Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen & LordLuck]
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				Title: <strong>Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>06-03-2015, 04:58:09</strong>
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				There was complete darkness.<br><br>Complete darkness, but bustling activity. For in the bowels of the Earth, miles underneath the surface, there had been more than mere and simple life crawling about to endure and thrive, but people of a sort. Civilizations and Cultures had grown while the surface prospered, and in different ways - strange ways - people have diverged from one another since the Dawn of Time. The creatures that dwelled the breathtakingly beautiful, if utterling dangerous Underdark had grown troubled by different set of morals and ethics than those that guided their surface cousins, even to the point that would wold not recognize the other as their relatives at all.<br><br>The caverns were wide, but grew smaller and cramped and broken as they neared the surface, not one mile to the southwest. Yet here, one of such races prepared a hideout. An outpost and encampment all at once, the duergar dwelled and swiftly fortified their position. The dark dwarves, as they sometimes were called, were rather gruff and grim warriors. Fearless and cruel, they lacked the subtly of the drow or their overall beauty, but were no less deadly or sneaky. One would do well to think twice before dealing with these rogues - but it took one to know another one.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AyLdmuQYL_4/TGIDEEjTcXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/pvRT_wVYszI/s1600/TradingPost.JPG)</div></div><br>"The corridors have been prepared, Thane." Said one of the duergar gathered on a natural chamber that had been expanded and sculpted into the earth as a stout room.&nbsp; The room was lit by small candles and a wider, blue-tinted lantern, who cave an overall smooth, and cool mood inside the room. The walls had been covered in drapping tapestries and curtains, which could be pulled for privacy and to separate the ambients, and to add some heat to the otherwise cold caverns. There were furniture - both of carved rock and wooden pieces, and in the back of the room - away from the door, an alcove on the wall. Before it, a rich rug, and right before the door into the room, a wide table where business and plans were made. The duergar that spoke wore brown and grey robes, and a cowl he just pulled back to reveal his bald head. "The lower ones have been trapped. Here and here and here, just as ordered. The main approach has been left unmeddled with - but we deployed carved battlements and there are crossbow-armed sentinels here and here." The duergar went on under the eyes of the Thane, both his overseer and master.<br><br>"How much time before the road to the surface is made safe?" Asked the Thane - who was broader of shoulder, overall larger than the first dwarf. "I would have all approaches safe before Nuluk can be put to work on cleaning the rest of the Outpost and expanding other rooms for the warriors." The first, smaller and thinner duergar nodded. "Hours for the first measures. Half a day to be completely sure and safe, Thane Zhelek."<br><br>Zhelek rubbed his braided, white-grey beard. The battlemage - both warrior and wizard as he was - reached for his tatooed head, and wondered if Khozan had been hiding anything from him. The Rogue was known for making up trouble, but was otherwise reliable enough for him to elevate to take responsabilities for the company. "Very well. How about my... guests?" Zhelek said simply, yet Khozan seemed to have no forthcoming awnser regarding the coming of the drow.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s3.amazonaws.com/ksr/assets/000/727/617/9f944216b9d3954dfb39cf4782d2a848_large.jpg)</div></div><br>The duergar had taken over and cleaned an ancient, abandoned outpost of their own people, which had been left to ruin and rot when their Kingdom started to retract it's borders after long years of glorious expension. The original outpost was much smaller - barely more than a sentinel pillbox to monitor the comings and goings to the surface - and precisely for this position the duergar mercenaries had taken it again from the creatures that otherwise had started to nest on it. The original outpost was now being expanded, and the noise of pick-axes and shovels as Nuluk worked his craft effectivelly tripled the size of the whole fort in order to host their company - which counted with at least three times more men than the original planned garisson. Zhelek had many plans, many dealings, many agreements with many different Houses of the Drow and their corrupt city nearby.<br><br>And he would make the most profit from all his clients as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>06-03-2015, 07:37:18</strong>
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				“Ashyr?” Whishpered a strained voice. “Ashyr!”<br><br>A small, slender figure stood at the entrance of a cave. She wore a cloak of the darkest blue that was wrapped tightly around her body and covered her face. Her body language suggested she was uncomfortable with her surroundings. She glanced forward and back furtively for whomever this Ashyr character was. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Selene</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://wolvesdenmagickshop.weebly.com/uploads/2/1/7/9/21799840/s892089612822804490_p90_i2_w355.jpeg)</div></div><br><br>Brush did not rustle. Trees did not move. Another, larger person dropped from some nearby branches directly in front of her smaller companion. This had a predictable effect; the cloaked girl jumped and made a slight involuntary noise. White teeth flashed from beneath a curtain of even whiter hair as the newcomer crouched in front of her startled companion. She did not cover herself from the weather as the other girl did. She wore utilitarian leather armor over her athletic body and exotic blades hung at her hips. Clearly she was a fighter or ranger of some sort – either way she was very used to the forest.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Ashyr</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae241/Nolan_1337/Fantasy%20Stuff/DarkElf038.jpg)</div></div><br><br>“Damn you, Ashyr.” The cloaked woman spat. Even with her hood over her face, she tried to shield her eyes from the sun with her raised arm. Even so, her grey eyes squinted hard at the ranger who didn't seem likewise bothered by the sun.<br><br>“You should spend more time up here with me, Selene. You won't be so weak.” Ashyr told the smaller woman as she stood in place. “Now, what do you have for me today?” She asked. Red eyes looked the other, smaller woman up and down with a predatory gaze<br><br>“Nothing.” Selene replied. She seemed to ignore Ashyr's comment about staying with her in the overworld. “You have a new mission. Follow me.” Then she turned around and headed back into the caverns.<br><br>Ashyr seemed amused, but she followed her cousin back into the caverns as she was bid. Technically, the smaller woman was higher ranking than her, but she was as easily cowed as she was scared. At least that was true for Ashyr. Hey, maybe Selene was a sucker when it came to her younger cousin, Ashyr. The leather-clad woman could not help by look the other woman up and down as she finally took off that stupid cloak she wore once she was deeper in the cave. Extended stays in the wilderness often made Ashyr in desperate need of a good fucking. There was all too little of that in the forests. People didn't really stick around long enough. If they did, they were often wholly opposed to a little fun with a drow. It was enough to make even the pickiest of women think naughty thoughts about absolutely everyone. The smaller drow wore more traditional clothing for a drow woman; tight and revealing. It revealed a body that Ashyr would blame no one for lusting after. The thought made Ashyr grin. They were totally going to bang later.<br><br>The ranger did not question Selene as she led her through a lesser used passageway about a mile down the main path. There seemed to be signs of heightened activity all around, if one cared to look. She wasn't even all too surprised when they ran into their first duergar, a stout fellow keeping a lookout for anything else that dwelled nearby. Of course, there had been a few outposts previous that she had spotted. Those folk seemed a little more shy.<br><br>“We're here for Thane Zhelek.” Selene announced in a demanding voice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>06-03-2015, 16:05:08</strong>
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				"And who in the Nine Hells are you?" The warrior bellowed back. The duergar sentinel wore some leather and chainmail armour, and in his hand a repeater crossbow that pointed rather poignantly towards the two drow ladies. He had stood tall over a particularly impressive bolder - that had the same height as he did, mind you - all the while staring down at the strange pair. What could a couple of fair drow women been doing wandering all the way here, so near the surface? The bearing of both of them spoke of a rather regal, aristocratic upbringing, after all. His eyes were strangely drawn to the more-dangerously looking one - the silent woman. <br><br>"You just shut up and let them come, Jarek." Said another voice, lower and discreet in tone, for another duergar appeared from deeper within the tunnel the guardsman had been protecting alone. This new interloper was short and thin - even for a duergar, and yet he stared up with his pale white eyes towards the two ladies. "...I hope you ignore the lookout bad manners, ladies." This one wore simpler, boiled leathers and brown robes over them. Strangely, this one did not seem to be armed at all - any knifes and daggers all cleverly hidden underneath the folds of his clothes or simply absent at all - Ashyr's nimble eyes would notice without too much strain. <br><br>"The Thane has been waiting for you rather eagerly, ladies." Khozan said, and with a smirk too. He could understand why the old warrior had been looking forward to seeing both of the women - for albeit the dwarves hard rather... peculiar senses of beauty and attractiveness regarding females, elven beauty and sensuality screamed even to the stout race's sensibilites. Zhelek was a lucky one. "...Come with me."<br><br>Khozan's tone brockered no questioning, as he signed for the women to follow him without looking back. They would be guided by some cavernous corridors that suddenly became well-sculpted, if rather spartanly plain halls of rock. While the first sentinel seemed light armed, they've passed through many groups of heavily-armed wardens and warriors, dressed in the thick, black-steel plates and chains favoured by the duergar. A people of industrious aspirations, who would rather announce the way they brought destruction to the foe more easily than sneaking about and finishing things cleanly. And there were many of them. The dark dwarves must have brought at least fifty warriors. Zhelek has promised Selene quite some muscle to ensure that she'd have a powerful shock force both to assaulting her enemies, or to protect her House's halls - after all, it was the politician Selene who dealt in official regards with the duergar, albeit Ashyr had her own... side dealings with them.<br><br>The men leered at the two of them, perhaps making the ladies think again on bringing an armed escort to meet the mercenaries the next time. Ashyr was sure that more than one of the mercenaries nourished lustful thoughts about these elven ladies. Khozan's trip, however, was mercifully short, as in the middle of a mess hall he pointed towards a doorway - closed only by a curtain - that lead to the office and personal chamber of the thane.<br><br>"The Thane awaits my ladies inside." Khozan said simply, his eyes waving all around Ashyr's more... exposed body. His attentions were discreet enough, though, compared to how the armed folk looked upon the two of them. Before the women ever walked towards the doorway, though, it was Zhelek who made his own appearance - wearing his half-armour, showing his powerful, tatooed arms. Zhelek was tall and broad for a duergar, and signed to the women with a simple wave of hand, for them to come inside. Wordlessly so, he walked around his table and awaited to properly greet the ladies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 05:24:03</strong>
