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Ceald Amothien	By : wanderingaddict Category: +M through R > Neverwinter Nights Views: 7242 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Reviews!
Yay! Heh, glad some of ya'll stuck around even though I disappeared
on ya for so long. Thanks guys. Fawnheart: haha, when I saw
your review I was like, holy shit, of all the people, it's the one I
haven't heard from in half a year! Wow! Arimikoe: heh, thanks!
I usually have to end up leaving to, that's why these sex chapters
take so long, sorry! It's tough work, these two chapters have been
rougher and taken so much more out of me than any of the rest of the
story. And I'm glad you like the fact that Valen has black blood- I
myself am not exactly sure why or when I started thinking of him that
way, but the more I explore it the more fascinating I find the idea
of it. What thrills me the most though is that you like Ceald too (I
mean, everyone likes Valen, but it seems so hard to sell my own
character, haha!). Ermine White: If he happens to be
innocently wandering around and just so happens to find a smutty
eyeful, then yes, Ceald has no qualms at all about staying for the
show (well, so long as he doesn't get caught, that is :P). mmonster:
Sorry! Haha, sorry! I really didn't mean for it to be a cliffhanger!
I tried to make this half as excellent as possible to make up for it!
Nex: wow, thanks, I'm glad I could keep ya around (especially
with how smooth *your* sex scenes are, heh, good stuff). Lunar:
lucky lunar, you get a chapter the day you actually checked the site
too! Anyways, story time!

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Dead
silence reigned for a single, unfathomably long second as the demon
simply stared at me, blinking in shock. His mouth, slightly agape,
was twitching. In that moment of quiet, my words hit my ears, and it
was only because my dick was so hard that my cheeks didn't just burst
into flame. Blood can only move so fast I guess. Valen finally ended
up rolling his eyes before looking away, a disbelieving smile forming
on his face. “You're so romantic,” he teased, his voice
fraying with laughter once again.

Something
in the way he smiled, some gentle light flashing in his eyes,
instantly dispelled my embarrassment at having so awkwardly...
demanded to, well, have sex. The last tinge of red faded from my
cheeks, and, for a moment, I simply sat there on Valen's lap,
studying the symmetry of his face as he gazed at me. His chin was
strong and defined, angular, and lengthened his face just enough to
keep his jaw from being square. Following the clear lines formed by
the bones in his cheeks, I felt his hands slide across my back, and I
looked up to realize that he'd been watching me too. I stared into
his crystal-blue gaze, the urge to cross my eyes and stick out my
tongue hitting so strong and so sudden that I had to duck my head and
hide my grin against his chest.

“What?”
he asked, mildly suspicious, one hand rising to stroke the nape of my
neck.

Snickering,
I shook my head against him, trying to muster the sobriety necessary
for a convincing act. Composing myself, I took a deep breath and
straightened my face. “Oh light of my eyes!” I called,
rearing back to plead with the heavens above. “Hold me tender,
oh, my sweet flower, with precious moonshine dew,” I sobbed,
swaying forwards to fall into his arms again, flinging myself across
his shoulders dramatically as I tried to remember other things that
silly woman in that Flowers of the Heart play had done. I
straightened, widening my eyes, pouting. “My love is gentle as
the wind and sweet as the summer sky! Make me yours!” I cried,
begging and pleading as I collapsed against him in a breathless
faint. I cracked an eye up at him after a moment of unconsciousness.
“Better?”

His
mouth was twisted into a melancholy frown. “I guess,” he
sighed, remaining mulish and obstinate, glancing away to sigh again.

I
laughed brightly, taking an immense amount of comfort from the return
of our easy banter. Sitting up again I nuzzled my nose against his,
curling my fingers through his thick red hair to tilt his head back,
gently pressing the sweetest, softest kiss I could imagine to his
warm lips. “Please?” I asked, low and tender, gazing at
him imploringly.

He
lost control of his mouth then, his terse little frown breaking apart
as the corners of his lips tried to curl up, color staining his
cheeks when he forced his gaze away. Rolling one shoulder, he flexed
the tension from his neck before taking a deep breath and meeting my
eyes with a smile. “Well,” he said, clearing his throat,
hesitating for a second, “When you ask so nicely...” The
demon trailed off with a shrug, his grin at once somehow eager and
almost painfully shy.

Blushing,
I pushed him back on the bed, burying a grin I was positive mirrored
his against his chest. My fingers slid from his shoulders to play
over the chiseled lines of his taut stomach before I pulled myself
up, my limbs splayed for support on either side of his muscled body,
hesitantly unsure of what to do with the return of the drooling
erection Valen had lavished so much attention on earlier. Grinding my
hips into his seemed much too juvenile, immature for, for whatever it
was we were doing, and having embarrassed myself enough already, I
didn't want to do anything worse. I hovered over him as I struggled
to think of something to do. It was the demon who finally decided for
me, simply catching one arm around my waist and the other around my
neck, jerking my mouth to his for a full-bodied kiss.

The
dizzying heat of his mouth numbed my thoughts, preventing me from
doing anything more than melt into his warm embrace. I moaned into
the kiss, his moist tongue curling and caressing, tasting everything
it could reach. The demon really was insanely talented with his
tongue. Memories of what he'd done to my cock- swirling over and
under, circling around- flashed through my mind and my dick spasmed,
fluid oozing out, my weeping erection desperate for even the
slightest brush of physical contact.

That
moment of weakness was my undoing. My arms sagged, dropping my chest
to his, and my hips soon followed, my knees sliding out across the
smooth silk sheets. I thrust my hips against his stomach, nearly
insensate from the feeling of my dick, my balls caught between myself
and Valen's hot, firm flesh. He broke from my mouth for a second,
breathing heavily, to grip my butt with both hands and truly grind
my cock against him, rocking his hips in opposite motion and
forcing a surge of pleasure through my veins.

It
was too much. I tried to cry out, but Valen's mouth quickly closed
over mine, smothering my voice. The rigid lines beneath my cock
provided a wealth of sensation I'd never known could have such
intensity. Sparks snapped and spun through my skin wherever we
touched, and I nearly lost myself in the way Valen's tongue rolled in
and out of my mouth so easily. In the headless rush of gratification,
I hardly noticed when Valen suddenly rolled, flipping us over and
forcing me down against the sheets.

