Antimony let out a loud gasp when she felt that massive green member sliding into her, grinding forward inch by inch in one single, long, slooowww motion.  Thursk was quite large indeed, enough that it seemed for a few seconds as though he wouldn't fit entirely within her regardless of how much progress he made.  Ultimately, though, that 'sword' of his was sheathed to the hilt within her.<br/><br/>It was difficult at times for her, after that, not to cry out from the stimulation, but the sorceress managed to keep to her earlier boast and remained silent as she tested the warrior's skills in the art of pleasure.  She found him satisfactory, and later that evening, in the privacy of her own quarters, she took even more pleasure in testing the limits of his endurance, as well as his ability to assume a wide variety of positions.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Antimony (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=334068) - Antimony's Quarters, 8:00 The Next Day</strong></span><br/><br/>The next day, there was some mild soreness as the half-drow awoke from her trance.  The warm body next to her in the soft cushions of the bed she had had brought into the room helped, of course, but not enough that Antimony didn't feel a slight twinge of pain as she sat up and went about her day.  It was easily ignored, however.<br/><br/>First things first, she would awaken Thursk, whom she had allowed to fall asleep several hours before herself so that he would be well-rested on this new day, and would command him to get dressed and partake of breakfast.  His instructions for the day were to report to her at the entrance to the library within an hour.<br/><br/>Then came the usual daily replenishment of her sizable stock of arcane power, the casting of her usual Greater Mage Armor spell, a Prestidigitation effect cleaning her clothes and body, and of course she dressed herself...  All the usual, tedious things done as part of her daily routine.  Her business at the library on this day was far more unusual, however.<br/><br/>On the previous day, the sorceress had turned in a report the Matron Mother had requested on the location of a cave containing the hoard and quite probably the body of a once-healthy specimen of Deep Dragon.  She was guessing that the Matron would wish to set out immediately to retrieve it, given the value of such a find, and if so, the sorceress intended to have a more full understanding of the monster she might be called upon to face.  For that reason, she would be in the library unless called upon, more fully researching the specific capabilities of Deep Dragons and ways to combat them.<br/><br/>Though, upon first setting foot out of her room, she would find herself facing a messenger with a package and a note for her...<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>"I am pleased with the work you have done for me, these should help you do even better. Remember the magic of house Archwinter is Superior to all other houses and must remain so." </em><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The note was in the Matron Mother's handwriting.  The package, meanwhile, contained two gifts which the house mage believed she would find to be quite useful.  The first was a slim little pitch black dress, open in the back to allow her wings to move, which seemed to have an odd feeling of... 'depth' to it.  Gazing into the fabric was somehow oddly like gazing into a portal between worlds, where odd behemoths moved at the limit of her vision.<br/><br/>It was a more stylish and feminine version of an item she had had her eye on for a while, a Robe of Mysterious Conjuration.  Wearing it would greatly improve the number of spells she knew, allowing her to use each level of the Summon Monster line of spells once per day, in exchange for the energy of a spell of similar power.  It would bring much greater versatility to her skillset, she knew, and she wasted no time in returning to her room and donning it.<br/><br/>The second item was a slender iron rod with a spiderweb pattern stretched over it, a Metamagic Rod of Extend Spell.  Undoubtedly it, too, would come in handy in the future.  For now, it would hang from her belt.