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Overstepping Bounds	By : Elabeth Category: +M through R > Neverwinter Nights Views: 1954 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Yes, we know some of the lines are really bad. But, in our defence: *Points an accusing finger at the paladin* Casavir said them! Also, just be grateful that this didn�t turn into a Bish-Cas-Karnwyr threesome. It very nearly did.
Co-written by: Elabeth Nightsong and Fael Calad Hirobel

Overstepping Bounds

�Look out!�
Samia ducked as the creature swiped a shadowy hand over her head. She heard the battle yells from behind her, where Bishop and Casavir were struggling with their own foes. The shadow lunged and she ducked again, coming up with a flourish of her rapier.
The shadow screeched as the weapon cut across it, distorting its form. The void was filled within a second, however, and the creature attacked with renewed force.
�Tell me again why we had to come back here?� Bishop had positioned himself on a slope and was firing arrows into the fray with disdain. The arrows were moving right through the shadows, embedding themselves in the swampy ground.
�I told you...� Samia rolled to the side and slashed across a shadow's torso... �Bevil said that people were still living out here. If there's any chance that they've survived...�
�They deserve to be stuck with these undead if they're stupid enough to stay out here.� Bishop released another arrow and growled in frustration as it went straight through his target.
A wave of gold light surged across the marsh and the shadows recoiled, screeching. Casavir charged forward, warhammer in hand, and brought one shadow to its demise; the creature flickered momentarily then shattered into fragments, each shadowy piece dissipating before it touched the ground.
Bishop looked over at the paladin and snarled. Dropping his bow, he unsheathed his sword and rushed down the hill towards the enemy.
One strike, then another: the shadow facing Samia screamed and dissipated. Turning, she dodged another shadow and stumbled backwards. Before she could move, a third shadow came up from behind and grabbed her.
Pain surged through her; Samia screamed and fell to her knees. Someone called her name; she slumped forward and gasped, trying to rise. The shadow was still holding on; she tried to wrench free of its grip. Another wave of pain rolled over her limbs; she curled over in defence. Drawing a ragged breath, she twisted and struck out with her rapier.
But the creature did not flinch. Rising up to its full height, it drew its hands back for a final blow...
Bishop's sword swung forward, rippling the shadow's form. The shadow turned, its raised arms finding a new target: Bishop's sword arm. Bishop grunted, knees buckling. He managed to stay upright, however. Quickly Samia thrust forward with her rapier, the thin blade finding its target within the creature�s chest.
The enchanted blade did its work, the shadow exploding with a hiss; Samia raised her arm to protect her face from the falling debris.
She flopped back onto the soft earth, exhaustion making her limbs heavy, her breath still ragged and shallow.
�Get up, bard,� Bishop growled, pulling her to her feet, �We can't let the paladin have all the fun.�
Casavir swung his warhammer, felling another shadow. Muttering a few words he brought his hammer back around and another wave of light tumbled away from him. He nearly smiled as several undead shattered under the force.
Samia caught Bishop's eye, and motioned to the bag of spell components hanging at her hip. Bishop growled and shoved her behind him. He stepped forward, intercepting a shadow heading their way.
Samia sheathed her rapier hurriedly and fished around in her bag. She saw Bishop duck a swipe then follow through with a strike of his own. There: a waxy cylinder. She pulled it out, scattering several other objects to the ground and continued to search for her final component.
Bishop hissed as the shadow landed a blow. He staggered back slightly before returning the favour. �Come on, half-elf, I can't wait all day.�
�I'm trying, I'm trying.� Samia dug desperately, no longer caring if more items were lost. Items spilled out everywhere. One caught her eye as it fluttered to the ground. A small pouch; perfect for her spell.
She grabbed at it and brought the two items together. Closing her eyes she tried to clear her mind, allowing melody to well within her. Opening her mouth, she began with a long low note.
Something flickered. The candle... its tip had nearly caught alight. Her voice rose higher, the notes faster, more broken. The wick flickered again, flame finally catching. She sung on.
The shadow edged closer; Bishop stepped backwards to keep from its reach. He glanced over his shoulder at Samia then slashed out with his sword. The blade cut through, but the shadowy essence reknitted itself as if the strike had never happened.
Samia looked down at the candle and bag, and moved them apart. She felt a tingle in her arm and the candle slipped free from her grasp. Her voice was taking on an ethereal quality now, like tin moving through sand. She stretched out her other hand, bag resting upon her palm, and the candle began to circle.
Her heart thudded in her ears. Her spell was working. She changed her tune, broken notes combining into harmonies not humanly possible. The bard gestured with her free hand, coaxing the magic to mature within the bag.
