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Emperor’s Lanceboard	By : DCS Category: +A through F > Baldur's Gate Views: 1021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sergeant Arledge had remained downstairs in the tavern’s feast hall for some time after the Drow woman had departed. Obligated to keep the company in check, he needed to remain visible and at least some drunken brawl start over a petty slight during a card game, or worse, they were marshaled to address a threat. Still, his gaze frequently wandered to the stairs where he saw her last.
One tankard, then two down….soldiers retired and slowly, the night crawled on. When finally he could retire, Arledge rose from his seat and made his way through the hall. Along the way he offered a few affirming shoulder pats and nods in passing the familiar faces that formed his company. Tired, they were all tired and battle-worn, with many friends lost in recent days. Tomorrow was promised to no one.
Alone, he retired to his room, and before closing the door, he reflected on the conversation earlier with the woman whose skin resembled the mystery of the night. Looking at his bedroom door, he decided not to close it all the way, leaving it just slightly cracked as an invitation should she so desire that….bath. Rumors and training about the dangers of the Drow abound, but if he was to die in bed it was a far kinder death than that which he had witnessed in recent weeks. Let her come.
Weary, he claimed the only seat in his far more comfortable room and relaxed into it. Letting the weight of duty and battle fall away in that moment. As he waited, hoping that she might be the shadow that opened the door to his room, Arledge began to undo his scuffed and dented armor. Gauntlets were removed first, causing him to pause and look upon his own hands, noting the creeping effect of age and the many hardships he had endured. Hands that had commanded troops, slain foes, comforted friends and upheld the law.
Though he was not a man of any particular faith, he muttered a silent prayer that the Gods would let his hands savor the body of a lover one last time before a foe claimed him on the battlefield.
Gauntlets off, he continued to undo his armor, mindfully setting aside each item so that it was at ready for quickly if he was called to rally. Bit by bit, the armor was set aside, and all throughout the act his eyes skipped between the crack of the door and the only private bath in the tavern.
It was as hope for the comfort of a companion for the night faded that the door to his room was slowly opened, and from the other side, a familiar feminine voice from earlier that night. “I…must apologize, but am I intruding?”
“No, come in. You are welcome to close the door behind yourself if….you want.” Relief washed over him, and though tired from a long day of toil, he found himself renewed by the fresh prospects before him.
From where he sat, he watched as Yvonstra walked into the room and closed the door behind herself. At a quick glance, she appeared unarmed, though he knew better than to trust such appearances.
“If…you feel we need privacy, you may bolt it.” The ale had gone to his head, and normally such a thing would never be invited. Once she bolted the door, he leaned back into his chair fully, looking upon her without a gentleman’s reservation.
Yvonstra glanced at him from over a shoulder, considering him in silence and then began to cross the room toward him. As she walked him toward, Arledge rose from his seat, uncertain as to what would happen but welcoming it all the same. Between them, there would be no words as she pressed herself to him, her hands going to the lacing of his tunic, eyes closing as her lips pressed to his. Within moments her lips parted with an eager desire to explore and savor his tongue and mouth alike.
Within that kiss they explored one another, savoring each other's taste and the unseen play of tongues as lovers first enjoyed one another. When the kiss finally broke, it was only so that she could address him adequately with her needs.
“You may undress me,” she whispered after their kiss broke. Her lips were so close to his, that the words brushed her lips to his. By now, she’d finished unlacing his tunic. His pants would wait.
Flush from the moment's passion, he regarded her for but a second, unused to a woman giving him orders in the bedroom. All the same, he found a thrill in it. There was a charm to having a lover tell you exactly what they wanted and when. “It would be my pleasure to do so.” A slight smirk pulled at his lips as he reached forward to collect the bottom edge of her shirt into his hands, only to stop.
Without a word spoken, he knelt before her and then collected the bottom edge of her shirt into his teeth. Slowly, he rose, using only his mouth to begin the process of pulling her shirt up and off her, until the point where his hands would required to complete the task. With her shirt off he resisted the urge to simply step back and admire the body of the Drow woman before him. Even in the low glow of the small fireplace in the room he found himself fascinated with the details of her body; from what scars he could see, she was as much a veteran of strife as he.
Once more, he stepped to her, pressing his lips to hers, before shifting his affection to her body. From her lips, to her neck, collarbone, and breasts, he left a trail of kisses upon the body of the stranger in his room. Each kiss rewarded with a steady panting as her arousal grew. It would be unworthy to have immediately kneeled before her to remove her pants; he would lower himself along her, letting his lips adore and explore her for the rare beauty she was. Only when his lips pressed to the tender flesh just below her naval did he settle onto his knees fully before her.
Kneeling before her, one of her hands slipped into his auburn hair and approvingly combed through his locks. With steady hands, he reached forward, gently strumming his fingertips along the seam of her leather pants, a soft exploratory tease that sought approval before pressing the matter further. Urging him on, her hips tilted, favoring his fleeting touch in a gesture was quickly understood that she wanted more.