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				Ashyr stood behind her cousin impassively, though there may have been the slightest bit of amusement on her featured. Selene did not take getting yelled at by the dark dwarf very kindly. The smaller drow had taken a step back at his open hostility and bared her teeth in an angry expression. Thankfully another, smaller dwarf came in before Selene decided to do something about the other duergar's rudeness. The sorceress was profoundly lacking in her normal social graces recently. Normally something as common as a dark dwarf yelling and being rude would not have phased Ashyr's older cousin. Now she was snarling and jumping. Ashyr rolled her shoulders in a half shrug that none of her other companions could see.<br><br>The ranger paid very close attention to the path they took to get to their destination. She didn't seem at all perturbed by all the male's leers. In fact, when Selene wasn't looking, Ashyr made a rude gesture toward a duegar that wasn't quite so ugly as the rest. Her tongue flicked out in a facade of giving a woman oral, followed by an overdramatic pelvic thrust in Selene's general direction. The she laughed to herself and quickened her step so that she was once again walking right next to her older cousin.<br><br>"What are you laughing about?" Selene asked in a snippy, annoyed tone. Selene wasn't taking the whole situation very well. She went so far as to put her cloak back on and sort of huddled into herself. This at least directed everyone's attention back to the Drow whose form could actually be seen – though, as drow costumes went, the ranger's was practically modest. The way Ashyr's hips swung as she basked in the admiration was... much less modest.<br><br>A predatory smile spread across Ashyr's face as Zhelek came into view. The ranger casually looked the shorter creature up and down, focusing for a little bit longer on his thick arms. By this time it was an expression the duegar Thane knew well. The ranger was horny. It was probably a good thing that Selene was there, even if she wasn't the biggest fan of duergar. Presumably there was some sort of diplomatic dealings that had to happen. Something like that was inappropriate for pillow talk. Selene's expression managed to form into that mask of polite attention as they walked into the room after Zhelek. For now the sorceress chose to ignore her younger cousin clearly in heat. This was something Selene was also used to. She understood, as well; one could only be satisfied with one's own hand for so long.<br><br>“Thank you for meeting with us, Thane Zhelek.” Selene intoned with a small but polite bow. Ashyr simply arched one eyebrow and similarly bowed. The grin never moved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 06:48:42</strong>
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				Ashyr's playfulness wasn't unnoticed in the men that would probably never lay with her - but the chance was there, for the ones bold enough to take it. While Khozan was probably too weary of a knife on the back to enjoy it; being him the one that usually drove such knives on the back of his kin; there seemed to be some of them who could make possible pleasant lays. For the duergar as a race were stout, and while thin, many were powerful of limb - meaning they could deliver quite powerful thrust of hips. The duergar that had been stared all the while as the ranger made her lovely wordless joke gave her a knowing grin, before laughing aloud when Ashyr delivered her fatal, pelvic blow. Even if it had not yet connected to Selene's backside, the duergar knew that the drow ranger had just made sure of how wicked the upright sorceress trully was.<br><br>Maybe that would give the little warrior some amusing tale to share with his peers. While Selene bundled herself in her robes, almost to the point of once again covering her face, the eyes rested upon the ranger - albeit the imagination of many wandered as to why and what did the seeming leader between the two guests was hiding undeneath her fabrics. The duergar did not whistle nor bark in the way the people of the surface did, but they spoke and grinned and pointed to their fellows, knowing that Ashyr was putting a show for them on purpose. The few duergar females about - for there were some few gruff rogues between the warriors - simply dismissed the silent game, unamused.<br><br>The Thane himself was a way more impressive exemplar of the duergar potential. While he was not handsome, he was certainly not repulsive to the drow's standarts. Zhelek was powerful. Strong of arm and clever of spell - albeit he most dabbled in illusions as such was schooled amongts the dark dwarves. Zhelek looked upon both Selene and Ashyr once both women walked into his chamber, and made a little show at licking his teeth.&nbsp; <br><br>"Why, welcome be to my humble abode." He said as he leaned close to the wall the table was nested against, pulling the thicker curtains closed in order to give them the privacy they needed. Zhelek was a tyrant. He took contracts and lead warriors and paid them their wages, but he was not fond of sharing with them anything that he deemed they would have no use. And that worm Khozan was very likely trying to tap into the little gathering. Thankfully, the chamber was warded with simple spells to give them as much reservation as it could be achieved with lesser spells.&nbsp; <br><br>"It has been some time, lady Selene." He bowed back to the priestess, acknowledging her politeness and offering some of his own. "...I had thought I was not seeing you again for some time, Ashyr." He spoke more freely to the ranger, which had in other occasions 'dealt' in private with the Thane - even before he was Thane, truth be told. By the way the dwarf's fingers moved, she knew that he too antecipated some... pleasantries after the business was done. <br><br>"By Diirinka's beard, I am glad to see you about. I was starting to think that this whole enterprised was doomed." Zhelek said as he folded a map of the passage to the surface and hid it between some tomes and grimoires on the wall. He walked over a small cabinet, and brought up some ceramic goblets and the thick liquor that he was so fond of. "...You are a little late, Selene." He finally dropped the pleasantries - they had been rather intimate in their last dealings, and he was fond of the experiences they could provide. "By tomorrow, I would have lifted camp and marched back home." <br><br>"But your gold is good." He grinned after all, bringing to the table three goblets of the resinous liquor, downing his own swiftly, assuming the ladies would take the others. Zhelek was hospitable enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 07:31:17</strong>
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				“As you well know, we've come to discuss the upcoming plans, and talk to Lady Ashyr about her part in everything.” Selene said formally. She looked back at her younger cousin.<br><br>Ashyr had been idling around the chamber, looking curiously at the tapestries and items around the chamber. She was also looking for ways for curious eyes to spy upon what was said within. It was a Drow habit every creature of Ashyr's kind carried with them until the end. She noticed the Thane's map that he folded and hid from sight. Perhaps he was getting it out of the way. Perhaps there was something to be hidden from her and her cousin's eyes. Ashyr looked over to Selene when the smaller woman said her name, “Oh?” Ashyr said with a curious tilt of her head. “Was I not simply your body guard?” It was actually a legitimate question. The drow knew how to use both weapons and previous sexual relations to defend against nefarious acts. Ashyr assumed she was a little of both. After all, she was hardly ever kept in the loop of family affairs. It seemed to her that taking her position on the surface had ensured that.<br><br>“Yes.” Selene said. The sorceress paused and tilted her head similarly to Ashyr. She extended her senses to the room, feeling out for enchantments and the like. She found the one she was looking for – the one that prevented all but the most determined from prying into the dealing that were about to happen. “I am glad you enjoyed the gold we sent you. I expect it to keep you here for some time longer, Thane Zhelek. Your forces will be needed within – what was the word for it?”<br><br>Ashyr looked over he shoulder at her cousin “Days? Weeks? Months? … Years?” She provided. All were words unfamiliar to undercommon. There were no suns and moons to count time by. The words she spoke were in common, the surface language.<br><br>“One surface month. No longer. It's up to you Ashyr. It's a deadline you must not surpass.” Selene continued in her too-serious tone.<br><br>“Great. … what am I supposed to do?” The ranger asked. Her full attention was now upon her cousin.<br><br>It was if Selene was waiting for the other woman's prompt. “Create havoc, dear cousin. Push that city of yours over the edge. By your own estimate it shouldn't be difficult.”<br><br>Delight glinted in the ranger's eyes. But then she turned toward the duergar, her brow furrowed lightly, “Not complaining, but why are we <em>here</em>?” she emphasized the last word and gestured at Zhelek. Both women turned to the dark dwarf with expectant gazes. Selene knew that he was here to collaborate with Ashyr just what her signal would be for his company to deploy, and the sorceress was there to oversee everything that occurred. She figured that she'd like Zhelek explain it for himself.<br><br>Both women ignored the full goblets on the table. They may have known Zhelek – Ashyr much better than Selene – but they were still drow. Dark elves did not drink or eat liquid not prepared by themselves or someone they trusted absolutely. Rarely did any drow trust another so completely. Not Ashyr and Selene. Not their own sisters or mothers. Not anyone. Hopefully the dwarf would understand. Such instincts kept 'accidental' poisonings from happening. Any number of deadly toxins and mind altering drugs could 'find their way' into some poor fool's cup. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 08:11:44</strong>
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				Zhelek had ignored the drow's custom, and as they would not pick on the goblets - which now he could imagine why - the thane took upon the second one, and drained it up as well, swiftly. He brushed the back of his hand over his lips and beard to clean up any dropplets, before he took his eyes up to Ashyr's. Under that bearded face, he grinned. Leaning over his table a little, in the same motion showing both ladies his powerful, tatooed arms, the battlemage spoke up. The impressive tatooes, in many geometrical patterns, were fuelled with sorcery - spells bound to the duergar's flesh, which he could access as some would a scrolls - except that they would not disperse from his arms at being cast, but merely drain before being recharged with sorcerous energies again. <br><br>"Well, you see - Lady Selene seems to finally wish to put me and my company into actual use." He smirked for a moment, lowering the second cup upon the table. He kicked the small safe-box underneath the dressed, and it ringed with the heavy sound of solid coin. "She has been buying my time for some time now." He grinned. "And not for my companionship alone. I know there must be better, softer, more... pleasant choices back at the City of Webs." He smirked, refeering to the drow city that thrivved many miles bellow the surface, and from where his present company hailed from. <br><br>Zhelek reached for the third goblet. "You see, friend Ashyr, I cannot deploy such numbers to the surface without preparation. Spells must be cast for us to ignore the sunlight. Lodgings must be found. And even with illusions to cover our skintones, a company of armed dwarves call attention." The duergar took the third goblet to his lips, sipping this one slowly. "So this is where we'll wait your signal to put the surface city to the torch." He grinned. In a surprise attack, his armoured troupe was more than capable of bringing the unprepared, soft surfacers down. The duergars in particular were slavers, and Zhelek knew he could fetch quite some good prices down at the cities of his clan - which stood neared to the surface than the drow settlement, but further away to the north. <br><br>"You bring them to the edge, dear ranger. And then we'll push them over." He said with a grin, licking his teeth again as he stared from Ashyr to Selene. "Lady Selene here agreed that we should combine on a signal of sorts. A courier, perhaps. A message. An arson that could be seen for miles away in the night." He said, halfway between a suggestion and a joke. "I'll send up my own carvers up to keep an eye on your fine backside." Zhelek said to Ashyr. "I would hate not seeing it near again." He laughed at his own joke, spitting some heavy phlegm the licquor had gathered down the pot under the table. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 08:55:40</strong>
