work to restrain the struggling wood elf, pawing her sensitive pussy while the goblin fucking her ass shoots his load into her bowels. They then lift her up, placing her on top of another goblin, his cock slipping easily into her well used cunt, another taking her still tight rectum, they fuck her hard, fast and thorough, double penetrating her while her small breasts are clawed and bitten ravenously. The worst is when she cries out, not in pain or fright, but in passion, her own reluctant mind-numbing orgasm as the goblins blow their loads, and more just take their places...

Alystin watches helplessly as Rhiannon is fucked senseless by the goblins, her own anal rape taking excrutiatingly long. The goblin king has seeemingly unending endurance, fucking his new prized elf bitches ass violently! Alystin feels her own lust building, and she knows from her previous experiences that she will cum, hard, soon. No way she's going to let it happen easily, not this way! Not with this fucking wretched goblin raping her ass!

Renewing her struggles spurs the goblin king on, and he fights her! Alystin feels him push himself up, leaning over her, placing his weight above her pinning her waist to the table as he fucks her ass! Sexy black legs try and push up and away, try and fling the fat little goblin off but Alystin can only feel him lean forward, greasy dirty belly sliding along her sweat slick ass and lower back as he grabs a handful of white hair. Tugging her back hard, he impales her asshole roughly, and Alystin feels the little fire in her loins flare with finality as she cums as hard as she ever has before! Moaning into her bit she feels her body tense, cunt and asshole clenching ferociously as she comes down off her mind blowing orgasm. Her body relaxing, she feels the goblin king twitch oddly, tugging her hair tighter, and she realizes he is filling her ass full of his seed, her still clenching sphincter milking his balls dry. Fading away into unconciousness she is only aware of Rhiannon in front of her, the second group of goblins just now beginning their turns with the wood elf, and a horrible sense of satisfactory warmth. Could it be that her own struggles turn her on so? Did she somehow bring herself to that incredible orgasm by fighting harder...that couldn't be...and she slips into the blessed dark embrace of unconciousness.

*****

Some goblins had wandered out into the hallway, right into Gh'trukk and his best warriors. They were slain easily, before they could even scream, tiny bodies cut straight through by the power of the orks.

Sure enough as his scouts had said, there had been no sentries otherwise, and the goblins could be heard in the great hall ahead, though quieter now, as though whatever they had been doing has wound down. The orks creep even closer, as stealthily as any ork can manage, something Gh'trukk has always taken pride in his clan for.

Close now, just outside the light spilling from the hall, and Gh'trukk shouts his war cry, axe held aloft, the signal for his orks to attack! Running into the hall the orks take the goblins by complete surprise, and the slaughter begins, tiny goblins no match for the much larger greenskins...

The others should be in position by now, but no matter, if they fail he can always kill them later, Gh'trukk thinks.

*****

"Alystin?" Rhiannon is gently shaking Alystin by her shoulder, relieved to see her friend open one blurry glowing eye at last.

Pushing herself up, Alystin groggily runs her fingers through her hair, finding to no real surprise that her long white locks are full of matted knots. "Are you..." Almost shyly she looks out through stray strands, seeing the warmth of Rhiannon's body in the dark room, happy to see her friend doesn't appear badly hurt.

"Okay?" Rhiannon lets out a with sarcastic grunt. "We're alive, right? And we can both move. I slept for a couple hours after they threw us in here, but I was awake when we got here. There's a keyhole on both sides of the door; can you pick it?"

"If we can find something in here to pick it with." Looking at Rhiannon again, Alystin touches her friends shoulder, "Rhi, I'm sorry thi..."

Tenderly taking Alystin's hand, Rhiannon puts a finger to her lovers lips, shushing her. "It's not your fault, I know this kind of thing has always been a hazard. If not goblins, maybe humans, or some monster. I...never really thought it would happen, but...shit, gods know this isn't easy to deal with, but if we can get out of here I'll take that as a small victory if it lets me handle this."

Smiling saddly Alystin just nods. "Anything small and metal should do, unless this lock is a masterpiece. But an ancient door, ancient lock...should be easy."

"I already found this." Rhiannon holds something up in the dark, but Alystin's vision is keen enough to make out a decently long, slightly bent metal nail. "It found me maybe; I rolled over onto it and woke up when it pricked me."

"Perfect!" Alystin snatches the nail from Rhiannon and heads over to the door. Pausing for a second, she starts to turn to say something else, then stops, turning back and starting on the lock.

"Alystin? Was there something else?"

"No, not really. I just...I might have found out some things about myself I wouldn't be happy with." A moment of fiddling with the lock, gentle clicks and scrapes as it's released, and soon Alystin has the door unlocked. Gently she presses down the handle, and eases the door open carefully. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah."

The room beyond is dark as well, but some light is coming from a source off in the next room somewhere. Creeping silently towards the next doorway, an open one, their keen elven ears hear deep grunting and gravely voices, and the sounds of metallic objects rubbing together. A language neither of them can understand, but both recognize, orkish.

Looking through they can see the broad backs of two orks standing in front of a table, a couple of dead goblins looking particularily tiny sprawled at their feet. The orks appear to be examining some things, and fortunately the other door from the room is directly opposite where Rhiannon and Alystin currently are. Light from a couple of torches casts the room in shadows, stacks of barrels and shelves line the walls, giving this away for a storeroom. Exchanging a glance, the two elves nod in silent agreement to make for the next door.

Slipping silently into the room they carefully make their way across, keeping one eye each cautiously on the orks. Just as she's stepping through the door Alystin feels Rhiannon touch her shoulder. Looking back, the wood elf points urgently at the orks, and following this line Alystin finds she can see what the orks are looking at from this angle, their stuff! Rhiannon's armour and swords, along with the rest of her stuff which survived the temple, and Alystin's kris are all there, as well as some other valuables scattered about the table!

These things are too important to leave behind. It only takes a moment and the two elven agree, despite being completely naked and unarmed, and begin to silently close the gap between themselves and the orks.

Alystin hugs closer to the wall, along a set of shelves, heading for the ork examining Rhiannon's armour. Closing on her target Alystin can see this truly massive ork has a tusk held together with silver pins through it, and a huge, bloody axe rests on the table in front of him.

Rhiannon steps up behind her target, swiftly kicking him in the back of the knee! The ork staggers, but he doesn't fall, grunting in alarm as he catches himself on the table! Reacting quickly, Rhiannon drives her elbow into the back of the orks neck, stepping to enhance the blow, and to get herself within reach of her swords! Her speed serves her well, and just as the ork with the pinned fang starts to turn and reach for his axe she is already holding her swords, and turning to face him! The first ork, kind of underneath her now, stands up sharply though, knocking her back to stagger into the far wall.

The ork turns towards her, a massive sword leading in a downward arc! Rhiannon sidesteps, but only just; this ork is better than those from the other day, and she's had a hell of a day already. The ork takes out a another sword, shorter but even broader of blade, and the two begin to duel seriously. Rhiannon's speed makes up for her lack of strength, and her skilled parries turn the orks powerful blows aside with some effort. A short play of parry and riposte between them and they have moved about, Rhiannon with her back to the larger ork, who is now holding his bloody axe.

Gh'trukk watches his warrior fight the elf maid, proud though he is at the skill and strength of his ork, he finds himself admiring this naked elfs skill and speed. He can see her shake with the strain of each blow she turns aside, see how quickly she is able to counter, and her spirit! Those swords must be important to her, as his axe is to him. Turning to admire his axe in the flicker of torchlight, he is unaware of the figure in the shadows behind him...

Alystin watches her friend fight for her life, wondering why this ork in front of her doesn't involve himself! Hells, if he'd just move so she could get to her kris! Just so long as he doesn't step back...

There's a deep grunt, quick and sharp, and Gh'trukk looks up suddenly, afraid for what he thinks the noise to be. To his dismay he is right, and he watches as the naked elf maid, one light silver sword already thrust into his warriors chest, brings the other one across his throat, effectively silencing and killing him in one blow. With his own cry again he lunges at the wood elf slashing horizontally with his axe!

"Rhi! Duck!" Alystin jumps out of the shadows behind the ork, thrusting her slender but strong leg between his, hooking them. Tangling his legs, she pushes him to the right, away from Rhiannon, and he starts to fall, almost taking Alystin with him, but the agile dark elf manages to extricate herself from his tangled legs in time!