Already, he was uncomfortably hard and wanted free of his own pants, but she came first.
Without hesitation, he made quick work of the front lacing of her leather pants and then began to peel them down slowly. With reverence, his lips once more found her flesh, kissing a trail from her lower belly, stopping just shy of the top of her slit. Expectantly, he looked up at her, her gaze meeting his for a moment before offering an approving nod, signally that he may continue to worship her body with his lips. With her pants about her thighs, he placed a final reverent kiss upon the drow’s bare soft cunt lips before pressing forward with his tongue to offer her a slow lap of his tongue - learning the taste of her most intimate parts: he loved it.
“My bath, now.” A simple command, and one he was all too happy to attend to. He leaned back and fully peeled down her leather pants, helping her to carefully step free of them before rising from his kneeling position before her. Commanding men just…came naturally to her.
As he stood, she moved toward the tub, noting the magic enchantments on it to keep the water within it warm and clean. Alongside the tub there was an assortment of goods for bathing, but those were not her concern. As she walked to the tub she cast a quick look over a shoulder back at him, “You may undress yourself.”
It was not that he needed her permission to undress so much as he wanted it. When he was mercifully free of his clothing, she awaited him alongside the tub, expecting they would bathe together. Of course, with the human male fully in the nude, she cast a quick and appraising look over at him. Offering an unapologetic and judging inspection of what his body looked like, free of all that armor and of course, his rigid cock that would be her distraction through the night.

Mindful of his role, he stepped into the warm bath first and then held out a hand to take hers. Hand in hand he guided her into the bath, not that she needed it, but that it was expected of him. While still holding her hand, he guided her to him, turning her so that she came to stand before him, the swell of her ass pressing back to him so that his stiff member would nuzzle between the soft cheeks a moment and there find some teasing comfort.
He sat down into the bath first, carefully situating himself as to welcome her to join him in the bath. When she finally lowered herself into the bath, the rising warm waters offered the lingering post-battle ache in her body some much-needed relief. Seated in the bath, she found herself carefully situated between his legs, which were bent at the knees to accommodate her and the size of the bath. With her back to his chest, she leaned back and tilted her head to look back to him slightly.
Lost in the moment of the embrace, she sighed. As her body relaxed with unspoken relief, her hands claimed his and brought them up to her breasts. Slowly and teasingly guiding his curious exploration of his body for a moment before she let one of his hands go to grab from the nearby tray a bar of the soap, which was in turn handed to him.
With his heavy breathing in her ears, she relaxed as his hands made slow work of washing away her hardships. Breasts, arms, chest, shoulders, belly…he did as ordered with the diligence of a man of great discipline. It was as his hands slid to between her inner thighs that the soap was discarded. With some respectful reservation, his hands gently slid over the bare outer lips of her sex. Making her desire for more known to him, she reached out to one of his legs, and gently ran her nails along his flesh….pace matching the passage of his hands. She lifted her hips, pressing herself up to his hand to seek more pleasure.
With that unspoken permission granted, he slid a middle finger between her warm folds and gently explored, seeking just the right smoke to evoke an undeniable reaction from her. The moment his finger gently brushed against her clit she left out a hard grasp, physically bracing and tensing with wanton need. The sort of desire that told him there was no point holding back any further.
Carefully he’d begin rubbing her clit, learning the pacing and manipulations to evoke the most pleasure by her reactions alone. He was not the kind of lover to blindly fumble, so much as to learn as much as possible through observation before exploiting that knowledge for their mutual pleasure. With her resting against him in the bath he toyed with her, teasing her as he learned how to edge her ever closer only to back away. He had listened to her orders, now he wanted to hear her moan.
As much as he might want to fuck her, he needed this tease as much as she did. He needed to feel a lover, to hear someone’s pleasure, to taste someone in the most intimate of ways, to just be present in the moment of passion away from battle. In particular, he loved the way she moaned. It wouldn’t take long for him to learn how to edge her, and bring her ever so close, only to be denied again until suddenly, through her body he could feel the climax build and then break as a shuddering, almost pained cry, a cry he had to be quickly silence. But with what?
The hand that was cupping a breast moved to her mouth. He thought to cover her mouth to muffle her pleasure….only to be rewarded with an unexpected stab of pain as she bit down onto his hand, muffling the cries of her exhausted climax upon his flesh….drawing blood. Everything about it was electric, stirring something within him that demanded more.
The pain evoked a hot, hostile growl from him in her ear, one she found exciting. Still, the hand now skillfully playing with her clit was far from done. With his one hand still captive between her teeth, his other hand continued it’s dutiful work, evoking moans anew, which were now muffled on his wounded hand. No matter what the future brought, he hoped that the wound would scar. That her mark upon him would remain to his last day.