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				Ashyr looked positively delighted at her newfound task. How she loved to see the world burn. To dominate both creature a structure. Her eye shone with the expectation and arousal of it. Ranger sidled up the Sorceress in a sinuous motion that spoke of Ashyr's current state of mind. “I'll burn the world down myself, if you like.” Ashyr whispered breathy words into her cousin's ear. “It'll save you the coin.” Selene turned slightly to her cousin. Her nostrils flared and the sorceress' own arousal started to grow. There was one reason why Selene put up with her cousin's horniness when they met to give reports. The ranger burned with passion that was readily apparent when everyone was naked and writhing on the ground. Putting it bluntly, Ashyr was the best lay Selene had ever known. And that was saying something in the drow world. <br><br>The ranger pulled at her cousin's cloak. Selene let the garment fall to the ground without much protestation. It wasn't like she was naked underneath. Her brown dress was simple, but it showed Selene's perfect cleavage and enchanting hourglass figure. The sorceress was commonly accepted to be the prettier of the cousins. While she was by no means ugly, Ashyr was hard and rough and muscled. It reminded the drow back home of lower class servants and slaves, not of the well-bred lady she actually was. The ranger fit in much better with the duegar, it seemed. <br><br>“I will light a fire.” Ashyr said as one of her hands pressed against the small of her cousin's back. “But I can't promise the city will be ready for capture. Sometimes things burn when they're around me.” Mischief played across her lips, though she tried to act confused and completely convinced of spontaneous conflagration occurring in her presence.<br><br>Selene looked equal parts annoyed and aroused at what her cousin was doing. The ranger's hands were getting too friendly too soon. They weren't even done talking things through and she was already getting distracted!<br><br>“I know a spell.” Ashyr continued. “An animal will come – a bird, most likely - bearing a message, and animals will keep arriving until I know you have received my message.” She shrugged slightly. “It's a ranger thing. If a month passes before I've contacted you, I'm probably dead. So you'll have to figure something else out then.” She spoke of her death in an extremely off-handed fashion. Either she wasn't afraid of it, or she doubted it would ever happen to her. Either way, it was clear that her attention span was rapidly deteriorating.<br><br>The sorceress sighed. Well, that was <em>most</em> of what needed to be talked about taken care of. Maybe they could talk more once Ashyr got her little... problem... sorted out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 17:48:34</strong>
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				The Thane's eyes had been wandering about his guest's body shamelessly - in fact, paying so much attention to their every move, to the every breathe that filled their lungs and lifted their hidden chests up, that it could be seen as a rather compliment. Zhelek wasn't daunted before the beauties, specially because of his station and what benefits as being the one that activelly 'dealt' with the drow entailed. The dwarf had leaned slightly forward against the table, his ring-heavy fingers tapping tenderly upon the fine piece of wooden furniture. He, for one, would agree with the accessment - while Selene was certainly more beautiful, softer to the touch and rounded to the eye, Ashyr was the one that could handle his weight and passion with her own. <br><br>Yet, he would never squander any. The dwarves were all known for their resistance to poisons and to exhaustion. He would never get tired - be it on the shieldwall, or the alcove. In fact, while Zhelek had doubted that he could swoon Selene to enjoy the heat of his covers with him alone, Ashyr was a different jewel.&nbsp; To the point where he knew he would probably have them both - handling the ladies and their own pleasures could be a sport for the Thane. <br><br>"...Should it come to that, I'm sure that Lady Selene and I can figure another plan." He licked his teeth. The way that Selene's wealth was being put into Zhelek's pockets, he'd soon be wealthy enough to buy her price as a companion! And that meant quite an amount of gold. "I wouldn't doubt that." He grinned, leering closer to the women, standing just by the edge of the table and next to Selene's other side, the noble sorceress now flanked by her cousin and her hireling. The little touches the ranger delivered, and how she slowly seemed to strip the sorceress off her cloak, had him smirking. Zhelek's eyes washed all over Selene's form, now that her curves were exposed more freely to his grey eyes.<br><br>"I can vouch for that, really. I smell some fire... Heh, Ashyr, girl, you burn everything you touch." He grinned, looking up at Selene, noticing her evident displeasure and distress as she glared angrily towards the ranger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 19:09:44</strong>
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				Ashyr threw a grin towards the dwarf Thane when confirmed her burning touch. He understood. Ashyr's penchant for immolation was hardly in her own control. She burned for life just as she set it afire. Such passion could not easily be extinguished. The ranger knew from experience, however, that a good, long night with both cousin and dwarf would go a long way towards sating her for a little while at least. If all went well she would be walking out into the sun with a good deal more self control.&nbsp; <br><br>Selene let out a small, embarrassed cough as the duegar drew closer to her and Ashyr. The sorceress could see what was about to happen, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to be a part of it. Sure, she'd sate Ashyr's lusts without much complaint. But to have relations with a duegar... Selene liked her men thin, elegant, and with flowing long hair on their head and nowhere else, as nature intended. While Zhelek's beard could technically be considered both long and flowing, it somehow wasn't the same. The sorceress made to back out and away from both Ashyr and Zhelek's attentions. She could not get very far before Ashyr tightened her grip on her older cousin.<br><br>“Stay with us.” Ashyr said in a throaty, aroused whisper. Then she drew a nimble tongue from Selene's delicate earlobe to the very top, following the outside edge of the cartilage. That got the expected response from Selene; a shiver, and a subtle shift of weight towards her horny cousin. The sorceress knew very well what that tongue could do. Ashyr's hand danced across her cousin's exposed midriff where only a couple thick straps of fabric wrapped around and attached the top half of Selene's dress to the lower. Then her hand went deeper under the fabric and settled at the fork of Selene's legs.<br><br>At this rate, Selene would be soon ready to let her cousin take her no matter who was in the room. The sorceress made one final weak attempt to leave the room. It was clear, though that her body very much wanted to stay if only her mind let it. Ashyr did let her switch places so that it was the ranger that was between duegar Thane and drow Sorceress. The athletic woman didn't care, as long as she kept both people in the room to sate her desires. <br><br>The cousin's lips finally collided in a heated, desperate kiss. As this was happening, Ashyr's maneuvered them both back slightly so the ranger's body was closer to Zhelek's as a wordless invitation for him to join the fun. Who wanted words when one had a mouthful of Selene's tongue? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 19:44:58</strong>
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				Zhelek had wanted some words. He had feared that Selene would flee, escape before his hands could touch her, feel her. He loved how Ashyr felt, but that was a known sensation, while reached for the priestess' flesh would be a whole new experience. And he craved for it, for her. For the both, the greedy little bastard. He watched the two drow ladies slowly moving along and against each other, and had almost reached lewdly for Selene's body - but that would be possibly a bad idea, for while Ashyr would tolerate, and even cherish his large hands against her frame, he couldn't know if Selene would treasure his roughness the same.<br><br>She was smooth, perhaps too smooth to appreciate his approach. The duergar watched, loving how the ranger's hands slowly reached inside the fabric of the priestess' dresses, how her tongue more than wickedly rubbed around Selene's ear. Knowing the zone to be highly erogenous to them, he could barely disguise his excitemnet - for a moment, Zhelek almost drooled. He had almost chuckled when Selene tentativelly seemed to try and make for the door - for would the sorceress be able to stand under the curious gaze of his men? The Thane doubted much. It would perhaps be indeed better, if not safer for her to remain in both his and Ashyr's company... for he knew that the ranger wasn't going anywhere before they had quenched her inner fire, if for a moment only before the embers flamed up again.<br><br>It seemed that the priestess needed no words beyond her cousin's. And Ashyr moved herself in the way to lay herself closer to him - in a maneuver that could speak of how she seemed to diplomatically access the odds for the dwarf to be meeting and enjoying her cousing as well. Zhelek took the chance. He moved in closer to Ashyr, his hands sliding around the ranger's slender waist even while the female herself still slid up to feel the priestess' flesh. The duergar moved in close, his hands sliding up demandingly and hard along the ranger's frame - from her pleasantly defined backside and up to the curve of her bosom, which he dared cupping hard, pressing his large hands on them and then squashing them tenderly against her chest. Zhelek was tall enough so that he pressed himself against Ashyr's backside - applying his crotch just underneath the curve of her rear, making sure she felt the effect the two of them had on the duergar Thane.<br><br>She had known him before, and he was nonetheless impressive even if through their clothes and armour. Pleasantly big and fat when utterly swollen, Ashyr had wost lays than the dwarven warrior. For the moment, it seemed that Zhelek would only dare to feel and touch the ranger... but then he brought Selene too close to him, his right hand escaping the ranger's bosom in order to tenderly slide along the back and flank of the sorceress' frame, slowly sliding her closer despite any resistance he might find, his hand slowly meeting Ashyr's own as he too slid his strong, rough palm into Selene's dress lower hangings. How soft she felt! He tried to lighten his touch as he followed Ashyr's hand and it's path deeper down towards Selene's lower core.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 00:11:52</strong>
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				The ranger grinned against her cousin's mouth as the dwarf pressed himself against her. Even with all the clothing between them she could feel the intensity of his arousal. She arched her back and pressed out and down against Zhelek so that her fine ass could rub against him. Clothing seemed a sudden and urgent inconvenience. She basked in the glory of the dark dwarf's strong hands running against the leathers of her light armor. There wouldn't be much give to it – not much opportunity to feel what was actually beneath the tough animal hide. Already she was loosing interest in foreplay. Selene, however, was clearly not quite on board yet. More work had to be done.<br><br>Ashyr guided the hands of her duegar companion as they began to roam Selene's body. She knew exactly where to put them to drive her cousin into a sexual fervor. At first the smaller, softer woman flinched away from those large hands, though they were no more rough than Ashyr's. But soon she found them to be pleasantly strong despite their unfamiliarity. Drow men were far more gentle and soft than this duegar male. Even the women were more delicate, with Ashyr as an obvious exception. So maybe it was something she could get used to pretty quickly. Her thoughts on the matter became more readily apparent when she let a low, involuntary moan pass through her lips. <br><br>The ranger's hand left the inner folds of her cousin's costume and lifted to finally undo the clasp that kept the other woman's dress around her body. The garment slipped off Selene's upper torso easily to reveal well-rounded and fairly large breasts. She had of course not worn anything underneath her traditional drow attire. Not many of her kind found the need for such things. A little more work had to be done before Ashyr could get the rest of Selene's garments in a pool of fabric on the floor. It wasn't fair, though. It would take so much more effort to disrobe Ashyr. <br><br>Selene began to work on that task of getting her cousin similarly nude.&nbsp; She freed her lips from Ashyr's so Selene could see what she was doing as she untied the leather straps that held her leather tunic in place. Her warm flesh pressed hard against the other woman as she did so. Ashyr took that opportunity to continue the workings of her tongue, teeth, and mouth on Selene's neck and ear. The ranger tried her hardest to hold still while her cousin did this; she wanted to continue teasing Zhelek. She was... mostly successful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 01:23:28</strong>