Pinning
me beneath his greater weight, the demon had both hands around my
head, one twined through my hair and the other pressed against the
side of my face, giving him the leverage to deepen the kiss and turn
it from something merely passionate into something that almost
devoured. My mouth gave way, though not without a fight,
beneath the onslaught of his tongue, but as soon as it felt like he'd
come within an inch of swabbing my throat he backed off, his lips
pulling away and leaving my mouth uncomfortably blank. I blinked up
at him, his face dark and flushed as he brushed the bridge of his
nose under my chin before lifting his head. “Mm,” he
hummed, licking his lips as his eyes opened slowly. Their usual
bright blue ice seemed preternaturally deep, the crystal hue layered
over patterns of some darker color. The fingers caressing my cheek
brushed along the skin of my neck, momentarily pausing on the
underside of my jaw, before the demon stole one last kiss and rose to
all fours, moving towards one of the delicate, ebony tables near the
head of the bed.

My
blood pounded in my ears. The bed dipped as Valen moved past my head,
his tail momentarily flicking across my vision, but, breathless and
panting, hardly able to believe the focus behind the demon's assault,
I could do nothing more than lie there and stare up at the ceiling.

The
tip of his spaded tail flickered past my gaze again. I tilted my head
back, idly curious as to what he was doing, only to be rewarded with
a most extraordinary sight. Valen was still on his knees, one arm
supporting him as he leaned over the edge of the bed, his free hand
digging around in a slender drawer, the heavy shaft of his plump dick
dangling between his legs. My eyes flicked up towards his butt for a
second, but his tail kept twitching and twisting, continually
interrupting the view. Content with staring at what was available, I
let my gaze fall back to the rounded curve of his balls, with their
sparse red hairs, and the... glorious column of flesh hanging below
them. My lips parted as I stared, my tongue slipping out to wet them
while the urge to touch him again, take him in my mouth and taste
grew ever stronger. Saliva pooled around my tongue, and I was forced
to hastily swallow or else risk drowning in my own desire.

Tyr's
heart, the demon was so effortlessly beautiful. I sat up a little,
reluctantly tearing my gaze away from his dick, and bounced backwards
quickly so that I could slide between his feet. He shifted in
surprise when he felt my hand touch the inside of his thigh, but I
was already pulling myself up to press my tongue against the head of
his cock.

“Ceald,”
he sighed, blissfully, drawing my name out long and low as he sank
back a little. I suckled at the soft flesh filling my mouth, reveling
in the feel of it swelling, thickening under my tongue. Oh, Tyr help
me, but his cock was good, so good. Slick and easy and smooth, so
beautifully smooth. I could stay here forever, my head between his
thighs, my mouth wide around his dick, the faint scent of his skin
mixing with the heady smell of sex. Everything at that moment felt so
unbelievably good- the cool press of crimson silk beneath my back and
the intoxicating presence of the demon's body, firm, surrounding me.
Even just thinking about the fact that it was Valen whose cock
I sucked was remarkably invigorating. The demon sank down, supporting
himself on one elbow while the hand that had been digging through the
drawer slipped down towards my head, his fingers gently curling
through my bangs. I tried to glance up at him then, but all I could
see were his arms and his chest, lined with muscle, only his chin and
a curtain of red hair visible beyond that sculpted expanse of
alabaster skin.

His
pale thighs were as smooth and hairless as the rest of his body. I
dragged my hands over his calves, along the sensitive flesh on the
back of his knees, and up across the corded muscles of his inner
thighs, until all my fingers had found their way to his cock, gently
tugging, probing, touching anything I could reach. He hummed his
appreciation, tilting his hips from side to side in bliss as I
fondled his sac, massaging the pads of my thumbs along the little
seam I'd found between his legs. “Ceald,” he groaned,
freeing his fingers from my hair and slipping his hand behind my
head. “Can I-?” He stopped talking, and instead rocked
his hips back slightly, slowly thrusting forward again to better
illustrate what he wanted to do.

Daunted
by the thought of him, well, fucking my face, though not unwilling to
try, I hesitated for a moment before nerving myself, sliding my hands
between his legs to grasp at the firm, muscular cheeks of his butt.
Digging my fingers in hard, I pulled his hips towards my face even as
I struggled to force more of his cock down my throat.

Warm
fingers wrapped around his shaft, pushing my mouth away from its
base. Unable to hold that much of his dick in my throat for long, I
was forced to pull back, coughing to catch my breath. “No,”
he murmured, drawing back, “Not like that.” Guiding my
mouth, he held my head still and gave a demonstrative thrust of his
hips. “Easy,” he said, stroking his fingers through my
hair. “Just take it easy.” Valen lowered his hips,
letting his cock sink into my mouth but never straying so far as my
throat. Not quite sure of what he wanted, I simply lay there,
twirling my tongue around the fat glands on the end of his dick, and
earning myself an encouraging moan. “Yeah, that's right,
Ceald.” He let out a soft groan, flexing his cock in my mouth.
“Just like that.” The demon’s thrusts were long and
languid and slow, plainly reveling in the feel of his glands sliding
over my tongue. I kept waiting for him to thrust deeper, into my
throat, but he seemed content with the lazy flexing of his hips. When
I tried to take more of him again, I found his hands pressing my head
back down to the bed. Moving one hand away from his thigh to tug at
his heavy balls, I realized that he was probably just enjoying the
stimulating movement of his hips. Still wanting to impress him
though, I threw myself into the blowjob with renewed vigor, letting
my mouth stay still while my fingers explored everything that my
tongue couldn’t touch. He started thrusting harder, faster,
deeper into my mouth, and then he, rather abruptly, stopped. “Enough
now,” he said, cupping one hand around the side of my face.
Surprised, I craned my neck back to look up at him as he eased his
cock out of my mouth. He grinned at me, then grabbed my shoulders and
heaved. “Come here,” he growled, flipping around and
pulling me into his arms as he sank back against the pile of pillows.