The second climax came as a surprise to him, one that was swift and sudden as her body grew rigid and her legs pressed to the tub as to press her back to him in the moment. This time it hit in sudden winding waves of pleasure that made her hands grip the edge of the basin, thighs trembling until last it has passed and he could feel her sag against him. With a final elated sigh, she opened her mouth to free his hand.
“The bed,” he whispered while nuzzling his face into her hair.
Without hesitation, she rose and climbed from the bath, carefully exiting and turning to wait for him to join her. No sooner was he out of the tub were the two once more in each other's arms, mouths locked together in a needy desire for more as their bare bodies pressed together. Step by step, he guided her backward toward the bed.
At the bed proper she sat back upon it, noting the superior comfort and height of his bed to her own. The height was something he also considered, as it placed her hips at the right height for his use while remaining standing. Without reservation, he reached down to grab one of her thighs and lifted it as his eyes swept over the wet body of the woman under him. Leaning forward his mouth sealed itself on a nipple, sucking as the tip of his tongue teased the tender flesh as his other hand grabbed his rigid shaft.
Encouraging him on, one of her hands slipped into his hair, as the other gripped the bedding in preparation for what was to come. Releasing her nipple, he once more l moved to kiss her on the lips, the shift in their alignment allowing for him to teasing bring the sensitive head of his cock to press to the lips of her slot. He rubbed himself against her, savoring the tease while fully denying himself the pleasure of her heat. Urging him on, she lifted her other leg, wrapping it about his waist, pulling him toward him. Without hesitation, he pressed to her, seeking the comfort of finally being able to bury his girth into her. Locked in the kiss he quelled his own throaty moan in their kiss, savoring the first satisfying moment of fully hilt himself into her depths. Without reservation, his hips bucked, seeking to find the right rhythm for their mutual pleasure.
The kiss was broken when she tilted her head back, throat bared as she panted with pleasure. Seizing her thighs, he used them for leverage and finally was free to claim the reward he’d waited the evening for. It took but a few moments for him to find the right pacing and angle to begin to sate their mutual needs.
Still, she was not to be an utterly selfish lover, intent on taking from him without return. Pacing his thrusts, she bore down, gripping his length when it was buried deepest in her, before withdrawing. He’d more than earned his pleasure and she intended to reward him well for the evening's service. Even so, she struggled to keep up with his increasingly needy pace.
“Ahhh, like that….” broken whispered encouragement from her, accented by his labored breathing. “By Llloth harder,” not all words were tender, the mention of the Spider Goddess but a day before would have disturbed him. Only now, it spurred him on. The harder pacing of their mating evoked from her the lusty moans that no amount of her willpower could hold back. His need to take her built to such a degree that he had begun pulling upon her hips for leverage. It was in one such forceful thrust as her hips were lifted from the bed that they both treated to her final body-shuddering climax for the night.
Buried within her he could feel the rhythmic grip of her pleasure as the muscles in her body locked and trembled. For her, this was the carnal escape from the horrors that she’d endured. Within the bliss of climax, there was no fear, or worries about what the future may hold - there was only the fleeting hedonistic pleasure.
The winding tension that pleasure evoked from him with each thrust was building to his own finish. Through a pleasured snarl, he growled, “Where do I cum?” The tension in his toned battle-scarred body and the hungry urgency in the buck of his hips, were all clear signals that she’d need to answer with haste or risk carrying his bastard.
But words failed her, as her fingers raked at his hips, desperately trying to pull him ever closer, urging him on for her own selfish needs. The savory painful bite of her raking nails evoked from him the final point he needed to release his frustrations…but not before pulling his slicken hard cock free from her cunts depths and eagerly stroking himself off to a pleasurable shuddering finish on her belly. Finally stated, he remained standing for the moment, tilting his head back as he basked in the sublime calm of afterglow while catching his breath.
It was in that calm that he reached out to her legs, affectionately stroking them. Yvonstra for her part watched him, a content and knowing smile on her face. It was not until he looked down to her that she dragged two fingers through the cum upon her belly and made a deliberate show of licking it off her fingers. Those same two fingers she had earlier sucked upon while savoring vivid memories of the Emperor’s tentacles.
With a huff, he blinked, looking to her and such a carnal act before offering a low, approving laugh. “If you keep this up, I won’t be able to report for duty in the morning.” Accenting the point, he lifted his hand, admiring the passion of the bite mark for a moment. No doubt that would leave a scar, a welcome one.

“Mhmmm, the day can have you…for now, I have your nights.” She opened her arms to him, inviting him to accept her embrace and lay with her. “Stay with me for…tonight?”
Not one to deny a lover's request, he carefully leaned forward and partially settled to rest atop her, returning her embrace as he supported himself on his knees and elbow above her. “Of course. But first, what is your name?”
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