The bag was becoming heavier, fatter, bulkier. She was having trouble holding it up. But it was working. She looked up at Bishop and smiled proudly.
Whoosh � she watched as Bishop's body was flung across the swamp. The shadow turned. Samia's song faltered, her proud look morphing into one of horror.
The candle flame flickered and Samia started. With a cursory glance to where Bishop lay dying she resumed her song. The flame strengthened again and the weight in the bag continued to grow, but the shadow was moving ever closer.
The bag must have been heavy enough now. She pulled it in closer to her body and peered in. A red glowing essence filled the pouch. Instinctively, she tipped the essence out into her other hand, the candle moving to follow it. Dropping the bag to the ground, she wrapped her fingers around the candle, pursed her lips and blew the essence through the flame.
The fiery essence passed through the shadow, having no effect... but Samia smiled. The creature moved towards her; she moved back. But she misjudged her step: she caught her foot on a root and fell to the ground.
If a shadow could laugh, that same sound was the one it made now. Samia crawled backwards, hands reaching for her weapon, but the shadow was too close for her to unsheath it.
Behind the shadow, the firey essence grew, first to the size of a campfire, then to the size of a bonfire. Samia watched as her spell took shape. Finally, the elemental blazed as if from a funeral pyre.
The shadow exploded in flame.
Samia let out a shaky breath.
The fire elemental floated off in search of more prey.
�Madam, are you hurt?� Casavir knelt by Samia and helped her to her feet.
�I'm fine,� she said, �I'm more worried about Bishop.� She looked around, searching the marsh for a sign of the ranger. �Where is he?�
The pair looked over: a group of shadows was moving in on Bishop. In synchrony the pair moved to aid him.
Casavir took out one with a single strike. Samia moved to another.
Bishop looked from one to the other, �Took your bloody time, didn't you?� He ducked a blow to the head and thrust his sword up, shattering the shadow.
�We arrived as soon as we were able.� Casavir blocked a blow with his holy shield, making the shadow screech and die.
Bishop swore. �Nine Hells, even your armour kills them!� He attacked again with a snarl.
Samia's rapier whipped about, slashing at the shadow before her. It recoiled then flew towards her, drowning the bard in darkness.
She choked and cried out in pain. A cloud of murk surrounded her; she could barely see the others but she could still hear the sounds of battle. She fell to her knees, grazing them on the rocks that littered the ground. She heard her pulse starting to slow; she heard her breathing, ragged and desperate.
Finally her vision faded entirely and she collapsed into the mud.

Casavir saw her fall. With a battle cry he dispatched his current foe with ease and rushed towards the bard. The shadow turned and screeched threateningly. Its cry was cut short by Casavir's weapon.
Bishop was fighting the remaining shadow, becoming more aggressive with each attack. Bishop struck out; the shadow snarled and latched onto his sword arm. He grunted in pain. As if without thinking his other hand found his dagger and slashed with a fluid motion. The shadow fell silent and faded away.
The two men stood there for a moment, breathing heavily. Then Casavir turned his attention to the injured woman.
Samia lay face down in the mud, her body trembling violently. With three short strides Casavir was at her side. He turned her over, allowing her breath. The woman's face was contorted in pain, a silent scream parting her lips.
Panic gripped him. Was he too late? He clutched her shoulders and shook her.
�Milady, can you hear me?� There was no response. He moved closer to her mouth.
He released a breath as he felt warm air against his cheek. Still breathing.
�Bishop, can you help me remove her armour?�
�Casavir, you surprise me, I thought you were decent.�
�I suggest you hold your tongue, Bishop. I am trying to heal her.�
They removed her armour. Casavir ignored the way Bishop's hands lingered over her curves. Removing her belt, Casavir pulled her shirt up to reveal her bare midriff. Placing two hands on her abdomen, he muttered a prayer. He felt the power of Tyr flood through his fingers and into her.
Samia gasped and fell silent, her body limp and still.
�Oh, well done, Paladin. Now we can't tell if she is alive or not.�
Casavir put a hand to her pulse. �She lives.�
Casavir stood and looked around. The marsh stretched far into the distance, with only a few trees to break the view.
�We need to find some shelter,� he said to Bishop, �or more shadows will come.�
Bishop grunted. �Fine. I suppose I get to find it while you carry the captain.�

Bishop was true to his word: he found a cave, more than big enough for all three... and with a defensible entry. He had even managed to start a fire from what dry wood he could find.
The cave was comfortable enough: the dirt floor would be more comfortable than rock, and the spring in one corner, fringed with moss-covered stones, would allow them to refill their waterskins before they set out once more.
