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Fate's Vengence	By : Livia_Caste Category: +A through F > Dungeons & Dragons Views: 3789 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Dungeons and Dragons franchise it is (c) to Wizards of the Coast, Any character similarities are unintended, I do not make any money from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Warming Party
- 2-Saved by Her Ass
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Why Spider, Snow, and I ever separated, I'll never fully understand. Snow was too caught up in her religious rampage, and I wasn't going to die for her silly God. Spider just got bored I suppose, my conquest for gold didn't much interest her. I miss the days we stormed the snowy mountains and wasted our time away drunkenly dancing and playing about the white flakes falling from the sky.

     The cell door slams shut, and the rough handed orc spits on my shoulder as he trots away. All this over a petty crime. Though I suppose 'my sword flew out of my hand and into his chest' was a poor excuse. My intention was not to kill that man, I swear by Bane it wasn't! Though come to think of it, I could have killed a less important person... say, someone who's not the Commander of the Imperial Fleet. Anyways. The entire Dragon Coast is after my head, and I'm currently locked away on some bounty-hunter's sloop. Great.

     The sounds of gulls are heard from overhead. The smell of murky sea water becomes masked by fresh baked goods and mineworkers towing their ore. I lean against the wooden planks scarcely holding the sorry excuse for a ship together, pressing my bronze colored eyes against the opening I looked out to the docks. I let out a deep sigh of relief. We weren't at the capital yet. I needed a plan, and quick. I back up and look above me. More light pouring through a small barred square window, about four feet over my head. I hastily pushed a few crates together, and climbed up. My arm was able to reach out between the bars, but nothing was around the mantel. No pins to pull, no hinges to undo. Feeling a bit hopeless, I retract my arm and watch the various sailors at port.

     Men, woman, children. They all chatter about, minding their own business. No one seems to care as the orc mercenaries port and come to shore for supplies, and a few mugs of mead no doubt. That's when it struck me. I knew where we were. Westgate! Oh thank The Black Hand! Of any place in the Dragon Coast to be, it had to be the theives rat hole. Last I knew, a close assassin friend had been staying near here. It's a long shot, but as I said... I was blessed with luck. I looked around, scanning the crowds.

     “Tiefling, female, no tail. Come on, work with me.” I mumble to myself lowly. My push my tasseled greased up hair from my eyes, “Yes..yes..yes!” My eyes widened with excitement, “Ah fuck, she has a tail..” I slump to the ground and grab my legs in frustration. It was a long shot anyways. Only one more last hope sprung to mind. I crawled up into the rafter that ran over my head, and waited patiently, hoping the crew wasn't returning for a while more. My arms cramped, my legs shook and I was falling asleep from pure exhaustion. Then it happened, what I had been waiting for. My final hope. A small wet rat crawled out from the planks and sniffed around the crates I stacked earlier. It nibbled the wood, then scampered up the side on top of it.
     “Three...” my lips silently spoke, “Two...” I bent over the vermin. “One.” My legs collapsed from the support beam and my hands flew in front of me, grabbing the damp rodent. It squealed in my hands and bit at me. I winced and grunted in pain as I wrenched it from my bone. I took my boot off and shoved him inside, covering up the top. Sitting atop the boot, I tore a piece of my sleeve off and wrote a message in my blood the rat spilled. It went:
“To whomever this message gets to: Please get this to the tailless female tiefling. If you don't already know who I'm referring to, I need the assassin. There. Now you should know who I want. Tell her, 'That annoying human girl, the one that worships Bane, needs your help...again.' I'm on an orcish sloop. Their mast bares a boar's head on a spike.
I tied the note off to the vermin trapped in the boot and tossed him to the deck. He turned and gave a final hiss at me before scurrying off into the dingy allies, swerving in and out of thugs and thieves. I slunk back down to the crate, muttering, again to myself, “Now, go find me my little arachnid...”

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We shoved off port about 15 hours ago. I hoped the message reached her in time, but it seems my luck ran faulty today. I never said I had good luck, just luck. Water dripped from the top deck, pooling in my hands. The water was fresh, saltless, it had to had been brought aboard from Westgate. I reached out for another handful of water, it's clear waves still pouring from the crevice. Then, something strange happened. I did not draw it to my lips again. The water started to feel warm. As I allowed it to overflow my cupped digits, it's color faded into a deep brick red.

     “The Nine Hells?!” I fell backwards, throwing my hands above my head. The blood splattered on my face and drooled off my chin. Suddenly there was a commotion above me. But it didn't sound like an epic battle against pirating ships. Just thud. After thud. An occasional grunt or gasp. Followed by a final thud.

     I no longer questioned the Nine Hells. I knew exactly what happened. The door to the top deck burst open across the room, light flooded the prison cell. The body of a male orc, wearing an obviously stolen captains jacket, tumbled down the stairs. Gasping and pleading for his life.

     “Please! Anything, I'll give you anything!” He grunted in a desperate cry.

     “The prisoner.” A female voice demanded.