I
found myself sprawled across him. When I tried to raise myself to all
fours, Valen's arm snaked around my waist and tightened, clutching me
to his chest. His body radiated heat, and laying on him was somewhat
reminiscent of sun-baked rocks. That infernal warmth tingled the
nerves in my skin and made me want to squirm against him. The demon
held tight to my waist though, refusing to let me jerk away from his
exploring hands. He ran his fingers down my spine, pressing hard,
digging into each knot he found. His left hand, unable to explore as
freely as the right, remained spread across my ribs, occasionally
brushing upwards to play with a nipple before tracing his fingers
over my skin in wide, fluid motions. The fingers trailing down my
back bumped into the arm pinning me to his chest and disappeared. For
a moment I thought he would simply stop, until I heard the clink of a
stoppered vial and the smell of massage oil hit my nose. I relaxed
slightly, letting myself get momentarily lost in the feel of my cock
pressing into his taut stomach. Even when I felt his palm curve over
the swell of my butt I let my thoughts drift, but then I felt his
fingers touch to... to the... the center of the cleft between my
cheeks. “Valen!” I cried, surprised, my whole body
tensing as one finger dipped in slightly before stroking the edge
again. My toes curled and I jumped in his grasp. I struggled to push
myself up, trying to peer over my shoulder. Restrained, I could only
see the pale skin of the arm across my waist, the palm of the hand
that was delving between my cheeks. The ring of muscle he played with
quivered every time his fingers brushed over it, causing my knees to
sink and my hips to rise. My face red, and presenting myself like a
wanton slut, I was at a loss for what to do. I'd rarely ever felt
even my own fingers there, much less anyone else's! Oil-slicked and
smooth, the tips of two fingers continued to draw little circles
around my... my anus, sending tight shudders of sensation coursing up
my spine.

Grasping
at his arms, my fingers turning his pale skin white, I trembled as
his fingertips grazed the sensitive skin inside my cleft. Tyr! I
gasped, striving to keep my hips from bucking back, my toes curling
when his other hand joined the first. It slid, hot and dangerous,
over the globes of my butt, forcing my cheeks apart to give the
fingers tormenting my skin better access.

My
arms gave out, and I collapsed against his chest, lost in the riot of
sensation coursing up my spine. Drool spilled from my lips as I
mouthed the alabaster flesh beneath me, licking a messy trail to one
of his dark, round nipples. He started running the length of his hand
up and down my crack in retaliation, only occasionally pausing to
splash more oil on his fingers. I couldn't seem to keep my eyes from
rolling back in my head at the sheer pleasure he managed to extract
from such a small stretch of skin. Groaning, I wrapped my legs about
his thighs, my hips raising to meet his hands. He ignored my open
encouragement, lazily palming my butt as he dragged his hands in
opposite directions. He brought his hands together again, running his
palms up and down my butt but leaving his fingers poised against that
slick, shuddering ring. My eyes rolled back in my head. I was ready
to burst! The damn demon just wouldn't stop teasing! Pushed to the
brink, and near-desperate for actual contact, I arced back, fire
practically burning in my veins. “Valen,” I snarled,
glaring, “Do something!” He seemed momentarily taken
aback by my outburst, but then he flashed a hungry grin and slid one
finger through my... quivering...

Oh,
Mother of- Aah! The strength in my spine disappeared, and I found
myself melting into his arms even as my hips rose, my body struggling
to take more of his finger. His skin was scalding hot, and the finger
working its way inside me brought heat to places that had never known
such warmth before. The digit curled, and I nearly passed out as a
silent scream tore from my throat. A second finger slid in beside the
first, easily, pressing straight into the nerves the first finger had
just barely awoken. Stars flashed across my eyes as my vision turned
black, sheer, absolute pleasure hammering through my brain. “Yes!”
I managed to cry after a choked breath, “Yes, there!” A
sharp burst of semen pulsed from my dick, smeared across his skin
when I thrust against his stomach. “Tyr's heart, Valen, yes,
right there,” I begged, wriggling my hips in his grasp, hoping
to feel even an ounce of that same sensation again.

“Azzh'rah!
You really want this, don't you?” He smirked, flashing a hint
of canine teeth. The sudden loss of his fingers brought reality
crashing down. “Turn around,” he growled in response to
my questioning look. Sitting up quickly, and not about to argue, I
swung around, straddling his chest from the opposite direction. The
feel of his hands caressing my cheeks was bliss, but that didn't stop
me from sobbing aloud when he drove his fingers back in. “You're
still so tight!” he snarled fiercely. The demon dug his fingers
in hard, making me cry out and grind my hips against him, torn
between the sensation of my cock trapped between us and the sheer
pleasure sparking inside. I collapsed face-first into his crotch,
where his stiff cock gave me a warm welcome, plainly begging me to
reach out and taste its smooth flesh. Valen kept rocking his long
fingers in and out, his brow furrowing when he finally asked, “When
was the last time you did this?”

Distracted
by the glory of his hefty cock with its pert, round balls, and the
fingers wriggling inside, I answered absentmindedly, much more intent
on the beautiful column of veiny flesh between his legs. “I've
never,” I breathed, my eyes transfixed by the flare of the
glands on the end of his dick. The words were out before I'd actually
given them any thought. My tongue was already sliding down his dick
again when I realized my slip and, more importantly, that his fingers
had stopped. Nervous, thinking that he was put off by the fact that I
was still virgin, I turned to face him, scrambling for the words that
would salvage the situation and reignite his drive. “Uh, yeah,”
I said, letting only the slightest of tremors slip into my voice. The
demon was staring down at my face, his piercing blue eyes cutting to
my core. I tensed, both mentally and physically, unsure of what to
say. “I’ve never really... done this before,” I
stammered, uncertain of what to say next. Seeing as how my
inexperience was now out in the open, I decided to try and push
forward, as though it were nothing important. “So if you could
just,” I shrugged one shoulder, giving him a hesitant smile,
“Go a little easy?”

The
demon stared at me, dumbfounded, as the words set in. His fingers
continued to work in and out of me, almost unnervingly automatic.
They skittered over some sensitive bundle of nerves inside me and I
quivered in pleasure, seemingly caught between his stare and the
sensations from my insides. A strange look came into his face, one
somewhat akin to disbelief, though it was mixed with something else.
“You are serious, aren't you?” he asked, sitting up. I
was forced to move with him, pulling away from the fingers stroking
my insides in order to meet his gaze.

“Well,”
I said, trying to explain myself, fearful of him wanting to leave. “I
mean, it's not like I didn't have the chance or anything it's just
that I never really wanted to, or, you know-,” I bit myself
off, realizing that all I'd done was ramble. Feeling helpless, I
shrugged and looked down at my hands. “I'm sorry, I just...”

He
touched his thumb to my chin, tilting my head back to meet his
crystal gaze. “I am honored, Ceald,” he said, leaning
over to plant a soft kiss on my lips, “That you would choose me
for your first.”