Casavir checked Samia, frowning at her rapid heartbeat and shallow breathing. She was shivering; her skin was cold and pallid. He moved her closer to the fire, careful not to harm her, then removed his cloak and draped it over her. He looked up at Bishop, who was sitting by the entrance with Karnwyr.
�She has a fever,� he explained, stroking her forehead, �and the night is not kind. We need to keep her warm.�
Bishop looked at him through the corner of his eye. �I built a fire in this swamp; what more do you want?�
Casavir stood up and fumbled with the points of his armour. �Give me your cloak,� he said, and removed his breastplate.
Bishop raised an eyebrow. �And I suppose you want me to remove my shirt too?�
�Anything that will keep her warm.�
The ranger snorted. �It'll take more than that to make me remove my clothes, paladin.�
Casavir sighed and walked away in disgust. He removed his own tunic and draped it over the bard, then sat down next to her, warming his hands on the fire. He had been speaking the truth: the night was not a kind one, and he soon felt goose-pimples rise across his flesh. He hugged his chest to try to keep warm.
Minutes passed where the sound of the crackling fire was the only thing to be heard in that cavern. A lizard made its way up the wall, pursuing a mottled brown moth near the ceiling.
Casavir felt eyes on him. Looking up, he noticed Bishop looking his way with a smirk on his face.
The paladin raised an eyebrow. �Yes?�
Bishop shrugged and leant back against the cave wall. �Oh, nothing. I just thought it was amusing that you�d choose to appear half-naked to the Knight-Captain only when she was unconscious.�
Casavir snorted and turned back to the fire, trying to look anywhere but at Bishop.
He allowed his thoughts to wander, slipping through his mind like wind through a valley. The lizard on the wall snapped at the moth, catching it within its jaws, then gulfed it down and skittered off into the gloom.
Bishop traced his hand along the wall. �I don�t know why you�re so protective of her, paladin. After all, she seems to have slept with the entire City Watch...�
Casavir�s head snapped up. �She has not!�
The ranger waved a hand in dismissal. �Oh okay, at least three or four, then. She definitely slept with Cormick...�
Casavir clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to grab Bishop by the shoulders and slam him into the wall. �I will not have you speaking about her that way, Bishop.�
Bishop smirked. �Ahh, the jealousy. I�d have thought you were above that, paladin.�
�My feelings for her are none of your concern.�
�Come now, paladin, you�re not that subtle. I wouldn�t be surprised if everyone in Neverwinter knew about your... appetite... for our sweet captain. Well, except for our captain.�
Casavir stood and threw another log onto the fire, pointedly not looking at Bishop.
�You know what I think? I think that you don�t have the nerve to admit your feelings to her. Afraid of overstepping your bounds, perhaps? She has a mouth, and a tongue: she�s capable of rejecting you herself.�
Bishop stood and made his way over to the fire, smirk painted across his face.
�Face it, paladin, you�re never going to tell her how you feel, and she is never going to help you scratch that itch you have for her. So, I figure, why not take the opportunity now, to do something. Look at her lying there, all vulnerable, defenceless. What she needs now is a paladin�s... comfort.�
�I have already done all I can for her.�
�Oh come now, that�s not what I meant. Don�t tell me you don�t know how to use that sword of yours.�
His brows drew down in momentary confusion. He didn�t use a sword in battle... He glared at Bishop when he realised what the ranger had meant. �I would never betray her like that.�
The ranger chuckled. �Well now, what�s the matter? Afraid of a little kiss?�
�I would sooner kiss you than insult her like that. How dare you imply such a thing.�
Again, Bishop chuckled. �Oh, I wasn�t implying anything. I hardly think you capable of doing so anyway. Now if it was me...�
Casavir�s glare intensified. �I suggest you stay away from her, Bishop.�
�Or what? You�ll �smite� me?� He knelt down next to the Captain, his hand tracing the curve of her jaw. �...Such a delicate flower... maybe I�ll pluck her myself. Imagine � the swell of her breast in your hand, the taste of her on your tongue...� Bishop swung a leg over, straddling her hips. �And she�d wake up with a few aches and never know where she got them.�
Casavir watched, stunned, as Bishop leant down and pressed his lips over hers. His arms entwined with Samia�s, holding her trapped as the kiss deepened. He invaded her mouth with his tongue, almost smothering her in eagerness.
Casavir let out a yell and grabbed the ranger, pulling him off of her. He slammed Bishop into the wall with a growl.
Bishop grunted as his body collided with the wall, but showed no signs of pain. Instead, he leered at the paladin, wiping saliva from his mouth.