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				There was not a doubt about that, every tender way that Ashyr moved, Zhelek's eyes followed, as if waiting for another delicious miracle to be evident from her tender touch. The dwarf had been admiring the ranger's handwork, specially as he still pawed tenderly against Selene's waist and down, down bellow so very close to her nethers. Yet, he dared to slide there - not still, not yet. The priestess had not been so welcoming to this, and he would not scare her away like a fumbling hunter before it's doe-eyed prey. And then, the top of her dress fell. And Zhelek's mouth watered. So far, Selene's body had been but a fantasy - yet the tender curve of her dark flesh, up to the roundness of her large, heavy bosom had him blessing Laduguer for his luck. And he would bless the drow goddesses as well - fickle, capricious as they were, to sent these two ladies his way.<br><br>His hand was tender as it's slid up along the thin, smaller female's torso, daring for a tender brush against her bosom, but not a lecherous grab as he had just done with her cousin. While he knew what Ashyr liked and craved, he would not dare taking initiative with Selene unless invited. Yet, he stared the two ladies as an accomplice to their every touch, his hand sliding lon on Selene's back even while Ashyr leaned in to groom, kiss, and nibble against her cousin's neck. He could see Selene's hands working to untie Ashyr's armour, and so Zhelek too dediced to work on her - specially as the ranger still moved back against him, pressing her lovely rear tight on his hardness even if he leaned on to touch at her kin. <br><br>The duergar's hands slid up along the ranger's slender back, and slowly would make their way down her athletic frame by undoing and unclasping ever lacing, every binding of the armoured chestpiece of her boiled leather armour. Soon his hands reached for the last clasp at the low of Ashyr's back, and at that Khelek couldn't miss the chance of holding tight to the woman's waist, and pulling her whole frame down against his manhood, rubbing harder - increasing the pressure a thousandfold between both their loins. At that, the Thane could barely surpress a sigh of delight. It had been long since he had visited Ashyr's core. <br><br>While her bodice started to loosen up under Selene's own touch, the dwarf noticed that he, of the three, still stood mostly dressed - and that would not do. So he diminished the pressure against the teaseful sway of Ashyr's hips, and brought them both to the chain that clasped his cape - taking it off his shoulders as well as swiftly unbinding the pauldrons - discarding them to the flood underneath the table. His hands worked swiftly to bring up the chainmail hauberk that run down low on his thighs and belly, and bending over to the left, the chains fell to the ground with a noise not unlike the running of coins against one another. While his arms were mostly nude, his chest wasn't - and Zhelek hurried himself to unbind both his braces before pulling his dark-blue shirt off his face... and running a hand over his braided beard to neat it up before the attentions of his knuckles would return to both dark-elven ladies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 03:44:35</strong>
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				With Zhelek's help, Ashyr's leathers came off much easier. He was much better versed at the workings of leather straps and buckles; Like Ashyr, he likely wore the stuff every day. Selene may have had the nimbleness inherent to all drow, but this was nothing compared to daily practice. While the other two fumbled with her tunic at the back, she picked at the laces and buckles at the front of her pants and on the sides. Soon Ashyr was able to pull that hard leather armor entirely off and throw it a small distance from the writhing threesome. It would certainly not do to roll over the hard garments in a fit of passion. The ranger found out the hard way many years ago that lying on a pile of hard leather was extraordinarily uncomfortable. <br><br>She was not naked underneath all that. Such armor chafed prohibitively if one chose to wear it against bare skin. Instead, she had a loose black tunic and soft cloth pants to cover and protect her skin against tough leather. The fabric of those garments almost ripped with the urgency of her hands as she pulled them off. She could hear the sign of progressing nudity of Zhelek when his various protective coverings hit the ground. It was a good sound, though she didn't like the necessary absence of attention to herself it caused.<br><br>Selene let out a gasp of surprise as the now naked Ashyr grabbed her easily by the waist and sat her upon the nearby table. The ranger then knelt in front of her older cousin and forced herself between the other woman's legs. Selene was able to get a good view of the mostly undressed Zhelek then. She had to admit, his body was gloriously muscled and not quite as repugnant as she assumed it would be. Her attention toward the duegar could only last so long, however. The sorceress found herself entirely distracted by the way her cousin was teasing her inner thighs with her tongue and lips. It only took moments of this before she was tempted to beg the other woman to stop teasing her already and put her mouth where Selene really wanted it. <br><br>Ashyr was completely aware how exposed her womanhood was to the duegar Thane if he chose to take advantage. She wished he would. They focus of the three of them had been almost entirely on Selene in the hopes that she would be roped in to the passion. Those hopes now looked to be fully realized – they could pay a little more attention to Ashyr's need, Lolth Damn them. She was practically dripping from the heat of it all. Her own fingers strayed to the top of her mound where the most sensitive flesh lay. She rubbed that wonderful flesh as she waited for Zhelek to rejoin them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 04:18:23</strong>
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				The dwarf was for a moment astounded as to the swiftness than Ashyr had lifted the smaller drow. Yet, he shouldn't be - he knew that the muscles underneath her dark flesh were taut, tight and true. Once Selene was secured over his table - and he hoped that the female would leak enough for the table to catch her scent - the dwarf's hands came to his wide belt, and swiftly as he could, desirous to join the action and give some of what the ranger had craved before her interested was overtaken by her cousin's nether sweetness. While he stripped, he stared - both at how the ranger licked and nurtured the excitement of Selene, and at the sorceress whose eyes had poised over his powerful frame. A little display of his strong, muscled frame was in order, so he opened his belt slowly, letting her marvel at his powerfully-built chest - from where the tatoos that railed his arms had come from, she could notice, in a long, way more elaborated framework. <br><br>Each line a string of power, each set of shapes hiding a particular spell. And then, the buxom priestess' mind was taken elsewhere as Ashyr did her wicked job at teasing her up, with her tongue and lips trailing dangerous paths down bellow. At that, Zhelek sped up again. He cursed as was his custom - the heavier armour meant more layers of clothes to protect his frame and skin from their weight and roughness, so it was that he undid his boots and stepped out of them, kicking them towards the corner just by the alcove - which, he noticed, could make for a confortable if slightly crowded lovenest for the three of them later should the ladies decide to stay. It would harbour two more confortably, he knew, but the dwarf could dream. Already he pulled his roughspur pants away, with the plates of sewn iron, and thrown them over the boots before he was finally left on his pantaloon-like underclothes.<br><br>And then, he approached. While Selene rested on the table, there would be rather clumsy and unconfortable approaches. Yet, Ashyr laid exposed - on purpose, the duergar knew as he dropped his linen shorts, and revealled a swollen, fat manhood that would bring a blush to the drow priestess without a doubt. Zhelek grinned at Selene at the display of his hardness - for the member was thick, long, and even for a duergar - particularly hung. One that Ashyr had faced and bravely taken before. And now once again, as Zhelek slid a hand between and underneath her rear, his fingers finding her own as she had been pleasing herself. <br><br>Yet, Zhelek had another plans for Ashyr's delight. He felt her moistness, and sliding his other hand to her rump, with a sudden grab, lifted the drow ranger from her kneeling position up, to a forward bending one. She would still lean over against Selene's core, but the dwarf adjusted and spread the ranger's legs further, more confortably, before with a tight grip at the woman's waist, pressed himself up against her womanhood. The slick moistness of her excitement met his unrelenting hardness by easily sliding him deep into her core - even before the duergar thrusted. That didn't keep him from thrusting, though - sending Ashyr's face straight to Selene's own crevice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 07:37:27</strong>
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				Power was what Selene could appreciate more than physical beauty. She could overlook a lot of major flaws if her partner had very apparent power that she could tap into and use for her own ends. That was what Selene finally saw in Zhelek as he stripped the final article of clothing from his body. His tattoos were unmistakable in their magical ability. To see him in glorious battle was an unmistakeably magnificent thing. Now the sorceress was completely on board with Ashyr and Zhelek's thoughts. She wanted to fuck <em>both</em> now. Her blue eyes turned their lustful attentions to what the Thane did to her younger cousin. She leaned back on her hands and watched the scene unfold, all the while feeling the ecstasy that was Ashyr's tongue. <br><br>Ashyr, in the meantime, finally felt the warm presence of the duegar's attentions. She readily complied to his maneuvering – the height discrepancies were merely a minor inconvenience now. They had learned since then to deal with what they had. And it was so worth it for the pleasured she knew his member could enact. He was much thicker than any drow male she could imagine, though his cock may have been slightly shorter than the average she was used to. It was certainly enough to fill her in a more than satisfactory fashion. It kept her coming back for more, anyway.<br><br>It was equal parts uncomfortable and exquisite when Thane Zhelek finally penetrated her. In was not an unexpected sensation. After long absences of dick filling her, she found that she grew tighter as her acclimation to such girth waned. He may have done a bit better getting her core used to such attentions with a finger or two, but Ashyr sure as hell wasn't complaining. She arched her back and moved her hips to accommodate the dark dwarf's highly anticipated attentions. Her hand that rubbed desperately against her clit did not move from its position. She caressed in circular motions until she could feel that fast, first climax approaching with inexorable speed.<br><br>“Fuck me, Zhelek” She whispered furtively against her cousin's tender flesh. It may have been a whisper, but it was well loud enough for the entire room to hear.<br><br>As this was happening, Ashyr found it within herself to finally draw her tongue across that ever-so-sensitive flesh that was her cousin's womanhood. Her tongue darted across that exposed clit, only to be alternated with heavy sucking that drew blood and sensation to that already tender part of her body. Selene was clearly getting as close to that first climax as her cousin was, and it didn't even take that much effort. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>08-03-2015, 16:26:24</strong>
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				It felt as if the priestess stared at the two of her consorts in some sort of analitical poise - as if she watched upon them while choosing who would be the one to enjoy her own pleasures first. As if she both admired and graded who of them could bring her more readily the pleasure she sought. Indeed, Zhelek had not become Thane by being a meek leader to the battle-craving duergar. Someone, the dwarf wasn't annoyed by that at all, his eyes waving over Selene's own delicious, rounded frame with desire. He too wanted to put her through the test once the urgent need to spear Ashyr was sated.<br><br>His strong arms tensed as the duergar's large hands slid down between Ashyr's own fork, just where her legs met her waist. Her flesh, as taut and toned as it was, was not nearly as rough as the surface of Zhelek's hands. And he was strong - his grip was like a vice, as he held her for the leverage needed in order to visit as deep into her nethers as he could. Her words echoed about the small chamber - the spells that allowed their privacy worked by also dimming any noise uttered inside the room that would otherwise be heart propagating about all the complex of caverns about. <br><br>And her words... her delicious voice, whispering the command, the order that he would follow into the Nine Hells and Back. Zhelek grinned, and grunted as he thrusted up agaisnt her, inside of her again. This time, he allowed himself the mumble of pleasure as her welcoming heat seemed to hold to his flesh, to constrict him. He had to push himself hard, in order to loosen her up enough to retreat for the next thrust, and so he ground his way into Ashyr's depths, his sway of hips coupled up with the slowly hiking speed with which he delivered her his invasions. <br><br>"Take it, Ashyr." He purred back, hissing with a grin as he started to pound her, harder, passionately. His desire for Ashyr could only be quenched as her own desire for him - momentarily at best. The little words and short exchanges only drove his desire on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>09-03-2015, 08:14:17</strong>