Not
daring to hope, I stared at him for a moment before finding my
tongue. “You're not... disappointed?” I asked, a trifle
incredulous. Bedding a nervous virgin would be one of the last things
I'd ever want to do.

Valen
gave me a bemused grin, his eyes glinting in the soft light as he
leaned close. “Why would I be? Simply because you're not as
experienced? Ceald, what you've done to me already was more than
amazing.” He hooked an arm around my waist, pulling me back
into his lap. His expression turned darkly predatorial. “And,
to tell you the truth,” he murmured, sliding a hand between my
legs. I gasped, my eyes widening as his fingers traced over my
perineum to press at my entrance once more.
“I rather like the idea of being your first,” he said,
pushing his digits in a bit further, rubbing my flanks as I sobbed
and arched into the movement. “The first to touch this skin,
the first to... make you experience so much pleasure...” My
head swam at the feel of his hot breath against my cheeks.

The
demon's control was slipping. I shuddered at the lust in his words,
the roughness that started to work into the movements of his fingers.
A distant part of me idly mourned the fact that he and I had never
done this sooner. Everything about the man was intoxicating; the
smooth taste of his skin, the snap of cinders sparking in his mouth,
even the throaty burr in his voice! Before I met Valen, there had
been only my hand and the memories of Lathrop to keep me warm at
night. After this though... ! I tore my mouth away from his kiss, my
lungs heaving as I gasped for air.

Letting
his tongue roam free was a foolish mistake to make. He dragged it
down my neck, occasionally nipping and scraping his teeth along my
shoulder. It didn't seem fair that I was writhing in ecstasy while he
remained so cool, so collected. I wanted to eradicate any ounce of
self-discipline he had left, make him know the depth of the burn that
I felt for him.

My
lips found his once more, sealing his wicked tongue away with a
wrenching kiss. The demon was crafty though, some animal part of him
instinctively aware of what I was trying to
do. His tongue worked its way down my throat even as the fingers of
both hands came together at my anus, sliding against each other,
oil-slick, working their way through that ring of muscle in
alternating shifts. Gradually, at first, the index finger of his
right sliding in beside the middle finger of his left hand, working
in tandem together, but it quickly degenerated into a slippery
free-for-all, some digits sliding deep while others barely
dipped below the surface. Valen's tongue, moist, firm, pressed
against my own, teasingly, willing it into action. Breathing through
my nose wasn't enough. I tried stealing quick breaths between each
kiss, but still I started to feel dizzy and light-headed from the
lack of air.

Or
maybe it was the fact that, even though I had the demon trapped
beneath me, servicing my every whim, I still felt like I was nothing
but a rag to be used and discarded. Cheap, meaningless sex! He was
nothing but a tool with which to satisfy my hungering desire- oh,
Tyr, Valen felt good. He felt so good and tasted better than the
finest honey. I kissed him, voraciously, sucking at his lips and
tongue as though I were starved of all life and desperate for more.

His
fingers suddenly dug into my inner flesh, flush on top of that bundle
he'd only skittered over earlier. A coursing wave of pleasure crashed
through my blood. I was left gasping, bucking into into him, wildly
grinding back down on his hand, desperate to find that feeling again.
I couldn't see him, but I knew he'd buried his face in my neck,
peering over my shoulder as his fingers worked their way in and out
of my ass. My cheek brushed against the curve of one horn as I buried
my nose in his hair. Thinking was hard, but still I struggled to shut
out the glorious feel of his fingers sliding inside me. Was that
three sliding in now? Four? Two from each hand? The fingers inside me
curved in opposite directions, a sudden shock running up my spine
even as he stretched my body wide enough for a fifth digit to slip
in.

Digging
my hands into his hair, I felt my tongue loll out of my mouth as he
drove his fingers against my inner walls. My dick, already so
impossibly hard, tightened, a long, drooling spurt of cum spewing
forth. That warm pulse through my cock weakened what little reserve I
had left. I felt my lips curve into a snarl as something base and
primal tried to tear out of my throat. “Valen! Just-,” I
broke off before I could say anything else. I wanted to scream! “Fuck
me!”

Valen
stiffened, his hands clutching the globes of my butt when I snapped
back to grab at his dick. The fleshy lummox wasn't hard to find- my
hand closed around the silky flesh, hard as steel and oozing a
copious amount of semen. I'd only gotten a few quick tugs in before
he rolled over, his hands still gripping my ass, freeing his cock and
pulling back to smirk down at me. He may have been trying to act cool
and self-assured, but I could tel that my reaction had affected him
as well. The demon's cheeks were flushed with black blood, and his
lips swollen and puffy from kissing. His tail snapped from side to
side behind him, the spaded head occasionally flicking into view. The
fingers buried inside my body twitched, and I was abruptly aware of-
with my legs spread, his meaty cock terrible close to my anus- just
how utterly vulnerable I felt.

Reality
suddenly snapped back into place. I was about to let a guy stick his
dick inside me, and while I did want to put on a brave face and be
appear effortlessly seductive, there also was the simple fact that
Valen had a big dick and I was a fucking virgin. It was
hard to be sexy when you're bleeding from your ass, right? I worried
my lip, trying to think past the fingers that explored regions that
even I had ever touched. Should I say something? Would it turn him
off, to see me so afraid of something as simple as sex? Another few
fingers worked their way inside me as the others slid out. They moved
in tandem, stretching and parting my small cavity that was in no way
at all large enough to... to fit his dick. Fuck it. I had to at least
ask, in the interest of self-preservation if nothing else. “Could,”
I broke off, pausing to wet my lips. “Could you just,” I
tried again, casting my eyes to the side as I felt my face heat, “Be
gentle at first?”

Though
I couldn't see his face I could still feel his eyes as he studied me.
“Of course, Ceald,” he said softly. There was a note in
his voice that made me look back at him, only to find his ice-blue
gaze uncommonly warm. He freed one hand, urging me to roll over with
a nudge to my chest. “It would be easier for you on your
stomach, you know,” he added quietly.

I
knew. “I want to do it like this,” I said, unable to keep
myself from flushing and looking away again. I didn't want to bury my
face in a pillow and whimper and cry as he took me. I don't think my
pride could survive that.

The
demon stared at me, the electric swirls of his eyes almost disturbing
in their focus and intensity. “Take deep breaths, and focus on
relaxing as much as you can,” he coached, after coming to some
internal conclusion. He rubbed the palm of one hand over my navel.
“Relax, on the inside. Here.”

