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Fate's Vengence	By : Livia_Caste Category: +A through F > Dungeons & Dragons Views: 3788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Dungeons and Dragons franchise it is (c) to Wizards of the Coast, Any character similarities are unintended, I do not make any money from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Warming Party
- 2-Saved by Her Ass
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An icy wind brushed against the party's faces. They had been traveling for days in and out now, and really starting to get on each others nerves. Their blades were practically at each others throats. Blankets of white cotton laid over the rocky terrain, and numbed the tips of their appendages. Snow, the long-fang female cleric, had been picking fights with her other companions. The tiefling rouge, Spider, and the human fighter, Aggra, had silently dealt with the nagging for a tad too long.
“Oh, an now I 'spos the chilly weather will force y'all to scuttle off and 'exchange bodily heat' once more?” The long-fang teased, slightly annoyed. She was spying the other girls from the corner of her eye, and had noticed them edging closer to one another.
“You are simply jealous,” Spider quickly scoffed, “With that accent you wouldn't be able to get any man's oak upright.”
Aggra's face flushed red as she glided across the ice covered grounds. “Cool it, both of you, we could be in town by nightfall if we keep up the pace.” The gusts of wind were roaring against them, making it increasingly difficult to press forward.
Spider twirled around one of her daggers, a wary subtle threat to the next person to throw a slick comment her way, though she could not contain it within herself, “My guess is once we arrive in Newbark, the canine is going to chase some stray cats to relieve stress.”
“That is the last of the straws, short horned bitch!” Snow lashed out, racing up to her, fist curled tight like a wrecking ball. Spider pivoted and whipped around with the dagger. There was no way Aggra would allow these two to tear each others limbs off, mere miles away from civilization. The young human drew back her bow and nailed an arrow into the heel of Snow's boot, then grabbed Spider's arms holding her back.
“We are nearly to town, and you two are not about to use one of our first aid kits, because of a silly scuffle!” Aggra calmed the two girls down. They all knew they were only irritated from not having significant amounts of food, or sufficient shelter from the sub-zero temperature. Just then, a terrible screech came from over the trees to the west. The three ran towards the screams, through the thick brush and pricker bushes. A bone-fire burned bright in the center of the small city off in the distance, three half-orc mercenaries sat around the dancing flames, their great axes napped near their hands. The shriek had originated from their mounts, the mimicats. Large four legged felines, who's roars mimic that of dying women. A most frightening animal when traveling the forest. But the girls were relieved to finally have come to their destination. Finally, Newbark.

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Stomping the muddy wet snow from their boots, the party entered The Kneeling Mongrel. They were greeted by the warm smiles of the tavern's patrons. The people of Newbark did not get travelers very often, so when a party did come along they were always treated fairly. Aggra and Spider ordered up a few rounds of whiskey, while Snow took a seat by the fireplace, conversing with drunks.
“-and so then I says to him, 'No your mother is the size of a beholder!” Snow snickered, telling one of her “I'm a bad babe” tales.
Spider and Aggra rolled their eyes and laughed with each, overhearing. The two had become close over the course of the past few months. The lute and fiddler played their tunes loudly and with energy that would pick up some of the patrons to the center of the bar. The would get up every now and again during the climax of the song and spin each other round and round, chuckling with drinks in their hands. Spider leaned back on her chair watching the fools. Aggra peered over at her every now and again, tempted to ask her for a dance. She had known Spider had a gut of steel and was nearly impossible to get her drunk. She would need another excuse to pull her onto the dance floor.
“I think this is one of the liveliest taverns I've ever been in. It's only half past sunset and there are people all over the floor.” Aggra smirked, gesturing to the men and women dancing by the platform the bards stood upon.
“I applaud their courage to make fools of themselves,” Spider said with a smug smile, leaning further back in her chair.
“Fools, eh?” The human stood, and grabbed the tiefling's arm, “Well, come then, I wish you to make a fool of me.” She raised Spider from her chair and dragged her out to the floor. Spider did not seem happy with this.
“What? No, wait!” Spider struggled, pulling away, “I cannot dance!”
“Cannot dance?” Aggra questioned, “Nonsense.” She placed the tiefling's hands on her waist, and directed her feet. The way they moved together started out as an awkward jumble of steps and flourishes. But as the music grew quicker and their feet moved more methodically, and soon Spider was working her steps as if she was dueling Aggra. Back and fourth they swayed across the pinewood floor. Patrons around them clapped rhythmically, cheering them on. The human lifted Spider up, when whipped her around, spinning her into a dip. The look on her face was a painting of a confused, but happy girl. The song ended and the patrons applauded their little performance.
“Now that, I did not expect.” Spider's brick skin flushed redder than average. She skidded back to her bar stool and threw back a shot of rum. “You have some good moves.” She pushed her hair behind her ears and flung it over her shoulder. “I have some too, but not suitable for this setting.”
“Oh?” Aggra perched herself by the red skinned girl, “Well when can I experience your talents?”