"Aaiie!" Rhiannon cries out as the axe digs into her ribs, just below her shoulder blade! She was already diving away, given Alystin's warning, but not fast enough, and she can feel the heavy blade bite through bone as she tumbles forward to fall on the floor her back gashed open severely.

Slamming into the ground, Gh'trukk catches himself at starts to stand again as soon as he hits. Trying to turn to face his new opponent he is stunned by a huge blow to the back of his head, driving his face into the stone floor! He howls in pain as his good tusk breaks on a stray brick, grabbing for it reflexively with his hand.

Stepping off the orks head, which she just jumped on with both feet, hard, grabs her kris and Rhiannon's armour. Heading quickly for her fallen friend she pauses only long enough to pull the shelf down behind her, crunching on top of the ork with the broken tusk with a satisfying crack.

"Shit, Rhi you're hurt! We've got to move!" Bending down, she helps Rhiannon to her feet, gingerly placing an arm about her.

Rhiannon is still holding onto her swords as she leans against Alystin, blood running down her back from the wound. "I...I'll be okay, it just hurts a lot, but I don't think it got through my ribs." She manages to pant out, thankful that Alystin is there to help her.

Holding Rhiannon so that she can keep pressure on the gash, Alystin leads her lover from the room, out into a hall where they can now hear the sounds of more fighing. Heading away from this they begin to make their way from the building.

*****

Shrugging the shelf off of himself, Gh'trukk stands, holding his broken tusk in his hand. His vision is clouded with anger.

Pausing only momentarily to look down at the body of the dead ork next to him, he storms from the room, heading out to find more of his personal guard.

He will find this elf warrior maid, and whoever it was that helped her, and finish them. Very bloodily; yes, this will make him happy.

*****

Helping Rhiannon along, Alystin finds her way from the building they were in fairly easily. Once out onto the streets however, there's still a great many more orks, in small groups. Dodging them, alternately hiding and rushing as quickly as possible. Entering a building by a breeck in the wall for cover, orks coming from both ends of the street, and she finds herself and Rhiannon in another large building, something like a huge cathedral, judging from the outside.

She can feel this fear here; at first it was the orks, but now Alystin knows it's something else. It must be what Rhiannon was talking about.

The dawn streets outside are still full of orks, she can hear them. Rhiannon has fallen unconcious, probably shock, and that wound is nastier than she thinks. Alystin knows she has to find something to dress it with, but this awkward carry of Rhiannon and both of their things has to be dealt with.

Ork voices are coming closer, so Alystin decides the only thing she can really, to travel deeper into the building. Struggling with the swords, wrapped tightly in Rhiannon's chainmail, Alystin takes them down several darkened hallways and musty rooms, the sense of dread getting stronger, but she presses on, knowing that she can't go back into the streets while it's daylight.

The sounds from the street outside fade away gradually, and soon nothing can be heard and Alystin feels they are now deep into the building, just before a t-intersection. Dawn light is streaming in from above here as Alystin rests momentarily, leaning against the wall...above?

Squinting curiously, Alystin looks up, seeing that the wall in opposite her and Rhiannon curves away as it rises, and the roof high above is broken open. Taking a step forward, she feels a peculiar sensation underfoot, like the floor is made of many loose small, cool metallic...coins? Looking down startled, Alystin sees coins of many nations and sizes and metals lcover the floor, spilling out of the hallway ahead.

Curiousity getting the better of her she takes another couple of steps, right out into the junction and looking both ways she can see metallic coins glinting pink and red and orange in the dawn light down the entire length of the hall. Looking up again, she notices something else, something odd about the wall in front of her, it's texture, like overlapping spades, and the way it curves...it opens out on both sides, curving away from her, the hallway widens?

Then the wall shifts! It flexes and the spades are suddenly scales, and Alystin knows and she is paralyzed. More afraid than she has ever thought possible, she feels her body covered in goose pimples, the hair on the back of her neck rising and a cool chill of utter dread runs down her spine.

The wall begins to move, quickly up and to the right. Powerful musles ripple under thousands of reddish gold scales twice the size of Alystin's hand. She swallows as the tip of a tremendous wing passes a foot overhead, the breeze from it's passing cool on her naked body. Alystin feels very vulnerable very suddenly.

Still it continues, Alystin paralyzed until at last the 'wall' starts to shrink, until it slows, settling right near the tip of a great barbed tail. Then the creatures head comes into view, swinging around the great body, teeth taller than her, to settle with one great eye resting on the two naked elven women. It stops, jaw surely resting on the floor beyond tail, slitted green-gold eye at a level with Alystin, focused on her, unbelievable intelligence evident in it's fathomless depths.

Rhiannon stirs next to her, weakly whispering, not quite able to open her eyes but she still knows something is going on. "Alystin...what is it?"

"Shit, Rhi...dragon..."

*****

Part 3d: Eye of Power

Stillness.

Nothing but perfect stillness, only punctuated by the rapid, fearful pounding of her own heart as Alystin stares into the great eye. Frozen in awe and fear, Alystin feels the dragon's eye bore into her, like it's looking through her, deep into her soul.

Goose pimples pepper the dark elfs lithe body from head to toe as a chill washes down Alystin's spine; a tingling, nerve wracking shiver as a chill mountain breeze blows down through the open ceiling above. More of the early dawn light breaks into the ruined hall warming it slightly; reflected pinks and oranges capture Alystin and Rhiannon in the huge mirror of the dragon's eye. Alystin can see them there, naked, leaning against each other, haggard and tired, hair matted, normally glossy skin dull with dirt and dried sexual fluids. There's a darker, oozing red where blood pours down the unconcious Rhiannon's injured side.

Rhiannon shudders violently, a little bubble of blood welling up between her lips, a hand tightening on Alystin's shoulder. Suddenly aware again of her lovers need, Alystin tears herself away from the eye. Struggling, she regains some of her composure, getting enough of a hold on herself to quickly glance at Rhiannon's wound, Alystin can see bits of bone where broken ribs poke out of the huge gash.

'Shit, Rhi's hurt bad...I wonder...' , Alystin thinks, swallowing as she glances back the way she came, then to the dragon, then again to Rhiannon. '...no, I can't...goddess, nothing to lose then...'

Swallowing again, her heart heavy, feeling as though it's caught in her throat, Alystin gathers herself up, using all her training and discipline to find her voice, and turns again to look into the dragons' eye. "Mm...my...", she swallows the lump in her throat again, shaking despite herself, the rapidity of her speech giving away her fear, "My fr-friend is b-badly injured. We fought s-some orks...p-please, just let us g-go! I just need to find something to b-bandage her with...w-we'll leave..."

"And how would you pay for my assistance?", the heavy, bottomless voice of the dragon interrupts into Alystin's rapid plea.

The booming voice seemed to project straight into Alystin's mind, stunning her into momentary silence while the dragons words sink in, "...what? Assistance?".

"Yes. I will help your...friend, ", this is said with a pronounced hint of amusement, "and you in turn will grant me a boon. I will also guarantee your safety while you are here."

'And what harm would come to us if I refused?'. Taking a quick glance at Rhiannon, Alystin notices how pasty and cold the wood elf looks, shivering against her. "Okay, you've got a deal."

"Excellent!", something of a pleased glint finds it's way into the dragons eye. With a disconcerting suddeness, a speed that something this large shouldn't possess, the dragon shifts again, raising it's bulk surprisingly gracefully. "There, the raised area with the fountain; do you see it? Take her there."

The fear washes away, retreating, leaving only the barest shadow, as if it has been pulled off. Flashing red-gold scales gleam in the morning light, moving out of the way until the tip of the dragon's tail passes, to reveal the hall beyond. Alystin gasps audibly, eyes gaping at the ancient hall before her, the vast floor littered with gems and jewels and coins of all kinds, from many different nations. Chests dot the shining mounds of gold, finely crafted weapons, statues, and other valuable pieces of art lay about as well. And almost three-quarters to the end of the hall is the raised area the dragon spoke of, a still-funtioning fountain at it's center with couches and divans spread around it. Getting hold of herself again, Alystin starts towards it, gingerly helping Rhiannon along.