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				Ashyr could feel her climax fast approaching, especially with Zhelek's reply to her previous command. She fought it back but only barely. If she came now, she would not be able to finish off her cousin and fully appreciate the glory of the following after glow at the same time. The hand not currently caressing her own center of sensation rubbed gently up Selene's thigh. Her short fingernails left very light lines down the trail of soft skin. It made the sorceress shiver and gasp with delight as her hips pressed forward into her cousin's face. Ashyr knew the other woman's body and pleasures well. The ranger's fingers ended their journey at the exposed center of her legs and began to dip gently into her core. First one finger, then two: searching, spreading, stretching. All the while Ashyr's dexterous tongue darting back and forth between her lower lips.<br><br>After only a short time Ashyr began truly fucking Selene with her fingers, following the pace of the duegar's hips. She was not going for depth, but for that little spot just a couple knuckles in that would drive her cousin wild. The sorceress soon became very vocal in her pleasure. She moaned and encouraged, each utterance growing more breathy and desperate. Ashyr could both see and feel the telltale signs of her cousin's climax fast approaching. Only then did she let herself go back on that same trail.<br><br>Both Drow came to glorious completion more or less at the same time. Ashyr could feel the tightness and then the spasm around her fingers, just as Zhelek would feel that against his cock. She would be very surprised if he lasted through that. <br><br>Selene gasped and leaned back on her hands as she let the waves of delight pass through her. Ashyr had to grasp the table for support. They went completely silent as this happened, not even breath escaped their mouths since the force of sensation took it away. A couple seconds passed before the women took breath again. Their exposed breasts heaved with the excitement and lack of oxygen. <br><br>The ranger had a feeling that, once it passed, they would only be left wanting more. She knew from experience that Zhelek was as up for it as either drow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>12-03-2015, 03:12:58</strong>
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				The dwarf huffed hard, but even before the drow were taking the hike up their pleasant orgasms, he was rocking his way into Ashyr. Harder, almost desperately so, as his hands slid and held to her waist, then down to her thighs and up her ass again - his large hands squeezing her flesh demandingly, his fingers almost digging into her taut and deliciously smooth hips. By the gods, it had been a long time since he had been with a woman, and Ashyr of all he had ever been was certainly one of the best lays. He had not really thought that she'd approach as lecherously needed as she had - for the presence of her cousin, as delicate and serious as Selene was&nbsp; - had given him the... wrong impression that she would refrain her approach. <br><br>The slams he gave the ranger still sent her rocking up hard against the table, feverishly so. Ashyr could be a demanding lover, but so was Zhelek. And she knew that he could deliver. The powerful pounding he gave her core - his shaft increasing the already tight fit between the two of them to a new height of intensity was only driven overboard when the clenching of her pleasure drove forward the friction between the two of them. And mounting her, did Zhelek finally reached his own apex.<br><br>Deep into her core, he hilted himself just as she rode her pleasure, and Zhelek allowed himself the same, urgent and feverish release. He exploded into her core, his seed pouring richly into her through powerful, intense jolts joined by his own gasps and grunts of pleasure. He huffed hard, losing his own breath as he throbbed and unloaded all he could into her. The first load of&nbsp; the day, and that had been delivered with the impact of his hand on her ass. The loud slap was more playful than painful, however, and Zhelek dared remaining inside of Ashyr, grinding himself into her with his still-hard manhood for as long as he could.<br><br>The duergar leaned forward against the ranger's back, and he licked from her lower back over her shoulder, tasting of her sweat. "...Just... the first course." He grinned, licking her again. "We still have much to defuse... before we may trully talk business." The Thane said as his eyes stared up lustfully towards Selene with a longing desire she had not seen in any drow male or slave of her household. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 06:29:27</strong>
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				The ranger let out a feral growl at the back of her throat. She looked back at the duegar with a wicked grin as he tasted the sweat from her back. She thrust back on him one more time before removing herself from his grasp entirely. There was a strange sense of satisfaction she felt as his leavings dripped down her leg as she stood upright. To a female drow, it was a sort of ownership to drive a male to such a passion that he left a part of himself inside her. A sort of domination. He, of course, would probably have the opposite sentiments. Domination would be the spread of his seed in his male-driven society. Thankfully, in this case, it could come to nothing – much unlike the case if she had relations with something more... biologically compatible with drow. <br><br>When Ashyr looked up, she could see the signs of barely concealed disgust on her cousin's face when she regarded the duegar drawing his fat tongue along Ashyr's back. It was something so subtle that even a fellow drow would have not seen the signs unless she had known Selene for decades, as Ashyr had. But there was also that look of curiosity. Selene wanted to know what the dark dwarf could do to make her relative climax so hard. <br><br>Ranger took sorceress by the hand and led her to the small alcove she had discovered before. It reminded her of times spent in the Thane's presence, and made her excited for the future events of the night. Ashyr bid Selene to sit down within while the ranger dug through her own belongings briefly. She produced a large skin of surface water from within and drank deeply. Then she sat down across from her fellow drow with just enough room between them for Zhelek to sit, should he desire.<br><br>Selene waited expectantly, wary eyes on the male. How different he was in body than the males she knew. How hot his lust did burn beneath his eyes. She always wondered why Ashyr was so much kinkier than even the drow customarily were – there wasn't a whole lot of inter-species sexual relations in their large community. Maybe the sex was just better with other races, and Ashyr was keeping it a secret from everyone. It would be very like the ranger. Well, Selene now was determined to find out. She was the scholarly type, after all, and this was just a learning experience.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>15-03-2015, 20:34:55</strong>
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				In the Underdark, Survival was mostly dependent and exhaustively played upon Dominance. The Dominant one would tolerate no challenge and broke no argument, and it's needs and demands would be attended until the display of Dominance was challenged or usurped. So it was that Zhelek and Ashyr both enjoyed their couplings by making sure each took the profered measure of offering that told the two of them who would be topping about in their relationship. Personally, it did not mind to Zhelek. He had proven himself valuable to the drow again and again, and so had the ranger and her cousin to his own interests. To reave his pleasure from Ashyr's body only increased the measures of respect and pledge to her - as loyalty went between their races. <br><br>The Duergar, like the Drow, were known for their public displays of unshaking honor and loyalty, but also heard of for their underhand ways. The dark dwarves were as much poisoners and backstabbers as the dark elves - for such was the demand of power to ensure survival and momentaneous safety in the Sunless Realms. The last thrust the ranger had pushed back against him was as if a tender way to tell the Thane that she was still the one in control - and he did not mind that. The unease and disgust on Selene's face, though, that had called his attentions. The male grinned as he took up his breathe, and wandered to take another sip - this time, straight from the bottle rather than pouring himself a goblet. He looked upon the females, and smirked.<br><br>Of course it would be Ashyr to guide the priestess into the alcone, to rest upon the confortable bed he had managed to set up for him. Slowly he took his place, his hands tenderly trailing from Ashyr's knee up to her waist - and reassuringly over Selene's own, doing the same gesture before he laid down on his back between both drow. The dwarf slid himself and rested on his elbows as he pushed himself until he was trully between them, his face level with both ladies' bosom.<br><br>A hand slid up over Selene's tendermost tummy, slowly sliding up and then down. His other hand took one of the priestess' hands, and guided it to his lips in a playful, mocking emulation of what the surfacers did as a greeting between man and woman. Yet, Zhelek turned then towards the ranger, the hand leaving Selene's to reach for the taller female's neck, and bringing her face to his so that he could claim from her lips a long, deep, demanding kiss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>15-03-2015, 21:51:21</strong>
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				Ashyr smirked back at the Thane when he looked upon her and Selene with a similar expression. The sorceress simply watched in contemplation and readiness - much like one of those cats that the ranger told her about. It was clear that Selene did not feel that amount of trust that existed between her cousin and the duegar. If he expected more, then he was a fool. <br><br>Selene went a bit still when the duegar's large hands began exploring her naked flesh. It wasn't exactly unpleasant nor unwelcome, but the sorceress wasn't sure how to act. It had been easier when it was her cousin also touching her. But he soon turned his attentions back to Ashyr, giving Selene free range to test the waters. The tentative drow's focus fell upon the other creature's markings across his body. She idly wondered what each marking did as she traced the lines of power with the delicate fingertips. Selene conjectured that she could probably figure the magicks out if she were to expel a bit of her own. Though it was true that she knew very, very little of how his brand of power worked. She contented herself, therefore, with simple wonderings and left it at that. <br><br>The sorceress's exploratory fingertips soon left the lines of those powerful markings and began to feel the flesh beneath. He was all hard muscle and sinew and hair. She flattened her hand against that tough torso to get a better idea of that physical power beneath. That hand wandered steadily downward with an obvious goal in mind; that organ she knew could be as pleasurable as it was thick, judging by Ashyr's reactions toward it.<br><br>Meanwhile, Ashyr found her face to be filled with Zhelek's own. She met his lips with a passion and demand that matched his. Her mouth filled with the taste of him – mixed, of course, with the taste of that strong liquid he was so fond of. One of her strong, callused hands rose to join her cousin's in the exploration of the male's body. The ranger was glad to see Selene finally begin to include her duegar companion. The very thought of watching her relatively delicate cousin getting plowed by that rough, demanding creature was driving Ashyr wild. With those thoughts in mind, her other hand fell down her own body to the white thatch that decorated the sensitive, aroused flesh between her legs. She rubbed her fingertips there in unhurried circular motions - it was still tender from her recent climax. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>15-03-2015, 22:13:45</strong>