“Hmm.” Spider looked at the wall clock, “It's only 10.” She poured a drink for Aggra, and handed it to her. After the human threw the shot back, Spider teased the girl's hair scratching behind her ear. It was obvious Aggra was a lightweight for she wobbled back and fourth as Spider grabbed her hand and started to head to the slightly hidden back entrance. She peered over her shoulder, scanning the bar for Snow. She had moved from chatting along side the babbling drunks to sucking on the face of a well-dressed wealthy looking eladrin. Spider rolled her eyes with a smirk. She turned to Aggra and pressed their bodies together whispering, “You just wait here, don't move a hair on that pretty head.”
Spider quickly trotted to Snow, seated in a small booth, “What time do you plan on getting back to camp?”
“Oh, I shan’t be returning to camp tonight, Lord-Sir-Duke here has invited the long-fang back to his most sensational manor atop the city hall!” Snow gushed, stroking the elf-like man's pointed ears. Her breath reeked of alcohol.
“Very well then,” Spider grinned and giggled a bit with excitement, racing back to Aggra, who at this point had removed her over-shirt, and was just in her coyote fur bra.
“It's hotter than the nine hells in here.”
Spider examined her cleavage and stomach, “I'll say, and I would know.” She lead Aggra out the door and into the snow. They laughed and chuckled amongst themselves as they sprinted full speed through the waves of snow, freezing their asses off. Spider's deep red skin, started to turn aqua in the freezing cold temperature. They ran all the way back to camp, which had been set up in a deep cave on the outskirts of town. The fire they lit before venturing into the tavern was still burning brightly. They threw their bodies onto the nearest bedroll, and started to furiously bite and kiss each others necks. It wasn't long before the clothes came off, Spider made sure of that. She unclasped the delicate fur bra, tossed it behind them, and removed her greaves. Aggra lifted the leather armor off Spider's shoulders, chest, and legs, leaving her undershirt the only thing between their bodies.
“Now.. don't panic...” The human reached around the tiefling, her breasts lightly pressed against the other girl's deep red skin. She grabbed the dagger the rouge had threatened their foreign companion with. Spider's eyes widened with confusion as Aggra pushed her down into the thick bear fur blankets, and climbed on top of her body. She slipped the blade under the garb and brought it up to the red girl's chest. The knife pumped up through the shirt, tearing it at the seams, ripping the wool violently downward to her lower stomach until it was no longer met the resistance of the stitching. Her shirt had been shredded to pieces.
Aggra tossed the blade to the side, “I'll get you another.” She pinned Spider's wrists and continued to press her lips against her skin, covered with goosebumps.
Spider lifted herself despite Aggra's attempt to hold the dominant position, “Oh, I have plenty others, what's one less?” The tiefling grabbed the back of the human's hair and tugged aggressively. Aggra groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Spider then proceeded to grope at the human's decently sized breasts and exclaimed, “Ugh, I just, I love your tits!” The two fell over and wrestled for the “on top” position of power. Eventually, the tiefling dived into her breasts, sucking on the girl's nipple like an angry leech. All of the human's body went numb, tingling with sensations beyond her imagination. She gave into the tiefling's dominance and allowed her atop of her. She could feel herself getting wet in her more tender areas. Aggra lifted Spider's head from her chest and drilled her tongue into her , exploring behind every pointed tooth, and each of the tiny ridges on the roof of her mouth.
Spider's hands crept down the side of the girl's body, her skin softer and smoother than a tailor's finest cut of silk. She gave Aggra's hip a tight squeeze, and slapped her ass. Aggra grunted as she was struck. Just a bit further south. That's all the human could think. Finally, she shivered and shook in anticipation. Spider's fingers danced around her thin grassy brush, then started to rub up and down parallel to her lips. Aggra's eyes shut and her head fell back as her hips began to pulsate. She begged for more, her body craving the attention of the beast within the girl. The tiefling pulled her hand away, in a teasing manner.
“An-ah,” She prodded as she licked the bodily fluid from her fingers, “You don't really deserve this.”
“Fine then,” Aggra's eyes narrowed in an angry, but rather sexy, forcible, way. She sat up and used her larger body to knock Spider completely over. When she was determined, nothing could stand in her way. She positioned herself on top of the other girl, and crammed her fingers inside her tight orifice. Spider's expression was in shock, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly opened. The human smirked and continued to thrust her fingers hard and fast. Spider's eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her toes curled from the sensual tingling. She groaned and would occasionally grab Aggra's short boyish hair and jerk her head back when it felt especially good. It was a nice indicator to the human that she had been doing something right. Out of seemingly nowhere the tiefling's body seemed to tighten up even more, constricting around Aggra's fingers like a boa, preparing to devour it's kill. Instead, a far more pleasant surprise. An ear-piercing scream of pleasure echoed through the entire cave.
The girls laid there, cuddled under a thick bear-fur blanket. Spider's head rested atop of Aggra's chest as she lightly kissed her neck and lower jaw.
“Okay so now back to what I started.” Spider reached down the girl's leg and rubbed the inside of her thigh.
The human grabbed her hand and raised it back to her waist, “No thank you, I'm delightfully satisfied with what I was able to do.”
“What? But no.” She argued, “I want to fuck you.”
“Calm down, Spider, you'll have another chance.” A light kiss was delivered to the top of her short pointed horn, “Eventually.”
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