Carefully, Alystin makes her way across the carpet of coins. Looking about her at the treasures filling the dragon's lair, she notices now the beautifully cared for tapestries covering the walls, the careful placement of the statues, mirrors, and paintings.

The partial remains of crumbled stone walls outlining the white and blue-green veined marble floor around the fountain reveal it's former status as a seperate room, the insides of the walls lined with marble bas-relief. Climbing the short stairs to the fountain Alystin finds she is somewhat surprised at the fine condition of the furniture here; obviously this dragon takes care of it's things, and maybe even enjoys humanoid comforts from time to time.

Alystin helps Rhiannon onto one of the divans, laying the slim elf down on her stomach. Carefully moving Rhiannon's arm out of the way, Alystin checks the wound, a bloody great gash extending from just inside and below her right shoulder blade, not two inches from her spine, almost down to her waist, stopping just past her ribcage. White bits of broken ribs poke out, and more blood wells as Rhiannon moans painfully when Alystin sticks her fingers in, checking deeper into the wounds.

'Goddess, she's tough...this is a lot worse than you'd think from her reaction. She's lost a lot of blood...good thing she's unconcious, this is going to hurt her a lot more before I'm done...', poking her fingers deeper, gently feeling around, careful to be still whenever Rhiannon stirs, Alystin searches for signs of internal damage. 'definately something here...maybe a punctured lung...'

"Here. Take this and pour it into and over her wound, and make her drink half as well. It doesn't act as fast as a normal healing potion, but it will repair all the damage."

Turning, Alystin sees a modest bottle, holding maybe a pint, floating in the air next ot her. The dragon is standing a fair bit back, but Alystin can see it gesturing as a large, floating bronze bowl is filled with water from the fountain. As she watches, it begins to steam, then floats over to rest on the floor next to her. A small pile of clean white cloth falls onto the corner of the divan, appearing out of thin air several inches above. "Thanks.", she says, taking a square piece of cloth, she begins to wash Rhiannon's wound.

Once Alystin has finished ministering to Rhiannon's wound and cleaned her up some, she faces the dragon, washing the last bit of blood off her hands. Wearily, keenly aware of how incredibly tired she feels, "Alright, that's all done. Now, what about this boon?"

"No need to worry about that right away.", the dragon says, chuckling, "Get some sleep yourself, first. We'll discuss it when you awaken. We've the time; your friend will be out for a good day or two while the potion works on restoring her."

"Okay then." Gratefully, Alystin curls up on another divan, so exhausted she's almost asleep before her head is down. "G'night, dragon...oh, my name is Alystin. My friend is Rhiannon."

The last thing she hears before she drifts off is the dragons reply, "You may call me Vyrinix; it's as close as you could likely pronounce. Rest well, Alystin."

* * * * *

Alystin wakes to angry, deep throated yelling somewhere further down the ruined hall. Groggily she raises her head up and turns slightly in the direction of the noise; she doesn't have to move much, resting as she is near the edge of the platform. At the far end of the hall, just inside the main doors, not far from where she entered with Rhiannon, is a small group of orks.

The one shouting is huge, wildly waving is great axe about, and gesturing towards Alystin and Rhiannon. Even from here Alystin can see he has only one tusk. On the floor before the orks is a large chest, and a few small bags. The dragon, resting on its haunches facing the orks, seems to be trying to talk calmly with the ork leader. At least one of the ork warriors seems very uncomfortable with his chief yelling at a dragon.

Alystin watches a few more small bags, maybe four, float towards the orks. The dragon gestures at the heavy looking bags, then back towards the fountain, and Alystin. Stricken with a sudden sense of worry, she wakes more fully, almost holding her breath as she tries to sort out what exactly this exchange is.

The ork stops yelling. Looking at the bags, then over to Alystin and Rhiannon, he grunts unhappily. One last angry look at the dragon and the big ork turns and begins to walk away. He gestures angrily at his warriors, and they scramble to gather up the bags and the chest, keeping a weary eye on the dragon all the while. Securing their loads, they hurridly exit the hall, following their chief.

Once the last ork has left, the dragon turns towards her, only a couple of steps and it's almost right next to her, the great, strangely beautiful head held level with her. Again Alystin is amazed by how quick and graceful the massive creature is. "You didn't mention you disfigured one of the orks you fought, nor that it was their chief!" the dragon says, laughing. "He wanted me to give you too him. And your friend for killing his second. It cost a fair bit extra to buy him off for you, but I made a promise to protect you."

"Thank you...", Alystin replies, a bit nervously. "If there's anything extra to make up for it, I'd be glad to oblige..."

Chuckling again, a deep, mountain shifting sound, the dragon gestures behind Alystin. "I made a promise, but we will see how you well perform your boon. I have...prepared some food for you. Please eat, we will talk more when you are done."

Turning, Alystin finds a table covered with food. Platters of steaming venison and beef, some kind of stuffed small bird, pastries, fresh smelling bread, several fine cheeses and even bowls of raspberries and blueberries in thick delicious cream. Crytal decanters full of wine and small kegs of a variety of ales, bitters and stouts complete the table setting. Noticing just how hungry she is, Alystin dives right in, grabbing a big chunk of still warm bread, and dipping it in thick beef gravy. "How did you..."

"I conjured it. How else? Now eat. I will return when I am sure the ork mercenaries are gone from the city, and that they properly completed their task in exterminating the goblin vermin; I paid them enough for it." Almost too suddenly the dragon spreads its great wings, the afternoon sun overhead shining through the membranes making the veins visible, casting a red light into the hall. Glossy scales gleaming, the great creature takes to the air, launching itself out through the open ceiling, disappearing with the tip of its tail skimming the broken edge.

* * * * *

Once she has eaten and checked on Rhiannon, who is still sleeping soundly and looking much healthier with a good amount of colour returned to her cheeks, Alystin sits again to wait for the dragon to return. Running her fingers through her normally snow-white hair, gone gray with grime, she is disgusted by the filth and matts she finds. Looking down at herself, she sees her still naked body covered with dry, flaky white residue from the goblin semen, dirt and dust from the floor and the ruins, glaringly evident against her obsidian skin...and dried blood from Rhiannon's wound when Alystin was carrying her.

Could she really have been that tired, that hungry? At least her hands were relatively clean when she ate, from when she had bandaged Rhiannon. 'A wash would be good...mmm, the fountain?', taking a better look at the fountain, a lovely life-size marble work of a voluptuous woman, hands held above her head, one leg slightly bent; she's elven, judging from her ears. Alystin is pleased to see several fonts arcing high enough for her to stand under.

Stepping into the fountain, the water cool, but not shocking; definately nice enough to bathe in, especially when this needy. Alystin rubs her skin vigorously, using her nails where needed to scrape off the dirt and dried semen. Gingerly, careful not to tug painfully, she works some of the knotts out of her hair, pleased as she feels the fine strands begin to move more freely.

Warm hands move over her breasts freely, the sensation of cool, clean water against her flesh, between her legs, welcome and refreshing. Delicate fingers rub between the smooth globes of her rear, touching tender parts of her flesh, tracing the lips of her smooth sex as she wipes the last flecks of grit and grime off. Her pulse is quickening again, and she's aware that her nipples aren't stiff from just the cold water anymore.

Fingers linger at her crotch, pressing into the mound above her pussy, trying to deny her own arousal by making to wipe more dirt from the underside of her pert breast. It doesn't work too well, fingers grazing her nipples making her bite her lip to keep from moaning. 'Goddess! I'm awful...', shuddering, reluctantly giving into her need, Alystin slides her fingers over her hard clit. Teasing it with her thumb, parting her sex with a finger lengthwise between the inflamed lips.

Spreading her feet further apart, Alystin leans into the statue, pressing the side of her face against the cool marble as she slides her palm down across her quim. Images flash through her mind, terrible memories of the things she's endured, but still she's becoming so aroused. 'Why...what's happening with me?...how could I be thinking of these things...like this...' Pressing against her hand forcefully, Alystin gyrates her hips, bringing her fingers up, shuddering against the statue as she parts her pussy lips, feeling her wetness.