“Yeah,
I get it,” I snapped, loudly, my face uncomfortably hot. “I'm
not ignorant of...” I trailed off, gesturing with my head.
There had been enough opportunities during
my travels to learn what needed to be done. It may not be the same as
first-hand experience, but I still knew most of the specifics.

“Just
making sure, Ceald,” he said, a small smile twitching in the
corners of his mouth. “If you want to stop at point, just say
so.” His voice, normally so rough and low, was gentle, kind. I
didn't like it kind. It made my heart want to open to him.

Nerving
myself as he sat back on his heels, I took a deep breath to try and
calm my fluttering stomach. I was strong. I could do this. Valen
poured a handful of oil into his palm, stoppering the little vial and
smoothing the golden liquid over his dick. The swollen flesh, grayed,
darkening near the heavy glands at the tip, glistened in the amber
light of the hidden glowshards. The shaft was thick, hefty, and every
inch of it was beautiful.

He
moved forward on his knees, lifting my legs to drape them over his
muscular thighs. My gaze, initially drawn by the contrast of my
sun-bronzed skin against his pale, alabaster flesh, found itself
wandering over the triangular lines defining his navel, the corded
muscles of his abdomen and chest. The demon was all lithe, hard
muscle, built for strength and speed. My eyes dropped to the hand
stroking the shining length of his cock.

Fear
tried to worm its way through my gut again, but it was snuffed by the
touch of Valen's hand to my skin. “Just stay calm, Ceald,”
he whispered as he moved close. His words were warm, like before, but
his ice-blue eyes with their cold black rims were hardening again.
Something inside me trembled. I felt his erection press against the
loosened ring of outer flesh, fighting not to tense at the pressure
as Valen pushed inwards. “Relax,” Valen murmured again,
soothingly, rubbing one hand softly along the side of my chest. The
head of his shaft slipped through suddenly, a forceful intrusion that
every part of my body urged me to fight. It hurt. Not just
physically, that was nothing. Akin to a cramp or a toothache. No, the
true pain stemmed from feeling something that wasn't a part of my
body invade my being, my spirit, come perilously close to touching a
part of my body that was undeniably me. Never before
had I felt these sensations that left my body trembling, evoked
solely from the feel of the demon's cock parting my folds. Valen was
touching me down there, Valen was inside me there, I could feel
Valen’s cock and it was inside me and, oh, Tyr help me, the
demon was sticking his fucking cock inside me~!

“Breathe
Ceald,” some distant part of my mind heard Valen urge. Right.
Breathe, he'd said, breathe and focus on relaxing. I gasped,
releasing a lungful of air that I hadn't realized I'd been holding.
After several wracking breaths I forced my eyes open to find Valen
hovering over me, concern etched upon his face. Damn it, I didn't
want to worry him. It stabbed at me in a way that hurt far more than
his cock did.

“We
can stop for a bit, if you want.” he said, though he looked as
if that were the last thing in the world that he wanted to do. His
hands, both freed now, stroked my thighs in an effort to calm me
down.

It
was reassuring to hear him say that, though I still inwardly
chastised myself for needing him to voice it. When was I going to
stop being so weak? I sucked in a tight breath. “No,” I
shook my head, trying to keep my voice strong. “No.” It
wasn't all that pleasurable, but that wasn't the problem. The feel of
soul-deep violation was what I couldn't handle. I panted, struggling
to keep my body from trying to force the intrusion out. “No, we
can keep going. Just... take it slow.” I managed a little
half-thrust back against him with my hips.

Valen
stared hard at me for a long time before he nodded and slowly bent
down, placing one hand to the side of my head and bracing another on
my hip. The demon started in again, his cock creeping forward at an
agonizing pace, my soul and body torn in the desire to slam it home
and end the torture or pull myself off and flee. Years slipped by in
painful seconds, the ache in my body fading with each soft push, to
be renewed again after every brief respite. The air was hot and
thick, and yet it seemed that no matter how hard I gasped that it was
too thin to fill my lungs. My eyes squinched shut, moisture trickling
out of the corners. Valen's cock had induced unimaginable new
sensations within my body. The feeling of being filled to the brim,
overwhelmed, split beyond the breaking point engulfed me now. It was
still too new, too foreign, but at least the pain had faded. An
interminable amount of time passed before, dimly, I realized that his
hips had come to rest flush with mine, the feather-light sensation of
his balls pressed against my butt strange but not unwelcome. My eyes
snapped open at that touch implied. I had taken his entire length
without tearing in two! A sharp sigh of relief escaped at the
thought of stopping for a moment, before the enormity of what I had
just accomplished struck me. I had no idea how Valen had crammed his
entire cock within me, but I was unyieldingly tight around his flesh.
Inner membrane was pulled taut around the demon's erection, to the
point that I thought could feel each throbbing pulse of blood along
his shaft inside. I quivered, too afraid to move. It felt as though I
were made of glass, and a single motion could shatter my very being
into a thousand tiny pieces.

Oh,
Tyr, he was deep. Hesitantly, my breath coming in short little gasps,
I let my hands loose their grip on his arms to ghost over the skin of
my stomach, my heart quivering in my chest. If I pressed, would I be
able to find his cock? It shouldn’t be that hard, I felt like I
could feel it trying to push its way through my throat. The tiny,
fragile part of my mind not absorbed with my body quaked, wondering
what hell Valen had wrecked upon my innards. Gradually, I became
aware of his arms trembling on either side of my head. I looked up
into his face to find his eyes closed tight, sweat slipping down from
his temples. “Valen?” I asked, uncertain, intensely aware
of how exposed my body was when positioned like this. The demon shook
above me, obviously straining to keep a hold of himself. His skin
shone in the light, the hard lines of his muscles solidly defined
beneath his pale flesh. “Valen?” I asked again. He made a
slight strangled noise at the sound of his name a second time. When I
reached up to caress his face and his eyes snapped open, an inner
storm raging within.

“Ceald!”
he gasped, burying his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot
and moist where his lips pressed against my skin. “You're so...
damned tight! Fuck,” he swore, a half-disbelieving laugh
escaping his lips, “You're not just tight, you're like a
fucking vise!” Valen fell still a moment, panting heavily,
tucked around me, inside me. “I've never,” “I've
never had to...” “It's too much, I can't... can't move
without hurting you, and... I can't do that.” A wracking breath
shook his entire body, including the part that was centered in me,
scattering my thoughts. He spoke again. “When you think... we
can keep going, you need to start it.”