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				The ranger's passions were a match to the Thane's in every regard. She had grown used to his furred face - a reason of pride between his people. Zhelek's beard, as befit a warrior of his station, was always well-groomed, perhaps as much as Selene's hair - given that the noble drow would most usually have the means and servants to attend to her mane, while Ashyr's particular trade meant she would most likely make do without that care. Scented oils and combing made the rich, grey beard of the duergar smooth and soft to the touch, like silk. It caressed Ashyr's cheeks like pillows of cotton pressed to her face, in a sense, while his lips claimed and was demanded by her own. His tongue pressed hard into her mouth, the Thane tried to make sure that her passion was matched.<br><br>And then, he felt Selene's softmost hands sliding over his frame. Tenderly she touched him, more curious than careful, it seemed. He knew what she sought - the lines of his tatooed frame, the magical energies that laid in rest underneath the painted, geometrical shapes screaming to the eyes of another caster of the arcane. Zhelek kissed Ashyr one last time, playing his tongue against hers before his hand left her neck and slid down her back, and his head rested back slowly against Selene's shoulder and bosom. He was careful at his motion not to scare the female, but also made sure with the gesture to tell her he felt very much at ease with her. Perhaps not as intimate and natural as he felt with Ashyr, but leaning on that regard.<br><br>After all, the Thane had a steady playmate in the Ranger. One that he could mount whenever she visited, given her own acceptance and needs. Could he make Selene welcome his advances in the same way? A faint perhaps in his mind, the dwarf smirked up, and whispered to Selene alone - albeit he knew that Ashyr would hear, being so close. He thought that might amuse the ranger. "Each mark, a spell. Each tatoo, an enchantment." It was a strange custom to the drow, that some cults and arcanists of the duergar would 'maculate' their flesh with painful needles in order to harbour spells in them. "I would most eagerly show them all, tell you them all, Sorceress." He said as he looked up to her face, his own hand sliding over her tummy again, mimicking Selene's own touch on his frame. <br><br>"Selene." He smirked, lifting his head, before he dared to lean against her lips as well. Less demanding was his pressing kiss on Selene's lips - he was sure her impression on the taste and pressure of a duergar would be a new experience, specially by what he had seen of her exchange with her cousin. His other hand slid along Ashyr's thigh, and soon joined the ranger's nimble fingers against her womanhood - his grip sure, yet less urgent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>16-03-2015, 19:31:52</strong>
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				Selene, of course, knew the purpose of those markings across the Thane's body. She could tell magical from mundane. But he went on to offer a demonstration of each tattoo – presumably later. Her drow mind wasn't quite sure how to interpret such an offer. He could be eager to show her by casting each spell directly <em>on</em> her. It wouldn't be the first time a fellow practicer of the arcane attempted to showcase their repertoire with much more hostility than expected. Then again, the dark dwarf may have just been trying to be friendly, in which case there was some valuable knowledge he offered and an insight into his mind. She would have to think about that offer extensively before she accepted or refused.<br><br>The sorceress met his lips hesitantly. Honestly, she expected foul breath, rough lips, and an unpleasantly scratchy beard. She was pleasantly surprised when she found that none of those were accurate. Selene kissed him back tentatively at first, exploring, testing his mouth. Soon, however, she was fully invested in the action and fell into her natural form of lip-locking. She was nowhere near as demanding as her cousin, nor was she quite as dominant. The sorceress was still much more forceful than Zhelek would find in any female of his own kind. <br><br>She soon pushed him back slightly so she could crawl atop him and straddle his hips. It was a testament to how much she found herself to be enjoying his lips that she did not let them separate as she maneuvered. Like her cousin, Selene wasn't a big fan of being on bottom. It wasn't the most pleasurable position for any female – not physically, anyway. A little more control when a long way towards eventual climax.<br><br>While all this was happening, Ashyr reveled in Zhelek's strong touch against her sex. She reached over to take his member in her own hand: stroking, rubbing, preparing it for her cousin's use. The ranger wished she had one for her own enjoyment. Unfortunately, there were only dwarves and slaves within a reasonable distance. Slaves were too passive for the firebrand drow, and she was really picky when it came to duegar. Zhelek was the only one she found worthy of her bed. So she contented herself with the Thane's hand and hoped Selene would be done with him soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>16-03-2015, 20:22:21</strong>
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				It wasn't a completely-wrong suposition on the sorceress' mind, for many of the usual portrait of the duergar - specially between these more ''refined'' drow - saw and representer the dark dwarves as rough and brutish, with little care for hygiene. Yet, she laid not with one of the warriors that had stared at her body lewdly on her way into their outpost, but their very leader. The Thane was a nobleman, and as refined as one would expect from a wealthy and powerful lord. A lecherous one, truth be told. And Selene herself surprised the warrior, for when she moved up to mount him, the pressure of her lips against his own spoke that slowly she opened for his caresses.<br><br>Zhelek was slightly annoyed that his words seemed to echo about in the darkness unawnsered - of course that Selene's gesture spoke volumes of her consideration, if not acceptance, to his invitation. And she was soft. By the Gods, she felt smooth and soft against his hands. So did Ashyr, but the ranger was taut and strong; while her cousin was yelding and mellow. Zhelek wanted to keep her by for some more time when the ranger had to leave them, and spend some more days hammering himself into the prietess for as long as he could keep her as his personal guest. Maybe he could swoon her by discussing their roles in a plan to further both her and his own agendas?...<br><br>But that would be a plan for later. Let the words sink into her head, for at the moment he kissed the shorter, curvaceous drow tightly. With her over his lap, his eyes could divert to her bosom, as did one of his hands - the other still feverishly busy between Ashyr's legs - keeping her fire aflame. He grunted softly as he felt the ranger's strong grip readying his shaft and holding it straight for her cousin to take him at her leisure.<br><br>Life was Good, when one knew the right friends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>17-03-2015, 05:49:30</strong>
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				Ashyr let the Thane's hand work her nethers without any of her own input. Those hands had found a good rhythm – and anyway, she was keen to run her hands along he cousin's smooth skin as Zhelek's free hand was allowed to do. It would have been too awkward a position to reach over her own body, unfortunately. The ranger settled with caressing her own flesh. She drew her fingertips up her body to land on her pert breast. Those dexterous fingers tweaked at her hard nipples and sent electric jolts of pleasure to her already hot womanhood.<br><br>Selene felt finally ready to connect completely with Thane Zhelek after only a few moments more. Those strong hands of his made her want to test his physical strength and show him the power of her own. She feared she would be disappointing in the shadow of her more athletic and resourceful cousin's shadow, but she'd be damned if she didn't try. Perhaps literally. The spider queen was an unpredictable matron. The sorceress broke their passionate kiss to look down at her goal. She found her cousin to be facilitative of her actions. A quick glance over told her of the lecherous grin that quickly spread across Ashyr's face. That woman was enjoying this <em>too</em> much. Selene ignored it. <br><br>Her eyes focused on his, the sorceress lowered her body slowly upon Zhelek's girth. The impalement was slow and steady. He was, after all, thicker than she was used to. She knew this from the start. Her cousin had given her the details previous to this encounter, though at the time Selene assumed it to be knowledge that had nothing to do with her. Now it had everything to do with her. She found that she was just fine with this fact. Selene kept herself low purposefully to make it hard for him to control the situation. The drow was not quite ready for that. He could very easily take her by the hips and force it - if he were a stupid man. She watched his expression for just that reaction, planning to disengage immediately if he chose the forceful option.<br><br>Ashyr almost laughed at Selene's extreme wariness. It was true, however, that Ashyr herself had acted similarly upon her first coupling with the duegar. Trust was not a thing freely given by the creatures of the darkness. The ranger found her hand now free to roam the exposed skin of her fellow drow. She took full advantage of this and ran that hand up her thigh and onto her free breast. She now cupped one in each hand; one of hers and one of Selene's. Zhelek's ministrations were bringing her very close at this point, however. Her world was becoming less about what was beneath her palms and more about the dam of warmth that threatened to burst free.<br><br>“Keep going Zhelek,” Ashyr gasped. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 15:15:05</strong>
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				The dwarf thought seriously about forcing the sorceress down, to make the drow bounce out on his lap at his own desire and volition - but that would be terribly dangerous. To spit upon the most delicious favours he had ever endured by insulting Selene so would only work down to his ruin. So instead, Zhelek leaned back down underneath the slender, yet delicious round body of the priestess. She was... a different sort all over compared to Ashyr. The ranger was taut and tight on the flesh, but not so Selene - who was soft and rounder, more fleshy, shorter and languid in so many ways. While Zhelek had something of an emotional attachment to Ashyr, her cousin's body was more alluring to his senses.<br><br>And he didn't believe he could end up pushing Selene to the same sort of delicious relationship he currently courted with the ranger, but he would be damned if he did not try! To have both the ranger whenever she unexpectedly came back, and the priestess whenever they had the time between their scheming and plotting was the dream of a lifetime. Zhelek grunted eagerly as he started to feel this new womanhood at Selene's discretion, while she lowered herself slowly over his shaft. She felt way tighter than Ashyr - somehow, despite all the heathen cults of the drow, it had been the ranger the one to experiment with... other species... more often. Which meant she had gotten a little used - and so did her body - to different, exotic... insertions.<br><br>Not so with the priestess. At least as of yet, her warm heat welcomed his hardness as something different, new, alien. The pleasure he felt at the way she held him tight was something else and unexpected - the Thane was well used to rocking Ashyr's hips. He looked up at Selene's eyes, showing her his teeth in a grin. He licked his teeth tenderly, his hand between her cousin's legs suddenly pressing harder, a finger brushing deeper and squeezing her little orb - under her command, Zhelek would bring Ashyr to a rushing climax. She had only deigned herself to come back to his side because of that prowess of his.<br><br>And then, he leaned forward - his face brushing tenderly at Selene's bosom, his beard rubbing to her soft flesh. He would not be done without taking a tender taste of her ample chest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>26-03-2015, 03:41:41</strong>
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				A quick string of overworld profanity directly followed by gasping silence announced Ashyr's clash over the precipice of climax. It was so fucking good to be able to get off without resorting to one's fingers. A pleased and very naughty giggle came bubbling out from her grinning face with the relief of it all. She decided to lean back for a while and enjoy the glowing warmth she always experienced after a good orgasm.<br><br>Selene rode a little harder, a little faster with the encouraging goal her cousin just met in her own near future. The duegar sat up to tickle her body with that full, soft beard of his. He seemed to enjoy her bosom well enough – the sorceress couldn't imagine a body more lovely and supple than her own. That was rather a point of pride for the slightly self-absorbed drow woman. Other drow had more power than she did, but hers was the finest body in the land. Perhaps that was what allowed her to be where she was now and not... and not... She halted that train of thought abruptly. There was only pain, fear, and uncertainty down the path her brain almost led her.<br><br>Ashyr finally stirred herself from her reverie after only a few moments of watching her cousin fuck. Selene was wasting Zhelek's potential, in her opinion. Part of his charm was the power his legs and hips could apply to her greedy core. The ranger got up on her knees and slid in behind her cousin. Her hands began snaking over that dark, smooth flesh that was all silky perfection. Ashyr's lips came to Selene's ear just as both her hands met their destination at her hips. <br><br>“Ease up... let go. Let him have control for just a little bit. You won't regret it.” She whispered huskily. As she spoke, her dark eyes sought to meet the duegar's to give him a conspirator's grin. Ashyr knew very well what the Thane liked. Hell, she was beginning to feel that Zhelek owed her for this. How else would he be enjoying the company of both herself and her beautiful sorceress cousin? <br><br>The sorceress let out a sigh that shook with her arousal. She did as her cousin bade her and slowly gave him free range. It wasn't that great a sacrifice or degradation. After all, she was still on top. Ashyr knew best when it came to having relations with the exotic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>26-03-2015, 11:41:45</strong>