Head up towards the ceiling she lets a soft moan escape her lips, red eyes squiting up at the blue sky as a huge shadow crosses her field of vision! Eyes widening, Alystin feels a rush of air, and turns quickly, trying to conceal what she had been doing, as the dragon lands.

The coins on the floor make a surprisingly gentle chinking noise as the dragons great weight settles. Wings fold along its sides as it turns towards Alystin, green-gold eyes staring at her intently as the dragon approaches. "Good, you've already cleaned yourself. Now, time for you to pay me."

The great head drops to her level, brushing heavy couches and divans out of the way easily as it comes closer than ever. Alystin feels her heart in her throat again as the mouth opens slightly, tremendous fangs parting as the tongue snakes out, dark pink and coming to a single surprisingly fine point, not forked as she had heard. Alystin steps back against the statue in alarm, her head level with the statues foot, a hand finding the cool marble, sure the dragon has changed it's mind and is now going to eat her.

Slipping into a defensive stance, Alystin automatically begins trying to think of a way to escape. With a furtive glance back towards the dragon, Alystin watches it's head cock curiously, and for all the world it looks to be smiling...wickedly. Swallowing, Alystin slips in the shallow basin water as she tries to make her move, legs splaying, she catches herself by falling back against the statue. Nervously she looks up, straightening somewhat, knowing it's too late as the dragon dips even closer, sharp intakes as it sniffs at her. "Beautiful...you have even prepared yourself." The dragon chuckles, "Though I doubt you knew what I wished of you..."

The dragon makes a soft, almost purring noise, eyes half closing as it's warm breath caresses Alystin's bare wet skin. Not pleasant, but not fetid, or smelling of rotten meat either. A sweet, moist smell as the very tip of the tongue licks the skin between her firm breasts. Turning, the agile tongue moves up under the fleshy orb of Alystin's obsisdian breast, lifting it almost gently until it can go up no further and bounces down, nipple sliding against the coarse pink flesh of the dragons tongue.

"Ahh!" Alystin cries out in surprise, the feeling of the dragons wandering tongue over her belly and ample chest bringing her arousal up again. Reaching a hand over her head she grips the statues knee, arching her back as the dragons agile tongue finds her other nipple, this time almost wrapping around her tit before teasing the hard bud. The dark pink tongue slides again over the drow's sensitive black tits, Alystin almost cumming from just this touch, turned on terribly with some kind of incredible desperation at her situation.

The dragon's tongue retreats momentarily, a happy noise coming from deep inside the dragons chest, a pleasant sigh, "Relax, drow, I learned long ago that elven women have a better delicacy than just the mere taste of their flesh..."

The fine tip of the dragons long tongue quickly, but gently, touches her thigh. Licking, against her abdomen, up over her breasts again, the dragon Vyrinix pushes her against the fountain, tongue finding the inside of her leg. Starting near her trim ankle, half wrapping around the nicely toned smooth black calf, the tongue finds its way up her leg, taunting the flesh of Alystin's inner thigh, drinking the cool fountain water off the dark elfs slender body.

Flicking upwards gently, twisting its tongue to the thinner side, Vyrinix touches it to Alystin's pussy. Rewarded by the pleasant gasp, Vyrinix licks up the sensitive flesh again, touching the soft folds delicately with the tip of it's tongue. Tasting the sweet fluids moistening Alystin's flower, the dragon pushes it's tongue against her, making her quiver as the tip slips between the smooth parting lips.

Gasping, Alystin tries impossibly to get a grip against the smooth marble as the dragons tongue penetrates her beautifully! Moaning, she spreads her legs around the thicker part of the dragons impossibly long tongue, looking down, watching the pink member writhe its way deeper into her dripping cunt.

Relishing the taste of this delcious drow pussy, Vyrinix takes her wrists delicately between two great-sword length claws. Supporting her like this, Vyrinix pushes its twitching tongue deeper into her, looking down its snout at the pink tongue buried in tender black flesh. It reaches out with its other clawed hand, tenderly pushing her right leg farther from her body, and finding her throbbing clit with the sharp tip of it's claw.

Feeling the sharp prick on her clit and stuffed pussy, Alystin struggles to control herself, anxious not the hurt herself on the sharp claws holding her. Biting her lip against the growing tingling, the delicate needle pain of the claw on her clit, not breaking the skin, but manipulating it, teasing it with pin-pricks, making her cunt flood around the thick member filling it. Gasping, she struggles despite herself as she feels her feet lift off the ground, pushed up from below with the dragons tongue spreading her wide.

Lifting the drow out of the water, carefully supporting her by her wrists, Vyrinix twitches and writhes its agile tongue in and out of the dark elfs pussy, tasting her honey. Fucking her hot pussy vigorously, stimulating her clit with its claw, the dragon increases its tempo with the sound of Alystin's cries of pleasure. Holding her aloft, pressing her against the statue with its tongue penetrating into this delicious morsel, savouring every drop, Vyrinix pushes its tongue even further, making her cry out!

Alystin's eyes bolt open wide as the dragon stretches her almost painfully, she cries out as the thick pink tongue wriggles deeper, thicker than her wrist. Suddenly her wrists are released, and scrambling, gasping, as the tongue pushes to forearm thinkness splaying her hairless obsidian pussy impossibly, large, firm breasts bouncing, she struggles find a hold on the slick marble statue. Grunting as the tongue throbs deliciously painfully in her she finds purchase with her left arm thrown over the statues naked thigh, right foot resting at almost full extension on one of the jets below. Screaming, fucking herself on the tongue filling her to bursting, Alystin reaches above her, grabbing another hand hold as the center of her loins starts burning, a warm caress spreading out over her! She arches her back, almost slipping from the statue as she cums! Her juices pour out, flooding over the dragons wonderful tongue as Alystin holds on for life, as her body tenses with the power of her orgasm! Somewhere, deep down, Alystin finds a moment to be amused, realizing she's grabbed hold of the statues bare breast with her right hand.

Smiling a nasty dragon smile around its tongue, Vyrinix takes pride in knowing it hasn't lost it's touch. Pleasure warms the dragon as it draws out Alystin's orgasm expertly, savoring the feel of the tight, clenching pussy around it's tongue. Drawing every drop down, drinking all of this sweet dark elfs nectar, a delicacy Vyrinix now realizes it has been too long without. Twitching its tongue mercilessly, causing wave after wave of non-stop orgasm in the beautiful drow, the dragon rests it's claws on the statue fountain, below where the drow is holding herself, in preperation of the next phase.

Alystin has lost count of her orgasms. The terrible eroticism of being fucked senseless by a dragon taking over, she cums over and over. Non-stop pleasure, held aloft and stretched horribly, beautifully, powerfully on the thick tip of a dragons tongue the entirety of her existance. Slowly, she begins to come down, the orgasmic high leaving her drained, body almost limp. Alystin begins to feel awareness of the sensation changing; not leaving entirely, but the tongue in her is changing...

Clinging desperately to the statue, Alystin feels a hand firmly on her ass, right where her tattoo is, and another on her inner thigh, spreading her lovely legs. Looking down she sees a full head of white hair between her legs, black fingers with red nails on her sensitive thigh. "...wha...?" The face tips up towards her, obsidian skinned and red eyes grinning gleefully as it licks her aching pussy. Pleasure tingles upwards from her sex, despite her confusion. Alystin gasps as the drow womans lips touch her inner thigh, her eyes widening as she realizes the face is identical to her own! "Nath?--ooop!"

"This is the second part of your boon for me drow, for not letting the orks have you!" The drow speaks, again the voice is her own, and pulls Alystin off the statue suddenly. Catching her as she lands in the fountains pool, Vyrinix takes Alystin in an embrace, kissing her deeply, pushing her against the statue and thrusting its tongue into her mouth.

Shocked, at first Alystin is frozen, tasting her own familiar juices on the tranformed dragons mouth and tongue. Feeling her own breasts rubbing against her, identical hands carressing her firm behind, thighs touching, parting to rub against identical smooth pussies. Hesitantly, something deep in her stirs at this forbidden act, making love to herself in a new way, the heat rising her loins again. Wrapping her arms around 'herself', Alystin returns the embrace, feeling a dirty, blushing arousal as she touches tongues with her identical lover.