�Careful, paladin. If you stop me here, I�ll have to use you as a replacement.�
Casavir�s heart beat like a battle-drum; he fought the urge to gag. �You wouldn�t dare.�
Bishop snickered. �It gets awfully lonely in the wilderness. I take what I can get.�
Casavir looked Bishop over, noticing the sizeable bulge in the ranger�s britches. He stepped back slightly, leaving more space between him and Bishop�s arousal. �You disgust me.�
Bishop�s smirk spread further. �I wasn�t the one that brought up the idea of us kissing.�
�I�d sooner kiss a troll.�
�Well now, moving down the food chain? Your paladin standards seem to be slipping minute by minute. For all this talk of kissing, though, you don�t appear to be kissing anyone. Seems to me that you need a little... motivation.�
With a twist, Bishop ducked under Casavir�s arm and around to the back, pushing Casavir headfirst into the wall. The paladin threw up his arms to protect himself, shielding his head from impact. Hands grabbed at his shoulders and spun him to face the ranger. Something sharp pressed against the paladin�s throat, flashing silver in the firelight.
�Enough motivation for you?� Bishop leant forward, letting his dagger draw blood.
Casavir stayed silent.
In an instant Bishop�s mouth met his, stubble scraping a path along his cheek. His head moved back and hit the stone wall as Bishop pushed closer onto his mouth. The rough surface of Bishop�s tongue licked across Casavir�s firmly shut mouth.
Bishop pulled back. Casavir�s disgust was written plainly across his face.
�Well now, that isn�t very polite.� Bishop leered. �Don�t you know you�re supposed to kiss back?�
Casavir felt sick. How had he let this happen? Bishop was not a subtle man, yet he hadn�t seen this coming. And Samia... unconscious, vulnerable Samia... he had to do whatever it took to keep Bishop away from her, at least until she recovered. With a knife at his throat, there was little Casavir could do but play along for now. With luck, Bishop would slip up and he could subdue the ranger until Samia was well enough to leave.
�Ah, just as I thought, the paladin�s not man enough to...�
With a growl Casavir cocked his head to the side and leant into Bishop. Hands sliding up to the ranger�s biceps, he held on tightly as he slid his lips over Bishop�s.
Bishop gasped in surprise, allowing Casavir�s tongue entry. The ranger returned the growl, pushing against the paladin�s tongue with his own, battling for dominance. A short step in had Bishop pushing his clothed body flush with Casavir�s naked torso.
The sensation of the leather against his skin� it was so unusual. He could smell the hide�s distinctive scent mixed in with dirt, sweat and wolf fur. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the heady scent that was so different to the light perfumes of the few women he had shared a bed with.
Bishop was exploring the naked flesh with his free hand, running calloused fingers over Casavir�s shoulders. His tongue was doing its own exploring, tracing across tooth and tongue alike. The ranger retracted his tongue and Casavir felt Bishop take his lower lip between his teeth. The mild sensation of pain drew a moan from the paladin; he moved his hands through Bishop�s hair, holding those wicked lips to his.
Bishop�s hand started to roam lower, running down the length of Casavir�s body before slipping between them, teasing the exposed skin above the waist of the paladin�s britches. The hand passed across the trail of hair leading lower, sending shivers across his flesh.
Pulling back from Bishop�s mouth Casavir leant his head back against the rocky wall. Casavir drew a laboured breath, further entwining his hands in Bishop�s hair.
Bereft of the paladin�s lips, Bishop turned his attention to the strong neck that was now exposed to him, biting and sucking, while avoiding the trail of drying blood from his blade, which he sheathed out of the way.
Casavir felt Bishop smile against his bare skin. The paladin arched into the hand that now reached into his britches. Bishop�s hand moved over Casavir�s half-hard cock and rubbed. Casavir moaned.
But wait� this was wrong. This was no fair maiden: it was Bishop who was wielding his sword. This was not someone he should be intimate with, if only because the ranger would find some way to use this against him. Leverage was a dangerous thing, especially where Bishop was concerned.
But oh, that hand was doing some nice things, and he hadn�t felt this way for half a lifetime. Don�t stop�
Bishop regarded him coolly. �What�s the matter, paladin? Having second thoughts?� The ranger wrapped his hand around Casavir�s erection; he stroked the length and rubbed a thumb over the sensitive tip.
Casavir bucked into the tight fist, arching off the wall and rolling them so that Bishop was now pushed back against the rock. Before Bishop could taunt him further Casavir�s mouth descended forward, capturing the ranger�s in a heated kiss.
Hands fumbling slightly, Casavir worked open the clasps of Bishop�s leather armour. �It�s what intelligent people do, think things through more than once,� he gasped between kisses.
