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Redemption	By : RaewynThorne Category: +M through R > Neverwinter Nights Views: 1695 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the setting of characters of NWN, and nmake no money from this.I'm just borrowing Obsidian's toys. I promise to play nice. Mostly.

Chapter List
- 1-Redemption
- 1
"Casavir, he's watching us."
"I know." his deep voice rumbled in her ear. "I sensed him a few minutes ago." He shifted from his position on top of her to lie beside her, looking down into her face.
"He…he is in so much pain." Neera reached out with the new abilities she had just begun to develop, her awareness brushing the ranger's presence. She was able to discern only vague impressions, but what she touched was powerful. "His pain, his loneliness is…overpowering."
"He spurns human contact even though he is starved for it. It is the source of his anger and darkness, I think." He had grown more quickly than she into the new abilities that the shard had awakened in both of them, perhaps because they were not too dissimilar to the empathy and healing he had trained as a paladin. His voice showed concern, and Neera turned to him, questioning.
"We can help him. He seeks love, acceptance, trust…."
"I don't know, my lady…"
"Casavir, my heart is yours, that will never change. What we share is beyond the realms, and can never be dimmed. Can we not spare some of our light for a lost soul?"
Casavir studied his lady love, considering. He understood what she was suggesting, and he also knew that she had long sought for a way to reach the troubled ranger. For a long time he had been tormented by this, fearing that she would turn from him and seek Bishop in his place. Since the shard had awakened the strange empathy they now shared, he knew better. He and Neera were soul-bound, and had been long before either of them had admitted it even to themselves, never mind each other. Her desire to reach out to the troubled man was simply part of her giving character, and he loved her for it. He would trust her in this.
"Very well my lady."
She rose to her knees and turned toward the trees where the ranger was hidden. Casavir followed suit and stayed close behind her. "Bishop." she called, not troubling to cover her naked form.
There was no reply and she quirked a small smile at Casavir. The ranger did not know of their new abilities, and would believe himself to be fully hidden from them. And a fortnight ago, he would have been correct. He was unmatched when it came to stealth and concealment; even Neeshka, the rogue that traveled with them, could not quite match his stealth. But now he stood out in Neera's awareness, limned in golden green light.
"Bishop, I know you are there. Please come here." her voice was kind, almost teasing, and after a moment, the branches shivered and the ranger emerged.
"So, got yourself some new powers, have you. Might have known you'd find a way to spoil all my fun." he tried for his usual mocking tones, but he was plainly unsettled. If she and the holy twit had known he was there, why hadn't the paladin crushed his skull by now? Come to that, how had they known he was there? And why was Neera smiling at him?
"You needn't hide at the fringes any longer, Bishop. Come into the light with us." She held her arms out to him.
His eyebrows almost met his hairline, and he stopped his cautious advance. "Look, princess, so you caught me. It's no secret that I’m not above a bit of voyeurism, or that I'd like a chance to tumble you myself. But if you think I want you badly enough to come over there so this one" he indicated Casavir with a jerk of his chin "can pound me into bloody bits, you're more stupid than I thought."
His bravado was admirable, but Neera could see a softening in his face, a longing that wasn't entirely sexual to come into her embrace.
Neera looked to Casavir, and after conferring silently, he addressed the ranger. "Bishop, my lady wishes to welcome you. I…I welcome you as well. I will not harm you, and I will give you my trust. Let us be adversaries no longer."
Golden eyes met blue for a long moment, and the ranger looked away first. "I don't know who's more insane; you two, or me."
He approached the pair on the blanket slowly, still wary, but unable to resist the welcome in Neera’s eyes. She smiled at him and took his hand, drawing him to kneel before her. She leaned forward and kissed him gently. She guided his hands to her hips before taking his stubble-shadowed cheeks between her palms and looking into his wolf-gold eyes. "It's alright, Bishop. You don't have to be alone any more." She kissed him again, deeper, her tongue teasing open his mouth, and sinking into the kiss when he opened to her with a groan.