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				There was a sudden glow in the air between them all as the cloud of pleasure that enveloped the three of them hung over the smallish alcove - or so it seemed to dangle on the periphery of his vision at all times. The Thane grinned at both his prowess at driving Ashyr onwards to a climax by almost solely the use of his skilled, surprisingly nimble fingers - but also at how she had rolled out against her cousin, and how she uttered her words audible enough for him to hear. He stared at Ashyr, an accomplice - the one that would likely benefit from the little game she started to play. <br><br>And so it was that Zhelek's hands slid up graciously over Selene's body, while she moved tenderly over his lap. She managed to claim some pleasure of him, of course, but never enough as he could deliver, and the ranger knew it. Should he be grateful for letting her disarm the priestess' defences? Probably so. The duergar thrusted upwards into Selene suddenly, his large hands both coming to slide and hold her by the waist, in the place she rode, tenderly guiding her sway of hips with his vice-like grip. It was not as if he was trully forcing her to move yet, but the delicious friction increased a hundred fold with that tender motion. "...Let go." He leered up, nuzzling to Selene's bosom once more before his grip reached just where he wanted along her slender, lovely frame.<br><br>Suddenly, everything changed.<br><br>For Ashyr's words had not really prepared Selene for the passion that the dwarf was yet to reap on the dark elf's body, and he knew that either the display would have him killed or celebrated - adored - grudgingly so in the best of cases, perhaps. Yet, he would dare. Ashyr loved that, and perhaps her argument on to ease her cousin had actually meant to be a stroke of delight for him too.<br><br>So it was that Zhelek suddenly rolled over, without leaving his place. It was a maneuver that he had employed many times with the ranger, in other beddings and lodgings much more humble than the recently-enlarged, sculped quarters. Suddenly Selene took to the side as the duergar rolled over to lean over her body instead, his back turned to the ranger. His hands slid down from the priestess' waist to her ankles, folding her legs up against her flanks, as he could finally put all the strenght of his blow of hips to the drow's. The Thane pushed himself hard into the drow, finally making use of the impressive strenght behind his hips, driving himself deep with his powerful legs. His shaft, thick as it was, stretched Selene snugglily, while the position and power of his blows sent him deep enough to press against her cervix.<br><br>And he did so, literally pounding Selene away - fucking her hard, suddenly, so she would not trully resist for a moment. While he knew that Ashyr would probably appreciate the dwarf's sudden initiative, it was harder to discent the outcome of his sudden overwhelming of Selene.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>27-03-2015, 08:08:50</strong>
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				Ashyr knew well what was about to happen – purely by instinct. Without even thinking about it she got out of Zhelek's way as he rolled himself and Selene over. This... wasn't exactly what she meant by letting the duegar have control. She'd expected him to remain where he was to thrust up into her. Ashyr was confident that her cousin could handle that much. What he'd decided to do instead would be attempted by no man of her own race. They wouldn't dare. Especially during their first coupling with an individual. She grew very still; ready for whatever quick reaction may be necessary in light of these new events.<br><br>Selene didn't have any idea what was about to happen to her. She also expected something similar to what her cousin was thinking. One moment she was astride him, the next she was being pinned. The first expression that flashed across her countenance was that of surprise. That expression quickly devolved into an aggressive snarl. <br><br>Zhelek would see a definite family resemblance between the two cousins as Selene bared her teeth at him. A similar expression would often be on the ranger's face when he pulled the same maneuver on her. Ashyr, however, would fight back to try to regain control. Sometimes she succeeded. Sometimes she submitted to him in the end and enjoyed herself anyway. The snarl would naturally form into a feral yet not unpleased grin. Ashyr enjoyed a good amount of fight in her sexual playmates. So much so that she really didn't find it fun if they weren't around her equal in dominance. <br><br>Selene, however, simply looked pissed.<br><br>A stirring and gathering of power seemed to press against Ashyr's skin with Selene as the obvious source. The ranger quickly went to her cousin's side. A strong hand gripped Selene's neck – not crushingly so, but enough to interrupt any words of power she might say. Ashyr's lips then lowered to cover Selene's in a kiss as passionate as it was dominant. That seemed to be enough to distract the sorceress from whatever violence she planned against Zhelek. Ashyr pulled her hand away from her cousin's neck after a few seconds of kissing and let that appendage slide down to cup one of her full breasts.<br><br>“Shh...” she hushed her softly against Selene's lips. Her mouth pulled up very slightly so she could say, “Let it happen. It will be okay.”<br><br>The sorceress growled, but otherwise did not attempt any more violence. Besides, if she didn't think too hard about it, this position felt pretty good. Selene focused her attention on her cousin's pretty face and away from the creature pinning her. She could pretend that it was her cousin fucking her with a strap on and not some male. Then it felt <em>really</em> good. She just needed to get into the right headspace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>27-03-2015, 15:44:50</strong>
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				Zhelek was surprised. Many times, actually, was he astounded in those few seconds between him finally taking charge and rolling over the round, softer drow's body. Selene fumed, angrily for a moment, and he feared that he might have to take his hands from her hips to her neck, and under some constricting squeezes try to put the woman down. Yet, that would rather possibly put her off even further, and offending the priestess was not the Thane's purpose. On contraire, he hoped to manage to drive his purpose deep and hard into her welcoming core many times through their shared bedding, and to delay her, to keep her by his side for as long as he could. For that, he had to prove himself of more than fundamental importance to her schemes, be what they may be.<br><br>She didn't struggle. Ashyr would kick and try to roll away, her nails trying to dig at his flanks, arms of back. She would trash and buckle back against him, and unless he managed to hold her down and pin herself with the most powerful of his thrusts, she'd eventually manage to roll him over again. While Zhelek was very strong, the ranger was nimble and agile enough to contort her whole body underneath his arms and escape from his gripping hugs. And yet, Selene didn't. She just stared up angrily.<br><br>The duergar felt the sudden rush of energy as Selene stared up at him deadly. There was a hatred in her eyes, more probably than not the fruit of the outrage, perhaps even of the shame the drow felt underneath his powerful frame. He had to act fast, and was already trying to reach into his mind to pull some counterspell - yet, somehow, Zhelek knew that he would gather it too late. The utter pleasure he visited on Selene's core was locking him, both physically and mentally, between her slender legs. The dwarf felt the rush of power between them, and suddenly feared he had overleap cleanly any boundaries rather than pressing hard against them - as he had intended. There was no sure way to convince these proud ladies to see things his way, let alone do them as he could desire.<br><br>And then, Ashyr dove in to save him.<br><br>The duergar never thought he'd end up thanking her for allowing and helping him subdue her cousin. It was a small mark on his pride, but since he now could trully enjoy hilting himself to his stump inside Selene's soft body, he did not mind. Instead, while Selene was distracted by the sudden hold at her neck, the ranger's whispered words and then the subsequent, intense kiss between the drow, the duergar started to actually fuck Selene. The invasions few moments before were just a taste of the buckling wallop he could deliver - and now, the slam he delivered even sunk Selene more than a little in the bed mattress.&nbsp; Sturdily built, as anything dwarves dared put their hands to craft, it did creak slightly at the sudden invasion.<br><br>Zhelek pounded her with the fierceness of a giant, with the sudden and passionate pressure of deep rothé. His shaft went in true, and pressed hard into her very bottom, squeezing itself against her cervix, and guided by his experience with mounting Ashyr, the thane started to invade her in the same angles he knew he'd press hard over all the drow's sweet spots in single sliding rubs. It was an experience like no other. No male of her own race had ever dared plunder her core as intensely hard and feverishly as the dwarf did. And Zhelek reached a hand, sliding it along Ashyr's back. Tender and thankful, wordlessly so.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>28-03-2015, 19:57:56</strong>
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				It was Selene's turn to string together profanities, though, unlike her cousin, her favored ones were in undercommon. Ashyr was right, curse her. This was all right. More than all right. Zhelek was fucking her more thoroughly than she'd ever been fucked before. There was a sort of primal satisfaction in being impaled so deeply. She could understand why Ashyr favored males who were used to being dominant. Selene probably wouldn't seek them out as avidly as her sex-crazed relative, nor would she likely submit in this particular way again, but, in the future, she might consider another dalliance with Zhelek - or another like him. As long as she could ensure that no one from home found out.<br><br>The sorceress couldn't contemplate such things for very long. It took only moments before she was fully invested in being fucked. She didn't care about the past or the future or who knew what. She cared about climax fast approaching.<br><br>Ashyr was fast growing impatient with no one in a good position to service her needs. She was used to being the center of attention when sexy things were going on. The center of attention was where she wanted to be right now. Those two greedy bastards could get their satisfaction practically any time they wanted while she was stuck out on the surface alone and without a remotely trustworthy playmate. Sure, it was fairly amusing to witness the treatment she usually got from a third person's perspective. Even Ashyr was glad that there usually weren't many people around to see herself get railed like a common subservient. She wouldn't tell anyone about this time spent in Zhelek's chambers, but she was certain it would be very satisfying to tease he cousin about it.<br><br>For now, the ranger contented herself as much as she could by setting roaming hands and lips to the easily accessible parts of Selene's body. One of Ashyr's hands quickly abandoned that task to once again rub at her clit – which was steadily growing sore with all the misuse it was getting recently. She still wanted to get off at least a couple more times before she had to begin her mission at the surface. There was a lot to do up there. Ashyr feared she would be far too busy for another opportunity like this one.<br><br>Selene was clearly getting close. One of the sorceress' hands grabbed her cousin's almost painfully tight. Selene was much less vocal than Ashyr when hitting her climax. There were still all the other signs; a gasping, surprised look on her face; a contortion of the muscles in her back and abdomen. All followed by a look of exhausted ecstasy. All those signs were displayed then with Zhelek's cock plundering heretofore untested depths of her core.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>05-04-2015, 20:43:39</strong>