The heavy jerkin thudded as it fell to the dirty cave floor. Bishop obligingly raised his hands over his head to allow his undershirt to follow. �Looks like you�re going to get my shirt off after all.�
With quick glance over his shoulder at where Samia lay beneath a pile of clothes, Casavir tossed Bishop�s shirt so that it landed on top of the slumbering Knight-Captain.
�Bloody paladin,� Bishop hissed. He pulled Casavir�s head back in for another kiss, biting on the paladin�s lower lip, almost drawing blood. With a growl Casavir pushed back, holding the ranger against the wall with his whole body. His hands pressed hard as they made their way down Bishop�s well-muscled back, across his ribs and then around to clasp the man�s firm buttocks.
Bishop groaned, and a spark of pleasure flitted through Casavir. He kissed back harder, massaging the other man�s buttocks, feeling Bishop�s bulge press further into his leg.
Then he felt Bishop remove his hand and pulled back from the kiss. Confusion spilled through him: Bishop had been enjoying it... and so had he. Then he noticed that Bishop�s hands had moved to the laces of his own britches.
The man stared at Casavir; indeed, he practically glared. �Clothes. Now.�
Casavir snorted at the man�s eagerness, but secretly wished for the same. Stepping back, he fumbled with his bootlaces and tugged them off, throwing them to the side. He noticed Bishop following suit.
His hands moved to his britches now, tugging at the cord to loosen them. They fell to the floor, and Casavir stepped back towards Bishop. The other man stepped out of his own pants and � before Casavir could react � pushed him to the cave wall, knocking the air out of him.
Bishop smirked when Casavir grunted. �What�s the matter, paladin? Never been with a ranger before? It can get quite rough.� The other man�s hands moved across Casavir�s rear, dragging his dull nails over the pale flesh.
Casavir responded by groping Bishop�s balls and gently massaging them. Bishop gasped, his head falling forward onto the paladin�s shoulder.
�What�s wrong, Bishop? Never been with a paladin before?�
�Oh, I�m sure your temple fervour will come in handy,� Bishop uttered between gasps.
Face hidden from Bishop�s gaze Casavir smiled. �I think you�d be quite surprised by some of the things we learn at the temple.�
Bishop murmured incoherently, before lifting his head. �Of course... all that praying, that would certainly help with the kneeling.�
�Well, I certainly know how to wield a sword.�
Before Bishop could blink, Casavir slid his fingers along the underside of Bishop�s cock, forcing Bishop to bite his lip to muffle a yelp of pleasure and surprise.
�You�ll pay for that,� Bishop groaned.
�Really? I haven�t seen anything particularly impressive yet.� Casavir emphasised his point with a slight tug at Bishop�s member.
Bishop jerked then shot a glare at Casavir. �Bastard.�
The paladin smiled. �Well... maybe if you spent some time worshipping, you would be better.�
Bishop backed away, easily slipping from Casavir�s grasp. Catching his breath, he continued to glare at the man. �Well now... I�ll show you worship.�
The ranger dropped to his knees; Casavir stepped back in confusion. But he was already against the wall; he had nowhere to go. The ranger placed his hands on Casavir�s hips, pinning him to the wall. Bishop smirked: Casavir could not go anywhere.
�Bishop, what are you...?� Casavir trailed off as Bishop let go with one hand and trailed it along his erection. Hot air ghosted over Casavir�s cock, making him shiver.
�I�m sure you can figure it out.�
Bishop�s thumb circled around the head of Casavir�s cock smearing the viscous liquid there, coating his thumb and the head of the paladin�s member in the substance.
Casavir let out a primal groan, vision blurring. He blinked to clear his vision then watched as Bishop brought his thumb to his mouth.
Casavir�s eyes grew wide as that mouth opened, tongue snaking out to taste.
Bishop sucked his thumb into his mouth, moaning and allowing his eyes to close. The ranger�s cheeks had hollowed: he was sucking hard. Casavir stifled another moan, feeling a tightening in his groin as he imagined Bishop giving the same treatment there.
The ranger smirked around his thumb, pulling it from his mouth and looking up at Casavir with a predatory gaze.
Casavir�s member throbbed in anticipation.
Then those hands were upon him. Holding his cock steady Bishop moved forward, slowly, mouth within a finger�s breadth. Warm breath teased him, urging him to take control, to thrust his hips forward, but he fought to stay his ground. Come on, Bishop... oh, keep going...
Moment by moment, Bishop inched forward. Casavir�s heart was pounding in his chest; Bishop�s lips came ever closer. Then they were no longer there: Casavir felt stubble brush against his cock and flushed in bewilderment.