Water streams down over the identical beauties, bodies crushed together as they explore each other. Alystin's hands trace familiar lines in unfamiliar ways, touching perfect breasts, cupping the smooth mirror of her own pussy, feeling so different this way, but oddly correct; the same. Fingers find the hot folds of her pussy, their touch hauntingly right, so much the way she touches herself, so off without feeling this through her own fingers as well. A deep ache sets into Alystin, a tremendous desire welling up around this sensation of making love to herself.

Pulling away, Vyrinix takes the dark elf by her delicate hand, leading her out of the fountain. Smiling wickedly, the dragon is greatly pleased at the mixture of aroused confusion and tortured need evident in Alystin's expression. Waving a hand over her, Vyrinix magically dries Alystin and itself, pulling her close again, all the while moving them closer to a wide couch. "Something about this has taken an especially wicked turn in you...I cannot tell what, your assassins tattoo keeps your mind from my magic." The dragon carresses her bottom, softly pinching the firm flesh at the tattoo as it says this.

Flushing with a hidden shame, Alystin lets her fingers brush the hard nub of a black nipple, then trace down the smooth dark side of her 'dark elf' lover, and allows herself to be laid out on the couch. Eyes wantonly devouring the form of the transformed dragon, she replies, voice husky, and a little hoarse from her previous screaming, "You never said you were a girl...".

"I'm not...not in my own form anyway. Several millenia of experiences with the powers of my kind and you find you have many different diversions developed. Curiosities to explore...sometimes things just happen when you are among mortals." Smiling down at Alystin lustily, admiring the beauty of the dark elf laid out on the couch before him, Vyrinix is very pleased he has found such a gorgeous specimen to play with. Leaning down quickly, red eyes flashing, meeting identical, lusting eyes, the shape-shifted dragon steals a quick kiss, "You are truly a one of a kind beauty; never have I seen your like even among your people."

Grabbing quickly, Alystin pulls Vyrinix down, stealing as kiss of her own, relishing the feel of the full lips, "Not exactly one of a kind..."

"Enough!" Laughing, smiling wickedly, Vyrinix pushes Alystin back down with one perfect black hand, taking a moment to squeeze her tit. "I have already shown you my talents; time for you to return the favour!". Turning, Vyrinix throws his slim black left leg over Alystin's left shoulder, climbing onto the couch facing Alystin's feet, stradling her head.

'So this is what I look like from down here...mmmm...', reaching out with her tongue Alystin touches the beautiful puffy lips before her, rewarded by a happy cooing above. Moist petals part as she licks the length, savouring the taste, the feel of the smooth flesh. Flicking with her tongue, she teases the clit, knowing that if the dragon has really copied her form, then he's in for a ride!

Alystin's fingers pull the hairless labia wide, allowing her to stab her tongue deep into the burgundy inner flesh, smothering Vyrinix' pussy in her mouth. Thrusting her tongue in and out of the tight hole, stirring it around, teasing the dragons clit with her thumb, Alystin hears moans of pleasure as firm breasts touch her belly. Stiff nipples rub her as hands touch her, stroking the backs of Alystin's legs, lips and teeth wantonly pecking at her flesh as the dragon pants warm and needy breath on her thigh.

Vyrinix grabs a handful of his own duplicated breast, pinching the nipple, sighing against Alystin's taut leg as he rides her incredible tongue. 'How can she be so sensitive?! This body is unbelievable!' Vyrinix cries out, biting Alystin's thigh as he/she cums, pussy spasming uncontrolably around the pleasuring tongue impaling it!

Alystin can't believe this herself, her own taste in the juices flooding her mouth, the smooth perfect pussy drenching her tongue her 'own'...identical to her, feeling like her...dirty, taboo feelings well up in her as her clone writhes in orgasmic extacy on top of her. Her own pussy is burning up, tingling, throbbing, feeling full to bursting...a final feel of 'her own' teeth and lips on her thigh, and Alystin cums on her own! The terrible dirtiness of this lusty act not even requiring her to be more that cursorily touched for the ultra-sensitive drow to explode into orgasm--she just licked her own pussy to a mind blowing orgasm!

Panting, both drow lie like this for a while; dragon/clone stretched out half-off the original Alystin. Hands play, carressing soft, sweat slick skin, dark purple lips touching smooth obsidian flesh. After a few minutes, Vyrinix drags his/her tired body around, resting on Alystin's shoulder, tenderly kissing her neck. "How do you manage? Your body is incredibly sensitive...I've never felt it's like."

Turing, even though she's exhuasted again, Alystin playfully nips the tip of Vyrinix' ear, pleased at the startled gasp, knowing full well how much of a turn on that is. "Am I really that bad?"

Feeling flush again, Vyrinix touches the sentive pointed ear, "I can't believe you can make through the day at all. It's a wonder you manage to get anything done other than pleasuring yourself all day long."

"Really? And how do you know so much about my body, anyway?", Alystin pulls Vyrinix closer, eyes half closing as fatigue creeps into her voice.

"The first part, when I was still a dragon. Sexual acts are very powerful with certain kinds of magic, especially when you want to...open someone up to you. Though I can't read your mind, except for your surface feelings, I could find out all about you physically, and especially sexually." Vyrinix kisses Alystin's ear, then jaw, pulling her warm body close to feel the identical lithe forms fit together. A truly wonderful feeling, as large breasts touch and Alystin throws a slender leg over her duplicates waist. "Now sleep. I don't, not now, but I would like to lie here."

Smiling, Alystin pecks Vyrinix on the lips quickly, then drifts off to sleep.

* * * * *

Groggily, eyes sticky with sleep, her head full of cobwebs, the third woman stirs finally. Groaning softly, Rhiannon touches her bandages, a small ache remaining, then rubs her face, wiping the sleep away. Quietly, "Alystin?".

Sitting up, slowly, she looks about her, blinking in disbelief at the beautiful fountain, the furniture around her, the sky overhead, just beginning to darken into early evening. There then, she spots Alystin on a nearby couch...wait, two?

Getting up, almost abruptly, Rhiannon leans forward, one hand supporting her on the head of the divan as she squints at the two forms on the couch. They're both Alystin, and the way they're laying, so close together, like how Alystin lays with Rhiannon..."Oh-my-gods!"

One gently shakes the other, who was beginning to stir already, "Alystin, your friend is awake." Looking up at Rhiannon, this Alystin smiles cat-like at her, and the eyes go from red to green-gold slits. Rhiannon sits up straighter, noticably alarmed.

"Hmm...wha--Rhi?", Alystin stirs, swinging her sexy black legs over the side of the deep red, velvet covered couch. Twisting as she sits up, Alystin sleepily turns towards Rhiannon, smiling when she sees her friend sitting up.

Alystin nearly slips and falls on the smooth marble floor as she rushes over to Rhiannon, sitting next to her and embracing the startled wood elf. "You're awake!"

Rhiannon barely returns the embrace, just one arm loose around Alystin's waist as she points to the other Alystin on the couch, "Who's that?"

Releasing the embrace, but still keeping her hands loosely resting on Rhiannon's shoulders, Alystin turns and smiles at her duplicate on the couch. "That's the dragon, Vyrinix. He helped us, gave you some healing stuff...say, how does your shoulder feel?" Alystin gives Rhiannon a concerned look, leaning forward then looking round to the bandage on her back, the only trace of the injury a slight red-brown stain of dried blood.

"DRAGON?!" Rhiannon starts suddenly, looking at Alystin eyes wide in disbelief. Her eyes widen even further as the end of their flight from the goblins and orks comes back to her; the faint recollection of Alystin saying something about a dragon, and the hazy dream-like image in her own mind of the gargantuan creature. Blinking, Rhiannon turns again to the dragon-Alystin, swallowing as she watches Vyrinix sensually standup with Alystin's characteristic grace.

Rhiannon and Alystin watch as Vyrinix begins to dance, slowly, erotically. Delicate hands moving over the borrowed body, and an ancient music begins to faintly fill the hall as Vyrinix begins to hum. "Your friends body is a tremendous pleasure, Rhiannon...every slightest movement is full of sensations. And so graceful and strong, beautifully balanced...perfect...so very sensitive..." the last is said with a heated purr, leaving no doubt as to what way Alystin might be sensitive.