It
was a moment before his words sank in and before I grasped their
meaning. Nodding, though not quite sure what be meant by 'start it,'
I rocked my hips forward slightly, a soft little push against him the
most I could manage while so deeply impaled upon him. It still felt
strange to have him touch against something so intimate, but it was
no longer entirely unpleasant. Enticing sounds of encouragement
sounded from Valen's throat, and I started to move farther, more
assuredly. In fact, it was starting to feel almost comfortable, the
feel of his flesh sliding through me, in and out with each easy,
rocking motion. I had just gotten a short rhythm going when Valen
suddenly snapped his hips back before slamming them forward,
scrapping the head of his cock hard against the nerves that his
fingers had awoken earlier.

I
screamed at the contact, throwing back my head and driving myself
harder, arching up off the bed into Valen's merciless thrusts. For a
moment, an hour, I'm not sure exactly, I couldn't think, couldn't see
past the stars blinding my eyes. His fingers before had been
wonderful, an influx of pleasure that I hadn't known, but they paled
in comparison to the feel of his dick, heavy and thick, churning my
insides. It was an exquisite bliss that couldn't possibly compare,
didn't even come close to the paltry sparks his
fingers had ignited. The demon snarled, grabbing hold of my hips with
both hands and veritably pummeling my ass with his cock! The
sudden waves of pleasure that racked my body mixed hard with the
bizarre feeling that, with every time that Valen pounded back into
me, he smashed into more than just flesh. As though he sought to
breach my soul itself, the core of my identity. Heaving sobs escaped
my throat as I thrashed underneath the demon, the whole world
becoming solely him. It was too much, too deep, too fast. The thrusts
that bounced me off the mattress, the relentless assault that his
cock led upon the nerves inside me pierced my core as intensely as
his gaze did. Everything, my entire essence, existed as a simple
extension of Valen's cock, his arms bordering my face, chest pressing
my legs tightly to myself, and his stormy, otherworldly eyes boring
into my very soul.

Words
could not describe the sheer power of the pleasure that coursed up
through every vein in my body. I knew no curse powerful enough to try
and free myself from the mindless agony of sexual joy that my mind
kept drowning itself with. All my magic, all my pride, strength, and
power, was stripped away and my soul laid bare for the demon's
delight. True tears started to fall from my already dripping eyes at
his cold stare. I wanted to cry and flee, to bury my face in that
pillow I had so foolishly disregarded before. He drove his cock into
my body relentlessly, his hands rending my hips immovable. For all
that I twisted and writhed, I couldn't shake free of his grasp. My
world had fallen away, and there was only Valen, Valen's body, and
his cock, remorselessly shattering every piece of my soul. Trapped in an endless cycle of agonizing bliss, I begged for the gods- any one of them, I didn't care- to save me. Asco, Mystra, Lloth, Tyr! Aurnil, or even any of the bitch-goddesses of the Lower Planes! There was no way my fragile body
could take any more of the demon's punishing thrusts, however divine
the pleasure might be! My insides contorted and groaned every time
his long dick buried itself in my guts, so deep that in my delirium I
found myself wondering how it was he hadn't yet torn me in half! Legs
twisting, kneading my fingers into his arms, I sobbed helplessly,
unable still to tear myself away from the knowing look in his eyes.
He knew, he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and that knowledge
struck a chord of terror that ran so deep I felt my body tense in an
effort to do anything to get away. It was useless though. All it did
was make me even more away of the terrible slide of his cock through
my stomach, my throat and my heart.

Painful
ecstasy coiled in my gut, so tight that my nerves felt as though they
were on fire, hot and twisting over each other with every thrust that
laid waste to my insides. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, unable
to focus on anything but what he made me feel. Finally, he leaned
forward for a kiss, freeing me from the spell of his gaze, letting my
own eyes shut while he plundered my mouth. His hips slowed for a
moment as his tongue rolled over mine; a brief, gentle respite that
only intensified the feel of his hand as it traveled down my spine,
coming to a stop just shy of my buttocks. The demon lifted me
slightly, his hand raising my hips from the mattress. Near-mad,
starving and desperate after the carnal bliss I'd known earlier, a
tiny part of my mind had the ability to wonder what he was doing. His
arm tightened around my waist. Valen pulled out slowly, making sure
that I felt every long, steel inch slide through my gut, his eyes
still closed, the look of exalted warmth on his face so profound that
I found myself inexplicably relaxing into him.

Then,
still tilted at the new angle, he slammed forward, driving his cock
even deeper than it had gone before.

Holy
gods above-! Asco's-! Tyr's-! Mother of~! “Fuck!” I
cried. I raked my nails down his back, digging, clawing, screaming,
trying to do anything that would lessen the force with which he
pleasured me. He was so deep, further than could possibly be safe,
and I could no longer stop the tears flying freely from my eyes at
the overload that my senses bore. It was unlike anything I'd ever
known before, more powerful than pain, more enjoyable than ecstasy.
Nothing could match this, this... rapture.

I
was clawing at his back, hard enough to leave welts, but, if
anything, it only seemed to drive him harder, faster, into me. With
his arm clutched around my waist like an iron band, all my efforts to
pull myself free were futile, though not quite wasted. At least,
flailing and clawing at him like a madman somewhat dimmed the
agonizing pleasure that stunned my brain every time he drove his hard
cock back in. The worst part, though, the part that truly burned, the
part that made me sob and mew, was how easily his thick cock
sank so deep. It didn't seem possible, shouldn't be
possible, for a man to make me scream and squeal and beg like this,
but here he was, devouring me from the inside out, forcing me to
scramble and plea just to keep my sanity! Yet, as hard as I tore into
his back, as much as I writhed beneath him, it wasn't enough. That
painful coil was still there, forcing me onwards into glorious,
agonizing ruin. Unaware of my actions, little more than a mindless,
carnal creature, I snapped upwards and sank my teeth into his
shoulder with bruising force.