Casavir looked down at Bishop in confusion; Bishop grinned, undoubtedly noticing his pained expression.
He groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall and pulling at his hair in frustration. Of all the times Bishop could tease him... His member still thirsted for the feel of those lips around...
�Oh, Samia!� Casavir bucked, causing the other man�s forehead to collide into dark curls.
He felt lips stretch into a smirk, and teeth grazed along his cock back to the tip. Then he felt a hand grasp his balls, massaging them as those lips moved forward once more.
Unable to hold still, Casavir thrust his hips forward, seeking more of the delicious pleasure enveloping him. The hand that had been fondling him came up, forcefully restraining him against the wall. Letting out a groan of pleasured frustration, Casavir let his hand fall, trying to tangle it within Samia�s long tresses... but his hands moved right past, finding only a field of shortly-cropped hair. Bishop�s. He rested his hand on Bishop�s head, enjoying the sensation of the messy crop.
Bishop�s hand momentarily left Casavir�s hip, moving to bat away the weight to his head. A low growl did more to pleasure than warn, but Casavir got the message.
�I believe you might have some control issues, Bishop.�
Bishop withdrew his head, �Shut up and submit, paladin.�
A laugh echoed around the cave, quickly dissolving into groans as Bishop advanced.
Defenceless, Casavir could only gasp as the other man�s mouth progressed further and further up his cock. Bump � his tip hit the back of Bishop�s throat. Bishop gagged around him, the walls spasmed, tightening around his manhood.
A flicker of worry passed through Casavir: if Bishop retched...
But the ranger suppressed the reflex, repeating the move with no further qualms.
Casavir�s hands tugged at his hair, pulling his head back as pushed against the hand pinning him to the wall. The sensations surrounding his cock were becoming overwhelming, drawing desire from him. His actions were dictated solely by what felt good, endeavouring to claim as much enjoyment as the warm mouth around him would give.
Casavir shuddered with pleasure. His legs gave way and he toppled forward, steadying himself against Bishop�s shoulders. With a wet sound Bishop released Casavir�s cock; removing his support by leaning back.
Bereft, Casavir slid to his knees, his hands still on Bishop�s shoulders and his torso now flush with the ranger�s.
Hot air blew across Casavir�s cheek as Bishop sighed in frustration. �Turn around,� he ordered.
�Excuse me?�
Bishop lowered his chin and glared down at him. �Turn around,� he said again.
Those amber eyes tore into Casavir, robbing him of all speech.
With a sigh, Bishop grabbed Casavir�s shoulders and pulled him forward, getting out of the way as the paladin fell. With a quick movement he hitched a leg over the man and mounted.
Casavir attempted to push up, struggling to stand. Bishop couldn�t possibly be serious.
The ranger held Casavir in place. �If you don�t struggle I won�t have to force you.�
�I am not letting you...� Casavir tried again to push up.
�What? Is the poor little paladin afraid of the big, bad ranger hurting his virgin ass?� Bishop mocked, pushing himself down onto Casavir�s trapped body. �Don�t worry: I know you can heal yourself afterwards.�
Bishop raised a hand to the cavern wall, grabbing a fistful of the moss that had been growing from the spring. It made a squelching sound as Bishop rubbed it between his palms to make a paste.
Casavir looked up. �You cannot be serious. That could be anything...�
�What do you take me for, paladin? I know what I�m doing.�
�But... it is not sanitary...�
�Neither was what you ate for dinner last night, but you didn�t complain about that. Hells, man, you�re a paladin: you can�t catch diseases! What are you complaining about?�
Casavir felt a cold, slicked finger circle his entrance once before it pushed inside him. He shivered involuntarily. Gods, that goop was cold!
The finger pushed in as deep as it could go. Casavir forced himself to relax, to quell the slight burn. Before he could adjust properly Bishop pushed another finger inside him.
Scissoring his fingers, Bishop twisted his hand around, looking for...
Casavir bucked his body back against Bishop�s hand. A loud guttural moan filled the cave.
�By the Gods, Bishop, keep doing that.�
The ranger laughed, his fingers still sliding in and out of Casavir, refusing to hit the same sweet spot inside the paladin again.
�I don�t think I�ll be taking orders from you, paladin. I think I�ll do exactly what I want with you.�
A third finger joined the others, the intrusion once more burning; but that thought was quickly lost as Bishop�s finger�s numbed all else but the pleasure within.
The hand then stilled within the paladin. Casavir moaned in frustration, trying to move against the fingers inside him.