"You...and the dragon...like that?!" Rhiannon is blinking at Alystin again, this time her cheeks slightly flush as the arm about the dark elf's slender waist pulls her tighter.

Feeling the warmth of Rhi's body, Alystin lets herself be pulled in, feeling her breasts against Rhiannon, one erect nipple rubbing against the coarse material of the bandage. "There was a price for his help...it wan't at all bad though..." Alystin breathes against Rhiannon's ear, lips softly brushing it, kissing the tender lobe.

Standing behind them, Vyrinix smiles slyly, toned arms crossed over ample obsidian breasts as he admires the two beautiful elven women embracing on the divan. 'For all the vaunted elven resistance to enchantments, these two are easy enough...heh, probably easier since they are so predisposed to this behaviour already...' Shaking his head, Vyrinix steps towards the two as they kiss each other deeply, and the music begins to fade. Reaching out with his presence, Vyrinix makes them aware of him, drawing their attention.

Blinking, shaking off the effects of...something...Rhiannon and Alystin turn, smiling sheepishly at each other as they part slightly, feeling oddly self-concious at their uncontrolled actions, as Vyrinix gestures to their left. "You must both be very hungry. Refreshments?", he says, smiling broadly, one arm pointing at a table laden with food and drink.

* * * * *

The meal is slightly tense, especially after Vyrinix conjures another, different song. A gentle, though still energetic tune that seems to drift in on the warm sunlight. Fine wines and exquisite foods, all intricate variations of the basic wild fare that usually makes up the diet of wood elves, take their toll on all three as well. Especially the wine.

Slightly drunk and influenced by the enchanted music, and the sexual tension could almost be sliced into pieces and served for desert. Alystin and Rhiannon rub their bare feet and legs together under the table, toes tracing the insides of each others thighs. Vyrinix joins their game as well, and soon they are all flushed and giggling, even spilling a few drops of wine occasionally, as they struggle to maintain their composure.

Rhiannon might feel the worst, an almost overwhelmed by the feeling of arousal she has as both Alystin's and Vyrinix' feet touch her naked legs. She can't believe how wet she feels, body tingling as images of making love to both of the identical drow at the same time fill her thoughts. Warm not just from the wine she is sipping, Rhiannon leans back, legs spreading invitingly, almost unconciously, as she tips her head back and moans, wiping a few drops of wine from her lips with the back of her forearm.

Taking this cue, Alystin and Vyrinix exchange fiery, red-eyed glances and then push their hips forward slightly, feet pushing Rhiannon's legs apart further. Toes carress the inside of the wood elves thighs, rewarding this action with more moaning, and the sight of the pale, very slightly green tinted, beauty slip her left hand between her legs.

Smiling at each other, Alystin and Vyrinix both sit up abruptly and head for Rhiannon. Alystin scampers across the edge of her couch, and onto Rhi's, grabbing a bottle of fine elven wine on her way. "You don't need to do that, Rhi...there's two of us here, we'll take care of you..." Alystin whispers to her sensuously.

"My wound doesn't hurt...take these bandages off." Rhiannon whispers huskily.

Quickly, Alystin almost roughly strips the bandage from the wood elf in her haste. Soon it's off, and leaning forward Alystin looks down to see only the barest trace of a pink scar, almost seeming to fade further as she watches it momentarily. "It looks fine Rhi! Whatever Vyrinix gave you, it's done a fantastic job!".

Rhiannon turns towards Alystin at the feel of her warm breath against Rhiannon's neck, grabbing her and kissing her as she feels Alystin pull her arm away from her needy pussy. Breaking their kiss, Alystin tips the wine bottle, and Rhiannon feels cool clear liquid drip across her breasts, run down over her taught abdomen, and finally her puffy sex. Rhiannon squirms sensuously as Alystin quickly kisses her again, breaking and lowering her mouth to suck and lick sweet nutty elven wine from small, pert pale breasts.

Rhiannon moans and arches her back into Alystin's ministrations, enjoying the feel of dark purple tongue and lips on her stiff nipples. Just as Alystin is biting the little buds gently, Rhiannon feels hands pull her hips forward and spread her legs further. Breath feeling cool with the wine against her burning sex gives her a moments warning as a familiar tongue licks her nether lips tenderly, delicately pulling a shudder from the wood elfs aching body.

More wine is poured across her, Rhiannon placing a hand on the back of the head between her legs, one dainty foot finding purchase on a surprsingly solid shoulder as the tongue pushes it's way further into her cunt. Hands on the insides of her thighs, tips of thumbs brushing her labia, push her legs even further apart as her pussy is nuzzled almost roughly, teeth rubbing against her painfully erect clit. Rhiannon twists about, the inner walls of her throbbing pussy clenching around first a tongue, and now two fingers probing her with a thrusting, twisitng, butter-churning motion, stimulating her as Vyrinix sucks on her clit, flicking it with his/her tongue.

Left hand reaching out, Rhiannon finds Alystin's hip, carressing around to the drows firm behind, then down her thigh and finally finding it's way between her legs. Parting the hairless lips, Rhiannon rubs two fingers up and down the length of Alystin's slit, between the full lips, on either side of the hard nub of obsidian clit. Alystin moans loudly, lips actually leaving Rhiannon's wine soaked tits momentarily, as the pale fingers stimulate her pussy vigorously. Rhiannon doesn't wait long before Alystin's lips find her nipple again and begin to suckle with renewed energy.

Soon Rhiannon is just writhing around on the couch, hands and tongues all over the most sensitive parts of her body, driving her ever closer to a powerful orgasm. Alystin is now carressing and pinching her perky tits as she licks up and down Rhiannon's ear. Vyrinix continues to furiously lap at the delicious elven pussy, relishing the taste of the flow of juices across his borrowed tongue.

Rhiannon gasps, and with a quiver of tensing muscles comes! Arching her back she lifts her hips right off the couch and thrusts her spasming pussy hard onto the tongue impaling it, legs curled around Vyrinix crushing his head into her crotch. Fingers teasing Alystin's quim tighten, Rhiannon's strong hand almost making a tight fist and crushing the sensitive flesh, but not quite. A firm grip and a lifting tug elicit a sharp, though not unhappy cry from the drow, Rhiannon's grip loosening as the sensation of this most wonderful orgasm begins to fade. Two lovers! Two tongues and four hands all over body...relaxing, Rhiannon releases them both and lays there panting, hoping there's something else in store for her.

"Incredible! Simple amazing! You're almost as bad as she is, Rhiannon; we still have much to do!" Vyrinix stands, tongue licking sticky wood elf nectar from dark purple lips. Reaching out, he seemingly plucks something out of thin air. It's a double ended dildo, maybe a little over two feet long and respectably thick at around an inch and a half of textured red-leather weave. "Here, get one end of this in you." the polymorped dragon says commandingly, throwing the phallus into Alystin's lap.

Not knowing completely why, Alystin finds herself aroused by the dragons tone, and even somewhat compelled to obey his instructions. Spreading herself, loving the feel of her slick pussy lips under her fingers, Alystin takes the phallus and pushes one end deep into herself. Sighing pleasurably at the feel of the woven texture, she jiggles it inside her, watching the red shaft as it disappears into her shaven black cunt. She looks up again when she hears her own voice, again from Vyrinix, "Now you, get on top of her, facing me...like that, yes..."

Rhiannon obeys unhesitatingly as well, somewhere deep in the back of her mind she knows this isn't completely under her control...but she doesn't mind. Following Vyrinix' directions, she lowers herself onto the other end of the red phallus, taking it and with Alystin's help guiding it into her pussy, settling with a sigh onto the drows lap. Alystin kisses her shoulder, and Rhiannon begins to bounce herself gently up and down the shaft as the drow reaches around from behind her and kneads one of her small breasts.

Vyrinix smiles as the two elves rock their hips together, eyes closed as they find a way to stimulate both of them with the fake cock despite the awkward position. 'What a beautiful sight', he thinks to himself, a pale slender wood elf, bouncing energtically on the lap of her obsidian skinned lover, pleasuring herself with a red dildo connecting her own down-covered pussy lips to the hairless black quim of the beautiful drow. 'A sight I shant forget for long time, that is certain.' Looking over a delicate but strong, almost sculptured black shoulder, Vyrinix is pleased to note the sky reddening as the sun begins to dip past the horizon. Stepping forward, he pushes Rhiannon back to lie atop Alystin, "Lay down. There you go; time for you to return a favour to me."