Smooth
skin met my exploring tongue, muscles that quivered and flinched
whenever I bit down. I practically chewed a path along his
collarbone, wildly seeking any way possible to relieve the strain
that the tightened bundle of nerves inside me had become. Valen slid
his free hand to catch the back of my head, pulling my teeth away
from where I had been biting his neck to the scorching heat of his
mouth. He pressed his lips harshly into mine, his thick tongue
filling my mouth as his thrusts became short, aggressive bursts. I
think that I was crying even then as well, sobbing around his tongue,
my cries muffled by the wet kisses that he layered on my face, over
my eyes, across my cheeks.

“Please,
Valen, please, please,” I sobbed, desperation lacing my voice,
gasping as a hot tongue from an infernally warm body ran across my
lips, blistering fingers splayed over flesh and his burning arms
curled about me, capturing, possessing. “I can't go on,”
I cried, “I'll break, Valen!” Each thrust drove the air
from my lungs, forced my breath to catch in my throat. I was
light-headed and delirious, hardly aware of anything except the
constant, excruciating slide of his erection through my guts. I found
myself crying out again when he let his elbow slip, dropping us to
the bed and crushing me deep into the mattress. In doing so he
pressed every inch of his sweat-slicked skin against mine, and his
spine straightened just enough that I found my face muffled by his
chest, but still his arms kept their stranglehold-grip around my my
waist, my shoulders. I scraped myself against him, wailing. “Valen,
please!”

More,
I needed more, and at the same time I never wanted anything less!
That electrified coil of nerves that lay at my core was pulled so
taut, it couldn't possibly stretch any further, but still Valen drove
himself harder, if possible, into my body, and I squirmed and
clutched myself against him with even greater desperation. My
screaming, clawing, did nothing to alleviate the pressure that built,
and I swear it felt like I was close to being torn in half, broken
and consumed, and yet I wanted nothing more than to simply shatter
myself against him and reach that sweet, oblivion bliss that beckoned
ahead, so close that I could almost taste it on the tip of my tongue!
The only thing holding my entire world together was that thin, coiled
wire, pulled impossibly tight. And then...

It
snapped.

It
was earth-shattering, so powerful that I couldn't believe the force
with which I finally drove myself onto the demon's dick, my entire
body contracting even harder around his cock in a futile, last-ditch
attempt to slow the pleasure enough that my mind could process it,
but I may as well have clutched myself around a steel pole for all
the good that did me. A tiny sliver of my mind, the sole portion not
overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of the rapture that coursed through
my veins, had the brief thought that if I were to die- at that
moment- it wouldn't matter. It wouldn't matter, because I had already
known eternity, already known the feel of absolute ecstasy in the
demon's arms. My thoughts scattered in a thousand directions as I
tightened around him, tears pouring from my eyes. This orgasm was so
unlike anything I'd ever known! I couldn't help burying one hand in
his hair, digging the other hard into his back as I felt my very soul
itself pour into the minute pocket of space between us. I nearly
blacked out then, but my body continued to grind and thrust, even
though my movements had now crossed into a fevered intensity that was
almost too painful to continue. I wanted desperately to stop, yet at
the same time I felt as though doing that would ruin the ecstatic
eternity that lay before me. My strength was close to breaking
though, near to giving out as I pulled Valen's head down for one
last, rapturous kiss. The demon let out a strangled noise, almost a
sob, against my lips, and then I felt molten steel surge inside me, a
series of powerful pulses from his last, weak thrusts. Eventually, he
stopped, slowing to a shuddering halt, shoving himself in to the hilt
and grinding his hips one last time. Still on the last few dregs of
my own orgasm, the movement devastated what few nerves remained, my
toes curling as my feet spasmed, digging hard into the fleshy parts
of his legs.

Creation
faded in and out for a while as my body fought to reconnect with my
mind. My thoughts, so sluggish and slow, crumbled every time I felt
another tremor shudder through my spine, sometimes from my spasming
cock, other times from whatever it was Valen had awoken inside. I
felt him tremble, snapping his hips forward for another quick thrust,
dragging his half-hard cock through my guts once again. A sharp cry
tore itself from my throat at that, setting off a series of
aftershocks that I could not hope to handle. I found myself sobbing
again, only vaguely aware of the demon running his tongue over my
cheeks, licking the tears that continued to fall from my sightless
eyes as he kept up his weak, half-hearted thrusts.

Shuddering
one last time, he finally released the grip he'd had on my shoulders
and hips, and squared his elbows, lifting his weight from my chest. I
blinked at Valen's blurry image, the shadowy lines of his face
gradually swimming into focus. His brow had a sheen of sweat, his
blood-red locks were damp and darkened, and his breath came in
awkward pants, as though his body was still trying to make up for
lost oxygen. My eyes flicked past the darkened flush staining his
cheeks to trace the woozy grin hovering over his lips, and I couldn't
help but marvel inwardly. I had never seen the demon look so worn,
nor so filled with giddy elation.

Unable
to resist the temptation of Valen's face, I found my fingers tracing
over the contours of his chin, his cheeks. His eyes slid open then,
effortlessly vibrant, near-blinding with their brilliant layers of
blue and black. The demon blinked at me for a moment, before a
heartrendingly bright smile flashed across his face as he leaned down
to plant a kiss along the tip of my nose. I gazed at him, searching
for... what I don't know, but through my hazed vision I could not
trace a single hint of arrogance, and not a touch of smugness graced
his beautiful eyes, even though he had every reason to gloat.
Instead, I found only... tender love. Quiet warmth. Everything that I
had hoped for it to be in the deepest corners of my mind was
reflected in the demon's small, gentle smile. Hot tears threatened to
overwhelm me at that, and I had to quickly scrub my hand across my
cheeks before he realized I'd started crying again. Trying to mask my
moment of weakness, I pulled him in for a gentle kiss, a mere
brushing of the lips and tongue. He followed me back down to the
pillows, continuing the series of soft kisses, touching his mouth to
my eyes, my ears, my throat and my cheeks every time I did the same
to him. After a while, near exhaustion, I simply lay back to stare at
him, lost in the swirling shallows and stormy depths of his
ice-crystal eyes. Tyr's heart, he was beautiful. Realizing that I'd
been doing nothing but watch him, he stopped nuzzling my skin and
raised his head to meet my emerald gaze with his own electric blue
one.

Valen
blinked at me again, in that slow, easy way of his, strangely
reminiscent of a languid cat. Surprisingly, he was the one who broke
away first, a tinge of black coloring his pale gray cheeks. Shifting
his hips, and unintentionally scraping his softened erection through
my insides one more, he clenched his eyes shut in a grimace as he
reached a hand down to ease himself out of my body.