Bishop hovered his fingers over their target, waiting for the other man to still before he tapped against the paladin�s trigger. Immediately Casavir thrust back against him, but Bishop waited until the paladin was once more still before repeating the move. This time Casavir finally understood, holding his body as still as possible, eager for the next wave of pleasure.
With a smirk, Bishop granted the paladin what he wanted. �Well, would you look at that, you can teach an old paladin new tricks.�
Casavir struggled to form his response, �You�re more the dog... old... you�re... Oh, Gods, just keep doing that.�
The sensations within Casavir stopped as Bishop�s fingers slid out of him; he was momentarily overwhelmed by a feeling of physical loss. Before he had time to gather his wits, he felt something much larger enter him. An ashamedly wanton moan escaped his throat, mixing with an echoing moan of pleasure from behind.
Casavir dug his fingernails into the cave floor, tensing against the intrusion. What in the realms had the man shoved up there? There was no way something that big was Bishop�s... He hadn�t looked that well endowed.
He felt Bishop pull back a little then thrust deeper. Casavir moaned. How in the hells was that possible?
Bishop thrust in further.
By the hells! Casavir felt stretched to his limit, beyond his limit � something was going to tear.
He heard Bishop moan from behind him, and he mirrored the ranger with his own. Bishop sniggered. �Well now, with all that talk of wielding a sword, your repertoire seems wanting. Why, it�s as if you�re just a little girl who can�t even take a hit.�
Casavir growled. �I can take more than you can.�
Bishop leaned in closer, chuckling into his ear. �Is that a challenge, paladin? Well, I�m going to disappoint you, because there�s no way I�m letting you on top of me.�
Casavir pushed up from the ground, slamming his body into the ranger; Bishop gasped in surprise. The ranger slumped forward, and the paladin couldn�t help but smile to himself.
�I could make you if I wanted to.� He was now supporting their combined weight on his hands and knees.
Bishop�s hand grabbed his jaw and yanked his head up to the side � he could see Samia lying near the fire, just a few paces away.
�If you don�t let me finish with you, I�ll finish with her.� Bishops fingers dug in, causing pain.
�I�m not the one who stopped, Luskan� he forced out from between clenched teeth.
Bishop scowled and grabbed a fistful of Casavir�s hair. The paladin�s head jerked back even further, and he had to stifle a yelp. Bishop leaned down further.
�Don�t you ever call me a Luskan again,� he growled then thrust into Casavir with renewed vigour.
Devine magic seemed to crackle through the paladin, heading straight for his nethers. Casavir gasped, revelling in the sensations flowing through him. His cock twitched, dripping pre-cum onto the dirt beneath him. He was but a moment away from bliss.
He snaked his hand up his thigh, enjoying the brush of his fingers on his naked flesh.
Bishop thrust once more, Casavir had to tense to keep himself steady. He pushed back, meeting the rangers next thrust.
His hand finally found its target, rapping itself around his sword. He jerked himself in time with Bishop�s movements. He could feel himself getting closer to his limit.
Bishop�s breathing was nearly as ragged as his. The ranger�s fingers dug into him, pulling his hips back to meet each thrust. Bishop�s member hits his target, sending a final shiver through him.
Casavir�s hips jerk sporadically into his hand; he closed his eyes and moaned as his body convulsed with pleasure.
The paladin fell forward, resting his head against his forearms as he tried to regain his breath. The intense feeling of pleasure receded as his cock softened. His body rocked back and forth as Bishop continued to slide in and out of him, the sensations becoming a little more painful than pleasurable.
Casavir squirmed, trying to get away from the invading member, but Bishop pushed hard against his shoulder shoving him back into the dirt. The hand stayed there, pining Casavir down as the thrusts in his rear become more hurried.
Casavir flinched: never before had he been with someone who showed such complete disregard for his comfort. He could picture Bishop�s smirk of triumph as he fucked him brutally.
Every gasp of pleasure from Bishop sent another wave of regret crashing through Casavir. A paladin of Tyr should not allow himself to be used like this. Yet here he was: naked, bare, used. Would Tyr even accept him after this?
One final thrust and Bishop let out a guttural moan. Something hot surged into Casavir; he squirmed once more at the foreign sensation.
Bishop collapsed on top of him, hot and slippery. Casavir shuddered and bucked away from the ranger. Sighing lazily, Bishop finally rolled away.
Casavir took a moment to collect himself as the sticky fluid oozed out of him. He felt dirty, sickeningly so. He rolled over to get a good look at Bishop. The ranger lay stretched out, naked in his full glory. His tanned skin seemed golden in the firelight, sweat glistening off his powerful muscles. He was sated, contented, like a wolf that got the hare. The bastard.