Rhiannon cooes, disappointed at having to stop for a moment as Vyrinix climbs on top of her, still wearing Alystin's form. A leg swings over Rhiannon's head as a familiar hairless pussy and it's distinctive scent descend onto her face. 'This is incredible! Two women...identical...I'll never be the same!' she thinks to herself, smiling happily she spreads the sweet moist lips in front of her, admiring the burgundy interior of 'Alystin's' sex before taking a taste, licking around the edges lewdly. Feeling wonderful with the shaft in her sensitive cunt, Alystin's large firm breasts crushed into her back, and wandering hands tickling her sides, Rhiannon laps enthusiastically at the pussy before her, moving her tongue from side to side as Vyrinix purrs deeply.

Vyrinix moans loudly, again having some minor trouble with the ultra-sensitive body he's borrowed. Arching and thrusting hips back into the wood elfs face, he lowers his own lips to her pale snatch again. Licking her clit once more as he takes the dildo and begins to thrust it in and out of both elven pussies, happily rewarded by fervent gasps and moans from his two unknowing assistants.

Hands move freely over both the beautiful bodies atop her, the slender, more muscular pale form of the wood elf writhing in her typical fashion, to the softer and rounder, though still slim and lean by human standards, form of her own body. Alystin licks and kisses the back of Rhiannon's shoulders and neck, moving to her sensitive ears again, as she rocks her own hips back and forth. Struggling in this fairly awkward position, the heel of one foot against the front of the couch, toes just barely touching the ground, Alystin manages to settle herself into a postion comfortable enough to enjoy the thick red dildo inside her. Textured leather stretches her tight cunt pleasantly, Vyrinix is pistoning the shaft in and out of both her and her wood elf lover, that familiar tingling warmth drawn out further from deep within her loins with each thrust.

Tongues and hands wander over all three bodies lying on the couch, stacked one atop the other. Pale, barely tinted green, wood elf flesh sandwiched between the two identical obsidian skinned drow. Writhing forms stimulating each other relentlessly, red dildo thrusting, pounding into the over-heated pussies of two of them, tongues against erect clits and drinking sexual juices from each other, they each help to bring a tremendous collective orgasm together! Crying out, screaming with released lust, they cum at almost the same moment, just far enough apart to enjoy each other orgasms.

First Alystin cums, with her overly sensitive, constantly horny body unable to resist the growing tide of stimulation. Pussy juice gushes out around the thick shaft of the dildo, leg muscles taught, strong back arching enough to lift all three of them from the couch as she spasms wildly. Rhiannon follows almost immediately; Alystin's frantic, hip-bucking orgasm transmitting along to Rhiannon's end of the double dildo, jerking it insanely, driving her over the edge. Finally, following the stimulating cascade of the shared orgasm, Vyrinix comes over Rhiannon's tongue, letting the dragon again thoroughly enjoy the firm clenching of this most amazing of all pussies as he presses his face into Rhiannon thigh, almost biting down hard into the smooth flesh as the flood of sensation washes over him!

Only the sound of the soft music still lingering in the air, the gentle water-burbling of the fountain, and the exhausted panting of three sexed out elven women can be heard in the hall. The sky visible in the crumbled opening of the ceiling above is the deep blue colour of early evening, just after the sun has gone down on a clear day. A faint silvery light dances over them, reflected uneven by the water from the fountain.

Sliding off the top of the pile of bodies, Vyrinix, exhausted, pours himself another glass of wine. Taking a sip, he instantly feels refreshed, and aroused, as the magickal elixir works it's way through his system. 'Hmmm...it's going well, but I still need more. Still, I think these two will manage it within one night! They are incredible! So much energy...' Admiring the two elven women, laying there together with the red dildo still in them, dark one with her arms gently around the pale one, Vyrinix pours wine into each of their mouths. Taking each by the chin in turn, he pours the elixir into them, taking an almost scientific note of how long it takes before the effects are evident.

Stirring first, feeling better, miraculously rested and aroused all over again, Rhiannon finds herself staring at a glowing orb, some twenty feet in the air above them. This is the source of the shimmering silvery light that Rhiannon can almost feel carressing her skin. "What is that?" She asks, climbing off Alystin as the drow stirs beneath her. A strong hand grabs her shoulder and pushes her back down to lie on her back on the couch.

Immediately Rhiannon again has a tasty looking drow pussy in her face as Alystin is pushed down on top of her, placing them into a sixty-nine position. Catching herself as she falls, Alystin asks the same question even as her libido rises again, "Yeah...what is that silver thing?".

"That? Oh, that is the trapped collection of sexual energies we are releasing! It's grown enough to actually be visible in a remarkably short time. You two are amazingly powerful sexually! Don't worry, there's no harm to any of us." Taking the dildo, Vyrinix sighs as it fills his wanton cunt, and he throws a leg up onto the couch, one hand slapping Alystin's lovely rear playfully.

Rhiannon watches the red dildo thrusting from one perfect pussy rubbed against another identical obsidian slit, and licks her lips, knowing for certain that there will be a great deal more pleasure to be had tonight. Thrusting out her tongue, she touches the dripping pussy in front of her, tasting the sweet juices.

"Come now, my beautiful pets, I need more, much more, from you tonight!" Vyrinix says, parting Alystin's firm ass cheeks, touching the lubricated tip of the red dildo to the tight star of her anus.

Looking back over her shoulder in alarm, Alystin gasps and squeals, not at all unhappily, as she feels the dildo push into her rectum. Grabbing Rhiannon's leg tightly as the dildo fills her clenching buttocks, she bites down on the arm of the couch and mentally prepares herself for long, wonderful night of debauchery...

* * * * *

"You're really expecting us to go out into the forest dressed like this?" Rhiannon asks incredulously, looking down at the clothes she is wearing, clothes Vyrinix conjured for her. Her mithril chainmail, also repaired by Vyrinix' magick, and swords, still lay on the table next to her. She's wearing a fine aqua coloured silk top, loose and open necked, nicely exposing her cleavage. The top is cropped over her flat belly, and the material is thin enough her nipples are just visible. A matching skirt covers her legs to the knee, slit up both sides, but mostly covering her nicely. Fine slippers with bands of pale gold wrapping up to her calves adorn her feet. A gold chain about her waist and a similar choker, both presents from Vyrinix, complete the image. "Really..."

"I don't know why you're complaining, at least you've got cloth with your outfit!" Alystin is dressed in a harness of multiple silver chains, running from a thicker weave of chains forming a collar to, thin, soft coverings of chainmail draped over her breasts. A single chain runs under her arms, connected at the middle of her back to a chain running up to the back of the collar; the way the chain drapes across her back nicely accentuates the muscles of her back, highlighting her shoulder blades. A chainmail loincloth covers her crotch, barely, only a single delicate silver chain running between the firm black globes of her buttocks holds the miniscule triangular patch in place over her hairless crotch. 'It's a miracle this thing doesn't pinch...never been happier with keeping myself hairless too!' A silver band engraved with the images of many small spiders, tiny rubies dotting their eyes, graces her supple left arm. "Mine probably weighs the same as yours though, there's so much less of it!"

"But you both look so ravishing! I wouldn't mind ravishing you again..." Vyrinix chuckles, again with his own booming voice, having taken his natural form again. The bed of gold underneath his great haunches makes soft noises as he shifts about slightly, leaning in closer to the raised area around the fountain where Rhiannon and Alystin are still standing. They both look lovely in the faint light cast by the glowing silvery orb above them. "I have two more treasures for you, one each. Real treasures, not simple things like Alystin's new, slightly enchanted to actually be comfortable, underwear!" he says with with a sly grin.

The great dragon holds out one long claw, and the two elven women can see an amulet hanging from it. As it nears them, they can see a fine oval setting of wrought gold, a braid with many small gems woven into it, all of them shimmering unnaturally. In the center of it is a single large emerald, a spiralling disk glowing faintly inside of it. "This is for you, Rhiannon. If you take it you must keep it with you at all times for a year and a day, preferably wearing it, and then pass it along; you will know to who, and they will keep it for the length of their life. It will protect you and strengthen your life force as long as you possess it, but the other will need it more. Do you wish it?"