Bishop didn’t know what she was babbling about, or why the damned paladin hadn’t killed him yet, but as her tongue delved the secrets of his mouth, he didn’t care. They were both always spouting about goodness and belonging. He wasn’t about to pass up the luscious redhead offering him an afternoon of debauchery on account of good intentions.
She reached up and deftly undid the buckles holding his leathers, and Casavir reached to help her draw the heavy garment off the ranger's shoulders. That surprised Bishop. The glanced at the paladin, and instead of the disapproving scowl he expected, he found a calm amusement on the older man’s face. He turned back to Neera as she tugged off his linen shirt, and then reached to untie the laces of his breeches. Bishop brushed her hands away and peeled off his soft leather boots followed by his breeches.
Neera reclaimed the ranger's lips and leaned back into Casavir, who leaned to drop kisses on her shoulder and neck, making her shiver against Bishop's mouth. Bishop's hands roamed her skin, leaving trails of fire over her shoulders and belly before returning to cup the weight of her breasts in his palms. Casavir's arms came around her, skimming caresses over her belly in Bishop's wake. Bishop broke their kiss and dropped his head to her breasts, his hands sliding down her sides, brushing past Casavir's forearms. Casavir's hands reached to assist Bishop, cupping her breasts and bringing her nipples forward, making it easier for Bishop to suck first one then the other into his hot mouth.
Now that was odd, Bishop thought. Maybe… the thought fled, banished by the fire that sang in him, stirred by the woman in his arms.
Neera arched her back, clutching the back of Bishop's head, her hands reveling in the feel of his short spiky hair, so different from Casavir's luxurious coal black curls. She snaked her other hand behind Casavir's head, pulling him down into a hungry openmouthed kiss.
Bishop's mouth moved down her stomach and Neera writhed, the sensation of both men's mouths on her fevered flesh setting her aflame, She rocked her hips and felt Casavir's length, fully hard again, press against her back. He let out a groan and his hands pulled her hips back into him, crushing her against his erection.
Casavir sat back and lifted Neera onto his knees, her knees on either side of his. He settled her firmly on his lap, his hard length sliding past the cleft of her bottom and resting under her soaking lips. Once she was settled, he opened his knees, forcing her legs apart, while he slid his hands to her thighs, parting them further to allow the ranger access to her center.
Bishop crouched down before her, his mouth teasing the insides of her thighs, lipping at the light dusting of hair on her mound, and blowing softly on her folds. She writhed and moaned "Please…." Casavir resumed his to suckling at her neck and shoulders, catching her earlobe in his teeth and nipping lightly, his breath hot in her ear.
Bishop ran his tongue over her nether lips, working from the outside to the center in achingly slow increments. When he finally drew his tongue up her center, flicking the tiny bundle of nerves at the peak of her folds, she bucked her hips violently. "Bleeding hells, Bishop! Yes!"
Casavir held her hips firmly and both men chuckled at her wantonness. Bishop fixed his mouth on her then, his tongue dancing over her sensitive flesh, his lips adding gentle suction. In spite of Casavir's grip on her, Neera's hips began rocking in time with the waves of pleasure crashing through her as Bishop's mouth carried her into greater and greater ecstasy.
Casavir moaned as her undulating movements drew her nether lips over his length. He began thrusting, the feel of her slick wet heat making his breath come hard and fast. His thrusts grew deeper, until he thrust into Bishop's chin. The rough sensation of the ranger's unshaven skin on the sensitive tip of his shaft made him cry out sharply.
Bishop was startled, but after a moment of hesitation, decided to go with the moment. Never ceasing his assault on Neera's soaking center, Bishop slid a hand underneath her, cupping his hand to stroke the underside of Casavir's hardness. The paladin shuddered and growled deep in his chest, the contrast between Neera's silky flesh and the calloused hand of the ranger making him see stars. Bishop grinned at the effect his touch had on the paladin.
Casavir's growl pushed Neera over the edge, and she came with a shriek, her entire body convulsing, held up only by the solidity of the man behind her. Bishop drew back, his face wet and a satisfied grin on his face. Behind her, Casavir panted harshly, trapped on the brink, but still needing release. Neera caught her breath and took the initiative. Placing her hands on Bishop’s shoulders for balance, she raised herself up on her knees, and slowly lowered herself onto Casavir's throbbing erection, bathing him in her moisture. She let him slip into her folds for only a moment, however, before she raised up again, and tilted her hips forward, bringing Casavir's rock-hard tip to her rear entrance.