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				And so it was that the dwarf huffed her, burying himseld even deeper into the priestess than he had when mating Ashyr before, and buried into her core, Zhelek uttered a loud, deep growl of pleasure. While Selene's telltale signs of her climax were subtle, his own were not - for the dwarf slammed himself hard and harder into the female, before his whole body tensed up as he dared to explode and gush all his seed into her body. It poured richly, and for such a long time that the Thane dared say he was spraying even more of it inside the priestess than he had within the ranger's own depths. <br><br>So he buckled and trashed, hard against Selene's core as he unloaded himself, hoping beyond hope that the sorceress too shared on the same way Ashyr did regarding taking him and his seed to the core. Zhelek slowly took down his pace when he could no long contract and throb his hardness to push yet some more into the female... and then he lowered himself to groom Selene, kissing her lips tight and demandingly for a long, long while. The ranger's hands slid down along her cousin, but too they brushed against him. Zhelek smirked, caressing Selene's cheek while he kissed her... before leaning back.<br><br>And then, a demanging hand slid to Ashyr's hair and held her, bringing her face to his own lips. Zhelek too kissed her, eagerly so, before he slowly rolled over the ranger, sliding off and out of Selene. He kissed her more tenderly now - a display of affection almost unknown in their races, but one that on occasion the dwarf and drow had shared. It spoke of a cumplicity that neither were too fond on breaking, on letting go. Zhelek caressed Ashyr - for in this short moment, she was his - before sitting up and looking with satisfaction upon both women. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>06-04-2015, 22:04:19</strong>
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				Selene didn't have the energy to struggle when the duergar forced his mouth upon hers in that demanding way. It was like kissing a woman; all comfortable dominance and confidence. The sensation of his beard was not something that she could experience with either sex of her race. It was strange, and it tickled – this was something that would take the sorceress quite a long time to get used to. As she was now, she was willing to encounter her often enough to have a chance to acclimate to kissing a bearded creature. <br><br>The sorceress felt so... <em>sore</em> though. There was no life experience previous to this that could have prepared her for the beating she took. She took the chance to turn away from the other two creatures in the alcove when the dark dwarf crawled away from her body. Selene curled inward somewhat, of her side, her legs together. There was an urge in her to go get water to quench her thirst, but she was almost certain that she wouldn't be able to stand for quite some time.<br><br>Ashyr smiled against Zhelek's lips when he first guided himself to her. <em>Finally</em> the attention she deserved. She readily let him roll her over and away from her cousin, the ranger's legs instinctively spreading in open invitation. Ashyr well knew that it would be a few minutes before he could be anywhere near ready to pleasure her with anything near turgidness. Perhaps her apparent readiness would hurry the process along. The ranger decided that next time she came back from a long stay above ground, she would orchestrate an orgy rather than a threesome. Either that, or she would have Zhelek or Selene to herself. Then she would get that overwhelming need she always felt out of the way in a more punctual fashion. Even as that thought left her head, she realized how ridiculous it was. The anticipation she currently felt would soon be sated, and all the better for it. She could not bring herself to regret this threesome.<br><br>When the Thane pulled away from Ashyr to look at them both, the ranger turned her attention to her cousin. A wicked grin crossed Ashyr's face when she saw the state Selene was in. The ranger remembered the first time she was fucked as thoroughly as Selene had just been. There was a similar reaction. She couldn't walk properly for hours. At the present, of course, Ashyr was much more durable. The ranger placed a consoling hand on Selene's shoulder, that wicked grin still spread across her face.<br><br>“It's a lot to take in, isn't it?” Ashyr said, completely aware of the double-entendre. It was true both mentally and physically. “You'll recover.”<br><br>Selene groaned softly and turned to look at her cousin with a playful glare. Ashyr only stopped grinning long enough to kiss her cousin softly on the mouth. The sorceress did not try to move away. She clearly wasn't truly angry. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>11-04-2015, 14:46:00</strong>
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				The Thane huffed tenderly as he reached for the side of the alcove, and hiked himself up. Naked, he crossed the room to fetch the licquourous wine's bottle on the table they had started discussing their plans, and downed rich gulps straight. He was far too thirsty to allow himself the civility of pouring - and somehow he knew that even then the drow would likely not accept the drink. The duergar, like any and all dwarves, where particularly resistant to poisons. It was just another point for the females to avoid drinking - it was not uncommon for a dwarf to take the swig from the poisoned chalice before passing the same vessel on - the poison would work, but he would resist the effects long enough for the target to fall prey to the toxins before he could spit most out. <br><br>It didn't meant they were completely immune, and powerful poisons could still be debilitating, as in knocking one unconscious or driving the sight blurred for hours. It really depended on the spyce, and one could never be too careful. So he drunk, and brought the bottle close, laying it on the ground by the alcove before he parted the diaphanous curtain and joined the drow ladies once again. For a moment, Zhelek just stared at their dark bodies - darker in shade than his own. Even in the utter darkness his flesh seemed paler than their own. His hands slid along the women's ankles - the right over Selene's, the left over Ashyr's. "...I hope it was... pleasant." He grinned, talking to Selene tenderly, his hand sliding over her thigh to caress the priestess, soothingly. <br><br>"We'll manage to have many such congresses while I tell you of these." The hand slid up to his chest, showing her the tatoos for a moment before he once again slid himself between the women. Zhelek knew that it was Ashyr's turn, and already he was growing swollen, but he rested while his legs locked between the drow ranger's long limbs, and he wondered how she'd enjoy his mounting this time. <br><br>His hands slid to both ladies' bosoms, and now he could trully notice how different they were. Ashyr was athletic, her rack smaller in size and weight than her cousin's - but she was still impressive in every way. A female he would always desire. The first drow that had laid with him, and so far the only one that would return again and again. Zhelek decided to playfully tease her. "...And what do you tell from your adventures above, Ashyr? ...Did you lay with something as impressive as I am?" He chuckled, looking at the women both for some confirmation of his humorous remark. Knowing Ashyr, he knew that she was not above exploring the beasts of the Overworld in order to sate her burning lusts. Some, he heard, were better hung even than deep rothé - it was a common prejudice between drow and duergar, and many other races. Their Matriarchical society lend in to rumours of scorn, that said that drow females would lay with beasts in order to stroke their own lusts, more than a fact. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asminen</strong> on <strong>13-04-2015, 00:19:09</strong>
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				While the dark dwarf was getting his own refreshment, Ashyr took her chance to get her own water skin. She drank deeply from it before handing it off to Selene. Her cousin readily drank from that, clearly not worried that its contents may not be what she assumed they were. It was water, plain and simple. The cousins trusted each other more than they trusted any thing or any person in the world. For a drow, this meant the fairly common trust between friends of any race in the civilized Overworld. But it was a big deal so far underground.<br><br>“Yeah, well, maybe next time you could warn me.” Selene responded irritably.<br><br>Ashyr laughed at her cousin. “Yeah, she almost tried to blast you with – well, I don't know what she was going to do.” She paused and turned to poke at Selene's side. The sorceress twitched away from the ticklish touch with a wordless protest. “You know you liked it.” Ashy said in a sing-song voice.<br><br>Selene scoffed, but did not try to correct her cousin. She had enjoyed it, and had even said 'next time' when she replied to the dwarf's question. It had pretty much already been decided that she would let this sort of thing happen again, but now the words were out for everyone to hear if they were paying attention. That very thorough rutting must have addled her brain. A more... put-together Selene would not have let her intensions so readily know. It wasn't the Drow way.<br><br>The ranger gladly accepted Zhelek rejoining them fully in the alcove, a glistening smile bared white teeth. Selene was far more passive, but interest glittered in her eyes as she watched. The sorceress would need a bit more recovery time before she even wanted to think of going at it again. Ashyr, on the other hand, was eager. It was a shame that she couldn't display such eagerness. She didn't want to come across as a begging whelp. Both women let him touch their breasts without complaint. Of course Ashyr seemed a lot more pleased by the action. <br><br>Ashyr sat up and listened to Zhelek's question about the inhabitants of the overworld. “I haven't found anything up there quite as entertaining as you.” She said with a slight pout. “Why do you think I jump both of you whenever I've been up there for a long time? Up there, it's only wildlife and people who want nothing to do with me.” Her tone remained playfully petulant. It hid the true frustration she felt towards that subject. Pass it off as a joke and no one could realize just how much it bothered her.<br><br>The ranger leaned toward the duegar, her face and body very near his own. “You know how insatiable I can be.” She whispered to him in a husky tone, her eyes peering downward towards his slowly resurrecting member. One of her hands followed her gaze and came to rest tantalizingly close to his sex. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ashyr's Dilemma [Asminen &amp; LordLuck]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordLuck</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 19:35:51</strong>
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				Zhelek grinned, his shaft already growing swollen again, dangling in close to the hand that touched him up. The duergar smirked at her compliment - his racial prejudice telling that it was a rather hollow one, but still he did enjoy the warmth it brought to his pride - a tender caress as welcomed as the drow ladies' hands over his flesh. He leaned in close to Ashyr, chuckling still, taking his kiss to her lips - a soft, yet appreciating kiss, before he rolled on to Selene. "I'll make sure that your cousin enjoys my hospitality for as long as she desires, Ashyr. While she is a little soft comparing to you..." He took a hand to tenderly pinch at her belly, on her flank. "...I know we'll be having some congresses on what she tried to blast me with."<br><br>The mood of the room was suddenly way lighter than before - for now the intimacies shared and the pleasure ridden, the three of them could relax. Or, the assassin would finally show himself. It was not unknown of murderers to allow themselves to lay with their victims before slipping the dagger on the back one a bliss-numbed target. Yet, Ashyr and Zhelek had shared this moment before many times, and the Thane didn't really feel threatened in any way at that most pleasant moment. He moved to slide a leg underneath Ashyr's own, lifting her over his frame slowly, his hand sliding underneath her back so he could lift her body easily over his own - the ranger was a thin woman, athletic and powerful of limb, but still he could easily handle her up this close and personal. It was on technique that she surpassed him. <br><br>His shaft poked tenderly against her backside. "...And how would you like to taste me this time, insatiable?" He grinned, knowing that Ashyr could get off herself by simply taking him deeper than anything into her throat. Yet, he thought she could enjoy a ride, even though she was very aware he'd push himself deeper into her core if he did top. He would let the ranger take the choice and decision. There was nothing for him to lose. <br>
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