A bit worried by the seriousness and cryptic way Vyrinix has presented the amulet, but something tells Rhiannon this is important. "Yes." She takes the amulet, and carefully places it around her neck.

Vyrinix smiles at Rhiannon approvingly, and extends his other huge hand, this time a small silver chain dangles from the tip of a claw, "For you Alystin. I'm sure you've heard of it, l'mrimm d'siss' mri'kul?"

"Yes, yes, I've heard the stories!" gleefully taking the small chain in her hand, Alystin turns to show it to Rhiannon, who is trying to see over her shoulder. It's made of four small chains of delicate silver spiders, not once does the pattern or pose of the spiders repeat itself, even where the chains attach to each other, by clinging spiders legs, in twelve seperate places. The clasp is made of two strips of finely bleached bone, tiny spiders engraved onto the surface forming drow glyphs of protection. "The Lover's Lock..."

"I think it's time it was back with the people for whom it was intended. Aren't you going to put it on?" Vyrinx suggests.

"Yeah. Rhi, gimme a hand?" Alystin drops the small item into Rhi's hand and hops up on the table, extending one long slender leg. "Don't look at me like that, it's an anklet!"

Shaking her head, Rhiannon smiles as she takes the beautiful smooth ankle in her hand, and drapes the fine silver over it, finally snapping the bone clasp closed. She doesn't let go immediately, but stands admiring Alystin's lovely leg, and the way the anklet seems to hang perfectly around her ankle. "Guess it's kind of fitting that I put it on you, hmmm?"

Alystin smiles at her warmly, "Definately. But the story goes that the anklet was given to the assassin Shribryn by Lloth herself! I mean, this was like fifteen thousand years ago, but they say Shribryn was one of a few drow to ever be chosen as one of Lloth's lovers while she was still alive. And the only assassin ever! It's supposed to ward the wearer, and grant some abilities useful to an assassin!" Alystin stops, noticing Rhiannon is just kind of blinking at her. She hops off the table, sheepishly qualifying her enthusiasm. "Well, Shribryn was Velkyn Elghinn, like me...it's kind of lore for my guild, since none of the other assassin orders can claim one of their members was Lloth's lover. Sorry."

Alystin starts when Rhiannon smacks her bare ass, laughing, "I don't think I've ever seen you 'cute' before Alystin!"

Grabbing her stinging bottom, Alystin turns, "Thanks, Vyrinix. Um...there is something else I need to ask you..."

"Yes?"

Swallowing, Alystin gathers her courage, uncertain as to how the dragon will react, "I need to get the eye of power. It's supposed to be here."

"Hah!" Vyrinix laughs, "So that is what brought you! I knew it must be specific...well, look above you, there it is, glowing with the energy you fed it!" Vyrinix watches sliently for a moment, as Alystin looks up at the orb for an instant. Vyrinix continues just as she begins to speak, "And before you ask, no you can't have it. Not because I want it so badly, though I would not let you take it if you could, but because it is this place. The Eye is the reason this temple was built, around the Eye, and the reason I lair here; it can't be moved, not even by a god. It has always just been here. A magickal trap; an energy store for those who know how to use it. You understand?"

Nodding, Alystin is very relieved. This means she's not going to have to try something stupid to keep her word. "Yeah. My employer's going to be upset though; oh, well, he can deal with the disappointment." She smiles and laughs as she thinks of the old mage, Relstin.

"Good. Then be off with you, my little elf strumpets; I have much work to do before all that lovely energy you left me dissipates."

"Watch who you call a strumpet, you over grown lizard!" Alystin yells teasingly, already walking for the door, kris in hand, barely clothed. "Been nice, thanks again Vyrinix."

Rhiannon is much simpler in her farewell. "Bye!", with a wave.

"Hah! I look forward to our next meeting! May your Gods and Goddess guard you well!"

"Say, Alystin, what happened to Shribryn?" Rhiannon asks, happily oggling the bare bum in front of her again.

"No one really knows. Another goddess cursed her, again no one knows who, and she kind of disappeared while on a mission. They say she was on her way to kill a god..."

* * * * *

Alystin and Rhiannon are gone, far enough away for Vyrinix to conclude this deal. The creature arrived while the elves were sleeping, and it's foul stench has lingered in the air, nauseating to the sensitive dragons nose ever since; it's a wonder neither of the elven women noticed it.

"They are gone and you have seen me do as your mistress asked. Now leave my payment and leave, and take your foul stench with you." He says curtly, without turning around to bother watching to see if his payment is left behind until the creature is gone. Vyrinix knows it won't try and welch.

When the scent is gone, he turns, and there in the shadowed alcove from where the creature watched him give Alystin the anklet, is his payment. Laying in a black iron brazier, flames licking it's surface, is the prize; now he won't have to go and fetch one himself. "Ah...a fine specimen. Balor heart, exactly what I needed..."

* * * * *

Several days later, and Alystin and Rhiannon are overlooking the town of Londsford, sitting next to each other in the early dawn light. People can be seen working outside the farms already, and moving about the town in the warm mountain valley below. They arrived the night before, at sundown, and decided to spend one last night together under the stars.

"You'll come back and visit?" Rhiannon asks, definite saddness in her voice.

Alystin leans against her lover, resting her head on Rhi's shoulder, "I promise. It might be fifty or sixty years, but that's not too bad, is it?"

Rhiannon rests her head on Alystin's, reaching up to carress the drows beautiful chin. "No, not in itself. Not too long...but it's hard for me, you know? Everyone in my clan expects me to take a husband and have children. Sometime...sometime I'm going to have to tell them I'm not."

"Really?" Alystin looks at her lover, trying to fully understand what she's saying, "They won't like that you only lay with women? That's really stupid!"

"No, no...not like that! They won't even treat me any different; well, at least the men might stop trying to get my attention! Heh..." She kisses Alystin lightly before continuing, "They'll be disappointed, because my family, my blood, is well regarded. Lots of heroes; my mother, my uncle, my great-grandmother and great-grandfather...For wood elves it's important to keep the family going. You know what happened to us in the Wars?"

"Yeah." Alystin nods, almost solemnly, "Our cousins used you, and my people slaughtered you, as the high elves intended. Saving themselves." She manages to keep the hint of admiration for that ruthless plan from her voice, feeling for her friend.

"Right. So now it's become very important for the stong bloodlines to continue, and I'm not going to be any help." Rhiannon sighs, twisting a bit of tough mountain grass with her finger, "My mother will just be so disappointed, and I don't want to let her down. But I know I'm going to."

They sit quietly together as they watch the village below come to life, admiring the sunrising over the mountains across from them.

Alystin speaks, "I should really go, I've a long trip ahead of me." Leaning over she kisses Rhiannon deeply, and unhappily forces herself to break to the kiss, standing. Even though she already knows the answer, she has to ask, "You could come with me?"

Rhiannon savors the last lingering taste of her lover on her lips, gazing up at her, she smiles sadly at Alystin and shakes her head, "No."

Alystin just nods, then turns and starts down towards the village.

Rhiannon watches her for a minute, admiring the drow even through the borrowed wood elf clothes they got from a stash. Standing, she shouts down to Alystin, "Fifty or sixty years, Drow! I'll be waiting!" She watches as Alystin turns towards her, white hair shimmering in the sunlight, and waves. Rhiannon returns the wave, smiling sadly still.

Then they both turn, one heading back to the woods, the other to the village, and walk away.

The end of WraithSpider 3d: Eye of Power

to be continued in part 4: A Day Off?!

Okay, first off, I'd like to extend a big thank you and credit to -Y for the goblin race idea! I hope I did it justice! Hey, I liked this idea so much I changed the story so Alystin and Rhiannon didn't escape from the goblins as I had originally intended! Wow, what a kinky concept...get yours in today! ;-)

Secondly, you may have noticed that part 3 is now going to be 4 sections. Yep, I'm just going to give up on trying to predict how damn big my stories are going to be and how many parts there's going to be to each part...

Hope you all enjoyed reading this, and I really do hope to get 3d out soon; I've been wanting to write the next scene since I started this November '99...

Jashin (jashin@my-deja.com)