     “Here, take the keys--” His shaking hand pulled them from his coat pocket, “Now please just let me g--” His irritatingly raspy voice was silenced by two throwing knives lodged in the neck. The stairs creaked as the girl descended and her shadow disappeared behind her face. A smile slipped onto my lips as I grabbed hold of the iron bars and calmly stated her name, “Spider.”

     “Good to see you recognize me.” The sexy assassin softly spoke as she wedged the knifes out of the man's throat.

     “It was a bit difficult to tell exactly who the red-skinned, horned, woman was through the sprays of blood.” My words dripped with sarcasm.

     “Excuse me, did you not wish for my assistance, or nae?” Spider swung the key around her index finger mocking my capture.
     “Alright, alright.” I backed away from the hinged door, “You're right, as always.”
     Spider nodded in agreement and unlocked the bars. She knelt down grabbing hold of my shackles, and I excepted her to release me of my bonds. The breath was stolen right from my lungs when I was flung around, my face slammed into a tiny pool of blood, bent over the staked crates. I took a deep breath before breaking out into rage, “What do you think you're doing?!”

     “You owe me something, Aggra.” Spider snickered wielding a dagger in one hand, my chains in the other.
     “Wha-What could I possibly owe you? I never borrowed a silver from you!” She jerked my chain back and held my head down in the muddied blood.
     “'Calm down Spider, you'll have another chance, eventually'” She mimicked my words from some time ago. “Does that ring a bell?” My heart plummeted through the ship, to the bottom of the coast. And then I remembered what I promised her. She could obviously tell, “What's wrong, trying to revoke that chance?”
     “No-” I started, “But I don't really think this is the plac--” I felt a dagger sink down my back, trailing my spine, slitting open my prisoners garments. They fell to the ground and I stood there naked, pressed against the bodily fluids of my enemies, with a hot tiefling with a dagger pressed against the back of my neck. Oh Bane's black hand how do I manage these things?
     Spider jammed the dagger into the crate, missing my forehead by fractions of an inch. Her soft hand ran down my back, and between my legs. The sticky moist sensation must have pleased her, for she gasped with a bit of surprise at my wetness. Her touch certainly pricked the hairs on the back of my neck.“Oh my.” Spider snickered. Her fingertips massaged my clit softly, rotating clockwise. I moaned in anticipation of what would come next. That's when she stopped, and pulled her hand away. She licked me up and yanked the chains again, this time they caused a slight blistering on my wrists. The pain felt good. My body started to tremble, begging for the return of her fingers. And she promptly accommodated. Before I knew it, her fingers were inside of me. My tight opening would not allow more than two of her digits. She worked me hard and rough, releasing her grip on the chains and moving her free hand to my chest. She kneaded my breast tenderly, then without much warning twisted my nipple in a vice. I screamed in pleasure and pain, they were one in the same. Spider turned me over and had me face her. She dug deeper into my body, and squeezed a third finger in. My arms wrapped around her neck and my face buried into her long loose hair. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, and was about to cum, she stopped dead in her tracks. My heart pounded, and her expression was one of a victorious goddess. I thrust my hips violently into her hand, forcing her to continue. But she withdrew and collapsed on her knees, and in an instant began to bury her face between my thighs. Spider's tongue pressed against my most sensitive spots, and I shook from the intense pleasure. Her hands gripped my sides and her pointed nails split open the surface of my skin.
     I could feel the cum in my body backing up, getting ready to fire. I lifted her head by her horns and short breathed I muttered, “S-stop, I don't want to finish in your mouth...” Of course that was a challenge to her. She pushed my hands away and resumed her specialty skill. Like an guard loading his crossbow with bolts, my body prepared to aim and fire. Spider groaned in amazement and an overwhelming sense of accomplishment, as my body flowed into her mouth. My own head shot back against the wall, mouth open, but no sound would come out. My voice had been stolen by ecstasy.

My sexy savior wiped her mouth clean and finally unshackled me. The key hit the ground, and my hands and knees hit the floor. Shivering from the salty water that laced the cell's grounding, I pulled together my torn clothes. Spider fetched my armor and effects from the chest across the room and allowed me to suit up.

We walked to the top deck together and took a look around. Luckily enough Spider and I had enough adventures together we knew our exact location. Unfortunately my trail of good luck had ended at her arrival. The ship was headed straight for a sea of jagged rocks. Joy. Spider attempted to steer us away, but our power struggle below deck had taken a bit too much time. The ship was doomed to sink. We climbed into the miniscule rowboat that hung off the starboard bow, and crammed next to one another.
     We rowed as fast as we could away from the deadly rocks, but the riptide caught us. It was no use. The rowboat collided with the stone spears and smashed it to pieces. Terrified, I grabbed hold to Spider.
     “Let go, Aggra!” She spat water, “You are NOT helping!”
     “Not trying to help! Trying not to drown!” Did I ever mention that I couldn't swim?
     Spider grabbed hold of a drifting piece of ship that floated nearby, “Here grab onto this!” she pushed it over to me and I clung to it like white on rice. Spider then fetched herself another ship fragment, and tied it to my own with twine kept in my bag of holding. We drifted along the Dragon Coast, wondering how we ever got ourselves into this mess

     “Why do I always have to save your ass?” Spider sighed.

     “Because you love my ass.” I smirked.
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