"Neera…" he croaked, and she captured his mouth as she slid herself down onto him, slowly enough to let herself adjust to his girth. Bishop watched this, his eyes popping as she impaled herself on the paladin. Casavir's head lolled back and his breath came in short grunting pants as a heat and tightness he'd never before experienced surrounded him. Neera turned her gaze to Bishop and held out her arms to him.
His eyes grew wider as she drew him close, guiding the ranger's shaft into her soaking channel. She let out a deep, guttural groan as she felt the ranger's length added to Casavir's. The ranger thrust gently, making sure Neera was alright before pumping madly as he wanted to do. He spared a second's thought that such tenderness was not his habit but cast it aside in favor of the incredible sensation of sliding into Neera's body.
As soon as Bishop had sheathed himself in Neera to the base, Casavir drew out and thrust slowly. He swore as he felt the contours of Bishop's hardness glide against his own within Neera. Bishop felt it as well, and his eyes crossed at the sensation. He timed his next thrust in response to Casavir's. Soon both of them were pumping in and out of her in a dizzying rhythm, and Neera's cries rose to a single keening wail as she climaxed again.
Bishop leaned in to kiss her, and tasting herself on his lips, she drew Casavir into the kiss. The taste of Neera's juices on the ranger's mouth, together with the unfamiliar sensation of his rough cheeks inflamed Casavir more than he would have thought possible, and he kissed the ranger hungrily, invading his mouth and drawing out every bit of Neera's essence. Bishop found himself answering the paladin’s ferocity, growing dizzy at the soaring heat within him.
They opened the kiss then, and it was Bishop who drew Neera back in, all three of their tongues tangling, their fevered breath mingling. Casavir and Bishop both began thrusting harder, faster, and Neera's head spun as her body was overwhelmed with sensation, her climaxes blurring into a long pulsating spasm that had her body shaking helplessly, hanging suspended between the two men who loved her.
Casavir felt his own release approaching, and reached to grasp the ranger's shoulders, drawing all three of them onto a tight embrace, his mouth seeking the other man's shoulder. He suckled and nipped, and as his peak approached he bit down harder. Neera threw her arms around Bishop as well, finding the other side of his neck, her fingers raking his back, her mouth sucking and nipping in an intoxicating counterpoint to Casavir's.
Bishop was surrounded, Neera's and Casavir's nips and bites releasing something feral and primal in the ranger, and he growled, sounding more wolf than man. Neera found herself cresting again, and bit down hard on Bishop's shoulder as her body shook violently, her muscles clenching around both of the men buried deep within her. Her spasms pushed Casavir over the edge, and with a hoarse cry, he stiffened, his body going tense, buried deep inside Neera as he found release, spilling himself into the woman he loved, lost in her. Neera's teeth at his neck shattered the last of the ranger's control, and he surrendered to them utterly, the last of his loneliness dissolving as he flew to pieces with a roar, spilling his own heat into Neera's trembling body.
For a while they stayed like that, Casavir’s arms wrapped around the both of them, holding them up, Bishop embracing Neera with his head on her shoulder, and Neera nestled between them. As their breathing slowed they began to disentangle themselves in order to lie down on the somewhat sodden quilt. Casavir settled first, drawing Neera close to his side. Bishop felt a flare of uncertainty until Neera took his hand and with a weary smile, drew him down beside her where she lay with her head on the paladin's broad chest. She cradled the ranger's head on her breast, and the paladin drew his cloak over all of them.
"You shine brightly to me, beloved." rumbled Casavir sleepily.
"And you to me, my Katalmach." Turning to Bishop she murmured "You're home now, Bishop."
As sleep claimed him, Bishop mused that once such a sentiment would had drawn a sneer from him. But he felt only a swell of security and belonging. Perhaps, at long last, he had found a pack to belong to….
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