“Sorry,”
he said as he sucked in a tight breath, gripping his shaft to slowly
pull out. My insides were too sensitive, and his dick was probably
too sore, to make separating anything less than exquisite agony, but
I was too tired to do more than dig my fingers into his forearms. His
dick slipped out with a horrible dislodging sensation, leaving me
startled at how bereft and unpleasantly empty I suddenly felt. Valen
pushed away and sat back on his heels, gently lowering my legs to
either side of his hips, rubbing his warm hands along the outside of
my thighs. He paused for a moment, before sidling out from between my
legs to flop down beside me on the bed.

My
eyes instantly gravitated to his gorgeous dick as he moved. It was
still plump and thick, dangling past his balls and swaying with each
twist of his hips. Even then, exhausted as I was, I still felt the
urge to suck it into my mouth, touch it with my tongue and taste it
full again. Fortunately, when the demon rolled to my side, he hooked
an arm around my waist and drew me close, breaking my chain of
thought and unwittingly assuaging the sudden chill I had felt when
he'd pulled away. I idly watched his free hand trace circles on my
stomach, content to let my mind drift aimlessly, though I doubt I
could have done anything else in the state that Valen had left me in.
What few thoughts remained left were buried in amazement at the
electricity that still had the nerves in my body twitching.

Gingerly
turning to face him, incredibly conscious of my sore hips and the
strange gap I felt inside, I carefully slid one leg between his,
rubbing my foot over the fleshy part of his calves as I struggled to
speak. The right words just wouldn't come to my tongue though, so I
finally decided on just saying what I felt, however stupid it might
sound later. Even though I'd found that resolve, my mouth still
quirked a few times before I managed to say anything at all. “Ah,”
I stuttered, blood surging to my face when he glanced down. I looked
away, unable to hold his gaze. “Th-thank you, Valen,” I
said, “For, er...” I suddenly realized where I'd been
going with that, and bit myself off, feeling my face heat as I ducked
my head into his chest, cursing my own ineloquence. He'd made me feel
so good, made my heart pool and melt in his grasp, and I couldn't
even think of the words to express the sheer amount of gratitude I
felt.

I
heard him chuckle, and looked up again in time to see him roll his
eyes before he glanced down at me again, cupping one hand around my
cheek. “Ceald,” he laughed, his voice filled with six
kinds of warmth and catching in my ears. His smile suddenly softened,
a hint of vulnerability showing through as he licked his lips and
shrugged nonchalantly. “So... it was good then? I didn't-?”
he started to ask worriedly, breaking off mid-sentence, his fingers
twitching in distress against my cheek. I shook my head and smiled
tiredly up at him, touched, and weakened, by his anxious care.

The
demon relaxed slightly, matching my grin, and dipped forward to
gently slip his tongue into my mouth. He reclined, curling his body
about mine. I sighed and eased into him, still feeling
overly-emotional and utterly foolish, but happy nonetheless. “Yeah,
it was good,” I said, talking to his sternum in the hope that
he might not hear what I said. 'Good' seemed like such a wretchedly
inappropriate word to describe the heights he had taken me to though.
“It was-,” I searched my memory, trying to find anything
at all that might qualify, before settling for something that was
merely mediocre. “Beyond incredible,” I finished,
although that still failed to do it justice. Too tired to care
anymore though, I snuggled against his chest, trying to burrow
beneath the demon's skin. “I want to do it again.”

He
tensed. “Now?” he asked in disbelief, sounding an odd mix
of pleased and concerned.

I
couldn't help laughing at his reaction. “No!” Of course
not now! Anything more would probably kill me! I pressed my face to
his chest, unable to keep the amusement from bubbling up. “Just-,”
I started to say, breaking off when my thoughts were interrupted by
laughter. My amusement faded, and I was left with only that uncertain
shyness once more. I hesitated, then simply forced it out. “I
don't know if anyone else could compare.”

Valen
laughed again, and I suddenly realized that it had come out sounding
far more playful than intended. Embarrassed, I hid my face again,
clutching myself to his chest as he slipped his right arm under my
pillow, curling those fingers through my hair. “Ceald,”
he sighed, “You're so...” He trailed off, letting the
room fall silent. It was liberating, in a way. Between it and the
demon's heady, intoxicating heat, my thoughts quieted and I found my
eyelids growing heavy. Reverie called, beckoning so sweetly, tempting
me with promises of nothing. I traced small circles Valen's back,
marveling at the feel of his hot skin sliding under my fingertips.
The rhythmic movement was enough to bring my spent body to the very
brink of dreamless sleep, and I had almost slipped over the edge when
I felt the demon stir and speak. I knew he finishing whatever thought
he'd had earlier, although my mind was too weary to register the
words. I wanted to rouse myself enough to hear him say it again,
because it seemed like those words were something important, but the
stygian warmth pouring from his skin, the comfort of his arms wrapped
around me, had dulled my brain enough that the moment slipped from my
mind completely.

Slowly,
my breaths evened out to match his, and the world faded into
darkness.

“Oh,”
a woman's voice purred in surprise, shattering the void of reverie.
“My, my, my.” My eyes snapped open and I bolted upright,
tense with danger. Standing at the foot of the dais
was a muscular woman, artfully wreathed in aberrant, almost
disturbing, red armor decorated with bones, power radiating from her
very form. She was drow, albeit one whose skin was almost purple
instead of black, and her voice smooth and sultry enough to make a
succubus growl in envy. A startlingly white eyebrow arched as the
smirk hovering over the edges of her lips widened. “Do all
surfacers sleep in the nude?”

With
a start, I realized I was alone in the bed, and Valen was nowhere to
be found. Her armor shimmered as she shifted, sauntering closer to
the bed. I dismissed the lack of the demon's presence and focused
again on her, intently alert for the first sign of attack. The coiled
whip at her side was heavily spelled, the tiny armored skirt
stretched across her supple thighs glittered with each sway of her
hips, and the blackened bones lining her corset shone in the diffuse
light. Every piece of her necrotic armor, dyed red from blood and
woven from the bodies of the dead, was intricately bound and...
grimly enchanting.

Only
one woman among the descriptions of the all enemy drow we faced
matched her, but I would have been able to recognize the dark elf
queen regardless, for I had seen her in my dreams before.

She
was the Valsharess herself.

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Dun dun dundundun
duuuuuun!
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