Queasily, Casavir tried to stand up. A trail of the ranger�s semen was slowly trickling down his leg. He was so sore he could barely stand. Taking one last look at the ranger, he made his way out of the cave, leaning against the cave wall for support.
Karnwyr was at the entrance, naturally. The wolf looked up curiously, sniffed at his leg, then turned away to continue her watch.
Casavir stared at the wolf numbly, then stumbled outside.
It was cold outside the cave, but it was far better than staying inside with Bishop. He leant against the rocky wall, the frigid night air burning his lungs as he inhaled. He tried to focus on his breathing, willing everything else to fade into the background.
He smashed his palm into the wall, not caring if the rough surface drew blood. How could he be so foolish? In the Tyrran scriptures, any contact with people like Bishop was despicable. One may smite them, convince them to change their evil ways, or, if all else failed, one may simply avoid them. One certainly could not cavort with them.
Casavir dug his fingers into the wall. Was he even a Paladin anymore? He had broken one of the key tenets of his order.
Immediately he thought of Samia, lying on the cave floor, still wounded. He mightn�t be able to rely on Tyr�s blessings any longer, and this could hinder her recovery. But he had acted to protect her... Surely, he had chosen the lesser of two evils?

The first thing that Samia noticed as she rose out of the fogginess of sleep was how nice and warm it was. She rolled over, snuggling closer to her cloth blanket, enjoying the slide of fabric against her cheek. It smelled masculine, like a mix of thyme, sweat and beeswax. Her mind filled with images of warmth, strength, protection, blue eyes, dark hair...
Okay, those images were getting a little specific. But she didn�t care too much: after all, nobody could see into her mind. She inhaled deeply, indulging in that feeling of warmth and safety.
The sound of a blade grating across wood intruded into her daydream, dissolving her sense of peace and quiet. She cursed inwardly. Casavir was not next to her; she had only a silly little blanket.
Blearily, she forced herself to open her eyes. From the look of the ceiling above her, rocky and organic, she was in a cave of some sort. She lay next to the remnants of a campfire, ashes white with flecks of orange still glowing from within. She lolled her head to the side, hunting for the source of the grating noise. She found Bishop leaning against the cave wall to her left, whittling an arrow shaft from a long stick. Casavir sat on the other side of the room, apparently deep in thought.
Memories drifted back to her. She recalled the battle, the searing pain as she fell into darkness, and nothing more. The men must have found shelter and carried her here after defeating the last of the shadows.
�Morning,� she mumbled into the air. Bishop looked up and nodded at her; Casavir muttered an indistinct reply.
�What time is it?� she asked sleepily.
Bishop looks up momentarily. �A few hours after dawn,� he replied. �We�re packed and ready to leave as soon as you are.�
Samia noted a distinct lack of disdain in the ranger�s voice. It seemed odd to her for a moment, but the feeling soon faded into the sleepy wash of her thoughts.
It became clear to her that Bishop spoke the truth: both men were fully armoured and packed. Casavir was missing his cloak, though. She looked down at the blanket covering her, ah, there it was. That he cared about her so much as to give up his cloak sent a wave of admiration flooding through her.
The bard lay still for a few moments, taking in more of her surroundings. It was quiet, apart from Bishop�s whittling; the silence was almost unsettling in its poignancy. She searched for something to break the stillness.
Her elvish senses kicked in and she wrinkled her nose. �What is that smell?�
Casavir looked up, startled, then quickly dropped his gaze. Bishop ceased his whittling.
�It�s a cave. In a swamp.� Bishop raised an eyebrow. �Any number of animals have been in here doing any number of bestial things.� Casavir shifted uneasily.
Samia tried to speak, but was unable to reply. Bishop�s unexpected defensiveness had left her feeling like she had been kicked in the stomach. She had only meant to make conversation. It seemed as if Bishop was taking her comment as an affront to his skills as a ranger. The cave was a good shelter, after all.
�I�m sorry,� she whispered, not sure exactly what she was apologising for.
Again, silence pervaded the cave.
�I hope you boys didn�t try to kill each other last night,� she said, trying to lighten the mood.
Samia wanted Casavir to look up, to share some sort of connection, but she received nothing. His face was impassive; if anything, he looked slightly worried.
Bishop howled with laughter, making Samia jump. She flinched as pain spread throughout her body. She experimented with moving an arm; a strange tingling pain flared from the tips of her fingers to her shoulder.
She looked up at the paladin, slightly disappointed that he hadn�t reacted at all. �Casavir, I hurt. Is there any way you could...?�
�There are potions in the bag next to you,� he cut in, looking away, and Samia felt even more wounded. Bishop laughed even harder, clutching his sides.
Samia felt like she was missing something.
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